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jadelynlace · 4 months

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Full-Term⎮Ink Drinker Blurb⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader]

Read more Ink Drinker here.

Author's Note: I teased about it, and you guys begged for it (pun intended). Now, I have never been pregnant, and for any of my followers who have, I apologize if this is no where near close to the actual experience of pregnancy. But I did try my best.

Content Warnings: Pregnancy sex (full term), mentions of birth and Ink Ivar (who is really in need of a warning all on his own).

Word Count: Just shy of 2000 words.

You were ready for it to be over. The past 38 weeks had been full of surprises, watching your body change, watching Ivar fall in love with you all over again. How he could not get enough of the way you are growing a human inside of you. From the photos, to painting your bump, to finding out that you’re about to bore the first Lothbrok girl in over five generations. Ivar was through the moon. But you, oh, you were ready for it to be over.

The thought of birth is exhilarating, it is terrifying. You’ve seen it in the field; in its glory, in its horror. You hadn’t yet made up your mind as to whether you wanted the intimate home birth, or the hospital birth. You stacked up the complications you could have, often leaving you awake at night, or slithering into your dreams. Too many times you’ve envisioned waking up in your own pool of blood or worse: leaving Ivar alone as a single parent to a newborn.

Walking hardly helps, walking at an angle hardly helps. You roll on the exercise ball, as Ivar sneaks glances at how you move your hips, wishing it was him below you. Helga has offered you tea, blends that she claims helped her deliver both Phoenix and Apollo rather quickly. Hvitserk makes a game at trying to jump out from around the corners at the station, hoping it’ll scare you into labor. But he’s only ever been met with the sight of your middle finger.

Desk duty at the station is tedious enough, but you could easily do without the input of the men you work with. It was hard to believe some of them were medics, even harder to believe that they were fathers themselves.

“We could have sex,” Ivar says to you suddenly. Eyes glued to his sketchbook as you adjust, and readjust, how you’re sitting on the couch.

“What?” You say, not quite sure you heard him correctly. His subtly could rival that of a sledgehammer.

“To induce labor. I read that sometimes the best way to get the baby out, is to do the same thing that got it in there,”

The last 38 weeks had taken their toll on Ivar too. You can see the difference in his face, mentally preparing himself for the journey that is coming. The faintest hint of dark circles from staying up with you; in your pain, your sickness, your cravings. Walking on eggshells at times because of the swing in your emotions, and how you would just sometimes cry. Over him, for just existing, and how much you love him. Or, how he once closed the oven door too hard and you feared the oven must hurt.

Ivar was more ready for this than he had ever been ready for anything in his entire life. And the final stretch of days felt like years, but Gods, watching you grow a human is the best experience of his life.

“You really want to have sex with your pregnant wife, to induce labor?” You ask.

“Baby, I really want to have sex with my pregnant wife even if it doesn’t induce labor,” Ivar answers as if it’s so completely obvious.

“Your pull out game is what go me into this mess,” You tease.

“As if you didn’t beg for me to come inside—”

“Ivar,” You cut him off. “Everything hurts right now. And I have to pee again. But I can still manage to stand up and smack you,” And Ivar just offers you his tell tale smile, a grin that stretches from ear to ear, and you calm down.

You take each step one at a time, planting two feet parallel before continuing, and you swear the Braxton Hicks contractions are purposely worse on the stairs. Ivar whines from the bed, wondering where you are and you feel tears in your eyes because you simply can’t walk up the stairs any quicker. Finally though, you’re in the door way and Ivar is in his boxers, constructing the best pillow mound you’ve seen to date.

“I figured this might help,” He tells you, arm out stretched to you. As you get closer, he’s there to fix your hair, standing in front of him as he braids it to keep it out of your face, but to ensure you’re not going to wake up from a headache. There’s a kiss to your shoulder next, as he says “There,” ever so softly.

“Can you help me take off my dress,” You say to him.

“Too hot?” But you don’t answer. Ivar’s hands move slowly, rolling the hem of your nightgown towards your waist and slipping it up over your arms, all while paying careful attention to your braid. Once it’s discarded, you stay where you are, and Ivar’s hands splay across your bump like hot coals, before they gingerly lift it, relieving the pressure. You only moan.

“Just a few more days, baby,” Ivar tells you softly. Slowly his hands move again, covering your chest, the pressure in them as they grow fuller, and fuller.

“Can I take you up on your offer?” You peep.

“I offer you lots of things, every day,” Ivar hums.

“You know exactly which one I am inquiring about, Ivar,” You deadpan. Ivar’s lips land softly on your shoulder again, humming in agreement as his hands continue to roam. Across your bump, to your chest, your lower back and you’re beginning to melt before him.

You move, and Ivar just watches you, setting his glasses on the night stand while you lie down. He’s behind you in an instant but you haven’t found comfort yet.

“No, not like this, it hurts,” You hiss and Ivar stops.

“Hold on,” He says, helping you move, “Try this,” And he moves the pillows again, letting you rest over them.

“Oh, that’s better,” You sigh, melting into the fabric. “So much better,” You hum, nuzzling your face.

“Just relax,” Ivar hums, kissing between your shoulder blades.

“You really want to have sex with your pregnant wife to induce labor?” You mumble again while you feel Ivar’s hands on the small of your back. “Oh, that feels so nice,” You then sigh when he applies pressure where you ache. “Are you even going to be able to get it up?”

Ivar leans over you then, length pressing against you and you giggle.

“Did you even doubt that?” He whispers in your ear, leaving a kiss to your temple.

“No, not really,” You reply, his hands tracing you. “I haven’t shaved since I could see my feet,” You mumble. “Are you sure you really—”

“Do I need to gag you? Is that how this is going to be?” Ivar asks, shifting his weight behind you as his boxers are tossed somewhere behind him. “Can you try to relax for like, twenty minutes?”

“You’re going to last twenty minutes?” You quip, simply because you cannot help yourself. Ivar’s hands are at your cheeks just as the comment leaves your mouth, but instead of the quick smack you anticipate, he grabs handfuls, fondling the skin.

“We both know who’s not going to last,” Ivar hums, tracing your slit. “But when you want me to stop, you tell me, alright?”

“I know Ivar, I know,” You hum.

Ivar’s warmth covers your back, body over yours and you can’t help but shiver in anticipation for his cock to spread your walls. He rests his head against yours for a brief moment, palms tracing your stomach and you can picture the smile on his face. He leaves you for a moment to nudge your legs to spread, and out of pure instinct they fall open.

Grabbing himself, Ivar taps the head of his cock against you, just to tease you before he pushes his length into you slowly, inch by inch as your wall spread with a delicious pleasure. Feeling every vein and trace of skin before he bottoms out, and rests against you.

“Oh my god,” You moan, thighs already trembling as his hands waste no time to cover yours as they bunch the sheets. “Oh, fuck,” You gasp.

“I know,” Ivar hums back. “Better?”

“You have no idea, Ivar,” You moan into the pillow. “Gods, you have no idea,”

Ivar stays still, letting you feel the weight over you, the pleasure between the two of you, his cock throbbing inside of you. He only moans from where he is, his lips pressed against the curve of your neck before he finally rocks his hips. Careful to let the weight fall to his legs, you’re nearly dripping as his cock slides, pushing back into you and the intensity makes you shake. You whine as Ivar’s hands squeeze yours, harder.

Pulling back, you feel his hands press into your back, his cock staying still and your mind is left to remember all of the times he would have taken a fistful of your hair into his grasp. Or how his hand print would redden across your backside. But this time, he’s taking his time, taking more care than he ever has to make sure you’re both going to remember this. He doing exactly what he said: he’s getting your child out the same way he put them in there. With love.

You don’t have the words to tell him to go faster, to fuck you harder. The sensitivity makes the pleasure that much more intense, and you’re on the grasp of your first release as his hips moves lazily.

“You’re going to make me cum,” You gasp, causing Ivar to only hum in response as he moves. Nudging your head with his, his lips catch yours for a brief moment, pressing his forehead against you.

“You always feel so good,” He rasps, his cock slowly moving through your folds.

You relax further into the pillows, your thighs shaking as he brushes your sweet spot.

“Are you going to cum for me, sweet girl?” Ivar hums, and you only nod. “Good,” He teases.

His thrusts grow deeper, pressing against you harder but still mindful of your body. Your orgasm grabs you suddenly, tired body shaking under him, fingers interlocked over yours. Humming from above you, you press against Ivar further, helping him over his edge as his muscles tense, cock releasing inside of you as he moans deeply from his chest.

The room is still, his breathing over yours as Ivar nuzzles against you, eyes closed as he holds you. His cock finally flags as he moves back, pressing his hands against your back before he helps you move.

“There you are,” Ivar teases, helping you stand on shaky legs and you only look up at the man who falls more in love with you every second.

“Can you help me get my nightgown back on?” You ask softly and Ivar chuckles. He moves then, and you stop him. “Wait, let me just hug you first,” You finally peep, wrapping your arms around his neck, inching as close to him as your bump will allow and Ivar only wraps back around you.

“You know, it could take several attempts for this to work,” Ivar quips.

“Oh, honey, I know,”

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 years

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Can you do the boys x a reader who likes to watch scary/horror movies. They'd watch anything from those really hilariously bad 50s scary/monster movies to real thriller & horror movies like psycho.

A/N: Hey guys!! Thanks for the request, I had so much fun writing it, I hope you don’t mind it took me so long-

DARRY CURTIS

As a show of his love and affection for you, Darry lets you decorate the Curtis house for Halloween!

I don’t think he’s entirely into the realm of spooky things?

Like I can see him as being one of those kids who stops trick-or-treating really young, he’d still walk around but only because of Sodapop and Ponyboy

For you though, he’d spend all of his paycheck on buying you any of the decorations you wanted and taking you to go see whatever haunted experiences you wanted

I don’t headcanon him to be the type to scare easily? Like jumpscares don’t really affect him?

Watch psychological with him though, he’d be into that kind of horror/thriller and would sheepishly admit that, yeah, he was a little scared

SODAPOP CURTIS

Couples costumes guys, just imagine going to a Halloween party with Sodapop in one of those cheesy little couples costumes and every so often you catch him looking at you with the most love-sick smile on his face-

He scares so easily, I swear, everything makes him jump

If you take him to a horror movie, expect him to spend most of the film with his head tucked into your neck

Haunted house/place/experience? He’s holding your hand and the back of your shirt, laughing nervously because he knows the scares are coming

Sometimes, he’ll try to play the protective boyfriend and put himself between you and the scary things but it never lasts long

But y’know he’s never embarrassed about that and he’s not going to pretend like he’s ashamed of being a little spooked <3 you should love him even more for that

PONYBOY CURTIS

I feel like Pony’s kind of neutral when it comes to horror movies? Like he’ll watch one of them, but they’re never gonna be his first choice

He’s not gonna pitch a fit though if you wanna go see one, he’ll tag along if you want him too and talk about it with you later

But all that contacting ghosts stuff? He’s weirdly intrigued by it and wants to look a little more into it

If you wanna try one of those seance things? Pony is definitely your guy, he’s so down to try it out

Just don’t let Darry figure out what you guys are up to because he’s going to ask a lot of questions about why you’re doing it and probably end up telling you guys no-

Ponyboy will share all of his Halloween candy with you, no questions asked, what’s his is yours!

DALLAS WINSTON

I’m getting those vibes that Dally doesn’t entirely believe in ghosts or at least likes to pretend like he doesn’t believe in them

He’s also the one to pretend like he’s not afraid of anything and then let out a long string of curses and jump out of his skin whenever you step around a corner too fast and surprise him

Dontcha just love some good old-fashioned toxic masculinity? But that’s not important so let’s move on-

Dally’s not going to partake in any of your seances or ouiji boards (if those were a thing then) no matter how hard you beg him

He will sit by you and watch, sipping at a beer or whatever while he pretends to be not interested in what you’re doing, don’t call him out on it though, he’ll get all whiny and that’s not fun

Dal loves scary stories though, telling them to be specific, and he loves telling them to the trick-or-treaters that are unfortunate enough to cross his path

JOHNNY CADE

Johnny will go to a horror movie? But it takes a lot of convincing and a lot of coaxing because scares aren’t really his thing-

Same with all your ghosty things, your fascinations that lean more into the world of the spooky and the occult

But he understands that those are your things! He’s supportive!

