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bjtch-craft · 11 months ago

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"You're into dudes?"

Darry Jenner x Male! Reader

SFW!!♡

☆ Summary: After a laundry mix-up, [Name] meets a boy named Darry, whom he quickly catches feelings for, and in return for the mixup, Darry invites the boy to a frat party.

☆ Request: Yes or No

☆ Word count: 1,835

☆ Genre: Fluff☆♡

☆ Warnings: None! (At least I don't think so.)

Read the sequel here!!!! :)

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[Name] waltzed down the compacted hall of his dorm holding a basket of laundry he was supposed to pick up about two hours ago. He’d ran out of his class the minute it was over and ran into the building's basement in fear his clothes would smell like mildew and/or begin to mold. Luckily, someone had tossed all of his shit in the dryer.

A discman was clipped into his belt and a pair of headphones were draped around his head blasting some song his roommate had burned onto the disc. He bobbed his head to the beat, opened the door to his dorm, and tossed the basket on the floor taking off his Discman and headphones he tossed them onto the table that sat in the corner of the small room. He then grabbed the basket and began to sort through them.

“Huh… I don’t remember owning a yellow ringer” he thought out loud.

Several items in the basket looked extremely unfamiliar… wait no not just a couple, but every item looked unfamiliar.

“Oh, god these aren't mine!”

He dumped the contaminants of the basket onto the floor and looked through them, sorting through pink jockey shorts, jeans, and…

“Pink boxers” [Name] giggled.

He held them in his hand and flipped the waistband inside out.

“Darius… do I know Darius? They probably have my shit!”

[Name] got up and made his way over to his phone that lay on the desk. He flipped it open and punched in his roommate's number. It rang for a second or two until he answered.

“What’s up?”

“Hey um, do you know a Darius in this building? Our clothes got mixed up and I found his name on some of them!”

“I think so? I’m pretty sure there’s a boy down the hall by that name. His door has that dry-erase board.”

“Thanks, dude!”

[Name] put the clothes back into the basket and made his way out the door down the hall until he found the door his roommate had described. Balancing the basket in one hand, he knocked on the door, and the teeter tottered on his feet, waiting for the door to open.

“Who is it?”

“Hey I think our laundry got mixed up” [Name] called back.

The door opened slowly revealing the person behind the voice.

“I asked who it was, '' he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“I’m [Name] I live down the hall from you and I took your clothes by accident!”

The boy looked behind his shoulder before stepping into the room and pointing at the basket that sat in the middle of his dorm.

“Is this yours then?”

[Name] hesitated before stepping into the room, walking toward the basket, and kneeling before it.

“Yeah, this is my stuff!”

“Good! Um, my name's Darry, by the way,” Darry called as he dragged his basket into the room.

“Well, I’m sorry for the mixup.”

“Uh, no worries dude… oh shit I hung up a couple of your clothes in the closet.”

[Name] sat the basket down and walked towards the grey metal cabinet that the college had called a fucking closet. Darry walked into the room and stood back as [Name] stood on his tip toes and pulled the shirts off the hanger. Darry couldn’t help but peek at [Name] not in a creepy way (at least not in his eyes) but innocently he was you know just looking at him he had no ill intent behind the stare.

He watched as the hem of his shirt lifted, revealing a small bit of skin his eyes traveled lower from his back to his…

“Hey um, are you doing anything this weekend?” Darry asked, fixing his hair with his hands.

Name walked toward the basket and dumped his shirts in before looking at Darry.

“No, I don’t think so. Why?”

“Well, there’s a party this weekend and as a thank-you gift for returning my clothes I thought I could invite you!”

[Name] shifted his weight on his feet ``Yeah I think I can make it!'

He picked up his basket and began walking out the door “Cute jockey shorts by the way pink is so your color!”

Darry stood there, his face turning a light pink out of embarrassment as [Name's] giggle echoed throughout the hall as he walked away.

The days turned to night, and the nights turned to day, and eventually, the night of the dumbass frat party had appeared. Darry and [Name] had been talking to each other over the past couple of days, leading up to the party, and had slowly gotten closer.

The two boys walked up the steps that led into the frat house that surely would reek of sweat, musk, weed, and beer. As they walked up the steps, [Name] looked at one of the brothers who was slumped over in a chair next to the door and passed out drunk.

“Jesus, didn’t the party start an hour ago?” [Name] questioned?

“Pre-gaming.”

“A little too hard.”

They walked into the building, which for sure held many regrets and secrets. Darry and [Name] pushed and shoved through people as they entered the ground floor and looked around.

“Do you want a drink?” Darry asked, scratching the nape of his neck.

[Name] nodded his head, and Darry told him to wait there as he headed off to look for the drinks. [Name] looked around, staring at all the buzzed people who were either dancing to the music or screaming over it.

[Name] took this second of lonesomeness to himself and thought about Darry. He had barely known him for less than a week, and he had already developed feelings for the boy.

Darry walked through the frat and pushed himself into a crowded kitchen that had already been mostly trashed. Beer bottles littered the counter tops as well as red solo cups, and the smell of weed hung over the room like a thick fog. Darry made his way toward an ice chest, flipped it open, pulled out two bottles, and began walking back.

“Darry?”

Darry turned around and saw his sister walking towards him, her hands placed on her hips.

“Hey, sis! I um gotta go!” Darry said as he tried to move quickly through the mob of people.

Trish quickly caught up to him, grabbed him by his sleeve, and pulled him back into the kitchen.

“I thought you weren’t into the parting scene? Especially because you live off campus. And who invited you” Darry questioned.

“Connections,” Trish responded. “Who’s the other drink for Dar?”

“A friend. I met him a couple of days ago.”

“Aww, you have a little boyfriend, Darry?” Trish teased.

Darry stood there silent, his face starting to flush as his sister's jaw dropped.

“Oh. My. God! Are you guys like fu-”

“No! No! Not my boyfriend. I don't like dudes… I think?”

Trish shifted her weight on her feet, examining her younger brother.

“You’re into dudes?”

“I don’t know! He is cute, but he's got me all confused!”

“Can I meet him?”

“No. And anyways he’s waiting for me so… bye.”

Darry turned around and pushed back into the sea of people, Trish looking at him with a confused look. Darry entered where he had left [Name] and looked around for a second in fear that the boy got up and left.

But no. [Name] sat on the bottom step of the staircase that led up to the second floor, his chin, in his palm as he looked at the floor. Darry rushed toward him and plopped down next to him.

“Where’d you go? I was starting to miss you.”

“Sorry I ran into my sister, and she - never mind here. I don’t know what you like, so I grabbed the first thing I saw.”

Darry handed the glass bottle to the boy and smiled at him unknowingly giving [Name] a certain feeling in his gut.

“Oh shit do you need a bottle opener?”

