#Until Dawn Oneshots

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PAIRING: josh washington x fem!reader WARNINGS: suggestive, no use of y/n GENRE: best friends to lovers SONG INSPIRATION: DIE FOR ME by chase atlantic WORD COUNT: 1.4k REQUESTED: yes NOTE: got a little carried away . . .

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the cabin was quiet. the flickering flames in the fireplace cast small shadows across the room as the last embers of the night begin to fade into darkness. you were stretched out on your bed, the warmth of the fire still lingering in the air, even as the chill from the mountain outside crept through the windows.

everyone else had long gone to their rooms. the day had been packed with hiking, teasing jokes, and way too much food, now the others were all passed out, getting some much needed rest for whatever was going to come tomorrow. you should have been tired too, but here you were laid in your bed wide awake, staring at the wall beside you.

the soft creak of your door opening broke the stillness. you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“hey,” josh’s familiar voice whispered from behind you. he was always the last one up too, unable to sleep when it got too quiet.

“hey,” you answered, glancing over your shoulder to see him standing in the doorway, his hair disheveled, looking sleepy and tousled. he had that half grin on his face that made you feel warm inside. 

“can’t sleep again?” you teased, already knowing the answer.

josh shrugged, padding barefoot across the hardwood floor, making his way to you. “nah, i tried. it’s freezing in my room, and, y’know, it’s weird without you there.”

this had been a thing between the two of you for as long as you could remember. whenever you were on trips with the group, josh would find his way to your room after everyone else had gone to bed.

it started as something simple as after late night movie marathons or study sessions that turned into sleepovers, but over the years. it just became your thing. sleeping alone felt strange now, especially for josh. he always needed you close.

“come on then,” you mumbled, lifting the corner of the blanket without a second thought. there was no need for words. he was already climbing under the covers with you, fitting his body against yours.

he slipped his arms around you, pulling you back against his chest, the warmth of his body immediately chasing away the chill from the mountain air. his breath was soft against your neck, and you felt him relax instantly, his head resting on the pillow just behind yours.

this was normal. it had always been normal. the two of you had shared beds, couches, even floors when crashing at friends’ places after parties. josh had always been touchy, needing to feel you, as if that contact helped him settle. you never questioned it. after all, you felt the same.

his presence was grounding, the one constant you needed in your life.

his hand found its way to your waist, his fingers casually slipping under the hem of your shirt, resting against your bare skin like it was the most natural thing. it sent a shiver up your spine, but not because you were cold.

you were used to this, he always did it. he always wanted that skin to skin contact, as if the barrier of clothing was too much separation between you. and you let him, because it didn’t feel strange. it just felt like josh.

“you’re warm,” he murmured sleepily, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your lower back. he said it every time, but the way his voice softened whenever he said it always made your heart flutter.

you hummed in response, pressing back into him just slightly, the lines of your bodies fitting perfectly together under the thick blanket. his fingers continued their slow, lazy path across your skin, drawing shapes you couldn’t quite decipher but made you relax into him even more.

the room was quiet except for the faint crackle of the dying fire and the soft sounds of josh’s breathing behind you. this was your rhythm. an intimacy that had never been questioned. 

josh had always been more than just your best friend, but you’d never dared to label it as anything else. the touches, the closeness, it was just how the two of you operated. you were comfortable, safe with each other. 

but tonight, something felt… different. 

maybe it was the calm of the cabin, or the way the mountain’s isolation made everything feel sharper, more intense. or maybe it was just the fact that your heartbeat picked up whenever his fingers slipped a little higher, his hand resting now against your ribs, dangerously close to the swell of your chest.

you wondered if he noticed the way your breathing hitched when he moved, the way your body tensed ever so slightly.

“josh…” you whispered, your voice barely audible in the quiet of the room.

“hmm?” his response was a soft hum, his lips brushing the back of your neck now, almost absentmindedly.

for a second, you considered pulling away, setting up those boundaries that were supposed to exist between best friends. but the truth was, you didn’t want to. you never had.

the truth of it settled deep in your chest, an acknowledgment of something you’d both danced around for years.

instead, you turned your head just enough to see him from the corner of your eye. his face was so close, eyes half lidded in the dim light, his lips parted slightly in that relaxed way that made him look vulnerable.

your heart did that little stutter it always did when he was this close, and suddenly, the unspoken feelings that had always been lurking just beneath the surface felt impossible to ignore.

“josh,” you said again, this time turning fully in his arms to face him.

he blinked, eyes clearer now as he studied your face. his hand didn’t move from where it was resting on your skin, but his expression shifted, like he could feel the shift in the air too. “yeah?”

the weight of the moment hung between you, the closeness suddenly more intense than it had ever been. you opened your mouth to say something. anything, but the words died on your lips as josh’s gaze flickered down to your mouth, then back to your eyes.

you weren’t imagining it. the way his hand moved a little more deliberately now, fingers tracing the curve of your waist, skimming just beneath your shirt. the way his body pressed a little closer to yours, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with your own.

this was no longer just about comfort. something had changed.

“i–” you started to speak, but before you could say anything more, josh’s hand slid a little higher, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast so lightly you almost thought you imagined it. but you didn’t. the look in his eyes, now more awake and intense, confirmed that.

his breath hitched, the same way yours had, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was the shared rhythm of your breathing, matching and uneven at the same time.

“we… we’ve always been like this,” he murmured, his voice rougher now, as if he was trying to remind himself of what this had always been. “right?”

you nodded, not trusting your voice to stay steady. “yeah. always.”

but it wasn’t always like this. not with the way his lips hovered just inches from yours now, the way his hand slipped further under your shirt like he was testing a boundary you weren’t sure existed anymore.

“maybe…” he whispered, his forehead now resting against yours, his voice so soft it was barely more than a breath, “maybe we’ve been fooling ourselves.”

his words hung between you, heavy and raw. and just like that, the unspoken tension between you, years of shared beds, lingering touches, and blurred boundaries, came crashing to the surface.

you didn’t pull away. you couldn’t. because deep down, you’d known it too. this was never just about needing to be close. it had always been more. you just hadn’t wanted to admit it.

“josh,” you breathed, your heart pounding in your chest as his hand slid up to your shoulder, his fingers gently tilting your chin so you were looking directly at him.

and then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, his lips brushed against yours. soft, tentative at first, a question hanging in the space between. when you didn’t pull away, he kissed you again, deeper this time, the heat between you building until the air felt thick with everything you’d kept hidden for so long.

you didn’t know where this was going to lead, but in that moment, with josh’s hands on your skin and his lips on yours, you knew one thing for sure.

there was no going back to the way things were.

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trick or treat

pairing: josh washington x gn!reader w. 1,491 genre: suggestive horror, shameless smut summary: out exploring the mountain for halloween, you come across a lodge. thinking it's abandoned, you head inside not knowing what (or who) you'll find. warnings: very dubcon vibes, questionable morality, implied afab anatomy. no use of y/n. rough sex, choking, creampie. a/n: this is my first until dawn fic! i still plan on doing one for mike i just thought josh would be a perfect halloween fic

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. MINORS DNI.

There was a lot of intrigue surrounding Blackwood Mountain and the horror stories surrounding it. Deciding you wanted to go out and have fun on Halloween, you decided to get into some heavy clothing and make the trek up to explore the site of the rumors.

The trip up was agonizingly long, and the cold weather and snow didn't make it much better. Though, you still decided to continue exploring and came across a few fun spots.

There was a shed that looked awfully cozy, but unfortunately was locked. If it worked out, you might've spent the night if it meant not having to go back down the way you came in the freezing cold.

As you traveled up the trails, you noticed a large building in the distance. Already feeling like you could get hit with frostbite any minute, you decided to check it out.

It was a huge lodge, and you could see all the lights were off indoors. Getting to the windows, there wasn't any sight or sound of anybody inside.

When you tried the door, it surprisingly opened without a hitch. The inside of the house was eerily quiet. Abandoned, maybe?

Investigating further found that there were obviously people that had lived there, but weren't around. The rooms were empty and only a few stray pieces of clothing or a beer can was any sign of life. The heating was still on, luckily.

So, you decided to check out the fridge. If you were going to make the place your house for the night, you wanted food.

Just as you were opening the fridge, you heard a creak of the floor behind you. Before you could turn, you felt a hand over your mouth just as you attempted to yell.

"No, no, don't yell. You're not in any danger, yet," A man's smooth voice came from behind you, "I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth and you're going to tell me your name."

Just as he said he would, his hand traveled off of your mouth and lightly wrapped around your throat. Fumbling on your words, you sputtered out your name.

He repeated it into the air multiple times before chuckling softly. You could feel his breath against the back of your neck. "That's a pretty name. What are you doing out here all alone on the mountain?"

Your brain felt like it was going blank. "I just.. I wanted to see what all of the horror stories were about. If there really were monsters up here."

"Not the kind they talk about, no," His grip tightened slightly, "But there are monsters up here. Ones that are very territorial."

You felt your pulse rising in your throat and it only seemed to be getting faster. Your mouth felt dry and you weren't ignorant of what he meant. "Who- who are you?"

"Oh, honey," You felt him get right next to your ear, "I'm one of those monsters. You can call me Josh, though."

"Josh.." You had to think about it. You knew the history of the mountain from the google deep dive you did the night before. "You're Josh Washington, the son of the rich guys that bought this mountain."

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner!" He backed away, hand still on your neck as he raised his voice, "Well aren't you a smarty pants?"

You felt your cheeks flush and your mind raced with questions. "What are you going to do to me?"

That drew Josh back in, although this time he pressed his body firmly against the back of yours. A very obvious bulge pressed against your ass and you swallowed hard. "I'm going to show you what one of those monsters do when someone comes into their territory."

"Don't.. don't hurt me," You pleaded, although it sounded pathetic and weak.

"I won't hurt you, or I won't try to," Josh laughed softly into your ear, "You just have to cooperate."

You nodded slowly, feeling uncertainty all throughout your body. What he was going to do was uncertain, although the obvious bulge pressing into you gave you some idea.

"That's good," His voice lowered and his hands hooked onto the thick pants, "You're not going to forget me, sweetheart."

His movements were quick, pulling your pants and underwear down in a quick few tugs. You felt bare and open, sweat collecting on your brow. "Josh.." You murmured.

"Oh, I like it when you say my name," You could hear his grin from the way he spoke, "Keep saying it and maybe I'll be nice."

You felt his hand running over your ass, giving it a firm squeeze and letting out a low groan when his hips rolled forward. His free hand reached down and pulled down his sweatpants and boxers. His cock was painfully hard and you could already tell.

His hand also reached forward and pressed a finger against your hole, teasing it and chuckling. "Someone's desperate for me, aren't you? Pretty thing."

You couldn't suppress the whine that left you, subconsciously pushing back against it. He seemed to notice and gave in, his finger sinking inside slowly. It drew out a gasp, but you kept your composure as he worked it in and out.

"God, you're wet. I'd have half a mind thinking you walked in here wanting me to fuck you," He teased, pushing his finger in rough and adding a second to go along with it.

The stretch burned, but you were still breathy and overwhelmed by the feeling. "Josh," You could hardly get the word out.

You heard him laugh behind you. "If you say my name like that, I can't promise I'll be able to control myself," He withdrew his fingers and you felt his cock press against your hole, "Say it again."

You felt his hand close around your neck tighter, but you still got it out. "Josh." You repeated firmly.

"That's right," He sounded satisfied with himself before pushing his hips forward.

His cock was thicker than you anticipated and you fell against the refrigerator door, trying to catch your breath. His hand slipped off of your throat and both of them grab onto your hips.

His pace started out steady, even though you hadn't had nearly enough time to adjust to his size. Either way, he was going full steam ahead. Your hands closed around the fridge's handle, holding on for dear life.

"Fuck, you're so tight, did you know that?" Josh's voice sounded rough and airy, "So tight I never want to stop fucking you. Never gonna stop, you hear me?"

All you could let out was a broken moan, his steady pace felt unrelenting and hard to process anything around you. "Fuck, Josh.."

"God, baby, keep saying that," He wrapped his arms around your waist and began pounding into you. His thrusts felt desperate and unhinged.

"J-" You were cut off by his incessant pace, being completely overwhelmed by the pleasure of his cock hitting deep inside you.

He seemed to slow down, back to his pace from before, although he was letting out small whiny sounds. "You feel so good, can't help myself, no... gotta have you.."

His ramblings began to drone on, his voice quiet and largely overshadowed by the sound of his hips connecting with yours. Before you could say anything else, he randomly began to speed up again.

Just like before, he was fucking into you ravenously. He sounded like a mess, much like yourself. The feeling of his cock pushing into you over and over had you without any warning had your brain turning into mush.

It wasn't long before you felt a surge of pleasure, letting out a choked moan as you came around his cock. It was sudden and fast, but prolonged by his relentless pace.

You heard him whine behind you, his fingers digging into your hips. "Fuck, you can't just.. that felt so fucking good, I can't stop.." His voice sounded completely foreign to the confident, intimidating presence you heard before. He was gone.

It was even more sudden that he slammed into you, his hips staying firmly pressed against you as he moaned out. You felt a warm sensation and the pieces clicked together just as he started to speak. "Fuck, that's it.. you're all mine."

His hips slowly rocked before pulling back, feeling his cock slip out of you. Your knees buckled and you collapsed onto the kitchen tile, feeling his load begin to seep out of you. "What did you.."

"Monsters like to claim their prey," Josh said, his voice back to his intimidating persona. "Now they'll know you're mine."

"Yours?" You said as you looked up, seeing his face for the first time that entire evening. He was far too attractive for his own good. "I'm nobody's, Josh."

"Oh, is that so? Maybe I didn't make it clear enough. Let's do it again and learn, shall we?"

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nights like this.

⋆ pairing: josh washington x fem!reader ⋆ genre: fluff ⋆ warnings: no y/n, just slight flirting, mutual pining, before prologue ⋆ wc: about 3.1k ⋆ note: not proofread, expect part two ⋆ requested: no

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tuesday, 7:56 pm.

both you and josh had been planning this night for what felt like weeks—a movie night. to be frank, neither of you are very coordinated when planning hangouts, but when you stepped inside and saw nothing laid out—blankets, snacks, drinks—or even a recorded movie ready—you knew this was going to be a mess, a small frown tugging at the corners of your lips.

sometimes things are better done spur of the moment! josh sheepishly let you in, insisting he forgot, but you knew he didn't—he couldn't have. texts back and forth every day talking about how excited you were proved that—not to mention hannah and beth were trying to tidy things up in the living room, waving at you with smiles on their faces. "i'm sorry—really—i'll get popcorn going," he rushed out, shaking his head softly as he made his way into the kitchen. you could've sworn he was blushing. from embarrassment. obviously. you didn't mind in the long run. you were here, and now the party was really going to get started. "it's alright, josh."

