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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Aftercare with Zoro (Post Aphrodisiac Sex) (FLUFF/BIT OF SMUT)

This is a continuation of THIS FIC. I recommend reading that before reading this!

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Lots of fluff, Kissing, Amazing Aftercare, Zoro spills his true feelings to the reader, Smut at the end

Enjoy!

“Fuck..” Zoro huffed out feeling groggy, lifting his head from your sweaty neck, he stared off at the open window until his sight was cleared seeing the sun was barely visible on the horizon, the sky transition to mostly dark. He mentally cursed at himself then wondered how long they were out?

“The hell happ—- oh shit Y/N!” He looked down to see you sleep under him, his hissed feeling his cock was still buried inside you and nothing but a wet mess between you both. He looked around the semi empty living room for his swords that were laid by the door, both of your clothing all over the room plus ripped off buttons. His mind was fuzzy and he slowly got up off you, gazing at your wet and limp naked body. Your chest was raising and lowering harshly and your brows were furrowed, Zoro got off the couch and threw his jacket over your body. He didn’t sense anybody around so he wondered the house to see where the bathroom was and seen it was a decent size.

He turned on the hot water for you in the tub, but after waiting for so long there was still none. Zoro groaned in annoyance rubbing the top of his nose,

“Zoro?” Your Voice rang in his ears making him nearly sprint to you, “Oh there you are.”

“H-hey, Y/N.” He hisses your forehead, patting it before sitting on the couch next to you, “You’re sore you shouldn’t move much.”

“That’s, “ You yawned rubbing your eyes letting Zoro curl you into his chest, “Okay…you feel better though?”

“Uh yeah um….Im good.” His hands traveled up and down your arm lost in thought for a moment.

“So you was just walking around the house naked while I was sleep?”

“N-no! I wanted to draw you a bath…”

“Oh? You don’t usually do that.” You teased brushing your finger on his scar.

“Well,” He began to grumble noticing he doesn’t in fact do that. He doesn’t do a lot of things for you in terms of being a boyfriend besides protect you, you’ve always been grateful for that but this little gesture made you smile. “The stupid bathroom doesn’t have hot water—“

“Of course it doesn’t this place is abandoned. But..if you really wanna bathe me that bad then..”

You stood up and threw off his jacket standing proudly with your body covered in marks, Zoro got an eye full of you in your naked glory then looked away embarrassed, “let’s go in the lake!”

“That’s even colder, woman!”

“Don’t care. Let’s go pick me up!”

Zoro side eye’d your figure, trying to resist being so blushed seeing as you have no issue being naked around him even if it’s not sexual intent behind it.

He huffs picking your up bridal style and heading to the clear lake, it was beautiful, it was beside a small waterfall and the reflection of the moon bounced off setting a pretty lighting,

“See. It’s not that cold.” You hummed feeling the Luke warm water hit your skin. You started to feel a bit more awake so you let go of Zoro and fell inside the water, “can’t get my hair wet though SO DO NOT SPLASH ME!”

“Whatever..” he hissed leaning back on a rock to stretch out. “We can’t stay too long we’re supposed to be leaving tomorrow.”

“I know…” you whined, “I like it here though…oh lookie it’s fish over there!

You played in the waterfall by the pretty fish and Zoro watched you, you looked so happy and content. Hopefully you really weren’t too mad that the date didn’t go as planned. Zoro also knew he had to apologize for how he acted, maybe he took it too far seeing how you have way more bruises on your body than the usual sex you have.

It was a heavy weight of guilt on his chest he needed to clear out.

“Oi, Y/N.” He called out to you making you swim over to him, you looked like a beautiful little mermaid, you got the back of your hair wet making your back curls shrink even more, you’re beautiful big eyes were almost sparkling to him.

Zoro will Never admit this but when you both started dating you began to look more beautiful in his eyes somehow. It nearly freaked him out how stunning you were compared to other women when it happened.

“Yessssssss” You hummed dragging your body over to his chest, he sat you on his lap and quietly splashed some water on your chest and neck. “Hey I told you no splashing !”

He ignored you and continued to lightly splash and massage your body not making eye contact, “Do you remember what happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t…have—-I don’t remember us having sex that much. I have a few ideas of what I did but all I can fully remember is throwing you against the wall and then…on the couch…I didn’t…I didn’t hurt you did I?…I mean woke up and seen you I thought I almost killed your ass..scared the shit out of me..but..I don’t know I hope I didn’t. I knew I should have just listened to you and not—-“

You jumped up to grab the back of his neck and kiss him. It was so cute to hear him so concerned you couldn’t help but to give him a little smooch, “No you didn’t hurt me idiot. I liked it…a lot. But I’m not ganna give you all the juicy details of what you did to me…”

“Why not?! I need to know!”

“No you don’t..” you rubbed his lips over your thumb, “It’s too vulgar…but just know you made me feel soooo good.”

He gulped so loud you could hear it, and you wasn’t for certain but at least 90% sure his Dick twitched at your slurry voice making you giggle.

“This was a good date Zoro. ‘Was really fun, it didnt go as planned, but I enjoyed myself.” You kissed his cheek sitting back down on his lap.

Zoro looked down at you, “You don’t have to lie…I know I fucked up our date.”

“The hell i have to lie about we found this amazing little house, by a lake, you screwed my brains out I really have no complaints.”

“Yeah but…I…sometimes I feel like I’m not…what you need.”

You blinked up at him. “Not what you need?”

“I know I’m not…like that kinky love cook showering you with affection everyday. And I see how much you smile when he calls you those stupid little pet names and sometimes I think if you’d like me to do that but I just can’t. It’s just not my thing. I don’t care to go on dates, I don’t like being all lovey dovey but ..I do…I do uh….”

Zoro struggled for a while to speak how he truly felt about you, for a long time in fact he knew he wasn’t good with words, hell, he never even told you the big three words before because he felt too embarrassed to do so even though you tell him all the time, so he just showed his love for you through actions and quality time. Today he wanted to push himself to step up his game as being your boyfriend by taking you on a decent date and finally confess his love for you, but of course he ruined it again.

“Zoro I…”

He wrapped his arms around you and just sat there for a moment, shutting his eyes tightly as his heart was beating through he chest,

“I love you, Y/n.”

Zoro’s words sounded nearly unsure, but that wasn’t the case and you knew it. His face was warm against your tummy, and his grip tightened sensing your lack of response.

“I…I love you too, Zoro…so much.” He didn’t want to look back up at you an you could tell by the way he just buried his head further into you like a little baby Koala. You let out an airy giggle and patted his head. “I love you, Roronoa Zoro.”

“Tch…why’d you have to say my full name?” He mumbled squeezing your ass cheek.

“Because I love you. All of you. You can give me a headache sometimes—“

“You’re the headache—“

“Shut up I’m speaking— you can give me a headache. But that’s one of the many reasons I love you. You’re what I want. I don’t want Sanji, I don’t want Luffy, there is no man in the sea I want besides you. I know your dumbass can’t express yourself how you want sometimes but I knew that before I dated you & if I felt like I couldn’t handle it I wouldn’t be with you soooooo—-hey. Look at me.” You grabbed his warmed cheeks making him do a pouty lip, “I don’t care about what you can’t do or won’t do for me. I know what you’re capable of doing and that’s what I like. Plus I knew you were willing to make an effort to make me happy by taking me out on a date. And I really loved this date. I just love spending time with you, idiot so stop acting like I want somebody else I only want you, you ass.”

You managed to get a chuckle out of him which in turn made you laugh. You missed his stupid smile. Zoro pulled you back down and kissed you. It was so slow and sensual feeling his tongue dance around your mouth. He never kissed like this before. It wasn’t harsh or full of lust like it was earlier. It was more gentle, passionate, slow. Your head became fuzzy, you didn’t taste the alcohol on his breath anymore so he couldn’t still be effected by the aphrodisiac.

“Since I don’t remember fucking you earlier…how about you remind me….”

You swear if you wasn’t in the water you would have probably gotten wet already.

“Oh so you don’t remember me saying….’fuck me then’…? Hm?” You purred in his ear already palming his semi hard cock, making him groan in the back of his throat.

“Well… remind yourself Zoro….

Fuck me then…”

He snapped open his eyes to crash his lips back onto yours, “Comehere..” Zoro didn’t waste any time holding you up by your hips and sliding you down his shaft in the water, “Wrap your arms around me.”

You did as told and Zoro began to work his hips up into you. You still felt a sting of soreness from a few hours ago, but it was a pain your were willing to endure for just a little while longer to cum on his cock.

“Z-Zo…”

Zoro squeezed your ass making you arch your back so he could suck on your bouncing nipple. His hot tongue latched on swirling and nibbling on it, as you began to grind on him making you moan out pressing him further into your chest.

You couldn’t stop moaning out his name, clenching down on him having his voice groan in between your breast. He felt himself cumming by how hard you kept clamping down on him and he knew he wanted to feel you cum with him so Zoro brought his thumb down to rub on your clit.

“Zoro im Close! Ah!” Your words were broken, the water was splashing and echoing in the secluded area, your toes began to curl feeling your orgasm approach —

“Common Just Like that—fuck—cum with me baby—“

He pulled you closer having you bounce up and down on him. You both were panting heavily, eye lids heavy as you cupped his jawline to kiss him again moaning in his mouth.

After you both came down and rode off your highs, Zoro yawned noticing the sun was long gone and it was time to head back to the ship before Luffy decides to make another search party for you both.

“You Gatta carry me back…you promised.” You murmured slumped on his shoulder.

“Fine…”

He put you on his shirt since yours was ripped apart

And walked you both back to the Sunny, he told you that you could just go to sleep and he’ll put you to bed when y’all arrive but you knew good and well he’d be walking all night with you so you help guiding him back.

When you both arrived in your room Zoro placed you on the bed, your body was absolutely spent and so was his, but before he took off his pants to cuddle you to sleep you sat up, “Hey…look it.”

You pulled out the sake bottle from the house and Zoro ‘s eye went wide, “You took it?!”

“Well yeah it’s a little memento…” You placed it on your nightstand to admire it, “Neither of us won’t drink it BUT it’s a little reminder of our first date.”

“You’re so annoying…Today does not count as a first date!” He grumbled getting into your bed to hold you.

“Do too.”

“Do not!”

“Do to.”

“Do not!”

“…do too.”

“Y/N!”

#one piece #TimikosZoro #one piece headcanons #one piece smut #black reader #one piece x female reader #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro hcs #zoro headcanons #zoro scenario #zoro imagine #one piece zoro #ronoroa zoro #zoro fluff #zoro smut

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gowonders · 8 months

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pervy childhood best friend soobin has been rotting my brain recently,,,

conflicted by his adoration for his best friend and the nasty thoughts and feelings he has for her ><

long night ♥ c.sb

minors dni with this post!!

warnings: fem reader, perv soobin (duhhh!!), pillow humping (soobin :p), small mention of scent, size and bulge kink i think!!!

GASSSPPP YOU ARE SO RIGHT. this actually had me screaming for a second 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 also lmk if you don’t like this because i can totally rewrite it!! it was just a quick little drabble i wrote in between assignments :3

soobin who’s known you since forever, soobin who’s grown up with you.. soobin who painfully notices how you’ve changed as you grown.. not emotionally— physically.

when you hang out at the park near his house, and it’s a little too warm, so you wear shorts, he notices the way your thighs squish together against the bench, or the way they slightly spill out from the denim.. making poor soobin have to cover his hard on with the folded blanket you brought to lay in later..

or when soobin comes over to your place to swim and inevitably.. you’re wearing a swimsuit.. thankfully, you’re at least wearing shorts? but those don’t even leave room for imagination, the way he can see the swell of your ass under the hem, or the way your cleavage shows in the swim top just enough.. what was going on with him? he just couldn’t stop thinking about his best friend in this light, he couldn’t help but admire your body.. and he definitely couldn’t help thinking about it when he got off with his fist, imagining it was yours instead..

you were his best friend. since childhood. it was wrong to think about you like this.. but it couldn’t be helped! you were just so perfect. not only your personality, but your body. he imagined the way your tits would roll under his larger hands, or how your pretty tummy would show a bulge when he fucked you so right.. the thoughts kept coming— it’s like his mind was always clouded with them, all he could think about was you.. and how he needed you. so bad.

so later, after you were both done swimming, you were both sat in your room, still cold and wet from the pool.

“i’m gonna shower, soobin! you’re cool in here by yourself, yeah?” you say, running your fingers through your wet hair. which leads soobin to quickly think about what those fingers are used for… until he nods quickly and gives you a smile. “yeah, yeah!! i needed to change anyways.” he says with a chuckle at the end, with all these thoughts blooming in his head, he’s gotten really good at hiding everything from you. which is definitely for the better.. if you knew what he thought of you, lord knows what’d happen..

you give him a thumbs up as you leave the room and head to your bathroom. alone. as soobin changes, he keeps eyeing your pillows. the ones you sleep on every night, maybe even drooled on a bit…?

he wastes no time sitting on your bed, fingers gently grabbing your pillow, is this wrong? of course.. but it was as close as he could get to you for now… with a swallow, he places the pillow on his lap and starts rubbing into it, biting his lip as he holds in his groans. the thought of you being only a few feet away, wet and nude really spurred him on, not to mention how you looked in your cute little swimsuit earlier.. he humped your pillow to reckless abandon. this was all so wrong, really.. but it’s not his fault, as you develop more.. he is too!! and it’s also not his fault you’re just so perfect and pretty and hot and—

his release hit him like a truck. maybe it was the smell of you on the sheets around him.. but that was faster than he thought.. and oh.. the sticky mess in his briefs. he’d have to deal with that the rest of the night..

he spots you coming back from the shower, pretty bare face and wet hair, clad with an oversized shirt (that you totally stole from him..) and shorts.. this was gonna be a long night.

#gowonder: answered!#gowonder: smut #txt #txt smut #txt x reader #soobin #soobin smut #soobin x reader

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luigisblueoveralls · 1 year

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First Shower

Luigi x Reader

Summary: After you and Luigi's first time having bedroom fun, you decided you needed to refresh yourselves in the shower.

Notes: SFW, just fluffness and shy but loving Luigi. This is a part 2 to the First Time 🔥 post I did a few days back. Hope you all enjoy!

(F/S)=Favorite Scent

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You scurried into the bathroom and turned the shower water on, with Luigi behind you as well. The both of you were both relieving what happened in your minds, and you both enjoyed it so much. It was a perfect first time. You turned back around to see Luigi was already staring at you. He quickly averted his eyes, realizing he was caught peeking at your body.

"Lui, you can stare. I don't mind." You reassured him.

Luigi bashfully chuckled as you checked the water temperature. Perfect. You turned and Luigi was standing there, waiting patiently while having his hands together.

"You ready?" You asked him.

He nodded, with his face covered in a shade of pink. This was definitely a different type of intimacy for Luigi and you can tell he was nervous about it. You stepped in but Luigi didn't follow you in.

"Come on, Lui!" You called for him.

You could hear Luigi take a deep breath in and then out and then he stepped inside the shower with you.

