#first posted on wattpad

[omorinovaau]

Kel's 14th birthday

Kel stood in his room. What day was it? What month was it? Did it even matter?

He heard a knock at his door,followed by someone yelling his name. He went downstairs to check who it was.

It was Aubrey. She really changed her appearance a LOT in that one year. She bleached her hair,she seemingly ran out of toner half way through though,so it had orange patches. She wore her bow as a hair tie,somehow.

She had a box of a dozen cupcakes. They resembled white bunnies with pink bows as bows.

"Uhh,you okay,Kel??? You look kinda disheveled..." Aubrey said,snapping Kel out of his trance.

"Uhh,yeah,I'm fine! Come on in!" Kel blurted out. He quickly looked at his hair. It was more matted then a mat,well,it would be considering that he didn't brush or cut his hair for one YEAR.

Aubrey entered the house,and shut the door.

"Kay! Want some??" Aubrey says,offering the box to Kel.

"Sure!" Kel took a bite out of one of the cupcakes...they were really good! When did Aubrey learn to bake?

Aubrey was already stuffing her face with 2 of them.

"Aubreeey." Kel gave her a playful glare,earning a laugh out of her.

"Sorry- These are just really good!" Aubrey said with her mouth full,spraying crumbs all over the couch.

"Woooow,way to compliment yourself!" Kel playfully told her off.

"Bleh,whatever!" Aubrey said,crossing her arms.

"...So,what do you wanna do?" Kel asked.

"Wanna bake something?"

"Yeah! What do you wanna bake?"

"Garlic bread!"

"You be one of them aces?" Kel asked,giving Aubrey a curious glance.

"Hell yeah!" Aubrey half-yelled,throwing her arms in the air.

"Me too!" Kel said,smiling.

The two got up,and proceeded to start making garlic bread. They started eating it like they hadn't eaten in 4 weeks.

After that,the two layed on the couch,and fell asleep. Kel moved like a damn rotiserie chicken until he found a comfortable postion,meanwhile Aubrey was laying right on the edge,about to fall off.

What more can I say? This was how Kel's 14th Birthday went.

[silentgrim]

picking up where we left off...

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

[mamasplat]

I continue to fall into old 2016 amourshipping kalosshipping wars (it’s so fun I’d love to talk about it more I was on both sides of this) and I’m just-

We can all agree now with hindsight that ash and calem aren’t counterparts? Like yeah ash stole the guys clothes and left him for dead in the river i guess- but they’re nothing alike

Alain is a much more accurate and obvious calem fill in if you ask me.

[thatstolenpayal]

In another universe, me and my guy would be having our first kiss. And while I walk away from him only to turn back once, I find him jumping up and down in happiness.

[trafheartlaw]

Confessions. (Short)

@straws-and-sunflowers @signatureartsblug

"It tastes like meat?!" Luffy exclaimed as he ran straight towards the poor reindeer Chopper, and fought over a piece of "meat". The thing is, it was a trick to get Luffy to get him to take his meds. But it seems even try to make it meat flavour doesn't help. In fact, one could say it's worse. Now, Luffy is basically high, and Law, being the snarky and prideful doctor he is, just watches. With a watchful eye, he walks towards Luffy, a smirk dripping with tease and eyes of smugness looming at Luffy.

"Woah.. pretty!" Luffy shouts, as he looks at what he thinks is a Moon God. In his mind, Law is huge; tattoos glowing with a hue of aquatic sapphire, golden eyes piercing the dazed Monkey D. Because it was a hot day, Law was only in a pair of shorts, so it made Luffy stare even more. It was a warm night after all, and the full moon was risen to above Law, making the moon shine a benevolent light upon his back. The wooden deck was now flowers, on a sea of soft grass and life (go touch some). "I.. really love you, Torao.."

"Wait what?"

"You're a beautiful Kami.." Luffy mutters, before being knocked to his senses by Nami, who shouts "Be careful what you're saying!"

The next day, and Law is helping care for Luffy and persuading him to take his meds. It doesn't even need the meat anymore, as Law is already helping by just being there.

