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Meet the parents - Dan

Anon:  Hello love, :) would you make a smut where y/n is meeting Dan’s parents for the first time and Dan starts to tease her without his parents seeing… Thanks xxx

A/N: I’ve been pretty lazy with requests today, i’m sorry! , Enjoy! xx 

Warning: smut.


I was sitting in the car tangling my hair between my fingers. It was a thing i did when I was nervous, I would have chewed my nails down to nothing, but i had to look presentable. See, Dan and I were going to his parents house for the week. But the thing is, I have never met them before, and I generally was never good when it came to meeting people, especially my partner’s parents. I began to tap on my knees and making sounds from my mouth. Dan gave me a look, raising his eyebrow as he drove. 

“(Y/n) What are you doing?” 

“Oh. sorry” 

“You don’t have to be nervous, they already know everything about you” 

Dan put a hand on my knee and gave it a reassuring squeeze. I knew he was trying to use words to make the situation better, but honestly it wasn’t, I felt like I had to live up to some godly standard now and that they were going to be disappointed that I was dating their son. I exhaled and looked out of the window, placing one of my hands over Dan’s , squeezing it back. I hope everything was going to be alright.

about 10 minutes later, we pulled up into a driveway. I looked at Dan nervously, I could feel my hands beginning to shake with such nervous distress. He pulled me into a hug and rubbed circles into my back.

“Babe it’s going to be alright, I love you, and so will they” 

“ *Sigh* I hope so. I can’t stress how nervous I am though, I’m not good with people” 

He calmed me down for a little bit longer and then stepped out over the car, rushing over to my side to open the car door. He was chivalrous for a dork, but I loved him nonetheless. I climbed out of the car and gave him a kiss on the lips. He pushed my back into the car and kissed me back, but as I went to pull back, his teeth tugged onto my lip, as playful as it was, now was not the time for him to be horny. I gave him a look and he laughed, backing off. We pulled our bags out of the car and then walked up to the front door, ringing the doorbell. 

The door opened and I swear my heart skipped a beat. Dan’s mother and father both stood at the door, awaiting to greet us. Dan walked up and hugged both of his parents while I stood there a little awkwardly. I really, really wasn’t good with people. Before I knew it, Dan’s mum roped me in for a hug, followed by his father. They both had such bright smiles, I could see where Dan got it from, as well as his looks. He was a spitting image of his father.  

“Well Hello (Y/n), It’s so nice to finally meet you, Dan tells us so much. He’s really smitten about you.”

I looked at Dan and blushed severely, I began to stammer my words, not being able to form a proper sentence until Dan places his hands on my shoulders and saves the day. 

“She gets like this when she’s nervous, I personally think it’s adorable” 

I blushed even more as I looked to Dan’s parents rather embarrassed. They invited us inside, so we both picked up our bags and walked inside. His mother motioned us into the living room, so we both walked in and  sat down on the sofa. Dan placed his arm around me, so that I come in a little closer. He was quite warm, but i didn’t mind that at all. Dan’s mum and Dad sat down on the sofa opposite and watched us as Dan stole little kisses from me. 

His father chuckled “Dan my boy, save some of it for later” We both looked at each other, Dan laughed with his father, but this was just one big embarrassment party for me, I didn’t know what to do or say. I laughed nervously as I rubbed the back of my neck until his mum cut in. 

“So (Y/n), What do you do for a living?” 

“Oh I’m an interior designer”

“Oh my, that sound’s exciting,  I’ve wanted to change this place up a little bit, but I just didn’t know what to do. i would actually love some of your input.”

I smiled at her and placed my hand on Dan’s knee, giving it a squeeze of comfort. I was okay. She liked me. That was all I needed. She offered to give me a tour of the home so I could help her with some ideas, So I went with her, I figured this would be a good time for Dan to get some time in with his dad as well. I gave Dan a kiss and walked off with his mum into the next room. 

Later on in the afternoon, Dan’s mother and I found our way into the dining room with a few books in front of us that she had kept out of interest. I was explaining some colour palate choices to her when Dan swooped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I gave a little squeal because i wasn’t ready for it, but the both of them just laughed. I patted the chair next to me for Dan to come and sit, so he brought the chair in right next to me and sat down, one of his arm’s returning to my waist. I gave Dan a kiss on the cheek and then went back to talking to his mum. 