"Oo ah! A little toasty there!" Luigi cried out as soon as the warm water hit his back.

"Oh, it's not that bad." You reassured him.

Once Luigi got used to the water, he got up close to you, your naked chests nearly touching each other.

"You okay?" You asked him since he was flustered pink.

"Yeah, yeah. I am. You're just so beautiful, (Y/N)." Luigi told me.

You couldn't help but blush from his statement.

"So are you." You told him, poking his chest.

Luigi chuckled in response. Luigi was tall and not necessarily skinny. He had some pudge on him, but even then, he was still insecure with his body. He has told you that from the get-go, but you thought he was the most handsome man in the world. You then grabbed some of Luigi's shampoo, squirted some into your hand, and rubbed your hands together.

"Ready?" You asked him.

Luigi nodded as he leaned his down lower for you. You then lathered the shampoo all into his hair, massaging the soap into his scalp and hair. You wanted to make his short, brown locks squeaky clean for your fingers to run through when you are going to sleep. That was his favorite thing to go to sleep to was you running his fingers through your hair. It soothed him and helped him relax. You then took a tiny drop of shampoo and massaged the soap into his mustache, making the both of you giggle.

"Your mustache is so long, but it looks so good on you." You complimented Luigi, making him giggle.

"Does it really? I've always wondered what I would look like without it, but it's become my thing at this point." Luigi said while twirling it.

"Don't ever get rid of it!" You joked while poking him playfully and Luigi laughed in response.

You forgot how ticklish he was, but it was honestly so cute of him. Luigi then backed to under the shower head and rinsed all of the shampoo off of him. As the soap trinkled down his body, you couldn't help but admire him. Y'all have been together for a while now, and you hoped you both had many years to come. Luigi had hints of proposing to you, and you aren't in any rush to do that for you know a ring, wedding, and a honeymoon cost a lot of money. You both have been saving a lot for it and hope that it would be the best day of your lives. Once Luigi got all of the shampoo out, he shook his hair like a dog, and the hair was all in his eyes. You laughed at his antics. He always knew how to make you laugh.

"I think you need a hair trim is what you need." You commented, moving the hair out of his face so you could see his beautiful blue eyes.

"Hm, maybe. I liked how you trimmed my hair last time." Luigi commented, making you smile.

"Maybe I'll do that after we get out." You suggested.

Luigi smiled in response. He loved it when you trimmed his hair. Not only was it free but also cause it was a different bonding experience for the both of you. Sometimes, he lets you trim his mustache, but that was once in a blue moon. You then reached for some body soap and put some into your hand. You lathered your hands in the soap and began massaging his chest, making sure to get good where his the small patch of chest hair that he had. Luigi just watched you intently as you continued to wash his body, as if he was put under a spell. He thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world. Your personality, your looks, your body, it was all perfect in his eyes. You've been so good to him and being patient with him with his anxiety. You loved dogs while he was terrified of them, but he has welcomed the idea of a small dog into the house soon, maybe a Daschund or a mini Australian Sheppard. Luigi loved animals, and he loved you, so he was willing to try for you. As if you were reading his mind, you asked him this.

"So have you decided on whether you'd want a Daschund or a mini Aussie?"

Luigi shrugged his shoulders.

"Daschunds can be loyal while also stubborn as hell, but mini Aussie's can have big herding tendencies since they are a working breed." You explained to him.

"I think a Daschund would be just fine." Luigi told you, making you happy.

"Okay. We can look at local shelters and see what they have." You suggested.

You then turned Luigi around and started scrubbing his back.

"I'll let you get a cat too." You suggested, wanting to make it fair for him.

You knew Luigi loved cats, and even though you weren't exactly a huge fan of them, albeit you were a dog person, you still liked them and wanted it to be fair for Luigi.

"That would be nice." Luigi said as you finished his back.

He got under the water again to rinse the soap off of him. Once he was finished, he turned to you.

"What?" You asked.

"You're just so pretty. I can't keep my eyes off of you." Luigi complimented you, gazing at you.

He always praised you, and it made you feel so good about yourself. Luigi then grabbed your (F/S) shampoo, put some in his hands, and gently began lathering the soap into your hair. Just feeling his fingers in your scalp made you go into zen mode. It was like he was massaging your brain in a way, and it felt so good to you. It felt that good to you that you ended up leaning your head onto his chest.

"You good?" Luigi asked you, a little caught off guard from your action.

"Yeah." You said, his warm chest soothing you.

Luigi continued to wash your hair until it was completely washed.

"Aw you're done?" You jokingly whined, leaning away from his chest.

Luigi moved you to the shower head and rinsed your hair himself. Your hair felt so clean and refreshing. Luigi then grabbed your favorite body soap and put some of it into his hands. Once he began massaging your body with the soap, you can see his face flushing with pink as he moved down to your breasts, massaging the soap onto them. You giggled at his pink face.

"S-Sorry." Luigi muttered.

"No, no, don't be sorry, Lui. I'm just messing with you." You reassured him.

"Oh, okay." Luigi chuckled as he moved down down to your legs.

He then sat up and moved to your back. He made sure to get every inch of your body. This was such a perfect moment between you two. Once Luigi was finished, he then rinsed your body, just absolutely gazing at you. He then finished and brought you into a warm hug. You immediately hugged him back tightly, feeling his love for you all in that hug.

"I love you, (Y/N)." Luigi told you while rubbing your back.

"I love you too, Luigi." You said back.

You wanted Luigi to be your husband so much. You wanted to have a family with him and grow old together with him. He was the perfect person to do that with. You both stood there hugging each other until the water eventually got cold and you both stepped out, got into some clothes, and fell asleep in each other's arms. You cannot wait to wake up the next morning to see your beautiful boyfriend's blue eyes and his friendly smile as the dawn rises into the next day.

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Here's the part 2 that y'all were waiting for! I'm sorry if it's shorter than my other works, but I hope y'all enjoyed it regardless. And to the three that requested, I am working on those as we speak, but I'll be going in order as to who requested first and then so forth. I hope y'all enjoyed this!

#luigi fluff #luigi nintendo #super mario luigi #super mario #super mario movie #luigi x reader #x reader #luigi my beloved #luigi #luigi x reader fluff #fluff

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treausre-fiction · 18 days

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Fan Favorite; KHJ

Y/N was a simple girl so to say . She had dreams just like any other girl in her 20s who enjoyed fangirling over different things whether that was the latest makeup release or her favorite KPOP group having a comeback , she lived a more simple life but still dreamed about her name being big in the stars .

With a turn of events with a fan and celebrity line being crossed , Y/N finds herself in a 18 year long situation.

Chapter 2 : Slow It Down

*Slow It Down Make It Boun-*

Your eyes shot open at the sound of your alarm as you looked up at the blank ceiling above you . Going to snooze your alarm you looked over and saw (YBSFN) was still sleep and hadn’t move an inch from your alarm. To be honest you couldn’t blame her . From the coolness of the AC you guys kept on last night to the warmth of the soft white covers to the sun shining perfectly in the room , you didn’t wanna get up either .

Opening up your phone you instantly went to Twitter to post your excitement of today and also see others post . With various tweets containing information about the soundcheck benefits for VIP ticket holders to freebies your excitement started to take over mixed with anticipation and anxiety. Getting up out the warmth of the bed you made your way to the bathroom and started your morning routine .

Realistically you didn’t do this everyday but concert days were an exception as you wanted to look your best . After completing your skincare routine , you decided to start curling your hair so you could spend more time on your makeup and also let your curls sit for a bit so they didn’t fall as fast . You pulled your fresh curls into a hair clip trapping the heat to hold the curl longer and made your way out the bathroom. Walking over to(YBSFN) you tapped her slightly that progressed into small shakes .

Groaning, she squints her eyes a little taking in her surroundings and throwing her head back against the pillow asking what time it was .

“It’s 9:35 , I’m gonna go grab breakfast for us . Did you want anything ?” You offered .

She thought for a second before telling you she just wanted something small like an orange juice . You put the reminder in your head mentally and put your shoes on grabbing a jacket to try to look partially put together and made your way out the room . The hotel was quiet for the most part with the occasional sound of the elevators making a ding or the radio from the security guards going off every few minutes . As you made your way downstairs, you greeted everyone with a smile and good morning spreading the joy you had this morning .

The morning air hit your face as you walked out the doors of the hotel and the streets were particularly quiet for a Friday morning . You had expected maybe lite traffic from people commuting to work but instead it felt like a quiet Sunday morning .

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“Thank you enjoy the concert” a staff member exclaimed as she handed you and (YBSFN) your VIP ticket benefits . The feeling that you desired for so much was finally here , seeing your favorite group with your best friend surrounded by so many fans . The thought alone could make you cry especially not knowing when you would be able to experience this again . Walking to the nearest venue staff , he checks your tickets directs you to the floor and your section .

As you and (YBSFN) walk closer to your seats you feel your hands get sweaty and feel slight butterflies in your stomach seeing how closer the seats are than you actually imagined .

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“Y/N I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I SAW HE WAS SOOO INTO YOU OH MY GOD” (YBSFN) nearly yelled at you while you guys waited for the actual concert to start .

During soundcheck you had an interaction with almost every member but Hongjoong just so happen to come on your guys side a lot . While you do admit that he did seem to interact with you a lot , it was also just fan service to you . At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself with.

“(YBSFN) he literally interacted with everyone” you responded trying to disprove her point .

Without saying anything else she rolled her eyes playfully that was soon followed with a scream of excitement as the lights officially dimmed down and the music got louder . Looking around it almost felt like your pulse was replaced with the bass of BOUNCY that roared through the stadium. The stands looked like stars with fans turning on their lightsticks and some even changing the colors , fanchants echoed so loud your ears almost felt like they could explode .

The music soon faded out as a hazy fog filled the stage . Lights dimmed on and off revealing the silhouette of a member each time .

Finally

The curtain dropped .

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ghoulinpieces · 6 months

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𝑽𝑨𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑪 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑺𝑴 ✦ 𝑫𝑹𝑾

╰─➛ vampires surely couldn't exist. & surely, you wouldn't know one personally. so, obviously, no, your boyfriend isn't a bloodthirsty monster... right? so then why was he so odd?

❪ cw: a tad suggestive at times. brief mentions of drugs and overdosing. blood, obvi. arguing. kinda angsty, i suppose. fluff for the most part. a little rushed at times, mb. ❫

❪ ghoulie speaks !! first full fic i'm posting and it's lowkey a little shitty but it's okay. it's severely unedited so just ignore that, and happy spooky season babes <3 ❫

Growing up comes with fears. Whether that be the dark, or heights, or even stupid things that don't exist such as the boogeyman who sits all night under thousands of kids beds, terrorizing them into sleeping earlier, tucked in tight, as to avoid him.

These horror stories are told to you from a young age. From parents who need their kids to listen or older cousins who think it's hilarious to see the scared look on that poor six-year-olds face when they're told the story of why you hear howling on a full moon.

Some kids grow out of it, others don't. Either way it's all fictional superstition, isn't it? No need to be scared of that.

Not when there were very real things to be scared of, such as the spider crawling above the toliet that you were calling your trusty boyfriend to kill.

You were by the door, slipper in hand. He was on the couch, remote in hand. Looking for the perfect horror film to make you cringe when he faintly heard you call his name, jumped up the second time you yelled.

"What?" He approached you, noticing the slipper. He let out a sigh, smiling when you looked at him.

"Kill it." You frowned, "Please, I really gotta go and I can't." He laughed, palm outstretched for the slipper you immediately put in his hand.

"You know... we have two bathrooms. You don't always have to use this one."

"Okay, and? My pads are in this one.. what's the point of using that one when I have everything here?" You leaned on the doorframe, watching as he pushed the slipper against the creepy crawly on the wall. He made a face when you mentioned the pads, as if he was making a mental note of your time of the month. He was always weird on your period.

"Rest in peace, Charlotte." He shrugged, wiping it up with toliet paper.

"Stop doing that! You make me feel bad!" You laughed, hitting his bicep. He had begun referencing Charlotte's Web whenever this situation occurred. He thought it was the funniest thing seeing you cry over the helpful spiders death when you call him to play exterminator in your own home.

He laughed, "Relax. I mean, it's just a spider with friends and family. Wife, kids, a dream." You hit him again as he fixed his hair in the mirror, his freckles prominent in the bathroom lighting before finally walking towards the door.

"Get out." You giggled, "You're an evil man, Danny. Starting to think you don't have a soul." He sighed, his smile dimming a bit.

"Oh, if only you knew... hurry up in here. I wanna watch that new Saw movie." He smiled, closing the door. That was odd, wasn't it?

His words seemed so serious, too serious to be playing along. Maybe you're just overthinking, I mean... what could've he had meant?

But you've been noticing a lot of strange things lately. Ever since you had offered for him to start spending weekends at your place since he's always complaining about his roommate, plus he's barely at his own place anyways, and after much hesitation, he obliged. You've seen more and more of the things he thinks he keeps well hidden.

You've always noticed how he talks very vintage like. Not as in 18th century vintage but just like he's a kid from the 60s with no cares and the only thing he was looking forward too was Grateful Dead and Janis Joplin at Woodstock. But that was explainable, he likes old things, has an old soul.

But, something not so explainable is that he often ventures out at night, late when he thinks you're sleeping, and doesn't return till hours later, hair messed with and slightly out of breath when he snuggles back up to your form. Hands always cold. You swore you saw blood on his lip one time.

You've left your mind gone wild with explanations of that. Cheating always at the forefront but Danny could never do that. Not with his kind heart and his puppy eyes that worship you. His praises and actions that he reserves for you and you only.

You're not even sure if he sleeps at all. You're quite the insomniac yourself but even then you end up passing out of exhaustion. You've never seen him sleep.

He also doesn't eat garlic, can't be in the same room as it... odd but not the most strange.

You smile as you walk out the hallway and into the living room, your female pitbull cuddled up with him. You named her Rhiannon, it had been the song playing in the adoption center when you met. "Aw, aren't y'all just the cutest. I love that she loves you now." You scrunch your nose, bending over to kiss her snout.

You were always happy seeing them get along. When you first had Danny over, she had barked nonstop. She had even snapped at him, wouldn't let him near her or you. Which is odd considering she's the sweetest dog on Earth. She's never bitten anyone or even tried to, she's loves people, especially ones you're close with.

Odd she didn't like the man you're inlove with. Oh, well, she does now. That's all that matters, right?

Danny gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap as you shivered from his cold touch.

He is always freezing.

For a man like Danny, you'd expect him to always run warm. Just like a human furnace, instead, he's the North Pole.

"You okay?" He knows you're okay, just like he knows why you're cold. Of course he does. He's managed to cover up the truth by telling you he has low iron.

You simply nod, grabbing the throw blanket from behind him and snuggling closer to him on his lap. He smiles softly as he starts the movie, setting the remote down before holding you tighter. You moved your legs to be touching Rhiannon, just to let her know she's not forgotten.

It's the simple things you do that make his heart ache, make him yearn for a forever with you. Yearn to be able to grow old and watch your grandkids play in the backyard. Yearn to be able to tell you the whole truth.

