#making gifs at 2am on a work night instead of sleeping? more bloody likely than you think

[you-makestedehappy]

𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓇𝓎. 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔.

[halstudandruz]

Scaredy Cat

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Jay convinces reader to watch a scary movie

Warnings: Swearing probably

🎉Happy Birthday to my loveeee🎉

“No.” You stated arms crossed.

“If I remember correctly you said I could pick the movie.” He challenged with amusement.

“But you know how much I hate scary movies.” You whined.

“And what kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t make you watch them?” Jay teased.

“Whatever jerk. I’m making the popcorn.” You huffed getting up to walk into Jay’s kitchen shuffling through his cabinets before finding the perfect bowl, pouring the popcorn in once it was done cooking and adding a little extra butter with garlic salt. “Forgive me if I never watch a movie with you again.” You fell back down beside him crunching on a few pieces of your snack.

“You’ll be fine. I'll be right here the whole time.” He promised throwing an arm on the back of the couch and getting more comfortable beside you after hitting play, stealing a handful of popcorn out of your lap.

“Yeah until I have to go home to my apartment alone.” You rolled your eyes focusing on the intro of the movie.

You had known and been best friends with Jay for years and for years every time Jay got to pick the movie on your movie nights he picked a horror film. Regardless of his knowledge that you simply hated them. You wondered if it was just because they made you vulnerable, made you cling to him in fear, and maybe he liked that. He definitely liked being in control, feeling like he made you feel safe. So maybe he liked the clingy fear that horror movies revoked from you. At least that’s what you hoped. On the other hand what you knew is that even though you hated horror movies it gave you an excuse to shove your face into Jay’s shoulder, take in his smell (and damn did the man smell good.) Gave you an excuse to hide your eyes against Jay’s chest, and tuck yourself into his side and if horror movies gave you the opportunity to do that there’s no way you could hate them that much.

A half hour in and you were already much closer to Jay than what you originally started hands gripping the bowl in your lap tightly when a man jumped up on the screen out of nowhere causing you to jump and send the bowl flying across the room, popcorn flinging everywhere, “fuck!” You exclaimed in surprise making Jay laugh.

“You should’ve seen that one coming.” He teased pulling you closer into his side.

“How exactly do you think I would’ve seen that coming?” You huffed.

“The music got louder.” He shrugged. “Well now we’re outta popcorn you gotta clean it up and make us more.” Jay smirked looking at the pieces scattered across the room.

“I have to clean it up? You’re the one that made us watch this stupid movie!” You exclaimed making Jay laugh louder.

“What do you propose I do? I’m hungry with no snack now.” He asked. Making you shake your head as you picked a piece up off the back of the couch shoving it to his mouth.

“I guess that works.” Jay smiled chewing on the piece of popcorn and opening his mouth again after swallowing causing you to giggle. Rolling your eyes, and not thinking your hand went to Jay’s crotch where a handful of popcorn laid blushing immediately and retracting your hand once you realized where it was. Jay raised an eyebrow, cocky smirk on his face, making you avert your attention back to the TV when you felt a piece of popcorn being pushed against your lips. Huffing a laugh you open your mouth taking in the few pieces unconsciously licking Jay’s fingers with the action. You could see Jay’s eyes widen slightly thanks to the light from the TV before he cleared his throat shifting beside you slightly and turning back to the movie ignoring the action. By the end of the movie the encounter was quickly forgotten and you were practically huddled in Jay’s lap, eyes shoved in his neck to distract you from the bloody, gory details. “It’s over.” Jay announced against your hair.

“Oh thank god.” You replied reluctantly backing away from him letting him get up to turn the TV off and the light on. Looking around at the crumbs still scattered you got up to fetch the vacuum. “You should get a dog.” You commented plugging it in before starting it and cleaning up. After finishing and shutting the vacuum off Jay continued the conversation from the kitchen,

“I don’t have time for a dog.”

“I guess. But then I’d actually have someone who’d comfort me in my times of fear instead of judge.” You retorted leaning against the kitchen entrance arms crossed.

“Oh I don’t comfort you well enough now?” Jay teased, eyebrow raised walking closer as he handed you water making heat run through your body as he inched closer to you.

Shaking your head you made yourself snap out of it, “I mean I didn’t say that.” You shrugged, smirking. Jay laughed in return turning to look at the clock.

“It’s already 2am you should just stay here.” He said walking away from you back into the living room. “You know where everything is in the room.” He continued pulling blankets out of the nearest closet to make a bed on the couch.