Over time I can Dan is getting a little bored with my design talk, He normally doesn’t have to deal with the business part of me, so I felt a little bad for him. That was until he did the unthinkable. My torso was pushed right up into the table, with the tablecloth draping over my waist. Dan took his free hand and subtly slid it under the table cloth, pushing it into my crotch. I coughed when it happened because I clearly couldn’t give away what was going on. Dan, the little shit. I didn’t acknowledge him, hoping he would give in after a few minutes, but then Dan’s father walked into the room to see what was going on. Dan’s mum motioned for her husband to come and sit next to her, and that’s exactly what he did, perfect. 

I looked over at Dan and smiled at him, except the one he was giving me back was cheeky as fuck, we both knew it. I started talking to his parents again when Dan began to cup my jeans, as much as I didn’t want to admit it, It was really turning me on. I became distracted in my thoughts and lost my place. I looked at his parents before starting again, trying to use my knee to shake Dan’s hand away, but it just wasn’t working. I felt my jeans loosen a little around my waist, and then I realised what he was doing. He used his hand to unbutton my jeans. I crossed my legs to stop him from continuing further, but he had this strength over me that I just couldn’t fight against, I lost. He knew it as well. I was starting to become flustered, my cheeks were going red, and Dan’s mum noticed.

“Honey are you alright, you’re getting a little pink in the face” 

“It’s just a little warm in here that’s all.” 

I took of my jacket and placed it on the chair back, I gave Dan a look of “You’re in trouble later” But I don’t think he cared at this point. Dan began to slowly push my zipper down, slow enough that it wouldn’t make sound, giving awareness to what he was doing. His fingers lingered beneath my panties, rubbing small circles at my now wet core. I shifted a little, feeling embarrassed, but Dan was eating this up. We all sat there talking as Dan continued to rub me the wrong way, I was helpless. How he was doing this without them noticing was beyond me though. Dan’s dad cleared his throat which made me jump a little, as if he knew what was going on, I was terrified, but he excused himself so I sighed in relief. 

As Dan’s mum started talking to me about furniture choices, I could feel myself building up, I have no idea why this was happening, and why Dan felt the need to do this, but secretly I felt alive. I bit my lip, just nodding in response, giving the occasional answer when I needed to. It was getting so much harder, because i was getting closer to climaxing. gradually building, it just became too much. I did the only thing I thought I could to keep my from yelling out. I quickly pulled Dan’s hand subtly out of my pants and squeezed my legs shut. I could feel it seething into my panties, it was rather uncomfortable. i glared at Dan. The smile he had was so shit eating. I couldn’t believe it. 

“Daniel why are you smiling like that” His mother cut in

he looked over at his mum and pulled me close, wiping his hand on my jeans in the process. bastard. 

“She was so nervous to meet you guys, but you both just clicked so well. I’m so glad” 

“So am I, You picked a good one this time. Okay dears, I’m going to start getting dinner ready” 

“Yeah I’m gonna go watch some TV, you kids will have Dan’s room upstairs” 

We both nodded and smiled as they left the room but as soon as they left, I pulled Dan’s ear close to my lips. 

“hear my words Howell, You are so in for it later” 

“mhm, Kinky” Dan winked and proceeded to walk into the living room where our bags were so he could take them up to our room. I can’t believe He did that. I can’t even believe that we got away with it. Never again. 


I know this is outside my normal area of posting. But can we please take a minute applaud the costume designer who found a scarf that matches the color of his eyes?