But he can't. He wouldn't do that to you. Let you know there's a limited time frame between your love before he has to move cities to keep his charade going. He must rather suffer with that knowledge alone then break your heart before it's time. Or break his when you inevitably fear him.

Oh, how he curses his soulless body for loving you so deeply.

Perhaps he should've gone with the twins to Nashville, he thinks the distraction of them would've kept him from falling inlove.

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It was sunny out, far too sunny for an October sunday afternoon but you weren't complaining. Danny was outside, playing with Rhiannon while you were in the kitchen, knife in hand, apple on the plastic plate you've had for far too many years.

He had offered to cut it for you but you declined. He does so much for you, the least you could do is cut your own fruit.

But even then, you always were a klutz. You grip on the knife had slipped, sending the blade straight into your middle finger as you, stupidly, tried to catch it. "Fuck!" You hissed grabbing a paper towel to wrap around the wound.

"What happened, are you okay?" You jumped as Danny appeared behind you. He's always been freakishly fast, Rhiannon just now approaching the kitchen and she was running.

"Jesus, fuck! Don't sneak up on me like that." You sighed, "Sorry, sorry... 'm fine, just cut myself." You frowned watching as he picked up the knife and dropped in the sink, his body tensing when you mentioned the cut. He shouldn't... it could go horribly wrong, he knows that... he does it anyways.

"Let me see." His voice is so soft you could cry, hand outstretched for yours which you give gladly. Winces escaping you as he looks at the cut, blood pooling slowly from the broken skin. His jaw clenched and eyes zeroed in on it, "You scared me, y'know, thought something worse happened."

"I'll be fine. Sorry I scared you, it just fucking hurt so bad." You sigh, he shook his head.

"Don't apologize, you hurt yourself. You're allowed to be as dramatic as you want." He smiled softly, looking up at you making a face at him. He smiled wider to which you smiled back before looking back at your finger.

"Shit, Danny, it's bleeding. Can you go get the band-" You cut yourself in shock when instead of doing what you had asked, he wrapped his mouth around your finger and sucked the blood away.

His eyes never left yours, it was strangely erotic. You just blinked at him, breathing quite heavily, "Never thought those fingers would be in my mouth in a different context." He just barely whispered, kissing the cut that had stopped bleeding. The cut that was barely a cut anymore and instead skin somewhat stitched back together.

He's panicking. He shouldn't have done that, what normal person does that? He just fucked everything. Fuck, there's no excuse or reasoning for that... blood kink? Wouldn't be too far from the truth. He ran his tongue over his teeth, panicking further when he feels the slight poke of his fangs.

You just laughed in slight disbelief, reaching up to kiss his cheek, "Thank you for helping me."

He laughed, "You gonna let me finish cutting it for you?" He hid his face by turning around to find another, clean, knife.

"Have at 'em, baby, I'm done. I'm injured." You sigh dramatically, walking over to kiss the base of his neck and wrap an arm around his waist, "Just so you know, and not to be weird here... that was strangely sexual... kinda hot" He laughed loudly, his eyes crinkling.

"You liked watching me suck your blood? Really? That's what does it for you?"

"Hey, you can suck my blood anytime you want, Dracula." If only you actually knew what you were saying.

"Might take you up on that, weirdo." He nudged you with his elbow. He wouldn't. He'd never do it, too risky. He could kill you. He's not too good at self restraint.

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Nights were always your favorite with Danny. Ever since he started spending nights over, your nighttime routine had been weaved along with his.

The two of you had learned to dance around each other in the bathroom. Maneuvering around one another so you get to your toothbrush or facial cleanser.

You were in the middle of scrubbing your teeth when Danny finished, putting the toothbrush he bought down at CVS to keep at your place in the cup. He leaned against the counter, watching you with the softest look on his face. He was a goner when it came to you, especially to the domesticity of your time spent together.

"Why you lookin' at me like that?" You smiled softly, looking over at him.

"Like what?" He laughed.

"You know how you're looking at me." You shook your head, putting your own toothbrush away.

"Like I love you?" He smiled, his arms wrapping around you, "Like you're the best thing to ever happen to me? Like I couldn't imagine never knowing you?"

Despite the blush on your face you laughed, and grabbed his arms, "Come on! Now, you're just bein' cheesy." You leaned your head back against his shoulder as he looked at you through the mirror, his own head resting ontop of your shoulder.

"Thought you liked cheesy." He kissed your cheek, his hands tightening their grip ever-so-slightly for just a moment before loosening.

"I do but sometimes you take it so far." You smile, walking out of his grip and grabbing his hand.

"There is never too much cheese." He sounded offended and it made you smile wider, "You think there's such thing as too much cheese?"

"I know there's such thing as too much cheese now get in bed. I'm tired."

With you cuddled up close to him and fast asleep, your arm around his waist and Rhiannon on his other side, her snout on his stomach, he decides to stay in that night. He can miss one night.

He hates leaving every night, to leave you in an empty bed that's cold for hours on end, but it's the only time he can get away long enough to do what he needs to. He wishes he didn't have to, he wishes he could stay wrapped up in you and your arms. Or at the very least he wishes he could sleep, he wishes for a lot of things.

But, when you're like Danny, most wishes can never be granted. And if they can, certainly not without a price. A risky, dangerous, scary, price.

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Perhaps you were bored or perhaps your Twilight binge had rotted your brain, but you were knees deep in vampire facts.

You were definitely bored.

You were simply curious as to what the original folk story had about vampires, what had been added over time for the sake of storytelling. First clicking on Reddit, horrible but what else would you use? But then, you started to notice that too many things stated seemed quite familiar.

You couldn't remember who it had reminded you of... it was annoying you if were honest.

Cold skin. Nocturnal. Freakishly fast. Doesn't like garlic. Little to no eating. Obviously likes blood.

But then, there were things that counteracted it like them burning in the sun and having no reflection. He loved to look in the mirror and he practically lived in the sun.

He... oh shit.

It was Danny. He fit every description.

You began to look more into it, going on odd forums and weird websites that seemed like they were created for the weirdos of the internet and everything you saw reminded you of him more and more. He fit everything. It was quite scary. But, it's just a coincidence, right? Vampires don't exist, right?

You'd just have to pay more attention than you already do the next time you see him.

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The week had came and gone since that night but you hadn't heard from Danny in days, you were worried. You had no one to call to see if they knew about his whereabouts. Sure, he had friends. Work friends. They rarely spoke outside of his job.

Sometimes you think you're the only one he hangs out with. He's a bit of a recluse but you can tell it's not by choice, he's far too much of a social butterfly and outgoing in public to be this lonely in a city as big as yours. Another odd thing about him. You might just start making a list. After you find him.

It wasn't like him to disappear, not like that. He always returned within the day. It's been radio silence since Monday morning when he left. He had even missed your date that was planned for Wednesday, ignored all your messages and calls while you sat at the book store, browsing alone.

You had considered going to his place after that but... he didn't necessarily allow you there.

It was never explicitly stated that you were banned from his home but he never invited you over, always made an excuse why you couldn't come in, never had you pick him up from his complex.

#7 on the list of things that make him odd and another reason to the possible vampire theory, but they don't exist. You don't even know why you're entertaining the idea.

So, maybe he is cheating. It explains the late night departures, you never spending time at his place. There's not much to go off of but... it's the most sane explanation you could think of.

You wouldn't believe he was a vampire. Fuck what all those sketchy websites and forums and reddit posts said. Vampires are not real.

But, oh, how it pains you to think of him cheating. To think that every moment between you two was an act, that every praise and act of service wasn't true, that he pleases other women in the dark of their bedroom the same he pleases you. That he doesn't love you.

You two had been together for a little over a year and you were madly inlove. He was your gentle giant and it pains you to think he could be someone else's as well. Maybe that's why he hesitated so much when you brought up the weekend stays, he had someone waiting for him back home.

If he did, she wasn't there. You had hesitated multiple times before finally knocking on the apartment door, you waited about a minute or so after hearing a dog bark before deciding to just leave. Maybe nobody was home.

But then the door swung open, his roommate on the other side. You had seen photos of him. He was tall and skinny, long brunette hair with a bit of a wave to it and downturned eyes accompanied with an amazing bone structure. "Oh, hello." His voice was a bit raspy, not too much but enough to notice.

"Hey... um, is Danny here?" Your voice was timid, you felt odd showing up out of the blue. Even odder and uncomfortable when his brows furrowed together in confusion.

"No... he isn't. Do you know him?"

Oh.

You realized you were staring when he tilted his head, "Oh, yeah... yeah I do. He's um... I'm Y/N. His girlfriend." You wanted to curse yourself for sounding so scared.

His face fell before his jaw clenched and his eyes widened, whether that be in panic or anger, you weren't sure, "You are? Well, he didn't tell me he was seeing anybody... I'm Sam." He reached his hand out and when you took it, all you could notice was that he was cold too.

"Yeah, he's... he's told me about you." You smile softly when he nods.

"I'd hope. I only live with the man." He laughed, quite stoner like, "He's never mentioned you. I can see why, you're quite gorgeous. No wonder he wants to keep you a secret from me." Lie. He knows why Danny never told him and he knows it's not because of how gorgeous he finds you, "How long have you been seeing him?"

"For like a year or so..." You sigh as his face falls, "Kinda odd he never mentioned me, huh?"

"Oh, yeah. Really odd." He shrugged, "But, yeah, he's been down in Nashville since Monday. He returned home from wherever it is he spends his weekends, which I assume is your place? He left that afternoon, a family emergency popped up. I couldn't go, I mean, I have a dog to feed. Can't leave her all by herself." He laughed.

"Since Monday?"

"Yeah... I gather he didn't tell you? Missed whatever it is you had planned Wednesday?"

"Did he tell you about it?" How could he tell Sam he had a date but not about you? You were starting to regret this, you just wanted to go home. Maybe you could distract yourself with terrible Netflix romcoms.

"Not really. All he told me he was busy on Wednesday but I just assume he must've cancelled once he left..." Sam tilted his head, "Quite cruel he didn't."

You frowned, "It is, isn't it? Um... if you hear from him at all.. can you just tell him to give me a call?"

"Oh, yeah, of course." Sam will, but he can't promise that he'll tell Danny he can keep seeing you. It's far too dangerous, not just for you but for them too, "You have a nice day, Y/N." He smiled, you smiled back though it had to be forced.

"You too, Sam." The interaction did more harm than good, you felt odd and off balance as you walked away. More saddened than anything. What was Danny hiding from you? Why was he hiding you? Were you some dark secret?

You were taken out of your memory revisit when you heard a knock on the door, Rhiannon barking as she you shushed her and stood.

You sighed when you opened the door. Your gentle giant standing with sunflowers in hand, fiddling with his necklace and his short curly hair moving when he looked up at you. You were relieved he was alive, pissed that he disappeared and showed up with flowers.

"Hi." He breathed. He thought you looked radiant, he always did. You could show up covered in dirt and mud and slime and he'd happily clean you off while complimenting how beautiful you are, "Got you flowers... sorry that I missed-"

"Where the fuck have you been?" You cut him off, hand on your hip as you eyed him.

Shit.

He's heard that tone before. He's seen you use it on the phone with your mother when she's pissed you off, and he's seen you use it with Rhiannon when she won't listen. You've used it hundreds of times, pissed off beyond belief, he's just never been on the receiving end.

"You disappear for fucking days, ignore all of my texts and my calls then you show up like everything's fine? With fucking flowers?" You sighed, pushing the door open with more force than necessary, "Get in, I'm not arguing with you in the middle of the hallway." He quickly obliged. If there's one thing he's learned about you when your mad, it's to listen.

"Baby, believe me when I say I am so, so, sorry I missed our date and didn't call. I was going too but I had a family emergency and it just slipped my mind." It's not a lie, but it's not the whole truth. The truth would involve exposing him and the twins to you, he couldn't do that.

Now, he sounded genuine, but the anger that seeped itself into your bones refused to leave that easily.

"It slipped your mind to call me and tell me you were going to Nashville? What? Did it also slip your mind to tell your roommate I existed, Danny?" He tensed up, eyes wide, once you mentioned Sam.

"You went to my apartment? You talked to Sam? Why would you do that? What's wrong with you?" He knew he fucked up when the words left his mouth and you frowned,

"What's wrong with me? Are you shitting me, Danny?"

"You know I didn't mean it like tha-"

"You were gone for fucking days! I didn't know where you were, not one fucking call or text in eight days! What did you expect me to do?!" You snapped, you were not going to be painted as the one in the wrong for caring, "He at least had the decency to tell me where you were!"

"What did you tell him?" You wanted to scream, that's what he was worried about? "Y/N! What did you tell Sam? Did you tell him we're together?"

"No, I told him I was a fucking alien from Mars looking to probe your brain. Of course I told him we're together, why wouldn't I?" You sighed, arms crossed. Danny looked tense, scared. You've never seen him like that.

"Because I'm not supposed to be seeing you... I'm not... I was never supposed to be even talking to you." He sighed, rubbing at his forehead. You just felt more confused and hurt.

"What the fuck do you mean? ...Danny!" You exclaimed when he didn't answer, "Are you... are you cheating on me?"

"What?"

He looked bewildered, maybe even hurt you'd think that. You regret asking but what was were you supposed to say? You two were on opposite sides of the world, he was in the light and you were in the dark. You needed to know.

"Are you?"

"No, baby, no. I'd never, I... even if I could I wouldn't." He sighed, frowning. He walked over to you, grabbing your biceps softly, "I promise you, I would never. I love you and only you, where would you even get such an idea?"

"Are you shitting my dick? Do you think you're good at hiding shit? I know you sneak out in the middle of the night for hours, Sam didn't even know about me and now you're saying you're not supposed to be seeing me." You sigh, dropping your arms which he immediately grabbed your hands. And you let him, "What the fuck is going on with you?" He sighed, looking down at the ground before back at you.

"Listen, I can't tell you-" You scoffed, taking your hands back and going to walk away before he grabbed your arm and turned you to him, "You don't know how badly I wish I could, but, please just trust me when I say it's for your benefit. It'd be dangerous for you to know." His hands grabbed your face, his fingers gentle as they cradled it, thumbs brushing your cheeks.

"What are you in a gang? I can't... I can't be with you if you're hiding shit from me, Danny." You frowned, "You can't just keep lying to me."

"I know but... it's better if I do." He whispered. He didn't want to lose you, ever, but maybe it is for the better.

"So you're fine with me walking away? You're okay with losing me?"

"No, I'm not but I can't tell you the truth."

"You'd much rather I break up with you than tell me?" You couldn't believe it, it seemed like a such a stab. It was worse for him though, he knew he was going to lose you but he thought he had at least another three years with you. At least he'd be able to get over it now rather than mope about leaving you behind when him and Sam move down to Nashville to be with the twins, "I can't fucking believe you, Danny. Seriously. What is so fucking bad that you'd rather lose me than just be honest?" You weren't sad, not at that moment. You wanted him to fight for you instead he gave up as if it was a battle he could never win, which in his eyes, it was.