"Heh. Weird how you take it when I'm here.." Law mutters quietly, barely a whisper in the drafting silence of the captain's room on the Sunny. Windows flutter in and out, as does the cogs in Luffy's mind, whether to say his love (not knowing he already has) or not. Finally, Law speaks up.

"So, was what you were saying to me true? Do you love me?"

"Torao..." Luffy whispers, before nodding vigorously.

"How weird. So do I." Law replies, before kissing the shocked Luffy on his cheek, making sure the other knew just how much he was loved.

[awakari]

Good Night Stories

Sanji x gn!Reader

It had been an exhausting day with a stressful battle. You're tired, but the adrenaline still hasn't fully worn off, so you're struggling to fall asleep. After a while of tossing and turning in your bed, you decide to head back out onto the deck and sit down on a bench, feeling the fresh night breeze.

After sitting there for a few minutes, you hear a door somewhere to your right open and someone else walking onto the deck. Upon turning your head towards the source of the noise, you spot your blonde crewmate and good friend, Sanji, about to light a cigarette.

He notices you sitting there and starts walking towards you with a smirk. "Can't sleep?" he asks with a teasing untertone. "No. I'm SO exhausted, but I still can't calm down from earlier..." you explain and let out a frustrated groan.

When he realizes your frustration, his expression softens and he sits down next to you, asking if there's anything he can do for you. You lean against him and ask if he can tell you something. A confused look crosses his face and he turns his head towards you. "Like what?"

"I don't know... anything. I think i just need some kind of distraction, to take my mind off today for a bit."

There's a moment of silence, as Sanji seems to be thinking to himself. As he starts talking again, he begins reminiscing about his time working at the Baratie. The stories range from strange experiences with customers, to Zeff once again making him wait the Tables, instead of letting him cook, to the dishes he would prepare.

His voice always has a calming effect on you, so you start to relax and slowly but surely, you drift off to sleep, with your head resting on his shoulder. Sanji continues talking for a while and when he realizes that you've fallen asleep, he gently places his jacket over your lap, careful not to wake you up. He can't help but notice how peaceful you look sleeping like that and a smile crosses his lips.

Then he finally lights the cigarette he was about to smoke earlier and leans back a little, making sure your head doesn't fall off his shoulder. Minutes pass. After he finishes his cigarette, he lightly leans his head against yours with a content sigh and lets his eyelids fall shut.

Soon after, he too falls asleep and the two of you gently sway with the calm rocking of the ship.

[juliluvhz]

how much pink?

warnings :: mcbling reader, fem reader, pink

you were sat in your pink desk chair, spinning around with a pen in your mouth whilst your loud music blasted throughout your room, a song by avril lavigne playing

you picked up your phone off of your desk, your fingers gliding over the pink gemstones placed on your phone with a picture of you and Peter stuck in the middle from a few months ago. you paused your music, the quietness seeming louder than your music for a second. You clicked in peters contact, ringing him

it rang about 4 times before Peter picked up

“Hey pretty, you okay?”peter said between deep breaths and the wind in the background, overlapping his voice, you could tell he had been swinging around in his stupid spidey suit

“yes, I am. are you okay Pete? how long have you been out? your gonna get a cold you should go home soon”

you replied, getting up from your chair and opening your pink curtains, looking out of your window, opening it a little bit to let some air into the room

“I’m actually near your house, does your mom mind if I swing by? no pun intended”

he replied, I rolled my eyes at what he had said, smiling a little “my mom isn’t home , come through my window though just incase”

I answered him, opening my window a little more for him

“okay, I’m here” he said, even though he was indeed no where in your sight

“no your-

you were cut off by the exact boy swinging right through your window, landing on his feet

“not” I finished my sentence, hanging up the phone and placing it back in its space on my desk

Peter took off his mask, taking a proper look around your room in disbelief. this was the first time Peter had ever been in your room, as when you 2 hung out it would usually be at his house since may loved to have you round

“what?”

you said to him. his eyes flicked from your pink bed covered in pillows and stuffed animals, tje posters in your room, the carpets, the curtains, your speaker, the desk, laptop, mouse, keyboard, pens, bags, everything