Dear, Abby: A Creepy Pasta Story (Credit to Creepy Pasta and author)

Dear Abby,

We’ve never met before, so this may seem a bit odd, but I feel this is necessary. My name’s Jay for starters, I work the checkout line at the grocery store up on 67th Street. You know the one with the parking lot that’s way too big for the the store itself? Yeah, that one. I’m 24, fairly tall and have a rather scraggly appearance. You probably wouldn’t recognize me if I came up to talk to you, I don’t have a very memorable face. Heh, I don’t really know why I’m telling you all this to be honest… But, this isn’t the point of me writing you.
I was working late at night yesterday, it was a very average day for the most part. Nothing too exciting happened, but you’d be surprised how interesting this job can get at times. I’d been reading some book the guy that’d worked that counter the shift before me had left, it was some really crappy murder mystery chock full of cliches. Incredibly boring, if you ask me. But… It’s something to do I guess. When you showed up though, my whole night changed. I don’t know exactly what it was about you that caught my attention at first, but as soon as I saw you I got this odd feeling. A weird mix between excitement and terror, that’s the best way I can describe it at least. I saw you walk into my line and I quickly composed myself, I’d been slouching down in my chair for a while since I rarely ever get anyone in my line. It was only when you got closer that I realized what about you had caught my attention… You were absolutely beautiful. You walked up and said “hey” and handed me your cart. I could tell by the way you were talking and the way you looked that you were very sleep deprived, though this wasn’t surprising considering how late it was. After a second or two of awkward silence I realized that you’d greeted me, I suddenly forced out a “h- hi” in response. I cursed myself out mentally for that one.
I sat there for a second, trying to focus. “What’s your name?”, I said. It’s only later I realize how odd this must have seemed, what kind of a grocery bag guy asks what someone’s name is? I’m glad I did though. I remember, you said you were named Abigail, but that you go by Abby for short. Abby, it seemed to fit so perfectly. The name seemed to roll off my tongue as I said it back to myself silently. It was like sweet honey, it just felt good as I said it. You seemed to be perplexed when I looked back at you, and I wondered if I’d done something to upset you. “Shouldn’t you be packing those?” you said and pointed to your groceries. Suddenly shocked and embarrassed, I looked up and apologized, then clumsily started shoving groceries into bags as fast as I could. I couldn’t believe myself, how stupid could I be? But when I looked up, I realized you were laughing.
“You’re kind of cute” you said. I tried to play it off cool, but I was obviously thrilled. A girl like this thought I was cute? “You are too” I said, as I hastily packed the rest of the groceries. As you walked out, you turned around as you reached the door and said “Have a good night”. I’m guessing I look pretty stupid writing all this down, you probably still remember it, I mean it did just happen yesterday. But I went home ecstatic that night and with all the confidence in the world. I feel like it’s almost unreal writing it back here.
Anyways, I wanted to write you this letter Abby to tell you that, I love you. I don’t know what it was I felt that night, it was some weird mix up of emotions. But all I know was that even in that small little transaction we had, I felt as if there was something between us.
Please, write me back soon.

Sincerely, Jay

Dear Abby,

It’s been a week since I sent my last letter and I still haven’t gotten a response, but that doesn’t matter. How’ve you been? My life’s been just as normal as usual, get up, go to work, go to bed. I live in a really shitty apartment, but I guess that’s what you get when you work as a grocery bagger. I’ve thought about you a lot lately, and I sometimes wonder if you still remember me.
I saw you again today at work, this time it was at a more reasonable hour, thankfully. I didn’t want to bother you to see if you’d approach me on your own. You came to my line again, which made me absolutely thrilled. This time I was less nervous, I was going to act normal no matter what you did or said. I wasn’t going to let a girl like you slip through my fingers. As you walked up you muttered something that was too quiet for me to make out, and waited at the end of the counter for me to finish packing your groceries. This obviously wasn’t what I had expected, but it wasn’t all too bad. You didn’t seem to feel anything at all, actually. I was expecting you to either come up and talk to me or avoid me like the plague, but instead you just walked on through as if I was another stranger. This makes me wonder if you got my last letter, you should check your mailbox more often.
There was one moment where I felt something though. I looked over briefly to see what you were doing, and at the same time you seemed to look up at me to see how far along I was. Right then, are eyes locked. Only for a second or two, but in those two seconds I saw so much more in you than I had seen last time. I felt as if I had known you for years, like I knew all your intricate feelings and emotions. Did you feel anything like that with me?
Shortly after I’d finished packing your bags you paid and walked out, obviously this was a pretty normal process for me considering I do it about 50 times every day, but I had been determined since the night I wrote you that letter that the next time I saw you I was going to get more out of it. I kind of screwed that one up… I wasn’t satisfied with it, I had to have more. There’s a little room in the very back left corner of the grocery store designated for staff. In there though I knew they kept all the security footage from the day, all staff are informed of this and the security camera’s locations when they’re hired. Luckily for me, there’s one positioned right next to my counter.
I waited until the store closed up and everybody left, and then I went in. After flipping through a few of the TV screens, I found the one that was connected to the camera by my counter. I re-winded it until about when I remember you coming in. After a few minutes of scanning, I’d found it. There you were, I paused on the best still shot I could find. I knew the camera wouldn’t do you justice, but it was the best I could have for now. Having a longer look at you I realized how truly perfect you were. Every feature of your body, your hair, your face, your legs… Your chest, was just perfection. I re-winded the tape to when you’d first came up to my line a few times, I couldn’t help myself. My eyes were glued to the screen.
After a few minutes of consideration, I popped out the tape and shoved it in my pocket, and then drove home. I knew I wasn’t allowed to, I could very well be fired for taking such actions, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to have you with me at all times, even if it means me losing my job.
Abby, I love you. I love everything about you. I think about you constantly now. Do you feel the same way about me Abby? I just want us to be together, forever.
Write back soon.

