Not Alone - Peter Rumancek (Hemlock Grove) Part 1 Of 2

Not Alone - Peter Rumancek (Hemlock Grove) Part 1 of 2

*shrug* I was bored

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"Y/n! Y/N! Get the fuck back here!"

You ignored your father's shouting and kept running, as far away as you could not knowing where you were going. And until you didn't recognize where you were.

You eventually stopped running, leaning your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath.

After you caught your breath, you looked around and only saw trees. Miles and miles of trees. 

You sighed heavily, frustrated that you didn't pay attention to your surroundings. But you couldn't help it, you just kinda blacked out once you got hyped up on fear that your father instilled in you.

After being called useless one too many times, you finally got the courage to defend yourself, but all that did was get you a smack in the face.

So you ran, and now…you were fucking lost.

You just walked through the dense forest, hoping that you'd reach a clearing eventually. But after walking for what felt like an hour, you started to lose hope.

You hated the woods, and of course out of any direction, you had to run towards the woods. Hearing all the breaking of branches and animal noises really didn't help. The only real light you had was the light from the full moon.

You've always been easily spooked, so it was no surprise to you when you almost screamed when you heard the muffled thumps of what sounded like footsteps.

You turned to look every which way, but it was so dark that all you could see were shadows.

The footsteps kept getting closer and closer, and you felt more and more helpless.

"Hello?" You shouted out, a stupid idea really but you didn't know what else to do.

Suddenly, you heard growling. You quickly turned around only to be thrown to the ground, pinned down by an unknown creature.

You quickly came back to reality to see who or what your attacker was.

You were face to face with a large black wolf. You tried you push it off, but the creature was so heavy. It's breath was heavy on your face, looking down on you, almost seeming angry.

You started to cry. You weren't ready to die, you had so much to experience in the world. You didn't wanna be mauled to death by this dumb animal who didn't know any better, yet here you were.

Another stupid idea you had was to beg for your life, although you knew the animal wouldn't understand. And yet, "please don't. I don't wanna die." You muttered out, already trying to accept death.

The wolf suddenly stopped growling and got off you, almost like it actually understood you. But you were grateful anyway.

You sat up and scooted away, wide eyed at the creature that could kill you. A sudden pain in your upper arm made you hiss. You looked to see claw marks, bleeding. "At least I'm not dead…yet." You chuckled breathlessly.

You looked back at the wolf who was watching you intensely, you noticed he kept looking back at your arm, like he was regretful. "It'll heal." You voiced, then laughed. "Ugh, why I am talking to you like you can understand. I must be going crazy."

The wolf whimpered.

"If I stand up, you're not gonna kill me right?"

The wolf backed away a few steps, bowing his head slightly.

You carefully stood up, still aware that this was a wild animal that you did not want to spook. You looked around once more, unable to get your bearings. "If only wolves could navigate, then I'd be all set." You joked.

The wolf only tilted in head in confusion.

"I ran into the woods, without really paying attention to where I was going. Of course, now I'm lost. Fuck me." You groaned and sighed. "I'm probably gonna die here. Great. Maybe it would've been better if you had killed me, wolf friend."

The wolf suddenly walked towards you, making you step back cautiously. The wolf stopped, it then lowered itself to the ground and slowly crawled to you.

It was like it was trying to gain your trust, it made you feel weird. Why would an animal do this?

The wolf slowly stood up, lifting up his head and started to lick your hand. "Well, I'm not sure if you're apologizing or just tasting before you dine. Either way, it's cute."

The wolf bit onto your long sleeve gently, pulling you in a direction. "God, this is weird. I'm actually letting a dog drag me to who the fuck knows."

Eventually, the wolf let go of your sleeve and kept walking, assuming that you'd follow him. You did. You had no idea where to go anyways, so why not follow a wolf?

After a few minutes of following after the wolf, you legs started to ache. The wolf would occasionally look back to see if you were still following.

It was kind of like a leap of faith, following after an animal that seemed like it had some sort of intelligence. "If I wasn't as smart as I am, I would actually believe you could understand everything that's happened tonight." You chuckled softly.

The wolf suddenly stopped, and you were afraid that your luck had finally run out.

The wolf upturned it's head. You followed it's gaze, it was looking at the moon that was going down. You didn't bring your phone with you, but you figured it was almost sunrise.

The wolf turned to you and started to whimper. You furrowed your brows when it didn't pounce on you like thought it would, but instead, it kept whimpering.

"What's wrong, bud?" You asked softly.

The wolf started to lower itself to the forest floor. You had no idea what was happening. The wolf then laid on its side.

