melony-gardner

It was dark outside, and you were sleeping, tucked soundly into your cozy bed, without a thought for the frigid world outside. So naturally, when the rapping on your window started, it shocked you up and out of your cozy nest, where you sat upright, panting. Dave Strider, the guy of your high-school dreams, is standing, staring through the (literally) frosted glass. Now, there are a few things wrong with this scenario. One: Dave isn’t wearing his sunglasses, allowing the dim light of his blood-red eyes to shine vaguely through the glass. Two: He’s outside your freaking bedroom. (Uhh, major creep much?) Three: The most pleading

"Hey, bro, can we keep her?" Dave asked, holding up a cute little kitten. It was solid white, except for black patches around her eyes that looked vaguely like aviator sunglasses. "Will you quit bringing home a different animal a day?" The guardian said, sighing. The seven-year-old boy nodded so vigorously, his pointy anime shades fell off his face, flying across the room, but not breaking due to the fact that they landed in a pile of the odd stuffed toys called smuppets. "I won't bring home any more! She's gonna be my new friend!" Dirk sighed, a sound both of admission and annoyance. "Fine. But you're the one taking care of the thing. It'

(A/N) Ok, so there is some cussing and a small fight scene... oh well! ~~~~~~~10 years ago~~~~~~~ "Sup, (y/n)?" You turn around, to reveal Dave, the young Strider boy that sat behind you in class and was always wearing sunglasses. "Hey, Dave!" He sat next to you on the ground.  It was currently recess, and you were by yourself reading a book. "Apple juice?" He holds out a bottle towards you.  You take it, and you see that he is already drinking from another. "So, (y/n), why are you by yourself?" You shrug. "I guess I just don't want to have to deal with other people right now..." you drifted off. He stands up.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to

She hated him. His stupid smirk, his toxic kisses, and his stupid pick-up lines! (Y/n) growled as she saw the male whom she hated so much, Orphaner Dualscar. He had started flirting with one of the many women here, making (Y/n) glare at the back of his head. I like to think that I'm a pretty good kisser I like to think I maybe broke a few hearts But since I met you I'm a victim of disaster I like to think I got it down to an art The Summoner, who had came with Mindfang and was (Y/n)'s moirail, chuckled lightly when he saw his moirail glaring at Dualscar. "You know, you can always go talk to him (Y/n)." Summoner said, putting an arm around h