4 Works in Donna & Griffin Stagg
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Those Green Eyes Are My Green Light (I’m Giving Up On Control) by thenightreader
Fandoms: The Black Phone (2022)
23 Oct 2025
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One time Griffin had asked him a question back. “What do you write about?” He’d asked. It was said absentmindedly, it slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it.
Showalter had shot him a smile as bright as the sun. “Anything and everything,” the boy had answered back.
Griffin had looked up at that, his eyes moving from the paper he was writing on to Showalter’s open face. “Anything and everything?”
Showalter’s smile shifted into something softer and Griffin tried not to think very hard about that. The boy had only hummed in response.
Griffin hadn’t pushed further and Showalter hadn’t told him.
Or.
5 times Billy called Griffin different pet names and 1 time Griffin did.
Griffin Stagg hates Billy Showalter. Billy Showalter does not hate Griffin Stagg. It goes on from there.
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One seems to be perfect in the eyes of the other, while the other is deemed the lone wolf. As differently they are perceived, no one could understand them better than each other. So what happens when their years old rivalry comes to an end with no winner, or rather two winners?
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Little gay boys who went through tough shit and finds comfort in one another, then they fall in love.
Yes, this is Briffin centric, if you don't like it, shut up. I'm so tired of fics that has briffin but they're ALWAYS side couples, so I took matters into my own hands😋yes, ik i'm writing 2 other fics, but who cares
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“What have you done to me?”
”How odd it is to be haunted by someone you can’t remember.”
Griffin feels wrong.
His body looks wrong.
His mind is flooded.
This fever won’t go away.
And he’s going to fucking lose it if the mirrors won’t stop showing himself rotting and covered in dirt and blood.
Griffin gets sent back in time so he can save both himself and the other victims of the Grabber, but what happens when his memory loss comes with him and he can’t remember anything, only snippets?
IN PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN
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No one has to know what we do, his hand's are in my hair, his clothes are in my room. His voice is a familiar sound that rings through his ears, piercing silence he didn't realize was there.
Or, in hindsight, the words that spill from his mouth shouldn't of surprised either of them.