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[gummified-enora-elk-kirkton]

Xx 𝕬𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖌𝖊 xX

~! 𝔸𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤 !~

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𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕔- @enora-elk-kirkton

𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕞𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕔- @emo-enora-elk

ℙ𝕥𝕧 𝕒𝕔𝕔- @pierce-enorakirkton-t0ghnight

!!Currently on break!!

requests r sadly not open rn

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕒𝕝𝕥 :>

!𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝟙𝟞, 𝕀 𝕕𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕧𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖) 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕗𝕨 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤. ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤!

{𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜}~

𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤- @enora-elk-kirkton

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤! 𝕊𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕔, ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 :P 𝕀'𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕔 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕 :>

𝕄𝕪 𝔸𝟘𝟛 𝕚𝕤 {𝔼𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕒_𝔼𝕝𝕜_𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕟}

{𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚜}~

𝕀 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤. 𝕆𝕗𝕔 𝕀 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟! 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤. 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝔸𝟘𝟛 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕣, 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖!!!

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕠 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖-

𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕪𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪

(ℕ𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕪𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕥𝕨, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘.)

𝔸𝕟𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕥

𝕀𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕝 𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕡𝕤

𝕂!𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕞 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕥

𝕀𝕗 𝕦𝕣 𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕤𝕜, 𝕞𝕪 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕤!

{𝙾𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜}~

{𝙾𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜}~

[gummified-enora-elk-kirkton]

Panic at the disco before stardom

PART 1/2

Notes- hey guys! I have this very unfinished patd essay and wanted to post chapters of it on here its a deep dive but I could definitely go deeper just very busy :< for storage reasons I'm posting writing blogs here now!!

We are all merely born blobs shaped and molded by the world around us. We take the shape of whatever we see, we mirror the earth that is reflected in our eyes, some follow this meanwhile others fight it, fighting turns into anger, anger turns into distaste, till eventually our shape contorts and we become our own sculpture.

Along with that lots of times sculptures are left with impurities bestowed upon by a root cause, the artist. Ryan was/is no exception to this analogy. Throughout numerous interviews you see this annoyance Ryan has for his girl fans making misogynistic remarks in regards to them, this could be a deep rooted belief brought on by his upbringing, what he witnessed online or something else either way it's not something to ignore.

Way too many fans downright ignore his old behaviour but for now that is all that will be mentioned on that whole topic since it deserves a bigger spot in another paragraph but I think it's worth being aware of that when discussing future events in panics A fever you can’t sweat out era.

In Las Vegas Nevada, on the 30th of August 1986 a brilliant boy child named George Ryan Ross the 3rd would be born to unfortunate circumstances. With a name like that you can see why he changed it to a more rockstar shortened version.

Ryan's love for music was started/amplified after being gifted a guitar at 12 years old. Ryan and his childhood best friends would go on to form in the spring of 2004 Panic at the disco, which came about in the suburban area of Summerlin.

Ryan was on vocals, lyrics and guitar, meanwhile Brent was on bass and Spencer on drums. Ryan’s father George Hammond Ross Jr was an ex marine and described by Ryan himself as an abusive alcoholic.

Kerrang 2006 and other sources state that when Ryan was young his parents divorced. Ryan having little to no contact with his 2 half brothers or mother, his mother being even described as negligent leaving Ryan to deal with his father.

When asked later on in life Ryan described his childhood as “fucking hellish” but even as a tween/teen he would often share personal intimate details on forums such as livejournal.

(Kerrang 2006)

In the same article it mentions how Ryan's father sent him to a private catholic prep school working hard to give him the education he was never given.

Despite being at a catholic school Ryan himself was an atheist and still is. Ryan's father was always dead set on him going to college which would quickly come true and just as quickly be thrown away, remember I said that for later.

Ryan quickly realised he was unable to relate to his wealthy classmates, helping his angst and displeasure fester.

(Kerrang 2006)

Ryan did well in school especially reading and writing and this is shown in the brilliance of afyscos lyrics.

Throughout Ryan's livejournal we can see a vibrant history of his poetic abilities with different rants about his home life, favourite bands, heartache, dislike for others, dissatisfaction with the world and illusive mysterious short stories providing an insight on his mind.

Just like everyone else he complained about mundane things like being fined for speeding in Brent's stuck up rich neighbourhood or the dramatics of online incels. In 2004 he began talking about Panic, alongside annoyed fueled rants and yearning cries.

One irritated statement posted in 2004 being “It's almost cute how all you kids think you know so much shit about politics, since you all love to follow trends, bush is the new kerry.

I'm tired of hearing how it's the end of the world, stop being so dramatic your life will not be affected by this.” This was referring to George W. Bush and his running mate, incumbent Vice President Dick Cheney, being elected to a second term.

(Ryan's live journal)

As stated in 2004 he began promoting a lot more, even posing in scandalous shoots showing off his v-line and buns of steel inside tight scene jeans in the hopes teenagers would check out panic’s site.

Anywayyy, Panic was actually a blink 182 cover band before becoming their own thing since Ryan and Spencer were massive blink fans (Ryan especially).

Ryan's email was even blinkexists182 as mentioned by Pete Wentz in an interview with Mark Hoppus (Blink-182's vocalist) and also seen in different screenshots.

Ryan in general was a major blink fan, in 2005 stating just how much he missed his heroes saying “Blink, I will miss you dearly this band alone is the reason I play music now. Tom Delonge (blink 182’s guitarist) will always be my biggest influence and best hero.”

(Ryan's live journal)

Before I continue I should talk about the fact Ryan and Spencer did have a teenage garage band before Panic.

This band was started by Ryan and Spencer in 9th grade. Later on gaining Brent Wilson, then another teen boy named Trevor. This other band was Pet Salamander which was eventually renamed to the summer league, consisting of Brent Wilson (15), Spencer Smith (15), Trevor Howell (?), and Ryan Ross (16) and you can still see snippets of the band's old website.