Johnny points out the new horror movies at the theater, likes to gift you silly little Halloween themed gifts

I can totally see him giving you like a little stuffed pumpkin or a stuffed black cat because they’re kinda spooky and he figured you’d like them

Thinks you’re super brave and a little nuts for actively enjoying things that are supposed to scare you but it’s all out of affection for you

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Go trick-or-treating with him and his sister, it’s gonna be one of the best nights of your life, I promise you

Two’s very adamant that she says thank you whenever the candy is dropped into her bag and you’re gonna see such a soft side of him

Then once you’re done trick-or-treating, the real fun starts cause you drop his sister back off with his mother (after the two of you take some of her candy of course) and go off on your own

Two-Bit’s into thriller movies! He likes scaring you too, so just be warned because he likes to mess around and jump out at you

But if you get a little scared, he’ll slide his arm around your shoulders and hold you close <3

Sign him up for when you try to contact the ghosties, he’d have so much fun fooling around with that stuff

STEVE RANDLE

Steve’s kind of spooked by the whole ghost thing? Like if you want to summon them or something, he starts to get a little iffy

But everything else is cool with him! Movies, haunted houses, ghost stories, it’s all great, he enjoys them all!

Likes taking you to the drive-in without telling you what movies are playing and surprising you whenever they’re playing horror films

I feel like Steve would really love Halloween, I don’t really have a reason for it, but I think he’d enjoy it

Chaotic energy can be released in mass quantities on Halloween night and I think he’d get such a kick out of stirring up some trouble with you

Definitely start to build up a mini competition where you guys try to scare each other, it’s gonna be a lot of fun and a lot of laughs!

TIM SHEPARD

Tim won’t admit if he’s afraid of one of the horror movies you drag him along to but he definitely enjoys the more laid-back ones

Not the cheesy one, he rolls his eyes at those and would much prefer to spend the time kissing over your neck and shoulder while you focus on the film

But he’s into the movies that aren’t entirely scary but do just enough to set you on edge every once in a while

Halloween’s fun with Tim! He will try and steal you candy from trick-or-treaters but then he turns with this little smirk when you tell him off and it’s really hard to say no to that face

I don’t think Tim spent too much time pondering the existence of ghosts and stuff before he started going with you but he doesn’t mind listening to you talk about how you feel about them

Supportive greaser boyfriend y’know? He’s not all the way into what you’re into but he’ll knock the shit out of anyone who decides to say something against it

CURLY SHEPARD

Curly likes to pretend he’s all big and bad and not afraid of all your spooky, kooky ghosty things

However, Curly is most definitely afraid of all of your spooky, kooky ghosty things

He can get through a horror movie fine, the jump scares are the worst part for him, but he likes sitting next to you with his arm over your shoulders

When you ask if he wants to come with when you’ve found some sort of haunted experience, Curly’s trying not to die on the inside

He doesn’t know why, but ghosts have always been a thing of his and he doesn’t enjoy messing around in areas where they might be

But when you’re asking with that smile and the excitement in your eyes, Curly’s saying yes and resigning to holding your hand the whole time because it’s clear you’re enjoying yourself

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joooonbug · 6 months

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hello fellow child of divorce- I MEAN- mullendowski enjoyer 🫂 ik youre thinking abt our lovely parents so im gonna give you an excuse to ramble, you got any headcanons abt em you wanna share??? 🎤

YESSSSSS ID LOVE TO

sorry for the extremely late response aaaaaa

since i cant think of any at the top of my head ill use some prompts from this list by @ silentshayshores-2 that i really wanted to try out!!!

How do they feel about people shorter/taller than them?

Preferred weather?

What’s their sleeping schedule?

How’s their cooking?

It’s movie night, what movie do they pick?

How would they hold up in a pillow war?

Who do they go to for comfort?

How do they feel about physical contact by others?

What is enough to bring them to tears?

How well do they take care of themselves?

Do they consider others family?

Do they get lost easily? Will they ask for directions if they are?

How well do they accept advice?

How much do they swear?

Do they like being in pictures?

even though thomas and robert are literally the same height, im gonna headcanon that thomas is shorter than lewy bc REASONS (lewy would totally make fun of him)

I feel like robert would be more of a summer guy while thomas would be more of a fall/autumn guy :D

Thomas’ is absolute shit (like 1-3am) but lewy is really strict w his sleeping so he makes him go to sleep at like 10-11pm

Thomas: absolute shit, cannot cook to save his life Robert: honest could probably participate in masterchef

Thomas would totally be like “lets watch a horror movie!!!!!” then get scared when he actually watches it and ends up cuddling with robert on the couch

Thomas would absolutely dominate with his sheer chaoticness and robert would let him bc he loves watching thomas be happy

Thomas: def manu Robert: mario or marco

Thomas loves lovesss hugging people while robert is more comfortable about physical contact with the people hes close to :))

a really bad game probably, thomas would sneak off to cry by himself, robert would go and look for him and theyll probably end up crying together in a janitors closet😋

thomas would be the worse of the two and robert would def help him w it :DDD

both would consider their teammates familyyyy

thomas would get lost, but then he wouldnt ask for directions because he thinks that thatll just show weakness and end up bruising his ego so lewy always tries to convince him that its ok to ask for help!!!

they would generally both be pretty good at receiving and utilizing feedback

thomas is literally german, need i say more??????? as for robert, he’ll probbaly occasionally swear when hes reaaally pissed off

thomas looooves pictures and robert is willing to be in any picture that thomas is in😋😋

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klirk-hammurton · 2 years

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Exploring A Haunted House With Your Favorite Metallica Member(s)

James Hetfield

Is against the idea at first, but relents and joins you

Has a duffel bag full of shit. We're talking flashlights, matches, snacks, probably has a pair of brass knuckles because he'd totally fight a ghost for you

Yells "I swear to fucking fuck if anyone fucks with me I will fuck you up!" He likes to be a big tough guy

Is low key scared but refuses to admit it

Will enter every room first just to make sure that its safe for you

Knocks down any spiderwebs from doorways for you. He's such a gentleman

Throws a flash light at any moving shadow. Takes. No. Chances. PISS OFF GHOST!

He's a screamer. Don't laugh at him. He startles easily but will play it off by laughing to cover up that he got spooked.

DON'T TOUCH THE DUSTY BOOKS! He won't let you touch anything. Horror movie logic. Bad spirits live in the books. No touchy.

Once he's comfortable he'd want to explore more abandoned houses

Kirk Hammett

Will straight up ask you to marry him because he loves spooky shit. You're forever his favorite human

Packs sleeping bags, snacks flashlights, candles, you name it. The man is ready for this.

He'd do research on the place and basically be your tour guide. He's obsessed with horror. Bless his little horror nerd heart

Would crack jokes like "if you're an evil spirit trying to kill me clap your hands".

Throws a candle stick at the first shadow figure he sees and then runs. Forgets you're standing there and runs back to grab you then makes another break for it.

Wants to explore a haunted house for every Halloween with you

Isn't scared at all. Boasts about how brave he is. Gets the shit scared out of him anyway

Would find some type of creepy souvenir to take home with him. "PUT THAT THING DOWN!" "......but it would go great in my horror collection....."

Buys ghost hunting equipment. He's now a self proclaimed professional at this.

When you get scared, he'll hold you close against his chest. He smells heavenly.

Cliff Burton

Looks at you like you're crazy but decides to go anyway because he loves you

He's completely against the idea but doesn't want you going alone. He's a protective boyfriend.

Refuses to let you enter the building or any room first. He's ready to kick anyone's ass if they want to be stupid

Forgets to pack extra batteries. Relieved that you planned ahead.

Packs extra cigarettes. "Of course you brought those and not batteries!" ..."in my defense, I'm not a ghost hunter...."

Finds exploring this haunted house to be pretty cool. Finds an empty room to tell spooky stories in. He's such a dork.

Acts tough as nails. Is low key scared af but too prideful to admit it. Winds up throwing his flashlight at something moving.

"I swear to God if anything or anyone jumps out, I will knock your fucking head off." He's such a tough guy. Look at him puffing out his chest and showing off for you.

Will not let go of your hand for nothing. Is he scared or just being protective? Plays it off as being protective. He doesn't want you running off and getting hurt

Bumps his head on the low doorframes. Bless his heart for being so tall. Freaks out because of the spiderwebs. Instant kung-fu master.

Lars Ulrich

Is absolutely against it. Not no. But HELL NO!

Relents at your pouting and refuses to let you go exploring with Kirk. "If he can do it then fine I'll do it too." Such a chaotic little Gremlin.

Over packs too much shit. Water and snacks for days. "Lars.....this is alcohol....." ....."if we're playing with ghosts, we mine as well have a good time."

Is instantly intimidated by how huge this house is. Would probably get lost in the labyrinth of halls.

Definitely throws his bag of supplies at a shadow figure and bolts the other way. Its his own shadow. "Look, I can explain. It was like, 7 feet tall okay?"

Is very unwilling to split up. Let's you go exploring by yourself. Is high key freaked out by every single little noise. Has watched too many horror movies with Kirk.

Gets too confident in himself. Scribbles a tiny "Lars was here" on a wall. Instantly regrets it when something growls at him.

Even freaked out he's very observant of you. Will pull you close to him if you get scared or something looks dangerous. He's a professional at this. He's had one too many horror flick marathons with Kirk

Would definitely punch out somebody if they tried scaring you. Would feel bad if it was kid. "I'm sorry but you deserve it you little shit!"

Brings a small vile of holy water. You can never be too safe. Threatens to use it on everything that moves.

Jason Newsted

Is really on the fence about it at first but starts to dig the idea because he gets to be a big tough guy.

Packs everything you'll need. Flashlights, candles, matches, snacks, water bottles, batteries. He's coming prepared. He was born for this.

He'll walk in front of you while holdiyour hand to make sure everything is safe. Knocks down the spiderwebs for you.

Probably finds some amateur ghost equipment to bring just to be a show off. Gets freaked out when he hears a spirit talk. Tries to play it off.

Touching walls and bookcases. "There's gotta be secret passages somewhere." Looks like a total dork rubbing the walls for the secret door that may or may not exist.

Gets distracted by some of the paintings hanging on the walls. "Absolutely not." ...."but it's such a rarity...." pouts a little but he'll get over it. Gets creeped out when the eyes start following you.

Holds you close if you get scared. His heart is racing too but he stays calm for you. He has a vile of holy water and a vile of salt for those pesky demons. If it works in Hollywood, it'll work here too

Probably gets lost finding that mythical hidden door. Instant regret when he can't find you. "This isn't how trap doors are supposed to work...."

Would stare suspiciously at a shadow and shine a light at it. Looks at you then back to the shadow "has that always been there?" ...."sweetie, that's YOUR shadow." Then it moves and he chucks a book or candle stick at it.

Finds a hole in the roof of the attic and finds it to be the perfect spot to watch the stars and full moon. Not everything has to be spooky.

Robert Trujillo

"You're joking right?" He's very skeptical about it. Between his Hispanic and native heritage, there's too many things that could go wrong. "We don't say the W name" ..."Wendigo?" ..."I SAID DON'T SAY IT!!!!"

You're confident that nothing can go wrong. Since your heart is set on it, he pushes his superstitions aside and joins you. Don't be surprised if he has blessed white sage, holy water, salt, probably a crucifix too.

He's on high alert. Can't tell if he's in a predatory or Prey state. Every noise is a threat. Tries to keep a brave face even though he's ready to throw you over his shoulder and bolt.