"Oh, no, no. You're not dying, are you?" You asked nervously. "I need you to get me out of this damn forest!" You kneeled beside the animal, seeing that it was closing it's eyes. "Damn it, bud. I was starting to get emotionally attached."

You didn't know what to do now that your buddy as taken the forever nap. You just decided to sit there, your back to the wolf. You thought that it would just be easier to find your way out of the woods when the sun came up.

You didn't expect to fall asleep, but you did. The one thing that woke you up was suddenly hearing fleshy noises from behind you, that scared you enough to wake up.

You stood up and backed away from the wolf, who you realized was the culprit of those noises.

You mouth was agape as you watched piece after piece of the wolf come apart. "What the fuck?" You almost screamed when you saw a human come out of the wolf. "I must be tripping balls…" You muttered, slowly walking towards the human.

The closer you got, the closer you recognized who the naked human was. "Peter?"

The boy suddenly opened his eyes and bolted upright, looking around frantically before landing his eyes on you. "…what…the…fuck…"

Peter smiled nervously. "I, uh…I can explain."

"Uh, yeah. Please explain why you were just a fuckin wolf and now you're not! What the fuck?!" You rambled, starting to hyperventilate.

Peter stood up and walked over to you when he saw you were starting to freak out. He out his hands in your shoulders, trying to steady you. "Hey, hey, hey, Y/N. Chill out, okay. Deep breaths, come on." He spoke softly.

You took many deep breaths, hoping you that you were just dreaming somehow. But after a couple minutes, you finally calmed down. You definitely weren't dreaming.

You started to blush furiously when you briefly glanced down. "Oh my god, you're naked."

Peter chuckled. "You just noticed this?"

"Sorry, I guess I was too busy noticing you coming out of a fucking wolf."

"Well, come on. My house isn't that far away." Peter said, taking your hand and pulling you along with him.

"Uh, wait." You said, taking off your jacket and handing it over to the Rumancek boy. "Don't want your dick to get hypothermia." You joked, chuckling.

Peter chuckled and nodded gratefully. "Right. Thanks." He grabbed the jacket and wrapped it around himself.

"So, do you like remember everything when you were a wolf?" You asked.

Peter sighed. "Here come the questions." He mumbled under his breath. "Yup. Everything."

"Oh." You whispered.

"What were you doing out here anyway, huh?" Peter asked.

"Oh, uh. I told you…just ran into the woods." You tried to deflect.

"Nobody runs into the woods without a reason."

You sighed. "I…I was running away from my dad. He's not a nice man. That's all I'll say."

Peter turned to look at you briefly, but turned back. "Oh." Is all Peter said.

"Have you always been a wolf?"

"Enough with the questions." Peter snapped.

It only took a few more minutes to get to Peter's rundown single wide trailer. He took a table cloth off and wrapped it around himself, handing you back your jacket.

"Well, thanks for getting me out of the woods." You said, getting Peter's attention. "I can find my way home from here. Or…to an urgent care." You chuckled.

Peter sighed. "You can't."

You raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Please, just stay here for today. There's...a lot to talk about now."

"If you're worried about me telling someone, I won't. I promise. I'm no snitch."

Peter sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "It's not that!" He snapped, making you flinch. "Just come in. Lynda will patch you up."

You sighed. "Fine."

Upon entering his home, you saw Peter’s mother sitting on the couch. "Peter, who's this?" Lynda asked nervously.

"This is Y/N. She was in the woods. I thought she could be…you know. I…scratched her." Peter told her.

Lynda suddenly was wearing a face of deep concern. "It was just a scratch, Ms. Rumancek! It's not too bad." You voiced.

"You scratched her?" Lynda asked, a bit too loud.

You started to get nervous. "Jesus, guys, it's just a flesh wound."

Everyone in the room seemed to sigh in unison.

"Okay, can someone explain what the hell is going on?!" You yelled.

Lynda walked up to you. "Why don't you sit down, dear." She suggested. Her tone was sweet enough to persuade you. "Peter, get dressed please." She ordered.

After a minute later, Peter came back in some sweats and sat next to you, making you even more agitated. "Okay, now that everyone's here…please fuckin explain." You huffed.

"When I was out there," Peter started, “I caught the scent of something bad. I followed it, and it lead me to you. The scent was so close. I thought it must’ve been you. But when I...attacked you...the scent started to go away.”

"So, you attacked me for no reason...okay. That's fucked up."

"So, the reason I asked you to stay was…" Peter sighed.

"Tell her, Peter." Lynda said.

"I don't know how well you know about werewolves, but usually, it's said that if a wolf scratched you…you'd turn into one."