Yours truly, Jay

Dear Abby,

It’s been 3 days and I still haven’t gotten a reply. Why don’t you want to talk to me? I’m still unsure if you got my last two letters, please tell me if you have.
So I got fired from my job, they found the missing tape. I got a call from the store owner, my boss, at 6 am on Monday and was told to come in immediately. They were having a mandatory all staff meeting. When I got there, all of the staff was gathered around a small table with the owner at the head of it. Once everyone had arrived he told us that apparently there had been a minor robbery yesterday, they’d had about 200$ worth of stuff taken from them. And the one tape that would have shown who was the culprit was the one I had taken… Just my luck. He told us that no one was going to leave the room until someone confessed. After a few minutes, I finally gave in. I told him everything, about how I felt as if me and you had had some kind of connection. After explaining the whole story, the entire room was staring wide eyed at me. After I finished, I sat there in silence for several seconds. Suddenly, the store owner broke the tension. “Jay, you’re fired. Get out of here now and don’t come back,” He said.
I did as I was told and got out of there as fast as I could. That stupid prick, he’s always treated me like shit. He’s been on my case since the day I got the job, I swear he’s just been waiting for me to do one little thing that could justify firing me. And the one time I slip up he finds out. Why didn’t he understand though? Doesn’t he get that you and I are meant for each other? Any rational man would have understood, anyone put in my situation would have done that, right?
I’ve been searching you up a lot lately, with no job I have all the time in the world to spend learning about you. Do you know how much you can find out about someone with just a first name and a town of residence? I found out your last name’s Marrot… What a beautiful name, Abby Marrot. I can’t help but say it aloud whenever I think about you. I also found out you’re 24, and you only live a mile away from me. I drove down to your apartment complex today, it looks very nice, much nicer than where I live. I asked to see you multiple times, but I was told that you weren’t there every time. I felt more and more discouraged every time, but I was determined to see you again.
After a few hours of asking, I decided to stay back in the parking lot for a while waiting for you to come back, and after many hours of waiting you did. It was late at night, around 10 I believe. I saw you pull up in your car and get out. I felt a sudden rush of warmth at seeing your face again, I know I have the security camera tape to look at, but it doesn’t compare to seeing you in real life. I made sure to record it for later when I was at home, this time with a much higher quality camera. I wanted to capture as much detail as possible, I didn’t know the next time I would see you and the security tape wasn’t enough for me anymore.
I asked the woman at the front desk multiple times what your room number was, but she refused to tell me. She thought I was some sort of creep, see Abby, these people don’t understand us, they don’t understand what we feel for each other. I ended up waiting in the parking lot a little while longer until someone came out. After talking to him for a bit, he told me what your apartment number was. He didn’t want to talk at first, but I made him… You’d be surprised what you can make people tell you when you’re holding a knife to their chest. Don’t worry, I didn’t hurt him too bad, but we can’t have someone interfering with us. Don’t you agree Abby? I’m sick of all these people trying to keep us apart.
I ended up watching you from the parking lot for a while, once I found out your room number and how the rooms in this complex were organized it wasn’t hard to locate it. You should be more careful about shutting your blinds you know, I was easily able to watch you from the parking lot.
I can’t get you out of my head anymore, ever. All I do is watch that video I took of you over and over. Abby, I want to be with you forever. I want to wake up in the morning to see you next to me in bed.
I cannot wait until the next time I see you again.