Low key digs the gargoyles decorating each peak of the dilapidated roof. Tries to keep himself from touching one by the stairs. Touches it anyway.

Has a bag full of supplies. Packs extra of everything. "Robbie....we're only going for a few hours. This bag could last a week...." hes he's over achiever. Better safe than sorry

Gets a little too into the spooky vibes. Starts to tell you spooky ghost stories from his Native heritage. Accidentally freaks himself out. Plays it off as part of the story. "I could be a Grade A actor."

Doesn't trust any of the animals harboring in the house. "THAT IS NOT A RAT! NO DON'T TRY TO TOUCH IT!"

When shot gets real, he'll protect you with his life. Stands in front you if a shadow figure moves. Nobody and nothing hurts his baby girl.

Holds your hand like a lifeline. You aren't going anywhere. You're sticking by his side no matter what.

He would want to do it again even he got the shit scared out of him

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mybelovedwoo · 2 years

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in which he is your brave savior

wooyoung x f!reader

fluff, established relationship / wc: 1.3k

warnings: scary clown, scared babies

note: happy halloween guys 🎃 hope you enjoy it! 🫶🏻

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Wooyoung thought that it will be a great idea since Halloween is near and it is both of your favorite holidays if you guys went on a haunted corn maze date in the middle of the night. Ever since you guys started dating you knew that on Wooyoung's side there will never be a boring date, and most of the time he goes out of his way just to make you flattered, but this date you definitely thought about saying no to him and not going.

You loved your boyfriend and Halloween sure, but scary things were your biggest enemy, you got scared very easily. And although Wooyoung acted like a cool guy who doesn't get scared that easily, everybody knew it was very far from the truth. Though he lets you crawl up to him while you watch a horror movie together, and cuddle you all night because you can't sleep after it, deep down he is just as scared as you.

"Honey, please it will be fun at least come here and wait in the line with me, I swear if something's gonna happen I'll be there and I'm going to protect you." At this very moment, you knew you shouldn't give in to him, but you did anyway. You may ask why, but even you didn't know the answer to that. Maybe because of the excitement that came with your relationship and that he always makes life so much fun and you would do things like this only with him or just the love you had for him, who knew?

You stood next to him and you could see that everybody is watching you in the line as if they had never been scared in their life ever. You sled your hands into your boyfriend's as you embraced his whole left arm, just to be sure you can't get lost in there. "I already hate you so much." You told him.

"I love you too, you'll see we're going to laugh about it tomorrow."

As you stepped into the maze you were faced with such darkness, you hated it. In the beginning, you already had an important decision to make, to either go left or right. You thought you're gonna let Wooyoung have fun, and make those decisions since he was the one who wanted this anyway, but you just had a feeling that he made a big mistake when you turned right.

You weren't fully walking beside him, but a little behind him, fully snuggled against his back. You could clearly hear the scream from not that far away in the maze, and all you could think of was that this was what is waiting for you. You've never seen Wooyoung being this quiet ever, you knew too well to tell he is scared as well, but he doesn't want to show it in front of you, or else you would tease him about it for a long time, and he could not let that happen.

You swear you already turned left like ten times, how does that even work? But at the eleventh time, he decided to turn right, and all you could hear was screaming like bloody murder and your hands slipped out from his hands. You immediately closed your eyes, when you saw that terrifying clown with a knife running straight up to you. You didn't know what happened after that because you couldn't see anything and of course, couldn't hear anything either because of your own screaming.

When the screaming finally stopped and you couldn't hear any more noise you slowly opened your eyes. There were no more clowns, but there were no more Wooyoung either. You couldn't believe your boyfriend, how he told you that he will protect you from anything and the first thing he did was leave you there.

But suddenly you felt a pair of hands resting on the low of your back, you were praying that it was not that god damn clown. But when you turned around you saw your boyfriend crouching behind you, using you as a shield. Wow, your brave savior, he was basically ready to sacrifice you at the first opportunity.

"Babe, what are you doing? Aren't you supposed to protect me?" You told him while you folded your arms in front of yourself.

"Wah, I really got surprised, I didn't expect him to just jump out all of a sudden..." He finally stood up and of course, pouted while speaking.

"Suprised?" You raised your eyebrows questioning him, you were already ready to tease him. "I think it was a little more than surprised, it looked like you got more terrified than me and I was the one who protected you."

"No-no you misunderstand it, I wasn't that scared actually." Yeah sure...

You spend the way out telling him how you are much braver than he is, and that you can't believe that he was about to sacrifice you to that clown and that any other boyfriend would protect their girlfriends. Of course, the maze wasn't that easy, so it took you a good thirty minutes to get out, but fortunately, you didn't run into another scary clown on the way.

Wooyoung didn't let go of your hands once since then, telling you "he's never gonna make that mistake again, and gonna protect you at all cost" but you knew that it was for his own good, because you are his comfort.

"WOO!!!" You screamed at the top of your lungs from the kitchen. Wooyoung was in your bedroom, while you were washing the dishes, at least that is what he thought you do.

Your boyfriend sprinted through your apartment thinking you hurt yourself once again since you were in the kitchen all by yourself.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He stood in front of you in no time, you were actually impressed. His worried expression dropped quickly as he saw your face sheepishly smiling. "What?" He asked you as he was expecting the worst. He all of your smiles, and their meanings, and this one belonged to the 'Y/n's worst ideas' category.

"Our costume came." Your smile grew, and you couldn't be more excited.

"Our costume?" No matter how much he tried to remember that you discussed this year's Halloween costume, he couldn't recall it. It must be because you never told him about it, you wanted it to be a surprise.

"I thought we should have a matching costume for the party at the company this weekend" Wooyoung's company, kq threw a Halloween party every year for the boys to relax a bit from all the hard work, and the previous years he always told you about it last minute, and your costume wasn't the best, to be honest "so I bought these" you took out the costumes behind your back.

"What is that?" He asked you while he ripped it out of your hands to take a closer look at it.

"Babe, it's rapunzel and flynn rider, my favorite disney couple." You were a bit disappointed that he didn't know what was it, since you watched the movie with him multiple times, and he should know about your favorite disney movie. All your friends say that your guy's relationship is just like theirs, and you couldn't stop thinking about it ever since.

"Ohh" This was all he said. To be honest you expected a more exciting reaction from him since it's your first couple costume, and you know how much he loves matching outfits with you every now and then. "I thought we would dress up to something more sexier or maybe scarier, but it's not that bad I guess."

"I give up, next year I'm gonna matching costumes with Seonghwa instead."

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niccerooniererer · 9 months

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BTD6 HC LIST FOR HEROES

Sadly not all, as sadly I can't spare enough thoughts for everyone sorry

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Quincy

Disaster bisexual

Has a thing for gnc reckless idiots (he doesn't realize it)

Scared of thunder

Romcom fan

He's easy to scare, horror gets him easily

Stronger than he looks

Only thing he's smart w is his bow

Particularly oblivious, yet easily notices tension between other people

Insecurity. Basically canon

Tends to push himself w training due to that

Becomes even more stupid when nervous, tries to break tension by doing the dumbest thing he can think of

Cuddly. Loves warm cuddles. Affectionate

Used to be real popular at school (yeah I hc he went to public school)

That's where his insecurities started because people always wanted the best of him

Veeeery sincere

Thrown a certain someone on a MOAB before

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Etienne

Afraid of heights

Shitty eyes, shitty legs

Cane user

Huge interest in flying, reason he made his drones

Used to be good at hacking

Kind of blunt but not in a rude way

Occasional weird word choices which make him sound a bit weird

Tends to swear in french more

Picky eater, fast food is really not his thing

PDA makes his stomach turn. Most he can handle is unobtrusive tail to tail touch

Probably the most closed off about personal life, very professional

Unexpected friendship with Gwen (not good) she gives him ideas on some really funny things to say, as even with all that professionalism he loves jokes

Snorts at puns which he hates, unless the pun was in french

Occasional gamer

Gay and french ??! Pick a struggle dame !! /Silly

Also hc him to be aro-acespec, this guy has a hard time getting romantic feels

Past with Ben, used to date him when they were working in the same place, separated because life pulled them too far away each other

So bitter when they meet again. But it was hard to say no when in private Ben came to him sobbing, apologizing and trying to save what they had. He gives in, love wins <3

Gets cold easily, hero that gets sick the most

Has a strange amount of love for outdated memes

Since he knows Ben is more up to date, just to spite him, he would print out the oldest memes he can find and hand them to Ben randomly

He would also hand these to others as well, just to see their reactions, it's like his unofficial "research"

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Gwen

That is a whole lesbian right there

Knows Quincy was into her at some point but doesn't really mind it. They're friends

Talking friends, she's big time besties with August (my oc, you'll hear a lot about him if I let it out of me), being awful hazards together n all, almost getting each other banned from the battlefield for getting so careless

Fire related puns and jokes. Canon basically

Has one of those kiss the cook aprons for when she grills

A bit of an anarchist

Gets REALLY excited about all sorts of destruction, not just fire

Girl that loves breaking rules soooooo much

For this reason she has a weird amount of fascination for natural disasters and the like

Has a competitive mutual gay thing going on with Sauda and Brickell. Hard to tell what the relationship there is between the 3 but it's def queer

Mullet Gwen mullet gwen

Kinda queer that would beat up homophobic bullies for you

She tends to pick fights like that a lot

TEMPER BIG HUGE BIG

Tho the good part because of that is she has a lot of passion

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Benjamin

Literal streamer. In breaks or chatting streams he plays fnf mods

Has bought a maid outfit before because a charity donation goal being reached (he rocked it)

Has a complicated but tragic relationship with crypto and nfts

That's a functional bisexual right there, mostly functional

Bit of a flirt but only to get what he wants

B…. Boob (sorry)

Always plays a support character in multiplayer games, just like how he is

Vocaloid fan

Has done weird things for really big donations before, he regrets

The kinda guy that actively keeps up with trends and tends to have opinions about them

Due to said opinions he had to do apology videos before but he just never learns

From desk job to secret agency worker who was managing huge amounts of data with programs he built himself

Said work really pulled him away from someone he really really loved

Imagine his surprise when he saw him again. Looking hurt

Can't lie with a straight face, tries anyways

Dry ass eyes from staring at his screen too much

Also carpal tunnel moment. Etienne sometimes appears in his streams to yell at him to stretch his hands

Works well under pressure, which is why he got to be the code monkey hero

Used to support "creative" algos (what we usually call AI for some reason but it isn't really AI) until he saw how people use them

Commissions artwork of himself from time to time. His demeanor about being drawn always gets him a discount since he's "such a joy to work with"

Do you guys also remember something about him living in a cave

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Striker Jones

Kinda dad, literally canon

Keeps bubblewrap in his pockets for when he stresses out too much from battle

Usually laid back about it though

Etienne and him working on jokes together is a worst case scenario/silly

Likes to tell jokes, especially puns to Obyn because it really annoys him

Yeah one of his love languages is making you angry <3

Can sure work the grill

Loves to read non fiction books and long realist novels

Non sensical but due to some mishearing lines, there was an Emo Lady in his life once who he doesn't think fondly of (the way he says MOAB sounds like emo lady)

D… dad bod. That's all

Has reading glasses

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Brickell

Augaghaaughah woman

STRONG, can throw you if she so desires, her height doesn't stop her

Had the biggest leather jacket phase before getting really into her navy look

A lot more laid back when off duty

Not too fond of jokes, doesn't really get memes

Big fan of wlw manga and shoujo in general

Knows her history, was one of her favourite classes too

Was a great swimmer from a very young age

Even went to competitions, tho she didn't get too far with that

Very just and fair

Though a great liar, playing poker with her is Hard

She could just stare the truth out of you, like, it's deadly, it's like she sees into your soul

Generally not one to dress down, girl loves her navy ass outfits

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Churchill

The manga guy, we already know

Engages with all sorts of genres since he's curious about all the culture he can learn, along with morals the stories hold