Each boy wrote their own “introduction” with a lot of sexual references, mentioning banging/hitting on mums, homosexulaity, how hot each of them think they are, girls, and making fun of each other “gayness”. Brent's introduction is especially strange/sexual, talking about his private regions, how good he is in bed and doing Ryan's dog.

Spencers is just as strange rattling on about Brent's brother trying to get with him (and how he likes it), how he cross-dresses and wants to “do” Brent's mum and dog. Ryan mentions his lack of a girlfriend (and search for one) and like in everyone else's passages calls the others gay.

Yet along with these teen immature intros some member's favourite bands and things to do are listed.

(Ryan's favourite bands)

Sadly some of these bands aren't easily accessible but I would recommend checking out the starting line; they are quite similar to Blink-182.

(Spencers favourite bands)

Their favourite bands all had interchangeable sounds. Bands like Blink, nofx, new flound glory etc all having similar punk rock/pop type sounds (except jackson five?).

You can imagine the band sounded similar to acts like these based on the boys' fashion choices and the lyrics that will be shown in a minute

(All of the boys pet salamander intros)

Shortly after pet salamander/the summer league Brent ended up transferring to Brendon's school leading to Brent introducing him to the others.

Also no one's quite sure where Trever faded to im guessing he just left and that was it as most teenage bands are. Additionally I want to bring up that even though the summer league did have some songs they are sadly now impossible to acces with no one being able to retrieve them.

(Panic fan discussing demos, proof of more demos that sadly can't be retrieved)

2006

Despite the actual songs being unretrievable, as I said the lyrics are. The lyrics are good but are a far cry from afysco with more angst and pubescent dread. But it's still good with a catchy ring to it.

It really does show the insane trajectory of Ryan's lyricism and difference in what he wrote about. Starting out as fun anti authority mumble to masterful satirical chuck palanuck reminiscent comedy, mature and poetic beauty.

(The summer leagues song lyrics)

(By the way, you can still check out pet salamenders website, I'd definitely check out the pictures even if some of them can't be retrieved, funny enough Ryan's email is there once again).

Also I apologise the link doesn't work anymore :(

END OF PART 1

[gummified-enora-elk-kirkton]

Werewolf frank x vampire reader

♡Lost and found♡

(Part 1/2?)

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(I am 16 pls interact based on your comfort with that knowledge)

!Very descriptive, detailed nsfw scene at the end!

Notes-

Ik there's a tiny bit of lack on Frank's werewolfness after the begining but if I make Part 2 or an extended version on a03 there deff will be more werewolf mention!! I split the original concept into 2 parts but I'm not too sure what I'm writing after this since I have other fics in the draft. Sooo sorry this took ahes😭 motivation is cooking my ass bad. Pls always send what u wanna read!

Tags-

Werewolf!frank x fem!vampire!reader

Dom!frank

TW-blood, vampire bite, NSFW, sex scene, swearing during intimacy, being chased, power dynamic, begging, hair tugging, unprotected sex

(Always tell me if I should add any tags)

Fic summary-

Your parents use you as a shield for safety, you're "dead meat". The chase begins but takes a turn when beyond the fair is a man, a caring one. Stuck, trapped by daylight he stays by your side.

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(4,704 words)

Pounding, your steps grew more urgent. No matter the pace, distant howls still caught up to you, twisting a vine like hold tightly around your spine sending jolts of horror directly through your being electrifying every step you take.

You're unsure, unable to recall if your “family” bolted or simply with green cowardice splattered on their faces awaited death's grasp.

Maybe they even retreated into shadows too far to reach, all you can be certain being betrayal.

Loud ear tearing howls inched ever so close threatening to enter the enclosed sheltered perhaps haunted ambience which was your home, a place where invisible prison bars squeezed tighter every passing day.

Lacking remorse, rejecting all noticeable hesitation, your parents threw their darling daughter straight into the arms of this “monster”.

Crumbling and viciously tearing almost a hundred years of bond into something unrecognizable.

Yet currently is no time to allow dwelling, searching, grabbing and dragging all logic back into the now.

Each sudden snap of your neck showed all the ongoings behind. The scene backing you slipping into a wider screen view, painting with precision a face whitening reality, it won't stop, it won't stop, hunting you.

Long calcium flesh sinking canines sat front and centre, a nose so sharp it could pick up every undertone of fright circulating from head to toe, pointed fluffy ears twitched with armed focus at each twig snap, static sleek black fur coated every inch of its body like melted wax, massive head crushing claws purpelled it forwards leaving tally marks on the floor and most noticeable of it all… those eyes.

The eyes, piercing light projectors swallowed by bone structure and coarse skin illuminated like car head lights. Following you no matter what, no event powerful enough.

Even in seconds of the moon's momentary disappearance they never left, keen green eyes.

But behind the primal instincts was a soul, emotion, apprehension.

Feelings not one animal knew of, concepts inconceivable, complexity far beyond their wildest imaginations.

Grief, fear and regret oozed out shaping the scenery as involuntary.

Another convolution smoothly stitched its way into this messy patchwork of a cold cruel winter night.

Towering over you, no longer a void of darkness with scattered sparkles glistening above, instead sly slight light, one only born of a day night cycle. Peaking just over the everforest tree tops.

In the event skin faced the sunlight an ashy result due to the classification in which you exist an extinguishing metamorphosis eradicating any sense of immortality bestowed upon you, all by daylight.

And abruptly the chase halts.

Nerves sharply and forcefully spin you around, attempting to jump start some idea relating to relaxation, reassurance in its absence.

What animalistic oversized wolf was in tail gating pursuit with you, now gone, but it's not like company was only your own.

