Chucky Series Shorts

Head Massager 

I might be uploading less for a bit because I started a South Park oneshot book and I want to get started on it. But I promise I won't forget about this fandom and I'll try to get work out when I can!!

I feel like it's been a minute since I published something so here's short fluff oneshot with you favorite homos (Jake and Devon, duh)

They're older in this. Maybe like 19-20. They got their own house so yeah.

"Hey Jake!"
Devon greeted as he walked through the front door.

"Hey, Devon. How was lunch with Lexy?"
Jake asked, smiling but not looking away from the blank piece of paper in front of him.

"It was good. We went to Applebee's. What are you working on?"
He replied.

"Nothing much. I'm still trying to get a sketch down. I just can't get anything good."
The curly haired boy mumbled.

Devon looked down at the paper. Erased pencil lines practically covered the page, along with eraser and pencil shavings. He looked back at Jake, only able to see his side profile. Stress, disappointment, tiredness, and a bit of anger could be seen in his expression. Jake has been fixated on this project for about a week now, procrastinating until today. But it seemed like he wasn't going to get anywhere. Maybe he wasn't motivated or had too much on his plate. He knows Jake hasn't got much sleep last night because he just couldn't sleep and he was focused on finishing this painting he forgot he started almost two months ago.

Devon had to think of something quick to draw his attention away from this art thing Jake was so focused on. It took a minute but he remembered the weird thing Lexy gave him earlier during their lunch. It was a metallic stick with these things sticking out of it. Devon thought it looked like spider legs or maybe a whisk. He didn't exactly know how to describe it but he thought Jake would know what it was. So, he pulled it out of his bag he brought to show him.

"Look at what Lexy gave me! I have no idea what it is but she said it's supposed to relieve stress and calm people down, and I know you've been stressed lately."
Devon said, setting the boxed item in front of him.

"It's a head massager."
Jake confirmed, picking the box up.
"And I'm not stressed."

"Yeah, sure. Of course you aren't."
The boy sarcastically responded.
"Even if you aren't stressed, Lexy did also say that it's supposed to help people sleep, and I know you only got like three hours of sleep last night."

"You know I don't sleep much. I'm like never tired." The taller boy claimed.

"Yeah, and that's a problem. I'm your boyfriend, it's my job to make sure you're happy and healthy. And right now, you don't seem like either of those." Devon joked, kissing the top of his head as he wrapped his arms around Jake's shoulders.

"I've never been healthy, not mentally at least. And I'm physically healthy! And I'm not happy because I can't think of any ideas for this stupid project I thought of! It's just so hard to draw it how I want it to be drawn!"
Jake exclaimed, tangling his fingers in his hair and slightly pulling on it.

"Don't pull your hair, you'll lose it faster. Just relax. You need more sleep and I'm a bit exhausted as well."
He yawned.

"Maybe try coffee for once. It's a life changer. And I'm not tired, just let me get this sketch done and I'll lay with you."

"That's not an option. You started this project before I left and I was gone for two hours and you still don't have anything on the paper. Maybe, you should stop letting all these thoughts you have run around in your mind and take a break. There's nothing wrong with that."
Devon said, ignoring the coffee comment.

Jake grumbled, before getting up; grabbing the massager.
"Yeah, alright fine. I'll take a short nap but right when I wake up, I'm coming back down here to work on my project. And I will get a sketch done by tonight!"

"Fine by me. As long as you take a break and calm yourself."
The dark skinned boy smiled, grabbing Jake's hand and pulling him up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Devon quickly changed into some pajama pants and a hoodie, Jake taking his time to change into matching pants and a band tee. Devon climbs into bed, waiting for Jake to finish getting dressed and to lay on top of him so Devon could cuddle him and shower him in kisses like they did almost every night. When he did, Devon did just that, cuddling him and kissing all over him and playing with his hair. God, Jake loved it when Devon messed with his hair. And Devon was just obsessed with it as well.

  The boy looked at the bedside table, seeing the massager where Jake sat it before getting changed. Devon quickly grabbed it and took it out the box.

"What are you doing?"
Jake asked, mumbling. Yep, he was definitely sleepy, Devon could tell.

"Nothing, just relax."
He replied, pulling the metal object out the cardboard package, throwing the box aside. He placed it on top of Jake's head, twisting and turning it and pulling it out of his hair, just to put it back in.

"What's that?"
The boy asked, touching the top of his head.
"Oh, it's the head massager."
Jake added, wrapping his arm back around Devon's waist.

"Yeah, does it feel good?"
Devon wondered, stopping to wait for Jake's answer; who just nodded and whined.

  He pulls the blanket up more, covering up Jake almost completely, as it reached up to his chin. Jake liked being covered up like that so he just hummed in satisfaction. Devon reached his other hand under Jake's shirt and rubbed his back, still having the head massager on his head.

  Jake was slipping in and out of sleep, wanting to stay up but the sleepiness rushed over him like a wave, making it hard for him to stay awake. Finally, he closed his eyes, almost fully asleep. His breathing slowed, becoming heavier than it naturally was.

  Devon took the head massager on and took his hand out his shirt, getting an angry whine from Jake, going back to sleep after showing his annoyance. Devon softly chuckled, putting the metal item on the bedside table and laying his hands in Jake's hair.

"I love you."
Devon mumbled, kissing the top of his head again.

"I love you too."
Jake murmured back, the grip around Devon's waist loosening a bit. Devon should've gotten one of these massagers sooner.