Commissions artwork of himself a lot, also how he has manga about himself at his house (that lives in my head… why would he do that)

He is short, his battles 2 self does not exist to me

Big fan of cosplaying

Most likely to hop on Ben's streams time to time

Very strong, as he should be

When he feels like it, he arm wrestles with Sauda and Brickell when those 2 aren't too absorbed in each other or Gwen

He is Etienne's 2nd most regular victim of bad memes, since he always looks so devastated

When people don't know about him that he's into manga, he has a harder time easing into talking about it, so he'll always start w the most normal thing, as if he didn't see food porn the anime (I don't actually know the name of it)

Probably the best hero to sit with in silence and do nothing, or read if you get bored

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Sauda

She is so cocky and oeperfect

God she is so so strong

Can't swim, like at all

She's great and she knows it

Can get annoyed if people can't keep up with her

Due to that, she isn't always the best to work with, as she's not the biggest team player

Often gets approached to help design cards (like an invitation card or what's it called) due to her pretty handwriting

Loves to play fight, her love language is holding you down until you tell her to stop

Loves to tease, especially if she thinks you're weak

Cut her hair on accident once while practicing with her swords

In general she has accidents a lot, it mostly happens when she thinks she's simply Too Amazing to mess up in the moment and then she does

Has been patched up at least once by most heroes

When she gets tired or tipsy, she gets really touch starved and kinda begs to be cuddled. She denies this

She does get tired a lot as she trains a lot

Not really someone who likes silence and peace, but those few occasional times when she feels that way, you really can't bother her

When she gets sick she also gets cuddly and needy (not good)

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Obyn

That's my dad he's a wolf

Very caring and loves his druids so much

He tends to hold picnics for them, sometimes the heroes as well

Although a dad, jokes have never been his thing

And does Striker Jones take advantage of that, 2 opposing forces, like their own weird kinda foreplay or something

Gives 2nd best hugs from the heroes

He goes awoo, it's a habit he can't shake off, he will awoo at the Moon sometimes when he forgets he shouldn't

Tends to call the druids his pack

They love to be his pack

Probably the hero that has seen most of the world, bit of a traveller

Considering he was raised by wolves, he isn't sure of his origin. Also the reason why he travelled the world

Also I know he's just an oc, but that's when he got his lil guy, my lil big guy CC who is worryingly tall and strong while being 17 (that's what Obyn gets for mingling with someone who isn't a monkey lol)

He loves being a dad to especially orphan druids because at least if he didn't have one, he can be just that to others

The best with children

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Ezili

Loves the horror, draws the horror

Loves to "jumpscare" people during halloween

Loves to dress up for it as well

Her morning routine involves reading a good horror short story

Has resting bitch face

Has rancid vibes. All cuz of the curses

Big big fan of silence

Loves to see the big bloons fall, that look on her face she gets when they do

It's like she gets pleasure out of murdering them

Insults from her tend to hurt more because she curses her words as well

I know I said this before but she would be a great William Afton, to me

Let her be unhinged is what I'm saying

#btd6 #bloons td6 #bloons #btd6 headcanons

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aromanticbuck · 1 year

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[ ID: tags that read ‘#i have so many questions about the scream AU #i just have no coherency to ask them #or want to know things that would give away the plot #like if this does get written #will the party be described? #how does the killer get unmasked? #and more questions that i cant figure out how to put into words yet’ /end ID ]

tags are from @tealmoonlight

[ scream au moodboard ]

So, here’s the thing... I’m equally as incoherent about this AU, so we’ll be fine. If you come up with anything else, just ask. I’ve already told a few people who the copycat is I just want to yell about my kids and all the trauma I’m putting them through (I swear I love them I just also love horror films! so I’m combining my loves)

If I had the time I’d be working on this right now and I wish that was more of a joke than it is

warnings: death, canon-typical violence, horror film-typical violence

Under a cut because I’m so excited about this concept and this is gonna be long thank you for asking even these I will try to make sense 💜

If this gets written, the party where the Cozy Trio were attacked would be like... the prologue, so to speak? It would be partially described, or at least the scene that Trudy, Voight, and Al find would be described. I have to start right off the bat with Mouse covered in blood and suffering and protecting two kids - for reference, he was 17, while Jay and Hailey were 15, and the attack happened at his party he held while Thelma and Gregory were at a fundraiser and therefore not home. He absolutely feels partially responsible for everything that happened that night, because if it wasn’t for him, that many people wouldn’t have been in one spot for Knox and Disco Bob to easily find, and there would have been less carnage, at least, if not none at all.

So the way they’re found - locked in a bathroom with no windows so there’s only one entrance to guard, Jay bleeding from a few knife wounds (alive but clinging to it), Hailey scared and sitting on the tile floor next to him with less serious injuries but still plenty of blood on her hands and clothes, Mouse with a dirty cop’s gun raised and ready to fire at the door while he’s shaking too much to actually pull the trigger (again, because he already shot Knox to save Jay less than an hour ago). That would be described in the prologue, as an introduction to this universe and what, exactly, readers would be getting into. Just these absolutely terrified kids who survived something horrible and have to somehow move forward from that. The rest of the party and that attack might be described in flashbacks, later? Like when the copycat starts killing and the similarities are obvious to the Cozy Trio and the people who worked the original case? Things that would tie back a little bit more organically than just dropping all of it at the beginning.

The original killers get unmasked kind of anticlimactically? There’s not a lot of mystery in the original case, in a way. Knox is a college kid who crashed the party and no one there actually knew very well. At most he helped them get alcohol, but it’s the Gerwitz house so there was probably more just whatever they had laying around - wine, fancy expensive beer, top shelf liquors, stuff like that. And then Bob conveniently shows up shortly after the first kill, in uniform, claiming that a neighbor complained about the noise. They’re both people who are not supposed to be there, people who stand out in the small crowd of the party, so when the attacks continue throughout the night, there’s a moment of “wait, where are those guys we don’t know???” that kind of gives them away.

The copycat killings and attacks are the mystery, and therefore the focus of the fic, if it ends up happening. There are four attacks made by the copycat that lead up to their reveal:

an attack on a teen Halloween party, which alerts the team to what’s happening and sets them on the case and sets up the three red herrings

an attack on Jay, which clears [red herring 2] of suspicion

an attack on Mouse, which clears [red herring 1] and [red herring 3]

an attack on Hailey, where the real copycat(s) is/are revealed and taken down

This is like... over planned. Maybe I’ll write it for Halloween this year or something 😅 we’ll see. But until then I will happily babble about it and go on and on about all my plans (with the red herrings and copycat(s) redacted most likely) so as soon as you have more coherent questions, or if anyone has any questions (coherent or otherwise), absolutely feel free to send them!

#alex says things #shae tag #tealmoonlight #jay halstead #hailey upton #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #mouseupstead #cozy trio #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #scream au*#i want to keep yelling about this always

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ghostiewriter · 2 years

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summary: JJ fears nothing except maybe...some things. Or, day twenty-six of ghostie's spooktober spectacular.

read here on ao3.

JJ Maybank was not a scaredy cat.

Not by any means at all.

Maybe he was just a brave kid or maybe reality was scarier than the monsters on the screen, but he just never found himself necessarily scared. Not by the horror movies John B would sneakily secure, not the gruesome video games Pope would bring over, not the creepy stories on the internet Kiara would read out to him to try and freak him out.

He just was not an easily-scared guy. And he certainly didn’t understand the big hype on haunted houses.

“It’s creepy as fuck, dude, I’m telling you,” John B said with an exaggerated huff, placing a hand on his chest as he spoke. “I thought I was gonna die.”

“You’ve escaped death how many times, and yet some trashy decorated house is gonna kill you?” JJ retorted.

“It’s creepier than the Crain house, swear on my goldfish’s life,” John B said, his eyes wide and sincere.

JJ rolled his eyes at his friend’s theatrics.

But it was Pope who spoke up, vouching what John B had said. “He isn’t wrong, it was terrifying.”

“You find anything that isn’t thoroughly sterile terrifying,” JJ commented with a disbelieving scoff, eyebrows furrowed slightly at his two best friends. It was just a house they had decorated and done up for the holiday season.

It was done every year in Kildare. There would be a festive fair for the week of Halloween at the main town centre, just outside the courthouse. It happened every year, and every year JJ would say it was the stupidest thing he had ever encountered.

He loved Halloween, he might even go as far as claiming that it was one of his favourite holidays-–if not his all-time favourite. But what he loved about Halloween was the costumes and the candy and scaring people, not having mediocrely dressed zombies and mummies with horrible special effects makeup thinking they could get a single hair on his body to stand up.

However, JJ Maybank was also a weak man when it came to his girlfriend and he could never say no to her. So, when Kiara asked him to join her at the haunted house (since the others went without her) he had no choice but to agree. He would do anything to keep his girl happy, even attending a stupid fair.

The line outside was long, slow-moving, unnecessarily lengthy and tedious. The screams and yells from inside the haunted house could be heard from outside, the buzzing excitement of the people in the queue around him, and even Kiara’s eagerness to get inside was something JJ just could not understand.

“You do realise this is probably gonna be crap,” JJ told her, unsure if his girlfriend was going to have false, high expectations over the event.

“I have been every year, Jay,” Kiara replied with an amused glimmer in her eyes. “I know what to expect.”

JJ frowned a little. “Is it not the same every year?”

Kiara just shrugged in response. “Yeah, but it’s still fun.”

But he just still did not understand it.

Once they reached the door, Kiara was practically bouncing on the heels of her feet as she handed the man their tickets, a wide grin spread on her face as she gave JJ’s hand a small but reassuring squeeze.

“You can be scared,” she whispered to him as they made their way inside through the entrance that was covered in fake cobwebs. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Baby, I don’t get scared,” JJ said with a laugh.

“Okay,” Kiara said but she didn’t look awfully convinced. “If you claim so.”

The first section of the haunted house was exactly what JJ expected. An overwhelming amount of fake fog that covered everything below their knees, badly done decorations and plastic fake body parts sprawled around. The speakers set up around the rooms played some cliche zombie groaning noises and JJ truly didn’t understand why she would even bother to come back every year.

Yet, it was the rest of the house where everything changed.

Kiara wasn’t even paying attention to JJ as they wandered into the next room, her eyes wide and eager as she knew what awaited. Whilst they didn’t have the same haunted house every single year, she knew what to expect and she knew where they loved to have their jump scares.

And she knew this room was infamous for them.

JJ didn’t even have time to acknowledge the flash in the corner of his eye before he saw a massive figure was jumping towards them. He didn’t even realise he screamed, if anything he didn’t really realise a lot of things because next thing he knew his hands were on Kiara’s shoulders, shoving her towards the beast whilst he ran as far back as the walls of the room would let him.

A few seconds passed before Kiara’s own shock wore off and her laughter bounced around the room.

“You were terrified!” Kiara exclaimed gleefully.

“I was not,” JJ grumbled as they made their way out of the haunted house, the nippy temperature cooling his flushed skin the second they stepped out.

“You were screaming,” she continued, the wide smile showing no signs of dropping from her lips as she made her way past the queue and back towards the main section of the fair where all the carnival rides and games were set up.

“That was you,” he deflected stubbornly.

“Oh this is brilliant,” Kiara said with a happy sigh.

“He was a fucking hairy beast, Kie!”

She let out a snort. “He was a werewolf!”

“Haunted houses are fucking stupid anyways,” JJ grumbled as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Just a scam.”

“Aw baby,” Kiara cooed jokingly as she reached to pinch his cheek but he quickly moved out of the way. “Do you wanna sleep with the lights on tonight?”

JJ rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

“I can give you extra cuddles too,” she continued with a teasing grin.

JJ paused for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly.

Kiara stared back at him, raising her eyebrows in question.

“Extra cuddles would be nice.”

