Jackson Storm x reader 💙🖤

Really?

You were in one of the spare rooms in Storms house, that room in particular had become practically a home away from home to you. Any time you needed a place to stay or just wanted to spend the night, Storm was more than willing to give up a room for you. You were sitting on the end of the bed, just twiddling your thumbs, not doing anything of interest as if you were there waiting for something or someone. But even if you were waiting, you couldn't remember who or what for.

After a few minutes of just sitting there, Storm came through the door "So that's where you were." He said as if he had been looking for you. "Should have known you'd be up here." With that he slowly strided over to you at the end of the bed. "Mind if I take a seat?" He asked in a tone of voice comparable to the imagery of smooth, dark chocolate, flowing almost effortlessly throughout whatever was containing it.

"Sure." you said in a voice that wasn't quite yours, in a tone that you had never heard before.

With that Storm had taken a seat right on your lap. Not what you were expecting, but you weren't complaining. What he did next caught you off guard a bit though. He gently cupped your face in his hands, with a completely adoring look on his face. "You're so pretty," He said, sounding incredibly infatuated with you. "So handsome, so gorgeous..." His voice made him sound like he was melting. " Y/N, can I kiss you?"

Before you could even process what he had said that same voice that just barely resembled yours answered him. "Of course, you can. With lips like that you can kiss me as much as you want... anywhere you want."

"Anywhere?" He asked, glancing downward.

"Anywhere." You confirmed.

Without a second thought Storm slid off your lap, and down onto his knees. You liked where this was going.

***

"Y/N?"

"Hmm?" you moaned groggily and turned over a bit to see who had called your name. Then you realized that all that was just a dream. Of course Storm wasn't kneeling in front of you unbuttoning your pants, grabbing your hips, rubbing your thighs and spreading your legs apart, all while maintaining just the right amount of eye contact... He was peeking out from behind the door, with one of his blankets over his shoulders, looking like a five year old going to tell his mommy he 'few up'. 

He stepped a little further into the room. "Well uhh, I know it's late and you're probably just annoyed that I woke you up and you probably just want me to leave you alone so you can go back to sleep and you-"

You sat up a bit more so you could look him in the eye, "What do you want Storm? I'm not annoyed and I don't care that you woke me up," That was partially a lie, he interrupted one hell of a dream after all. "But you seem a bit worried. What's wrong?"

He sighed and stepped even further into the room, pulling his blanket-cloak closed. "It's a bit embarrassing and 'childish' I guess, so you have to promise not to laugh at me." He huffed, breaking eye contact and staring at the floor.

"It's ok Storm, I won't laugh. No matter what it is." At this point you were half expecting him to tell you he threw up, or something along those lines.

"Look, I just can't stop thinking about this one thing and I can't sleep... so I was wondering if you'd let me stay in here? I'm not kicking you out or anything but uhh, maybe I could spend the night in here with you?" He managed to say, still refusing to make eye contact out of embarrassment.

"Oh for the love of god Storm, of course you can stay here with me! It's not a big deal." You pushed over, pulled back the covers and patted the empty space beside you, as an invitation for him to come over. Once he made his way over and sat down on the bed he thanked you for letting him stay with you. "No problem, you ever need anything, don't be afraid to come to me."

"Yeah, about that," he said, pulling the covers into his lap. "Could I like, vent to you for a bit? I get it if you say no, it's late and you've got your own shit to deal with but like, I wanna talk to someone about this kinda stuff and I know I can trust you. Ya know?" Woah. Storm never  let himself seem even the slightest bit vulnerable, but all of a sudden he was asking to spend the night with you and if he could vent to you? Whatever was bothering him sure was serious.

You scooched a little closer to him and held your hand out, silently offering him to take it, and to your surprise, he did. Normally you would have been too scared to do something like that, but you knew being vulnerable like Storm was hard. You felt as if being a little vulnerable as well was the least you could do. Now you gently held both his hands in between yours. "Storm, buddy you can vent to me all you want and I'll listen as long as you want me to." Despite your heart beating so fast it felt like it was about to beat right out of your chest, you kept your composure. "I know what it's like to feel like you have no one to talk too, and, if I can help it, you won't have  to know what it feels like too."

Storm looked like he was about to cry. He sniffled a bit and tried to wipe the tears from the corner of his eye with his shoulder "Really? You mean it?" He paused and sniffed a bit more, struggling to hold back the tears now. "You really care about me enough to sit here and listen to me talk about everything that's wrong with me?"

"Of course I do."

And with that, the flood gates broke. He leaned over and cried into your shoulder, choking out sobs and hiccupping. Then you nudged him up into your lap and wrapped your arms around him for a comforting embrace. Within seconds he had flung his arms around you too, he clung on so hard you could barely breathe. But that was ok, something told you he hadn't been held like this or cried like this in a while.

*Gilda notes*

"I like pineapple"