Love, Jay

Dear Abby,

I have some really exciting news Abby, I’m moving in with you! Aren’t you excited? We can spend hours and hours and hours together, it’ll be just perfect.
Let me explain, my job paid just enough so I could make rent and pay for food every week. Because of this, I had little to no money in savings, no where near enough to last a very long time. When you take that money flow away it doesn’t take very much time until you have nothing left. I was able to get by for a few days, but just today I got evicted. This could actually be better then I had originally thought, I wouldn’t be surprised if that guy that gave me your room number has been able to contact the police by now. This way they won’t be able to find me, and we get to spend all the time in the world together. It’s perfect isn’t it? I made sure to bring all my tapes and photos I’ve taken with me though, and my cameras of course.
You should really tell who ever’s managing your apartment complex to get better staff, I was able to get by security easily. I went up to your room and knocked on the door, but I got no answer, so I decided to get in by other means. After scanning the footage I took from last night over a few times I noticed that you have a ventilation shaft in the corner of your room, not surprising considering how hot it can get in the summer here. I figured there had to be some kind of maintenance hatch that I could get in through. After a few minutes of looking around, I found a door at the end of your hall that seemed to be some kind of staff room, and luckily there was a way into the vents there.
I crawled through them until I got to your room, it was very cramped and hard to move around in, but I managed. When I got there though, I felt a rush of success. I figured since the lights were out and I couldn’t see you that you weren’t home, but I’m patient. I scanned every part of your room, trying to memorize all the intricate details. Your scent over-whelmed me as I sat there, I had caught it briefly during the two times I saw you at the store, but never this strong. It was mesmerizing, I couldn’t quite place my finger on it but it reminded me of something, it was almost like peaches. I sat there hunched over for a few hours, though I’ve taught myself to be extremely patient. I can sit completely motionless for hours at a time, not moving a muscle, no one was going to notice me.
Then, you finally got home. I felt a wide smile form on my face the second I heard the door open. There you were, my love. Of course you took no notice to my presence, the light in your room seemed to be angled perfectly so you couldn’t see anything in the vent after the first few inches. I tried to contain my excitement, but I started breathing very heavily. I tried to cover it up as best I could, but it was hard… You suddenly looked right at the vent. I went completely silent. After a few seconds though you seemed to lose interest, this made me smile. This was the perfect spot.
I could tell I had startled you though, all throughout the night you were turning over in your sleep to look at the vent. People seem to have a of sense for when they’re being watched, it can send them into complete panic. Don’t try to fake it Abby, I can tell when someone’s awake, when someone’s truly scared sleep becomes impossible. Why are you so scared anyways? It’s just me, why would I scare you? You do love me, right? You know I love you.
I’m looking forward to spending every day with you now Abby, write back if you can.