#ghostie's spooktober spectacular #jiara #outer banks #obx #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jiara fic #jiara fanfic #jiara fanfiction #outer banks fic #outer banks fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #obx fic #obx fanfic #obx fanfiction #my writing

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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SLEEPLESS

a/n: omg! it's been so long since i last wrote something for harry so it feels a bit weird but in a good way to be back. i've been spending more time offline so writing hasn't been going that fast like before, but im working on a few other stuff too! just please be patient with me, im trying my besti swear! so now enjoy this oneshot of two oblivious and stupid roommates who start sharing a bed...

pairing: Roommate!Harry x reader

word count: 8.1k

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Living with three boys has its perks but also a lot of downsides too. It’s not how you planned, you were set to move in with one of your friends from second year, but she bailed on you last minute, leaving you with no place to live when most of the houses were already taken for the next at least one year. You were bracing yourself to sleep under a bridge or something already when your heroes came along.

You went to high school with Harry Niall and Louis, but you weren’t exactly in the same friend group, just knew about each other. Then you ended up in the same Lit class freshman year with Harry and he was basically your pass into their little group. You hit it off pretty easily and you always wondered why you didn’t become friends before college. Later you had two more classes with him in the second semester and it was just all a coincidence that he found out about your living situation.

“Why don’t you move in with us?” he prompted one afternoon when you were studying together in the library.

“I’m not sharing a room with any of you, Harry,” you sighed, shaking your head.

“You wouldn’t have to. We had a fourth mate living with us but he dropped out about a month ago. You could take his bedroom.”

“Are for real? You should talk about it with the boys first, don’t you think?”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind it. They like you too and if I’m being honest, the place could use the touch of a woman,” he smirked and you just rolled your eyes, but you were incredibly thankful for the offer.

So after talking with Niall and Louis about it and once they gave their amens on the situation, you officially moved in with the three of them.

You’d be lying if you said there hasn’t been times when you thought about choosing the bridge, living with boys is not exactly a dream. They are messy, sometimes loud and oblivious about certain things women do and need. You’ll never forget Niall’s face when you packed the shelf above the toilet with your tampons and pads. The horror in his eyes as he examined all the different sizes and types.

“But why so many? I don’t get it why you need the large ones and the mini ones too,” he huffed.

“Because I vary them according to the strength of my flow.”

“Bless you,” he scoffed and just walked away.

They tend to leave their clothes around the house and they don’t always realize when it’s time to let some fresh air into the place either. Harry has a sixth sense wanting to use the bathroom when you’re in and Louis always forgets to get rid of his spoiled food from the fridge. Tini things that surely got you thinking if it was a good idea to move in with them. But then there are times when you can’t even imagine sharing a home with anyone else than these three idiots.

The way Harry always leaves you a cup of coffee on the counter when he has an early class on mondays and wednesdays, how Niall always waits for you to get home after your night shifts at the restaurant you’ve been working at, but he always just says he was watching Supernatural on TV. You love that Louis goes out of his way to get you your favorite pastry for breakfast on sundays when he goes for his morning runs. But the absolute best is that you never feel alone or bored with these three around. Something is always happening and they make sure to involve you in everything, making you feel like part of their little pack.

Tonight is Thursday and Thursdays are movie nights in your home. It’s been a tradition since the first week and you haven’t missed any of them. Sitting on the couch at your usual spot, you laugh as Niall growls in annoyance when you suggest to watch another rom-com.

“Not again!” he protests, sitting on the floor by the coffee table you and Harry thrifted a few months ago after the previous one was broken at a smaller party held in the house.

“Why? I bet Harry would love it!” you grin, glancing at the guy in talk who is now entering the room with a big bowl of popcorn.

“Of course he would, because he is a pussy! And the two of you always team up, dragging Louis with you so I can never watch something I enjoy!” Niall whines as Harry sits next to you, not too bothered by his friend’s cries.

“Come on, I bet you enjoyed Crazy, Stupid Love last week!” you laugh, remembering how he whined for the first part, then fell asleep at the end.

“Love, if you think that was enjoyment, I wouldn’t want to be your boyfriend,” Niall scoffs and you gasp at his reply.

“Hey!” you snap at him, but can’t help laughing. This is how it always goes with you and Niall, the non-stop bickering can sometimes drive Harry and Lou insane.

“Okay, so what do you want to watch?” Harry asks, throwing some popcorn into his mouth as he gets comfortable, an arm resting on the back of the couch behind you, the other one busy with the snack in his lap.

“There is this new horror I’ve been dying to see!” Niall’s blue eyes light up right away, but you’re fast to break that shine.

“Nah, no way. I’m not watching a horror movie.”

“Why not?”

“Because I fucking hate them and they scare the shit out of me.”

“That’s like the whole point!” he protests, but you shake your head no again.

“What are you fighting about again?” Louis asks, walking into the room after his quick shower, the smell of his body wash filling the room for a few moments.

“I want to watch a horror movie, but Y/N is a little baby and she doesn’t want to.”

“I’m not a baby! I just don’t enjoy watching people get killed or demons sucking the life out of someone!” Niall just rolls his eyes at your response.

“But it’s always what you or Harry wants to watch, why can’t I choose just this once?”

“That’s not true, we watch movies you like too!” you retort, but Niall gives you an unimpressed look. “We watched that crime thing, that was your choice!”

“That was three months ago, Y/N,” he sighs and as you do some quick math you realize that he is right.

“Hey, he has a point. Let’s just watch what he wants this one time, yeah?” Harry curls his arm that’s been on the back of the couch around your shoulder and he pulls you to his side, squeezing you gently.

“But I hate horrors,” you pout, knowing well that it’s already kind of settled, you lost this battle.

“It’s just a movie. And if you get scared in the night, you can sleep at mine,” he offers with a wink that surely makes your heartbeat fasten a bit.

If you’re being honest, you’ve always had a tiny crush on Harry, even back in high school, when you didn’t really know him. He was the cool guy, but not the douchebag type, more like the one that was nice to everyone and earned their respect and liking. Getting to know him just proved that he really is a great guy, but you figured he would never feel the same way about you. These three guys only saw you as their sister and that was in a way kinda worse than being friend zoned, but there’s nothing you can do about it, so you just decided to come to peace with your situation. But that doesn’t mean you don’t get flustered when you see him wander around the house in just his boxers or when he gets a little touchy with you, which happens a lot, because that’s just how he is. Hands on your shoulders, a little squeeze on your hips, the gentle touch of his fingers on your back, they happen all the time and they get your pulse up every time. You can only hope it’s not that noticeable.

Niall finally gets what he wants and you agree to watch that stupid horror movie. It doesn’t start off too bad, but it quickly escalates and makes you shudder every time the screen gets a little darker or the music is foreshadowing that something is about to happen.

“Jesus fuck!” you jump a little when the killer appears out of nowhere in the scene.

“You alright?” Harry asks, peeking down at you.

“I fucking hate this dude,” you mumble, rubbing your face with your hands, to get your shit together. Harry chuckles lightly next to you, his arm pulling you to his side close and you gladly sink against him, the warmth of his body giving you some comfort and a sense of safety.

Your eyes are on the screen, but your mind is dancing around how his fingers are delicately running up and down your arm, drawing circles and little shapes on your skin. It could put you to sleep easily, even with the woman screaming on the screen after seeing her husband get killed.

“Just imagine the guy with a funny mustache,” Harry murmurs, leaning closer to you so he doesn’t bother the other two guys with his comment. “Or maybe in a ridiculous outfit.”

“Like… in a onsie?” you ask, squinting your eyes at the screen.

“Could be, yeah,” he chuckles quietly. “Just imagine him running through the woods in a onsie with bunnies all over it.”

You can’t push your laughter down, covering your mouth with your hand so you don’t bother the others. Harry just smirks, giving you a squeeze as you’re still melted against his side on the couch, legs pulled up to your chest, while his are spread out in front of him.

“Definitely not that scary,” you giggle and Harry hums in agreement.

“Would you mind getting a fucking room, you guys? You have two, in fact!” Niall snaps at you playfully, when you start laughing again.

“Sorry, sorry!” you clear your throat, your cheeks heating up at the comment, but luckily it’s dark enough to hide your embarrassment. Niall is always quick to make dirty jokes and tease you in a way that makes you nervous, especially when it involves Harry as well. He has made plenty of comments about you and Harry since you’ve moved in, implying that the two of you sometimes act like a couple or that you should hook up. Harry is always quick to shake them off, that’s how you know he couldn’t even take the thought seriously.

At the end of the movie you feel like it wasn’t bad, not with Harry holding you close at least.

“Will you be screaming tonight, Y/N?” Niall teases you, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Either way it’s gonna be your fault.”

“I can live with that!” he laughs, bidding his goodbye before he shuts the door of his bedroom behind him.

You do your usual evening routine, get ready to bed and by the time you’re done in the bathroom all the boys have retired into their rooms. The hallway stands dark in front of you, only a tiny bit of light coming from your bedroom since you left your bedside lamp on in there, but you still can’t help the eerie feeling that washes over you. That movie didn’t sit right with you and now you have to face the aftermath of it.

Switching the lights in the bathroom off you sprint into your bedroom, pictures from the movie flashing in your mind of the killer just jumping out of nowhere. You shut the door and lean your back against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. Tonight is going to be long.

No matter how hard you try, you just can’t fall asleep. You’re way too alerted, opening your eyes at the tiniest of sounds around you, which is unfortunate, because your window is looking over the main street, unlike two other rooms in the house, that are facing the small backyard. Harry and Louis have the luck to have those rooms.

Every time you’re about to fall asleep something from the movie sneaks into your thoughts and you get scared to death. Soon, you realize you won’t be able to sleep on your own tonight.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you wonder if Harry really meant that offer that you can sleep with him or not. Part of you is convinced it was just a joke, but when you hear someone shouting down the street you push your doubts aside and you quickly find yourself making your way to Harry’s room.

You knock on the room lightly, not wanting to wake anyone else up. The last thing you need is Niall seeing you go into Harry’s room in the middle of the night.

No answer comes from inside, but you won’t just leave it at that. Opening the door you’re facing another dark room, barely making out the furniture, but you already know the route by heart. Making it to the bed your eyes finally adjust to the darkness and you can see Harry lying on his side, sleeping peacefully. Squatting down you place a hand to his shoulder and give him a tiny shake.

“Harry?” you call out quietly, but his answer is just a huff. “Harry, it’s me,” you try again, squeezing his arm. He furrows his eyebrows before slowly blinking his eyes open, finding you in his sight.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks in that groggy, low voice you love hearing in the morning so much.

“I can’t… Did you mean that I can sleep here if I’m scared?” you ask, afraid that he might just have a good laugh and send you back to your room. For a long moment, he just blinks at you before nodding his head and you feel relief washing over you.

“Sure,” he hums.

“O-okay then I’ll bring a blanket and take the floor and--”

“Shut up, you are not sleeping on the floor,” he growls, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into bed with him as he scoots over, making you space on the mattress.

It’s a bit weird at first, lying in bed with Harry, especially because it’s just queen sized, so there’s not much space between the two of you, but it seems like Harry doesn’t mind it so why should you?

Your nerves are a lot calmer with Harry next to you, but maybe it’s still because of the movie or because you’re a bit anxious about the whole situation, you just still can’t relax enough to fall asleep.

“Y/N, no one is gonna kill you here,” Harry speaks up surprising you because you thought he has already fallen back asleep.

“I know, I know,” you whisper, trying to sound convincing, but you can’t fool anyone, especially not him.

He huffs deeply and before you could realize what’s happening, Harry’s arm is curled around your waist, pulling you against him, spooning you from behind, the warmth of his body wrapping your figure almost entirely.

“If a murderer comes, they will have to fight me first, alright? Now sleep,” he mumbles against your hair, squeezing you gently. All at once, you couldn’t care about killers and dark shadows around you, because Harry was right there, holding you tight and there was nowhere you wanted to be more than right there.