“jeez, how much pink?” he said, finally facing you like you were mad

“I love pink, you should see my wardobe”

you replied, sitting on your bed, pulling the boy down with you

“the pink is disturbing me”

he replied as if he was allergic to a colour, you threw your blanket over his head to which he quickly reacting to by throwing it off his body

“you such a drama queen” you giggled at him, kissing the top of his head, the shimmery pink lipgloss you wore lingering there for a second, he pulled away from you and wiped it off his head. you giggled a little before pulling him back, kissing him everywhere, his lips, nose, cheeks, forehead, neck, you name it

he pulled back, making a gagging sound

“now I’m covered in your pink lipgloss”

he whined, not even bothering to wipe it off

“atleast you smell like strawberries!”

you smiled at him happily, kissing his lips one more time, cupping his cheeks and squeezing them lightly

“im Never gonna look at pink the same way again”

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how fun

anywhizzle, first post yayay! i Take requests if you liked this 🙀⭐️

[hoomandoescosplay]

Checking You Out | Albus Potter x Scorpius Malfoy Oneshot

Albus has been observing the blonde haired man for weeks ever since his schedule got changed.

This was mainly due to the fact he was unsure of how to approach Scorpius, so he would keep himself busy at work and keep glancing over at the boy whenever he wasn't dealing with other library patrons.

Albus can't help but get distracted anytime Scorpius is within his sight. His coworker keeps telling him that he should go up and talk to him, but Albus always gets too anxious to do so.

The most they ever talk is when Albus is lucky enough to be the one checking people’s books out. Even then he mainly stays quiet in fear that he’ll fumble over his words.

Albus feels bad for not being talkative. Especially on the days Scorpius tries to engage in light conversation, asking him about any books he recommends, the weather, and even about work.

The library’s doorbell jingles, pulling him out of his over complicated thoughts as he turns his head towards the door and notices Scorpius walk in.

Albus gets all flustered at the sight of him. He can barely breathe as he watches him walk inside, a bit nervous about talking to him. He's never been good with talking to people, especially when it comes to people he likes.

He just stays behind the desk, hoping that he doesn't have to talk to any other patrons so he can keep an eye on Scorpius.

Today was a lucky day for Albus for two reasons. First was the fast that today was a slow day for the library. Second, he’s working at the counter today which means he’ll get another interaction with Scorpius.

Albus takes a deep breath and waits for Scorpius to come up to the counter. He can feel the heat rising to his cheeks and the nerves in his stomach as he waits for him to get there.

He can hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and soon he spots Scorpius walking over to him. He feels his heart beating faster, but he tries to stay calm before he greets him.

As Scorpius gently places the books he collected on the counter Albus can’t help but stare at him. This guy is hot. Really really hot. Albus can’t help thinking to himself.

The more Albus looks at him, the more he begins to think to himself that this is the most attractive person he has seen in his life. He can't help but notice every little detail about him, from his piercing grey eyes, to his blonde hair, and even his hands.

Albus is getting so lost in thought that he barely realizes that Scorpius has said something.

"What was that?" he asks quietly, shaking himself out of his thoughts. He clears his throat a few times, trying to calm his nerves before returning his gaze up onto Scorpius.

“Are you checking me out?” Scorpius asks the librarian while taking a mental note of his name on his name tag.

“Huh?” Albus’s face immediately turns red. “Oh no, no I’m not. Nope definitely not.” He begins to tap his fingers on the counter nervously.

“Oh? I always return my books on time. Is there a specific reason I can’t check these out today?” He asks clueless.

"Oh no, no no it's not that.” Albus stammers, his face still flustered. “It's just... uh, it's just that…” his voice trails off as he thinks of what he’s even trying to say.

“I just…” he stops talking as he finds it hard to finish his sentence. “I’m so sorry. I um- I made a mistake. You’re all good to check these out today.”

Scorpius gives him a smile as Albus begins to quickly scan all of his books. “Thank you Albus.” After collecting all of his books in his hands Scorpius adds one last thing before leaving the library.

“Too bad you weren’t checking me out, I thought you were cute.” As he walks out all Albus can do is stare at him with a flushed face.

Albus's face turns red as he realizes what Scorpius had said. “Wait, what?” he manages to get out, but he's too slow to catch him.