[Name] shook his head, lifted his shirt, and used his belt buckle to remove the bottle cap. [Name] let out a small chuckle and smiled at Darry as he handed him his bottle, and he did the same and handed the bottle back to Darry.

“Cheers,” Darry asked, holding the bottle out.

“Cheers!”

Clink! After a few drinks (more than a few, Like way more.) Darry and [Name] were fucked. The two boys stumbled down the steps bumping into each other, their arms around each other's shoulders.

“H-heyy Dar” [Name] asked, slurring each word.

“Yeah?”

“D-do- Hic! Do you want to stay the night in my dorm? My roommate's gone, and I don’t want to be alone… and drunk!”

“Sure~!”

They stumbled through the college campus and into the building that they lived in nearly eating shit multiple times on the way there. They drunkenly walked through the hallway that led toward [Names] dorm, their arms still around each other's shoulders for support.

[Name] opened the door, and they pushed themselves into the small room. [Name] grabbed Darry’s hand, led him to his bed, and pulled him onto it. There was a moment of silence between them… a tension of some sort as they looked at each other.

Darry’s usually neat middle part had become disheveled and stuck out here and there. [Name] reached out and ran his fingers through the messy sections, combing it back to its neat form.

“Your hair is so… soft~.”

Darry looked at [Name], examining him as if he had never seen another boy in his life… or at most one that made him feel this way. Darry chewed on the inside of his lip and stared at [Name] his own face turning pink.

“[Name]?”

“Hm?”

“D-do you have a girl?”

A smile crept onto [Name’s] face, and he gently tilted his head at Darry looking up at him.

“Who said I’m into girls” [Name] said smoothly.

Darry smiled at him, his face turning even pinker as several thoughts ran through his brain. [Name] placed a hand on the right side of his face.

“Are you… into me~?” Darry asked.

“Maybe?”

[Name] placed a soft kiss on Darry’s cheek and pulled back, smiling at him.

“Lips?”

[Name] giggled“You’re cute!”

“Well, are you?”

“Maybe… later?”

Darry frowned at [Name] as he adjusted himself so he was lying next to the wall. He gently patted the spot next to him. Darry fills in the space next to him and lies on his back, drumming his hands on his chest as [Name] lies facing the wall. A million thoughts rushed through his mind once again, but the main one was about his feelings toward the boy next to him.

“Cold.”

“Hm,” Darry hummed in response.

“I’m cold…”

“Oh…”

Darry adjusted his position, his chest to [Name’s] back as he wrapped an arm around the other boy, pulling him in closer.

“Better,” Darry asked?

“Mhm.”

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Authors note!

In my active era? But I rewatched Jeeper Creepers (pirated it because fuck that director) and immediately after crawled to this app only to see ZERO stories. Also, look at this man, y'all, my knees weak... been on them too long for him. Also, I'm now just realizing how short this is. HOW TF WAS THIS 6 PAGES LONG ON DOCS???

#lgbtq #gay #darry jenner #Darry Jenner x male reader #justin long #male x male #male reader #i get so weak in the knees #this man has me in a chokehold #jeepers creepers #Darry Jenner x reader

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bisexual-horror-fan · 1 year ago

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Then just for fun you take your tongue and run it over my lip | And gotta love the way she does it for the hell of it | We're in positions that most people only say they know | Rub it right up, against my body | You got your hand on a landmine, ready to blow |But the devil can hear you when you say... | C'mon and get up (get up), move your body |Use your body, lose control. |Use my body, make it yours (So get up) | We're gonna light this room on fire | Ya, you and I will burn it up tonight (so get up) | The two of us will fuel this fire | No way in hell we're slowing down tonight

And! Belly button shots with that slutty ass tattoo.

Smut? Implication? Sex dancing?. Edging? That's up to you. I am here to just proved a muse not a direct request.

Well, well, well, Lorde! Thank you so much for giving me the in for write for Darry Jenner for the first time! I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it! And now this is officially the last fic of my 20s! A weird and fun smutty fic of an underrated character, how on brand! Let’s get into it, yeah?

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.1K. Darry Jenner X GN! Reader. No Pronouns Or Parts Specified. Warnings: Teasing. Alcohol Consumption. Partying. Body Shots. Mild But Playful Slut-Shaming (Darry Is The Slut Here.). Making Out. Grinding. Hand Job. Blow Job. Throat Fucking. Edging. Sex. Riding. Banter. Reader Is Kinda An Asshole But It’s Fun.

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“Who’s The Real Slut Here?”

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It’s Friday night, you are in college and so naturally you are out at a party, decently full of people, music playing at a healthy volume and your classmates drinking and making merry, excited the school week was done. You were of course among them, with the same idea in mind, of cutting loose and forgetting your stress, and you were well on your way to do that. You’d been here for around an hour, hadn’t really run into anyone you knew super well, but that was fine, you were enjoying milling and mingling.

Currently making your way to the living room, looking around distractedly at the goings-on, people dancing, mingling, talking, in the early stages of hooking up, Hell, who knows, maybe you’ll find someone to grind up against yourself.

That train of thought is quickly abandoned as another body collides into yours, shoulder to shoulder, and sharp contact with a small jolt of pain sends your body turning expectedly and unfortunately makes you drop your drink. You were drinking out of the natural party classic, a red solo cup, so broken glass wasn’t a concern, but the sticky and sweet mix of fruit juice, carbonation and alcohol spills over your shoes all the same.

Eyes drop with a disgusted sound, your shoes are fairly waterproof so your socks getting wet isn’t a concern, but your shoes are going to be tacky and gross, you just know it. You feel annoyance and anger bubbling until you hear the frantic and rushed, “Oh my God, I am so sorry.”

You had a response on your tongue, ready to snark out something close to, “Yeah you better be!” with a healthy amount of venom, but when your eyes raise to look at your assaulter in the face that quickly proves to be a difficult task. You become distracted by dark brown eyes and soft looking black hair, his face tinged with worry and what looks like genuine remorse, pink lips parted and hands up, it makes what was meant to be a bitchy barb melt into, “Yeah, you’re okay, I mean, it’s okay.”

“God, no it’s not, looks like that was full-” You cut him off with a smile, anger was forgotten, “Really, it’s okay.”

“At least let me get you another drink? For my conscience if nothing else.” He is very sweet, reads as honest, earnest. You agree and say, “Yes, okay, I can let you do that.”

He finally smiled, slow and more beautiful than it had any right to be. You and he make your way to the kitchen and once in there and in front of the drink station you both notice that there are no cups. He says, “I think there are some on the top shelf of this cupboard, hold on-”

“How do you know that?” You ask, and he says as he opens the doors, “Oh, my friend lives here.”

He reaches up to the aforementioned top shelf, rooting around for the cups, and you are just watching him, eyes move down his body and in the process of him stretching. His shirt rides up and you of course stare at the newly revealed skin, what you find there makes you gasp before laughing out, “Woah! Slut alert!”