-

you sat criss-cross on the washington’s couch, remote in hand as you scrolled absentmindedly through the channels. josh, on the other hand, was in the kitchen whipping up popcorn. you were supposed to be looking for movies… but nothing seemed to be on tonight. nothing interesting, at least. it bored you to the point you were lost in thought while clicking the down button. their house was one you'd been in many times, and honestly you treated it like your own—albeit a bit better since you wanted to make a good impression. every time you arrived you just felt an immense sense of comfort, like you were wrapped in a warm blanket the second your foot hit the hardwood floor. but i guess that's just the effect the washington's have. on everything, really. whenever you get texts from them you're unable to hide the smile from your face.

the subtle pops and snaps of the kernels filled your ears, as well as the overwhelming smell of butter. it was a nice contrast to the frustration you were feeling... just seeing the same shit as you switched channels—almost to the point where you just wanted to take that dumb, plastic remote and throw it at the screen. deep breaths, you said. just take a deep breath.

click after click, channel after channel, nothing. the only things coming up were reality tv, animal planet—hell, judge judy. honestly, you could've settled for something dumb like 'ridiculousness' or 'the impractical jokers', but you desperately wanted to find a horror movie. you know. that cliché movie scene where the girl clings to the guys arm helplessly as she pretends to be scared—nuzzling her face into his shoulder to 'hide' from the absolute terror on screen. and then the boy consoles her, telling her that there's nothing to be afraid of, but deep down the girl just wanted an excuse to be by him. -

“aye, ya find anything?” he walked up behind you, a dopey grin on his face. his hands rested just behind your head, leaning on the couch. his voice broke you out of your small fantasy... unfortunately. you glanced behind yourself, thumb still auto-pressing like a zombie. “nope. no luck,” you sigh, scrolling so far you reached static.

“mm, well, i'm pretty sure i have dvds lying around somewhere,” he shrugged, patting your shoulder gently as he stepped back.

“now that's more like it.” you smiled with relief, setting the remote down by your side as your hands came to rub your face. "any idea where they are?"

you stood up from the couch, circling it as you followed him back into the kitchen. josh hummed softly, trying to think whilst pouring the popcorn into a medium sized tin bowl.

“they’re either in my room or my sisters, i’d assume,” he concluded, shooting you a knowing look. “we’re all movie people.”

you nodded, walking over to the fridge as you grabbed two bottles of water. “i can go check with hannah and beth,” you smiled.

hannah and beth. they had left the living room in silence the second they were done organizing—no hello or hug like usual. it was a bit strange, but you chose not to question it. i mean, they were only helping him, you know.

your hand lingered on the fridge handle for a moment, closing it quietly as you walked back to the couch. the cold of the water bottles were beginning to burn your hand—a sensation you never enjoyed. quickly, you set them down on coasters on the coffee table, wiping the condensation on your pants.

“so you don’t want to come to my room with me?” he teased, following after you as he brought the popcorn out.

“ew, josh,” a slight scoff escaped your lips, faint blush dusting your cheeks. “i’d much rather talk to your sisters.”

you feigned annoyance, but the smile creeping up on your face clearly said otherwise. it was incredibly hard to hide the fact his little comment made your heart race and all of your blood rush to your face.

silence fell between the two of you—a tension filled silence. your heartbeat echoed in your ears, trying to steady your breathing. his eyes scanned over your face, and suddenly the world seemed to stop. the glow of the tv seemed to illuminate his face perfectly—accentuating all his features. it was like he was luring you in. a sort of magnetic pull that just had you absolutely captivated.

conflicting feelings arose in your mind. it was a known fact that you liked josh—but should you act on them? your heart wanted you to walk forward and close the distance, but your mind was unsure. you were good friends, sure, but it was far-fetched to say he felt the same. he was unobtainable in your book.

“suit yourself,” he grinned, shrugging nonchalantly.

the second time you were broken out of your thoughts.

his voice was smooth—the way he replied igniting a spark within yourself. he turned around almost as soon as he spoke, disappearing into the hallway that led to his room. as his footsteps slowly dissipated, you finally exhaled. honestly, you didn’t even know you were holding your breath.

but, did he always look at you like that?

- the walls of their home were decorated in a plethora of family photos, some of just them individually. there weren't many of josh, but the ones they did have up were cute, mostly him as a little boy with a goofy grin on his face. excited about his first day of kindergarten—catching his first fish—all his milestones. you couldn't help but look at all of them as you wandered around in attempt to find hannah or beth. you envied the washington's a bit—a well off family with a big house that just so happened to own an entire fucking mountain, not to mention the lodge and other buildings on that property. (dare i say nepo-children?). no matter how many times you were in that house, you only seemed to remember where hannah's room was, aside from the living room. your footsteps were quiet as you navigated, walking up the staircase with your left hand on the railing. as you reached the top of the steps, you b-lined it to hannah's room, knocking on her door gently. you could the muffled sounds of laughter, followed by soft steps as the door swung open—beth greeted you with a tight hug. hannah was sitting on the floor in front of a line-up of nail polishes. fun! "hey," she grinned as your name fell from her lips, "long time no see! i thought you and josh were supposed to be watching a movie?" she let her hands fall to your sides, holding your arms as she gently shook your body back and forth. "yeah, we were going to—" you smiled, laughing a bit as she took your hand and brought you into the room, "i came to ask if you guys had any dvds. he said they might be in here." the twins shared knowing glances, and they both nodded as they looked back at you—almost in sync. it was scary. were you first hand experiencing twin telepathy? they had a full-on conversation with their eyes alone. "they're in my room, i'll take you." beth took your hand in hers again, leading you out of hannah's room almost as soon as you arrived. you quickly waved to hannah, mouthing 'bye' as you were practically dragged through the endless hallway. a couple turns away and you were in front of her door. a small, mischievous smile tugged at the corner of her lips, glancing between you and the door as she opened it. "can i tell you something?" it came off as a question, but you knew she was going to say it anyway. beth walked straight to her bedside, picking up a stack of movie cases. you stood in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe with you arms crossed. a bit skeptical, you nodded, "of course." she almost seemed giddy at your reply, walking calmly over to you to hand you the tapes. there was an expression you couldn't quite read on her face. it was like she was excited—but also like she wanted to hide it at the same time. your arms opened to take the dvds, holding them to your chest as you read the titles from the top down, slipping the case to the bottom of the stack once you were done. "i'm pretty sure josh has a thing for you," beth started, tucking her bottom lip in between her teeth. she was trying to shut herself up, but honestly she couldn't keep it in any longer. your eyes flicked between the names of the movies and her face, your brows furrowing. she knew something you didn't. "what do you mean?" curiosity laced your voice but your eyes never met. you avoided her gaze. she leaned on the wall beside you, watching as you were suddenly so focused on reading all of the movie titles. "well, for starters, you are the only girl he's ever invited over to the house," beth nodded, sticking out a hand to count how many things she was listing off. she stuck her thumb out. "the only time he ever sees sam and the others are when we go to the lodge or hang out as a group." you hummed a small 'mhm', wanting her to continue. to say you were intrigued would be an understatement—you wanted to hear more, needed to hear more. just a half hour ago you were trying to convince yourself it was too good to be true, and now you weren't so sure. "and, he keeps asking han and i what kind of things you're into." she stuck out her pointer finger.

resting her head on the wall behind her as she looked up at the ceiling, she continued: "he's been listening to a lot of fleetwood mac ever since we mentioned it to him."

a small laugh managed to escape you as you listened to her, followed by a gentle nudge on her part. "i'm serious, i've never heard someone listen to gold dust woman so much!"

“maybe he’s just being a good friend—y’know, i always try to get into—“ beth placed her pointer finger to your lips, a quick and silly way to silence you.

“can you just trust me on this one?” her voice was desperate but playfull, her hand dropping to her hip.

a beat of silence fell between you two. it wasn’t awkward, just giving you time to think about it all. and then it dawned on you.

he’d been flirting with you the entire time.

stolen glances, the way his hand brushed against your own, little presents here and there—everything began to make sense. and you looked like a fool. blush instantly rushed to your cheeks, shaking your head as your eyes met beth’s.

“and you’ve known this for how long?”

“about 4 months. he begged us to not say anything—i swore on my life.”

another beat of silence.

“does josh know that i—“ you began, cut off by beth once more, this time by her words.

“nope, not to my knowledge. unless han said something, he is also oblivious.” she reassured, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“is it as painful as watching chris and ashley dance around the topic?” you questioned, tilting your head slightly with a bashful smile on your face.

“worse, actually, way worse. you guys are always so close to making a move, and then you chicken out.”

you shook your head once more, then glanced back down at the movies. they were all comedy except for one—‘the shining’. you’ve already seen it, quite a few times actually, but it wouldn’t hurt to play it. you politely handed the other movies back to beth, tucking the horror case underneath your arm.

her palm fell from your shoulder, taking the movies into her hands as she returned them to her bedside, then right back to the spot she was standing at.

“okay, but, that still doesn’t explain why he ‘forgot’,” you put air quotes up, “about our hangout today. is something up?”

“well,” she sighed, glancing to the floor before she met your eyes again. “i honestly don’t know. i think you just make him nervous, he was kind of just sitting around fidgeting all day.”

you nodded, butterflies swirling in your stomach. you made josh nervous? hell, he made you nervous. palms all sweaty any time you got too close—your body naturally heating up—not to mention how you always get red in the face when he stares at you for too long.

“promise you won’t say anything.”

“i won’t.”

-

eventually, you had made your way back to the living room, this time ignoring the family photos and instead trying to figure out if you were going to say something to josh. each step you took matched your heart beat, nice and steady. that was until you spotted josh on the couch, eyes closed.

your heart fluttered a bit just seeing him. despite only being apart for a couple minutes, you couldn’t help but miss him. it was a familiar feeling, unfortunately, it came with the burden of having a crush on him.

as if he felt your presence (undoubtedly heard your steps), his eyes opened as he turned his head to look in your direction—immediately sitting up straight with a small smile.

“there she is,” he stood up, walking over to meet you in the middle, “i’m guessing they had the movies?”

“mhm,” you nod, handing him the case. “you’ve seen ‘the shining’ before, right?”

he shook his head, taking the dvd into his hand, examining it. his eyes glanced between you and the writing on the case. "horror?" he questioned, sauntering over to the tv—you followed after. "would you rather watch 'pretty woman' or 'ferris bueller's day off' again?" you teased, leaving him to put the movie in while you sat on the couch, sneaking a few pieces of popcorn. josh chuckled gingerly, popping the disc from the holder straight into the dvd player. you changed the hdmi until it displayed the previews for other movies, signifying that you were on the right one. he strolled back over to you, sitting on the other side of the couch. comfortable silence fell between you two as he skipped the previews, immediately turning the movie on. he seemed invested—which was good—but you were starting to get bored. it was a great movie, don't get me wrong, but having seen it a few times... it just wasn't something that sparked your interest. compared to the other movies, this was the best bet. "scared?" you turned your head to look at him, a small smirk on your face. "need someone to hold onto?" "yes, definitely," he retorted, a dramatic flare grazing his voice. josh almost immediately moved closer to you, your knees touching as his arm hung on the spine of the couch—behind your body, of course. "what would i do without you?" you rolled your eyes, graciously accepting the newfound warmth that spread through your body. yes, from the proximity, but also because your heart was racing once more. he seemed so eager to be beside you. which is a good thing. - minutes passed and you found yourself watching josh's face more than the movie. he was completely entranced—hyper-focused on the screen in front of him, oblivious to your fond eyes examining his every expression. and over that time, your positions had changed. his arm was now resting around your shoulders, pulling you (basically) as close as possible, with your legs touching, both of you glued to each other. you could feel each time he was startled—his body tensing—then relaxing. eventually you decided to watch the movie, your eyes returning to the bloody horror that was being displayed. your head rested on his chest, and you wrapped your arms around his abdomen—a lazy hug, but also because it was more comfortable this way. you swore you could feel his heart rate pick up. "scared?" he mocked, glancing down at you. you scoffed, shaking your head gently against his body. “if anyone’s scared it’s you,” you retorted, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

josh looked back down at you, this time holding the eye contact. both of your eyes simultaneously flicked between the others eyes and lips—the two of you thinking the same thing.

your lips parted almost instinctively, both of you leaning in—

“am i interrupting something?”

hannah’s voice cut through the tension like a knife—neither of you even heard her coming. you sat up quickly, blush evident on your cheeks.

“not at all,” josh replied, his arm still around hour shoulders—he seemed rather calm—but his body was tense against yours.

you didn’t want to admit it, but it was so excruciatingly obvious she interrupted something. with the way she was grinning, she had to have known it too.

a small smile fell on your lips, looking at her, that same mischievous smile that her sister wore was now on her face.

beth was right. you and josh dance around the topic too much—at this point, you need to come up with your own choreography for it. the fact you two almost kissed—faces so close—yet so far.

how long were you going to have to wait for it to happen again?

thank you all for being so patient while i took my time writing this. pretty sure i experienced writers block lmao? i got kind of lazy halfway through but hope you enjoyed!!! let me know what you think in the comments pretty plzz tried to hurry this shit out like 3 days ago and got bored but now i REALLY had to have it done by today so i could watch arcane s2 LMAOO also i'd like to say that i got my layout inspo from ruewrote, so thank you for having a blog (lol)

[joostcafe]

Needy | Chris Hartley x fem!reader

IDK enjoy this Chris babble :p

— now playing! ♫ my kind of woman | marc demarco—

I fully believe Chris would be the needy/clingy type. Just imagine a trip to the lodge, where he would be soooo excited to see you pull up to the cable car station. He would make silly jokes to try and impress you (they always make you laugh). He’s already holding your hand and kissing you before you even step in the cable car.

And when you both get there he wouldn’t even try to hide it from the group, there’s no extreme pda of course but he’s holding you from the waist and kissing your head. He’s wiping snow off your jacket and face, he cannot let go of you.