"Y/N..." He sighed, "I'm sorry."

"You're not sorry, Danny, don't act like you are. Jesus Christ, you don't even care! Do I really mean that little to you? Like seriously, did I ever matter?" You scoffed, taking a step back.

"You mean everything to me, Y/N, and you know that. Do you seriously think I don't care?" He seemed hurt that you'd ever think that but what else were you supposed to think?

"You're not showing me otherwise." You frowned, "Just... just tell me!" You exclaimed, opening you're mouth to speak before he beat you to the finish line.

"I'm a vampire! Okay? I'm a fucking nocturnal blood sucking monster!"

Is he... is he serious? ...Does he think you're that fucking dumb?

You can't help but laugh loudly, putting your head into your hands. He's scared out of his mind, he doesn't know how you're gonna react. He just knows he can't lose you this early, he needs you. He's an addict and you're his heroine.

He's quite literally the vampire and he considers you to be the blood.

"I can't believe you. Are you fucking with me? Like... are there some hidden cameras here?" You look around to emphasize your words while he stares at you, "Jesus, fuck, Danny. Y'know-"

"You don't believe me?" He seemed shocked, as if he didn't just say he was a vampire.

"Of course I don't believe you! Vampires don't exist!" You exclaimed, "You seriously much rather fuck with me? If you're cheating, the least you could do is tell me! It'd make this a whole lot easier!"

"Make what easier? You're seriously gonna leave me? Even after I told you the truth?" He seemed in disbelief. He swears, if he had a heart it'd broken like a dropped vase. Shattered. Pieces scattered around the floor that he'll have to pick up one by one and try his best to glue and tape back together but inevitably fail because he'll be missing the key part. You.

"You're not telling me the truth, Danny!"

"I am! I swear to God I am!" He was getting frustrated now too, you had never seen him so annoyed. If you weren't drowning in your arguement, you'd want him to take you then and there.

Anger looked good on him.

"Prove it!"

"What?"

You sighed, rubbing at your forehead, "You heard me, Danny. If you're really a nocturnal bloodsucker, prove it."

He scoffed, "How do you want me to prove that?" You rolled your eyes, "I'm not gonna start fucking running around here like I'm Edward Cullen." You scoffed this time. Did he have to be so fucking cute? And dumb?

"Your fangs. Show me your fangs." You stepped closer to him, hands on your hips. Watching as he sighed before opening his mouth, you waited a moment or two, just looking at a regular human mouth. But then, you gasped as his fangs began growing in. His teeth changing right before your eyes.

His eyes, however, were no longer the sweet brown you adore but instead piercing red. Scarier, sure, but his puppy dog eyes were still there and you loved it all the same.

"Believe me now?"

"But you don't burn in the sun... and you have a reflection..." You whispered, eyes wide and frantic.

"All myths." He shrugged as if he didn't just reveal that he was a blood thirsty monster, "Do you believe me?"

"Yeah.. yeah, I believe you." He smiled at that, putting his fangs more on display, "Oh my God... you don't... all those nights you disappeared, you weren't eating people were you? You're not gonna eat me, right?"

"No! Oh my God, no." He laughed a bit, his hands immediately shooting to grab your arms, "I feed off of animals. I don't... I never liked the idea of killing someone. I mean, I don't have to kill you to feed off you but..." He trailed off, shrugging.

"But what?" You tilted your head. You wanted to understand, you needed to, "You're afraid you'll go too far?"

"I have gone too far. One too many times." He sighed, "So, animals are the next best thing. They work just as well as people."

"You're a vampire." You laughed, the information fully settled, "Oh my God! Is that why Sam didn't know about me?" You frowned as he looked down at the ground.

"Yeah.. yeah, we made a deal we wouldn't going to get close to anybody here, let alone date them. Too many broken hearts, too many risks. Plus, we'd have to leave eventually." He sounded sad, telling you all this. And you couldn't help but hang onto to the leaving part, "But I just... I couldn't stay away from you even if I wanted too... you know that."

"You're gonna have to leave at some point?"

"Listen, I don't want to but... I can't stay forever. I mean, either way, I'm immortal... you're gonna grow old and blossom while I'm stuck being 24." He frowned, stepping closer to you. Your chest against his, "I promise you, if I could stay and give you the life you want I wouldn't even think twice about doing it." You just nodded, wrapping your arms around him.

This was going to take some getting used to.

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It had been three months since that night. Things were the same for the most part but you could tell, the fact that you'll have to inevitably part has been looming over both your heads. You just decided to ignore it, live in delusion. It hadn't exactly worked.

You two had always been inseparable but even more so now. Constantly touching, constantly talking, constantly just being together. You still never went to his place, Danny claiming it's because he likes the privacy of your apartment, and something about Sam being a whore.

However, that didn't stop Sam from wanting to get to know you. Ever since he found out about you, he claimed you're all Danny ever talked about. He never realized just how little Danny talked before then. You've invited him over once or twice.

He'll come in, eat all your food, because apparently vampires not being able to eat human food is also a myth, something about how as long as they drink blood they'll be fine. He'll talk to you about whatever, whenever, as if you're old friends and be completely barefoot the entire time.

You've also overheard their little conversations once or twice, mostly about you. Mostly about how badly the break-up will hurt, the seconds counting down to it.

"Y'know..." Sam started, looking in your fridge, his tone immediately tensing Danny up. That's the tone he'll use whenever he's about to suggest something outrageous, "You could always turn her, wouldn't exactly be difficult-"

"Are you fucking crazy?" Danny exclaimed, accidentally slamming his water bottle down. Eyes shooting daggers at Sam, "Seriously, Sam? Do you know what could fucking happen?"

"Yes, I know. You have no restraint and you'll end up killing her which you know isn't true." Sam sighed, closing the nearly empty fridge and leaning against it, arms crossed.

You were currently standing in the hallway, trying your best to eavesdrop quietly.

"Isn't true my ass. Do you not remember Annie? Her death was my fault." Sam rolled his eyes, sighing. He always brings up fucking Annie.

On that note, who the fuck is Annie? He's never mentioned an Annie to you.

"Annie died because she was coked out and shooting heroine while you did it. She would've died either way from an overdose, you just sped up the process. Y/N isn't a fucking drug addict, she'll live." He wasn't wrong but Danny could never risk it.

"You don't know that, Sam."

"Yes, I do. You love her too much to ever risk hurting her, I know. But guess what? You didn't love Annie, not the way you love her, and Annie surely didn't love you, she used you for drugs and sex, man, and you know that." Danny did know that, but that doesn't make the blood on his hands wash away, "You think Y/N wants to lose you too?"

"No, I don't but guess what, Sam? I'm not ever doing it, no matter what. I'm not risking her life or taking away her fucking soul." Danny sighed, rubbing his forehead, "I can't... I don't want to. I could never forgive myself if she died, just like I could never forgive myself if I took her away from her life."

What life? You rarely talk to your family in years and all your close friends live in different states. Danny had been the one constant.

"Just because you didn't get a choice in the matter doesn't mean she shouldn't either." God, he hated when Sam was right.

"She wants to grow old and have a family, Sam, she doesn't want to move from state to state every three to six years." Danny sighed, looking down at the counter he was leaning on.

"How do you know that? How do you know that girl won't follow you to the ends of the Earth? 'Cause it's clear as day that she'll do whatever if it means you won't leave." Sam had grabbed Dannys water now, going to sip from it when you finally decided to walk into the kitchen. Saving Danny from the conversation.

"Hey, weirdos. What'd I miss?" You smiled, seeing Danny immediately soften at the sight of you. And you didn't miss the look Sam gave him either when you walked up and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Nothing. Just vampire shit." Sam smiled.

"Yeah... just vampire shit, nothing interesting." Danny smiled, "I'll go get the popcorn ready if you wanna go put movie on."

"Sam... you wanna do that for me?" Thank God he took the hint and walked to the living room, both hands raised as he did. He usually complains whenever you imply you want to be alone with Danny, "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" He turned around in your arms, his hands resting on your face, "Got you in my arms."

You scrunched your nose at him which he kissed, "You're so cheesy. Go get the popcorn ready, Dracula." You kissed his cheek, leaving him alone in the kitchen when you walked away.

You'll bring it up another day. For now, you're enjoying all the time you have left with Danny... and apparently Sam.

#danny wagner x reader #danny wagner fluff #vamp!danny #greta van fleet fluff #gvf fluff #danny wagner fic #gvf fic #gvf fanfiction #greta van fleet fic #ghoulie <3

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moonsporemoth · 4 months

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UnderPollen AU

Soooo I'm finally uploading the UnderPollen AU I'm making. I kinda lost passion for it immediately but decided it wouldn't hurt to post it. I have no skill at coding so it's in a script format with the main cast as doodles I made underneath it. This is just the first chapter, however. Welp, enjoy!

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*You've fallen. Miles and miles of underground had flashed by in a second. You had landed on a lone patch of yellow flowers, the pollen sticking to your hair and face. It burnt! You jumped up, hurriedly wiping the pollen off of you.

*"Oooh, yikes! That stuff hurts, doesn't it?"

*A cheery voice made you look up toward the patch to see a….talking flower?

*"It alllllso stains~," The flower said cheerfully.

*Looking down at your hands, you saw they were now yellow colored, no matter how hard you try to wipe it off.

*"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower! What's your name?"

*You answer the flower quietly.

*"Frizz? That's such a silly name! You know what else is silly? This!

*The flower attacks you, hitting you with white pellets as he laughs. He says something about easy HP, but you couldn't make it out over the ringing in your ears.

*Suddenly, you saw a white light and it was all over.

*"Oh, you poor thing!" Fuzzy hands picked you up and carried you for a while, a soft humming putting you in a pained sleep.

*Almost as quickly, you were woken up by a pleasant smell of butterscotch and cinnamon.

*You looked around you, seeing a child's room dimly lit by a lamp. You get up and exit the cozy room.

*"My child! You're awake!" You see your savior, a motherly goat woman. She is smiling at you from down the hall, beckoning for you to follow her into the kitchen.

*Once you are sat at the table, she pushes a big plate of pie toward you.

*"Please eat my child! You need to regain your strength before you can journey home!"

*You quickly eat the pie before asking the goat woman her name.

*"Oh, how silly of me! I'm Toriel, the keeper of these ruins! I help children who fall down here, though it's been quite some time since the last one fell.

*You ask if they made it home. Toriel looks stiff.

*"Why of course, my child! It is quite safe here in the ruins."

*Her words don't seem convincing, so you ask if you can go home now. Toriel looks upset.

*"You ar-aren't at full health my child! That horrible flower nearly killed you!"

*She grimaces as she thinks about Flowey. "Not everyone is as nice as I am, child. Some creatures are vile, only caring about power."

*You look over at the staircase leading downstairs. You ask where it leads to.

*Toriel looks over you sadly before suddenly changing the topic.

*"My child, you're yellow! We must wash off that pollen before it-oh never you mind! Come!"

*Toriel leads you to the bathroom before aggressively trying to scrub the yellow from your skin but to no avail.

*"Oh….it's alright child. It doesn't seem to be doing any damage…." Toriel seems to zone off as you look at the now yellow hue of your skin. Maybe landing on those flowers wasn't so lucky after all…

*"Alright my dear, it's time for bed. Let's get you situated, hmm?"

*Toriel leads you back to the bedroom you woke up in and tucks you in before wishing you a good night.

*Once you were certain she was asleep, you crept out of "your" room and tip-toed toward the staircase you had been eyeing earlier. You knew from Toriel's reaction that that must be the way out.

*Quickly, you ran over to the staircase, starting to descend it when you heard a whimper coming from another one of the bedrooms.

*Curiosity got the better of you and you slowly made your way to the room. Opening the door a crack, you nearly screamed.

*Inside was a child around your age. They had their legs and arms cut off and were positioned to sit up in a chair. When they saw you peaking in, they cried out the best they could with their mouth sewn shut.

*Terrified, you turned and made a run for it down the staircase.

*Suddenly you heard footsteps behind you. It was Toriel!

*"My child! Get back here! You can't leave! The pollen is worse outside! It's corrupted people! I'm trying to protect you!"

*The goat caught up to you, grabbing you by the collar.

*She begins dragging you back toward the staircase leading upstairs. You pull and fight.

*"You children don't understand how much I suffer to keep you safe! Even if I have to mutilate you to get you to stay, I will! I'm doing this for your own good!"

*Eventually, after enough pulling and pushing, you get free and run full force into the door, Toriel screaming from behind you as you close it.

*"NO! You brat! You'll die out there! Stay with me! Stay with Mommy! Stay with Tori-"

*Slam!

*Silence…You were finally out…

~End of Chapter One~

Here's the cast btw (I will be making better pictures later):

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ficbrish · 1 year

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10 Random Lines Tag

Thank you @tealenko for the thought/tag! I love doing these tag games.

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

I will have to treat chapters of multi-chaptered fics as different fics. I think I have like seven different fics, but I have more than ten chapters currently posted.

Please mind the ratings/warnings if you click on the links to the fics!

1. Weekend, Chapter 1 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

“I’m not—Did you get my letter?” [Kaidan]

He was struggling to pick a lane. Oh God, she was right there. Just like the last time, he was losing control.

“I did,” Shepard admitted, disarmed.

“You didn’t answer it.”

“I couldn’t.”

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2. Breaking Regs - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

A few steps later, he kissed her when no one was looking. It felt like hell to tear himself away from her and continue walking. They walked and talked in a shared daydream, detached from the reality around them, and a need broiled between them that was left unspoken.

They’d almost forgotten the purpose of their stroll, and suddenly it hit Kaidan.

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3. Hanar Hats for the Birthday at the End of the World - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

“Uh oh,” Wrex shouted playfully from the other side of the table. “Here she comes!”

He gestured to Shepard, who was doing something with her hips and hands. The way she moved about had absolutely nothing to do with the beat of the currently-playing song.

“It’s not a birthday party without some grooves,” she danced, inviting everyone else to do the same.

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4. Weekend, Chapter 2 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

“May I join you?” [Kaidan] asked, dangling [Shepard] so effortlessly she felt weightless.

He felt her hair brush between his thighs in response.

“Are you nodding your head?” he asked, trying to see past her bottom.

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5. Weekend, Chapter 3 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

“So,” [Kaidan] said, “How are you going to save the world this time?”

“If I told you the details, you’d never let me leave this room.”

“That’s not true, I’d let you use the bathroom.”

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6. Weekend, Chapter 4 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

She took his hand, bit her lip, and looked into his adoring eyes.

“I kind of want to show you though,” she said, pulse racing.

The tenderness in Kaidan’s eyes sharpened into want.

“Are you sure, Shepard?”

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7. Weekend, Chapter 5 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

“Uuuhhh? I don’t know. It’s been two years for you and only a few months for me.” [Shepard]

“Sleeping Beauty,” [Kaidan] agreed, grinning and moving some hair out of her face.

“Yeah," she laughed, "Pretty much.”

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8. Weekend, Chapter 6 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

“Wow,” [Shepard] said, water dripping down her face.