You gasped, unable to speak. There's no way. There's just no way. So you laughed, making everyone confused. "Nice prank. You almost got me there."

"This isn't some joke, Y/N. You saw me out in those woods." Peter said angrily, Lynda putting her hand on his arm to try and calm him.

"We just wanna help you now, Y/N." Peter sighed.

After giving it some thought, you decided. "You guys are fucking crazy. No way I'm stuck turning into an animal my whole life." You stood up and walked to the door. "You're secret is safe with me, Peter, but that is it. Sorry…"

You made sure to slam the door on your way out.

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WARNING: SPOILERS FOR 7x13 OF THE 100

Read at your own discretion.

...I don’t even have words for how angry and upset I am over what happened to Bellamy.

It still doesn’t feel real to me. Like, I’m just so in shock right now.

At this point, I’m just upset at how shitty the writing has gotten. It made absolutely no sense for Clarke to kill Bell. She has proven time and time again that she cares about him so much. She even chose him over the human race. THE HUMAN RACE! Yeah, I get that she has a daughter now and that does change everything. But after she left him in the fighting pits, she vowed to never forget that he was family too and she told him that. But now she shoots him for the slightest chance that Madi would be in danger? It just doesn’t make sense, for the show and Clarke’s character. And she didn’t even get the effin notebook so she killed her best friend for nothing...

I’ll admit, I love Bellarke and I’ve wanted the ship to happen for awhile now, but I love Clexa too and I would’ve loved to see Clarke reunite with Lexa somehow. I wouldn’t even care if Bellarke never happened, I was content with them staying friends. So I’m not upset just because it means no Bellarke.

Over the past six seasons, we’ve always seen Clarke and Bellamy as co-leaders. They always had each other’s backs. Even when Bell was brainwashed by Pike’s influence, he tried to keep Clarke and his sister safe. And now he dies a traitor without getting redemption? Without saying goodbye to his sister, the one person he cared about more than the entire universe? Just because he saw some “people who transcended” or whatever in that stupid cave. It’s just bad writing.

Bellamy would have never betrayed his family and Clarke would never have shot her best friend for no reason. It’s not how they’ve been written all these years.

It’s obvious to me that they killed Bellamy off for shock value, just like they did with Lexa. She was shot for no reason and so was Bellamy.

They both deserved better.

Lexa deserved to be happy with Clarke. Bellamy deserved to be happy with Echo. They both should’ve lived happy lives.

I despise Jason with every fiber of my being for how terribly he’s treated these important characters.

I never wanted to post opinions here but I have no where else to do so, plus, it feels right.

I can only hope and pray that somehow the show will get better towards the very end, but I doubt it. Sorry for the rant, I’m just so hurt by this. Still crying and shaking from the blow so this probably won’t make any sense to whoever reads this who’s mentally sound lol    

Aerophobia - Mountain Ghoul (Ghost)

Soft boi vibes today lads 😊

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You watched as Mountain fiddled with his hoodie nervously, him really not loving where the band was currently headed.

It was the start of a new tour cycle, starting in the States. Meaning, they had to fly.

Now this wouldn’t be that big of a deal normally. But Mountain, being an Earth type, like to keep his feet planted on the ground.

The Ghoul loved touring, playing and seeing the fans. But he had one great fear that always came with the touring territory.

Flying.

Every time they’d have to tour by plane, it was something Mountain always dreaded. He absolutely hates it, and unfortunately gets picked on because of it sometimes.

Cirrus and Cumulus loves flying, since they are air types. The other Ghouls didn’t really mind it, besides Rain who gets a little nervous when the plane comes across some turbulence.

You weren’t new to tour life, so you’ve seen your fair share of band members who had some minor phobias of flying. But Mountain was a whole other story.

Mountain was not made for being in the air for any amount of time, even in the safety of a plane. He was made to be one with earth, nature, ground. So you understood how difficult it was for him to do this more than he ever thought he’d have to do.

Some of the crew joked that you were his designated flying buddy. Being that you had a natural calming and compassionate energy, Mountain always gravitated to you whenever he was anxious on tour.

You didn’t mind.

Mountain started tapping his foot and his breathing was uneven as the car pulled up to the private plane that was currently being fueled.

It was a pretty sad sight to see him shakily taking his suitcase out of the trunk and basically hyperventilating. You wished you could’ve calmed him down, but you knew nothing would really help.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes once you started to hear some of the Ghouls snickering at Mountain’s misery.

You gently placed your hand on the nervous Ghoul’s shoulder, him giving you an appreciative smile.

After helping a couple crewmates put away some luggage, you finally took your seat next to Mountain.