He pulls the cups down, jaw dropped open as he says, “Excuse me?”

You respond enthusiastically with a point to him as you say, “You! I just realized, you’re a slut.”

The cupboard doors are closed, an eyebrow raised as he asks, “What makes you say that?”

You take the two strides forward to be within touching range, and you reach out, fingers hook in the hem of his shirt, and you yank it up and point to his tattoo with your other hand. “This! Look at this shit, guys who aren’t sluts do not have little whoreish rose tattoos like this!”

“Christ! You’re being awfully forward for someone I just met.” He smacks your hand away and smoothed his shirt back down into place, and you laugh again, “I notice you aren’t disagreeing with my assertion.”

He argues with you as the package of new red solo cups was torn open and one was retrieved, “Didn’t think I had to! I think it’s obvious I’m not a slut.”

You watch as he plucks up one cup and sets it down ready to finally make you that drink, but you aren’t concerned with that anymore, instead you asked, “Oh yeah? Wanna bet?”

“Seriously?” Was his deadpanned reply.

“Yeah, let's ask ten people, if more than five agree with me that you are a total tart based off your tattoo, I win, and if less than five agree that you are not a slut, you win, and I’ll drop it.” You explained quickly, a wide grin overtaking your face.

He looks considering for a moment before asking, “What do you want if you win?”

You push his shoulder playfully as you ask, “C’mon, where’s the fun in that if I tell you upfront?”

A roll of his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest, the small smile on his face as well as his tone tattles on the fact he is amused however, attempt to fix your drink abandoned, consumed in the current ridiculous conversation, “If you don’t tell me I won’t do it.”

You groan and kick the kitchen island you were next to, “Fine. Spoilsport. How about…” You look him over and then grin lewdly as the thought comes to you like lightning, “A body shot.”

He laughs with a shake of his head, eyes drop to the floor as he shrugs and says, “Fine. You’re on.”

You shake on it, eye contact reestablished, and the game was on.

Your hand on his wrist, you start to lead him around the party. The routine went as follows, you walk up to a person, ask if they are down to participate in settling a bet you were both in, if they said yes, you would be showing him off. You would lift his shirt excitedly, or he would be reluctantly tugging it up himself to show it off until ten people later you were saying positively giddy, “Seven out of ten college party goers agree! You are a slut.”

He sighs and asks quietly, “What shot are you doing off me?”

To you, there was only one answer possible.

“The classic naturally. Tequila.”

Soon enough he is splayed across a table that is normally used for beer pong, currently in between games, and you are setting him up. He’d taken his shirt off before laying down, you rubbed the wedge of lime on him, the space of his belly button now slick and salt sprinkled, your other hand gripping the bottle of tequila you’d already taken the cap off of, you tip it and poured the liquid into the hollow of his belly button. He shivers and squirms slightly, some spills, overflows, and you chide him, “Fuck, stay still!”

Before he can retort, you’d taken that same lime wedge and placed it in his mouth, rind side down towards him, flesh of the fruit upturned. The bottle is set down and you make your move.

You lean down, one hand on his jean clad thigh, higher than it needs to be, fingers curling over the curve of his thigh, your mouth is close enough. Your lips latch, and you drink from him, tongue dips in, and you eagerly lap up the burning alcohol before you swirl along the perimeter and over that same tattoo that set this bet in motion. Next your tongue turns upwards, passing over warm skin and his firm toned stomach, catching the salt you sprinkled before.

Afterwards you are pulling up and with one smooth stride, fingers trailing up his bare torso as you go, your other hand descends onto his forehead. Your fingers run through dark hair, and you leaned down, you give him a ghost of a kiss as you steal the lime wedge, you linger longer than necessary, if he wanted and responded fast enough he could have kissed you, but he was too shocked. You are pulling back up, your fingers come up too, and you bite down, sucking the acidic delight back. Clean rind is pulled away, and you look down at him, stomach wet and lips shiny, staring up at you, and you say, “I realize something.”

He sounds just a little out of breath as he asks, “What’s that?”

“I never got your name.”

He realizes that’s true. A small cock of his head as he tells you, “Darry. My name is Darry.”

You toss the rind of the lime wedge aside, and you compliment him, “Well, Darry, I have got to say, at least you are a man of your word. You have follow through.”

He sighs and holds one hand out, “Gee thanks, wanna help me up?”

You do so, gripping his hand and pulling him to sit up and get off the table. He goes to put his shirt back on, but grimaces, “I feel all sticky now.”

Taking in the sight of the hardwood and sturdy table that was covered in a million rings from never having seen a single coaster but cups upon cups of drinks and who knows how many spills your expression mimics his, “Yeah, that table was not clean, c’mon, let’s go to the bathroom, I’ll help you clean up.”

Soon you are standing in the ensuite bathroom attached to the master bedroom. You aren’t supposed to be in here, it is supposed to be off limits, but you’ve always been a rule breaker, haven’t you?

You are cleaning him up, warm and damp wash cloth running over his back, and you say, “So why don’t you think you’re a slut?”

“Cuz I’m not one?”

“Are you sure? Letting me parade you around the party like I did, letting me do a body shot off you like that, I mean fuck, dude, I tongue fucked your belly button before you told me your name. Seems pretty whore like to me.” You teased playfully, and he laughs shocked, seemingly speechless.

You asked, “What do you think?”

He takes a deep breath before, sighing out, “I think no matter what I say, you are gonna think I’m a whore.”

You finish cleaning him and are wringing out the cloth into the sink and shrug, “Maybe, maybe not.” He catches your eyes in the mirror. He is staring. You stare back.

You turn and there is this tension. You break it by dropping the cloth and flicking some water onto his still bare chest, a challenging raise of your eyebrows asking, “What are you gonna do about it?”

And you get what you want.

He wants to put you in your place, wants to shut you up, but mostly you think, he just wants to, and so he makes the first move. His hands on your arms, pulling you closer and taking that single step, and he kisses you.

The make out is speedy.

A brief thought flits through your mind, that you were getting just want you wanted out of tonight, fun, relaxation, a few good drinks and getting to hook up with someone. You are feeling bold, and you think he wants it, you test the waters, you feel him up, hands over bare and exposed skin, and he doesn’t shy away, no he leans in closer, eager.

You suppress a smile as you deepen the kiss, one hand is on the back of his neck, the other running over the expanse of his chest and one leg hooks over his hip as you grind on him. He gets hard pretty fucking quick.

The speed is enough to make his head spin. Two minutes ago, he had his hand in your underwear, touching you, but you made him stop and were now on your knees, pants open and pulling him out. You work him over, hand locked onto his shaft, and you stroke, firm grip, a squeeze whenever you get to the head, a twist of your wrist on the down stroke of his shaft and a steady move back upwards to repeat the process all over again.

