Summary: Bro Strider and Granda Harley, which is to say Dirk Strider and Jake English, have not seen each other for many, many years. Each think the other has forgotten the love that still hurts and burns inside them. Nightmares haunt them both, and all Jade and Dave know is their guardians miss someone dear to them. And they are determined to fix that.

Characters: Dirk (Bro) Strider, (Grandpa) Jake English, Jade Harley, Dave Strider

Pairing:Jake (Grandpa) x Dirk (Bro)

Rating: Rated M for some hardcore smut in some chapters

Hello friends! I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. I've been so busy these past months (or has it been a year?). Anyway, I promise I'll try and catch things up a bit more. Here's an idea I had a few weeks ago. I was listening to the song A Thousand Years by Christina Perri when I got the idea from the song. Sorry the chapters are pretty short (still more of a one-shot writer). Enjoy, please R&R, and I'll try to update soon!

-Alley Cat


You look out the window up at the night sky. It was a beautiful night, no clouds, the stars were out, and a full moon. Almost too beautiful. Everything else seemed normal, sitting in the apartment you had long ago been brought and raised in. Nothing different, nothing out of place. There was a knock on the door, and you went to answer it. The thought was put from your mind when at the door, was your friend, your best bro. The love of your lonely life.

"Golly good evening, Mr. Strider!" he exclaimed, his handsome deep green eyes sparkling at the sight of you. Just those eyes and his cheerful smile sent your heart racing and your muscles weak.

"Hey English. Come in." You invite him in, wondering why he was here. Indeed, he had not called and announced his arrival. This was a complete surprise, and it was making you jittery and nervous, though your stoic face would never show that. Instead, you ask him as you close the door, "So Jake, what brings you here?"

"Why, I brought a movie for us to watch! It's the latest scary movie, and I thought 'Well gosh, what better way to enjoy a spooky film than with your best friend!'" Oh, so that's why he came. You can't say your disappointed; you're happy he showed up. You just wished he showed up for a different reason. Though, you supposed, it would seem a little 'in your dreams' if he had just shown up in the middle of the night to tell you his undying love for you.

Nah, you were okay with just the movie for tonight. You nodded, and took the movie he was holding out to you, saying, "Alright. I'll go put the movie in, and turn off the lights. Go ahead and sit on the couch. You know the drill."

He smiled, because he indeed did know the drill. You two had had several movie nights like this before, wether planned or unplanned. It's what best bros did.

Putting in the DVD and turning off the lights just as you said, Jake took the remote and started the movie just as you sat down. You left at least three inches between you two, wanting to seem friendly but not giving away 'Oh my god Jake English, I am madly in love with you.' The movie started and you watched nonchalantly as blood splashed across the screen.


"Oh god...oh god! Dirk, did you SEE THAT? It moved so fast!"

The way Jake was clinging to you was providing no circulation for your brain, but you didn't mind. He was sitting close to you and holding you (albeit like a teddy bear), so you were happy.

"Calm down Jake, the monster is insi-ACK!" You were cut off as a girl's scream echoed from the movie, and Jake squeezed you tightly, cutting off your air supply. He held on tightly, and you flailed about, trying to escape his grasp. He didn't let go, and you gave up, going limp, just as the movie ended in a buzz of TV static.

Jake was your best friend, and your crush, but that wouldn't stop you from pulling the biggest prank on him in the history of pranks, as revenge for nearly choking you to death. As the TV went onto silent credits, you played dead, forcing yourself to take small, undetectable breaths, and keeping you eyes half open and glassy. Jake was so going to get it.

The said boy stopped shaking and whimpering, and released you slightly, cradling your slender body and staring at you.

"D-dirk?...what are you?...This isn't funny old chap!..." He was panicking now, not able to feel your breathing and certainly not thinking to check your pulse. "Dirk? Dirk! Oh god, the movie was cursed, it was haunted, and now he's dead...what have I-"

Fast as lightning, you reanimate and grab his shoulders, gurgling out a strangled shriek. Jake screamed as well, shoving you away from him. He only stopped when you were smiling, silently chuckling, to which he pouted angrily, saying, "Strider! That wasn't funny at all! Gosh darn, I almost had a bloody heart attack..."

He cut off, as did you, when you both realized you were giggling. It was a silly, girly sounding giggle, and god did you HATE IT. Now Jake had heard it when you let it slip. Congratulations, Dirk Strider. You officially look and sound like a dork.