He can only stand there, his face still flushed with embarrassment. But as he watches him leave, he can't help but feel a bit of a silly, dumb grin on his lips.

Luck must have been on his side however because as he looks back down at the counter he notices a small piece of paper with a number and name on it. Scorpius’s name and number.

Now today was a lucky day for three reasons.

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Thank you @rewritingcanon for the prompt idea!! I loved writing this oneshot! :)

[milyas-girlblogging-era]

shoutout to all the girlies (gender neutral) who LURK. THE LURKERS. THE GIRLIES WHO FOLLOW AND LIKE BUT NEVER REBLOG AND RARELY COMMENT BECAUSE THEY ARE EXTREMELY ANXIOUS AND ARE AFRAID OF JUDGEMENT EVEN WITH THE ANONYMITY OF TUMBLR. SHOUTOUT TO US THEM.

applies to ao3 and wattpad also!!! 💖

SHOUTOUT TO THE GIRLIES WHO CONSUME CONSUME CONSUME MEDIA. BUT NEVER CONTRIBUTE TO THE OUTPUT OF MEDIA!! SHOUTOUT TO THE GIRLIES WHO READ FANFICTION AND WRITE THEIR OWN ON GOOGLE DOCS BUT HAVE NEVER POSTED ANY!! SHOUTOUT TO THE GIRLIES WHO HAVE BEEN PART OF FANDOM CULTURE FOR YEARS BUT ALSO NOT REALLY??? BECAUSE THEYVE CONSUMED?? BUT HAVE ALWAYS BEEN AFRAID OF POSTING?? AND ARE ACTIVE IN THAT THEY CHECK WEBSITES AND TAGS AND WHAT NOT EVERY DAY AND KNOW ALL THE NICHE INSIDE JOKES AND HAPPENINGS BUT DONT TALK TO ANYONE??? SHOUTOUT TO THEM.

anyways first post. yes this is about me.

[simpdewvalley]

The Mines (Sam x Reader SMUT)

Rain pelted on the windows of my boyfriend's house. It was a chilly spring day and it had been raining nonstop throughout the night carrying into the morning.  My shirt was still a little damp from the trek over from the farm. I was chilled to the bone from the walk and had snuggled myself up in my boyfriend's bed while he made me hot chocolate in the kitchen. I found myself looking at the several band posters that littered his wall. Most were of bands that I didn't know but he and I still shared a similar taste in music. It wasn't long before he knocked me out of my trance.

"I've got your hot chocolate, love," He said sweetly, appearing in sight. It was early, he hadn't slicked his hair up for the day yet so short locks of blond hair dangled in his face. I thought it was cute, he didn't think so. He set two cups on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you," I told him.

"It's nothing," He replied, grabbing his hot cocoa and taking a small sip. "I'd go to the ends of the Earth for you, you know that."

"But you know I'd do the same!" I countered.

"I know, I know," He chuckled. I grabbed my hot cocoa and started sipping on it.  It tasted heavenly.  I savored the sweet, hot liquid in my mouth before swallowing it.

"So what do you want to do today?" I asked. He looked at me with his piercing blue eyes. I squirm under his gaze.

"I don't know, it's raining and I don't want my love to get too cold," He said sweetly. "We could go to the mines." I fill with dread. The mines have been a topic I've been avoiding with Sam for weeks. He's always wanted to go but never had the courage to go alone, but now that he's with me, he wants both of us to venture into the unknown together. I'm not sure he can handle it.

"We've talked about this. Sam. It's just too dangerous. You don't even have a sword," I sighed.

"I may not have a sword but I have a frying pan! Mom won't even know it's gone," Sam said with a straight face. I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Sam fighting a slime with one of his mother's frying pans. Today was not a good day for this argument. Sam was just being cute, and I just couldn't say no to him.

I let out another sigh, "Promise me you'll stick close to my side and I suppose we can go."  He cheered and immediately started getting ready. I got up from the bed and put my damp coat back on and shortly we ventured out into the cold rain. The hike to the mine was long and both of us were shivering by the time we arrived at the cave's entrance.

"Here we are," I say as we head inside and out of the rain. I pat my sword on its holster, making sure it can be accessed at any moment.