“I know,” [Kaidan] responded confidently.

“That’s new.”

“I’ve improved since I last saw you, Shepard.”

“Apparently!”

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9. Weekend, Chapter 7 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

Garrus, the largest of them, was curled up and leaning against Tali, who was the smallest and in the middle. Liara was snug in the bench's corner up against the wall, taking up more space than the other two with her legs spread out.

Shepard patted Kasumi on the shoulder, “Mind if I go join them?”

“Of course! I’ll be good up here alone.” She looked up at Shepard and winked, “I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

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10. Weekend, Chapter 8 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

Kaidan clutched his datapad, holding it in front of him. Shepard put her fingers on her keyboard.

Maybe it was just a message away.

They each took a deep sigh. The same few seconds in the universe passed.

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Tagging: @acciokaidanalenko @nowandthane @halesshepardn7 @ljandersen @elfishtales @gabrielrexiel @crescentbunny @lauraceaaee @ghostxofxartemis @mrsd-writes

#shenko #10 lines #fic game #mass effect #BrishFics #Kaidan Alenko #weekend fic #breaking regs fic #Hanar Hats Birthday fic

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belethlegwen · 2 years

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On The Shelf

I completely forgot I hadn't posted this yet. I can't remember why I was saving it, but I've had a bit of Chill-Enhancement tonight and my brain has decided: Now is the time.

This event gets referenced (much) later in The Stranding as having happened during the events of The Rescue, but I'm unsure yet if it'll actually make it into the main body. Thought I'd post it here as a little bonus. [Edit - I have had TOO MUCH Chill-Enhancement and forgot that I did post this as part of an ask, but here it is again anyway so I can link it as part of a Masterlist.]

----------------------------- The car had barely had time to turn on before her phone started ringing, the bluetooth connection taking a second to finalize with the stereo as she tried to fumble for the buzzing, singing block in her pocket. She adjusted the volume via the steering wheel's controls as Dyna's voice came to life all around her in the blue sedan.

"Hello?" Melanie asked, unsure if the bluetooth had fully connected or not.

"Hey gorgeous, bad news," Dyna's voice returned loudly as she lowered the volume further. "Mark just called, not sure if it's a burst pipe or someone fucked up one of our toilets at the gym, but women's washroom is a pool and I gotta go deal with that. Need a rain check on the lunch date."

"Oh shit," the short-haired woman groaned. She let herself fall heavily back against the driver's seat, 'so much for a Big Day'. "That's fair, girl, you do what you gotta do. We can reschedule for another time."

"I hope this doesn't wrench your plans for the day or anything! You should still head out and do some things for yourself, I know you were looking forward to it."

"Thanks Dee, I appreciate it, but I think I'm gonna head back in and take a nap," she said defeatedly. "Was feeling a bit off today anyway, I'm alright to postpone. Catching up on sleep would probably be a smart idea anyway."

"That sounds good, girl. Tell the Big Guy I said hi," Dee replied with a laugh.

"He hates when you call him that," Melanie stressed, shaking her head. "But I'll let him know. Good luck and god speed with the shit swamp."

"Thanks babe, and tell him if he didn't hate it so much I wouldn't bother saying it!"

The call disconnected and Melanie reached forward to remove the key, sighing as she rested in the quiet. It wasn't Dyna or the gym bathroom's fault that her plans were askew. She had been hoping to have a day to go be Big and loud and clumsy outside of the house for over a week, but nightmares and indigestion had had her tossing and turning most of the night. She had felt even since this morning that today was likely to be a wash.

She picked up her purse from the passenger seat and slung it back over her shoulder, exiting the car to head back to the house. Sleeping off the disappointment was probably the best plan, and it still gave Henry a chance to be- at least mostly- alone for a few hours.

"Change of plans," she called in her regular speaking voice as she re-entered the house, kicking off her shoes in the small entry hall and heading toward the door to his room, tapping on the door frame. "Dyna's got an emergency at the gym, so we're rescheduling. I was gonna take a nap for a few hours and see how I'm feeling after that, if that works for you?"

There was a suspicious level of silence that returned to her, and Melanie's brow furrowed as she waited. She checked the time on her phone again; she'd been out of the house less than 15 minutes, and last she had spoken to him he was on the way back to his room to hit the head and work on some journaling for the early afternoon. That was maybe a half hour ago, before she finished getting ready.

"Henry?" Her voice called as she stepped away from his room slowly, her eyes scanning the floor for the 7-inch tall man, her eyes moving up the stairs as she waited to hear the call of his mariner's whistle. The longer the silence went on, the more suspicious she became.

She walked to the landing between the stairs to the main floor and the stairs to the basement, calling the small sailor's name one last time at the center of the split-level home. There was no way she wouldn't hear the whistle from there.

A sigh erupted from her, and she carefully pulled the purse from her shoulder to the front of her, moving to unzip the top.

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Henry grimaced as the roof of his hiding place opened, light spilling into the space he occupied in the black-fabric lining. His eyes shot up to see hers, the massive hazel irises darting until her pupils landed on him. "To be fair," he called defensively, guilt already creeping up on him as her eyes moved up and away to the ceiling, a breathy swear leaving her giant form, "I was expecting you to put the purse down once you were back inside."

"Henry," she groaned, holding the purse open with one hand while the other slipped in, his hands guiding it to him carefully. Her thumb and fingers slid around him gently, his arms pressing down over the tops of them as he patted the back of her hand in signal that he was ready for the lift. “How?” She asked quietly and unamused as she pulled him out of the purse, letting the bag swing back under her arm as she let it go.

“Which part?” He asked after an uncomfortable hesitation, waiting for her other hand to come help support him as his feet dangled in the open air, his arms tensing. She tipped her hand back slightly, letting him push and move himself into a seated position in her palm, her other hand resting on her hip as she refused to help him.

“I made sure the purse was closed so this wouldn’t happen again,” she explained with a sigh, watching him adjust himself awkwardly until his legs were dangling over the heel of her palm. Color came to his cheeks as he guiltily locked eyes with her, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he battled with himself over whether he should give away his secret. “Henry,” she prompted tiredly.

He was busted, he knew it. If she had gone to lunch and other things, he probably would’ve been safe to escape and move to her coat like he had initially planned, or she would’ve gone through her usual routine of putting her purse down on the basement couch before going to the washroom when she returned, giving him time to get out and move to somewhere less conspicuous.

“You leave the front pocket open for your keys,” he admitted quietly, his eyes breaking from hers and glancing around the room, “and the tear I made the first time was never repaired, so I slipped in through there.” His arm flew out to grab her thumb quickly as her hand swung to the side, her free hand coming up to rub her forehead. “I’m sorry,” he said, squirming as he watched the upset look come over her face.

“You know why I don’t like this happening without my consent,” she said, her eyes opening again to look at him disappointedly. “It’s dangerous if I don’t know you’re in there.”

“I know,” he admitted defensively, his eyes moving again to meet hers, “but! I trusted that you would take your purse along like you normally would, and I know that you usually stop back at the house between lunch and any other plans for the day.”

Her eyebrows raised over a sharp expression; his calm explanation of how he had determined how safe this particular venture was going to be seemed to obviously not have the effect he wanted it to have on her. Air rushed into her as she took a long, steadying breath, her hand moving from her forehead slowly. He pointed to it with a timid expression, trying to wave it closer to him. For one, he could use a bit of extra support this high off of the ground, and for two, he knew if he could touch her a bit more, he could soothe her temper a bit. “The idea that you planned this really isn’t making me feel better about any of it,” she leveled.

“I know,” he said again, still trying to gently coax her hovering hand toward him, “but--”

“No,” she said firmly, sighing again, “there’s no ‘buts’ here. Sometimes I want time to myself, the same as you do, so I don’t have to worry about things like if I’m going to accidentally hurt you somehow or that I’m being too loud, or just…”

“Melanie,” his voice called soothingly to her as her eyes dropped to the floor, her shoulders sagging. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to upset you.” Henry’s hand gripped at her thumb lightly, trying to rub it comfortingly while maintaining as much support from it as he could. Her eyes moved back up to him over a glum expression; she was disappointed, more than mad, and it stung him. “Can I have your other hand, please?” He asked meekly.

The ‘please’ did its magic and she caved almost instantly, her other hand sweeping toward him gently as he guided her thumb to his chest, her fingers wrapping around her others behind him and closing around him gently. She softened but still didn’t smile as his arms moved to coil around her thumb tightly, hugging it to himself. “If the only way you were going to avoid upsetting me was by not being caught, I don’t think that counts as not meaning to,” she leveled quietly again.

He sighed, fidgeting under her words and tone. “You’re right,” he admitted, “I should’ve given you your space for the day.”

“Thank you,” she breathed, her tone still unhappy but her mood lightening just a little. He shifted his legs, pushing her thumb up his body a bit more so he could lean forward and rest his face along the side of it. His eyes turned up to try and work their charm.

“Do you think I could be forgiven, this time?” He asked teasingly as he saw the color come to her face, grinning as her thumb wiggled against his beard and cheek, his arms squeezing it tighter. Her breath gently washed over him as she sighed again, lifting him up closer to her eye level.

“You’re too much trouble, you know that?” She asked, smirking.

“I wouldn’t say I’m too much trouble,” he drawled, his eyes arching away as he feigned innocence. She scoffed, making him laugh while she slipped her thumb out from his grasp, her hands moving position to help him stand in her palm.

“I would,” she retorted, her eyes looking around the room and landing on the bookshelf next to them, walking in front of it once he was stable. Her eyes scanned the top shelf, idly. “I could probably find a way to keep you out of trouble, though.”

He smirked at her, turning around to follow her gaze. “Can you even see what’s up there?” He asked her, teasingly, and she crooked a finger to wiggle against his side playfully.

“Don’t make fun,” she quipped as he giggled from the tickle. Whenever he could, he tried to make fun of her height. “I can’t see the titles of the books up there, no,” she admitted after trying to get on her tiptoes.

“I can check them,” he offered with a laugh, “I’m taller than you, after all. It’s the least I can do.”

She spread a sly grin behind him as he looked at the top shelf. “Alright, if you say so,” she said, stepping toward the shelf and raising her hands over her head carefully, Henry reaching out to grab the ledge and letting Melanie push his feet and legs up level with the shelf, walking over toward the books as she stepped back to watch him.

“Are you sure one of these is going to be useful?” He called tauntingly from the shelf as he walked from end to end, checking the titles. “I don’t see how any of them would be helpful in keeping me out of trouble.”

“They’re all doing a good job right now,” her voice called back mischievously. Henry’s brow furrowed as he turned to look down at her, watching her cross her arms under a smug expression.

“What do you--?” He started to ask as she turned and started heading for the stairs, his mouth falling open as he staggered to try and follow her.

“I’m heading to nap,” she called softly. “You’re in time-out until then.”

“That’s not funny,” he shouted, panic slightly setting in as he looked at the immense distance back to the ground, stepping back further from the ledge instinctively.

“Neither was you stowing away again,” her voice came back, her footsteps reverberating as she took the highest set of stairs to the top floor. “See you later.” “Melanie?” He called as he heard her footsteps walking farther away from above him. “Melanie!” He shouted as he heard her bedroom door close. Henry looked around the long shelf, taking in the books, the dust, and the odd artistic sculptures on either end with a long sigh. “…Well, I suppose I deserve this.”

#g/t author #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #gtauthor #g/t writing #gentle giantess #gt fluff

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awrldalone · 1 year

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2nd November 2022, 2.34pm

My hair has grown too long. I have gotten too pale. Maybe it’s the neon lights of this apartment, but I see dark circles when I look at my bare skin in the bathroom mirror.

I went to a halloween party the other night. I was not dressed up as anything in particular, because I did not manage to get everything I needed on time, but I did drip blood down my face. I think it looked good enough, it was almost an invitation for someone to hit me in the head, on my temple.

I did not know many people, but I found myself talking to a guy with a skull painted on his face, trying to be Tate Langdon from American Horror Story. I was tempted to tell him I was also considering dressing up as that, but that I ended up deciding it was too much of a loser move to cosplay a school shooter. He looked good, though. His face was boney underneath the make up, his sharp features were the basis for the black shadows of the skull, not the other way around.

He ended up being an asshole, too full of himself. The first thing he said was that he was a model. He kept bragging about his family, about how he walked for Palomo Spain, fucked half of his faculty and a few professors too. I was not drunk enough to listen to him carefully.

At one point E. joined the conversation and behaved like an asshole towards me. He’s taller than me, so he started making weird jokes about my height, all clearly to impress this other guy.

I told him to stop, because he was being weird, and when we left I told him he had been pathetic. Maybe I was too harsh on him, but his was not harmless banter, and on top of that he joked about my problems with food. In front of a stranger.

The neighbors complained and the hosts asked us the leave. The guy and I sat on the side of the street, and we kept talking. His skin was yellow under the lamp post.

These days I just want to sleep.

I started two new classes. I do not like either of them. I do not know how to tell my parents. I should have called my aunt to say happy birthday but I forgot. Today’s lecture on comparative constitution was soporific.

I have been feeling so lonely.

Or rather, disconnected. The guy from the other night, the one I kissed, dm’ed me on instagram asking me to hang out. I did not reply.

Yesterday I was so productive and today I cannot even manage to read. I started Heaven by Mieko Kawakami and it has captured me in a way fiction has not done in a few months, but as I lie in bed I cannot get the strength to go pick it up.

Yesterday, on the other hand, I went to class at eight. I wandered through the empty rooms, flooded with daylight and the quietness of early mornings. Everything starts late here - today, after my lecture, which finished at ten, I walked through the city center and things were just beginning to open, as if it was seven.

I went to the gym, chest and back day. I went home, and cooked lunch. Making food is quite the daunting task. I have to re-learn everything. I used to just not eat when I was home alone, or feed myself with fruit and yogurt until my stomach hurt. Now I try to make a meal. Eat as cleanly as possible. Balanced, even. I did not leave the dishes in the sink, I washed them. That can also be quite the daunting task when your dirty dishes are more than a few tea stained cups. I showered. I put on a thick cardigan and left the house to get groceries.

V. and I invited M. and E. over for dinner. They stayed until midnight. I wish they had gone home sooner.

These days I just want to sleep.

-c.

#diary

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hollyspacey · 2 years

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the sight of you will prove to me i’m still alive : em

Pairing: Eddie Munson x original female character

TW: wounds, hurt/comfort, a ‘lil smut

After a tough battle, Eddie lends a helping hand.

a/n: I haven’t posted a story in eons and this is my very first time playing in the ST sandbox so please, please be gentle!

The battle was long and bloody but they had won. All of them worse for the wear, but each and every one miraculously alive. Hannah had taken some serious hits, looking in her bathroom mirror at the cuts and scrapes and bruises peppered all over her naked body. She was exhausted, wanted nothing more than to collapse on the first soft surface and sleep for the next week or so. But Eddie had insisted she shower and clean her wounds first.

Seeing her injured had changed something between them, he'd barely left her side once the battle was over and the dust had settled. He was her best friend and he thought he'd lost her. The pure panic on his face was what pushed her forward, steeled her resolve, helped her resist the urge to break down although every cell in her body desperately wanted to.