He is leaned against the counter when you lean in, your tongue flicking over the tip, and that has him moaning, head back. The view is fantastic, pants and underwear low on his hips, shirt still off, hands gripping the counter edge so hard you can see the flex of tendons in his forearms, it encourages you to wrap your lips around his head. You suck indulgently and keep your hand in motion, he tastes very fucking good, salt and tang, delicious and when you feel him start to throb in your palm you pull back. His head drops, chin tucked into his neck, to look down at you. His expression is crestfallen, he looks sad and confused as he asks, “Why’d you stop?”

You remain on your knees, tongue licking up the pre-cum on your fingertips before you say, “Because I want you to say it.”

More confusion as he asks, “What?”

Pressing him, you say, “I want you to say it, admit it.”

“Admit what?” Asked Darry, still not getting what you were driving at.

You smile and say it as if it were as simple as two plus fucking two, “That you are a whore. Nothing more than a needy slut. Say it and I’ll keep going.”

He looks shocked again. His mouth opens and closes, but he can’t say much more than, “I-...” before you start again, he moans anew, how cute is he? How stupid and gullible? This will be fun.

You work quickly, hand and mouth serving to wreck him in short order. He is moaning, panting, hips rocking forward, and you can tell, nearly there, he is close, and you stop, he curses, and you tease once more, singsonging out, “You aren’t finishing until you say it.”

“I’m not gonna-”

Well, that won’t do. You don’t let him even finish saying that he isn’t going to do it. Your hands on his hips you lean in, and you make one swift move and you deep throat him, take him to the root, and he lets off the best sound he has all night, a choked off moan with shattered breathing, utterly close to ruin. He looks so pretty like this. He had run his fingers through his hair, bit his bottom lip so hard trying to stay quiet you think it might bruise and bleed, his chest and neck is flush, he is unreasonably hard and leaking pre-cum at a steady rate.

You are relentless. You work him perfectly, swallow around him, suck, lick and more until he is about to burst. “Please, please, fuck, don’t stop, s’ good-”

He sounds fantastic when he begs, you feel yourself in need and aching. You almost want to give in, you are sure he will moan with the utmost gratitude, will sound hot enough that it might get you halfway there on its own without you ever having to touch yourself.

He is still begging, “So close, God, yes, ah-” He sounds so fucking hot, amazing, he is all but whining, but he didn’t say the magic words you wanted and so, you then pull off of him. Remove his thick cock from your throat and mouth, the wet strings of saliva break apart, the leash that bound you and he no more. You stand up and pull away, are ready to fully leave the bathroom, fixing yourself up in the mirror, and he grips your wrist. He is painfully hard, dripping, breathing is laboured as he asks, “Please, fuck, please don’t leave me like this?”

You give him a nearly apologetic smile, one thumb wipes some stray spit from your chin as you prompt him, “Then just say it, Darry. You say it and admit it, and I’ll get you off.”

A pause, a beat, and he finally relents.

He says it shockingly smooth and confident, maintaining eye contact with you, he states as if he truly believes it, “I’m a whore, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I’m a fucking slut.”

“There you go. Good boy.” You step away and your hand locks onto the doorknob, you open it and asked him over your shoulder, “Wanna go dance?”

He sounds shocked and calls after you, “Wait! I-I thought if I said it that you’d-”

You turn, eyes meet again, and you tell him, “Oh I’m going to take care of that-” And a nod down to his still raging erection, “-but I was thinking we can go take a break, let you calm down a bit and then maybe you’ll be able to fuck me without busting in two strokes. No offence, by the way, I didn’t make it easy on you, I can make an experienced guy bust in two minutes with some serious effort.”

That is a lot to take in all at once. His mouth opens, another unsure sound before as he asks, “You want to-”

You fill in the blank. “Fuck you Darry. I want to ride you into oblivion.”

He was so caught up he hadn’t noticed you were holding his shirt, you threw it at him and said, “Now c’mon you still owe me that drink from earlier too.”

He caught the shirt and was putting it back on as he asks, “The one you hoovered off my body doesn’t count?”

You lean against the door as you watch him stuffing himself back into his jeans and closing his pants over his still obvious erection as you say, “Not even close.”

He got you that drink, you did dance and later, on top of the coats in a guest bedroom you kept your promise. Only afterwards, the sound of him whimpering while he came still ringing in your ears while you remain perched on top of him, heaving and sweat slick, coming down from your own orgasm, you tease him and say, “Was that so hard?”

He huffed out with a weak and satisfied smile, “No, suppose not, it was pretty great.”

You hum out, “I’ll say. And hey, Darry, you know this is all in good fun, right?”

He hums unconvinced and shifts under you, and you say, “No really, think about it Darry. I fucked you without ever telling you my name, I’m a slut too.”

The laugh he let out is the second-best sound you’d heard all night, when he sucks down a deep breath and the laughter subsides, he tells you warmly, “You fucking suck.”

You grin as you tell him, “You know it.”

#Darry Jenner x reader #Jeepers Creepers x reader #Final Boy x reader #BHF writing #BHF asks #WE GOT IT IN #AN HOUR BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY #WE DID IT

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sunshine17daisy · 19 days ago

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coopermorrow · 2 years ago

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JASON VOORHEES:

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BILLY LOOMIS:

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STU MACHER:

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BUBBA SAWYER:

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VINCENT SINCLAIR:

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BO SINCLAIR:

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LESTER SINCLAIR:

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TIFFANY VALENTINE:

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BABY FIREFLY:

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DOOMHEAD:

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BRAHMS HEELSHIRE:

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bosinclairsgff · 1 year ago

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Requests Rules <3

Hey everyone, I want to get back into writing fanfiction and stuff like that! So here are my request rules and other important things to know! (I used to only write on Wattpad so I'm new to using Tumblr pls be nice <3)

Requests: open

Will do

Hurt x comfort

Fluff

Head cannons

Sometimes mentions of abuse, kidnapping, murder or sh (there will be trigger warnings)

Light angst

Drabbles

Characters hurting the reader (there will be a tw)

Reader with depression or anxiety

NSFW

Won't do

Pregnant reader

Child reader

Parent reader

x male, ftm, mtf or poly reader (I am not qualified to write about those as I have no experience involving them)

Characters I will write for

Halloween: RZ Micheal Myers, Corey Cunningham

Amusement: The Laugh

The Boy: Brahms Heelshire

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Nubbins Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer(platonic only),Thomas Hewitt, Chop Top Sawyer, Drayton Sawyer, Vilmer Sawyer

Scream: Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Amber Freeman, Sydney