"Here we are, I'm so excited!" Sam beams. He pulls a cast-iron skillet out of the bag he was carrying. My jaw drops.

"You were serious about taking a frying pan from your mom? And don't you know cast iron rusts easily! She'll kill you if she finds out you brought one of her best pans out in the rain!" I lecture.

"Relax, relax, I think it'll be okay, I've gotta protect you somehow," He reassures me. I move on. He walked over to the elevator and looks back at me, waiting for me to follow.

"No," I tell him, "We're starting off at level one."

"Fine, you win I just wanted to protect you from some monsters is all."

"You will, just not very many," I told him as I walked to the nearby ladder. He climbed down first and I followed. As we approached level one, I could sense Sam getting nervous. We both stepped down from the ladder to a dimly lit room filled with rocks and various types of ores. It seemed to be a promising day for mining.

"Wow, that's a lot of rocks," Sam stated, "I guess now we start mining."

"Well, that's the whole point of this trip, after all," I tease. I headed to one side of the room and Sam took the other. We both began breaking rocks until we found the ladder to the next level. On the second level, a slime appeared from behind a rock and Sam jumped ten feet in the air.

"(Y-Y/N)!" He shrieked. I laughed and pulled out my sword. Within a couple of seconds, the slime was no more.

"It's just slime, Sam. No need to worry," I told him.

"Yeah, but it surprised me. If you weren't with me I don't know what would have happened," he said, looking at me with eyes laced with love. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. This was what I was worried about. It took me a second to realize how close Sam was getting to me and how we were backing up slowly until I felt my back touch the wall. He rested one arm on the chilled rocky wall while staring me in the eyes. His blue orbs gazed into mine lustfully.  "You saved me back there, y'know that?"

"I-I..." I stammer, "I suppose I did." Sam had such an effect on me at times. His stare brought butterflies into my stomach and a pulsing sensation between my legs.

"You deserve to be rewarded for that..." He murmurs, his face getting flushed. Sam was close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I trembled under his touch.  I knew where he wanted to take this and was growing warmer by the second. He moved his free hand to cup my cheek, bringing me in for a passionate kiss.

I leaned into his touch and pressed my body against his. No one can find us here, right? The kiss deepened and I quickly found his tongue in my mouth, pressing against mine. I moaned into the kiss before he pulled away for air, leaving a small trail of saliva between us. Both of our faces are blood red as we quickly start kissing again, this time Sam reaches his hands up my shirt, gently squeezing my breasts before reaching behind my back and undoing my bra. Tossing the garment to the side, Sam breaks the kiss again to slide my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side too. After a few seconds of lustful gazes, his lips were on mine again.

We made out for a few seconds before he began rubbing where I wanted him most. The friction of his hand and my jeans was enough to drive me wild. I moaned softly and grabbed his spikey hair before sliding his jacket off of him. It hit the floor with a soft thud. I reached up his shirt and ran my hands across his chest. It was soft yet toned at the same time. Sam's moans were soft and sweet as I slid his shirt over his head, only breaking the kiss briefly. I sighed softly as he pulled away.

"How bad do you want this?" He asked, breathing heavy.

"S-so bad!" I plead.

"Take your pants off and lay down."

I obediently follow his instructions and find myself laying on the cold, dirt floor of the room. He undid his jeans and slid them down, exposing a tent poking through his boxers. It didn't take long for him to climb on top of me and start kissing me again. His fingers trailed slowly down my stomach towards my throbbing heat. He brushed them against my clit, causing me to moan hard into the kiss.

"You're so wet," Sam breathed heavily.

"Only for you," I replied. He quickly positioned his head between my legs and teasingly pressed his tongue against my clit. I squirmed under his touch.

"You've been such a good girl," He murmured against my heat.

"A-Ah~"

Sam started lapping at my heat hungrily, taking in the taste as his tongue repeatedly flicked my clit. My hips squirmed back and forth, desperately trying to grind against him. Soft moans escaped my lips as he continued for the next several minutes, eventually inserting a finger into me and pumping it in and out as he devoured my pussy. It doesn't take long for a knot to build in my abdomen. As it does, my moans got louder and louder. A couple of seconds later, that knot came undone and I come against Sam's tongue. Breathing heavily, we both make eye contact. His blue orbs now overtaken completely by lust. Sam stripped down completely and positions his length at my entrance. Gently, he pushed inside me, making sure that he wasn't hurting me at all.

