#datty

[satanseth]

me before going to bed thinking of all the gay fanfics I could write but never will

[hadar-stormy]

‏‎#Jacksonstorm #datty #myedit #😍😍😍😍 #jacksonstormisgay💙💙 #hadar_stormy #inloveit #sexy __________________ _____ _____ _____ You love it?‎‏

[givmegudsuc]

Bruhcockoli

Choke me.

[pcychedelec]

Ice Cream

Based off a AU on Tumblr,   Dylan   I sat with my tounge hanging out of my mouth, consintrating hard on the game, clutching the controller with an iron grip. Beside me Matt showed the same expression, brows follded, nose scrunched, tounge handging from his lips. I smiled and nuddged Matt causeing his player to drive off the track, putting mine in first place. Matt looked at the screen in shock as I raced threw the finish line, his face began to turn red as he turned to me. "DYLAN!! THAT'S CHEATING!" He yelled, punching my arm, I laughed loudly watching as steam came from Matt's ears in rage. I held my arm. "Hey, that hurts!" I laughed loudly, rubbing the spot he hit, he smirked and started play fighting me, laughing along with my laughter. We faught for a while, laughing and playing, nearly breaking my Atari. "Kids, ice cream!" I could hear my mom holler, both our heads shot up at the sound. We looked at each other and smiled, bolting up and racing down stairs where my mom sat at the couch reading a book. She looked up at us, scolding us for running down the steps. "The ice cream truck is right outside, here." She said, pulling out a five dollar bill, handing it to me. I smiled and we both thanked her, running out the door to the ice cream truck parked down on the corner. "I'll race you!" I yelled, starting to run, Matt lauged and ran after me. "Don't cheat this time!" Matt yelled, running up on my heels.   "Loser!" I smirked, licking the drops of melted ice cream that ran down on to my hand. Matt smiled out of breath, licking a large chunk off the cone. Matt nudged my shoulder causing me to tilt my hand, the ice cream falling out of my cone. I looked at my emty cone, I felt my smile fade, Matt sat beside me his eyes wide. "Dylan, I'm so sorry, really." He said, holding on to my arm, I looked up grinning at him, watching the ice cream truck drive down the road. "it's okay, Matty" I said, feeling a small tear run down my cheek. Matt smiled and wipped it away, holding up his ice cream cone. "We can share!" He said, grabbing my empty hand in his, I showed my two missing front teeth as i smiled wide and took the cone, licking the melting ice cream off the sides of the cone.   "Hey matt, remember when we where five? When we sat here, sharing an ice cream cone?" I asked, holding on to the double popcicle that we shared, I could see the smile form on Matt's lips as he looksed off at the little ice cream shop accross the streat from where we sat on the curb. "One of my favorite memories." Matt said, rolling the gold ring on  his left hand. He looked up at me as I licked the side of the popcicle, he leaned over and kissed my cheek.

[pcychedelec]

Bang

This may be a trigger warning so, here have some sad Datty Dylan I lifted my chin up over the couch, searching for Matt. I sat back down and loaded another dart into my small Nerf gun, I smirked and ran for the kitchen. As I passed by the hallway leading to the bath room and bed room Matt's shadow lead a trail up the uposing wall from the bathroom door. I stopped running and stood against the wall near the door way to the hall. "Ohh MMATTYY!?" I yelled down the hall, I could hear a small click of Matt's Nerf gun, I smiled and poked my head around the door way. I instantly was met with a Nerf gun barel and Matt smirking. "Got you." He shot me dead center of my forhead. I let out an 'omf' and smiled, shooting Matt in the stomach, giving me enough time to throw down my gun and lung from around the corner to Matt. I wrapped my arms around his waist and tugged him up and over my shoulder. I could hear him laugh and drop his gun, I smirked and headed down the hall to our bed room. Matt and I laughed loudly as I threw him on the bed, crawling on top of him. Our laughing died down and I ran my hand up his torso, under his shirt. He smiled and crained his neck to kiss me, I instantly kissed back, his hands wrapped themselves around me neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss. Not a moment later a thud ran threw the house, I disconnected our kiss and looked behind me at the open door. Matt stiffened and let go of me, I stood as he layed propped up on his elbows. "I'll be right back, stay here" I whispered, going over to the door, I peired out into the hall, a tall figure stood in the living room searching threw some the book shelf by the tv. I sucked in a breath and went back into the room, Matt sat at the edje of the bed with a worried expression. I lifted my finger to my lips and walked over to the bed side table. I grabbed the base ball bat sat propped up next to the stand, I grabbed it and began to walk back out to the living room. I held the bat high, aprocking the man with causion, i could hear him curse and grummble in fustration as he couldn't find anything of value to him. I continud down the hall, finally getting to the end, stopping when the Nerf gun under my shoe made a snapping noise, alerting the man infront of me. Matt Snap no, please. click, this can't be happening. BANG Dylan, no. Slam DYLAN. It was dead center of his forhead

[pcychedelec]

I was thinking of random prompts and shit for HU fics and I think my favorite one i wanna write is this one: -Its a Datty fic btw- Matt and Dylan are dared to stay in an old haunted house, and the guys are actually ghosts and Dylan and Matt get it on and the ghosts are just sighing in disappointment at the gay shit goin' on.