“Stop.” You shoved him away.

“What?” He asked.

“I am not taking your bed. Why do we have to have this fight every time I stay here?” You asked, annoyed laying the blankets down.

“[Y/N]-“ He started again as you cut him off.

“Just save us 15 minutes and admit defeat Halstead, goodnightttt.” You hit him with a pillow before laying down. Sighing heavily Jay gave in kissing your head and bidding you goodnight.

The problem was it had been an hour and you were still jumping at any tiny sound. Yes, you were a scaredy cat but what were you to do? You didn’t want to turn the TV on in fear of waking Jay and you certainly weren’t about to try and go home at 3am so you laid in silence tossing and turning images of blood and creepy guys reoccurring in your mind.

“You’re still awake aren’t you?” Jay’s voice came out of nowhere in return causing you to scream and jump resulting in you falling off the couch with a loud thud.

“What the fuck, Jay!?” You yelled in a hushed tone as he rushed over to you clearly trying to keep a laugh in but letting it out once he saw you were okay.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized, helping you up.

“How’d you know I was awake?” You asked turning to see him standing shirtless making you let out what you were sure was an audible whimper but he didn’t acknowledge it if he did hear.

“I could practically hear your wheels turning from the bedroom.” He explained.

“Sorry.” You mumbled falling back down on the couch.

“No. Come on.” Jay protested trying to pull you up.

“What?” You whined standing up.

“You’re coming to bed with me.” He explained leading you towards his room, immediately making your throat go dry.

“Wait what?” You croaked out.

“It’s my fault you can’t sleep so I’m gonna fix that. Plus you threatened to replace me with a dog so...” He joked, pulling the covers back to let you slip into his bed before making the way to his side and doing the same. Pulling you into his chest once he got comfortable. Instinctively your head fell to his bare chest wrapping your legs between his. You had cuddled with him plenty of times before but this was something different, more intimate.

“I make you feel safe right?” He asked, rubbing his hand up and down your back as you nodded your head not trusting your voice as your heart was beating a million miles a minute. “Good. Now go to sleep cause I’m not until you do.” He kissed your forehead wrapping an arm even more tightly around you. Instantly relaxing you took a deep breath closing your eyes before kissing his chest as a way to tell him goodnight. Within minutes you were fast asleep feeling more safe than you ever have before. One thing was for sure, you certainly would be having another movie night.

[only-kiwi]

Demons III

sorry this took so long, hopefully you love this. i worked really hard on it. romance is blooming! let me know know what you think. sorry for any spelling mistakes!!

TW: mentions of self harm, depression, eating disorder, swearing, age gap (19/24)

Billie and Harry never spoke about his breakdown. It had been weeks and neither of them had brought it up. That night, they’d fallen asleep on the sofa - Harry before Billie because he was exhausted (and maybe a bit embarrassed) from all that crying. Billie stayed awake for a while, eyeing the note on the table in front of her. She wondered what was written in it, and what triggered Harry. Billie was selfish, she thought. She’d loaded all her shit on Harry from the moment they met and he’d never really complained about anything. God, she was a bitch.

“Why are you always so early for everything?”

Harry chuckled, pouring a cup of water for himself from the refreshments table. They were at therapy - Billie had started going again last week. However, she went with Harry instead of having her mum take her. She preferred it. “I don’t like being late.”

“It shows.” Billie laughed. “I’m gonna run to the toilet, hold on.”

Harry nodded, sipping his water. As Billie walked away, she smiled. She’d been doing pretty well for the past two weeks. Of course, nothing was perfect, but Billie wasn’t sad all the time anymore.

“God, isn’t that Harry just so fit?” She heard while she was in the cubicle, knowing exactly who it was. For weeks, Macey had been trying to get with Harry - or flirt with him, at least. He always brushed it off but it annoyed Billie. If Harry’s not interested then why keep trying? “He’s loaded too.”

“Yeah, but he’s got Billie latching onto him like a bloody dog. Dunno how that happened. Think they’re dating? Or maybe just fucking? She doesn’t look like the type.” Another girl, Tyler, said. She didn’t know what to make of it.

Billie made sure the girls were gone before she walked out. She’d usually sit next to Harry but instead, she chose to sit in between the middle aged man who had just tried to kill himself again and the twenty-something woman who had yet to look up from her shaking hands. She knew Harry was looking at her but she avoided his eyes as best she could. Whenever she managed to get a look at him, his bottom lip would be resting between his forefinger and thumb (something Billie learned he did when he was thinking really hard).