“Damn bro she’s not going anywhere.” - Josh

When you all settle in the cabin and in your rooms, he watches you try to change into comfy clothes, as he hides his flush.

“You’re so fucking beautiful you know that right?”

“You only tell me that everyday.” You reply.

“Yeah! because it’s true!”

His eyes never leave your body, as he curses under his breath when he sees the matching pair of bra + undies he loves to see you in. Even before you can put on a shirt, he’s hugging you from behind and planting soft kisses on your neck. He’s groaning in your ear when you try and move away to finish changing.

You giggle, feeling him growing hard and he’s practically whimpering. This man is down bad, so in love with you that he can’t even go down to eat before he’s fucking you against the wall. One hand holding your head from hitting the wall and the other unbuttoning your bra.

“f-fuck you’re so pretty. I couldn’t k-keep my eyes away from you.”

He’s sooo polite, always calling you beautiful, asking if you’re comfortable. Sometimes (many times) he’ll apologize because he’s so needy and wanting to fuck you.

“I’m sorry— I just needed you so f-fucking bad.”

He’s huge. In both ways… He’s 6’2 i’d imagine. With his head buried in your neck as he’s moaning your name trying to be as quiet as possible. Like imagine Josh trying to open the door and him covering your mouth and his hands are just soooo big…

The group is already off doing their own things when you two come out to eat. And you two just spend the rest of the evening together (that cringy couple unfortunately but it’s okay bcuz it’s Chris)

When you go to take a hot shower, he begs to hop in with you with these big puppy eyes as he kisses you. You oblige but only because you desperately want him too.

His build is craaaazy, he works out sometimes when mike invites him to the gym (probably a couple times a month) but he’s got a wild sleeper build. So when he joins you in the shower, your eyes can’t help but wander off.

His glasses are off, his hair is messy and he’s CLINGYYYY. He helps you with shampoo and body wash, massaging your back and shoulders. He stops to run his hands all over your body and gives you kisses wherever he pleases.

He’ll also be silly at times though. Like he’ll try and give you a mohawk with the shampoo and use wayyy too much. (y’all are running that hot water)

When you both are in bed he’s holding you close to his chest. He’s tracing circles on your back and you can hear his soft grunts as he falls asleep.

i wrote this really late lol it’s all over the place….i need like prompts for like actual one-shots pls pls request anything. even for other until dawn characters.

[admirationandromantics]

Best Friend's Brother

This request is literally 10 days old, which, to some, might not seem as a long time. For me however, it is. I'm sorry, but as I've described, I'm just trying to balance writing and school right now, so I'll be writing a little less than before.

Word count: 1,6k (unedited)

could u write a best friend older brother trope josh x reader. luv you works btww xx -anon

I knock on the door, waiting for Beth to open up. We’d planned a movie night while her parents were gone, and Hannah was at Sam’s. Josh was still home, but she told me he wouldn’t be a bother, and would probably stay in his room the whole night. 

I have met him many times before, and would even call us friends. Though at the same time, I often wonder if he looks at me like another baby sister, despite only being one year apart. He often gives me a hard time, teasing me and joking around, but most times, I don’t mind. I usually also hope that he never means anything with his small occasional comments, because nothing will happen either way. My best friend’s brother? That would be a problem just waiting to happen. 

Josh and I have been drunk together, partied together and been on get togethers together, though I’m not familiar with everyone in their group yet. 

I stand outside, my patience running low in the cold weather, wishing I brought a scarf. I hear footsteps coming from inside. Finally. The door unlocks, and a broad, tan Josh in a thin rolled up sweater and some sweatpants stands there, arm against the doorframe. He gives a small smile, looking me over. 

“Well, look who decided to come while the parents are out” he coos, a small whistling sound coming out of his lips. 

“Well, hello Joshua, care to let me in?” 

He smiles, contemplating whether to make this difficult or not. I look around, sighing and waiting for an answer, thinking about shouting Beth’s name and telling her that her brother is being a prick. Luckily, he opens the door further, making space for me to walk inside. “Thank you” I say, trying to hide my smile a bit. I’ve been here many times before, so I immediately know where to hang my coat and leave everything else. Josh keeps standing there, watching me. 

“Beth is out, said something about getting snacks for your movie night” He explains, and I nod. The store is not far from here, so she will probably be back soon. 

“Well then, do you know which movie she’s got planned?”

“Of course I do, I’m the one who helps pick them out”

I give him a curious and sceptical look, not having heard this before. He keeps his gaze locked on my gaze, a small smirk playing on his lips. 

“Have you?” 

“Every time” 

My mouth opens a little. Beth is always talking about her great taste in movies, never having mentioned this before. 

“No, are you serious? Beth has never given you any credit”

“Little sisters… what do you expect?” 

I hum, not knowing how to respond to that. I walk inside, him following closely as I sit myself by the kitchen counter. 

“So, what movie have you chosen then?” I ask, looking up at him again. Instead of sitting, he just leans against the counter with one arm, body turned my way. I can’t help my gaze, looking over his revealed forearms. 

“Something a bit different than usual…” he smirks, eyes following my gaze down to his arms. I break free, leaning forward a bit. 

“Okay, what movie?” 

“A scary one” 

“No”

“Oh yes” 

I whine, leaning back again. I hate scary movies, I hate jumpscares and gore. Why can’t people just like normal, funny, cozy stuff? 

“Josh, are you serious?”

“And there we go, you’re starting to use my nickname” 

“Joshua! Are you serious?”

“Well, that lasted for long”

I sigh, rolling my eyes. This is not how I want to spend my night, and considering that the walk home will be dark and scary, this movie will definitely fuel my fears. 

“Hey, calm down, it’s a good movie, maybe you just haven’t seen a good scary movie yet, this one might change your mind about the whole genre” He smiles, a hand going to my arm. I can't help the small blush coming from the touch, his fingers warm and comforting. I don’t want to do this, but I really can’t object when Beth is the one getting everything ready, and I just need to show up and have a good time. Or pretend I’m having a good time. 

The door opens, and his hand is immediately removed as Beth comes in, a big bag in her hands. She doesn’t notice me at first. 

“Beth!” I exclaim, and she lifts her head, nose a little red from the cold outside. 

“Hey, oh sorry, I didn’t have time to go earlier today” 

“That’s completely fine, here, let me take it” I state, walking over and taking the bag from her hands as she starts undressing. 

“My brother didn’t bother you?” 

I look over at him, and he just gives a small laugh, shaking his head and putting his hands up defensively. 

“No, he was fine” 

“Good, now, let's go” She smiles, leading me away from him, into their living room. She finds a couple of bowls, letting me distribute the snack in them as she works on getting the movie going. 

“Okay, so I know you’re not a scary movie-person, but I know this one is really good, so please, keep an open mind” 

I laugh a little, thinking back on the fact that Josh is the one who actually picked this out. 

“I’ll keep an open mind then” 

“Great” 

The movie starts, and we both sit down, a blanket over us as the lights dim. At first, the movie seems fine, the occasional jump scare, which scares me much more than it does Beth. Still, I keep watching, body tense and uncomfortable, but I can’t take my eyes off it. We’re in the middle when someone gets violently cut up, and the camera doesn’t bother to show us anything else than the blood and flesh flying everywhere, the gore not stopping. I take a breath, pulling my eyes from the screen and standing up. 

“I just need to use the bathroom”

“Gonna puke?”

I laugh a little, the tension in my shoulders easing as she talks. 

“No, but if there’s no important information in this sequence, please feel free to skip it, I'll be quick” I say, already making my way to the yellow-lighted hallway. It's light, in contrast to the room I was just in, and that makes me ease up a little more. Gosh, if this was to keep going, I wouldn’t dare walking home tonight. 

Suddenly, I hear a click, and the light goes away, leaving me in the dark hallway. I stop, looking around, unsure about what just happened. Another breath escapes my lips, reminding me that I can’t keep holding my breath everytime something startling happens. The hallway looks empty both ways, so I continue further, crossing my fingers that the light in the bathroom at least works. 

Before I can react, a couple of strong arms grab me from behind, caging me. I’m about to yell out, but as if anticipating it, the hand goes over my mouth, muffling my screams. I’m slammed into the wall, not too hard, luckily, but I close my eyes before the impact arrives. As I open them again, a smiling Josh is standing in front of me, biting his lips to hold in his laugh. My heart is still beating fast, breaths coming in and out in a rapid manner. I grab his hand roughly, dragging it off my mouth. 

“Joshua Washington! Are you fucking insane??” 

He bursts out laughing, arms against the wall beside me, holding himself up as he leans over. I shake my head, mouth still a little open in shock, whilst he can’t stop laughing. 

“Maybe, but you should’ve seen your face!” He chuckles, one of his hands going to his stomach to compose himself. It’s probably hurting right now from all the laughter. 

“Joshua! What the hell is wrong with you!?” 

“Okay, okay, calm down, just a little prank on my part” He smiles, finally calming down. 

“I have been watching a fucking horror movie, and you pull this shit?”

He bites his lip again, tilting his head a bit to examine me. 

“Oh, come on now, you’re totally thinking it’s funny” 

“No, I’m not” 

“Or you’re into it or something…”

“Wait, what, no I’m not, what kind of sick-”

Before I can process what’s happening, his lips are on me. I feel his breath, his body close, soft lips moving ove mine. My heart is still beating rapidly, but oddly enough, it calms with the way he’s touching me. Tender and carefully, not like himself at all. His hand goes to my waist, body pressing mine into the wall, opening his mouth a little. I hear a little groan leaving his throat. He pulls away, faces close as his eyes go over me, looking up and down. I almost think he looks a little vulnerable, but his signature smirk finds its way to his lips again. 

“Well then, calmer now?” 

I look at him, confused, conflicted. I scoff, shaking my head a bit. 

“No, I think I need a little more help” I state, hand going to the back of his neck, pulling him into me again. Capturing his lips on mine, already opening my mouth. He does the same, one hand on my hips, pulling me into him. 

“Hey, finished in the bathroom soon? I’ve paused the movie, the gore is over!” Beth shouts from the living room. We both pull away from each other and look over to the living room, luckily not seeing her there. I look back at him, seeing his chest heaving, hot breaths coming from his mouth. He turns, looking into my eyes. 

“Guess we better finish calming you down later” He smiles, pushing himself off me and the wall, walking back to his room. 

Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?

[redvelvetstars22]

Stolen Dance

~Josh Washington x reader fluff! 💖~

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“Josh?” you called from upstairs. “Josh, honey, come quick!”

You could hear your boyfriend groan tiredly, clearly not happy about being woken up from his nap. He slowly climbed the staircase up to the second floor, every step on the wooden boards creating a slight creaking noise that echoed throughout the house. Upon reaching your shared bedroom, Josh pushed the door open and looked around for you. After a few minutes of searching, he eventually found you knelt down in the farthest corner of the closet.

“Uh, babe? What are you, uh, doing back there?” He questioned, the corner of his lips lifting into a confused smile.

You didn’t really give him a proper reply. Instead, you smirked and spoke only two words.

“Zombie. Dinosaurs.”

Josh quirked a brow at first, but then realization slowly crept across his face. His eyes went wide and that tiny smile he was wearing quickly got swept off his lips.

“No way,” he muttered, “There’s no way you found it.”

“Oh but I did, my dear Joshua. You’re old laptop, just filled with allll your high school films~,” you cooed, now holding up the computer in both hands and waving it around teasingly. The best way to describe Josh’s reaction to this was pure horror. He immediately tried to snatch the computer from you, but to his dismay you jerked away and hid the device behind your back with a giggle.

“Babe come on!” he whined. “I was in 10th grade when I filmed those! They’re terrible!”

“Whaaat? No way! I just watched half of the first movie and saw a 16 year old Mike playing the president of the United States. That’s peak cinema, Josh.”

“Yeah, he took his role wayyy too seriously…But still! That whole film was so bad,” Josh groaned dramatically. Despite his actions though, he dragged himself over to you and plopped down beside you on the floor. Then before you knew it, you were tugged onto his lap, where he kept you trapped by wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

“Oh? Do you actually want to watch your cringy movies now?” You joked.

“Not really, but Chris played a dinosaur in this one and it was hilarious,” Josh chuckled, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

You and Josh ended up watching the entire movie together. It was, of course, very silly and nonsensical but you two did get some good laughs out of it. The Brainosaurus was definitely the funniest part though. All Josh had done was scribble on a toy dinosaur to make it look “zombie-like” and then zoomed in on it while filming so that it looked way bigger than it was. You had asked if he still had the toy, but he unfortunately didn’t since he gave it to Chris as a sort of souvenir for being in the movie.

Your guys’ banter was quickly cut off however when the credits finished rolling. To both of you’s surprise, there was more footage that had been recorded.

The computer screen showed a younger Josh walking around the school’s cafeteria with a fake microphone in hand. He was playing the role of a news reporter and was speaking to the camera about the “brain-eating dinosaur situation”. After giving his short report on the dinosaurs getting more dangerous, he shouted “cut” while giving a quick clap of his hands. A relieved sigh sounded from behind the camera, which earned an amused laugh from Josh.

“Chris, dude, you’ve only been recording for 10 minutes! There’s no way you’re tired already!” Josh exclaimed.

“I haven’t eaten all day! Can’t we just take a lunch break? Since we’re at lunch??” Chris asked, sounding exasperated. With a short sigh, Josh gave a quick, somewhat defeated nod. The camera was then pointed at the floor for the next few minutes as the two of them went to get their food. Once they found a table to sit at afterwards, the camera was placed on the table and positioned to face them.

The boys rambled to each other about various subjects for a little while. Josh had been yapping about a recent failed test he had gotten back before suddenly pausing mid story to stare at something off camera. Chris raised an eyebrow and followed his friend’s gaze. He then smirked and nudged Josh’s shoulder.

“Ah, staring at Y/N again, huh? Just go ask them out already, bro.”

“W- What?” Josh sputtered. “No way! You remember the last time I tried that…”

“Oh yeahhh! The ketchup incident-!”

“Don’t remind me!!…Ughhh why did I point the bottle at them..??”

Chris let out a loud cackle which caused him to also start choking on his food. Josh slapped his back a few times, stopping only when he was sure Chris was breathing normally again. Instead of being grateful for his best friend’s help though, Chris grinned wickedly and shouted for you.