You smiled slightly when you saw him softly petting his mountain goat plushie that a fan gave him a while back, but you could still feel the anxiousness radiating off him like heat.

You mentally gasped when you realized you had forgotten to give him a gift of your own.

You reached down and grabbed your travel bag and searched around before finally feeling what you were looking for.

You pulled out a small glass vial with a chain attached to it, the vial containing a little bit of dirt from the garden of the Abbey.

Mountain gave you a confused look when you handed it over. “What’s this?” He asked, his voice wavering a bit.

“It’s a vial that has some dirt in it from home. I know it probably won’t help much, but I thought having a little piece of earth might help ease your nerves just a little.” You smiled.

Mountain just stared at the vial, shaking the contents inside gently. You were about to apologize, suddenly feeling silly. But he spoke first. “Thank you, Y/N. That’s really sweet.” He smiled genuinely.

Having the little bit of home didn’t help Mountain overcome his fear of flying of course, but it was a good reminder that he was safe.

Every time the plane would hit an air pocket in the sky, you would see Mountain clutch the vial and his stuffed animal tightly close to his chest.

Mountain ended up falling asleep much easier on that flight, leaning his horned head against your shoulder.

Still clutching that vial.

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uwu

Just Like You - Kenny McCormick(South Park)

I wrote this a really long time ago when I was obsessed with South Park. I don’t know why lmao, but here it is. 

Warning: Also wrote this when I was an edgy teen™, so cringe and possible trigger warning.

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Welp, today’s the day...

New town. New house. New school.

My parents had gotten a better job offer here in this little town of South Park, much to my dismay. I love traveling, but moving from a large city in New York to a small mountain town in Colorado is a lot.

It should be interesting though, more opportunities that I’ve never gotten before. Although, I still have to go to school. The local South Park high school.

I put on my outfit for school and wear my black coat over it. It seems to always snow here, only on rare occasions it gets warm. I run downstairs and grab a piece of toast my mother made from the kitchen. I find a note on the counter.

Have a good first day of school, hon. Try to make some friends, and yes, that means being nice to people. Your father and I will not be back until tomorrow morning, so keep those memories of your first day in you head until we can hear about it. Love you!

My mother is a freak, I love her, but she’s a freak. I’m surprised my father has a job with all the day drinking he does. It helps him get work done, I guess.

I walk to school still eating my buttered toast. Approaching the school, I take in its features. It’s an ugly yellow color. Although, I think all bright colors are ugly. I walk in the school and all eyes are on me. I pretend not to notice. I get my class schedule and such from the receptionist and make my way towards my locker.

“You must be new. I think I would’ve recognized an ass that fine before.” A brunette says to me. I roll my eyes and huff.

“As a matter of fact, I am new. I was hoping for something better than a lame catcall on my first day, but at least you tried.” I said and patted him on the shoulder. He glared, tears filling in his eyes, and stomped off.

I bet he’s never been rejected in his entire life, poor soul.

I walk into my first class and immediately get called on. “Well, hello there! You must be the new student. Y/N right? Well, I’m Mr. Garrison and this here is my little friend Mr. Hat. Say hello Mr. Hat!”

Okay...already creeped the fuck out. Something about his southern accent and oh yeah, his fucking creepy ass puppet just rubs me the wrong way.

“Now, please, go take a seat. Wait...are you a troublemaker?” He asks.

“Oh no. Not at all, sir.” I lie. It’s easy to lie. I have a natural talent for it.

“Oh alright, I guess you can sit next to Kenny. That boy in the orange coat. You can keep him in check.”

Will do, you creepy old fuck.

I take my seat next to the blonde haired boy. He’s kinda cute actually. After class a group of boys came up to me, including that Kenny kid.

“Hi, new kid! Just thought we’d introduce ourselves. I’m Kyle. This here’s Stan, Cartman, and Kenny.” The redhead said.

“Holy shit, look at those tits!”

“Cartman!” Kyle scolded.

“Well, first off. It’s Y/N, not new kid. And nice to meet you too...I guess.” I said and walked off. 

Yeah, I don’t have great people skills. My harshness has pushed people away. I’m trying to work on it. But determined from what the fatass said I probably don’t wanna be friends with those dudes.

Off to lunch, finally. Hopefully the lunch here is better than the ones at my old school. I took my tray and looked around the lunchroom. Everyone in groups or pairs. I see one empty table. I head towards it and sit down.

The food isn’t that bad, but I’ll definitely be bringing my own from now on. While I was eating I noticed people staring at me. One, that Kenny kid, and two, that guy that used that lame catcall. I got uncomfortable real quick.