A soft knock on the bathroom door broke her from her spell.

"You ok in there?"

"Yeah, I'm good," she said, lying to him as well as the face that stared back in the mirror.

"I'm right out here, if you need anything just yell."

Hannah forced herself to move away from the mirror and turn on the shower. Steam began filling the room as she stepped under the spray. She let out a hiss as the water ran over the assortment of cuts and scrapes, tiny stings all over her body. She looked down to watch the water run dark as the blood and dirt swirled down the drain. She didn't know how long she stood there letting the hot water wash over her, it could've been seconds or minutes or days but auto pilot kicked in and she started to clean herself. Her mind replayed the fear and violence and worry of the last few hours.

Lifting her arms to wash her hair broke her from her horrible daydream as a sharp pain shot along her side. She'd taken a hard hit and her ribs were bright purple and painful.

"Uhh Eddie?" She called out.

He answered immediately, his voice muffled by the door, "Yeah, what is it?" She didn't answer right away and he cracked the bathroom door. "Hannah?"

She cleared her throat, "I can't lift my arms, could you maybe help me wash my hair?"

"Are you sure?"

She huffed softly, "My modesty or lack thereof is the last thing on my mind right now."

She could hear Eddie taking his clothes off, before he pushed the shower curtain to the side. His eyes were glued to Hannah's, not daring to look down at her body. He was wearing only a pair of gray boxers as he stepped in. Hannah handed him the bottle of shampoo and turned around to face the water. The smell of coconut filled the air as Eddie tentatively reached out and began lathering her hair.

Something about the gentle way he carded his fingers through her hair broke her. The tears fell unimpeded from her eyes, Eddie not mentioning the silent sobs that wracked her body. Once her hair was squeaky clean and she'd just about cried herself out, he turned her to face him with a hand on her shoulder. He swiped her cheek with his thumb, his eyes looking worriedly into hers.

"I'm fine," she said unprompted, in a voice that called her a liar.

"I know. You're stronger than you look."

"Are you saying I don't look strong?"

A look of relief covered his face as if he knew that the teasing note in her voice meant she would be fine eventually. "Did you get your wounds clean?"

"I think so. I think I fucked up my ribs though. Everything hurts."

"Can I look at it?"

"Eddie if you wanted to look at me naked, you could have found a better way than this."

"Yeah well, none of my other moves were working," he said with a soft laugh, looking deep into her eyes.

He let his hand trail down her arm, pulling it over to cover her chest. "I don't want the first time I see you naked to be like this," he explained.

Hannah felt her body warm at his words. Her world just kept tilting further and further off its axis but for the first time it felt like it was righting itself. Like the world had thrown its very worst at her, but then turned around and given her the simple, immeasurable gift of Eddie Munson looking at her with something like love and gratitude in his eyes. She watched as he leaned down to prod gently at the mottled purple covering her side.

"Think I'll live, Doc?"

"For now, yeah," his thumb brushed her side and he nodded. "I don't think it's broken but it's gonna feel like a bitch for a few days."

An ache settled between her legs at his calloused fingertips skating over her sensitive skin, and a heavy breath fell from her lips. He glanced up at her from his bent position and looked into her eyes, his own darkening as he tried to decipher the look she was giving him. Hannah let her arm softly but deliberately fall to her side, exposing herself to Eddie.

He straightened and took a deep breath. "I don't want to misread that."

"You're not."

"I don't want this to be because of what happened tonight."

"It isn't."

Eddie felt something inside him break as he let his eyes drift down and take her in. In an echo of his earlier move, Hannah ghosted her hand down his arm and pulled his hand up to rest on her chest. Eddie's hands traced over her body as if he knew that his touch was somehow wiping away some of the night's trauma. He took Hannah's chin in his hand and tilted her head up. They looked at each other hungrily for a second before he leaned forward and captured her lips with his. Hannah let herself be pressed back gently against the cool tile as Eddie pushed closer to her.

Their first kiss was everything Hannah had known it would be. It felt like coming home after a long trip, or a perfect sunset, or a gentle summer rain. It felt fated somehow. An apology from the universe for everything bad that had ever happened to either of them.

Like, yeah, sorry for the monsters and the violence and the world almost ending for the millionth time, but here is this magical wonderful thing to make up for it.

Eddie's hand slipped down to the apex of her thighs. "This ok?" He asked in a husky voice. She nodded quickly and he shook his head. "Need to hear you say it, babe."

"Yeah, yes, please, Eddie. Touch me."

"With pleasure. "

Eddie’s fingers traced along her slit, gathering the slick that he found there as he explored her. A ragged moan fell from Hannah's lips as his thumb brushed over her clit.

Hannah reached down with the arm on her uninjured side to cup his bulge. His hips jerked forward at her touch and she took that as her sign to pull down the front of his soaked boxes until his hard length sprung free. She gave him a few experimental strokes as he caught her lips with his again.

Hannah groaned into his mouth as he pressed first one, then two fingers into her. She let herself grind against his hand, stroking him in rhythm with his own movements. He grunted into the crook of her neck, their bodies trying to get closer than was humanly possible. Hannah could feel her release building up inside, broken moans falling from her lips.

"Want you to come on my fingers, sweetheart, can you do that for me?"

"Yes," she said with a gasp. Eddie felt her walls flutter around his fingers, spurring on his own release, his hips jerking into her fist.

They stood under the water for a moment, breathless and shaky, bodies still pressed together. They moved silently to turn off the water and wrap up in towels as they left the bathroom. Hannah climbed into her bed, looking shyly up at Eddie where he stood a few feet away.

She motioned him forward, "Come on, let's go to sleep."

"No funny business now," he said, sternly.

"I don't know if I have it in me for any more funny business tonight."

"Maybe tomorrow," Eddie suggested as he crawled into bed next to her, pulling her into his arms.

The last thing Hannah registered before she fell asleep was a soft kiss placed on her forehead. Tomorrow would come soon and there were no guarantees that hell wouldn't open back up beneath their feet but she had Eddie on her side and in her arms and somehow none of that mattered.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson x ofc #eddie munson x original female character #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things #nobody dies everybody lives #i love this man #title stolen from abba #i feel like they'd be cool with it

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calypsoff3 · 1 year

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Fifty Eight.

Drying my hands off slowly. I feel like a train has hit me between my legs, I breathed in and out and placed my hands on the sides closing my eyes. He was big, and the experience was painful. I yelled stop like ten times, but it wasn’t the stop that I wanted it to end, I just needed him to be slow. I knew I had to get through with it for my own sake. I refused to be a pussy no matter how much it hurt. We had a lot of lube and protection, and he had a lot of patience with me because I kept laughing. I don’t know what got into me, but I kept laughing, and when it ended, I felt like I was ran over, lying there. He told me to get up, he told me to go to the bathroom to pee. His dick had trouble getting in there all the way, I was bad, and I feel ashamed how terrible I was. All I really needed to do was to relax, and it became so much easier on both of us. This is a weird feeling, but I do feel pain, I really do. I feel like an injured person the way I am walking, maybe I should have tried with someone small, I have no idea “Rylee?” I jumped at him knocking on the door “you good in there? Just that I had to help you into the bathroom” Oakley said, am I being dramatic, he literally did help me “yeah” I said, I am ashamed of myself now for being a whole dumbass. He gave me his tee too; I can take this with me actually. Unlocking the door and opening it, his face is right there, and I laughed trying to close it “what” he said pushing it open “ugh, don’t look at me ok” he is laughing but I’m not “look I just want to know are you ok?” slowly walking out of the bathroom “just didn’t think yeah” I laughed again “think what?” he said holding my arm “that it was big in person ok” looking at him “you laughed, and you made me laugh. Like you are unbearable” I chuckled “this was bad wasn’t it? I didn’t know what I was doing” he took in a deep breath “look it happens, also there is a little blood on the bed, so we can sleep on top of the bed yeah?” nodding my head “ok, ugh. I am so annoying” my eyes bulged out, he is still hard too but he isn’t saying anything about that at all, he is just making sure I am ok.

Pressing my phone to my ear, I have just finished a shower and getting ready “you going down for breakfast?” he asked me nodding my head “I got scared, you wasn’t answering me” North said “I know, I was busy. Please tell they didn’t ask” she laughed “no, I posted an old picture of us when we was sleeping over that time so yeah, it’s ok. Did you have fun, I need details” I groaned out “I can’t, I need to get ready to go and have breakfast, I have some things to tell you but my god. I feel like a train ran through me” North yelped out “impressive, but like is he nice to you? You good yeah, you sound so grown. I don’t know, I need the details please hurry home quick” I chuckled “I will, I will. Speak soon” disconnecting the call, I sighed out “are you ok though?” nodding my head “yeah I am fine, just need to respond to North and my sister to know I am not dead” I am so hungry right now “I think your dad will kill me” looking at him “who’s telling him? Not me anyways, I am not telling them anything. Don’t worry about it, why are you worried when I am not” Oakley smiled “I know but like, just you know. I wanted to wait until you was eighteen least” he made his way over to me “I know but it’s our secret, between us. But thank you, I didn’t know what to expect from this, I didn’t know what would happen, it’s new to me and you was kind. This roadman was nice” he smirked at me “I really like you, you bring a different side to me” he pressed a kiss to my lips “I do, but you will be leaving soon” which he is “and you need to braid my hair, you promised” I love his hair “yeah I need my hair tie back” I pointed.

Soreness is a bitch, I am sore “so when do I see you again?” he asked me, like I am sure I read stories and the girl asks that “I need to go home first and then ask Tianna if she will come out with me tomorrow, so she will come with me ok?” he nodded his head “cool, I can take that. So you going to do my hair?” pulling a face “ah” I moved and hurt myself there “ah” he copied “not funny, how am I supposed to keep a straight face with my mom? She is awful, she knows and my auntie is also at the house, fuck” now I am stressing “deny it, don’t smile either” he has a point “you know what is peak, is that I don’t think your parents like me, at all. I don’t think he will accept me” he wiped his hands “why?” I questioned “I am a roadman; I am older then you. And also I did the deed with you” I cringed, he has a point “then we can pretend you didn’t, I don’t know. But my parents have to like you, if you make me happy then why not? Your little brother likes me” Oakley snorted laughing “he said that Chris Brown daughter? How, that was funny though not going to lie” his little brother is cute “he thinks your dad is some young guy, like relax little bro. He is old” I really like Oakley so much, I can’t even deal “that old man” rolling my eyes “man, I am thinking back to last night and you legit laughed at my dick” I nearly spat my drink out “Oakley please stop, I was shocked. I mean, come on like I don’t go around looking at dick and seeing that I was you know amused in a good way. You know what shocks me is that you not like whore yourself around” he raised his eyebrow “whore yourself? Now why would I do that, I mean I have had females, general yeah my relationships lasted, like yeah. I have had a few not like so many” I am shocked, I expected more “so like what happens with you know, you going back to the UK?” I asked “that’s why I was like damn, your mom stopped that really and I don’t want you to put yourself out there so like we can work it out but I want to see you tomorrow, I really do you know” I have to find a way to get Tianna out.

I am drained, I am tired. But I am home, I have done everything I can to be normal, I have had painkillers too because I need to be normal, I have to sit normal too. I am still walking funny too, this is great. Let me say hi to the family first before I even go upstairs because they will end up saying I ignored them. Taking in a deep breath “Rylee is home” Junior said, I smiled “hi everyone” I smiled looking at everyone “have a nice sleep over?” my mom asked “I did thanks” nodding my head “Rylee, I got the Amazon package for you” she jumped over the couch and to me “ok” I turned away “oh my god” I hit into my dad “oh dad” I smiled “I missed you” my dad said “why?” I laughed “we played Ludo and I know you love that game, that is all. Also I will be leaving soon so I want to spend time with you before I go” letting out an oh “you not taking the boys to a game?” I asked “tomorrow” nodding my head, he will be busy so it’s perfect. Walking towards Tianna “mhmmm” she said smiling “I need a favour from you, and you have to say yes” I pointed “first, I want the details. Now!” she spat, which made me laugh.

Rylee is actually a good sister, the times we haven’t got on and now that we do I feel it’s late because she will be moving to New York. If only we got on like this before we would have been able to stick together through the things I went through and also her. I am sad she will be moving there but I am going to enjoy the moments we have. She even said I can use her car when she goes but I am happy. I am in the happiest place I am at right now and I really think it was the school that did it, I realised now that Rylee actually didn’t want the attention and they are all just dicks, not nice people at all “so Rylee, tell me again how you laughed at his dick?” she reached over and hit my leg “shut up, you and him are doing the same thing to me” I laughed out “you’re funny” looking ahead of us, Rylee is driving to see her fancy man and I came with her. I made mistakes and I am not doing that again ever, I love my sister “didn’t you like laugh when you did it?” she asked “no Rylee I didn’t, it was a serious matter. You know boys are sensitive I am shocked he didn’t refuse?” I am shocked “well erm, he ended up laughing with me and said I am stupid, I feel like we are closer. I feel it, I feel he has taken a part of me and in a weird way I have a part of him” I smiled at Rylee “I felt the same way, trust me. And also men soon show their ass too” I have also learnt that “is this his song?” I asked her “oh yeah, it is. I think I know his songs off by heart now” she is very strung on him, I was with Cody so yeah, it will play through however long it does go.

I mean this is interesting, a hotel room with two other guys and Oakley sat between Rylee’ legs, I am shocked she can open those right now, laughing to myself “what is funny?” Rylee asked, “I had a funny thought” she is concentrating so hard doing his hair “are you white?” I asked “well I am light, but I am half Guyanese” Rylee yanked his head back “see how he claims his Guyanese side, what about the other side?” he looked up at her “we had this conversation” they just stared at each other “but anyways, what was funny?” she asked again “I just thought how you can have your legs open wide when just last night-” Rylee paused with her mouth open “that is funny you know, you funny” it was funny, I told her it was to me “don’t laugh at her stupidity thanks” I huffed, looking around the room “how come you don’t smoke? Like weed, ain’t that the rapper thing to do” I am talking too much “I don’t smoke” that is different “hey, what is her name again?” he asked Rylee “Tianna” Rylee said to him “Taina?” Rylee stopped doing his hair staring at him “your accent is shit, I told you this already” he defended himself “it’s Ti, just say that” these two stay just giving eyes, over it “can you get my phone, take a picture of me please love” getting up from the couch “I will unlock it for you, can you cover Rylee’ eyes though” he laughed, passing him his phone “I will yank your hair from your scalp” Rylee is going to threaten him “how do you deal with that?” I asked him “I switch off, here” taking his phone from him ”so picture of you? Not Rylee right?” he nodded his head “correct” The way Rylee looks right now, she reminds me of mom so much, the concentration “she used to do my hair and it was bad, she was rough on me” poor guy.