“Billie? How was your week?”

Her head snapped up at the group leader’s voice. She’d honestly had a great week, because she was with Harry almost everyday, but if anyone else there knew they’d all make up some rumour. “Uh... it was good.”

“Just good?”

“Just good.”

****

Billie hated her brain - really hated it. She thought way too much. She was doing it right now, in Harry’s car. They hadn’t spoken since before she went to the toilet, not one word. She didn’t even know why, she could have just told him what she heard. Harry and Billie both knew that nothing was going on so why care what other people say? She didn’t even like Harry like that... unless, she did.

No.

She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. He’s Harry. Her best friend (even though she’d never tell him that), she simply just couldn’t like him. It happened with Willow too, they were friends before and now look. Billie wouldn’t allow that to happen again.

“I’m sorry,” Billie blurted as the pair pulled into Harry’s driveway. “I just- I’ve been overthinking a lot today.”

“We can talk about it if you like?” Harry suggested, but Billie scrunched her nose up, telling him she wasn’t up for that. “Or, we can watch a movie?” She smiled.

They did this a lot - hanging out at Harry’s house. It was the only other place Billie felt like she could be herself other than her bedroom. All they usually did was watch movies, talk for ages and sometimes, take a nap. Harry made Billie forget about whatever it was she was thinking about and she loved that. He distracted her.

It was late now, and Billie didn’t feel like going home. She knew she was have to go soon, it was nearly 9pm. Billie was so close to falling asleep. She had her head on Harry’s lap as he ran his fingers through her hair - it was their favourite position to watch movies in. “H?”

“Yeah?” He hummed, close to falling asleep as well.

“We never spoke about what happened the night I stayed over.”

Silence.

“Harry?”

“We don’t need to talk about that, B.” Harry mumbled. “It doesn’t matter.”

Billie got up so she was sitting next to Harry so she could be eye-level with him. “Of course it matters! Why would you even say that?”

“You don’t need to worry, that’s my job.”

“Harry, you’re not a fucking therapist to me. I tell you things because I trust you and you always have the right thing to say. Because you care. Not because you just happen to be there. So please, if anything’s ever wrong, truly wrong - talk to me.” She sighed, she didn’t know what she was feelings. She couldn’t be angry, if he didn’t want to talk to her about things that was fine. She just felt guilty, maybe even selfish. Harry was lovely to her, and she manipulated his kindness to make herself feel better.

Harry smiled, raising his hand to brush a strand of hair out of Billie’s face. He’d never done that before, but she could get used to it. They both could. “You’re very kind.” He whispered.

“So are you,” she smiled. “Still tired?”

“Very, you?”

“Reckon I could sleep for the next four years. I should probably leave soon.” Billie told him, she felt bad because he’d have to drive her and she made a mental note to try to fucking learn how to drive.

“Stay.”

“What?”

“Stay,” Harry repeated, “just like... stay.”

Billie didn’t know what he meant, she’d never heard him sound so... soft, so needy. Their friendship was either Billie venting to Harry or them in fits of laughter. This was different.

“Uh yeah, okay. I’ll stay.”

Harry smiled but he didn’t know why. He didn’t know why he didn’t want Billie to stay, she’d probably just be in guest room. All he knew was that he didn’t want to be alone. He’d spent all his days keeping everything inside and hiding his feelings that when he was alone at night he would think too much and he hated it. He just needed someone there.

****

Billie couldn’t fall asleep, she was tossing and turning in the massive bed in the spare room wondering why she was there. Why did Harry ask her to stay? Of course, she didn’t really expect anything. She just... it was weird. Why ask someone to stay if you’re just gonna ignore them? She really didn’t have time to played with.

Harry groaned as he looked at the time - it was 2am. All night he’d been thinking - or trying to think - about what the fuck he was feeling. He didn’t know why he asked Billie to stay, or what he wanted from her. Harry really, really liked her, but he wasn’t sure if it was just as friends or if it was something more. That’s what he needed to figure out.

The vibration of his phone on the nightstand broke him out of this thoughts.

It was more like fifteen seconds, but Harry could have done with the extra five so he could stop his palms from sweating. Him and Billie cuddled sometimes while they were watching movies, but it was never really like that. For some reason, this felt different.