A man meets your eyes

In the distance, bare, lying in the snow hunched behind a log swiftly slipping into a shirt and shorts stowed somewhere beneath the floor's abundant white snow blanket.

His face quickly meeting yours, warm soaks your cheek, quickly being absorbed.

The both of your faces undergo remodeling in unison, an internal bulb flickering on, brows shaking and contorting, confused but curious.

These feelings violently contrasting every emotion just before pumping your veins.

His frame enlarges until it's clearer, closer.

The outline of that perfect eye catching body chiseling into your cortex, careful to catch any and all detail from waist to face.

Tsunami size waves carrying built up exhaustion crash hard through your form, attacking your knees with immense unstoppable force, eventually falling to the floor's fuzzy snow linen.

He creeps closer, dripping like thawing meat except the condensation being a salty mix of sweat and tears.

Edging inwards, loose powdery almost sleet like clean snow white beneath his feet give way creating a detailed history of every moment, every footprint up until now.

The only thought clouding your brain is his lips. His fluffed spacious, dark, photon snatching hair, falling perfectly on his head with the front tuft perfectly swooping inwards to frame his charming face.

Delicately green emerald eyes scan you, lips flushing, somewhat open the corners copying loose swaying hinges.

His lips quiver not with any fear but with a jumbled jenga tower of sparking nerves. Vowels and a situationally limited alphabet attempt to stutter outwards yet are unable to bypass a gate of shock that prohibits his control panel from making a move.

Cracking uncrowds, fleeing into the air swallowing the ambience, free from the sockets in his bones. Stiffly, his knees bend bringing him even nearer to you.

Heat closes in.

Both of you can hear the other's heartbeat a beneficial side wffect of heightened supernatural senses only mythology tells tales of.

An expression vaguely similar to deer sat awaiting head on collision covers every one of your movable muscles.

Lacking caution or regard of self preservation, he without hurry lowers his extended arm.

A toned tattooed arm laying upon olive undertones hangs still in front of you acting as both a greeting and reassuring gesture.

The lack of space tightly traps your lungs temporarily pausing the pacw at which your breathing stedied at. The man's slick heart stealing features lure you in like a jewelry store's strategically placed window display.

His breath shortens, restricted, feeling the pull of attraction tugging against his adam's apple. It's very much a mutual feeling, circling your neck like a rough silencing rope.

The two of you can't help but sense an underlying magnetic push and pull attraction buzzing like a pair of rattlesnake magnets. All this a result of only occupying each other's startling but semi strange heart enlarging presence.

Watching intently as his lips chatter about. A shapeless combination of man made letters surround your ears calming you. “you OK?, shit um I'm sorry uh uh.. I'm frank! who are uhh who are you?” It's clear that he can't waste even a second viewing time off from you, itching to feel you, help you, be with you.

Instantaneously viscously ripped from bliss, dragged internally, thrown from this love like trance by a borderline blinding, warm toned, clear as day dread.

Sunlight.

Defyingly refusing the euphoric spell pheromones are casting, unlacing its finger tips, unaccepting of its armor. The light is a waking reality with its presence; your life is in irreversible danger of soul eradicating death.

Hurrying you crawl back sprawling limbs grasping wherever/whatever within reach.

Eradically flailing back, tripping about weakly, stumbling up till your shoes hit the floor hopefully keeping you up right until safety’s confirmation.

Your soul screams for him, but your brain wraps around the tree trunks, clearly setting a path straight for the forest's edge. Bodily functions brought forth by rational, attempt to seize control, design a blueprint, a path, a b line.

You take advantage of that b line.

Disregarding the natural wonder of a man in such intoxicating proximity, you initiate a race of life. Ice crystals compact beneath your black leather boots working like ice picks to prevent reversing the essential life saving steps already made.

Rushing, running, unrementingly fleeing, desperately seeking the comforting embrace of mother nature's thick canopy. Agility accelerates throughout you in swift rushes, surging and burning any leftover energy remaining, securing your safety.

*3 weeks later*

No matter what you manage to catch, nothing is successfully sufficient in satisfying the debilitating hunger. Primal famine is crawling up the walls of your stomach lining attempting to ferociously carve its way out, up until your brain cuts ties with the very last shred of morality left attached to your vessel.

This small hiding, jagged dripping cave walls keep you sheltered for an unmeasured finite amount of time. The foggy lung obstructing air full of your own exhaled wails and cries.

An inhabited state fogs everything, thoughts slosh about like waves of large drunken pools of water. This lack of conjuring thought makes self preservation, an action impossible to undertake.

While laying in pity tucked away below the cave's blanket of false security, the sound of leaves crackling abruptly captures your ear canals.

The crackling isn't some unimportant foley, the wind manufactured in order to fill the night sky's eerie emptiness. No, it's something much more spine rattling. The source of that cluttered crackling is a pair of thick heavy leather boots wandering.

As the movements moderately lower becoming slower and more strategic simultaneously also grow gradually louder, closer.

The person's heart beat at a presto pace. Sweat drips down their back in uniform droplets. You can smell them, the scent of cigarettes teasing.

By now the sun has begun to rise and the atmosphere turns less of the horror genre and more reminiscent of cozy autumn foxy orange hallmark trails with pillowing styrofoam clumped about.

Suddenly without warning a head springs out from around the cave's exterior.

You leap back, body continuously shaking, your back curls inwards instinctively, hair rippling upon your face, sweeping like a weeping willow’s weighted branches.

Realization electrifies your neurons, lighting a flame in your soul…., and his.

That familiar face.

A smile slips from his lips while his brows reach upwards pulling those mesmerizing amber green eyes open.

Air escapes your mouth yet no noise is present, wide eyed. A word conjures forth

“F-frank..?”