Friday The 13th: Jason Voorhees

House Of Wax: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair

Saw: Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman

House Of 1,000 corpses: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly

American Psycho: Patrick Bateman

Child's Play: Tiffany Valentine

The Black Phone: The Grabber/Albert Shaw

The Collector: Arkin

Silent Hilld/DBD: Pyramid Head

Carrie: Carrie White

Ghost Ship: Jack Ferriman

Thirteen Ghosts: Dennis Rafkin

The Shining: Jack Torrance, Wendy Torrance

The Invitation: Walter Deville

Midnight Mass: Father Paul

The funhouse massacre: Doll face

A nightmare on Elm Street (2010) : Quentin Smith

My Bloody Valentine 3-D: Tom Hanniger

Don’t breathe: Norman Nordstrom

The Purge Anarchy: Leo Barnes

Midsommer: Pelle

Thanksgiving: Sheriff Eric Newlon

Leather face (2017) : Jedediah Sawyer

American horror story : Kai Anderson, Kit Walker, Patrick March

Jennifer’s Body : Jennifer Check

Re- animator: Herbert West

Jeepers Creepers: Darry Jenner

Grave Enconters: Lance Preston, Alex Wright

The Dare: Credence, Dominic

31: Doomhead

Longlegs: Dale Kobble, Lee Harker

Trap: Cooper Adams

DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY ACCOUNT IF YOU ARE

Homophobic

Fatphobic

Transphobic

Racist

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v4mp1res3verywhere · 2 years ago

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Darry taking care of you after getting your wisdom teeth removed would entail;

tags/warnings: [no warnings really besides Darry being a little shit and also being completely in love with you, cringe dialogue ahead, established relationship, fem reader, he’s in college in the film so it’s not really college AU! But]. genre: 🧸fluff

a/n:this is kind of a random starting point lmao, I’m slowly wading back into writing but alas, I fear I’m a bit too discombobulated and unfocused to write out an entire fic so here are some headcannons to work through the writers block and also because we all deserve a Darry, i think 🧋⌨️

* If he had access to you right afterwards he’d definitely be recording you.

* “How’re you feeling baby?” He’d snicker while eying you through the Lens of his cam-recorder , waiting for you to say something stupid having not realized that those failarmy videos tend to be outliers and you were most likely just gonna be tired.

* He’d also probably try and tell you weird lies to see if your sense of reality was off enough for you to bite.

* “Hey babe? Holy shit- is David from the lost boys outside the car window?”

* He’d insist on being your designated driver and would pay very close attention to whatever discharge instructions you were given so he knew how to best care for you.

* Dude has the absolute biggest soft spot for you, seeing you all loopy would just trigger it even more .

* “Aww, c’mere sweetheart, you okay?” He’d ask softly , wrapping his arms around you to steady you.

* After asking five more times how you were doing in the car, he’d ask you if you wanted anything on the way home as though you truly had a choice; a milkshake would be mandatorily bought.

* He’d cancel anything just to make sure he could say with you. Classes, work; he even asked his strictest professor for time off.

* “An excused absence? For what, exactly?“

* “My girlfriends getting her wisdom teeth taken out, I just need to make sure she gets home okay and everything.”

* He always feels his heart swell a little anytime he refers to you as his girlfriend to anyone else.

* As corny as it is it just forces him to re-conceptualize the fact that the two of you are together and it hits him all over again.

* even using the title with his grumpy physics professor gives him a weird sense of pride.

* In general darry is a very attentive lover.

* He’s a sensitive person and along with that comes a certain level of intuitiveness , he can often read the room to see how he can make you more comfortable, to think of anything you need etc.

* if you’re missing classes and there’s things you can’t access online he’ll be sure to get them for you.

* you want a bag of Cheetos? An iced coffee? It’s yours, doesn’t matter what time of day or night, darry is an absolute simp and would get it for you though depending on his mood he may get a little whiny (as though it hadn’t been his intent to get it for you the entire time. )

* So as you can imagine, the above applies even more so if you’re sick or need to be taken care of.

* Trish, who sees her brother as immature and selfish (albeit, in an endearingly annoying kid brother way) would be flabbergasted once she witnessed how tentative her brother is around you.

* She’d never admit it to him directly but it’d make her proud to see how much he’d matured though she’d probably tell you as much, jokingly asking what you did to straighten him out.

* He’ll literally get you anything you’d ever want or need and would stay with you throughout the period of your recovery.

* Even things that you deemed as gross or embarrassing wouldn’t deter him from wanting to be at your side.

* “Darry, don’t look!” You slurred around the gauze you were attempting to pull from your mouth, looking up at his reflection appearing behind you. He scoffed, holding you against him by your hips as his eyes met yours in the mirror . “What?“

* “I don’t want you to see me like this it’s gross”

* “You getting shy on me?” He’d snake his arms around you at that, laughing into your hair.

* “Relax, sweetheart. Only embarrassing thing is you can’t kiss me, fuckin loser.”

* But make no mistake, he’d 100% be teasing you the whole time.

* If your lips and chin are numb at first he’s gonna constantly tell you that you’re drooling on him since you can’t tell whether it’s true or not.

* “Shut up, man.” He laughed as you elbowed him lightly once your the back of your hand came back from your chin dry.

* Darry is pretty clingy so this is ideal for him (well, minus you being in pain), he’s happy to have an excuse just to spend time with you.

* He wouldn’t even playfully banter about which movie you should put on, he’d let you have full reign over the remote .

* He’d also make sure you had the appropriate snacks that wouldn’t exacerbate your condition as well.

* “Shit, uh…what do old people with no teeth eat? Ice cream, yeah?”

* “what the fuck Darry”

* You guys don’t fight a lot but playful banter is a staple, just like it was before the two of you started dating .

* Since he knows you better than anyone else, both as a lover and as a friend, he’d gauge how facetious to get with you and would be much gentler if need be, his banter would be for the benefit of your amusement rather than to engage in the usual back and forth you’d grown accustomed to.

* Especially seeing as how your capabilities for speech would be limited.

* (He would tease you a little on that though, for sure)

* He’s touch starved, you can’t tell me otherwise and would just completely bask in your company as he spooned you on the couch or where ever the two of you happened to be.

* He’s pretty gentle by nature but he’d make sure to be extra careful with how he held you, making sure not to put pressure against your face when you laid against him.

* Would let you wear his clothes if you wanted, might steal one of your t-shirts to make you laugh.

* “What? You gonna call me a poser because I don’t listen to…” He trails off, stifling a laugh and pulling the fabric from his midriff to make out the writing on whichever one of your band shirts he’d grabbed.

* Stroking your hair from your face as he looks at you, teasing you for having ��chipmunk cheeks” from the swelling while simultaneously touching you with the most tenderness you’d ever been Handled with.

* “Y’know, you look cute this like this”

* “Hm?”

* “Quiet, for once.”

He’d literally squeal as you dangled a gross bloody tissue at him in mock reprimand of his comment.