"Fuck, you're tighter than usual," Sam grunted.

"You feel so good."  I moaned and pulled him down for a kiss. He started thrusting sloppily and kissed me passionately. Both of us moan into the kiss, each thrust slowly building that knot in my stomach again. He pulls away from the kiss and whispered sweet nothings into my ear.

"I love watching the look on your face while I fuck you senseless," He muttered. I had no response other than to let out another moan.  At this point, I was certain that every monster in the mine could hear us but I didn't care. Sam's length soon hit my g-spot, causing me to nearly scream. Realizing what he was doing to me, Sam continued to abuse the spot with his length, hitting it over and over again. He drove me wild. The knot in my stomach kept getting bigger and bigger and I knew that I would release soon.

"S-Sam, I'm gonna come!" I moaned.

He thrusted a couple more times before shoving himself deeply inside of me and coming hard. I felt his release against my walls and I came shortly after as well, tightening around him.

"Fuck, (y/n). The things you do to me." He whispered in my ear before pulling out. I felt our juices drip out of me and onto the dirt beneath me. He grabbed his pants and reached into his pocket, pulling out some tissues and wiping me clean. I smiled and thanked him and we both got dressed. By this point, it was getting late and we decided to call it quits for the day with the mining. Sam rested the frying pan over his shoulder as we walked out of the mines, leaving nothing but the scent of sex in the air behind us.

A few days later, after a restful night's sleep, I found myself sifting through mail when I came across a letter with sloppy handwriting from Marlon, the leader of the local adventurer's guild. Inside I found a piece of paper and on that paper read:

Everyone in the guild heard you and Sam a few nights ago. The mines are a dangerous place, don't do it again.

-Marlon

[kindahoping4forever]

3 Days...

[redgearsmovin]

and in this moment, we dance.

A Dave/Boris fic.

Summary: Dave finds himself sharing a dance with a famous ballet dancer.

Words: 1780.

Note: It's not mentioned but this fic is written with the headcanon that Dave is aro-spec. Unsure if that is portrayed clearly tho, or if the characters might be OOC haha. Anyway this silly little crackship has been on my mind alot, hope you like this writing of them!

You can also read it on: AO3 | SqW

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As Guests of Honour, the Movers and Nina were looking forward to the backstage access. Once the other ticket holders had wrapped up their meet and greet, the five friends were brought to the VIP area, where they would meet the two dancers there.

"Boris, Oksana, your performance was beautiful!" Nina said excitedly.

"Yeah, I couldn't look away!" Scott added.

"You both danced wonderfully," Smitty complimented.

Dave took off his cap to pull out a big bouquet of red roses and handed it to Oksana. "For you," he said, putting on the hat again. Oksana grinned as she accepted it.

"Thank you Movers! Thank you Nina!" Oksana replied with a slight curtsy, and they bowed back.

"Yes, we are very happy you enjoy show," Boris said, smiling. "We love seeing you in crowd." He looked at them, and when his eyes landed on Dave, he gave him a quick wink. The gesture was met with a slightly surprised expression from the Mover, his eyebrows slightly raised. The others were oblivious to it aside from Nina who noticed, her gaze shifting between the two men. They all then continued their conversation for a little while.

"So, what's next? Are you two going back home?" Rich asked.

"We have more show next week."

"Da. We stay in your country until show is done," Oksana added. "We will love to see you all again. You too, Mousenik." She patted Warehouse Mouse gently, and the mouse cheered. "We hope to dance more in your country now that we are still the famous dancers."

"We're really glad it all turned out well. Congratulations to both of you!" Rich said happily.

"All thanks to your help too," Boris noted.

"So, great job to us too!" Rich cheered, holding his hand up for a high five.

The others got ready for the high-five as well, though Dave was interrupted when Boris handed him the bouquet and a few other gifts the dancers received from their fans.

"Please bring these," Boris said, making his way to one of the rooms away from where they all gathered.

Dave stood there for a moment, balancing the items in his hands before eventually following Boris' lead.