Love, Jay

Dear Abby,

I saw you wake up this morning, I didn’t sleep a wink last night. You were too enthralling, I spent the whole night watching you. I couldn’t help it… Anytime I tried to look away my eyes seemed to be drawn back a few seconds later. You look even more amazing when you’re sleeping, you know. You’d be surprised how much you can learn about a persons personality by watching them sleep. I was tempted to get out of the vent to get a better view of you multiple times in the night, but I resisted the urge. I couldn’t have you figuring out I’m here, not yet at least.
You seemed to spend a lot of time in your bathroom in the morning, I assumed you were taking a shower or putting on make up. Why would you do that Abby? Anything you could do to change the way you naturally look would only cover up your true beauty. Why would you want to do that, don’t you want the whole world to see what I see in you?
You left shortly after to work, or at least that’s what I assumed. After careful consideration, I decided to leave the vent. I slid my hand through one of the slits and felt around for one of the bolts. The surface of the vent was very smooth, which made them very easy to find. I grabbed onto one and twisted as hard as I could, and finally was able to pop it off. I did this with all the other bolts and finally removed the grating.
The first thing I did was go over to the bathroom. I quickly disposed of everything I could find that you could use to mask your face, that stuff disgusts me. This way everyone’ll get to see you how you truly are. I also found something else in there, your hair brush. I grabbed it and brought it close up to my face to examine it. It was a dull blue, with a very thick rounded handled. But that wasn’t what interested me, the hairs… That’s what made me so interested. I took a good few minutes to pull every one of them I could see out and line them up on your counter. I counted them, I’d gotten 59. This pleased me greatly, I quickly scooped them up and put them in my pocket.
I spent the rest of the day going through your stuff to learn more about you, your interests and such. I take it you’re a big movie fan Abby? I found your collection in the back of your closet, I have to say it was quite impressive. I found something else in there that made me mad, a picture of you with another man. It disgusted me just looking at him, holding you like he owned you. I’M the only one that can have you Abby. No one else.
At about 8:30, I considered starting to get back into the vent, since that’s usually about when you get back from work… Then I had another idea. I looked at your bed, the blankets hung low enough to the floor that you couldn’t see underneath the bed unless they were lifted up. I first screwed the vent grating back on, and slowly slid under with a smile on my face, and waited for you to get home. When you finally came in you looked completely pale, and I noticed someone else came in behind you. They were talking to you about hearing noises coming from your room throughout the day. I mentally yelled at myself, I would need to be more careful from now on. Going under the bed had been a good idea though, since obviously your first thought was to check the vent. You thanked the person and they left. Finally you and I were alone.
I sat there in silence until you went to bed, it seemed to be an eternity before you did. I wanted to get a closer look at you tonight, and this was my chance. You got in bed and turned off the lights. I was cautious though, I waited for hours to make sure you were asleep, and when I was sure you were I slowly slid out from under the bed. And I saw you there, you looked absolutely stunning. Every curve of your body was perfect, every little detail was beautiful. I was in awe just looking at you. I reached out my hand and I started to stroke your face, it was soft like silk. I felt myself starting to get hard, your beauty was over whelming. I slowly reached down and started to pleasure myself, I tried to control myself out of worry of waking you up, but I couldn’t help it. I felt pure ecstasy, everything about you was perfect.
Suddenly, you seemed to turn and started to wake up. Horrified, I quickly slid back under the bed trying to be as quiet as possible. A few seconds I saw you get out of bed and look around. I could sense your fear even without looking at you, you should feel calm with me around you Abby. I’ll protect you Abby, no one will ever touch you but me, I’d kill someone for you Abby.
I made sure to pay attention today, you didn’t bring in my letter from yesterday or any mail at all, you must just not check your mailbox. I’m going to change that though, I’m going to leave this one on your desk tomorrow.
Oh, I forgot to mention, I’m making something special for you. Check in your closet after you read this.