She walked into his room, her body was drowning in his white t shirt. He’d never seen her like this (he couldn’t see properly last time because he was crying too much). She was tiny. It worried Harry, he’d never seen someone so skinny but he knew she was trying. Her dark hair was pulled info a ponytail and her pale skin had goosebumps. She was cold.

“Hey,” she whispered as she stood over Harry’s bed and pointed at his tattoos, “nice birds.”

“Wait til you see my butterfly.” Harry chuckled, moving to the side so Billie could get into the bed. “And the ferns.”

“How many tattoos do you have?” She asked him, she’d seen most of them - the ones on his arms, but she’d been dying to know what else he had.

“Lost count,” he shrugged, “stop standing there and get in.”

Billie didn’t know what she was so scared of, all they were doing was sleeping next to each other and most likely cuddling. Relax, Billie, she told herself. Getting into the bed, she saw the butterfly he was walking about. It was massive, but she liked it. She noticed the ferns too, she didn’t know what the point of them was, but she figured Harry just thought they looked good (and they did).

“This bed’s comfier than the one in the spare room.” Billie thought out loud, making Harry laugh. “I’m actually pretty offended.”

“No one usually sleeps in it so it never really mattered.” He said. “I have a question.”

“Yeah?”

“My friend’s birthday is coming up and he has a massive party every year. I don’t really feel like going alone so, I don’t know, I was wondering if you wanted to come with.” Harry seemed nervous but Billie couldn’t quite figure out why.

“Me? A party? Harry, I will literally have a panic attack.”

“Oh! Sorry, I should’ve-“

“I’ll come.”

“What?”

“I need to stop doing the same shit all the time. Go out more, make friends, get a fucking job. I don’t know, it won’t do me any good if I’m at home all the time.” Billie shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, but it was. Having the motivation to even think about making a change was a big deal. For Billie, anyway.

“It’s on Friday.”

“This Friday?” Harry nodded. “That’s in two days, you idiot! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I forgot!” He tried to defend himself, but failing miserably. “It’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll be with you the whole time and everyone’s really nice-“

“No, everyone’s really rich and in their mid twenties.” Billie rolled her eyes.

“What’s wrong with being really rich and in your mid twenties?”

“I’ll just feel out of place, all young and broken and shit.” Even in the dark, Harry noticed how Billie looked down, something she did a lot.

Harry tucked a piece of Billie’s hair behind her ear that had fallen from her ponytail, the same way he did only a few hours before.

“I won’t leave your side, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Good.”

Their hands were centimetres apart, they weren’t even touching and they could feel each other. Billie was looking at their hands, and Harry was looking at her. He was trying to figure out what she was thinking - or if she was thinking at all. Then he felt it. Her pinky finger brushing against him. Harry heard Billie’s breath get caught in her throat and the corner of his lips turned up ever so slightly.

“Soft,” she whispered, so quietly she barely heard herself. She could feel Harry getting closer - and it wasn’t just his hand. Was he leaning in? Was he about to kiss her?

Their hands were fully weaved together now, and Billie liked the feeling. His hand was so much bigger than hers, it made her feel protected - safe. “Look at me,” Harry breathed out. Billie looked up slowly, scared to meet his eyes. “Is this okay?”

She nodded, and Harry moved closer. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion, but going so fast at the same time. Billie was sure Harry could hear her heartbeat, and Harry was sure Billie could hear his.

“H, if you’re gonna kiss me just do it.” Billie finally said, scared that that wasn’t even the case. But it didn’t take long for Harry rest his other hand on her cheek and connect their lips.

Billie couldn’t describe the feeling. The kiss wasn’t perfect at all, but in the same breath it was. Because it was them. It was Harry. And it felt good. She decided that she could do this with him for a very long time.

[resmarted]