'At least he said "please" this time', Dave thought to himself, pursing his lips. He walked over to a table and carefully placed the items down. He let out a sigh, then looked at the dancer who was standing near a dressing room mirror. "Alright, I put all your stuff here."

"Thank you," Boris replied, flashing a smile at Dave. He placed a tube of his favourite hair gel inside the bag, along with the other tubes.

"Guess you won't be using those anymore, huh?" Dave remarked.

"Mmm, not so much, but maybe a little." Boris closed his bag and turned to approach Dave, taking proud strides. "Enough to make Boris extra handsome, no?" he said with a smirk, running his hands through his hair.

Dave took a small step back when Boris stood right in front of him. He scoffed, then shrugged as he plainly replied, "Sure."

Boris chuckled lightly, a more genuine smile forming on his face, and for a moment the Mover froze. Even if his constant self-praising were bordering on being annoying, Dave couldn't deny that the dancer was quite attractive and very well aware of it.

"One more thing I want to ask." Boris' words snapped Dave out of his thoughts.

"Huh, what?"

"Will you do honour of dancing with Boris?" The dancer asked, offering his hand.

Dave looked at it, then back at the man. He promptly glanced to his side and checked his surroundings before facing Boris again.

"Are you.. asking me?" he asked, a confused look plastered on his face.

Boris cocked an eyebrow. "Do you see other handsome man being here?"

Dave felt his face heat up, his eyes widening. "I'm not.. um.." he mumbled, trying to think what to respond. He then cleared his throat and replied, "I don't know ballet. You and Oksana saw how me and the guys danced, right?"

"I can show you," Boris said calmly, "if you like."

Dave blinked a few times, staring at the hand extended to him. Countless thoughts were running through his mind, none of them helping him decide what to do.

What's going on?

Why all of a sudden?

Why me?

Dave frowned, and Boris took note of it. He lowered his hand.

"If not, it's OK," he reassured with a smile, turning away. Dave didn't hear any hint of bitterness in those words, and his expression relaxed. He decided to not overthink it.

"W-wait!"

The dancer looked at the Mover, who spoke once more.

"I, uh, I'd like to dance."

Upon hearing his words, Boris smirked. He offered his hand again, and Dave accepted.

* * *

Admittedly, Dave still wasn't so sure about this.

Ballet music played gently across the room. The two men faced one another, hand in hand. They moved together, with Boris patiently guiding Dave in each step. They pulled each other close, and Dave was still trying to grasp everything that was happening. He couldn't help but observe his dance partner; the way his dark hair fell on his forehead, feeling the heat from his rough palms whenever their hands met, the woody scent of his perfume as strong and intense as the person wearing it.

Dave had never realized how big his dark pupils seemingly were, and he found himself staring into them. Boris smirked as he raised an eyebrow, looking into Dave's bright blue eyes in return. He began moving his legs, prompting Dave to follow as they continued. Dave swung his arms as gracefully as he could and his feet stepped wherever Boris took him.

"Well done, kotyonok. You dance very good," Boris said, grinning as he twirled Dave around.

They ended their little dance with a dip; Boris had his hand supporting the Mover's waist as Dave leaned back into it. The Mover froze again, his eyes widened as he gazed into Boris' eyes once more, their faces now inches away from each other. He could feel his heart pounding, the overwhelming mix of perfume and musk piercing his nostrils, and the warmth from the other man's body. His head was clouded, his senses almost overwhelmed. Boris observed Dave's reaction, his face slowly inching closer to the Mover. Dave's mind was racing.

Aren't things going a little too fast?

Should I lean in? Close my eyes?

This perfume is too strong. It's nauseating.

Just like in fairytales, kiss and live happily ever after.

I can't feel my legs. My face feels numb.

He swept me right off my feet! Metaphorically and literally.

The others are probably looking for me.

What a dreamy moment~

This isn't happening.

Dave closed his eyes shut, as Boris leaned more into him. He could feel the dancer's breathing on his face, and at that moment, everything was too much.

"Sorry."

Dave moved his head, leaning further as he slightly pushed Boris away.