* Even softer than usual, calling you all the most sentimental pet names he has for you (and the sillier ones as well of course, that can’t be helped )

* Sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, princess etc.

* He’s definitely the type to verbalize it often, but his actions are blatant testimony to how much he loves you.

#darry jenner x reader #darry Jenner #jeepers creepers 2001 #jeepers creepers #Justin long #imagines #headcannons #darry jenner headcannons #darry jenner imagine #darry jenner fluff #🧸#jeepers creepers headcannons #jeepers creepers imagine

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itsnamjoonssi · 3 years ago

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"the sweetest eyes" | Darry Jenner; part i

Why am I in love with Darry Jenner from Jeepers Creepers??? Look at this picture an tell me you don’t get it.

prompt: saving darry jenner. that is all.

warnings: gore, horror, angst ig

The creature had decided it wanted to make Darry “last longer” in a way, it’s injuries had taken longer to heal than expected

It simply plucked his eyes from his head in order to keep from damaging the rest of the boy

You had stumbled your way into the creature’s lair, an abandoned meat factory it looked like, after hearing the tortured screaming from within

You had been looking for a place to use the bathroom after 6 hours of non stop driving

You had just zipped up your pants when you heard the screams

you hid yourself and listened as the screams tapered off into sobs of pain and fear

Your heart clenched as the voice, belonging to a boy who sounded no older than you, pleaded and begged

What he was begging for you weren’t sure until you peeked around a broken down machine to see him hung up with chains, struggling to clutch at his face

You felt bile crawl up your throat at the grotesque sight of the boy’s eyeless and bleeding face

You covered your mouth and your eyes widened in horror as the creature stepped in view

You didn’t know how to describe the thing

It had dark, scaly skin

It stood above 6 feet tall

It had a huge pair of leathery wings folded behind its back

You squeezed your hands tighter around your mouth, whether it was to hold in a scream or your dinner remains to be seen, as the creature opened its hands

The boy’s eyes

It had the boys eyes in its hand, it slowly brought it’s hand up to its face and consumed them

The boys was still sobbing and you focused on him rather than the disgusting creature in front of him

“Please. Please, someone help me. Please.” his words were distorted and warped by his tears

You shook as you slowly put your hands down, help, he said

Your fingers dug into into the dirt and grime that collected on the floor of the old place

What should I do?

I can’t just leave him to die here

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a strange hissing sound, you fixed your eyes on the creature and found it staring at the boy

It started examining the boy’s body, almost as if it were trying to choose an item off of a menu

You knew you had to do something before it started hurting the boy further but what-

Then you saw it

A rusty pipe, one end deadly sharp while the other still held its original form

This is stupid, you thought as you reached out from behind the machine to grab it

It made a slight scraping sound against the floor as you struggle to grab it before you managed to clutch it to your chest

You knew the creature had heard it and held your breath as it no doubt studied the area and machine you crouched behind

You found a tiny hole through the machinery that let you peek through

The creature was indeed roving it’s eyes over everything in your direction, you struggled to calm yourself as it turned to take a step in your direction

But there was a hitch in the boy’s sobs as he registered the silence over the pain he felt

“H-hello? Trish, is- is that you? Please, please help.” he begged again, praying that the creature was gone and that maybe his sister had come to get him (he knew she wasn't there, he knew he would be dead soon but held onto the delusional hope)

The creature turned back to the boy and you let out a slow and quiet breath of relief

Of course your pulse skyrocketed again when the creature took a step towards the boy whose cries got more frantic as he realized the creature was still very much there and very hungry

You cursed in your head and readjusted the grip you had on your new weapon as you ever so carefully scurried behind a different machine

The creature was prodding at the boy and examining him with its hands now, gripping at the boy’s arms and ripping at the yellow shirt that hid his torso

You snuck closer and closer until your were barely three feet away from the creature and hidden behind an overturned table

Why it hadn’t heard you could probably be blamed on the boy and the eerie sound of a scratched record player

“Jeepers creepers, where’d you get those peepers?”

You can do this, you can do this, you thought to yourself though you felt tears filling your eyes as fear tried to take over your mind

You held your breath again to keep from hyperventilating and psyching yourself out

Alright in 3, 2, 1

But as you rounded the table and stood to your full height, the creature turned around

You felt absolute terror and surprise but resolved to go through with your half-baked plan anyways, at least i’ll be able to say i tried

The creature, though it had heard your shoe scrape against the ground and had readied itself to frighten whoever was foolish enough to try and attack it, was not prepared for the sharp pipe you wielded

It screeched and hissed in surprise and pain as your rusty weapon found a home in its eye

Its new eye

You blinked in surprise, that worked?

You didn’t allow yourself to think further on it as you wrenched the pipe free with a cry of effort and raised it above your head again to jam it into the creature’s other eye

Your aim, though true, was thrown off as the creature swiped at your stomach

As you turned slightly to avoid the blow your pipe lodged itself deep into the creature’s shoulder, deep enough that it came out the other side with a squelch

The creature’s claws had managed to glance off of your ribs and you cried out

The creature’s cries matched yours as it’s wing was pierced by the sharp pipe, it was close enough the the base of the appendage to seriously damage it

It roared and you scrambled away from it as it swung violently

You quickly searched for another weapon as the pipe was still within the creature

As you searched you could hear the boy voicing his confusion and fear at the sudden ruckus around him

You managed to find a pen on the ground

It was one of those fancy ones where you had to replace the ink when it ran out, you briefly wondered who would drop a such a nice pen in a meat factory but you quickly refocused on the creature

It had left you alone for the moment to try and remove the pipe from its body, hunched over and hissing it struggled to grasp the blood drenched weapon

You knew you had to strike soon or the creature might recover and then there would be no hope for you or the boy

You charged at the creature, the fancy pen held in your hand like a dagger

It turned at the sound of your footsteps, ready to defend itself

With a cry you plunged the pen into its remaining eye

you let out a short scream that the creature seemed to mimic as it managed to stick you in your thigh with its sharp talons

You ripped the pen from its eye and fell back a few steps as the creature brought a hand to its face

You watched it scream for only a moment before you dropped the pen and ran to the boy who had gone partially silent save for the gentle hiccups and sniffling that came from him

your hands found the chains that bound him and you mentally kicked yourself as he flinched violently at your sudden touch

“Hey, hey it's ok. I’m gonna get you out of here.” he seemed to focus on your voice

“Y-you- what? How did you- where’s the creature, it-”

“It’s uh-” you looked to see it stumbling away from the two of you in pain, blindly searching for something to hold itself up on

“It’s indisposed right now.” you panted, you could already feel the adrenaline fading and the pain of your wounds started creeping in

“You have to leave.” your head snapped up to look at the boy’s face, still unraveling his chains

“Why? No, you’re almost free, hang on-”

“You have to go, it’ll just follow me, hunt me if we get out. Save yourself.” he sobbed

You paused and stared at this tortured boy

He wanted you to save yourself at the cost of his own life

“What’s your name?” you asked having managed to untangle the chains from one of his arms

“D-darry, why?”