Vertically his smile extends. “no way... yes yes um its frank, holy shit I can't believe this.” stammering becomes more apparent the longer sound fills the airspace.

For some reason you let go, release, absorb every minute of external radiation of comfort.

Bluntness born of dismal carries your words. “I'm y/n, please I can't be here”

Sturness rumbles through his thick brows like shockwaves tumbling towers. Without a moment's notice instinctively he quickly wraps all 4 fingers around your wrist tightly pulling you.

His hands are veiny, bone crushing, demanding and one of the only unmovable objects known to this world.

You scream but not because of his touch, his touch is the only vast comfort present amongst the searing pain.

banshee lung-like screeches rip from within you shattering any sense of suffocation settling jarringly against the calmness awaking each dormant tree family lineage.

The darkness hugs, shielding you, covering your inhuman nature and one irreversible weakness. The absence of light slips over your hands, bandaging boils, soaking up their warped surface until a faint scar is all left, the sun's reminder, a stain.

His eyes welling, flooding, your his lady of sorrows, cautiously inching closer tears flow down in your direction, empathy and sympathy assorted within the h20. Small salty droplets in uniform seconds gracefully hit the floor.

Your lips quiver but gain necessary structure in order to speak "don't worry ill be ok your had no clue. Now you know what I am. I guess we're more alike then less?”

The corners of his mouth loosen, separating “can I stay here, I can't leave you alone, are you hungry? Thirsty?.... Lonely?”

A lengthy shackle protracts, forceful grabs and locks around your hearts chaining a molten love intense like barbed twine. connection so soul concurring no blade obtaining any degree of sharpness can penetrate.

*3 weeks later*

Times fickleness fleeting, automating the increasing brisk speed which churns the sun and moon's rotation, appearing faster.

Perhaps Frank's now daily visits made things more bearable, well not things but life. Even in silent presence, the company was comforting.

“You've never watched Donnie Darko!?" Frank's unfiltered shock shrieking, screeching a sliver’s layer from off the cave’s walls.

“Omg yes frank I really haven't!!, I promise they NEVERR let me out. It was all old timey readers' digests and books binder by twine, I'm not joking!” uncontrollable giggles sneak out hiding in each word you state.

“So you really lived like the tutors every passing day!? Boredom would've killed you eventually” Frank's gaze dazed, your radiant face and soul brightening his world.

“I mean honestly.. that chase was the most thrill I've had in decades” your eyebrows swerve north east puppeting the string hitching your lips corner hoisting it in flawless harmony.

Frank's face raises then softens almost like your words, an affirmation untethering some soul sucking weight that crushed, a limitless load of unwaveringness that teared his consciousness apart, but now under your guidance dissolving.

Tear ducts quivering, remorse, regret and self disgust paving the base to a skeletal scaffold in which loathing ran its tycoon upon.

Jaws chattering communication cluttered, crowded by emotion “I'm um sorry I-I I really didn't mean to… I swear on my life I um.. I didnt, I would n-never hurt you ever..never ever.”

Forgiveness freely washes your feelings out for all to hear.

“it's ok frank”

Reassurance smiling through each syllable

I know you didn't mean to, I forgive you.”

“I'm happy we met like really happy."

In such a moment all frank can do is paint words on his face, muscles forming every stroke of joy brought by your words

Frank's smile warmer than love.

*2 days later*

Frank's head nuzzles snug in your lap like it was designed to rest between your thighs. In silence you simply share space leaving room for each other to exist.

He snuggles about clearly getting comfy.

Your head, dizzy but sturdy enough to only undergo a partial lean word's sluggishly spewing.

“You know you've met somebody really special when you can just shut the fuck up and comfortably share silence” murmered but clear

Frank adjusts himself turning your way

“Really?” an innocently amused response short lived when he spots your face.

Deprived of blood for this long would surely be a death sentence for most undead fanged freaks.

The pounding debilitating headache wasn't reassuring any faith in you defying this statement.

“Shit. Y/n!? You look fucking ill are you ok?”

Gurgling, grips, latching firmly up your throats lining, burying all you can say.

The usual dead rose red blotting your cheeks rapidly disappearing, the urgent severity transpiring bright as day.

Cool toned nerves prying beneath your slight transparentness, pale at another level of lifelessness illustrating malnutrition.

Panic zapping fuzzy tingles all about Frank's body, mind racing until he looks down, viewing himself the solution.

“Y/n you need blood right? Look here's my way of making us even” The toned lines of his neck deepening his articulation choking all about.

You quickly understand the insinuation and willingness makes you eager, relief rubs your back calming your nerves into a state which now lacks nauseous butterflies.

“Frank, are you sure?”

Face souring, flustered unpreparedness, his eye twitching like the skin's surface preparing for that specific pinching sensation that occurs before a needle he nods, foreboding.

“Bite me, drink my blood.”

To make things easier, frank carefully with gentle finger tips props you in place.

His blood sweet like love, skins stench soothing in the same specific way nicotine releases endorphins, the rich thick wine surging, circulating is undeniably irresistible.

Like honey.

Your jaw unlocks, extending somewhat forward fangs glistening, your beaming.

Ecstatic even before tasting his maroon vein filler, you hungrily suck in every top note in attendance within his scent.

Atmosphere so tense you could sever a nerve.

CRUNCH!

Blood's familiar tangy sting evoking your taste buds pouring straight down your throat.

Surprisingly only wines anatomize, not even a yelp.

Your fangs shove further inwards, both widening and deepening the wounds entrance. Your throat is now impatient gulping, the blood pouring,

Hardy but short satisfactory breaths pause the feast momentarily.

Between stuffing small underground tasteful moans caress your ear.

Is he enjoying it?