[pcychedelec]

May or may not had made Syrion caller ID in my phone Matt and mine Dylan so we could be Datty, k

[pcychedelec]

Disease -2-

Just realized I never posted part two, so here we go, enjoy! dylans-butt ~=~ -Dylan's PoV- "DYLAN, LET ME FUCKING GO!" Matt yelled back, struggling against my grip that tightened around his arm. My chipped and cracked nails dug into the dry wall, Matt's face was pressed up against the plain tan color. Matt's silent sobbing earlier turned to violent tears as I pushed harder agaisnt him, I could see the pain in his eye as he looked in to my own. I let him go, steping back slightly, he stood against the wall for a moment before turning and looked at me. "M-Matt..." I whispered, his hand had gone to the wrist I previosly held, he rubbed it as it turned a light shade of red. I put my hands to my head, I fell back on to the aposing wall and slid down, I could hear footsets and the rustling of keys. I took my hands away from my face and brought my head up to see Matt slipping on a shirt and grabbing his coat. I started to stand but he had already left, the bedroom door was slammed shut behind him. "Matt..." I mummbled, holding my head once more, my phone then buzzed in my pocket. ' I'm going to one of the guys house, talk to  me when you have a right mind, Dyl.' was all the text said from Matt. I mummbled curses at myself and threw my phone across the room, it hit the pillows resting up on the bed. I stood quicky, getting  slightly light headed, I turned and threw a punch at the wall, it had made a large hole, dust and dry wall flew around my hand for a moment before I pulled my hand out. I waked over to the bed and grabbed my phone, texting someone quickly and walking out the room.   -Matts Pov- I took a cigarette out of and threw the rest of the pack into the seat next to me, I light it and saw that my wrist was turning bright red and slight shade of purple, I sighed and took a drag. I hit off my head off the stearing wheel and thought about where I should go, not wanting to wake or bother the other guys at this hour. I sat up and took a long drag of my cigarette, I punched the stearing wheel. Rage filled my mind and I began to punch the wheel repeatedly, my hair had come out of its neet bun and thrashed with the rest of my body. "FUCK!" I yelled, smashing my hand into the wheel, my arms and wrist hurt and started to throb along with my head. I put out the cigarette that was crushed in my fingers. I picked up my phone and diaed the first person in my contacts, Jordon. "Matt?" I could hear his groggy voice ask from the other line. "J-Jordon... can, can I come over?" I asked shakly, leaning my head back on the of the seat. "It's fucking 3 am, dude.." he yelled slightly. "I need out, please I'll explain later, just can I crash there?" I spoke, trying to calm my self, I wipped the tears from my eyes. Jordon sighed loudly on the other end of the phone line. "Yeah, sure.." he mummbled, I smiled a bit and thanked him before heading to his place. I pulled up into the drive way, one light was on in the two story house. I sighed and put my hair back in a bun and got out of my car, I mummbled curses as I made my way to the front door. I was about to knock but the door swung open, Jordon stood sleeply with a cigarette in his mouth. He motioned me inside and I walked in, turning and closing the door before I joined Jordon on the couch where he sat drinking a beer. "Alright, what happened?" He asked once I sat down,  sighing I leaned back. "Dylan is the fucking problem" "I'm guessing you found out then?" "Yeah, why the fuck didn't you tell me?" I asked, my voice getting louder with every word. "hey, calm down.. I wanted you to find out yourself, okay?" He said, putting his hands  up in surrender. I huffed and rested my head back on the couch, I looked over at Jordon who had stood up and walked out the room. He came back a moment later with his cigarette sticking out of this mouth and a comfiter and pillow in his hands. He handed them to me and then put out his cigarette out in the ash tray. "Thanks, Jordon" I mummbled, taking the pillow and throwing it up against the arm rest. He walked away and flipped me off before going up the steps and back in to his room. I layed down and though about Dylan the entire night, not getting more than an hour of sleep before nightmares woke me. I sat at the kitchen, sipping a cup of black coffee at the small island in the middle of the room. A few moments bast before I heared Jordon shuffle down the steps and make his way into the kitchen. He looked at me and I motioned to the hot pot of coffee in the machine on the counter behind me. "Randi not up yet?" I asked "Nah, she needs her sleep." He mummbled, sitting down next to me. "Hey, you might want to check up on Dylan today..." "No, I wanna give him his space before I talk to him... let him sober up a bit." I murmured, resting my head on the edje of the table as Jordon put his hand on my back, patting it. "I'm still worried that he did, or will do, something stupid.." Jordon spoke after a several moments of silence between us. I nodded and sighed loudly, sitting back up and drinking some more of my coffee. "Wanna go with me then? I really don't wanna go alone after last night.. " I asked, holding my wrist that was already brused "Yeah man, sure." He said, standing up and walking out the room, probably to get dressed. I stood to, walking back out to the living room and grabbing my phone. I turned it on to see several messages from Dylan, most reading, ' come home, baby please' or ' we need to work this out' but as I read further I saw that his texta got worse, some reading, 'fine, fuck you!' or 'Matt, I sware to fucking god, come home' I stopped reading there, afraid of what else he sent to me. I placed my hand on the top of my head, breathing out shaky breathes as I paced back and forth, waiting for Jordon who came down dressed moments later. "Ready?" He asked, I nodded and grabbed my coat.