And as the creature roared and raved behind you, you promised whatever God was listening that you would save Darry

“I wanna know the name of the guy I might die for.” you joked, he let out a shaky laugh and you grinned before finally removing the remaining chains

He slumped down into your arms and one of your knees buckled, you stumbled back together and you struggled to straighten out only for a moment

Darry was a few inches taller than you and had layers of lean muscle on him, that and the combination of your bleeding leg and side made you quietly grunt in pain

“Ok, we’re fine. We’re ok, let’s go.” Darry nodded and you felt his chin brush against your forehead

when you glanced at the creature it was still tending to it’s wounds, blinded and screeching it was unaware of the two of you leaving

“Put your arms around me.” you murmured to the shuddering Darry

He wrapped his arms around you tightly and together you managed to run/hobble your way out of the creature’s lair

“Almost there, almost there.” you mumbled reassuringly to Darry whose arms had regained some strength it seemed as he clutched you tighter to him

You managed to drag him back to where you left your car and felt the stirrings of hope in your chest

You tripped slightly in your haste to lean Darry against the car

He was unprepared to do so and only tightened his arms around you, crushing you to him as you braced yourself with your hands on either side of him

You didn’t bother moving away from him as your hand dipped into your pocket to fumble with your car keys

“What’s- what’s your name?” Darry panted, his heaving chest pushing against your own tightly

He hadn’t really wanted to release you from his hold, part of him still thought he had gone mad from the pain of losing his eyes and was only imagining his small, sweet-smelling and sounding savior

“Oh, uhm, it’s Y/n.” you replied distractedly as you finally unlocked and opened the passenger door

You dragged Darry up from his leaning position and helped (more like pushed) Darry into the car

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.” Darry joked, releasing you as you huffed a laugh

“We’ll do a proper introduction later, Dare.” the nickname slipped out but neither of you paid attention to it as the screams of the creature had gotten quieter

Either it had started to recover or it was dying (you were almost positive it was the former)

As you ran around to the driver’s seat you wondered if you had any way to stop either of you from bleeding out

You scrambled into the seat and barely remembered to shut the door before driving off with a screech of tires

#jeepers creepers #darry jenner iamgines #darry jenner x reader #darry jenner #slasher fic #jeepers creepers imagines #one shot #headcanon #au

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bisexual-horror-fan · 9 months ago

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#LISTEN #HE IS #I AM SICK OF ACTING LIKE HE ISN'T FINE AS FUCK #BHF memes #No posts in so long #And then this #But deal with it #Darry Jenner #Jeepers creepers #Final boy x reader

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bjtch-craft · 3 months ago

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"So you're still into that dude?"

Darry Jenner x Male! Reader

SFW!!♡♡

☆ Summary: Two weeks after a romantic encounter, Darry Jenner has practically spiraled. Why? Because the boy he kissed hadn't brought it up, and he himself can't bring himself to bring it up! And not to mention he's never felt this way about someone before... let alone a guy!?

☆ Request: yes or no

☆ Genre: Angst to fluff

☆ Word count: 2,096

Warnings: Possible internalized homophobia? Other than that, pretty much nothing!!!

Authors note: This is basically a part two to the first Darry story!

Read Part one here!!!! :)

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It had been a total of two weeks since the night in the dorm and it had left Darry fucking confused, bewildered, fucking perplexed.

"Trish, you don't get it! He hasn't mentioned it at all! It's like it didn't happen..."

Trish let out a sigh and twirled the straw around in the empty glass that sat in front of her in the nearly deserted restaurant they sat in.

"Well you guys were drunk..."

"We were, but we weren't entirely shit faced." Darry replied as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well have you brought it up?"

"Well no."

"So why do you think he hasn't? He's probably waiting for you to mention it. I mean, he was the one that kissed you, right?"

"Yeah. But then come morning and he just asks me to leave because his roommate is coming back!"

"You guys live in the same building, same floor, same hallway it's not like you're never going to see each other again."

"True, but still he didn't talk to me for like three days... but."

"But?"

"But then we started hanging out like nothing happened, and Jesus, I can't get him out of my mind!"

"So you're still into that dude?"

"Yes. Without a doubt."

Trish rolls her eyes clearly annoyed.

"So talk to him about it."

"I'll try."

He didn't. That same Darry and [Name] hung out enjoying each other's company, and any time there was a perfect opportunity to mention the kiss, he backed out. Again after again after a mother fucking again!

And Darry hated himself for it. He stayed up for a while, staring at the ceiling of his small dorm, thinking of how he could mention it, the dates he would take him on, and the things he would do with him.

It was fucking crazy how one kiss which wasn't even on the lips made Darry go crazy. [Names] presents alone made him feel weak. When he would walk toward his dorm he could feel his legs become weak and felt as if he was about to collapse. For fucks sake after the first kiss his hands shook and his heart pounded any time he thought of him or when he had a class with him.

It was bad. He had it bad. Really bad. And he wanted [Name] he wanted to be with him but he was to afraid to bring up the kiss.

Darry and [Name] walked through the small college campus. A small breeze blew throughout the campus and a small drizzle came down upon them gently.

"Spring break is coming up you got anything planned?" [Name] asked adjusting the headphones that were drapped around his neck.

Darry went queit for a moment and shook his head "no".

"Why've you been so quiet all of a sudden? Like you've hardly spoken at all!"

"I'm just thinking." Darry said defensively.

"Of what?"

"Stuff."

"Like what?"

"I- about..." Darry paused for a moment and opened his mouth but still couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead of asking about the kiss, he idiotically said, "Never mind, it doesn't matter!" His tone lathered in annoyance.

"D-did I do something?" [Name] asked nervously, fidgeting with the CD player attached to his belt.

Darry scoffed and tucked his hands into his pockets.

"Did you... scoff?!"

"No."

"Y-you did! What do you mean no! What'd I do wrong Dar?"

The two boys stopped walking and turned to look at each other. Darry stared at [Name] with a look of pain and confusion.

"You seriously don't know?!"

"N-no? ... Tell me." [Name] said quietly.

"You-! You know what forget it. Forget it!"

Darry spun around on his heel and waltzed off, clearly upset and angry. [Name] stood there bewildered.

"Darry? Darry!"

[Name] took a step back and let a deep sigh as he felt tears begin to form in his eyes.

"Oh, God..."

[Name] knew what Darry meant. The kiss. The soft moment they shared in his own dorm. [Name] wanted to bring it up and talk about it, but he was scared. Scared that Darry would yell at him. Scared Darry would hurt him. Scared Darry would say, "I was just drunk. I didn't know what I was doing... I just don't like guys like that."

