what if I kissed you gay style what then
simply put, I'd evaporate. I mean if you kissed me at all rn I might or might not be able to handle it, but GAY STYLE ??? I would cease to exist.

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what if I kissed you gay style what then
simply put, I'd evaporate. I mean if you kissed me at all rn I might or might not be able to handle it, but GAY STYLE ??? I would cease to exist.
Dandelion Heart Main Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson Rating: Explicit Status: Complete Word Count: 18k Summary: Louis never lets TJ see him cry, always making sure to put on a brave front for the little boy. Even when TJ cries that he wants his mama or daddy, even when Louis is barely holding it all together, he makes sure that he never shows it.
Louis knows the pain won’t go away anytime soon. He also knows holding on to all this is bound to burst out of him sooner or later, but for now, it works.
For now, it’s the only thing he can manage.
Or: After his sister’s death, Louis is granted full custody of his 4-year-old nephew, TJ. It isn’t easy, but with the help of TJ’s other uncle, Harry, they learn to make it work.
Written for the @bottomlouisficfest! ❊
Dandelion Heart for the title thing?
Dandelion Heart
warnings: sweet, sweet wincest.
The sun is warm on their faces. They lay in the middle of the field, the blanket soft underneath them. Wine glasses and bottle, now all empty, lay beside them.
Sam’s giggling as he laces his fingers together with his brother’s.
“What, Sam?” Dean can’t help but giggle back.
“You’ve got dandelion in your hair.” Sam leans forward and blows gently on Dean’s face. Dean closes his eyes and feels the warm breath caress his skin. Dean, see, he loves Sam. He feels it in his soul. He grips Sam tighter and pulls him close.
“Damn, Sammy,”
Sam giggles again, clearly drunk on the wine.
“My wish came true, Dean. The wisps floated away.”
Dean opens his eyes and smiles wide. He feels love surge through him. It’s almost indescribable. He gently cups Sam’s face, stroking his cheek with his thumb.
“Yeah, baby? What did you wish for?”
“For this,” Sam breathes out again and Dean inhales the sweet scent that is pure little brother. Sam leans forward and presses his lips to Dean’s. Dean responds. Their lips slide together in pure passion.
They fit perfectly together. Like it was meant to be.
‘I miss you , do you miss me?‘
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