“Y/N! Josh has something he wants to ask youuu!” Chris called in a sing song voice. Josh jolted upright in his seat and immediately smacked the other’s arm while telling him to “shut up” through gritted teeth. But then he seemingly noticed you walking over and shrunk back down in his seat. A younger you was now in frame as you sat down beside Josh, giving him a curious smile.

“What’s up, Washington?” You asked, tilting your head slightly. Josh cleared his throat and was right about to speak when Chris cut him off again.

“He wanted to ask you to Homecoming,” Chris blurted and his smile grew even wider. Josh simply blinked at first, caught off guard by the interruption. Then his face flushed and he turned around to shoot daggers at Christopher. When he turned back around to face you again, he simply mumbled a quick “yeah, what he said”.

Your eyes practically lit up at his words. With a wide smile, you cupped his face in your hands and squealed ecstatically.

“Yes! Definitely! Absolutely!” You smiled brightly. So brightly, in fact, that it completely distracted Josh for a few minutes. He hastily shook his head to snap out of it and put on his best confident expression.

“Cool, super cool. I’ll pick you up around 7:30, that sound good?”

“Yup!”

“Great, it’s a date then~,” Josh winked flirtatiously. You blew him a kiss in return before getting up from the table to giddily run off camera. The two boys watched you for a few more moments, and then turned to each other with wide grins and loud cheers.

The video then suddenly shut off.

You and Josh sat there staring at the screen in complete silence. Which he almost immediately broke as he leaned closer to your ear.

“Y’know, you looked super hot that night~,” he purred, his warm breath ghosting over your ear. You felt a small shiver go down your spine, your own breath hitching quietly. Upon noticing your reaction, Josh pulled away and shot you his usual relaxed expression, though a hint of mischief twinkled in his eyes.

“Buuuut we never did get to slow dance ‘cause, well, those fries gave you food poisoning.”

That’s it. That memory completely ruined the mood. You almost wanted to throw up right now just remembering how awful you felt that night…

“Ughhh, I thought we weren’t ever going to talk about that again??” you whined.

“Oh no, I will *always* remember what those fries stole from me,” Josh pouted as he crossed his arms. Honestly, you’d never forgive those fries for what happened either. It was completely embarrassing. You threw up in front of Josh like five times that night and honestly, you thought he’d never want to even look at you ever again. But then he actually came over to your house the next day just to check in and see how you were feeling. He ended up staying over the whole day all so that the two of you could play video games until you were feeling somewhat better again. You’re definitely sure that that’s the day you knew you were completely and utterly in love with Joshua Washington.

Now that you think about it, maybe there is a way for you and Josh to have that dance after all.

“Josh,” You spoke up suddenly, “Put on your best suit and meet me downstairs when you’re done, okay?”

Your boyfriend furrowed his brows in confusion and slight suspicion. “Why? What are you planning, babe..?”

You closed the laptop and set it down on the floor beside you as you began to wiggle out of Josh’s grasp. Once you were free you stood up and held out a hand for Josh to take.

“We’ve got speakers and mood lights… It’s perfect for slow dancing, don’t you think?”

Josh’s lips quickly upturned into a warm grin. “You wanna do that now?”

“Is that a problem, Washington?”

“Nah, not to me. I’m just surprised you’re so eager to be swept off your feet.” Josh took your hand in his, allowing you to help him up. His arms then slid around your waist as he stepped closer to press a soft, loving kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll be sure we finally get that slow, romantic dance. And this time, no gross french fries are gonna get in our way…”

[untildawnss]

hungover

just having a bit of fun. i will make up background characters to join the main 10 (names inspired by roles the actors played in other universes).

characters are in college (over 21, so no US underage drinking), it's summer break (idk how college in the US works exactly) and they're having a house party week at one of the washington properties. au in which the original prank and josh prank didn't happen, emily and mike are still together.

wc: 2.1k

ct: drinking, drugs, smoking, mentions of nudity

he woke up, his head feeling like it might explode at any second. his hands were clammy and his cheek was resting against something cold and rough. he rolled over onto his back, hard, the movement sent a wave of pain through his joints. his right arm had fallen asleep and the tingling, buzzing sensation was unbearable. he waited until it subsided to push himself into a sitting position, groaning. his mouth and throat were so dry that swallowing felt like trying to eat sand. he raised his hands, feeling for his glasses that were hanging off the tip of his nose and pushed them back up.

chris immediately regretted opening his eyes. the bright lights and white walls made his head pound. he squeezed his eyes shut again for a few seconds and took a deep breath. when he opened them again the room seemed to spin and shift in and out of focus. he gagged, just barely managing to gulp back the vomit but the vile taste remained on the back of his tongue and his throat was burning now. his eyes were stinging and teary from the sensation, he felt uncomfortably sweaty and sticky. his vision was still blurry and he realised that his glasses were smudged and greasy, so he cleaned them with the hem of his shirt.

he could see clearer now, though there were still streaks on the lenses that irritated his tired eyes and made him squint and blink rapidly. he fought back against his body's urge to vomit once more and looked around the bleak room. it was a small room, the floor concrete, the walls white tile and there was a door with some kind of cutout or flap. and there was... another person?

"josh? hey, josh!" chris shook his sleeping, snoring best friend's shoulder. "josh, wake up! where the hell are we?" - "stop it, stop, i'm up, i'm awake", josh mumbled while slapping his hands away. josh sat up and rested his back against the wall. his eyes were half shut and he looked at chris, grinning. "cochise, my man, what's up?" he was slurring his words and looked tired but seemed to be in a good mood, seemingly not having noticed the situation they were in. "what's up? what's up?", chris sputtered. "i have no idea where we are. i have no idea when we are and this is not your house. what happened last night? i don't- i think i remember, uh, that guy, y'know the one who was your roommate last year..", chris trailed off. "oh yeah, dan, he's still my roommate", josh added. "yeah, that guy, yeah, he, uh, he tried to hit on jess, right? and he was, like, super bummed out when she said no." josh started laughing. "ooh yeah, i forgot about that. i told him if he could get her to make out with him i'd do his chores for two months, if not he has to do mine. buuuuut i know for a fact that jess has been hooking up with his cousin since they met during spring break." chris had gotten up and tumbled and teetered towards the door. "good for her but what happened after and where are we?" he tried the handle but the door wouldn't budge. "i think we're locked in, josh." - " uh yeah, i think we were arrested." - "we were what?"

chris was pacing, trying to ignore the sloshing feeling in his stomach. he hadn't eaten since, since, he didn't even know since when. at some point last night, or he hoped it was last night, for all he knew it might've been longer than a day, he'd shared a pizza with hannah, ashley and some guy called aaron or something. he felt, heard his blood pulsing. it was agony. "what do you mean we were arrested? what for, how, when, WHY?" josh was still on the floor, his elbows resting on his knees, hands gripping the sides of his head. "oh my god, chris, stop yelling, my head's killing me." chris turned to look at him, the effort of trying to remember what happened after josh had tricked this guy daniel into asking out jess had him seeing stars. he could barely think, let alone think coherently. "sorry, man, i'm just.. freaking out. i've never been arrested before." - "neither have i. i just- i just don't think that freaking out is helping us right now." - "then what are we supposed to do?" chris looked around the room again. tilting his head back to look at the ceiling hurt and he barely managed to stay upright while his head felt this heavy. there were no cameras. he didn't know if he was pissed off or tired or annoyed or just everything. but he was thirsty and starving. he knocked on the door. "hey, hello? is anyone out there? we've been in here for ages and we'd really appreciate some water and maybe something to eat."

someone had opened the flap in the door and dumped two small plastic bottles of water into the cell. chris and josh had drained every last drop in record time. no one had talked to them. josh had fallen asleep again but chris was wide awake. anxiety was gnawing at him, taking bites out of the small part of coherency he had managed to put together after the water bottles were dumped in. but that had been, what, an hour ago and since then there had been no other sign of life from the other side of that door. he started pounding his fists on the door again. "hey, HEY! don't we have the right to like a lawyer or something? or just basic human rights like water and food?" there was no answer. he kicked the door. "assholes", he muttered.

he had fallen asleep again. thinking about what ashley or his parents would say when they found out he'd been arrested was exhausting. or maybe ashley already knew. had she been there? maybe she was trying to bail them out. he had tried to count the seconds to have some semblance of an idea of how long he'd been in this cell but he was too tired to stay awake.

chris woke up to the creaking of the door's hinges. the sound sent another bout of stabbing pain through his head, making it feel like his brain was pulsing painfully against his skull. he opened his eyes slowly and saw three shadowy silhouettes walking through the door towards him and josh. "ash?", he croaked at the figure with reddish hair. "hey, chris. it's me. come on, get up." she grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet, slowly. he stumbled a little before leaning on her shoulder. the other two, beth and hannah probably, pulled josh to his feet. "heyyy, it's my baby sisterssss", he warbled, gleefully. yeah, hannah and beth, okay. "are- are we criminals now?" chris was mumbling, inclining his head towards ashley who groaned under the added weight. "n-no, chris, you're fine, everything's okay", she huffed, straining to keep him upright. "sorry", chris shifted, getting his weight off of ashley's shoulder. "i'm fine, i can walk." - "okay, good." ashley smiled at him.

they walked out of the cell, entering a dimly lit corridor. might've been a creepy murder basement straight out of a horror movie if he didn't know this was a police station. josh, beth and hannah were right behind them, the twins whisper-yelling at their brother to move his own damn feet. they reached a staircase and started climbing upstairs. "ash, am-am i a criminal now?" chris' voice was quaking but he was determined to get an answer. "are-are my parents here? what about josh?" ashley glanced at him. "chris, i'm sorry. you're gonna find out soon enough. i can't tell you anything right now." he stopped and turned back to look at beth, josh and hannah. "do you know anything? please, please, tell us! i don't want to go to prison, guys." beth and hannah shrugged and shook their heads. beth reached out to squeeze his hand. "sorry, chris, we don't really know anything. all we know is that we were allowed to come and get you guys from your cell. you might be under house arrest for a while until your trial." josh's eyes fluttered open. "trial? what trial?" his voice was slightly higher than usual. "i'm sorry josh", hannah muttered, her mouth twitching and tears in her eyes. "i'm so sorry. i don't know if there's anything we can do after what happened last night." josh stopped dead in his tracks, almost tumbling backwards down the stairs if the twins hadn't held their firm grip. chris and ashley were now turned around, face to face with the washington siblings. "what do you mean? what the hell happened last night?" chris looked at josh, eyes wide. josh stared right back, just as horrified. they looked at ashley, beth and hannah. all three were looking at each other, avoiding their eyes. "we- we're- we can't really tell you anything", beth blurted out after a minute, maybe five. "you'll just... have to deal with it", hannah added. ashley nodded. "you can't delay this, anyway."

when all five of them reached the top of the stairs, chris and josh did a double take. ashley, beth and hannah were still supporting chris and josh. but they were in the living room of the washington's vacation home. not a police station. not a court room. nothing like that. chris looked back at josh, thoroughly rattled, and josh looked back at him, just as wide-eyed. emily and mike were holding a banner that read 'surprise, bitches', sam and matt were pouring out shots. jess and that guy, daniel, were in the process of lighting candles on an elaborate cake. there were a few more people, who chris met through josh and jess, he thought he remembered the names simon, grant and nina, who were holding and arranging cool bottles of champagne and beer on the table. ashley, beth and hannah led chris and josh towards two chairs facing the table and banner. everyone, apart from emily and mike who were still holding the banner and ashley, beth and hannah who ducked behind them, grabbed, shook and popped a bottle of champagne, aiming them at chris and josh.

chris and josh shielded their faces with their hands for the three, four, five seconds until it was over, barely ready to comprehend what was happening. when the foamy liquid had ceased to spurt from the bottles the others were still holding, josh coughed and sputtered. "what the fuck is going on?" chris wiped his face with his sleeve. "yeah, what josh said." mike erupted in a fit of laughter, almost pulling emily down with him, wheezing. "you should see the look on your faces!" chris and josh looked at each other, slightly uneasy. "no, seriously, what the fuck is happening?", josh's voice still sounded hoarse and croaky from the hours of not speaking. chris was beyond speaking and just looking around wildly at everyone present. "you've been", whispered hannah between their ears. "pranked", muttered sam. "BITCHES!" shouted beth, clapping their shoulders, hard. "GOTCHA!" - "can you please stop yelling?", josh pleaded. "hmm, we could but we still have, like, four more parent and/or supervision free days until we have to go back to being normal young adults/college students." matt was almost cackling at mike's sass. "we just," sam was wheezing, coughing and trying to compose herself "we just want you to know that-", she broke off again, leaning on the table to support herself. "that", emily added, "you're being pranked." chris and josh looked around, both more or less bewildered, at their friends who were doubled over, crying with laughter and still pouring out drinks for everyone.

"i'm so sorry, but", sam giggled, "you honestly deserved this." hannah sidled over. "oh, they definitely did."

josh and chris looked at each other, faces slightly scrunched up, beers in their hands, more than a few shots into this next evening. josh was grabbing chris' shoulder, almost shaking him. "yeah, maybe we deserved it. but what if we pulled an even better prank on them? ever thought about it like that? bet you that i have better ideas than beth and hannah with that drunk tank prank. we're gonna put the fear of god into them all." josh was grinning at chris, mischievously. and you know chris would never say no to a good prank, especially after falling victim to one.

[ialreadymadeyouapromise]

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

coming soon . . .

[vikkirosko]

💊 Joshua Washington x Reader Oneshot It wasn't a bear 📹

The past year has been difficult. It was difficult for Josh, for his parents, and for you.

The night his sisters disappeared, Josh was too drunk to let alone go looking for them, he was too drunk to just wake up when his sister woke him up. But there was you. You who went to take a nap because of a headache. You, who woke up to the noise and, having gone down to the first floor, found out what had happened. You who ran into the forest at night, hoping that you would be able to find them. You, who returned to the house with a dazed look, a torn jacket and frightening wounds. There were claw marks on your body, as if it was just a miracle that you came back at all. It was really a miracle that you were alive, and even the rescuers who were called confirmed it.