[Name] hadn't forgotten. How could he?! The feeling of Darry's chest to his back, the warmth he felt from being held, the feeling of being wanted by someone. He couldn't forget it. He knew he fucked up by asking Darry to leave when morning came but he needed to take time to reflect his feelings and if they were real.

Yes [Name] was scared, but so was Darry. He was dealing with his own emotions. Darry had always been "straight"... he thought. I mean, it was normal for a guy to pick a girl to have a crush on. Right? He'd never felt this anxious, this scared, this infatuated with someone before. It felt real. It felt right.

Days passed since they had that scuffle, and they hardly talked. They didn't talk at all, actually. They would pass each other in the halls and wouldn't say a word. Instead, they would glance at each other, their eyes meeting. Both of them feel a sense of dred in their stomachs.

And soon weeks passed. A total of two weeks. Fourteen days. Three-thirty-six hours since they last spoke. Darry felt their connection beginning to crumble and rot away. Darry stared up at the ceiling once more, remembering how good and right it felt holding him. Him. How good it felt holding another boy. It felt right?

It felt right. As if any other past relationships he had with girls meant nothing. They were nothing.

He imagined taking [Name] out to a park and having a small picnic, showing him off proudly around campus, introducing him to his parents, and so much more. But he felt as if he wouldn't be able to if he didn't talk to him again. He wanted to. So badly, he wanted to. He wanted him. But he couldn't bring himself to walk up to him and say one word to him.

Darry turned around and faced his wall and let out a soft sob. He was losing time. Every second counted when he was or was not with him.

Down the hall [Name] was suffering a similar fate.

[Name] layed there spread out on his mattress staring up at his ceiling a pair of head phones drapped around his head and his portable CD player next to him blasting "When You Sleep" By My Bloody Valentine.

How angsty.

[Name] felt guilty for avoiding Darry. For not talking about the kiss. For not being there for him when he's clearly confused. [Name] ran the palms of his hands over his face and let out a small groan as he remembered that night so vividly.

Brushing his fingers through Darry's soft hair, kissing his cheek, watching him blush, them holding each other as they fell asleep, their hands interlocked. It was everything to him. And now what? It's over? Just like that? All it took was them to stop talking, and now their friendship they built began to crack and crumble. [Name] wanted to talk. No, not wanted... needed to talk to him.

[Name] rolled over, looking toward the small alarm clock that sat on him and his roomates shared desk. It glowed in red number "12:36". He let out a sigh and sat up, taking off his headphones and stopping the CD player.

"Fuck it..." He whispered.

[Name] flung his feet off the bed and threw on a pair of socks before exiting the dorm quietly, making sure not to wake his roommate.

He walked down the hallway, which seemed to go on forever and ever, his heart pounding in his chest.

He stood in front of Darry's door, his fist raised, ready to knock on the door, a million thoughts in his head.

He's probably asleep. You shouldn't do this.

What if he doesn't see you the way I see him?

Does he even want to talk to me anymore?

Knock! Knock! Knock! [Name] took a step back, fidgeting with his fingers a sense of Déjà vu washing over him.

A minuet passed, and the door opened slowly, revealing Darry in nothing but a pair of boxers. Darrys eyes widened as he stared at [Name] and quickly cupped his hands over his groin as he felt his face begin to flush. [Name] glances at Darry's groin for a split seconds before looking away, staring down the hallway.

"I- uh- erm- I'm sorry for- for waking you up so late," [Name] says, flustered, still looking down the hall.

Darry steps into his dorm and looks around anxiously.

"It's okay! I wasn't asleep anyway... uh- do you want to... come in?"

[Name] nods his head and steps into the dorm room. Standing in the middle of the room, he nervously looks around as Darry closes the door.

Darry quickly walked toward the metal closet and slid the door open and pulled out a pair of shorts and a shirt, and threw them on.

"Uh- how've you been?" Darry asked as he hurriedly rushed over to his bed and pushed the papers and junk that lay on his bed to the floor.

[Name] timidly sat down on his bed and looked around the dorm from corner to corner.

"Darry can we not? I don't want to have small talk..."

"Oh."

Darry sat himself next to [Name] and anxiously looked at him.

"Look, Darry... I'm really sorry for everything. I-I-I kissed you and pretended like I didn't happen and kicked you out in the morning, and I'm sorry! I don't know why I did it but I did and I'm sorry! So fucking sorry. It's just- it's just that I was- I was scared!" [Name] took a deep breath before whispering under his breath "I was scared?" [Name] looked at Darry before continuing. "Listen I like you I really do but I was scared you wouldn't feel the same and just did all of that because you were drunk! And I was scared you'd get mad at me if I brought it up! And I'm sorry..." [Name] finished his voice cracking.

Darry looked at [Name] with so much pain and love in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight.

"It's okay. It's okay! Listen... I like you too. It's just that I'm sorta kinda confused because I've only dated and kissed girls before you. So when you came into my life and we had that moment, it was confusing, but it felt right. It's like it filled something that I've been missing."

[Name] pulled away and looked up at Darry through wet lashes and asked quietly, "You like me?"

"Mhm!"

[Name] wiped away his tears with shaky hands.

"I really do." Darry said as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on [Names] lips. "Is this okay?"

[Name] nodded his head as Darry went in for another kiss and placed his hand on the side of the other boys face as [Name] placed his hand on Darrys shoulder.

A million thoughts and feelings rushed through their heads. [Name] felt his heart beat speed up as he melted into the kiss, enjoying every second of the feeling of Darrys soft lips against his. Darry pulled away a big smile on his face.

[Name] looks at Darry, his face flushed, and his mouth agape. [Name] closes his mouth and licks his lips.

"Cherry flavored?"

Darry giggles softly.

"Yeah."

The room goes silent for a moment before Darry speaks up.

"Sorry I didn't do that sooner! But - uh, my roommate isn't coming back to night... and I remember you mentioned how your roommate keeps you up at night because he snores really loud."

"Is that- is that an invitation?!" [Name] chuckles.

"Maybe!"

[Name] blushes and looks around the room.

"I accept!"

Darry smiles at [Name] and runs a hand through his own hair before speaking up and saying.

"I actually am really sorry, though! I don't mean to repeat myself, but I was scared, you know... I've never felt this why for another dude, so all of these feelings and emotions were scary! But - but I like you! I really fuckin' do!"

[Name] leans in and places a tender kiss on Darry's lips.

"I really like you too."

That night, they lay in each other's arms their skin against one another, enjoying every breath, every second, and every sound they made together.

Together.

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Hey! I hope you guys enjoyed this story, and I'm so sorry if there's any mistakes because this shit is not proofread lmfao. So if you do find any, please let me know!!! :)

Edit: How we feeling if I make this shit a trilogy 😓⁉️

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