The rest of school was a bust. It was boring. Now, I want something fun to do. I heard that there’s a pond near here, that sounds like fun. I asked directions to where the pond was, which I found out was called Stark’s Pond, and headed there.

I approached and noticed no one was there. Perfect.

I looked around in my bookbag for some rope, and luckily I carry some around with me at all times. I look a heavy looking rock and tie it to the rope. I’m not that heavy so it should work.

I tie the other end of the rope around my ankle. I throw the boulder into the pond and it yanks me down, breaking my ankle. It drags me down until the rock rests at the bottom of the pond.

It’s dark and cold. I’m floating, suspended in time. I look up and see the sunlight breaking through the surface of the water, but it’s not enough to reach me. My hair flies around, loose and tangling each other. I reach up and run my fingers through my soft hair.

It starts...I try to gasp for breath but it isn’t there. My lungs start to burn with fire as no oxygen reaches them and they only fill with water as I struggle for air.

I always find this part of drowning so fascinating. Your survival instincts kick in and you try so desperately to fight to survive but come up short when your lungs fill completely with water and your body becomes stiff and frozen.

I black out.

*The Next Morning*

I gasp and bolt upright from my bed.

I sigh in relief to see that I’m back again, in my new home. Every time I die, there’s always a part of me that’s afraid I’ll never come back, and yet I always do.

The first time it happened, I was 10. I was at a birthday party. It was my friend’s party cake that killed me. Someone, while making the cake, accidentally put poison in it. I don’t know how in the hell someone “accidentally” puts poison in a cake, but it happened.

I started to feel hungry, it wasn’t time eat yet but the cake was on the kitchen table and I couldn’t help myself. I took a small piece of cake, it was delicious but it caused me to foam out the mouth and have a seizure. I died almost instantly. Good thing I died otherwise the rest of those kids would’ve had a bad day.

Then I woke up in my bed the next morning.

The hardest part was that no one remembered that I died, but I did. I remember the whole painful experience, and my parents didn’t even believe me. They took me to counseling after that, not that it helped.

One day, a few weeks after the first time I died, I tried crossing the road without my parents. I looked both ways and no cars were coming as far as I could tell. As soon as I almost crossed the, a car came out of no where and completely wrecked me. Again, I woke up in my bed like nothing happened.

The day after I built up the courage enough to test out the theory that I was unkillable. My dad had a 9 mil in his safe. I shot myself, and just like that, I woke up in my bed the next day.

At first, I was insanely afraid of myself and it wasn’t until last year that I realized it could be fun.

I’ve tested out so many ways of dying. Yesterday at the pond was my first time drowning, but I wanted to get over it cause I knew I’d drown soon even if I avoided it. Next on my list is falling to my death, but besides drowning heights is my biggest fear. Heights might be a good excuse to procrastinate getting that done.

I get up out of bed and take a quick shower. I wonder if I’ll ever stop being immortal? It’s probably a good thing I am since I’ve become so accident prone.

After my shower, I quickly got dressed and jogged down the stairs, almost falling in the process. I walked into the kitchen where I saw my parents.

“Y/N! Hello, sweetie!” My mom said and gave me a hug.

“Hey.” I said.

My mom was making waffles and my dad was just sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. Dick never pays any attention to me.

“So, how was your first day of school? Did you make any friends?”

“Uh, not really. Some guys introduced themselves to me, but you know how I am with people. And school was fine, learned a lot, teachers are a freaky though.” I paused. “Oh, and I drowned myself at Stark’s Pond.” I said nonchalantly.

My mom sighed. “That’s nice dear.”

Ever since I’ve been experimenting with dying over and over, I’ve been telling my parents about it. They never believe me of course. Even when one time I purposely hurt myself and bled to death in front of them, but they never remember. My dad didn’t really give a shit though. Anyway...

“I’m going to school now. Later!” I said, walking out the door.

Hmm, maybe I should take the bus. I wait at the bus stop, cause I don’t feel like walking to school.

“Y/N!” I flinch when I heard my name being called out. I turn to see Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman walking up to me. “I didn’t know you took the bus.” Kyle went on to say.

“Didn’t really feel like walking to school today.” I said, looking down and kicking the ground beneath me absentmindedly.

The bus finally arrived and we all walked on, I sat in the very back by myself. Until Kenny decided to sit next to me.

“Mmph!” He said, well I don’t exactly know he said. His bright orange parka covering his face made his voice muffled. I’m just gonna assume he said hi.

“Hi.” I replied.

“Mmph mmph mmph mph mmmph mmph!”

“Uh...huh?”

He rolled his eyes and took off his hood, revealing a mop of messy dirty blonde hair. “I said, how are you liking school so far?” He said.