You slept like a baby. Harry’s closeness kept every nightmare away from you and the morning came with ease. Harry’s phone wakes the two of you up at eight, because he has a morning class at 9.30. The two of you are completely tangled up in each other, lying on your side facing each other, Harry’s arms are wrapped around you, while yours are hugging his waist. Groaning at the sound of his alarm, he rolls to his back to reach for the phone on the nightstand and then he finally turns it off. It’s bright outside, the darkness of the night finally long gone. You’re still groggy when Harry rolls back, his arm coming back around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world and in a sense, it feels like that. But as you both slowly wake up, you realize that you might be a little too close. Slowly but surely you let go of each other, rolling to your back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hope I didn’t kick you in my sleep,” you smile at him, peeking over at him, hoping to break the awkwardness of the situation.

“No, don’t worry about it,” he chuckles, rubbing his eyes, before pushing himself up and off the bed. You follow him with your gaze as he steps to his dresser and grabs a pair of clean underwear. “I’ll put on a coffee while I shower, want one too?” he asks, though you know he could make one for you anyway.

“Sure, thank you,” you nod and he nods back, yawning as he walks out of the room, leaving you lying in his bed, a bit confused and kind of aching to be held by him again.

Two days pass by, everything is going as per usual, neither you nor Harry brings up that you spent the night in his bed that one particular time. Now it’s saturday and you all were planning to go out, but a sudden storm has cancelled your plans, so the evening turned into a cozy, lazy hangout instead of a wild party at some frat house.

Louis decided to work on a paper that’s due in two weeks, Niall has been relentlessly swiping on Tinder while you and Harry are spawled out on the couch, watching some shitty action movie that was on TV, since you both were too lazy to choose one and put it on. Deep down you’re a little happy you don’t have to spend the evening in a crowded, smelly house, drinking cheap alcohol.

Harry gets up from his seat to grab himself a drink just when Niall growls in annoyance.

“What is it?” you ask.

“They keep unmatching with me after we’ve talked a little!”

“Have you thought about the reason?” you smirk at him, knowing well that Niall probably isn’t the easiest to talk to, he surely takes it too far too soon.

“Well they probably don’t like that I ask them if I can go over,” he shrugs, making you laugh.

“You’d go over in the pouring rain?” Harry asks, returning to his spot on the couch. He puts his drink to the coffee table and instead of sitting into his previous position, leaning against the arm of the couch, he lies down, laying his head to your thigh, making your breath hitch for a moment.

“Of course not!” Niall rolls his eyes. “But I thought it would make them think I would do anything for them.”

“It makes you seem desperate,” Harry retorts, earning a questioning look from his friend. “What? It does!”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does,” you nod in agreement. “Going over in the middle of a storm just to fuck? Sounds like you’re having a hard time finding someone.”

“Women are so fucking complicated, and for what?!” he growls, before storming off to his bedroom, like an angsty teenager, leaving you and Harry alone.

He doesn’t move, his head stays on your thigh using it as a pillow. His curls are tickling the soft skin on your thigh and you have to fight the urge to play with his hair or scratch his scalp. You stay like this for the rest of the movie and when he gets up you almost want to pull him back.

“Alright, I’m fucked, I’m gonna go to bed,” he yawns, stretching his arms out into the air as he heads into his bedroom. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Night, Harry!” you call after him as you watch his frame disappear down the hallway.

Sighing, you slide down on the couch, cursing under your breath that you’re still so hung up on Harry. You really thought that you had it under control, but lately those damn butterflies are acting up in your stomach at everything he does.

“I’m pathetic,” you mumble under your breath just as the sky rumbles outside with a blinding lightning, making you jump with a squeak. “Shit,” you huff, already knowing that falling asleep will be a pain in the ass. Again.

You’ve always hated storms, they make you think that something bad is about to happen, a tree is about to fall into the window or a lightning will blow up the building. It’s kind of stupid, you know it, but you just can’t help it.

Tossing and turning, you jump every time a lightning flashes somewhere outside and a few seconds later the thunder rips through your whole body, almost making you fall off the bed.

“Oh God,” you let out a shaky breath. You have no idea how long it is until the Storm finally stops and you’d really like to have a good night's sleep. So pushing your anxious thoughts to the side, you get out of bed and head over to Harry’s room once again.

It’s such a deja vu from a few nights ago, as you gently knock on the door you wait again, but this time you actually get an answer.

“Yeah?” you hear him call out from inside and you slowly open the door, peeking your head inside. Harry is lying in bed, his head propped up against the headboard as he is scrolling through his phone. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks, putting the phone aside as he sits up.

“I just, I-I know it’s stupid, but I was thinking… I don’t know--”

“Y/N, just tell me, alright? Come on in,” he gestures for you and you slip into the room, closing the door behind you before sitting to the edge of the bed next to him. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep during storms…” you admit, looking into his eyes, hoping he gets the hint where you want to head with it. He stares back at you for a moment before he scoots over, lifting the covers up, giving you the green light to join him.

Relieved, you climb over to him, making yourself comfortable as he wraps the blanket over you, his arm immediately coming to cradle you, this time pulling you to his chest so your head is laid upon his shoulder, a hand gently placed onto his hard chest, probably right above where his butterfly tattoo is adorning his abdomen.

This is now easily your favorite place. Safe and tight in Harry’s arms, protected from anything and everything, like you’re in a little bubble as soon as you get on his bed.

Lightning strikes outside again and you shiver a little. Harry probably notices it, because he tightens his hold around you, as if it’s his way telling you that he is here and nothing bad is gonna happen. Eventually, you’re able to shut the outside out and only focus on Harry’s warmth, the touch of his hand on your arm and his even breathing. And then finally, you drift off to sleep.

This morning is different from the previous one you spent here. There’s no alarm since it’s Sunday, neither of you have anything in particular to do, so you wake up feeling rested, the Sun shining through his half drawn in curtains, no trace of last night’s storm can be noticed from where you’re lying in bed, the sky is as clear as ever. Sometime during the night you got tangled in a way where Harry is the one now cuddling you, his head lying on your chest, hugging you as if you were a giant teddy bear, his leg thrown between yours, lightly snoring against your sleep shirt. You can only see his mop of hair and the urge to play with them is back, but this time, you give in.

Leaving one hand on his back, you move the other one to his unruly locks, gently playing with one before you comb your fingers through it, lightly scratching his scalp. Harry hums in pleasure, shifting from his dreams back to reality, but he doesn’t move, just keeps humming as you massage his scalp.

“It’s not a good morning, it’s the best,” he mumbles groggily, making you chuckle at his words.

One of his hands is flat against your ribcage and the damned butterflies start dancing when you feel his fingers gently stroke your side as you keep playing with his curls. This feels so idyllic, as if you’ve been like this forever. You wish that was true.

Groaning as he stretches, Harry rolls to his back, making you instantly miss his body pressed against yours. He rubs his eyes, sighing deep as he blinks up at the ceiling a few times, then he turns his head to the side, looking at you.

Just when he is about to say something, outside his door it sounds like someone just broke a pile of plates and it’s followed by Niall’s usual annoyed growl. You both get out of bed to go and check what happened, not even thinking about how it might appear that you both are coming from Harry’s room in the morning.

Harry flings the door open and there is Niall, collecting pieces of a plate from the floor, his breakfast scattered down the hallway as well while he curses under his breath.

“What happened?” Harry asks, picking up a bigger piece from the plate.

“Fucking tripped,” he growls back, glancing up just for a moment, then back down, but then he processes that you’re standing behind Harry, in his room, in the morning. “What the fuck are you doing in Harry’s room?” he bluntly asks, quickly forgetting about the mess he just made.

“What?” you ask nervously, your pulse quickening in an instant. Harry stands up, seemingly not too bothered by Niall’s question.

“You slept in his room?!”

“She did,” Harry answers, leaning against the doorframe.

“Wait, are you two fucking?” Niall’s eyes widen, snapping back and forth between you and Harry.

“Just because two people sleep in the same bed, doesn’t mean they are fucking, Niall,” Harry chuckles, seemingly amused by the situation that’s got your stomach knotted. Louis’ door opens and he walks out, his hair a little messy, but already dressed, a mug halfway filled with coffee in his hand.

“Wha’s this circus out here?” he asks, looking around, his eyes scanning over the mess on the floor.

“Did you know these two are fucking?” Niall asks him and Harry lets his head drop back at his words.

“Are you?” Louis simply questions and you shake your head no.

“We are not. Y/N can’t sleep in a storm so she came over to mine.”

“Funny, she doesn’t come to me when she’s scared,” Niall scoffs.

“I never came to you because you don’t understand that sleeping together doesn’t mean sex,” you retort, though your ears are practically burning from the rising anxiety inside you.

“Wait, whoa. This wasn’t the first time you two slept together?”

“She was scared after your stupid horror movie too,” Harry shrugs.

“Wow, so are you guys a thing now or what?”

“Niall!” Harry growls and you’re not entirely sure what bothers you more. Niall’s shock and interrogation or the way Harry seems so cool and unbothered, like it’s no big deal. Maybe because for him it really isn’t, it’s only about the sleeping, nothing else, even though the cuddles are a little beyond the lines of friendship.

“What? I’m just asking the important stuff! Am I not allowed to tell dirty jokes to Y/N because you’ll cut my prick off?”

“You shouldn’t tell those anyway,” Louis chimes in and you nod in agreement.

Seeing that the conversation is just getting more and more awkward with each passing moment you decide to pull yourself out of it. Pushing yourself past Harry you mumble an excuse me before rushing back into your room, the three boys eyeing you curiously as you shut the door behind you, finally putting a physical barrier between you and them.

You shouldn’t be this offended, it’s not like any promises were made and you should have known better and not fall for him more than you already did. It was silly of you to think that there was anything more behind these nights spent curled up against each other, or when you woke up tangled and melted together. It was never what you hoped it to be.

Then and there you decide it’s better if you distanced yourself from him, or at least go back to how it was before. No bed sharing, no cuddling and preferably no bitter feelings.

It all goes well, because you have a pretty busy week after that day, you always have something to do and it’s not like you spent the night with Harry randomly, so it was evident that you stayed in your room so far.

But about a week later another storm was threatening to strike. The sky was gradually darkening all afternoon and now it’s only five o’clock, but it feels like eight. It’s Sunday, you’re quite exhausted since you were working until three. Niall was out somewhere with some of his coursemates and Louis went home for the weekend, won’t be back until Tuesday. It’s just you and Harry, who’s been sprawled out on the couch in only his sweatpants while you’re making yourself an early dinner so you can go to bed soon and have a good night’s sleep.

It doesn’t take long for the rain to start pouring, you’ve just gotten out of the shower when the first thunder rips through the place, making you gasp in fear. Harry’s head snaps around, looking in your way where you’re standing at the bathroom door, a questioning look in his eyes, but he doesn’t say a word. Ignoring his gaze, you just make your way into your bedroom, not even thinking about what could be on his mind. Is he thinking about whether you’ll ask to sleep with him again or he doesn’t care about it at all?

By the time you are ready to go to bed, the storm is fully raging outside, making your insides tremble every time you see a lightning or the thunder breaks the quietness in the house. You make one last trip to the kitchen, finding Harry leaned against the counter as he eats an apple.

“Going to bed early?” he asks as you pour yourself some water.

“Mhm,” you nod, avoiding looking at him.

“Everything alright?”

“Sure, I’m just tired,” you force a small smile onto your face just when a thunder rumbles outside, making you jump. Harry is watching you curiously and kind of expectantly, but you’re doing your best ignoring it. Instead, you just grab your water and head back to your room. “Good night.”

“Night, Y/N,” he calls after you, and you can feel his burning gaze on your back right until you close the door behind you.

Your plan to sleep a good ten hours goes right out the window. It doesn’t seem like the storm is about to calm anytime soon, so you’re stuck to suffer through it on your own. You’ll be damned to go to Harry’s, that would be an instant heart break and you just can’t take that right now. Long, torturous hours pass by with you lying awake in bed and part of you wants to go running over to Harry, but you force yourself to stay. It’s not happening tonight.