Your eyes spring open, stealing a glance at Frank.

His eyes roll back, tongue elongated waving about his open jaw.

“Fuck”

Frank's chord progressions coinciding with incremental uptakes in volume.

The both of you shudder harmoniously, body’s rolling with jazz like rhythmic serene sophisticated suave. Embracing one another in a moment so intimate.

Blood trickles down his shoulders staining his shirt a bright vibrant crimson even the most avoidant can't miss.

Any droplets puddling quickly tongued. Licking everything in centimeter proximity, scooped and captured by your tongue's freakish insane level of contralability.

Clearly this tongue action is flicking some switch on in frank, protrudence in his jeans becoming more obvious

Hands gripping your waist imprinting every line of each finger print, he remains in certain control of this feeding the bone bruising swaddle taming and telling.

The trails of that unmistakably wine red human fuel once encircling his circulatory system would be a little hard to explain.

*5 months later*

By now time flew by only pleasantly due to Frank's frequent visits. Along with that, consuming the life pumping in his arteries was like drug use.

It all felt so fictional like reality would eventually fly open, as if its pages flipping by would create a cold smack of truth penetrating through this delirious delusional hallucination.

Yet this was all thankfully real.

Your flicker and fumble about the lighter in your hand, lighting candles adding a gothic light immersing the cave. Your unnaturally icey skin embrasing the candles warm greeting.

Erupt never ending emptiness dressing the woodlands trees startled by the blazing flame.

The puppy boy as you named him would like clock work every couple days manage to wander his way back to you.

Silence fogging the limited space huffing uneasiness providing you with some comfort in loneliness when crackling closes in.

Your frank stumbles in ready to willingly and with great excitement give yet another day of glee undermining the circumstances molding

His smile painted wider than usual. A slick grimace stuck plastered upon that toned face.

Hands tucked behind his back he slowly shows whatever was out of your eyes reach. This time unlike the rest an item is locked in his hands.

“Y/n you ever had one of these? It's a cd player, music just for my favourite girl. You can actually hear my music now!” Thrill and utter joy bounced about his body radiating on to you.

Tucking the corners of your lips upwards, affirmations slide from you speaking on your gratefulness.

“I love it, thanks frank it means a lot. You knowI've been dying to listen to your stuff”

Fluttering eyelashes catch your eyes, hazel green rings grazing with full devotion.

Installing themselves a crucial role in creating a race for your heart's pace.

This bond you both intimately linger on, your sinking hearts anchoring on a level that only with one another both of you can descend to.

And all of this didn't just free Frank's heart but also apparently his mouth since every meet all he did was chat.

Yet he isn't talking, he's speaking, pouring a world beyond the tight bubble confining you. Everytime your ears perk up and even if possible prepare you.

Everyday he goes on about his band holding a place in his heart almost as dear as you. Gerard this, Ray that.

But no matter what he could never talk your ear off instead soothing it since the pure nirvana ricishaying through his bones in each word softly spoken shows all of this talk is because he loves you.

Pausing you both just state at each other.

Everything is so quiet, so tense like something is meant to happen.

Frank inches closer till your chests begin compressing and expanding in perfect unison, those coral rounded lips enclosing until they collide with yours.

The CDs are tossed making even more room for your body's to fuse, passion the glue.

Now his hands are slipping smoothly up your back, rubbing about, simultaneously his mouth moves in circles.

Your body jerks and your hands tightly wrap all about his neck, with no room for any air except the carbon dioxide which in short frantic puffs is departing deep from inside the two of you.

Those now familiar veiny dense hands flick up the back of the shirt he bought you, creeping upwards, sticking, warm, and sweaty, skin on skin.

Spit coats the lower part of your face meanwhile he roughly yet tenderly massages all about your back pressing down harder and harder with every twitch in his hips.

Seems lips surrender conjoined vessels. An exquisite mix and pick of randomized events collided in order to sequence such a chain of events.

All this leading to the inevitable falling bringing your beings within vital savoury vicinity, immensely eager to make out with such tender hips

He reaches for his belt buckles and a sharp ting echoes as he tosses it about begging to be set loose.

With an abrupt but necessary shove he shuffles back, mouth salivating while his belt cleanly slides from its bars. In a swift motion the belt is thrown.

“Take of your clothes” he demands

Frank's words rip off your garments overpowering your hands commanding them to toss everything stuck to your body.

He follows in quick pursuit, as if the world could end any minute.

Frank was kind enough to bring you an air mattress to spend days melting too but looks like it would now serve a better purpose.

Frank squirms out of his dark blue baggy cut jeans ruffling off his shirt until only his boxers are hiding him.

Reaching out to you frank hooks a firm grasp around your bra strap turning and winding you back in, slamming your bare chests into each other causing a collision so heated the forest stood still.

Your bra disregarded.

He's like a wild animal, free and in an aroused craze practically foaming from the mouth unable to contain the love he must thrust innermostly inside you.

Your jaw locking beneath the bellowing every bit of pressure applied by his clenching.

As if you weigh nothing frank without a single muscle used sways you back to face him.

Overflowing desire penetrates your iris burning a ring of lustful flame into your brain waves and the desire's origin lurks in lake like ripples laying upon Frank's dilated pupils.

He knows you're staring at him.

Cherry blossom fuschia toned pigments splash on your cheeks mimicing water colors expanding on paper.

Your hands are forcefully scooped into Frank's palms as his grip twists and tightens, unfolding your body until you're lying flat. His mass on top of you, a thin slither of air stuck in between your body's.

One of your wrists is set loose flopping back to the mattress without Frank's effortless placement. His face flashes a smirk for your eyes to catch, meanwhile his hand has wandered downwards towards his boxers.