Rylee shoved her phone in my face “you think from the hands dad would work out it’s me?” squinting my eyes “nope, I mean that would be weird really, least you made it on his Instagram” I said “ya get me, tell her. She made it” Oakley sat down “I wanted to ask, let me do the sibling thing, what happens now. You go back to London and then what?” I am being nosey “do you really like my sister, like that is my question really” he looked at Rylee, I have noticed one thing about him, the way he looks at Rylee first about anything “I can’t say much, she is sat here right” Rylee waved her hand around “really, I uhm. I do like her, but I think if like. What can I say people will see my age, then see Rylee. They will see it as something else, I think when she is eighteen it will be better, you know. That is it really, I am the most relaxed and she is just always on a madness, ain’t you?” she shrugged “madness? Like she is crazy” he laughed “madness meaning to me is she is stressing out about something, ranting on some shit. Let me ask ok, so let’s say you see this, what would you say? Outside looking in” he asked me a question “I don’t know you know because you don’t look your age, and to be honest my sister isn’t like an average seventeen year old until my parents make her feel it but get where you are coming from, you don’t want to be judged but that is on you both I guess. I am just saying” looking a my phone, Cameron missed called me again “hello” I answered “ignoring my calls” frowning “in what way” I asked “well you in the car with Rylee rapping away and not answering me, in your Insta that is” letting out an oh “yeah, yeah. I wasn’t ignoring you, I was just out, I will call you tonight, I am eating right now” Rylee is nosey too so I rather night “mhmmm fancy man?” she said “fancy man, you mean Cameron” I am not shy to say it to her “also mom text me, she said for us to come back with milk, before we get home” she sighed out “when do you go home again” she leaned on Oakley “you know I was thinking, New York isn’t bad getting there. It’s better then Cali. New York ain’t a problem” oh not him willing to travel “really? Coming to London will pose difficult unless my mother goes there then I can” I was ready to give Cody my all, Rylee is going through that right now, I can see the look in her eyes.

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mookie--jam · 2 years

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Chapter 4: Whoopsie Daisy (Empty Canvas)

My second day in Seattle started out calm. Everything was maybe running too smoothly. A calm before the storm as it were. The storm that was hanging above my head was a party. Come on, Vedder how bad can it be? It’s just a party. With a bunch of people you’ve never met, who all know each other and are very curious to meet you. Great.

When I woke up in the basement of the Potato Head gallery I was disoriented for a good five minutes before realizing where I was. Seattle, yup, right, how could I forget? The first thing that I noticed was the lack of ocean sounds. Usually I’d wake up to waves crashing onto the beach. They’d call my name like nymphs from a Greek myth: “Eddie, come here Eddie! Come and play with us. You love us and we love you!” It’s been one day and I already miss it.

I made my way upstairs to the desk of the gallery where there indeed was a guy named Trevor who handed me the keys to Lola’s apartment as she told me the night before. I went to her apartment still half asleep and opened the door. The feeling that I was intruding woke me up. I’ve known this girl for a day and here I am, in her apartment alone. It felt strange. But it told me something about her as well. She was not one to easily mistrust people. Some people might see that as a naive trait, I see it as a hopeful one. It tells me she doesn’t automatically believe in the worst of people. That’s good, because I like her and if my dark side ever comes out I might not scare her away, though I probably will. Most people are scared away by it.

I see a thermos on the stove of her kitchenette with a yellow post it on it. The writing on it is kinda messy.

Fresh coffee for a fresh start. Cereal in the upper cabinet, milk in the side of the fridge. Enjoy your breakfast! -Lola

There was a little smiley on the bottom as well. Maybe she is too good for the world, after all she’s feeding a practical stranger. I follow the instructions on the post it and thus succeed in making myself breakfast. After finishing it I immediately do the dishes, also the ones that were left by Lola from what seems last night and this morning. It’s the least I can do.

Then something catches my eye. It’s something I noticed last night as well. Her record collection, it’s neatly organized in a cabinet next to her bathroom door. Upon closer inspection I see that she has organized everything alphabetically according to artist name. Beginning with ABBA ending with Zeppelin and everything in between. It’s a great collection, though it has some questionable additions, but I have a feeling they have an explanation. We’ve got Blondie, Bon Jovi (slightly questionable, though great when drunk), The Clash, The Doors, Jefferson Airplane, Janis Joplin, Santana, Jimi Hendrix, The Ramones… The list goes on and on. Also Barry Manilow for some reason, very questionable. But then it hits me. Her name was Lola, she was a show girl. And sure enough when I look on the back, there it is, Copacabana. I also find a record by The Kinks and again as expected Lola is on there. Towards the end of her collection I find something that puts a stupidly large grin on my face. Quadrophenia by The Who, without a doubt my favorite album in the world. The cover of the album has some wear and tear on it, it seems well loved. I decide to put it on and I’m hit by the all to familiar sounds of Pete Townshends guitar. And for the first time since arriving in Seattle I feel completely at home.

I start singing along and eventually make my way to Lola’s bathroom and shower. It’s a necessity because I can nearly smell my own stench. The cold sweat from a horrible night’s sleep clung to my back. I get lost in the music and in my thoughts and the cleansing powers of the water that go beyond just hygiene at this point.

Eventually I decide that I’m clean enough and that I’m just wasting water at this point. I wrap a towel around my waist and one around my head. The skill of the hair hat was taught me by my ex-girlfriend. And luckily it’s been kept secret between the two of us. I’m reminded that there’s still some coffee left and head out of the bathroom straight for the thermos, still humming along with The Who. Just at the moment I’m pouring myself another cup the door opens and in comes Lola. Oh shit!

From the look on her face those are her thoughts exactly as she’s standing there in the doorway, in her hotel uniform, with grocery bags on one arm and a bunch of daisies in the other. If someone walked in on us now, they’d die of laughter. A shocked girl standing in the doorway, walking in on a half naked guy, drinking coffee whilst singing along to The Who.

“Hi”, I say because my mind can’t think of anything else to say, and my body can’t think of anything else to do than wave at her. Vedder, you’re an idiot! Lola slowly closes the door behind her and puts her grocery bag by the door. The flowers are still in her hands. I pick up the vase by the window sill I saw earlier and reach it out to her. “Looking for this?” I ask her.

At this point she bursts into a hysterical fit of laughter and I do the same. Jesus fucking Christ. We know each other less than 24 hours and she walks in on my half naked and my first reaction is to help her look for a vase. I’d better look for my dignity.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you’d be back already”, I mumble in between laughing fits.

“I had a half shift today because I was filling in for a colleague”, she explains, wiping tears from her eyes. Eventually the laughter dies down and luckily the awkwardness is lifted.

“Eddie”, she eventually says.

“Yeah”, I say taking another sip of coffee whilst it still hot.

“Might I suggest you put on some clothing, because the towel on your waist is getting dangerously loose.” I look down and indeed, the towel is looser and lower than it first was, probably from the laughter. “Right”, I say, quickly putting the coffee on the counter. “Give me a second”, I say and I quickly run for her bathroom door. Just a I’m closing the damn door as the towel drops, let’s just hope she didn’t see anything. I quickly put on my clothes and pull the other towel out of my hair.

I awkwardly open the door again. “I’m so, so sorry”, I mumble, my full embarrassment sinking back in.

“It’s fine”, she says. She’s standing by the window sill now, arranging the daisies she brought in, “it’ll remain our little secret.” She turn around and gives me a wink before continuing arranging the flowers.

“Those are nice, did your boyfriend leave them at your work?” I ask, walking a little closer to her.

“Nope, no boyfriend to give me flowers, so I just buy myself some every now and then. You know to cheer up the place. And to give unknowing people the illusion that I’m dating someone.” She lets out a little laugh.

“So are daisies your favorite?”

“No, peonies. But I only get those on my birthday. You know, to keep them special.”

“And when’s that?”

“When’s what?” she asks finally taking her eyes off the flowers and looking straight at me.

“Your birthday.”

“December 3rd.”

“That’s coming up quite soon. Like a month and a half.”

“Yup, finally I’ll be 21 so I can at last buy my own damn wine.” I laugh at that. I understand her frustration completely. I used to have it back in the day as well, even over the same beverage.

“And yours?” she asks.

“What? What mine?” I ask kind of out of it.

“Your birthday, when is your birthday?” she asks me, as she takes a packet of cigarettes out of her nightstand. She takes one out and offers me one as well, which I do not decline.

“December 23rd”, I answer her and take the lighter from her to light my cigarette.

“Hey we’re quite close, a twenty day difference.”

“Yeah, but a five year age gap”, I add as I blow out the smoke.

“So are you nervous about the party?”

“Nervous. Well I don’t know if that quite covers it. I just have no idea what to expect”, I say and take a seat and sit on her bed, she sits next to me.

“Well, how about I give you the general run down?” she asks as she positions herself against the head board and puts her feet in my lap. That’s one thing I’ve noticed about Lola, she doesn’t really care for the concept of personal space and honestly I’m not bothered by it at all. She could sit on my lap and I’d be completely fine. She could sit on my face and I’d be ecstatic. Oh for fuck’s sake, Vedder! One: you know her less than a day. Two: she is one of the best friends of your new band mates and I seriously doubt they’d enjoy you fucking around with her. Three: she seems so much more than someone to just fuck. I know she’s so much more. I just want to know who she is, because ever since I laid eyes on her she’s been on my mind and she won’t get out. Not that I am complaining. I just want to get to know her, I could listen to her all day and not get bored. I just feel it. Yet she has barely told me a thing about herself. I just want to know, I need to know.

“So it’s a party at Cornell’s place. He used to live with Andy, but ever since Andy’s passed he’s been on his own. Anyhow that doesn’t matter. It’s this apartment in Westlake. The place is a complete fucking mess, but it’s got a shitload of charm and a great view. Realistically speaking we’ll get there by 10, even though Cornell said to come around 9. This for two reasons. The first of which is that we’re hitching a ride with Mike and his car is so old and beat up that we’d be better off walking, secondly Cornell himself is always late when it comes to his own parties and thus everyone else is also late. So when we arrive around 10 we’ll probably be one of the first to arrive. Now as for who’s gonna be there… I think I’ll keep that a secret. Also because I suck a describing people. I mean I had to describe you to Cornell yesterday and I made him think you were a junkie.”

“You know, you were right about that”, I say without missing a beat, causing her to choke on her smoke. “I’m kidding, don’t worry.” I quickly reassure he after I see the shock in her eyes.

“You better be. And I’ll advise you against making such jokes tonight, they might back fire”, she adds putting out the cigarette in the ashtray and lighting a new one. I nod. There’s some things that are left unsaid in this moment. I know a bit of the background information, but I decide not to push on about it. If she ever wants to talk about it, she will. But as far as I can tell that won’t be for a long time.

“I’m sorry”, I mumble for what seems the umpteenth time today as I put my cigarette out in the ashtray. She immediately offers me a new one. “It’s okay, I’ll explain one day, but not now”, she says and tosses me the lighter. I decide to wait a second to light the cigarette and put it behind my ear. I crawl next to her and wrap my arms around her. “Yesterday you said you were a hugger and you look like you need a hug”, I explain myself. At first she’s a bit rigid, but eventually she leans into my chest and lets out a shaky breath. After a second I feel her head shift to look up at me. There’s small tears in the inner corners of her big bambi eyes. “Thank you”, she mouths before distancing herself a bit more. “Any time.”

“For fuck’s sake Vedder, you’re in Seattle for a day and you’re already making women cry”, I hear Stone from the door. He’s standing there with his arms crossed and his hip jutted out.

“He’s making me cry with laughter”, Lola quickly adds, trying to cover our tracks, I don’t even know if there’s something to cover, but if she wants to hide this, then I’ll play along.

“Yeah, I just told her a joke”, I chime in.

“Oh really?” Gossard asks raising his brows, not buying it. “What joke?”

“Knock knock”, I quickly say.

“Who’s there?”

“To.”

“To who?”

“Well actually it’s to whom.”

“You’ve got her in a fit of cry laughter over a knock knock joke with a grammar punch line?” Stone asks in disbelief. I should’ve pulled out one of my better jokes, I knew it. Lola is nodding.

“Well if you’re good looking you can get away with bad humor. Anyhow Eddie, rehearsal time.” I nod and stand up, but Lola puts her hand on my arm and gestures me to come closer. I lean in a bit. “Thanks for covering for me”, she whispers in my ear, “I swear I’ll explain later.”

“Don’t worry about it”, I whisper back.

“Oh and Vedder”

“Yes?”

“You’ve got a lovely ass”, she whispers before giving me a push towards Stone. “I’ll see you after rehearsal. When we shall officially celebrate your arrival”, she shouts after us as Stone takes me down the stairs.

“I don’t know what she said that is making you blush like that, and I don’t think I want to know.”

Good Stone, because you don’t need to know that she saw my naked butt.

#pearl jam fanfic #pearl jam fanfiction #eddie vedder fanfic #eddie vedder fanfiction #grungefic #grunge fanfic #grunge fanfiction

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tryingtowriteplease · 1 year

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the entire point of me making this blog was to force myself to actually post my writing somewhere lmao so fuck it we ball and all that

the rundown: when i was 14 i wrote this very fucked up thing of a Guy waking up from suspension only to be informed he is not That Guy, he is a Clone of That Guy, and That Guy is Dead

i rediscovered it sometime last year and went "wow!!! that's so fucked!!! ...do it again!!!"

insert an excerpt of doing it again

Jamie felt like he was going insane. Shit, even his name felt so wrong. He wasn’t Jamie. He didn’t feel like Jamie, no one treated him like Jamie, and fuck did hearing the name Jamie every hour of every day grate on his damn nerves.

He wasn’t sleeping soundly, which was maybe how it started. Almost every night he would gasp awake between hours, clutching for gunshot wounds that weren’t there. He felt like it was unbelievably cruel of them to make him remember dying. He tried his best to rest anyways, but always ended up first awake nearly in the whole base. He would get his coffee from the lab, since Dr. Bennett wasn’t as bad as everyone else, and then he would usually hole up in his room to study until the odd hours where he was pretty sure no one else would be using the training rooms.

The team definitely hit the hardest, in terms of their treatment. Jamie found himself longing for high fives and hugs that just… didn’t happen anymore. Had never actually happened, for him. That was maybe the worst part, he thought, knowing those memories didn’t really belong to him at all. It still stung to be greeted with glares from the corners of eyes, or in Parker’s case no attention at all unless he had to give it on a mission. They all knew he wasn’t Jamie, and he knew he wasn’t Jamie, so why couldn’t they just pretend? Start over?

He knew the answer was because he looked like Jamie. His reflection was driving him crazy. He hated seeing Jamie’s face in the mirror. The same freckles, the same hair, the same jaw.

It was a particularly bad day, one where it had felt like Connor was looking through him and he thought he heard Jesse whisper something about him, that he caved. He got back to his room, dumped his bag on the floor, and went to wash his face so he could just sleep, but… he stopped short when he turned the bathroom lights on.

He just couldn’t keep looking at that fucking face.

Really, he didn’t feel the stinging until a minute later, after he had been staring at his own face covered in blood for a few seconds too long. As the adrenaline subsided, the stupidity of what he’d done set in, but he didn’t really care. He grabbed one of his hand towels to stop the blood and quietly made his way to the lab anyways. It was after dark; no one would see.