You fall asleep sometime after two in the morning when the thunder and lightning have stopped. Unfortunately, you need to wake up early in the morning, so when your phone’s alarm shakes you out of your sleep, you feel like absolute shit. Dragging yourself out of bed appears to be the hardest thing right now. As you make your way out, you are met with an all too familiar figure sitting at the small dining table, two cups of coffees in front of him, one obviously made for you.

Harry’s eyes snap up at you curiously, taking in your terrible looks as you head to the bathroom.

“Morning,” you mumble under your breath.

“Good morning’,” he nods in your way and though he doesn’t say anything else, you can tell he has a few thoughts about your current state.

Once you’re done with your morning business in there you join him at the table, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“Rough night?” he asks, eyes examining your face.

“Kinda.”

“The storm?”

You don’t answer, just nod your head. He remains silent, but you can feel that he is dying to ask another question.

Why didn’t you come over?

You’re glad he doesn’t actually asks you, because you wouldn’t be able to give either a normal answer or say anything without starting to cry. Instead, you just grab your coffee and head back into your bedroom to get ready for the day.

That week on Friday all four of you are invited to a party. At first you want to cancel, but some of your friends from classes will be there too and it’s been ages since you’ve been to a great party, so you decide to tag along with the boys.

For the first half of the evening you go your separate way, spending time with people you don’t actually live with and see every day. One drink follows the other, though you make sure you don’t go farther than getting tipsy. You’re not in the mood to deal with a nasty hangover in the morning.

Sometime after your third or fourth drink you run into Niall and he pulls you into their little circle that also involves Harry. When he sees that you’ve joined them, his eyes light up and goes out of his way to get next to you.

“I haven’t seen you in ages!” he whines, slurring his words as he wraps an arm around your shoulders to keep you at his side. He is definitely drunk, that you’re sure of.

“It’s been just about two hours, Harry,” you roll your eyes, but can’t push your smile down. You’d be lying if you said you’re not enjoying having him so close. Your dynamic hasn’t been the same since you stopped sleeping in his bed. Not that it was such a regular activity, it only happened two times.

“But I missed you, I feel like we haven’t… haven’t talked in so long!” he huffs, knitting his eyebrows together. “Have you been avoiding me?” he asks leaning closer, so your conversation can somewhat be private.

“That’s silly. Of course I haven’t!”

“But it feels like that,” he pouts with glossy eyes. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”

“Sure,” you nod, the bitter taste of lying filling your mouth.

“Alright, cool,” he smirks and pulling closer he kisses into your hair before he engages with the rest of the group again, keeping his arm around you as if it wasn’t a big deal.

For the rest of the evening you simply don’t leave his side and not because he doesn’t let you, but because you don’t want to. Harry is not the only one missing the other, this week you’ve noticed that even though you’ve been keeping yourself busy, your thoughts always took you back to one particular, curly haired boy. Despite everything that’s been going on, he is your friend first and foremost who you love spending time with and talking about anything and everything.

Both of you are intoxicated, Harry a bit more than you, but you’re having a blast playing beerpong or ruining Niall’s chances with girls he is trying to pick up. You’re genuinely having an amazing time and it wouldn’t be the same without Harry.

Arriving back home your little group splits, everyone using the bathroom after the other and you’re the last one in line, because you always take the longest. By the time you’re finished, Louis and Niall are both locked up in their rooms, but Harry’s door is still open, some dim lighting illuminating the hallway. As you approach it, you find him throwing his dirty clothes into the hamper, but his head perks up when he sees you.

“Good night, H,” you sigh, quite tired and in need of a good sleep, but before you could head into your own bedroom, Harry grabs your wrist and pulls you into his. “What is it?”

“Sleep here,” he simply prompts, already leading you to the bed.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

“I-I… I don’t--” you stutter, feeling flustered from his offer.

“Come on, you can’t say no,” he tells you, already crawling under his covers and then he holds them up as the invitation.

Taking a deep breath you follow him and make yourself comfortable in your almost usual spot. Harry’s arm falls over your waist in an instant, spooning you from behind as he hums pleased. But a few moments later he lifts his head, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

“You know you can say no, right? I was just joking.” Looking back at him you give him a small smile. Even drunk he makes sure you aren’t doing anything you don’t want to, but how could you not want it? You’ve been aching to sleep next to him all week, especially after the last storm when you suffered alone in your room.

“I know, Harry.”

“Alright, okay,” he nods, his head dropping back to the pillow. “I missed this,” he mumbles with a sigh.

“Yeah?”

“Mm, sleeping alone sucks,” he hums and in a split second, your heart breaks.

Harry didn’t want to sleep with you, he just wanted to sleep with someone and you were the one there. It has nothing to do with you.

You want to blame him, you want it to be his fault that your chest is now aching, knowing that it truly doesn’t mean the same thing to him it does to you, but you know you can’t. It wouldn’t be fair, so once again, you’re left with a sinking heart wrapped up into Harry’s embrace that suddenly feels burning.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Harry.”

When the morning comes Harry is still sleeping deep beside you, an arm thrown over your waist, puffing warm air against the side of your head with every breath he exhales. Seeing him so peaceful warms your heart, but then you realize everything that happened last night, how he only used you because you were available and not because he wanted you.

You don’t want to wait for him to wake up and face him, your emotions would surely bring the best out of you. So carefully, you unwrap yourself from his hold and sneak out of his room, back into yours.

There’s no way you can face Harry right now, so before he could wake up you leave, planning on spending the day in the library, working on your assignments, hoping the school work will take your mind off of how badly you’ve been friendzoned.

Sometime after eleven Harry actually texts you asking where you went and you just tell him you have a shitload of school stuff to deal with. He asks if he can join you, but you tell him you’re with a group of your classmates, even though you’re sitting in an almost entirely empty library. He luckily doesn’t push it and leaves you to be. Hopefully he’ll be fine when you take another step away from him for a while to get your head straight and sort your emotions out.

You get home quite late, but not late enough, apparently. Because walking into the house you find the boys clearly getting ready to watch a movie.

“Just in time!” Niall beams. “Join us, Princess!” he laughs, grabbing himself a cola from the fridge.

“Oh, no, I have some things to work on--”

“Come on, you’ve been in the library all day, you can have a break!” Louis tells you and you know you won’t be left alone, they are just so persistent.

So you join them in your usual spot, which is of course next to Harry, though you’re trying to avoid his gaze that hasn’t left you since you arrived and by now you’re certain he knows you’re avoiding him. There’s a reason why he asked you last night if you’ve been doing it lately, he is not stupid, but this is not the time to deal with it.

With your inner crisis bubbling inside you, you completely forget to ask what you’re watching. A few minutes into the movie it becomes quite clear however.

“Is this a fucking horror movie again?” you ask, snapping at Niall, who just starts laughing.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Harry will gladly let you sleep in his bed tonight,” he teases, making your whole face heat up at his comment. Harry slaps his chest before he turns to you with concern filled eyes, but you pretend like you see nothing, turning back to the screen with your jaw clenched.

You’re fucked.

The movie is a fucking shitshow and leaves you traumatized. When it’s over, you think about why didn’t you just stand up and go into your room when you realized it’s another horror. For a change, this one was filled with demons and monsters that hide in the shadows, just what you need before going to bed. In the night. In a totally dark room.

Exiting the bathroom you’re already planning on watching something lighthearted and cheerful in your room, hoping that would make you forget the movie you just saw and give you the chance to actually sleep.

Walking past Harry’s room you see that it’s still open and you catch him expectantly looking at you when you appear in the doorway as you walk down the hallway, your eyes meeting for just a split second before you disappear from his sight and shut your bedroom door without a word behind you.

No matter how many random videos you watch on YouTube, some scenes from the movie are just imprinted into your mind and they have you trembling in fear. Every shadow looks like a demon or ghost, hiding in your room, ready to haunt and kill you and you’re on the verge of actually crying. It might not be only because of the movie, more like everything else that’s been bottled up inside you, added to the fear the movie has brought to you.

Shutting your eyes closed you try to take deep breaths and for a bit it actually seems to help, but that is until you hear the door opening. It gives you an instant heart attack and you can’t keep your tears back anymore.

A whimper leaves your mouth as the door opens and you can only see a shadow entering the room, totally not recognizing Harry in the dark.

“Y/N, hey, it’s just me! It’s okay!” he quickly clears, seeing how shaken up you are. He rushes over to the bed, one hand cupping your cheek, the other one finding your hand and before you could think, you grip it hard.

“You scared the living hell out of me!” you cry out, sobbing.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to check on you.”

Silence sets between the two of you that’s only momentarily broken by your shaky breaths as you try to calm yourself down.

“Why didn’t you come to mine after the movie if you were so scared?” he then asks, surprising you with how straightforward he is.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you mumble, blinking the remaining of the tears away as Harry stares down at you intently.

“Why would you think you’d bother me? I like having you there.”

“But it’s… Doesn’t matter,” you sigh in defeat, but it just concerns him even more.

“No, tell me!”

“Harry, just go back to your room. I’ll be fine.”

“You definitely won’t and I’m not leaving until you don’t tell me what’s going on,” he protests firmly and you lose your patience to keep lying to him.

“You just wanted someone to sleep with yesterday, okay? You didn’t need me. And… I don’t want to depend on you more than I should.”

Harry stares back at you with a blank expression and you feel like this is going to be the end of your friendship. You have to come clean about your feelings and he’ll tell you that he doesn’t feel the same way. But then he speaks up and the tables turn faster than ever.

“Y/N, I wanted you to sleep with me last night. Not just anyone. You.”

“What?”

“I really thought we have been on the same page, but apparently, we’re not even in the same book,” he sighs, confusing you even more. “Wasn’t it suspicious how things have been between us lately? The way we slept, the mornings, did you think these are normal things to do?”

“I-I thought that… it didn’t mean anything to you.”

“Well it did,” he replies and you breath hitches in your throat. “I was trying to take it slow, see how you’d react to everything and I thought you were feeling the same way. But then last time you didn’t come to my room when there was a storm and I thought that was your way of telling me that you want to pause whatever’s been going on.”

You’re just blinking in shock, listening to his words. This is nothing you expected.

“But then you seemed like you opened back up last night and you agreed to sleep with me, thought we were back on track, but then you were nowhere to be found in the morning, avoided me all day and now you would have rather spent the night crying here alone than to come over to me. What did I do? Just tell me, because quite frankly, I have no idea what we are doing anymore, Y/N,” he sighs, clearly tired of this insane game you’ve been playing without even knowing.

“So… you did all of this, because… you…”

“Because I like you, Y/N. But there’s a possibility it’s already way more than just a strong liking,” he admits with a soft chuckle that melts you in an instant.

“Oh god, I could cry again, but not out of fear this time,” you tell him, making him laugh as you scoot closer to him on the mattress. “I feel the same way, Harry,” you softly tell him, your hands finding the base of his neck while his hands have wandered to your waist so now he is pulling you towards him until he ends up in his lap. His face is now so close, and even in the dark, you can see the cheesy smile on his pink lips.

“You’re not saying this just to keep me here because you’re scared to be alone, right?” he asks, clearly joking, earning a wholehearted laugh from you.

“No, but I guess that would be a major benefit of it.”

“I’ll protect you from all the demons and killers under one condition,” he smirks, his face already inching closer, his nose is already touching yours.

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

“I get to kiss you.”

“Deal.”

You barely say this one little word, his lips are already on yours, kissing you in a way that almost knocks all the air out of your lungs. You press yourself up against him, his arms curling around you, holding you tight as if he is already protecting you from everything that scares you, though you can’t really think about the stupid horror movies now that you’re kissing Harry.

He pulls you down with himself making you lie on your back as he holds himself up above you, his lips parting from your just enough so he can look into your eyes.