“I'm going to let you feel how much I love you” these weighted words slicing through the air, seducing your brain.

Just beyond your core frank is violently throbbing against you, solid. The grip on your wrist changes his tattooed knuckles turning white.

By now he's messing with you. Every beat in his dick is practically pounding its rhythmic pulse up against you surging up all around your body stimulating impatience and need.

Sensing the slight quivers that snitch on your emotions only lights an even brighter fire inside Frank.

Playful breathy mutters slide down his tongue as he nibbles on your ear slowly letting the seconds tick past until a perfect time to do as he said manifests.

Hot humidity exhales, animalistic huffs being absorbed. Inhaling joint air you can taste the pungent tar smearing his lungs.

“Say you want it, fucking tell me” teeth grinding and lips snarled he instructs steeling your free will.

“Please. Please frank I fucking want this please” a low ask escapes you

Chords claustrophobic from the enclosing walls of his neck Frank's voice raises now immensely demanding not telling.

“FUCKING TELL ME” eyes wide uneasy ears careful for any vocal movement you make.

Your mouth airs out your desperateness.

“Fuck me frank, please”

“Please I want it so bad fuck me”

Not even sparing time for your brain to catch up with his actions Frank's right hand roughly enters his boxes.

His dick bursts out slapping the inner of your thighs still cupped in his bulky hand.

Powerful currents carry relief consuming your organisms, the wave carving a key,unlocking your hips, simultaneously chaining your movements.

Two fingers big enough to alone fulfill you, wrap around your underwear making a mess of the wet spot accumulating on the lining of them.

Frank's dick can only get stiffer, borderline a painful level. Unwrapping your underwear, your core on display to himself.

His tip inspects all your folds.

In one intense swift thrust all of him caves beyond just deep filling everywhere within you.

Every one of his cocks nerve twitching creates a convoluted network of entangled choreography containing rhythmic vibrating pulses shooting like orgasmic pins all in you.

The friction sticks the both of you like velcro, rocking with any and all dip in his hips.

Assertiveness is sprawled all over out within each thrust smashed into you.

Frank's pace increases synonymous with aggressiveness and hard hitting hips. Moans escape out of you.

“Fuck oh fuck”

“Holy shit your so tight”

swimming amongst Frank's grunts, your moans exciting him.

“fuck moan for me moan my name”

You do as told

“Frank mmm ugh frank”

His cock smashing all about your walls bruising every bit of you murky purple stains spelling the pleasure bestowed upon you by his dick.

Between thrusts, strategic slobbery lip licks kiss your neck. Starving your neck is more than just satisfactory to Frank's appetite.

“Fuck, frank please” you moan

“Look at you taking it, fuck you feel so fucking good” Frank's face lifting his brows between each word said.

Between your thighs he's shoving in and out your body unable to even somewhat un-suction from his cock instead swaying in response, his wet slippery tongue swiping the lining of your mouth careful to reach every corner.

Your spit coated make-out an insight on all the passion exceeding from Frank's waist.

Caving, your back arches close to your climax frank fondling your clit stimulating the reaction he is forcing out from your core.

Your moans and stutters echo bouncing about the cave's dire lack of insulation hitching inside Frank's ears pulling both sides of his lip upwards.

Grinning frank only adds to it all, harder, faster, rougher, heavier overwhelming every bodily function no longer under your control.

Your body trembles, pleasure the conductor. Frank's hips roll roughly, grinding up against your waist and thighs.

Your tongue swirls mixing tying knots in each other's mouths your core gets more and more sore, showing just how close you are.

Frank's hand shoots up snatching, bundling the rope of hair pooling in sweet lollipop swirls behind your head.

His hand scrunches knuckles pressing on your skull yanking both gently and without regard.

The slick black bird nest of scruffy shaggy like laces interlocking imitating velcro loops trapped between Frank's brawny fingers, tugging your head back so your neck stretches entirely, mouth gaping open jaw strictly strained.

“Cum for me, cum on me, I want you to finish first sweetheart” sweet structured syllables seek safety within your ears, breaking free of Frank's chest.

You do as said, finishing. High decibels of whines and whimpers burst from your chest. Your back is almost breaking from the angle in which it's bending.

He follows quickly, jolting loudly, mouth over your ear, whining, moaning, crying.

The both of you are sticking like molten plastic with a different form of white viscous fluid binding.

Frank ever so slightly lowers his chest from floating to a minute amount of molecules above you.

So close, dots of sweat able to connect, creating long trailing beads traveling in a speedy race down your torso.

Sweat, cum, panting, pure alcoholic anaerobizing intoxicating scent, matted intricately laced locks of ravelled strands like embroidery seized within Frank's now greased palms which leave an oil cast echoing a striking forsaken scene of mere untitled raw sex.

Frank's body slowly and unceasingly steadily relaxing.

Your body ensuing each flexing vein now surrenders to the man a top of you forever and more.

Frank chuckles monophonicly. Exclamations shoved outward, pants filling the gaps squeezed betwixt his airless alphabet.

“Do you know I love you? This is what we are now. I wanted to make sure you know”

All you can legibly pronounce is breathless laughs and an agreement, acceptance.

“yes frank I do”.

[gummified-enora-elk-kirkton]

☆★Mikey Fanfic★☆

"Eternal date night"

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𝔇𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔶 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔶

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-𝕄𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 (𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕔)-

𝕐𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥😔 𝔻𝕨 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝕚𝕟 𝕁𝕒𝕟𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖. 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼. 𝔸𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕤 𝕒 𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘... 𝔸𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤.

-ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤-

-*𝕋𝕎*- 𝔹𝕃𝕆𝕆𝔻(𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕) -𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 -𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘

-𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪-

𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕡 𝕞𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥... 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕, 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕝. 𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕍𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕤𝕔 𝕗𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕠𝕗𝕗, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤...