come darling, it’s been too long. i can’t get enough of your face, i’m glad you’re showing it more, you’re such a pretty pretty princess even if you deny it all day long. it’s time for me to pry my eyes from the internet’s long list of losers trying to fight me over shit they’re forever wrong about and to tell you silly things like how i’m gonna get you one of those paris hilton shirts that say stop being poor and a rita’s wooder ice as soon as they open back up. your bloody little fingers will wipe across your mouth that’s bigger than your head and paint splotches of red over those pillowy lips that i love and lust over and i will say good god, come closer, let me kiss you now. no, now! don’t push me away or punish me for long, don’t give me your cold shoulder when all i want is your warmth, you know i’ll just take it anyway. yes i will, i’ll slither over it and blink at you and stare like my dog does to me and one of us is more irresistible than the other but that’s not the point. i am excited that the time is getting closer but not excited that my reflection is more horrifying than usual, and i have been meaning to make videos again for the sole purpose of preparing you for it, but what if you see them and are like whoa sorry guys turns out our stop to your city is going to be skipped this year for the sake of everyone’s gag reflex. i’m sick of being miserable and poor and alone, i’m ready to be miserable and poor and with you, and we can be aunts to all our friends’ kids and play games like which one of you will get carded for cigarettes at the store? i bet it’s going to be you each time while our toddler friends walk out with cigars in their mouths like baby champs. oh stop, it’s a funny image, a classic one even. right? babies with cigars? you can ask me important questions like how’s khloe? and i’ll be like great she ate nearly her whole half of a papaya today and you’ll say shh stop i don’t really want to know, and i don’t care because you have already opened the floodgates so here comes a list of each one’s personal life updates. it’s easier to shut me up when you’re not so far away, and that’s only if you are really clever about it and distract me with something delicious to occupy my mouth instead. no pervert, i meant like chocolate or cheetos or chinese or chicken, or chicka da chinese da chinese chicken. show me your sketch pad and your diaries from high school and photos of you and your long rapunzel hair so i can say oh my godddd you look just like whatshername from edge of seventeeeeeen. i told annie to prepare for our wedding night and how i have this whole itinerary planned for all of us to rejoice and be merry and she said “oh right” never fazed by my insanity, so any pressing questions you have about lizards are welcome and encouraged. actually just ask her about how she put them on treadmills. actually don’t even talk to her just look at me and no one else, i mean who else is ever even in the room besides us anyway? i’m going to whisper really romantic things to you at the table like, i shaved all my chin hairs tonight just. for you. i wish you could stay longer so we can take streetcars and go to the movies and the zoo and all my favorite spots in all my favorite parks and just kidding i have no idea what nature is like and haven’t been outside since the eighties. even if you don’t even really end up liking me and even if we don’t end up getting married (impossible.) it will be the first time in years i have been so happy, i don’t even remember having something to look forward to since last time you came. i mean, surgeries don’t count, those are something you go through and endure and hope it works out in your favor, even if they technically were ones i wanted forever. sorry i am so boring and that none of this is poetic or cohesive or even necessarily entertaining but i couldn’t fall back to sleep and miss talking to you like this, like no one is looking and like i’m not just some crazy person having entire conversations alone in public. if anyone sees me i’ll just be like bluetooth, bitch! get with the times! i would ask you if you want to time travel but i’m not learning about the roaring twenties just to make you a flapper girl in a romance i can copy straight off gatsby, or more specifically christina ricci as zelda in the adaptation of fitzgerald’s life story and even more specifically, bits of it remixed with boardwalk empire which i only watched until they killed off michael pitt and then it was like, steve buscemi i love you and all but Not enough. all i really know about that time era is that oppression against minorities was awful and women didn’t really dress like flappers unless they were rich enough to afford such a luxury, which they usually weren’t because hello, the great depression. or was that the forties? look, i don’t know anything about anything, i slept through most of school because i was too busy doing important things like trying to beat donkey kong every night and talking to annie on aim til 2am and did you know aim is about to be shut down? should we get screen names and live out our teen dreams together before it goes away? i’m going to ask you for your screen name in person just to see what you do. mine were lollipop poison and don’t spook easy and i ate a mexican bc i didn’t understand things like racism okay i just thought it was funny bc i was like twelve when i made it, probably just had mexican food and thought putting an a in front of it would be a heelarious twist. look i am not here to explain my past to you okay, i’m an outlaw and a menace to society and i am ready for you to jump onto the back of my hog and burn rubber with me as we ride off into the sunset. hog? right? isn’t that what they call those motorcycle thingies? i am afraid you will judge me for how fat my dog is. he’s enormous. his body screams child abuse but i don’t even overfeed him, he just packs it in. he doesn’t even like walking and if i try to take him he sits there and looks at me like bitch you must be insane if you think i’m going to be moving beyond the couch. i think i’m going to introduce you to him by rolling him out on a wagon decorated to look like a parade float and then screaming through a megaphone, stop judging me! are you like, dying to run off with me yet? i don’t even want to run away, you know i don’t do cardio, let’s just sit here together. but like, forever.