You were in the hospital for a couple of months. When John visited you, he was horrified to see you. There were scars on your body hidden under bandages, but worse than the physical injuries was your mental state. You didn't talk about what happened that night, you didn't answer the police's questions, your parents' questions, or Josh's parents' questions. You didn't say anything at all. You didn't eat much, you didn't sleep very well, and sometimes you woke up screaming. Even after returning home from the hospital, this did not change. Your friends, the ones you considered friends before, tried to communicate with you at first, but then they gave it up, and only Josh was the one who came to you. He didn't ask you anything. He saw that it was hard for you and didn't want you to get hurt again. So he was just there for you, as a silent support. You didn't react much to it at first. But when he started crying, once again remembering his sisters, you hugged him. Even though it hurt you, you still tried to support him. You were with each other and it supported you both.

His mom was the one who recommended a psychiatrist to your parents, who they hoped could help you deal with the trauma you've received. Josh found out about this when he was leaving his psychiatrist's office and you were waiting in the hallway for someone to call you. He waited until you left the office and you went home together. He didn't ask you, but a month later, he overheard your parents talking when he stayed at your house at night. They were discussing what happened to you. You took the medications you were prescribed, which made your nightmares almost stop, but you continued to remain silent. Josh knew that you didn't talk much, and assumed that it was related to the injury you had sustained. Sometimes you talked. You didn't talk much, you could quietly comment on his jokes, moments from the movies you watched together. Josh tried his best to make you feel better, and at the same time tried to convince himself that he felt better himself. He listened as your parents discussed that you were most likely attacked by a bear, but something scared him off. It would seem that such an assumption was logical. But looking at your scars, the ones that weren't so easy for you to hide under your clothes, he wasn't sure if it was really just a bear.

And now you were back on that mountain. On the mountain where his sisters disappeared. On the mountain where you almost died because of a wild beast. You and Josh went there together. Your parents doubted that it was a good idea, but you insisted on it. Over the past year, you've rarely insisted on anything, and they couldn't refuse you. You came by car together, and you waited for your friends together. He saw you flinch at the slightest rustle from the woods, so Josh took your hand to make you feel a little calmer. He tried to stay with you as long as possible, but it didn't always work out, because he had to make his plan come true. He was going to leave while you were dozing off on the couch next to him, but when he got up, he felt you grab his arm. Josh looked at you and saw the fear in your eyes. He smiled at you.

"Hey, don't worry, I'll be there soon, you can continue to rest"

"No, no… You don't understand… It wasn't a bear…"

“What? What are you talking about?"

"I remembered, I remembered everything… It wasn't a bear… I do not know what it was, but it was not a bear…"

"Did you have a nightmare again?"

"It wasn't a nightmare! Please, Josh, trust me! We need to get off the mountain as soon as possible! We need to gather everyone and leave as soon as possible! If it comes back, none of us will survive!"

Josh sighed heavily. It was hard for him to believe what you were saying. He was surprised that you talked so much at all. You've said more in the last few minutes than you have in the last month, and for the sake of what? Try to convince him that the nightmare you had is actually real? Josh leaned over and kissed you on the forehead. Maybe if the situation had been different, he would have joked, he would have flirted with you and kissed you on the cheek, but there was no time for that now. Now was not the time to show the feelings he had been holding back for so long. When it's over, he'll tell you everything. Josh decided so. When your friends, those who made such cruel jokes about his sister, feel the same way about themselves, he was going to tell you how he felt about you. But not now.

"Everything will be fine, don't worry, there aren't any monsters here, otherwise where have they been hiding all this time?"

"They're always here… They're in the dark… They're in the woods… Please, Josh…"

He shook his head. Your words only made him more convinced that it was just your bad dream.

"Everything will be fine, I promise you, and then when we get back from the mountain, we'll go to the cafe that you like, eat as much pizza as we can, and then watch movies together, and then I'll tell you something important, so please wait a little, just one night…"

Josh kissed you again, this time on the top of your head, and walked out of the room. He didn't want to leave you like that, but it was necessary. If everything goes according to his plan, then you will be safe all the time. Even if you end up in his prank along with the others, you'll be fine, because he wasn't going to hurt you. And no monsters from your dreams would have appeared. At least that's what Josh wanted to believe.

[aestheticadelica]

𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐚 “𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡” 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬. (𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟!)

Josh Washington would be the kind of boyfriend who loves with his whole heart, but also carries a lot of emotional baggage. At the start of a relationship, he’d come off as super fun and alluring, cracking jokes, teasing you in a flirty way, and making you feel like you're the only person in the room. He has this warm, magnetic energy that makes people feel comfortable around him. He’d always want to spend time with you, send sweet texts, and plan thoughtful little surprises whether it’s for your birthday, anniversary, etc. He’s very affectionate as well, someone who enjoys cuddling, little kisses here and there, holding hands, and having deep late-night conversations where he opens up about his past, & his family after the disappearance of his beloved sisters.

But once your relationship progresses, you’d start to see his more complicated side. Josh has been through severe trauma after losing his sisters, and it really shows how he acts later in a relationship. He might have moments where he suddenly pulls away, gets super quiet, becomes avoidant, or breaks down emotionally. One second he might seem fine and happy, and other times he could act distant or moody, especially if something reminds him of what he’s lost. He’s the type who overthinks everything. If you don’t respond to his texts right away, he might think he did something wrong, or something to hurt you. He definitely gets jealous easily, not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he’s terrified of being abandoned and betrayed again by his people.

Josh would get very attached whilst in a relationship. He wants to feel needed, important, and loved all of the time. This can make him a really devoted & passionate boyfriend, but also someone who might become emotionally aware. If there’s an argument, he could either shut down completely or get overwhelmed with emotions, causing him to spiral. He might even say things that sound manipulative, like “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” not to guilt you, but because he truly means it.

[seoll3miwrites]

Chocolate Brownies | GN!Y/N x Josh Washington

Masterlist

After Y/N accidentally consumes some of Chris' *special* brownies, Josh is a sweetie and takes care of them through their first high. (WC: 3400)

Warnings: Weed usage, Accidently eating an edible, Alcohol, Horror movie, minor overstimulation A/N: I'm not super familiar with weed, apologies if it's not realistic.

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"Damn, I didn’t know Chris could bake.” Y/N spoke as they licked their fingers, finishing their second chocolate brownie. Sam half-listened as she was busy looking for a bottle opener in the lodge’s huge kitchen. “You should probably take a brownie before I eat them all.”

Sam froze as she realised what Y/N was talking about: “Are you eating the brownies Chris made?”

“Uh huh.” Y/N replied nonchalantly, reaching for another one, and stopped when Sam slapped their hand away. “Hey! What’s your problem?”

"Sweetie, those are Chris’ *special* brownies.”

Pause.

“You mean that these have-“ “Weed in them yes.” Sam interrupted them, reaching a hand out to feel her friend’s temperature. “You feel okay, sweetie?”

“Yeah… I think so... Is two brownies a lot?”

“For someone like you, probably.” Sam was right. Y/N hadn’t taken edibles before; they’d smoked it once, but that was a year ago, and they’d coughed it up immediately before stopping. “But it shouldn’t hit for another thirty minutes or so.”

"Okay,” they trailed off, “could I stay with you while you get sorted?”

“Of course.” Sam replied sweetly; she was like the big sister Y/N never had. They sat and watched as Sam finally found a bottle opener, laughing as their friend victoriously opened her bottle of beer. The two chilled in the kitchen for a while, until Y/N's head became fuzzy, but they didn’t mind; in fact, it felt nice.

Sam turned as her friend began quietly humming to themselves, “Has it hit it, you?” Her friend could only tilt their head and smile smugly, “I understand why you guys like this now.”

"Aww, sweetie, let me get you some water.” She stroked her friend's cheek before turning away to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

“I think Josh would like these...” they spoke absentmindedly, swinging their legs as they sat on the kitchen counter. Y/N found it weird how their voice sounded; it had gotten slightly deeper as much as they tried, but it remained at a slow pace. “Where’s Josh?”

“He’s where we left him, Y/N, remember?” Her voice muffled as she reached into the fridge. “Do you want me to get him for you?”

"Oh, I don’t want to bother him.” Y/N felt a blush creep onto their cheeks. They’d always had a crush on Josh ever since Sam had introduced them to each other; that was only four years ago.

The blonde simply shakes her head before leaving the kitchen for a moment before returning, Josh following behind her. “What’s up?”

Sam simply pointed at Y/N, who was busy staring into space. He approached them, standing in front of their eye line, “Y/N? You okay?”

“Joshuaaa” Y/N smiled brightly as he came into their view. “You should try Chris’ brownies; they’re really good.”

His brows furrowed for a second in thought, reaching out to their chin and lifted their face to him. He assessed them for a moment before a smirk spread across his face. “Are you high?”

“Yep,” they answered, “Although I didn’t mean to be.”

He looked between them and the brownie tray before asking, “How many did you eat?”

Instead of speaking, Y/N shyly held up two fingers as an indication, “Jesus, you’ve barely touched the stuff, and you decided to eat two weed brownies?”

“I didn’t know they had weed in them.” They shrugged, ignoring Sam as she tried to hand them the bottle of water she’d gotten for them moments before.

“You didn’t know?” A laugh escaped him, and he crossed his arms. “How do you not know they’re weed brownies? What, you thought Chris was just that good of a baker?”

Sam tired to pass Y/N the water again but was waved away as they continued to defend themselves to Josh. “I thought it was one of his grandma’s recipes, like that cake he made for my birthday.”

“I doubt his grandma was the one that taught him how to make these.” He shook his head fondly before taking the drink from Sam’s hand and shoving it towards them. “Here, drink. It’ll help with that dry mouth.”

“Not thirsty.” They stated while pushing his hand away.

“Don’t care, drink the goddam water; you’ll thank me later.” His voice was stern, and he shoved the water back towards them. For as long as Y/N and Josh knew each other, everyone knew how protective he was over his younger friend.

Y/N knew they couldn’t argue with him, so they chugged the water and then quickly hopped off the counter, causing them to stumble a little bit.

Josh’s hands shot out and wrapped around their waist to keep them steady. “Woah, take it easy. You’re gonna fall on your ass, Y/N.”

"Well, you caught me,” they replied before tapping his nose. “So I’m perfectly fine.”

He smirked and kept a hold on them still. It was almost second nature to just keep their body close to his. “Just keep your feet on the ground next time, yeah?”

“‘Kay.” They replied simply, “Where’s Chris?”

“I’m sure he’s around; want us to go look for him?” He pulled away from them, taking a step back so they could move.

"I wanna thank him for his magic brownies."

“You really wanna thank him, or are you just wanting more brownies?” He asked with a raised eyebrow and crossed his arms. Y/N just shrugged in reply, earning a fond chuckle from Josh, “C’mon then, let’s go find Chris so you can thank him for the brownies.”

He carefully guided from the kitchen, walking to the living room, where Chris was sitting awkwardly making conversation with Ashley and Jess. Once Y/N eyes focused on Chris, they suddenly shot from Josh’s side. Nearly pouncing on him as they hug him from behind.

"BONJOUR MY MAGIC BROWNIE MAN!" They yelled in his ear as they kissed him on both cheeks.

Chris was clearly shocked, his eyes widening as he jumped from the couch and turned to face them. “Y/N, Jesus, you scared me.”

Without Chris sitting down, Y/N was now sprawled over the back of the couch, looking rather uncomfortable. He opted to ignore Josh’s mumble of “pussy” and turned to face his friend, “The fuck is wrong with you.”

"I'm high," Y/N replied simply, as if it explained everything.

“High? How can you be high? You don’t even smoke—oh, OH!” Chris’ eyes became wide with realisation, and he quickly lifted Y/N’s head up to look into their eyes. “How many did you take?”

"Only two," Y/N answered truthfully, their voice still slow and a hint deeper than it usually was. "Why? Is that a lot?"

Josh chuckled again at their confusion, while Chris looked even more shocked if that was possible. "Two? You're a lightweight; you're gonna be on your ass for three hours minimum!"

"Well, I didn’t mean to!” Y/N yelled back, “I didn’t even know they had weed in them.”

"That's your own fault, moron," Chris responded bluntly, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. Then he turned to Josh, with eyebrows slightly furrowed in suspicion as he asked, "And where were you when our dear friend was getting high off their ass?”

Josh laughed quietly. "Relax, Coachie, I had nothing to do with this."

Y/N spoke up determinedly, "Hey, don’t be mean; Josh said he'd look after me.”

Chris rolled his eyes and let Y/N go, letting their head fall back down. "Of course he did. He's practically your knight in shining armour," he remarked sarcastically.

He turned back to a still-clueless Y/N. "Seriously though, how did you not realise they were weed brownies? They smell stronger than the skunk's den near my place."

By this point, Y/N was slowly sliding off the back of the couch and onto the floor. To the point their face was now in the sofa’s pillows, which muffled their voice as they responded.

"Alright, come on, let's get you somewhere more comfortable," Josh suggested as he walked over to Y/N, pulling them upright with ease as if they were a ragdoll. However, in this case, the ragdoll in question had a tendency to giggle at nearly everything and was finding the whole situation rather amusing.

“Chris is right, you’re my own personal hero.” Y/N said in between giggles, leaning their back into his, allowing him to drag them around the couch.

Josh simply hummed to himself, then he dragged them around the couch and made his way towards the stairs. "C'mon, you lightweight, let's get you to your room, yeah?"

Instead, Y/N fought against him by suddenly going limp in his arms. "Nooo, I'm not tired yet.”

“Shit!” Josh exclaimed as he struggled to hold Y/N up at the sudden added weight. “Jesus, stop doing that!”

“Can we watch a movie instead?”

Josh tried his best to hold the limp figure up. "Alright, alright, fine." He agreed, "We'll watch a movie."

As he spoke, he effortlessly scooped them up, with one arm under their legs and the other behind their back. He had never had a problem carrying them before, and it was the quickest way to ensure they didn’t fall.

He carried them to the couch and gently placed them down so they were sitting before heading to the DVD player and opening the cupboard with all the movies inside. “So what do you wanna watch?”

“Wait, I’m gonna text everyone and ask them to come." Y/N explained as they pulled out their phone and sent a quick text in the group chat, “We should decide together.”

Josh just raised an eyebrow at that but said nothing as he watched them quickly type out a message. Eventually the other’s made their way into the living room from wherever they were before.

“So Y/N,” Mike began with an amused smile as he read of his phone, “Mind telling us what ‘has gus come to live rom’ means?”