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I'm suprised you managed to fall asleep excitement wouldnt loosen its grasp on you. Ever since you locked eyes his sharp face shape had been tattooed on your brain, free of charge. His funny nerdish socially clumsy behavior charmed you. Endless hours spent blubbering about dnd and obscure pop punk bands. He was charming in a way only mikey could be.

You had been "friends" for a while now, yet you couldn't help but turn beat red at the thought of him. Ever since your first encounter Mikey had dropped suddle hints of a mutual underlying romantic feeling. This feeling had been stuck looming in the air for far too long. Ever since a week ago after visiting an estranged family member in Transylvania, mikeys advances turned more direct. You weren't delusional right? It wasn't all a coincidence? These queries were soon settled when Mikey Way himself asked for your company on a dinner meant for lovebirds. His tone wasn't void of confusion, it was clear this was more then just a friendly hangout.

That long shiny slick spikey black hair falling perfectly upon his face in a side swoop so effortless he looked fictitious. Is all you can think about.

Bzzz! Bzzzz! A rhythmic rippling shoots up your arm and there it was, on your ring camera door bell, that fictions face. Were you really about to go on a date with thee mikey way!?, bassist of my chemical romance!?

Despite how illusory it all seemed you speedly continued to paint your face with such elegance that every brush simply grazed your face.

Your black sparkly dress lay, untouched upon your bed prepared to create unforgettable memories. U admire its starry eyed beuty and slowly slip into it like the opposite of a snake shedding its skin you slither in so perfectly that every single curve and place to love popped just perfectly.

KNOCK KNOCK!

Is that..him? Was fiction going to be faced with non? Just by opening a door a dream may became a reality.

"Taking your time baby?, I want to see that drop dead gorgeous face" mikey yells

You scrambled to open the big oak door.

Infront of you stood the mikey way. A shy smile formed upon his smooth lush lips. His eyes were unmovable only fixated on one thing, the divine being before him. He looked mythical, like something straight from bram strokers dracula. His once a swirl of ever forest green and rich brown chocolate eyes had suddenly seemed to become a bright piercing flouresecent.. green..?

But why does that matter he's mikey fucking way!? His long veiny pale but chisled hands extended towards to great you.

"May I come in or do you already wanna head out beutiful?" His voice sounded commanding but breathy almost as if your beuty was causing a trance like effect.

Hand in hand you two quickly bounced into a cab. Mikey couldn't contain himself, hands all ready all over every single surface of you. His eyes illuminated the darkness.

Eventually, the cab stopped. Before, you was an enormous, luxurious, old timey hall. Massive blood red curtains blocked any and all light, not even leaving room for the slightest peak in.

The place gave you the creeps, making you feel jumpy like a scraggly cat who's fur had stood straight up in a spikey manner. The whole situation was starting to creep you out but did it matter because mikey wasn't creepy, you think? All the guests looked like they were straight out of the Victorian Era.

His head swiveled to look down at you, his tense fingers leaped at you wrapping a ferm sensual grip on your waist. He was like an ice pack comforting but freezing. He hushed you forward to walk in union with him, but it was more like an involuntary action then request.

A tall slender figure sat the both of you down at a massive sturdy table with a floral and faded table cloth. Him n mikey exchanged quick mischievous lip curls.

It was odd, a table fit for a king was your sitting placement. Everything fealt so lavish. Amongst every wirring tangled dirty thought was mikeys exquisite looks eyeing you down in hunger, he looked like he could devour you right there resembling a starved man.

God did he look hot, well not really in the temperature way since his skin was taking on a bluesh hue as the night went on. His eyes met with yours forming butterflys to flutter within your intestines. From across the table his hand staggered to reach yours, gracefully and gently he ever slightly raised your hand to his mouth. A pair of smooth bubblegum pink lips ever so slightly kissed your hand, creating your cheeks to flush into a mixture of red pigments. The date only became more heart melting as it continued, flirtatuos comments mixed with kind complements. your heart racing at the perfect pace.

Mikey's lips parted and words began to spill out "you look unbelievable, let's dance"

visible shock clouded your face. "Dance like dance dance, like moving with eachother in rhythm?" you uttered back in an awkward tone.

Mikey smitting spoke "Follow my lead sugar were going down, I won't let something so beutiful get lost"

You couldn't help but standing and following the man.

Your long black hair trailed behind you like a wedding Vail.

Mikeys lean silhouette pounced at you, firmly he cautiously placed each finger around your wrist in an edging matter, the ruling grip caused sexual tension to cloud the air.

Without a second to waste you both took to the halls spacious ball room. He begins twirling you between strategicly placed nibbles at your neck. He suddenly pulls away then immediately moves forward to push his lips on to yours. Pure passion and love escaping from his saliva, drool trickeling from your mouths only causing more of an entrancing connect

You two become like pieces of braded thread, intertwined. He was so sloppy, acting like a love starved man back from war. His tounge crossed yours, licking the walls of your mouth. It was so intense you forgot you two were standing in the middle of a massive crowded room but neither of you gave a shit, it was too good. Then your tounges slipped apart leaving a trace of eachother on the others oral space.

You two went back to dancing but this time it felt like he was about to "do" you mid sway. Your tight black dress felt the presence of mikeys hand slip up it but before he could work his way closer to your core and certainly throw the two of you into a lustful frenzy.

He backed away.

A nauseous look washing over his face like a tidal wave, his lips began to quiver, eyes glassy, skin so pale you could see every blood vain. This expression quickly turning worryingly apologetic and remorseful, during this turn of events his eyes revert back to that hazel haze.