“Oh, um. It’s okay, I guess.” I smiled.

“You guess? Okay, so I take it you don’t really like it.”

“Well, it always sucks when you’re the new kid and you have no friends.” I sighed.

“No friends, huh? Well, I’ll be you friend. I’m sure Kyle and Stan will too!” He said, making me blush. Darn. “Aw, you’re blushing!”

“Shut up. I always blush.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Kenny smirked.

When we finally got to school Kenny walked me to class, which was nice. He’s actually really nice and funny, also really adorable.

*A Week Later*

School so far has been good. I’ve grown really close to Kenny, since he’s basically my only friend. 

Kenny invited me to sit with him at his table, I agreed. Stan and Kyle seemed to enjoy my company though, Cartman didn’t. Didn’t like me for some reason, although he could be just an asshole all the time.

As the talk started to slow down and lunch was almost over, I looked around the lunchroom to avoid small talk. I saw the guy with brown hair staring at me again, but looked away when I saw him. “Hey, Kenny?”

“Yeah?”

“Who is that guy over there?” I ask, discreetly pointing at him.

“Oh, that guy in the red coat is Clyde. Why?” Kenny asked.

“Oh, no reason. He was just staring at me my first day here and also today. He also kinda catcalled me that day too.”

Kenny noticeably frowned. “He has?”

“Yeah, but it’s probably nothing.” I stuttered a little. Kenny giggled. 

“You’re cute when you stutter.” He smiled, which made me blush. “Aw, you’re blushing again.” He poked my blushing cheeks.

“Ugh, stop.” I whined, and shoved his hand away.

The rest of school was okay. Kenny stayed by my side the whole day, I didn’t mind, but he seemed like he was in a clingy mood which was weird. “I’ll walk you home.” Kenny said.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that.” I said.

“Nah, I insist.” He said.

Well, who could say no to Kenny. We were almost to my house, we had to cross the street first. We both walked side by side, Kenny had his arm around my shoulders to which I giggled. I suddenly hear a loud horn, I tried to push Kenny out of harm’s way but it was too late.

We’d both been run over by a semi-truck. 

I gasp and bolt upright from my bed in a cold sweat.

Oh, god. Kenny. We both got hit. I tried to get Kenny out of the way, but I was too late. I let him get run over. He’s probably dead because of me.

I start to sob. He’s dead and it’s my fault. My fucking fault. God no. Why couldn’t it have just been me? I wouldn’t even care if I wasn’t able to come back, I just want Kenny to still be alive.

My alarm went off. I smashed it. I’m not going to school today. I can’t. Everyone probably knows Kenny’s dead and they’re mourning him school. I can’t be knowing it’s my fault.

My doorbell rings.

Ugh...I don’t feel answering the door. The person is now beating on the door, damn they’re persistent.

I get up to yell at the person who’s beating down my door. I mumble profanities as I answer it. My heart stops. Not literally but it feels like it. 

“K-Kenny?” I start sobbing as I take the blonde haired boy in my arms, holding tightly. “I thought you died!” I sob. I pull away. His face looks like he’s in shock, also confused.

“You...you remember?” He asks.

“Of course I do! I tried pushing you out of the way of that truck, I guess I succeeded.” I sigh in relief.

“But...how? I thought you died too.” He said, flabbergasted.

“What do you mean too? Wait, you remembered I died?” I ask, also so confused.

“Y/N, I died. You didn’t push me out of the way in time, but I didn’t save you either. We both died,” he paused, “and we both remember.”

Suddenly, Kenny grabs both my upper arms and pulls me close to him and gives me a passionate kiss. 

I pull away, shocked. “Woah....what was that for?”

“I’m sorry. It’s just...nobody has ever remembered me dying. No one, but you can.” Kenny explained.

“And you remember me dying?” I ask.

Kenny nods. “You’re the first person that remembers me dying too.” He says.

I don’t know what to say or do. This has never happened to me before. I think Kenny feels the same, since we’re both just stood awkwardly at my front door. I finally break the silence.

“Kenny, I thought you died, and I’ve never been more scared in my entire life.” I said, with still a few salty tears flowing down my red cheeks.

“I was too.” Kenny said. “Well, looks like we have more in common than I originally thought.” He giggled.

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Pls can ya do a Roman Godfrey smut where they r just chilling in his room just play fighting and then it turns sexual and they dry hump .

Of course! Thanks for the request, sweet Anon. I really hope you enjoy!😊

Warning: NSFW

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Every day after school, you’d always hang out at Roman’s place. You both were basically attached at the hip after dating for a few months.