Dr. Bennett asked a lot of questions, but Jamie didn’t have the energy to answer them. The doctor stitched him up either way. Jamie was just relieved he could distract himself for awhile; now he could look at the bandage on his nose instead of the rest of himself.

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dearlittlecanary · 2 years

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Matters of the Locks

Two years ago I wrote this commission for @eclecticegomaniac ! Originally posted under my now lost side account @.bearswritingaccount. This is a Steven Universe fictive for their original character and Steven! It ended at 2,050 words.

Grief: deep sorrow, usually associated with the feeling someone gets when someone has passed away.

It had been about two days, give or take a couple of hours, since Steven had kicked BlueBird to the curb, and Greg had had to say goodbye to his luscious hair that he had been growing out for as long as anyone could remember. Steven still felt guilty about it, and it was rather hard to watch Greg mope about, mourning the loss of his hair and the memories that were associated with it. While the others had tried to make him feel better about it, mostly by claiming that he looked better with the shorter hair, none of it seemed to stick. As Mia lay beside Steven, she found sleep to utterly elusive; her mind was far too awake to accomplish such a thing. Greg was just as much as a father figure to her, as the Gems were her family. That being said, it pained her to see him acting this way. Rolling over onto her side, again, honestly it was a miracle she hadn’t accidentally woken up Steven; a soft sigh escaped her.

What do people usually do in these kinds of situations? Mia wasn’t someone that was overly familiar with the idea of comfort and how to administer it. Shifting once again so she was on her back, her motions reflecting the impatience she felt inwardly, Mia stared at the ceiling, as if hoping an answer would come crashing through it. As she waited, she idly brushed some of her bangs out of her face, the motion causing her to freeze. That was it, wasn’t it? She could cut her hair to help Greg cope with the loss of his! Quietly, she glanced towards Steven, as if to make sure that he was still asleep while she snuck out of the bed. “Ninja skills.” she whispered under her breath, the words nearly inaudible. Mia knew that she didn’t really have to worry about the other Gems, except maybe Amethyst who had a habit of raiding the fridge at odd hours. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case tonight, for her trek into the bathroom was pretty uneventful.

Closing and locking the door behind her, Mia moved to stand in front of the mirror, a soft exhale escaping her; as if she was trying to expel all of her doubts at the same time. With slow yet steady movements, she untied the trademark blue bow that sat in her hair, placing the ribbon on the counter quietly. Then with deft movements, she untangled the braid, and pulled out the pony-tail holders so that her hair fell loosely and naturally. Once her strawberry blonde curls were free, Mia found herself hesitating. When Mia was younger, her parents controlled everything. What she ate and when she ate. How and where and when to sleep. What to wear. What to do. What to learn. The only thing she was allowed to control, allowed to have. . . was her hair. Ever since then, she hadn’t allowed anyone else to touch it. Hadn’t allowed anyone to cut it. Hadn’t allowed anyone to even dye it. Because it was hers and for a long time it had been the only thing that was hers. But now. . .

Squaring her shoulders, a determined look came over her face. “I’m doing this for Greg.” For my true family. And who knows, maybe that statement, ‘change is good’ is true after all. Nodding a bit to herself, as if to keep that confidence in place, Mia picked up her brush and ran it through her hair; wanting to be sure she got out all of the knots before she went to cut it.

It only took a couple of minutes for her hair to become knot free. Not allowing herself another moment of hesitation, Mia grabbed the scissors. The bathroom was utterly silent, save for the snipping of the scissors and the soft thumps of her hair hitting the bathroom tile.

Setting the scissors down with a quiet breath, Mia stared at her reflection in the mirror. She had done quite well actually, at least, it all seemed even. She may have to ask Steven tomorrow to help her with anything she may have missed. Her hair now settled about midway down her neck, and the difference was astounding. Her head just felt so much . . . lighter. And she certainly looked different, but it was a good different. A good change. A change that fit her future. The more that she took in the sight, the harder it was to keep the smile off her lips.

Once she was able to tear her gaze away from the mirror, Mia quietly fetched the broom so she could clean up her mess, and she took a quick shower to get the last bits of hair off of her. Having changed into something comfortable, she found that she was more awake than ever. So, instead of going to curl back up with Steven, Mia slipped out of the beach house, having opted to go for a walk instead. While she was in the shower, she couldn’t help but remember the past. And wonder what awaited them all in the future.

Walking along the shoreline, arms out a little; the same way a child would balance while they walked a curb, she watched the waves lap at her ankles. Being able to be out here like this, being able to have done what she did, being able to go and explore the world on her own if she so chose. . . it was intoxicating. She had had a taste of freedom, and she hadn’t wanted to let it go. But on the flip side, she had also been so new to freedom that she hadn’t realized that not allowing herself to change, to embrace the new person she was becoming, was limiting that freedom. Glancing at the waves, which glittered in the moonlight, she caught a glimpse of her reflection; and once again she couldn’t help the slight smile that pulled at her lips. “I am Mia Diane Lennox, and I control me.” she said softly, one of her hands moving to run through her so much shorter locks. It was an odd feeling, but a good odd feeling. A jubilant peal of laughter escaped her, and she found herself simply enjoying life.

There wasn’t any need to fear the past. There wasn’t any need to let it hold her back anymore, and this haircut was just the very beginning of that sentiment.

When morning came, all too soon in Mia’s opinion, she made her way back to the beach house, a part of her excited to see the others’ reactions, and another was a little nervous. She had long since come to see the others as family, and she always cared about what Steven thought, even if she didn’t always show it. Taking the steps two at a time, she had to hold back the urge to burst through the door without care. After all, it was still rather early. Though, that didn’t seem to have bothered Steven, as he had been awake for a couple of hours; after discovering that Mia was no longer beside him when he rolled over at some point in the night. He had been sitting on the couch, trying to bury his worry in Little Homeschool paperwork. He knew that Mia could handle herself, and he didn’t want to be that guy. But that didn’t stop him from worrying about her nevertheless. So, when she had come in through the door, Steven had practically leapt to his feet. “Hey!” he greeted, unable to keep the smile from his face.

“Hey yourself,” Mia replied, rather amused by his energetic outburst. She didn’t mention her haircut, it was rather obvious. Though it wasn’t as though it took Steven long to notice. “You cut your hair?” It wasn’t a bad question, it merely held curiosity in it’s tone. “I did.” she replied, giving a nod. If it was anyone else, they may have even rocked back and forth on their heels as they said that. However Mia was hiding her nervousness about the whole thing rather easily. “It looks good. Spunky, just like you.” Steven said with a soft smile. A grateful breath escaped Mia, and she subtly relaxed. “You think so?” she replied, returning his smile with a grin. “I know so.”

“I wanted to show your dad that he wasn’t alone, and that change can be good.” Mia explained after a heartbeat of silence, the two moving to the kitchen; Mia intending to find breakfast. “Really? He’d love that.” Steven said, surprised that that was the reason why Mia had done it, but at the same time, it was such a her thing to do. He couldn’t help the soft swell of love that ran through him as he leaned against the bar, his chin resting on his palm. “I think he’ll be coming by later, but if you want, we can go visit him in an hour or so, since it’s still early.” Steven suggested. The two carried on their conversation for quite some time, finding all sorts of things to talk about while they cooked and ate. Most of it was thinking back on the past, and how much they had grown up since then.

It wasn’t long before each of the other Gems made appearances. Amethyst had thought Mia’s new look was totally her style, and Pearl offered to help straighten the cut out later, which Mia appreciated, as she had figured that she had missed some spots. Garnet made a rather cryptic comment about how she was glad that Mia had gone with that cut rather than the others. “Did I have an afro in some timeline or somethin’?” had been her reply, which elicited all kinds of laughter from the others. It left the kitchen feeling warm, whole. True to Steven’s prediction, Greg had showed up not too much later after the Gems had made their appearance, and after Mia had explained the reasoning as to why she cut her hair, Greg couldn’t hold back his tears.

He had scooped her up into a great bear hug, and thanked her repeatedly over the course of the next couple of minutes. “You’re too sweet.” was another statement that he had often said while he thanked her. Mia didn’t think that her actions required such a big deal like that, but she was glad that he felt a little less alone. She had felt like that for far too much of her life; and she would be damned if anyone she cared about ended up feeling like that. She wouldn’t stand for it. Couldn’t. As she settled back at the bar, looking out at the small chat groups that had formed, Mia couldn’t help but feel like change really wasn’t all that bad after all.

Coming to sit at her side, Steven glanced over at her and then back out at their family, a soft, content sigh escaping him. “What are you thinking about?” he asked but a moment later. “The future.” Mia replied simply. “The future and change, and how it might not be so bad after all. Who knows, maybe next week I’ll try dying my hair.” Of course she was joking, she had had enough change to her looks to last her a little while. There was nothing wrong with small steps, right? “Oh? What color are you thinking?” Steven asked, true surprise coloring his tone. Mia hummed a bit in thought, before a devious grin came across her face.

“How do you feel about pink? A bright neon pink?” she asked teasingly, knowing full well that pink was his color. “Honestly, I think you can pull it off pretty well.” Steven said after a moment of thought. “Though, to be fair, green is more your color.” Mia chuckled softly at his suggestion, another soft hum of thought escaping her. “How about both then? Neon pink and neon green.” A soft and loving smile made it’s away onto Steven’s features. “If anyone can pull off such a thing, it’d be you.” he assured, moving his hand to find hers, twining their fingers together softly.

Change was good indeed.

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loop-hole-319 · 2 years

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R/Users of Reddit who was the weird kid at your school and what made them the weird kid?

Boy, do I have a story for you

For a little bit of context, I live in Amity Park, yes, the most haunted place in world. Yes, ghosts are real if you want to fight me on that do it somewhere else this is not the page to do so.

The kid is the son of the town weirdos, God I could go on and on about that family’s antics, But I will save it for a later post. The two parents are ghost hunters and have two kids one older daughter and one younger son. The eldest daughter is a certified genius, she plans to study in psychology and beat the school record academic intelligence or something, she even saved my ass from having to retake algebra. She is going places; she'll end up in one of those great women magazines.

Her younger brother on the other hand... is an interesting fella.

He was pale as a a sheet of paper and had black hair and bluest eyes that I had ever seen, I do not know even how to begin to describe the shade of blue that his eyes were. They were such an intense blue that there was no way for them to be natural, although sometimes they would shine green if the light hit them just right.

I think he also had Tapetum lucidum. I found this out the hard way when there was a power outage. I had just gotten out of the bathroom when the lights flipped off and was rushing to my classroom for safety, (ghost attacks often mean power outages) I had turned the corner and saw him opening a closet door and made the mistake of making eye contact with him. Those were the most intense 30 seconds of my entire life, and that's saying something living in a town where there are supernatural creatures attacking almost daily

But his eyes, I will never get them out of my head. Although it was dark in the hallway I could see his irises clearly, they were almost glowing. I will never forget the way I felt, it is what I imagine to be facing down a lion or Panther, there was an oppressive feeling on my chest and the air grew cold, I swear to myself I could see my breath. I was literally frozen in fear, then he slipped behind the door and the feeling instantly cut off. I ran the rest of the way to my classroom and never told any of my classmates about my encounter.

We started our freshman year together and he was a normal kid until halfway through the first quarter. Apparently, he got into some kind of lab accident, no details were released although it took out the power grid for about half the city. It must have Fucked him up or something because when he got back to school all of his shit went downhill. He must have had some kind of nerve damage because for the first month and a half after the accident he would constantly tripped over nothing and just collapse in the middle of the hallway. Oh he was also short he never grew an inch past freshman year I think it has to do with the accident he was in, maybe damaged part of his skeleton or something.

He also would drop stuff all the time including his pants, I remember he dropped so many beakers in the science room that he was banned from holding anything fragile and they actually had to order an entire new set to replace the ones he broke.

But then the ghost started showing up and he took it to whole new level. He carried around this soup thermos thing 24/7, he never left it anywhere always stayed by his side even to the bathroom.

The kid would go to the bathroom all the time and then just disappear and not come back sometimes for the whole school day. it got to the point where teachers would deny him access to the restroom but he would get up and leave anyways. But yeah when he did come back to class, he always looked like he had gotten run over by a bus multiple time.

I remember one time my friends and I we're headed to the bathroom to vape and saw him running down the hall and enter the restrooms ahead of us, when we got there, we the entirety of the boys room and he was just gone, vanished like fucking Houdini.

When he was in class, he was always either sleeping or just nervously sitting there like someone was about to attack him. He always looked so tired and whatever the teacher called on him he always shut up like a damn rocket.

I remember one time in class we were doing silent reading, this was one of the few times that he was actually in class and awake. When something crashed through the window, I think it was one of his parent's inventions and it focused in on him like a heatsinking missile and cracked him right in the back of the head knocking him out right there and then. His parents had to pay for the window damage.

or he also would constantly be targeted by the anti ecto devices that were installed in the school, he claimed to have ecto-contamination. but this just raised concerns about his home life and lead multiple people to speculate that his parents were experimenting on him. He profusely denied these claims.

Another time he came into class with a glowing arrow sticking through his leg when asked about it he just waved it off and said it would be fine.

He threw up in the middle of the hallway, his vomit was glowing, and it eat about an inch into the floor. On multiple occasions he would enter the classroom bleeding profusely, deny that he was bleeding and then sew himself up in the back of the classroom.

He also got bullied a lot by one of the football players at the school, they would always stuff him into the lockers, but he would always manage to somehow magically teleport to his next class sometimes even before I got there.

One time he punched a ghost, and another he cursed my friend out in some language that nobody was able to identify later on. I do not think it was a human language.

He would also carry around ectoplasm in a separate thermos and drink it for lunch. One of the jock bullies stole it from him and chugged the whole thing before realizing what was in the container, he was sent to the emergency room to have his stomach pumped and had severe chemical burns down the back of his throat and entirety of his stomach. Apparently the ectoplasm had been “weak” so it had less of an effect, what if it was “stronger” he might have had to have his stomach removed or been placed on a feeding tube. No charges were successfully pressed.

He had also been banned from bringing lunch from home as it came to life and attacked students and staff on multiple occasions.

The bitch was cold as ice to, I'm not talking about cold as in personality. No his skin was freezing to the touch. His friends literally used him as their own personal air conditioner during a heat wave last summer.

But aside from his eyes the biggest thing that made him weird was actually something pretty useful.

His Bladder. It was more accurate at predicting ghost attacks then the highly advanced technology specifically designed for doing so, it came with a 99% accuracy. The 1% is the times he actually had to go to the bathroom.

He also had his own stalker who accused him of being Phantom, the town superhero who was a ghost. although everybody thinks that he is just gay for the guy. But honestly, I think he's on to something not necessarily him being a half ghost superhero who lives with ghost hunters which is stupid but that guy is definitely not 100% human.

He still is super gay for him though.

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #in universe memes #dp in universe memes #danny phantom meme #dp #dp Reddit #wes weston #dp in universe reddit post

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