As soon as you turned away and stopped smiling, Jake knew something was wrong.

"Old chap? What's wrong? I'm not that mad at you for the prank..." he said, concerned and moving closer to you.

"No it's just...I have a really stupid and dorky laugh and you just heard it..." You try to explain, but you blush anyways, embarrassed, sure he's going to laugh at you.

Instead, he says and does the thing you least expect.

"...I think it's adorable."

He kissed you.

Your mind shut down.

He was kissing you. Jake English was kissing you, Dirk Strider. You felt his tongue brush at your bottom lip, asking politely if he could invade you mouth.

Why are earth would you deny him? You let him in, opening your mouth and letting your tongue meet his, twining with it, rubbing against it, as the quiet room filled with the sound of you two breathing quickly and the quiet noises of your shared kiss, coupled briefly with the clack of Jake's and yours glasses as you removed both of them and set them aside.

Climbing into his lap, he pulled your hips down, and his crotch ground into yours. It felt good, lustfully good, as pleasure washed throughout your body. A moan escaped your throat, and you held the back of Jake's head, bringing him closer to further deepen the kiss. It felt so good, so good, and-oh god, was that a hand on your ass? Yes, he was running his hands along your ass, feeling up the surface and squeezing it slightly. You gasp, and he broke the kiss to lay you down on the couch. You don't protest, this has always been what you've only ever dreamed about. Your only hope was this wasn't another wet dream you'd wake up and be disappointed about.

You gasp again when you felt Jake slide a finger into your ass, moving it and stretching you. So preoccupied by your thoughts, you hadn't realized when he unbuckled and pulled down his and your pants and underwear. Now, you just tried to bear the small twinge of pain as he stuck in a second finger, scissoring you before sliding in a third and stretching you completely. Pulling his fingers out, you felt empty only for a second before Jake slid his entire arousal into you and the pleasure hit you full force.

You moan; it felt so good, so sinfully good all you can do is softly beg, "F-faster~" He complies, thrusting in and out at a quicker pace, hitting deeper with each thrust. Moans and grunts and the clashing of skin on skin played through the room, and you could hardly think through the delightful haze that clouded your pleasure fried mind.

Jake got rougher, more erotic, and god, you loved every second of it. He looked so sexy, so hot, with his tan skin dripping and his muscular body moving above you. You begged him to keep going, because damn, you were so close, and if you didn't cum soon you were sure you would die. You got your wish when barely a minute later, you came, splattering your shirt as you moaned, "J-jake...!"

In turn, a minute later, Jake moaned, "Oh, Dirk~" and spilled inside of you, the warm liquid filling you and causing you to shiver. You let your head fall back, letting out a tired breath as he pulled himself out. Your shirt was filthy, and you were exhausted, but Jake thought before you did. He pulled off your shirt, cleaning you up and slipping on your underwear, before slipping on his own boxers and picking you up bridal style to carry you to your room. He laid you down, and you curled up ready to sleep. He did not lay down with you, but kissed your forehead, whispering, "I love you." You were about to ask why he didn't lay down with you, when the worst possible thing happened.

He started to fade, melting into darkness. He had a sad look on his face, as he slowly became nothing more than a dim outline. You watched in horror, almost unable to say anything. When he was nearly gone, you found your voice.

"No..." You cry, "Jake! I love you too! Please don't leave me!" You try to move, but you were too tired, and your body to heavy. It felt like a thousand rocks were piled on your body, and you couldn't move, your arms and legs restrained while your body felt like it was permanently glued to the mattress.

The dark shadow that was left of Jake disappeared, along with the room, and everything in it. The walls slowly seemed to turn into air and disappear in darkness, the ceiling shrunk until it was nothing, and the floor even dissolved into black. all contents of the room vanished, along with the mattress you felt weighed down upon just seconds before the room faded. There was just you.

Alone.

It was no longer warm, no longer comfortable. You were floating in cold, prickling darkness, completely isolated. Something warm flowed down you cheeks. You were crying.

The tears flowed down your face and plummeting into the darkness below, no sound of them landing echoing back to you.

"Jake..." you whisper.

"Jake...Jake...no...JAAKE!"


Well, hope you enjoyed that. Sorry I'm a little rusty in writing fanfics, haven't had the time recently. I'll try to update within a week's time, in the meantime, thanks for reading, and please leave a review! It would help me out a lot.

-Alley Cat