Emily stifled a giggle while Sam covered her mouth to hide a smirk. Mike was clearly the only one brave enough to ask the question.

Y/N furrowed their eyebrows in confusion. “I didn’t write that.” They said as they looked at their phone once more, “I wrote, Hey guys, come to the living room.”

“Are you fucking high or something?” Emily asked harshly, although she meant it affectionately, “You basically wrote in gibberish.”

"Yeah, I am..." Y/N answered honestly, a dopey smile on their face. "And Chris's brownies were really good."

Chris's face went bright red as everyone turned to stare at him. "You gave them weed brownies?!" Ashley gasped, slightly horrified. "How many did they eat?"

"Two," Chris admitted sheepishly, "I didn't think they'd actually eat them!"

"You ate what?" Matt asked, clearly shocked but more concerned about how Y/N would feel. He knew that a few of his friends smoked, but Y/N never did, meaning they had a low tolerance for that sort of thing. "Are they okay?"

Josh rolled his eyes and went to sit in the chair next to Y/N. "They're fine, Matt. Don't stress."

Y/N nodded fondly before grabbing Josh’s arm. “Josh’s taking care of me tonight!”

"Of course he is," Mike said with an amused smirk. "Josh always takes care of Y/N."

"I'm just looking out for my younger friend," Josh said with a shrug. "Anyway, what movie are we watching?"

"What if we watch a horror movie?" Matt suggested with a mischievous grin. "It'll be fun to see how Y/N reacts when they're high."

"No way, Matt," Josh said firmly. "We're not giving Y/N a panic attack."

At the same time as Josh’s words, Y/N also spoke up, “Great idea, Matt, we could watch The Conjuring!”

Josh frowned at Y/N. "You don't like scary movies," he reminded them. "I'm not letting you watch The Conjuring."

"I don't see why we can't watch it," Emily spoke up. "It'll be funny."

"It's not funny, Emily," Josh said, his tone bordering on annoyed. "Y/N doesn't like to be scared, and we don't want to take advantage of them when they're not in their right mind."

“Jesus Josh, no need to be so dramatic,” Jess spoke up from next to Emily with a smirk. “Y/N is a grown up; they can handle themselves.”

"That's not the point, Jess," Josh replied, his frustration evident in his voice. "They're not in their right mind, and I'm not letting you take advantage of that."

"Oh, come on, dude, lighten up,” Mike said as he patted Josh on the back. “We’re supposed to be letting go this weekend, remember?”

“Seriously Mike.” Josh muttered in reply as his eyes narrowed, ready to lay into his friend.

"Okay, okay, enough," Ashley interjected before the situation could escalate further. "How about we watch something light-hearted instead? Comedy maybe?"

Josh let out a sigh of relief, glad that the conversation had shifted to a more reasonable suggestion. "Yeah, that sounds better," he said, looking around at the group for their approval. "Y'all good with that?”

Unbeknownst to them, while they were all arguing over what movie to watch, Y/N had slipped from Josh’s grip and had approached the DVD cupboard. After finding the movie they wanted to watch, Y/N had simply placed it in the DVD player and pressed play. It wasn’t until the opening scene of a man loudly screaming in pain loudly echoed through the room did the others notice what had just happened.

"What the- Y/N! I told you we weren't watching a horror movie!" Josh exclaimed, his irritation clear.

Instead of answering, their eyes were fixated on the screen. They were completely silent for a while, until they finally spoke up when the movie versions of the Warrens appeared on screen. “Fuck. They’re so hot.”

Josh groaned in frustration, "Y/N. You’re way too high for this.”

"Come on, Josh," Sam said teasingly. "You can't blame Y/N for having a thing for Vera Farmiga."

“Shut up, Sam.”

“Oh Josh, that hurt’s my feelings.” Sam replied in mock hurt.

Meanwhile, Y/N had finally moved away from the TV and back towards the couch. Except instead of sitting back in the spot they were in, Y/N decided a better option would be to sit right in the centre of Josh’s lap.

"What are you doing?" Josh asked, slightly taken aback by Y/N's sudden intimacy. However, he didn't push them away, merely adjusting his position to accommodate them. He put his hands on their waist, holding them steady as they nestled into his lap.

“You’re comfy,” Was all Y/N said as the other’s simply smirked at each other before, taking their own seat to watch the movie; Sam now sitting in the spot Y/N used to be in.

As the movie continued, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a little shiver up their back and turned towards Chris, “Could you pass a blanket, please, Chris?”

“Sure,” he tossed them a large black fluffy throw, which Y/N happily placed on themselves and, as a result, Josh as well.

Josh was glad Y/N was comfortable, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. "You're lucky I like you," he muttered under his breath as he tightened his arms around Y/N.

“Mhmm, I like you too.” They said as they shuffled further into his chest and rested their head on Josh’s shoulder. “Maybe I like you a bit more.”

“Shut up and watch the movie.” He responded fondly as he wrapped his arm around Y/N and pulled them closer.

The group continued to watch the movie in mostly silence, except for the occasional screams at the several jump scares. At some point throughout the movie, Y/N had adjusted in Josh’s lap and was sitting sideways with their head resting against his neck.

During the climax of the film, Y/N felt a bit dizzy and nauseous, so with a groan, they hid their face in Josh's neck. Yet despite not being able to see the film, the sound effects and voices were making them feel very overstimulated.

Noticing their distress, Josh reached his hand up and began to stroke her hair softly as he whispered over the movie, "Hey, you doing okay?”

Y/N couldn’t speak suddenly; their mind felt like mush; all they could do was mumble and shake their head against his neck.

Josh's concern deepens as he feels Y/N shake their head against his neck. He turns his head a bit to get a better look at their face, but all he can see is the disoriented look in their eyes.

"Hey," he says gently, "can you look at me for a second?"

Y/N tried to lift their head up but was struggling; they felt like it weighed nearly a tonne and couldn’t move. Their breathing grew heavy with panic, and tears weld in their eyes.

Josh noticed the tears welling up in Y/N's eyes and the panic setting in. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he said in a soothing tone. "Just take some deep breaths, okay? I'm right here with you."

Swallowing harshly, Y/N found their voice long enough to whisper into his neck, “I don’t wanna be here.” Before letting out a small sob.

"Shh, it's okay," he reassured, gently stroking their hair and using his own body to try and shield Y/N from the outside world. "We can leave, okay? We can go to your room if you want."

“Please…” Their voice was small now but still loud enough for Josh to hear.

Josh quickly gathered Y/N in his arms and stood; the others looked away from the movie at his movements. Watching as he began to carry them away from the room.

“Is Y/N okay, Josh?” Sam asked with a furrowed brow as motherly concern spread across her face.

He paused and turned back to the group. “They’re not feeling too good, so I think I should just take them to bed.”

"Alright, man," Mike spoke up. "Be sure to take care of them, yeah? And let us know if you need any help."

Josh nodded in agreement. "Don't worry, I've got it," he replied, his grip on Y/N tightening slightly.

With that, Josh turned back around and made his way up the stairs and into Y/N’s room. After a little struggle, he was able to push the door open and gently lay them down on the bed. He tucked them gently before moving around the room to make sure they had everything they needed: a glass of water, some painkillers, and a bucket, just in case.

He gently stroked their cheek before quietly moving to the door. “Wait!” A voice called back to Josh, caring for him to turn around, "Stay, please.”

"You sure you want me to stay?" he asked quietly.

“At least until I fall asleep.”

Josh nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Of course," he replied softly. "I'll stay."

He sat down above the covers next to Y/N and took their hand in his. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Y/N answered, “sorry for freaking you out.”

"No need to apologise," he replied, shaking his head softly. "You were in quite a state. I'm just glad you're feeling better now."

He continued to stroke Y/N's hair, his fingers weaving through the soft strands. "You'll be okay, I promise," he said reassuringly. "Just get some rest, okay?

“Mmhmm,” Was all Y/N said in reply; their eyes were closed and their breathing was growing softer as they drifted to sleep. “Thanks for looking after me.”

"No need to thank me," he said quietly. "I'm just happy to be here. Now, go to sleep, alright?"

He stayed sat beside them for a few more moments, watching as they entered a full state of sleep. Once he was sure they were deep asleep, he carefully brushed a stray lock of hair from their face and sighed softly.

In their deep sleep, Y/N breathy felt a soft touch on their forehead. Sighing contently, they fell deeper in sleep, not realising that Josh had placed a kiss on their head.

“Sleep tight, Y/N.” He whispered into the quiet, “I’ll be here to take care of you, always.”

[ruewrote]

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒.

PAIRING: josh washington x fem!reader WARNINGS: teasing, no use of y/n, touching GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: meddle about by chase atlantic WORD COUNT: 1k NOTE: ghostface!josh coming soon . . .

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josh always had to be touching you. it was something you noticed early on in your friendship, but it had grown more noticeable over time. a casual brush of his fingers across your waist when he walked by, how his hand would find yours when no one was looking.

at first, you didn’t think much of it, it was just josh, always needing someone close. 

but now? now it felt like more.

tonight, the group had gathered in the theater room of the washington lodge for what was supposed to be a relaxing evening after a long day of hiking.

the lights were dim and you were sprawled out on the large sectional with everyone, blankets thrown over legs, as a movie played on the tv. josh, predictably, had taken his usual place next to you, his thigh pressed against yours under the blanket, his hand resting on your knee like always.

it wasn’t like he was doing anything that anyone else would notice, it was subtle, almost innocent. but you felt it. the warmth of his hand on your leg sent tingles up your spine and it was almost impossible to ignore the way your heart beat just a little faster when he touched you.

"you two are practically glued together," emily teased from across the couch, smirking as she sipped her drink. "it’s cute. you can’t stand to be apart for five seconds?"

josh, unfazed as ever, grinned. “what can i say? i’m a hands-on kind of guy.”

you rolled your eyes, chuckling softly, but the way his fingers squeezed your knee for just a second sent a jolt through you. he wasn’t letting go, not even when everyone else joined in on the teasing.

ashley leaned over the back of the couch, an exaggerated look of pity on her face. "i mean, it’s cute and all, but how do you breathe? he’s always touching you.”

josh shrugged, still looking completely comfortable. “she doesn’t seem to mind.” his voice was playful, but there was an edge of seriousness beneath it.

you glanced over at him, your pulse quickening. no, you didn’t mind. in fact, you had grown to expect it, maybe even craved it. his presence, his touch. it had a calming effect on you, even if it was doing the opposite to your emotions now.

your friends had been teasing about this for weeks and you weren’t sure how to explain the connection without sounding ridiculous.

"she knows that i'm just that good at making sure she’s comfortable," josh said with a quick grin. "it’s kinda my thing."

emily laughed. “at this point, i wouldn’t be surprised if you two woke up spooning!”

you felt the blush rising to your cheeks as you shoved josh lightly, but his hand slid down your leg, brushing the inside of your thigh, lingering just a second too long before pulling away. you froze, the sensation sending a wave of warmth through you.

he shot you a quick look, eyes twinkling with amusement, but there was something else behind them.

before you could respond, chris called out from the other side of the couch. “what? it’s just a little friendly affection, right?” he winked, clearly teasing.

“yep,” you agreed quickly, your voice coming out more breathless than intended. “totally. just friends.”

josh gave a low hum, leaning back and stretching his arm out along the back of the couch, his fingertips brushing against your shoulder. “if you say so,” he murmured softly, only for you to hear. the weight of his touch felt heavier now, his fingers grazing your skin.

as the movie droned on, your focus drifted away from the screen. your mind was entirely on josh, the way his body was so close to yours, the way his touch lingered. you found yourself leaning into him more without realising it, like you were drawn to him just as much as he was to you.

the others had mostly gone back to watching the movie, though there were still occasional glances your way, always with that teasing edge but josh didn’t seem to care. his thumb traced slow circles on your shoulder now, his hand occasionally slipping down to brush your arm. 

you turned your head slightly, looking up at him. he wasn’t even looking at the movie anymore. his focus was entirely on you.

“josh?” you whispered, keeping your voice low enough that the others wouldn’t hear.

“hmm?” his eyes flicked down to meet yours, his expression soft but with that familiar mischievous glint.

you hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to say what was on your mind. “why do you always…?” you trailed off, not sure how to phrase it without sounding too obvious.

he smiled, a knowing look crossing his face. “always what?”

“always… touch me,” you finished quietly, your pulse quickening at the vulnerability in your own words.

josh’s smile didn’t fade, but his gaze grew a little more serious. he leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper as his hand moved from your shoulder to your cheek, cupping it gently. “it’s… comforting. you’re comforting.”

you stared at him, heart racing as the weight of his words sank in. there was more to it, you could feel it, more than just the comfort of touch. there was something between you that had always been there, quietly lingering beneath the surface.

“you don’t mind, do you?” his thumb brushed against your cheek now, the gentle motion sending a warmth through you that had nothing to do with the blankets.

you swallowed hard, your breath catching in your throat. “no,” you whispered. “i don’t mind.”

josh’s gaze flickered down to your lips for a second before returning to your eyes. there was a moment of hesitation, but then he leaned in just a little closer. “good,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

“because i don’t think i could stop even if i tried.”

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[emmyc0z]

"We're gonna get out of here, I promise"

pairing : mike munroe x (fem) reader

cw : mike has a gun, talk of death, and blood, and maybe like one swear I don't know. reader is referred to as mike’s girlfriend, but other than that i don’t believe any female pronouns are used.

a/n : i know this is kind of late since the until dawn remake has been out for a while but i kept procrastinating this after I started it. anyways #needthat.

The wind pulls at you from every angle, hair clinging to your sweaty, frostbitten cheeks. Adrenaline kept your body moving through the never-ending maze of trees and snow; you didn’t think it would last much longer. You were sure if you continued in this direction, eventually, you would reach the sanatorium. 

It was marked on the map in the cable car station, the same map you had seen before you made your way up to the lodge with Sam and Chris. That was hours ago, and you wish you could go back and warn yourself to go back down the mountain. Or even better, ignore Josh’s email altogether and stay home. Play sick. You’d say anything not to be where you are, right now. 

But that’s not possible, is it? 

Your clothes are sticky with blood. Not your own, you think. You hope. This night was not turning out the way you had expected it to. And the choices you had made leading up to this point were beginning to make your stomach turn the longer you thought about them. 