In terms of privacy, Roman had a lot more freedom when it came to having girls over. Whereas if Roman were to come over, your parents would force you to keep your bedroom door open. It wasn’t ever ideal for a new passionate relationship, especially when it came to Roman’s sexual appetite.

You loved Roman’s mansion compared to your much smaller house. You loved hanging out with Shelley, and Letha if she came over. But spending lazy days with Roman is what you loved the most.

Roman was currently sitting at the floor of his bed, his eyes trained on some video game. You were laying beside him on your stomach, legs swaying behind you and your hands holding up your chin.

You were a bit bored, Roman usually had his attention on you whenever you came over and you were starting to feel needy.

You sighed heavily when Roman made a pretty clean headshot in the game, the boredom starting to hit you like a tank. “Roman...” You whined.

“What?” He asked, keeping his focus on the television screen.

“I’m tired of watching you play this game, maybe we could do something more...fun?” You asked seductively.

“Eh, maybe after this round.” Roman said absentmindedly, making you huff in frustration.

You rolled over on your back, staring up at the ceiling, listening to the gunshots and explosions in the background.

Then, you got an idea. You could almost see the imaginary light bulb going off above your head.

You sat up, scooting closer to Roman. As he was about to kill another enemy, you playfully shoved his controller, making him miss.

Roman grunted in anger when he realized he missed, looking over to you with a glare only to see your innocent face. “Y/N...” He said lowly.

“What?” You asked happily.

“Think long and hard before you something like that again, got it?” Roman said and went back to playing the game.

You didn’t know what it was, but seeing Roman mad just did things to you. You wanted more.

You shoved the controller again with a force that actually knocked it out of Roman’s hands, landing on the floor with a thud. Your stomach dropped, you really didn’t mean to knock it out of his hands. Oops...

For a moment, Roman just stared at his empty hands, his jaw clenching. You slowly got up from his bed and put your hands up in surrender, trying to hide a smile. “Roman, I swear, I didn’t mean to do that.” You tried not to giggle.

You let out a shriek when Roman suddenly got up and tried to grab you, but you dodged and tried to run to his bathroom. But you weren’t fast enough.

You let out another yelp as Roman wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and throwing you on his bed. He quickly pounced on top of you, lifting your arms above your head and pinning them there.

“Didn’t I say, think before you act?” Roman glared.

“Maybe.” You sang and giggled.

You winced slightly when Roman tightened his grip on your wrists. “What am I gonna do with you?” He hummed, wearing a soft smirk.

You smiled, leaning up and planted a light kiss on Roman’s plump lips. He let go of your wrists, bringing one of his hands to gently grip your jaw and the other grabbing underneath your knee.

Roman slowly guided your legs apart, laying himself in between them. He leaned down and kissed you, placing his hand behind your head and gripping your hair slightly.

You moaned softly when you started to feel Roman thrust against you, his hard on creating a pleasant friction on your core. “This is what you wanted all this time, huh?” Roman whispered.

You only moaned in response when he thrusted harshly. “Yes, Roman.” You whispered, then kissing him passionately. “I need you.”

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

Roman didn’t waste any time, roughly taking off your shirt before taking off his, revealing his lean figure. He got off the bed for a moment to pull off your jeans and walking to his dresser to get a condom.

You sat up, hastily removing his belt and undoing the button and zipper on his pants. The large bulge in his briefs making your mouth water in anticipation.

Roman quickly kicked off his pants, getting back on top of you to kiss and grind against you. You lifted yourself up slightly to allow Roman better access to remove your bra, him immediately kneading the soft, tender flesh.

You sighed in pleasure when Roman started trailing sloppy kisses down your neck, stopping to suck your hardened nipples one by one. Then continuing to kiss down your torso until he reached the waistband of your underwear.

Roman kept eye contact with you as he carefully pulled your underwear down, tossing it to the side.

Roman brought his head down, licking in between your wet folds, making you feel lightheaded. He situated himself comfortably between your legs, starting to lick and lightly suck on your clit and placing his middle finger at your entrance, slowing pushing in.

“Roman...” You moaned, trying not to close your legs due to the intense pleasure.

Roman kept at your most sensitive spot for a few minutes, already feeling close. Roman had a very talented tongue that you appreciated greatly.

Your moans started to escape your mouth more consistently, feeling your core heat up deliciously. But then Roman pulled away, his chin and nose slightly glistening with your slickness. “Don’t want you to cum just yet, babe.”

Roman pulled his briefs down, his cock finally springing free. You watched as he put a condom on, keeping the intense eye contact with him as he got back on top of you.

You bit your lip and moaned as he inserted his cock inside you, slight pain mixing with pleasure as he stretched you.