Yours forever, Jay

Dear Abby,

I spent more time today working on the surprise while you were at work, you’re really gonna love it Abby. I’ve put a lot of work into it you know. I spent a few hours today putting the finishing touches on it, and I think it’s finally ready for you to see.
You got home at about 8:30 again, and saw the letter laying on your desk almost immediately. I started to smile as I saw you open it, waiting to see your reaction. It was really quite interesting watching your face, I could see all your different emotions and thoughts. You seemed to be confused at first, then shocked, then horrified. You started to shake violently and I saw that you were starting to cry, do you not like me Abby? Why were you crying? Don’t you love me? DON’T YOU LOVE ME ABBY?
Everything after that was a blur, you looked over to the closet while still sobbing. You seemed to be contemplating whether to open it or not. Instead, you ran past it and out the door. When you came back you had all my letters in your hand and started going through them. At some point you seemed to break down and curl up on the floor, tears still rolling down your face. I could tell you were desperately trying to say something, anything, but you were to paralyzed in fear. After about 10 minutes, I saw you look under the bed, in the vent, anywhere I could be. You see though Abby, I’m smarter than that. I knew you’d look in those places, I found a better place after I finished your surprise. You’ll never find me here, no one will. Isn’t it great? I can watch you forever and ever and there’s nothing you or anyone else can do about it.
You hadn’t found your surprise yet though Abby, and I could tell you were still thinking about it. I saw you look over to your closet, I knew you wanted to open it but at the same time you were nervous. What was going to be in it? What would you find? This couldn’t last forever though, you and I both knew that. I watched you slowly walk over to your closet, fumbling with the handle trying to get a firm grasp on it. Suddenly, you flung the doors open and saw it.
It was a scrapbook, of me and you. I saw you flipping through the pages, you seemed to be shocked. Do you not like it Abby? I got pictures of you and I when you weren’t looking, pictures of you sleeping, pictures of you at your computer. I’d scattered the hairs I had collected throughout it, along with pictures of couples together, of course with our faces on them though. I got that picture of you with the other guy and put it at the very back, except I didn’t leave it like it normally was. I scratched that little prick’s face off. I hate him so much. If I knew who he was I would hunt him down and make him suffer. Don’t you get it Abby? No one, NO ONE can have you but me. Me and you are meant for each other, no one else.
I watched you sob for another 30 minutes, and then get up and run out of your apartment. Shortly after you came back with multiple police men. This shocked me. Did you not like the surprise Abby? Why would you bring these people into our room? They’ll never find where I am, but if they did it could ruin everything. All my work from the last few weeks would be for nothing. You wouldn’t want that, right Abby?
I’m exhausted from todays work, and as much as I love you, I need sleep Abby.
Have a good night, I love you.

Love, Jay

Dear Abby,

Do you see what you’ve done Abby? DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU’VE DONE? I woke up at 8 am to see you franticly packing your bags, I was confused at first, but then I understood. You were leaving me. You don’t love me. You don’t love me. How could you do this to me Abby, you were the only thing I wanted in life, I had nothing else to live for, but when I first met you I saw a shimmer of hope. I thought that I’d finally have reason to wake up in the morning and go on with my shitty life. And you went and threw that away. How could you do this to me Abby?
A few seconds after you left your room I got out of my hiding spot and followed behind you. I saw you throw your bags in the back and then get in your car and start it. I wasn’t going to let you get away though Abby, I would never let that happen. I ran as fast as I could to your car and smashed out the window and dragged you out. Did you really think you could get away from me Abby? I had to hit you over the head to knock you out, you were making too much noise. Someone else, someone that doesn’t understand, could have seen and ruined everything.
Well, I had a plan for if you reacted like this. I drove out to the storage unit at the edge of town, I’d reserved a slot the day I decided to move in with you. I drove up and unlocked it, I grabbed you and carried you inside it with me. It had only been a few minutes so you were still unconscious, I made sure to check through your pockets to make sure you didn’t have your phone with you. I set you down at the very back of the small room, then i got in and lowered the door. I called the owner of the storage unit and told him that I had visited my lot the other day and forgotten to lock it, and asked him if he would mind locking it for me. Of course, he said yes, and I hung up. I then threw the phone on the ground and stomped on it, to make sure that it’d never work again. Shortly later I heard the owner come up and lock the door.
About an hour later, I saw you start to get up. I first heard a very faint grunt, then I saw your leg start to move. Shortly after you were fully awake. When you saw my face, you started to scream, which then subsided to a whine and then to a whimper. That’s when you saw it, the one other thing in the room. My knife. It was obvious why it was there, and after a second or two of realization you jumped and grabbed it.
I looked you dead in the eyes and said “Abby, I love you.” and then I felt the searing pain of the knife being driven into my side, I felt it being pulled out and jabbed back in with great force. I could feel it go in each time, like a fire burning a hole through my chest. I fell to the floor, laughing while coughing up blood. I saw you back away, trembling, and sit back down in the corner.
And now, as I sit here in a puddle of my own blood writing this, I wonder how you’ll go out. Will you use the knife to take your own life? Or will you let starvation take you? Either way, we’ll be together in death Abby. Together from the day I saw you till the day we both died, just as I wanted it. And as you sit there, crying, I can tell you’ve come to this realization. Abby, this is all I ever wanted, and for that I have to say thank you.

Love, Jay

Credit To: Kyle “Kman” Mangione-Smith

The Cuddlers

Both Marinette and Adrien are kept awake late with another akuma attack. When they both fall asleep on a field trip the following morning, Nino and Alya decide to take advantage of their friends’ tendency to cuddle.