Why did you leave the lodge? You could’ve stayed on the kitchen floor after that psycho knocked you out; you could’ve pretended not to hear Chris’s attempts to wake you up. You could’ve looked for a phone instead of rushing into the snow to find Ashley. Speaking of them, why had you left Chris and Ashley? You could’ve returned to the lodge with them to find Sam after witnessing your friend be sawed in half, but no. You needed to know that Mike was okay considering you hadn’t seen him since you both arrived. 

Why did you start that argument with Mike before the two of you had left for the lodge? 

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“Like what?”

“You're getting jealous over nothing. We’ve talked about this, there is nothing between me and Em. I’m with you. I’m in love with you. Why does this keep being brought up?”

“Maybe because she texts your phone like you're still close? ‘Text when you and the new gf get here, can’t wait to see you, winky face’,” you push his phone towards him. “She knows who I am, why does she feel the need to refer to me as the ‘new girlfriend’ as if we’ve never met? And why is she sending you winky faces? Why exactly is Em so excited to see you, Mike?” You make a point of emphasizing her nickname which seems to flow off his tongue so easily. 

“You’re looking into this way too much. This is crazy, I mean come on, that’s how she texts everyone, baby.” He gently takes his phone from you, throwing it onto the bed and reaching back for your hand which hovers in the air. You let him, but you make no effort to hold his hand back, fingers only resting in his hold. A soft sigh leaves your lips. 

“Yeah well, I’m not loving that she texts you that way and I’m also not loving the fact that you’ve said nothing to her about how weird it is. You have no problem defending her when you talk to me, so why can’t you say something to her about how I feel?”

“If I said something it would just cause a fight between me and her, or you and her, and the last thing that anyone needs up there, especially Josh, is for all of us to be fighting. Can you pretend to like her, only for the weekend, and then you never have to again.”

“You say that every time she’s involved, ‘just pretend to like her for tonight, and then you never have to ever again.’ But I will, because for some reason she is always around. I figured when Matt and she started dating we would see her less but I guess I was wrong.”

“Please, let’s just go and get it over with. We’re doing this for Josh, remember?”

“I don’t know, Michael, something about spending an entire weekend with your ex-girlfriend isn’t really appealing to me anymore. Call me crazy.” His eyebrows soften as you use his full name, especially in that tone. He is enjoying this conversation less than you are. 

“Don’t be this way, we’re already packed and ready to go. Just come downstairs and get in the truck. She won’t bother us, baby, I promise. Come on..” He attempts to pull you, gently bringing your hand closer to him. But your fingers slip from his hand, dropping to your side. From the bed, his phone buzzes, the screen lights up, and you don’t have to look to know who’s messaging him. 

“Sam told me she's taking the bus up there, I think,” you look back to him, “I’ll just head up with her so she doesn't have to go alone.”

“But then I have to go alone. And the bus leaves in like an hour, that's barely enough time to get ready and get to the stop. You're being ridiculous, just come with me. And if you want to, we can talk about this on the way up.” 

 You look away from him, missing the way his face falls as you turn your back to him. “I’ll see you up there, Mike.”

If you had just let it go, believed him, and gone with him instead of taking the bus with Sam, you would’ve never been angry with each other at the lodge. Or rather, you wouldn’t have been so furious with him because you would’ve talked things out in the truck, kissed, and made up instead of stewing in your thoughts on the bus. You wouldn’t be worrying about whether or not he was alive right now. But you were stubborn and foolish, and now you are trudging through the snow, improperly dressed, and praying the person you love is still breathing on this stupid mountain. 

You cross your arms over your chest, preserving what little warmth you have left, and with every step you lose another piece of hope. All you can think of is him. And how, if he is dead, he would’ve died thinking that you were mad at him. You weren’t even angry, annoyed for sure but not angry, you were just being stubborn and taking your frustration out on him. Now you might never get to apologize. The thought makes your stomach churn and your steps falter as a wave of nausea overtakes you. 

But, finally, in the distance you see the outline of a large building surrounded by a brick fence that appears to be falling apart. You allow yourself to be comforted, just for a moment, by the sanatorium's existence. The nausea in your stomach ceases as your steps quicken, arms uncrossing to move through the air. You reach the gate, blocked by the large pile of snow blocking both sides, not that you think you could’ve pushed it open in your current state; blocked from snow or not. 

You let your hand trace across the gate's bars as you walk towards the side of the fence. The pads of your fingers sting from the cold metal but you keep them where they are. As you move, they follow, moving from metal to brick. The only way into the sanatorium courtyard, you realize, is to climb over the stone fencing. 

A tired sigh leaves your body. You place your hands on the wall, palms stinging from the snow-covered surface. You lift your body, throwing your leg over simultaneously, climbing on top to straddle the snowy stone. The action uses more energy than you realistically have left so instead of gracefully landing on the other side of the wall you fall, directly onto your back. At least the pile of snow beneath you cushions your fall a tiny bit, but it still takes you a few minutes to recover your breath. 

Using the wall, you find your footing again. The snow falls from your clothes as you stumble towards the sanatorium. You don’t even know what you were expecting to discover here. You figured there might be people here. Maybe a construction crew, getting ready to tear the old building down. A custodian, forced to stay and take care of an abandoned building. Or on the slimmer side of chance, a large group of stable nurses and doctors that would offer you and your friends shelter and much-needed medical attention. However, the closer you get, the more you realize how fucked you are. Nobody is out here. And it was stupid to believe there would be. 

But you’ve come this far, and the chill that runs through your body borders on hypothermic potential. You reach the front doors, using your body to push the door open, shoulder first. It opens far easier than expected, and you fall to your hands and knees as it flies inwards. “Fuck.. me.” 

You don’t move from the floor, the opposite actually, you get closer to it, falling onto your back. You don’t even want to get up. No one is here. All your friends are probably dead back down by the lodge. What’s the point? At least this way you’ll have time to think over every choice that led you here, it’ll take a while for the cold to kill you since your feet are the only part of you still lying outside the building. From farther within the entry hall you hear a door open, the sound of steps echoing through the empty building. And though your heart rate picks up speed, you don’t move. Instead, you pray that whatever it is, will kill you quickly so you can be with your friends again. So you can be with Mike. 

“Who’s there? Whoever it is, just know I am armed and I am not afraid to shoot you. I have had one hell of a night and I am so not in the mood for.. whatever it is that you want.” Even with your heartbeat drumming against your ear canals, you still pick up the voice. A man's voice. Almost recognizable. You let your eyes close, murmuring the only thing you can think of like a mantra. Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike. 

“Holy shit. Y/n?” Mike? You turn your neck enough to see the man approaching. A sudden second surge of energy fills you, and you lift yourself into a sitting position to fully face the figure walking towards you. 

“M..mike?” 

“Holy- Oh my god, how are you- Are you okay?” He falls to his knees in front of you, dropping the gun and the lantern in his hands on the floor. His hands hover around you, scared to touch you. You notice that two of the fingers on his left hand are missing, replaced by a bandage soaked in blood.  Your hands are the first to make contact, landing on both sides of his dirty face.

“Are you real?” He nods, pulling you into a too-tight embrace. A stark contrast to his previous concern and reluctance to touch you. 

“Yes. Yes, I’m real. I’m so glad to see you. You’re alive.. holy shit I can’t believe you’re alive.”

“You look terrible” You wipe away some dirt from his face. Eyes wide as you try to convince yourself that he is actually in front of you. You had convinced yourself that he was dead, and now to see him in front of you alive and well - okay maybe not well but he’s not dead - it has your brain moving a mile a minute. There is so much you have to say. So much you have to explain to him. How do you explain to someone that his friend was sawed in half on the anniversary of his sister's death? Or how do you explain that the rest of his friends might ALSO be dead? And without sounding insane, how do you explain that you truly believe something is up on the mountain with you and that it might’ve followed you the entire way to the sanatorium? You can’t.  

“Well, I’m happy to see you too, baby.” He laughs breathily, unsteady. A laugh of disbelief. His way of coping has always been humor, even at the most inappropriate of times. Your features are probably the exact opposite of his uncertain smile. You pull him close again, practically pushing him to the ground, but his arms wrap around you and he straightens his back to keep the two of you upright. “Woah, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.”

You push your face into his shoulder, saturating the filthy, green jacket that he wears with tears. It stinks like cigar smoke, years of sweat buildup, and dirt. 

“Mike- Oh Mike,” your voice is muffled in his skin, pausing in between sobs to catch your breath. His arm wraps tighter around your waist, the other arm reaching up so his hand can rest in your tangled hair. “I’m so- I am so so sorry Micheal. I thought you were dead, I thought- I thought you died thinking I was angry. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. Don’t apologize. I’m just- I’m so glad you’re alive.” He kisses your temple, and as you raise your red face to look him in the eyes, he moves your hair out of your face. “We’re gonna get out of here, okay? Can you walk? God, you must be freezing. Did you come all the way from the lodge like this? Fuck, y/n, how are you even alive.” You shake your head, a silent confirmation that you don’t know how you’re alive either. 

He helps you to your feet, taking off the unfamiliar jacket and helping you into it. He then retrieves the lantern and the gun from the floor, “Here, can you hold this up?” You nod, and take the lantern from his hand. In the hand opposite of you, he holds the gun, and with the other, he intertwines his fingers with yours. “We're gonna get out of here. I am going to get you out of here, I promise.” He’s so certain, and your fear almost dissipates completely as he leads you farther into the sanatorium with a tight grip on your hand.

[prettyprincessduh]

Period comfort ~ Rami characters edition ✨️

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AN ~ I wrote this cuz my cramps are doing backflips rn ~ Also, this isn't proof read it's literally 4am as I'm posting this, so if there's any Grammer errors I'm sorry 🎀

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Tw ~ None! These are just soft cutesy stories, all are welcome to read!

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Characters in this post ~

Elliot Alderson ~ Mr Robot

Ahkmenrah ~ NATM

Josh Washington ~ Until Dawn

Finn ~ Need 4 Speed

Elliot ~

It was late. The city was quiet, blanketed in a dull, rainy haze. The soft hum of your apartment heater and the distant sound of car tires swishing through puddles filled the silence. You were curled up on your couch in the comfiest hoodie you owned, clutching your stomach, face twisted in pain.

Elliot sat across from you in your living room chair with his signature black hoodie on, thumb nervously rubbing his knuckles as he watched you with wide, uncertain eyes.

“You’re... um. In pain?” he asked softly, like he wasn’t sure if he should even be asking.

You nodded, letting out a little whine as a cramp rolled through you. “Period cramps. The worst ones.”

Elliot blinked. “Oh.” A pause. “Okay. That’s… a thing.”

You smirked through the pain. “Yeah, a very real thing.”

He hesitated, then stood up suddenly like something in his brain clicked. “I’ll be right back.”

You raised a brow, watching as he left your apartment. Literally just walked out the door with no explanation. You sighed and grabbed a pillow, hugging it to your belly.

Twenty minutes later, Elliot returned, slightly out of breath, holding a grocery bag. His hoodie was soaked from the rain, and he looked like he’d just sprinted through a battlefield. He dropped the bag in front of you like he’d just defused a bomb.

“I got… stuff.” he mumbled as he took off the drenched hoodie, hanging it on a door to dry

You blinked. Inside the bag: a hot water bottle, three different kinds of chocolate, painkilers, two heat patches, and… was that a teddy bear?

You looked up at him, stunned. “Elliot… did you just run through the rain for period supplies?”

He awkwardly shrugged, his ears slightly pink. “I didn’t know which chocolate you liked. So… I got all of them.”

Your heart swelled. “And the bear?”

“That was… uh. I panicked. He looked like he might help.”

You giggled, despite the cramping. “You’re so cute when you panic.”

He looked away, ears redder now. “Shut up.”

You pulled the blanket aside and patted the couch beside you. “Come here.”

Elliot moved like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed, but then he sat beside you stiffly. You leaned into him, placing your head on his shoulder.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled.

He swallowed. “You can… use me. For warmth. I don’t mind.”

You looked up at him, soft eyes meeting his tired, wide ones. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

He nodded, then reached into the bag. “Want the bear now?”

You snorted, taking it and hugging it to your chest along with him. “Sure, but I’ve already got you.”

And for the first time in a while, Elliot smiled. Just a little. But it was real.

Ahkmenrah ~

It was well past midnight in your little apartment, the movie you two had been watching earlier now just a faint hum in the background. The lights were low, casting a soft pink hue over the room from the vintage lava lamp near the corner. Ahkmenrah was dozing lightly on the couch beside you, in one of your oversized hoodies completely smitten by how soft and strange modern clothes felt on his skin.

You, however, were not dozing.

A sharp cramp twisted through your stomach, dragging a whimper from your throat as you shifted under the blanket. Your hand instinctively moved to clutch your lower abdomen, and your legs curled tighter. The pain throbbed deep and familiar, and you felt your body tense up as another wave rolled through.

You didn't mean to wake him, but you did.

His eyes fluttered open, confusion settling in instantly as he sat up, still half-dreaming. “[Name?]” His voice was groggy, warm. “What is it, my love? Are you hurt?”

You tried to brush it off, giving him a weak smile. “It’s just cramps. I’m okay.”

His brows knit together. “Cramps…? You are in pain?” He was fully awake now, concern etching his features as he moved closer. “Where?”

You took a shaky breath, pressing your palm to your stomach. “It’s just... girl stuff. Period cramps.”

He blinked at you. “Your moon cycle?” he asked slowly, almost reverently, like it was a sacred rite.

You nodded.

He stared for a moment, processing. “And this happens… every cycle?”

You smiled, biting your lip. “Yeah. It’s not always this bad, but tonight sucks.”

Without hesitation, Ahkmenrah slid down onto the floor in front of you, kneeling between your legs. His warm hands reached up to gently tug the blanket down, revealing your curled-up body. His gaze was soft, almost reverent, like you were something divine.

“I wish I could take it from you,” he murmured, brushing your hair back. “In my time, this was… a sign of great power. The goddesses were honored for this.”

You gave a tired little laugh. “Yeah, doesn’t feel powerful right now.”

He pressed a kiss to your knee, then carefully laid his warm hands over your stomach, as if he could will the pain away with his touch. “Let me try something,” he said gently. “Close your eyes.”

You obeyed, and a soft warmth began to pulse beneath his hands. Whether it was just the heat of his palms or something more mystical, you didn’t know, but the pressure eased. The ache dulled.