“How about I kiss you every time you feel scared?” he prompts, pecking your lips gently as you pull your legs up and his hips settle between your thighs, while your hands dance down his back.

“Alright, I’m in,” you smirk at him and for a moment he just stares back at you, smiling wide, in complete awe that it’s finally happening. Then he cocks his head to the side before speaking up.

“Are you still scared?”

“Very,” you nod. “I’m shaking.”

“Good,” he grins before his lips press onto yours again.

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When he pushed her away

and when she pulled him back (part I)

[gif creds @whumpypepsigal]

JJ Maybank x female!Reader

Summary: Falling for somone is scary, but falling for your best friend is absolutely terrifying. So before she can run away, JJ pushes her away instead, not because he doesn’t want to love her, but because he does, so bad, he just doesn’t know to deal with these new emotions and that scares the shit out of him.

Warnings: swearing, angst(y)

Based on the quote ‘To douchebags!’ He said, gesturing to brad. ‘And TL girls that break your heart,’ he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus. ‘And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.’ from the book Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire.

Thank you @yourroyalyaverageprincess for sending this prompt and for trusting me with writing it, I hope I made it justice 🥰

The girl wiping the wooden table in the middle of the living room tried not to move her curious glances to JJ’s arms as he tried to open the jar of pickles, his defined muscles always trying to unwittingly catch her eye, especially when he wore those sleeveless shirts. John B stood beside him calculating a way to get the damn lid off after he had passed the jar to his friend.

“How the fuck do they close this damn thing so tightly and expect people to just open it without pulling a fucking muscle?” the blonde complained, gritting his teeth and trying not to show how much effort he was putting into opening the jar.

“You guys need help?” the girl finally asked, amused at the boy's antics.

“We’re good, we’re good.” John B reassured as he reached for the jar to try again himself.

She put the rug down and made her way to where the boys stood, her presence going unnoticed by how entertained they were with the glass container.

“Maybe we’re supposed to twist it the other way?” JJ suggested.

“No, we’re not.”

“How would you know? It’s not like that shit has budged even a bit.”

“Guys…” she tried to call them.

“Every lid twists this way, why would this be different?” John B fought back, having the jar snitched from his hands.

“Guys.”

“I don’t know man, no one understands this new weird ass technology.”

“It’s not technology!”

“Oh for fucks sake.” the girl pushed her way in between them and grabbed the jar from JJ. The blonde was about to complain, but as both boys watched, confused, as she turned the jar upside down, gave a few hard taps on the bottom, turned it back around and easily twisted the lip and got it opened, his words were lost in the process of what he just witnessed.

“Save some pickles for me, alright?” she gave JJ the jar back, who still had his eyes on it, perplexed it was actually opened. And by her. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Wow. I feel dumb.” John B commented.

She laughed and went back to cleaning the table, oblivious to the blue eyes following her figure. The simple act of effortlessly opening the pickle jar had made him admire her in a different way.

“That was strangely hot.” he mumbled only for the freckled Pogue to hear but he simply rolled his eyes in response, annoyed, but already kinda used to, at his constant rambling on the girl’s appearance.

After a day filled with work, all the five Pogues wanted to do was relax and enjoy each other’s company. The light, warm Summer breeze, the moonlight, the smell of salt water and weed and the sound of crickets and Kiara’s gentle ukulele strings were the perfect recipe. JJ’s favorite sound though, was (Y/N)’s soft voice singing along with the instrument, his full attention on her, admiring her features highlighted by the blueish light from the moon and a few strands of her hair dancing with the breeze. Her smile and occasional laughs for messing up the lyrics were contagious and the boy felt lucky for even having the chance of witnessing such effortless beauty with his own eyes. He also felt scared for feeling like that when looking at his best friend, not sure when or how or even why he started to feel like that. Well, he knew the why, what kind of lunatic wouldn’t like her? But she was his best friend, and although some people around the island would even consider JJ a lunatic, he was having a hard time accepting the new feelings towards the girl, and she was making it even harder by looking like that.

“No, wait, dammit, play it again!”

“Again?”

The girls’ banter brought JJ back to reality and he took a look around him to make sure he was, in fact, not alone with her.

“I messed up again.”

“You were doing fine, girl.” Kiara chuckled and started playing again.

“Hey you,” (Y/N) said, turning to JJ, “come sing with me.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t sing.”

The girl tried to hide the effect the pet name had on her, even though it wasn’t that unusual for her to hear it, and smiled. She extended her arm, signaling for him to scoot closer, which he did. Her arm dropped around his shoulders and he clumsily leaned into her, letting his head rest on her shoulder while her hand rested on his chest. He just hoped she could at least ignore how fast his heart was beating.

“Hey, Kie, can you play…”

“No.” Kiara quickly interrupted John B.

“Oh, come on!”

“No! I’m tired of playing it!”

“And we’re tired of hearing it.” Pope added, but instantly looked at Kie, scared he might have offended her, “Not that you don’t play it well, it’s just…”

“I got it, Pope, no worries.” she chuckled, shaking her head in amusement.

“You ok?” (Y/N) asked the boy beside her as she watched him take a drag from his blunt.

“Yup. Never better.”

“Hope that’s not sarcasm.”

JJ turned his head to look up at her after blowing the smoke into the air.

“It’s not.” he adjusted himself so he could face her better, “I mean, I have a good ass J in my possession, live music, and a super hot chick holding me. I’ve never been better.”

She chuckled at his comment and brought her hand up to lightly smack his forehead, then let it rest over his eyes playfully, making him groan in annoyance. He grabbed her hand and moved it back to his chest, but he didn’t plan on letting it go, as long as she didn’t mind. The way she allowed her body to lean more against his own and rest her head over his showed she didn’t mind at all. But what made his heart almost burst out of his chest was when she moved her hand, not to let go of his, but to intertwine their fingers.

That was the first time ever JJ Maybank had felt the so famous butterflies in his belly and his mind was going crazy trying to tell them to chill. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do with them.

Dealing with the unpleasant antics of the Kooks wasn’t something unusual nor something a Pogue wouldn’t be prepared to face when working in the middle of them, but with the awful week JJ had been having because of his dad, he wasn’t sure he could ignore Rafe and his squad. (Y/N), despite the lack of conversation about JJ’s emotions, she knew he wasn’t ok. She wanted to try and at least make him smile, so she decided to surprise him at work, hoping her visit would ease his distaste of working at the country club and having to deal with the stuck up teens from Figure Eight.

“Careful with my food, Pogue, don’t want you infesting it.”

The girl rolled her eyes at Rafe’s word towards the blonde boy walking back inside to give his order away, his posture tense and ready to attack any minute. She leaned against the wall where JJ wouldn’t be able to see her when he walked out the door, she didn’t want to distract him while serving people, she would wait for him to spot her.

The Pogue passed the glass door with two plates in hand and made his way to the table where Rafe, Topper, Kelce and two other Kooks were sitting. She studied his movements and body language, hoping he could remain calm and ignore any comments she was sure would come out of their mouths. Her body was also tense, ready to step in in case anything happened and trying to make out what Rafe was saying, with no luck. It wasn’t until JJ said something back that she took some steps forward, almost by instinct, as if ready to jump anyone who would dare touch him. It wouldn’t be the first time she had to kick some boy parts.

The unexpected sound of a chair hitting the ground caught everyone’s attention to witness Rafe taking the short steps around the table to face JJ, Topper also on his feet ready to step in. JJ remained calm, or as calm as he could appear to be, jaw clenched and eyes filled with anger, as he listened to the Cameron boy’s words.

“Hey!” (Y/N) finally walked the rest of the way to where the commotion was happening, no longer caring about surprising JJ. Which she actually did, but in a different way, “Watch your mouth Kook.” she warned, her anger towards the boy due to the few words directed to JJ she was able to hear leaving little to no patience in her attitude.

“This doesn’t concern you, (Y/N), piss off.”

“I think it does.” the girl took a few more steps and stood between Rafe and JJ, “Leave him alone.”

The Kook laughed, amused at the girl’s attempt of being frightening.

“You guys see this?” he turned to his friends at the table, pointing at the two Pogues, and then looked at JJ, “Nice bodyguard you got here, Maybank. How do you pay her? You go down...”

He didn’t have time to finish the sentence, JJ went around (Y/N) and tried to grab Rafe’s shirt, his arm going back ready to throw a punch.

“What’s going on here?” another male, loud voice sounded behind them. It was JJ’s boss.

“JJ, let go.” the girl grabbed his arm and tried to pull him away from the Cameron, her voice calmer this time, hoping it would soothe JJ’s mood too.

“What the hell are you doing now, Maybank? You’re really asking to be fired.” the man asked as he approached the scene.

“Nothing.” (Y/N) answered before the blonde could do it, who looked at her, confused with what she was trying to do, “It wasn’t his fault.”

“I didn’t ask you, lady.”

“Yeah but I answered anyway.”

“(Y/N/N)...” JJ whispered, hoping she would shut up before she got in trouble too.

“JJ’s just doing his job, your clients are the ones who don’t know what respect is.”

“What do you know about my clients, Pogue?” the man laughed, “This isn’t your side of the island.”

“I know enough and they don’t get to treat your workers like this, not if you want to keep them around so you can run this joke of a place.”

“(Y/N), seriously, stop.” JJ whispered again and reached to grab her hand discreetly, trying to catch her attention. She let him intertwine their fingers, but kept going.

“This man is a hard worker so I don’t think it’s fair for him to be treated like this.” the man rolled his eyes, “Oh, and also, if you want to call out your workers at least do it in private, it doesn’t convey a very good image of this place doing it in front of other clients.”

She finally turned to the Pogue and reached her hands behind his back. He was confused by her action but when he felt his apron get loose and getting snatched from his waist, his heart started to beat faster with anxiety. Fuck, I’m gonna get fired he thought. (Y/N) smacked the apron into the man’s chest and then grabbed JJ’s hand back.

“Since you haven’t paid him what you owe him yet I think it’s only fair he has an extra day off. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

And with that, she dragged the boy out of the country club, leaving an embarrassed boss behind.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

JJ leaned against his bike, head low, just like his voice to avoid making noticeable the crack in it.

“Yes I did, you would’ve been fired.”

“Maybe I should’ve been.”

“No, shut up, JJ. You don’t deserve that.”

He took a deep, shaky breath. He wanted to thank her, he wanted to say how much he appreciated what she did for him, not only that time, but every time she was there for him. Every time she was simply there.

“Hey.” she whispered, positioning herself in front of him, her feet in between his. She tried to lift his chin up so he could look at her, but his eyes refused to meet hers. She held his face upwards anyway, wanting to read his emotions, “I mean it. Stop thinking everything is your fault and that you deserve it.”

There wasn’t anything going through JJ’s head that, even when he wouldn’t pronounce it, couldn’t be shown on his face, and no one could read it better than (Y/N). So when he bit his bottom lip and blinked a few times in a row, she knew he was holding back a sob and tears and her heart broke a bit at the sight of her best friend being so broken. So she hugged him, she held him so tight that he couldn’t hold his tears anymore. Just like she knew him better than anyone, she was also the only one he fully trusted to hold him while he had a breakdown. He couldn’t hide anything from his best friend, not even his vulnerable side, because no one could put him back in place the way she did.

This was another thing that scared the shit out of him. If he couldn’t hide what he had labeled as his most shameful side, how could he possibly hide his new found feelings for (Y/N)? How was he supposed to look her in the eye and not spill everything, even more terrifying, when he didn’t even need to speak? She would know, and he didn’t know how to cope with that, how to act around her knowing she knew. What would she think?

For a moment, his tight embrace around (Y/N) and his heavy tears and sobs weren’t because of the awful week he had. It was because he was scared of losing the girl he was holding. So he held her tight, as if savoring the way her arms felt around him, as if consuming every bit of love she was giving him so he could store it for when she was gone. Because she would know and she would run away.

Part 2

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