Just some random One-Shots from different fandoms. :3
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Filled with random One-Shots and short mini series.
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WARNING: OOC, AFAB!Reader, Older Man/Younger Woman, Mild Non-Con, Dub-Con, Partly Inspired by a Disenchantment Episode, Metalocalypse X Ghost Kinda, AFAB!Reader, Papas are kinda alive?, Short Chapters THEME: Dethklok Priestess Goes Abroad FANDOM: Ghost (Swedish Band) Part: 1/?
[1]When you returned home, it was nearly 5 in the morning. After a hard day's work, you went straight to your new friend's place- Your only friend that is. You lost track of time during the whole party, yes, she had decided to throw a rager that day. You drank some, smoked some "medical" weed; You refused to touch the bong though, you refuse to put your mouth something that four others had already done.
You don't know these people and you're not willing to taste whatever they are or drank previously.
You're so glad to have a rich friend, she had a freaking pool table and kinda played fortnite with you... Kinda, she was more distracted with some dude's tongue in her mouth, to be fair, you were always kinda distracted chugging a two-litter and lighting your next second hand cigarette.
There were many game loses. Many.
Well, you've forgotten to let your parents know you'll be late. You hadn't sent them a single text, having forgotten about it and in the back of your mind you knew your parents wouldn't look at the text anyway. Maybe that's why you had "forgot".
Upon walking into your shared home using a spare key, it was all dark with little lighting, just enough for the janitorial staff to clean. Using the light of your brand new phone, you followed the well traversed path, the one you knew all to well. Your feet taking you to familiar places without your brain directing.
Honestly, you like walking around in your home at night, it's a lot more quiet and less crowded. As soon as you step foot within the common room, the lights suddenly blinded you, hurting your [EYE COLOR] eyes in the process.
"And where's has you been, young ladies?"
You cringed at the sound of Skwisgaar's voice, anger hidden underneath. The blonde man sending a glare your way while his fingers endlessly played an unknown song.
"Yeah! That'sh what I would like to know!" Followed closely by Murderface crying, "I'm such a horrible dad!"
No! Your heartstrings!
"Daddy, don't say that!" You took a step forward, you don't like seeing Murderface upset! He's a good dad when the others aren't around, in fact you're closer to him then the others. "Daddy, no..."
"Why didn't you call! I wassh sho worried that shomething happened!" Toki patted the bassist on the shoulder,
"It's not your fault." Toki comforted the heavyset man who turned around to hug the youngest bandmate.
"But it feels like it is![2]" Murderface buried his bulldog face into Toki shoulder, wetting the guitarist's clothes with hot tears.
"So, where'd you go?" Pickles pipped up, "To a party? Booze? Boys? Drugs?" He questioned, leaning forward until his elbows rested up his knees, the long stretched couch groaning in the process. "I'm angry too, but ya know, call me; I'd like to have fun too."