Your breath hitched.

“Oh my god... Ahk… that’s actually helping…”

He smiled up at you. “Good. Then I’ll stay like this until the sun rises, if you wish.”

You opened your eyes, heart full. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

His fingers brushed your cheek, his voice soft as starlight. “I simply serve my queen.”

Then, with the gentlest care, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to bed, tucking you in like treasure. He climbed in beside you, curling around you protectively, one hand still resting over your belly. Warmth. Safety. Peace.

And as you drifted off, you heard him whisper a prayer in his ancient tongue, a blessing for pain to pass, and for the woman he adored.

Josh~

The wind howled outside the cabin, rattling the windows as snow gently fell over the pine trees surrounding the lodge. Inside, it was warm , wood stove humming, soft yellow lights glowing, and you curled up on the giant couch under a chunky blanket. You’d been feeling off all day, sluggish, sore, and crampy as hell, but you’d tried to play it cool for everyone else.

Josh, of course, noticed immediately.

Now, the TV was murmuring in the background, playing some old horror movie neither of you were paying attention to. You were bundled up, clutching a hot water bottle against your stomach with a pout that hadn’t left your face for hours. Josh came back into the room balancing a tray in his hands, tea, a little chocolate bar, and a heating pad he must’ve dug out of one of his sisters drawers.

He placed the tray on the coffee table, then looked at you with this gentle little smile like you were a hurt kitten. “Alright, soldier,” he said dramatically, kneeling beside the couch. “I’ve brought provisions. Cocoa. A backup heat source. And chocolate, obviously. Don’t say I don’t know how to take care of my girl.”

You cracked a weak smile, eyes glassy. “You’re such a dork.”

“I’m your dork,” he grinned, climbing onto the couch beside you and wrapping his arms around you from behind. “Now scoot. You get front-seat cuddles.”

You shifted with a groan, letting him tuck himself around you like a protective blanket. His hands moved carefully, one rubbing slow, firm circles on your belly while the other pulled the blanket tighter around both of you.

He kissed your shoulder. “Cramps suck, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“You want me to go hunt the evil uterus demon and slay it with a sacred axe?”

You snorted. “Please do.”

Josh chuckled softly, lips brushing against the back of your neck. “I’d do it, too. No hesitation. Ride out into the snowy woods, screaming your name like a maniac.”

“Josh—”

“Just saying. You’re worth a whole dramatic sacrifice ritual.”

You leaned into him, pressing your body closer to his warmth. Your fingers tangled with his, your breathing finally slowing as the rhythm of his touch calmed the ache. His voice dropped lower, softer. “You want me to stay up with you? If you can’t sleep?”

You nodded.

“I’m here, baby,” he whispered. “Always.”

You didn’t even have the energy to respond properly. Instead, you turned to face him and nuzzled into his chest and let the steady beat of his heart lull you toward sleep. He stayed just like that, rubbing your back, whispering dumb jokes under his breath, and occasionally muttering things like “death to cramps” and “you’re braver than any warrior.”

Eventually, you whispered, “Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“…Thank you.”

He smiled against your skin. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. I love you. Period monster and all.”

Finn~

The day had been normal enough, rain on the windows, soft music playing from the busted-up stereo in Tobeys garage loft, and you lounging in his Finns hoodie while scrolling your phone, curled up in a cozy blanket. But the cramps had started creeping in hard and fast, like your body decided to turn into a medieval torture device out of nowhere.

You tried to keep it cool, but a soft whimper escaped your lips as another sharp pang twisted through your lower belly.

Finn looked up from the corner of the loft where he was fixing a busted carburetor, wiping his hands on a rag. “Babe?” he called out, eyebrows pinching together as he crossed the room to you. “You okay?”

You groaned softly, pressing a hand to your stomach. “Just... cramps. Period cramps.”

He froze mid-step.

“…Cramps?” he repeated slowly, as if the word had personally offended him. “Like... stomach ones? Food poisoning? Did someone hit you?”

You blinked at him. “No, Finn. My period.”

He stared.

Blankly.

“…Your what now?”

You had to stifle a laugh. “You do know what a period is, right?”

He looked genuinely panicked. “Like…the monthly… thing? The one where you… bleed?” His voice dropped to a whisper, eyes darting around like he was worried your uterus might explode in real time. “Are you dying?”

You couldn’t help it, you burst into a fit of giggles, despite the cramps. “No! Oh my god, no. It just hurts sometimes. It’s normal, Finn.”

He looked so distressed. “You’re just bleeding? For days? And you’re just… sitting here like it’s nothing? You didn’t even tell me? Babe, that’s like—emergency status!”

He turned on his heel and bolted down the stairs before you could stop him. You heard rustling, drawers slamming, the fridge opening. A few minutes later he returned with an armful of completely chaotic things: a lukewarm water bottle, a half-unwrapped Snickers, a bottle of ibuprofen he wasn't sure if you could take, and a pair of fuzzy socks that definitely weren’t yours.

“I brought… comfort items?” he said, kneeling beside you, looking so unsure but trying so hard. “Do you need more towels? I can get a bucket? What do you need? Just say the word and it’s yours.”

You couldn’t stop smiling as you took the socks and slipped them on. “I need you to cuddle me and maybe rub my lower back.”

His entire face lit up like he just got chosen for the pit crew at a championship race. “Oh! That—I can do that!”

He slid in behind you on the couch, gently pulling you between his legs like you were made of glass. His hands found your lower back, warm and a little rough from working on cars, and he started rubbing in slow, careful circles.

“You sure you’re not dying?” he whispered in your ear.

You chuckled, sinking into him. “I’m okay, Finn. But thank you for taking it so seriously.”

He kissed the top of your head and rested his chin on your shoulder. “I just—I hate the thought of you hurting and me not doing anything. Even if I don’t… really know how any of this works.”

You smiled, squeezing his thigh. “You’re doing perfect. Seriously.”

“…Can I punch your uterus? Or is that not allowed?”

You burst out laughing again. “No punching. Just cuddles.”

He grinned. “Done.”

[joostcafe]

Chris Hartley x fem!reader

Chris overstimulating you while eating you out but like also being so gentle <3

imagine him sloppily eating you out after a long day. Going in slow and kissing your thighs every so often. This going on for hours btw, like right as you’re close he’s carefully moving up to kiss you, softly roaming his hands over your body. Watching his eyebrows furrow at your tender expression when he starts rubbing circles on your clit.

god he’s vocal as well, moaning sooo much as you clench his biceps, with his glasses all foggy too.

when he goes down on you again he’s more desperate. Lapping up your wet pussy like it’s his last fucking meal. Opening your legs up, spreading your folds and groaning when you start to shake.

“P-Pleasee I can’t— gonna cum.” You say.

aaand he stops, humming as he hears your breath waiver and as you whine.

“m’sorry baby, just relax for me.” He says, kissing your forehead.

you take a moment to breathe and notice his bare chest, how the soft blue light of dawn shines through the window and onto his body. His smile as he roams his large hands throughout your body.

not long before he’s back to planting soft kisses on your pussy. Making your head spin, while grabbing onto his messy blonde hair. He just can’t get enough.

he’s slipping his tongue in and out, grunting his words out, “s’good for me.”

“taste so good.”

“need you to cum all over my mouth.”

and you’re coming— screaming. As he sucking it all up, looking at you while he does it. Watching you squirm.

He doesn’t stop, blocking you from closing your legs and keeping you steady. Grabbing onto your hand as you chase your second orgasm almost immediately. You’ve definitely woken up your neighbors.

Chris pulls away, his chin glistening with your cum. He tells you to breathe before he’s rubbing your clit again. Making you yelp as a few tears escape your eyes.

He makes you cum another three times before having to physically stop himself and lay beside you.

You can’t even move, feeling his lips on your forehead. You close your eyes, and stay there for a moment. You feel the bed sink a little as he crawled into bed, moving you to his chest.

Running his fingers over your hair as you fall asleep.

ovulating srry… but also i’ve had no motivation :( i hope to write more and what’s in my requests soon!

[admirationandromantics]

Hyper-dependent

Okay, this was a request, and I feel like I'm slowly getting my flow back. Sorry to say, but I have deleted some of the requests because I just didn't feel motivated to do them. This doesn't mean that I'll stop! I appreciate every one I get, and I hope to receive more as time goes on.

This one is quite angsty, and deals with Josh's trauma after the mountain. Yes, you are basically emotional support. You're dating, he feel bad (of course) and nightmares regularly haunt him. There's also smut because of the request (and some people cope that way I guess). Anyways, enjoy <3

The events of the cabin were long over, and luckily, everyone survived. I don’t know how, and I didn’t think we would, but somehow, it happened. Josh was stuck down in the mines for a while. Days… I wasn’t allowed to search for him with the professionals, but I was the first one who got to see him at the hospital. His parents arrived shortly after as well, and they were glad that he was okay. He moved home for a couple of weeks, but came back in with me when the health professionals told him it was possible. I couldn’t wait. They told me it would be a lot of work, and sometimes, he has really bad days. I understood their concern, but I wanted him, I wanted him back. And maybe getting back to the usual routine would do him good? 

They were right. The days that were bad were horrible. Hours upon hours of crying and screaming. He exhausted himself at the end, finally falling into my arms and falling asleep. I knew he still mourned his sisters, but the monsters upon that mountain made him terrified. Sometimes he hid a knife under the bed, paranoid that they’d come for him. I still did my best to help him, even though I struggled myself. These events affected all of us after all. That’s what made it worse, I couldn’t even talk to them about it. They struggled as well, and many just wanted to put the events behind them. 

***

“I fucked up” Josh whispers beside me. It’s the middle of the night, and due to his violent sleep, I haven’t been able to relax. 

“It’s okay” I put my hand on his cheek, caressing carefully and grounding him. The most important thing is that he stays grounded, that he doesn’t do worse in a panicky state. 

“What if they come for me? What if they come for you?” 

“They won’t, I promise” 

He looks up at me, worried and concerned. He doesn’t seem that bad now. More like in a processing phase. He just needs some reassurance. 

“Are you sure” 

I smile, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt. Well, Josh’s shirt, but it was the perfect sleeping wear. If he needed reassurance, then he would get it. After all, I was not supporting the whole ‘being prepared for death’-thing he had going. I could sleep in a vulnerable position, confident that nothing would happen while I did. I mean, it makes sense in my head. 

“I’m so sure that I’ll sleep naked. Know why?” 

“Because they’re not coming tonight?” 

“Exactly” 

I fully take off the top, before leaning down on his chest and pulling the covers over us. His heart is beating rapidly, and I rub soft circles over his bicep, trying to calm him. 

“You got hurt” 

“But I’m fine now” 

“I hurt you, I can never forgive myself for that” his voice breaks, silence following. We’ve been through this thing many times, but I understand why he isn’t letting it go. If I hurt him like that, the guilt would probably kill me. 

“You couldn’t have known what was on that mountain” 

“But I hurt you, I planned to hurt you”

“And I forgive you”

I lean upwards, giving him a small kiss. We could have this conversation a million times, and a million times I would say the same thing. I love him, and I forgive him. 

He turns, laying over me and capturing my lips again. This time it’s deeper, more passionate and rough. I break it off. 

“Josh, I don’t think we should do this in your state” 

“Please, just let me feel you” 

I oblige, pulling him down on me again. I caress his back, feeling the tensed up muscles under my fingertips. He needs to relax, to take a breath. His hand grabs my upper hips, groping harshly. The pain makes me wince, and he uses the opportunity to put his tongue in my mouth, exploring my insides. I already feel myself getting wet. We’ve been having sex, on his good days at least, and there weren’t many of them nowadays. 

He grabs hold of my thigh, pulling my leg up as he grinds against me. He’s incredibly hard, and I wonder why. We just talked about the mountain, about me being hurt, about me being in pain… 

Our breaths line up, both of our pulses skyrocketing. He kisses down my chest, stomach and my inner thighs. He leaves rough bites, red marks which will probably last for days. Before the incident, we’d always been rough and hard when being intimate with each other, but after, he’d been much more careful, treating me like I was made of porcelain, afraid that a small nail mark would hurt me. Now, he goes against everything we’d been doing for the last months, and I love it. 

I look down, only to be met with his piercing gaze as he slowly drags my underwear off, throwing it on the floor. He holds the intense eye contact while lowering himself, his tongue coming in contact with my folds. I let out a breath, whining from his small touches. He’s barely touching me, knowing that the teasing will get me even wetter. 

“Josh…” 

He doesn’t answer, instead putting more pressure on me, resulting in more pleasurable sounds escaping my lips. I feel my core building up, body getting warmer, and nipples getting harder. I’m right on the edge, begging to be let free when he stops. I whine from the sudden lack of contact. 

He drags off his boxers, revealing himself. He doesn’t give me time to take him in, instead leaning over me, hands roaming my body. I’m wondering if he’s falling apart, if he wants to stop. I sit up, hand going to his face. Before I’m able to reach him, both of my ankles are gripped, tugging me down, leading to my back slamming down on the mattress again. I yelp, unsure about his next step. 

But he doesn’t waste time. His dick is running up and down my folds, begging to be let inside. He slams into me, everything at once. I give out a loud moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure surrounding me as he starts moving. He goes almost all out before slamming in again, making low grunt sounds as he breathes. The rhythmic pattern of his movements are mirrored by the sounds coming out of me. Endless tunes of moans and whimpers filling the dark bedroom. 

My heat starts building up again, taking me to the edge. I grip the sheets as I try to hold on a little more, wanting to come together. My body bounces back and forth on the mattress, my hand going over my head to stop it from slamming into the bedframe. He massages my thighs roughly, causing me to fall over. I come all over his cock whilst feeling high on ecstasy. My legs automatically squeeze around his torso, and it doesn’t take long for him to come after. He fills me up, slowly going out before falling on top of me. 

His face is wet, tears flowing as he nuzzles into the crook of my neck. He tries to mask the whimpers and hulks coming out, but ultimately fails. I put my arms around him, one going into his hair. I stroke up and down his back, hoping to calm him. 

“Are you okay?” I ask, trying to calm myself after my high. 

“Please just let me feel you a bit more” he manages to say, arms going around my waist, hugging and holding me down. I kiss his forehead, fingers still combing through his hair. 

“I’m here Josh. I’ll always be here”