Moans from both you and Roman echoing around the room as he thrusted into you, heavy breaths mixing with each other’s. The soft moans from Roman making you closer with every thrust.

“Fuck, Y/N...” Roman groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, signaling that he was close too.

Roman placed his hand on your throat, squeezing gently, making the buildup to your orgasm even more intense.

Roman’s other hand that was brought down to vigorously rub sloppy circles on your sensitive nub is what pulled you over the edge, crying out as the heated waves washed over your entire body.

Roman kept his hand around your throat and placed the other beside your shoulder, trying to keep himself steady as he thrusted faster to chase him own release.

After a few more harsh thrusts, Roman groaned loudly as he stilled, his seed spilling into the rubber. He pulled himself out of you and collapsed beside you, both of you breathing heavily.

“Sex is much more fun than some video game, right?” You teased.

“Fuck, yeah...”

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Mr. Stompy (aka Dewdrop)

...I have a problem 😅

With all the stomps™ that the little gremlin does, I’m honestly kinda shocked he hasn’t at least twisted his ankle. Well, I guess we wouldn’t know anyway *shrug*

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The fire Ghoul is most commonly known for one thing: being an absolute raging firecracker on stage.

Gremlin, Volcano, Stompy. All nicknames given to Dewdrop over the years, and he loved it.

He loved all the attention he got when he did anything remotely entertaining, such as licking his fingers, and especially stomping his foot on the floor.

Typically, no one really gets any major injuries on stage. Only the occasional bruise or scrape, or a Papa falling off the stage sometimes. But no serious harm ever coming from it.

Until the last show of the tour.

Being the last show for awhile, Dewdrop wanted to go all out. He wanted to be so energetic that he’d have to be carried to the tour bus. He wanted to make the fans happy, as if he didn’t make them happy anyway.

He did an exceptional amount of his usual antics. Licking his picks, hands, fingers, even his guitar. Bullied Aether a lot. Teased Copia. Epic duels. And of course, his stomps.

It was the last song, Monstrance Clock. As per usual.

Dewdrop stomped his little heart out, up until the last part of the song.

He kept stomping as he played the awesome riffs. Then he heard a sickening crack. Then started to feel searing pain in his foot that traveled all the way up his leg.

He faltered for a moment, trying to resister what had just happened. He realized that he stomped a bit too hard, bringing his foot down the wrong way.

He tried shaking it off and continued playing. Dewdrop was shocked that nobody noticed the pause of his lead guitar, even if it was just for a fraction of a second.

A part of him wanted to keep up his attitude, but he knew he’d regret it and probably make the pain worse.

But he got through the song, did his bows with the rest of the band.

As soon as they were out of sight from the crowd, Dewdrop dropped to the floor with a whimper, catching everyone’s attention.

He lifted up his pant leg, revealing a swollen red ankle. “That can’t be good...”

Copia let out an audible squeal, being one of the more squeamish of the band. “That doesn’t look right!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, no shit.” Dewdrop sassed, rolling his eyes subtlety.

“We need to get you to a fuckin’ doctor!” Swiss voiced.

“I’ll carry him!” Aether said, starting to walk over to the injured Ghoul.

Dewdrop immediately hissed. “Don’t you fucking touch me, nerd!”

Aether ignored Dewdrop’s curses and threats, picking up the smaller Ghoul with ease. “Put me down, piece of angel shit!” Dew squirmed.

“Now, now, is that any way to talk to a friend who’s trying to help you?” Aether smiled.

Aether could almost see the smoke coming out of Dew’s ears. “Fuck you...” He mumbled, pouting and crossing his arms.

Dewdrop eventually quit trying to get out of Aether’s arms, making his own fun by smacking his tail on Aether’s face.

“Yep, that’s a broken ankle if I’ve ever seen one.” The doctor said.

The doctor surprisingly made it out alive with only a few cuts after having to reset the Ghoul’s broken ankle. Plus, having to put on a cast.

The next couple months consisted of all the Ghouls taking turns babysitting the fire Ghoul, to make sure he didn’t tear off his cast.

Then a few more months after his ankle was finally healed, it was about the time that another tour theme was in the works.

“I’m excited for this tour, dude.” Dewdrop grinned.

“No more fucking stomping on stage!” Aether fussed.

“No promises.”

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Something I’ve noticed that I thought I’d share is Dewdrop’s stage presence. Like, you can tell how much he loves his job and frankly, it’s fucking adorable. The way he moves and sways to the music. The way you can tell that he mouths along to the song (or at least, it looks like he does or wants to). Especially during Cirice.  It’s like he can feel it in his soul.

It’s great.