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“You look like shit, dude,” Nino informed his best friend as soon as he stepped out of his car in front of the school. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

Adrien shook his head as he pulled his shoulder bag and a pillow out of the car and shut the door. Seconds later, it pulled away. “No, I-” He yawned widely. “I was too excited. I couldn’t sleep, and so I turned the news on and Ladybug was fighting an akuma, so…”

“So you stayed up and watched her,” Nino finished. He shook his head. “You’re such a fanboy. Couldn’t you have recorded the news and watched it after the trip?”

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Every Wednesday

Prompt:  ‘Every Wednesday at the same damn time you’re at the same cereal aisle getting the same cereal brand and I’ve been trying to make a move on you for ages.’

Pairing: Dan Howell and Phil Lester

Fic Type: AU

Words: 2,300

I would have been angry. Oh, I would have been livid. Who the fuck does he think he is to stand down one end of the aisle like god almighty and judge the poor peasant stacking cereal boxes on a Wednesday morning? Oh, yes, I would have been simmering… if he wasn’t the most beautiful person I’d ever seen in my life.

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HERE | Yulin Kuang

Note: This is one half of a companion fic (what happened / here) to the short films Angie & Zahra (dir. Yulin Kuang) and In the Dark (dir. Rachel Kiley). Read the other half here

Read more about the Darkness A to Z transmedia experiment here.

When Angie first meets Sam, she thinks wow, what an attractive idiot.

She’s doing renovations on the house - the gutters need cleaning, the fence is in desperate need of a fresh coat of paint, and the trip-wire by the gate could use some structural support.

He’s hanging by the door, a slightly dazed look in his eyes, his mouth hanging absent-mindedly half-open as he takes in the paint fumes.

“Umm, hi?” she asks, because Angie always greets strangers first.

“I didn’t think it’d still be here,” he mumbles to himself.

“Are you here for our SAT prep services?” She kind of doubts he is; he looks like the kind of guy whose essay would be so bad that it’d be pointless to give him notes because it would never actually be any good.

“What? No, I… I shouldn’t have come here.” He turns and slinks off into the sunset, which actually looks pretty epic from the porch and Angie thinks it’s times like these when she really misses Instagram, #nofilter.

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Reality is Truly Marvelous-Chapter

TITLE: Reality is Truly Marvelous


AUTHOR: peanutbutter-and-oreos

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:  Imagine you’re home alone watching Thor and you whisper to yourself, “I wish he was real,” when you see Loki on the …


NOTES/WARNINGS: I looked up Old Norse names for the servant’s and Dressmaker’s name, so that it was accurate. I also kind of guestimated Halla’s age, since I knew that Loki is 1048 years old, and I wanted her to be a little younger. Okay, that’s all I got for notes. Enjoy!

I woke up the next morning, reaching for Loki, only to find his spot empty. I sat up, looking around to see if he was still here, but he appeared to have left already. I yawned and stretched, then got up and padded across the room to the bathroom.

I splashed cold water in my face to perk myself up, and found a brush to remove the tangles and snarls that accumulated in my hair overnight. I loved having my hair so long and so thick, but it was a pain in the ass to deal with every morning.

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Authors Note: tattoo artist Steve, hurrah! I’m also hungry.

The buzzing of the tattoo gun quickly stopped. Steve gently wiped off the newly tatted skin and looked down at his work. It was simple, just a phrase from the Bible on the back of his client with some wings attached, but he knew she’d love it. He took a picture of her back and showed her. Her glee was obvious and she almost jumped onto him to give him a hug. After the emotional fiasco and a lot of excited noises, Steve tapped some gauze gently over the tattoo and placed some plastic covering over it to keep it sterile.

Explaining the process of cleaning it with non-scented soap and not scented lotion took about ten minutes. No submerging it in chlorine or bath tub water, but showering was fine. No scratching when it started to peel, simply tap. And he encouraged her to return within a few weeks after healing so that he could get a healed shot of her tattoo as well, for his extended portfolio. She paid, gave a generous tip, and Steve saw her out with a short wave and a grin.

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