He stammeres forward, ready to try and continue what he began, but it wasn't the same. This time he wasn't confident in the slightest, his footwork choppy, hands trembling, movements sloppy, eyes widened to their maximum, flooded with fear, legs buckling it was like a crashing wave washed out whoever was just tounge deep in your throat.

Amongst a daze of perplexity you finally realise that mikey was actually being himself for once that awkward nerd you fell for. The more you think about the more you realize jusy how wierd he was acting up until this point. I mean you weren't upset with this new found confidence and straight forwardness but you were wondering were that nerd was, Mikey never went to any exuberant pricey balls. For fucks sake an orchestra was playing.

Pulling you from thought is mikeys eyes, tbey instantly initiate into a constant pulse, contracting muscle spaz. He looked like some wide eyed bug feasting his stare upon you. The glow began to infiltrate your thought process and put the both of you into a state of mind unrecognizable to this mortal plane.

As quck as it ended you both click back into action, skin on skin dancing. Swaying to the orchestra that was now more intense then over, one mistake seemed as if it would end the earth's rotation. Your necks click around eachother, lips like like a match tempting itself by piroutteing to close to striking.

In an instant the match sets a blaze and the both of you are once again set into a lustful longing state of love. Mikeys mouth unzips and pierces yours in a way so powerful you body rolls ever so delicately crashing into his. The voilen is only screaming louder creating a sharp but strategic symphony. Your arms swiftly extend upwards wrapping behind his toned neck, hands weaving themselves I'm the thick of his hair.

Mikeys hands are once again encricling themselves around your waist pulling you in closer leaving no room for any air flow that may be present. Your lips begin to rapidly prance non stop kissing, creating a knot in the allocated area named your mouths.

Intense is an understatement, the chellow booming, echoes through the dining room hall, causing more friction between your lips. Mikey groans and releases small muted moans as he ruffles the back of your dress between his large hands. Your warmth sets about infiltrating mikey. You can feel his teeth against your tounge.

Abruptly, Mikey withdraws but not like before, this time his face is brimming with determination and confidence. Lacking thought mikey immediently swings his arms out so your back bends backwards. Your head missing the fall by mere centimeters while your feet lay lightly on the floor. You are now in a perfect position to view mikey, the orchestra and the scenery unfolding amongst the occupied vicintiy of the opulent ball room. All around you couples stop. Couples draped in elabortat robes, white floral lace, enourmos fluffy feathered top hats, satin fingerless gloves and gothic jelwery bright glowing eyes lock on to you. The differnece in atire only makes you stick out more. Mikeys posture straight and narrow while your spine elegantly but stifly reclines into a curve.

Mikeys hands allows for your position to be one of comfort and nature due to using an inhumane strength, to support your frame from falling flat onto the stained maple wood floor.

The green flourescent flames along his pupils brighten to a state so blinding the world appeared neon. In this moment it's seems everything has fallen into place, your not sure what this means but something is taking place and whatever it is is very dire.

In parallel to your figures lies a massive covered mirror, lined with fancy swoops that construct into a gold frame. It's size is unmeasuerable. It towers over all before it. Rich crimson curtains withhold the rooms residents reflections. From the darkness two strange beings emerge appearing human but with an uncanny twang. Mikeys gaze only intensifies staring through all aspects of your soul. You can only watch as the beings tug and release the curtains unveiling a shocking scene.

Before you is, yourself and an empty room. Not one "human" has a reflection but you, not even mikey. utter dismay and bewilderment hit you hard.

Mikey briskly poses you upright once again. Your faces are so close his lips are practically touching yours again, slowly he relaxes creating a 3 inch gap between your lips. Despite this your hips continue to hold a firm grip against once another conjuring up a sexual and dominant bond.

Mikeys mouth starts to water and wonder. Short sudden null of comfort airy gasps rapidly in bursts release from your lungs serving as the catalyst for true panic to fester. Mikeys deminour becomes wild, animalistic like a beat incapable of restraint. His drifting reaches its destination, your neck, lips quivering and pants buldging. His jaw extends and a pair of immense jaggered pointy fangs appear outwards. Your eyes widen, body trembling. The closer the tip of his pearly fangs get to your jugular the more fear creeps in. Combonied with all this his trousers can't hide the massive protrusion happening.

CRUNCH! With no warning he chomps down, Sinking his fangs far within your neck. Wincing, blood release form within you. His hips jolt as he thoroughly enjoys the taste of you.

His eyes roll, sloshing around as pleasure takes over. His hands dig their way into your flesh and he almost buckles but somehow manged to stay standing. The sea of couples surrounding the both of you cackle and undergo a similar transformation. Large protruding incisors disclose themselves uncovering everybody's true identities, vampires. The orchestra starts up again with a chord progression so melodic all can't help but dance. The room once again abrupts into joyous cheers and the loud clickity clackity of grand heels pierce your ear drums. This time there was no lustful trance to distraction you.

Mikeys head moves in closer to you hair brushing along your cheek, moans leaking out. The feeling is too much and his knees hit th floor dragging you down with him. He sits a top of you sucking from your open wound. Oddly pain doesn't coexist with the magnitude of the situation. An overwhelming sense of passion and lust zap through you like Shockwaves.

Mikeys draining strangley turns pleasant and arousing...?

Eventually he deserts your neck, releasing a massive gust of satisfactional breath. You lay in his arms, a cheeky and fullfiled grin painted on his face. He looks down at you wiping away any remaining droplets of blood.

You slowly smile in return, reaching up to leave him with another kiss.

"I didn't mean for things to be so scary sugar but this is the way it's done, now we can be together forever, we were always more then friends anyway we both know that, you taste so fucking good". Whispers mikey

Together, you lay. Sluggishly, your head sways nodding in acceptance, prepared for whatever awaits you in eternal life alongside hand in hand Mikey.