Boris carefully pulled back from Dave, holding his hand as he helped the Mover stand up properly. Once Dave was steady on his feet, Boris held Dave's hand up to his lips and gave it a soft kiss before letting it go.

"No worry, kotyonok. It is pleasure dancing with you."

Dave's face was flushed, his heart still beating quick as he looked down, trying to calm himself.

"Ah, before you go.." Boris walked over to a table and grabbed a piece of what seemed to be a poster. He uncapped a marker and started writing something on it, then looked up as he asked, "What is your name?"

"Huh, oh—" Dave briefly looked down to his suit, realizing his nametag wasn't on there. "It's uh, it's Dave."

"Dave.." Boris continued writing, and Dave's eyes wandered elsewhere, still reeling from what had happened.

"Here," Boris handed over the poster, which was of him in a ballet pose, with unfamiliar writing on the bottom left which Dave could assume one of the words was his name spelt in Russian, along with Boris' signature. "If you ever miss me." He winked before going back to his bag.

Dave took a look at the poster, then pulled a face. "Um, thanks." He kept it in his hat and glanced at the door. "I should probably head back to the others."

"Farewell, Dave. Thank you again."

"Bye." Dave gave a small wave before exiting the room.

* * *

"There you are, Dave!"

Dave was caught off guard when he heard Nina's voice calling to him. The Movers turned to his direction as he approached them.

"Hey guys—"

"Hey, are you okay?" Scott interrupted. "Your face is so red, almost like your hat!"

He stepped closer, cupping his hands on Dave's face as he continued, "And it's so hot too!"

The others looked at him curiously. Dave chuckled, pushing Scott's hands off him. "It's nothing. I'm probably just tired."

"Yeah, it is getting late. And we have to leave now anyway," Smitty chimed in, petting a sleepy Warehouse Mouse who he was carrying in his arm.

The others nodded and made their way out the theatre. While walking to the Mover Mobile, Nina suddenly stopped in her tracks. "Oh no!"

"What? What's wrong, Nina?" Rich asked worriedly.

"I forgot to ask Boris for his autograph.." Nina said, pouting.

"Oh! I got you." Dave pulled out the poster from his hat, handing it over to Nina. Her eyes lit up as she unrolled the poster. "You can have it."

"Wow, thanks Dave!" Nina grinned widely and Dave nodded. The others smiled as they all continued walking.

Shortly after, Nina called out to Dave again. "Hey Dave, maybe you'd wanna keep this," she said in a quieter voice, giving him a small knowing smile as she handed a folded sticky note that was attached to the poster.

"Hm, what.." Dave hadn't noticed it there. He opened the note, then furrowed his eyebrows. "It's.. a phone number?"

"Ooh.." Nina smirked at him. "I guess someone was hoping to see you again."

"Who would..." Dave stopped his sentence, a red tint forming on his cheeks. "..oh."

Nina couldn't hold back a smile. She leaned closer to Dave as she spoke, "Anything you want to share?"

Dave cleared his throat, covering his mouth. "..not yet. I'm still.. processing it."

Nina patted his arm. "Okay then, I won't say anything about it."

"Thanks, Nina," Dave said, giving her a grateful smile.

"Let's go catch up to them."

"Oh, right!"

They both walked faster to the other Movers in front of them, eager to get back home and get some rest from a long, exciting day.

[themadwomanherself]

Pale Blue Dot: An Introductory

Hello everyone!

For those of you not familiar with who I am, I go by the name of True_Thingss, collectively known as The Madwoman among my online mutuals.

Currently, I am best known among the 40k community for my story Pale Blue Dot.

Inspired by other similar fanfictions, Pale Blue Dot follows a girl named Lua living on Earth learning she's the Eleventh Primarch. The kicker? She's got meta knowledge and so does the Earth.

Yup, an Earth in 40k with the 40k franchise present story. Given how popular that discussion is among the fandom, there's hardly ever stories about that concept.

And not just that. It's also about a female Primarch who happens to be normal too. Well, that would be a lie, but you'll have to read to find out more on that.

Yet there's more to the story than just that, and while I have made it pretty explicit on Spacebattles what else to expect from the story, readers on AO3 are out of the loop, for now.

If you wish to experience the full story without any spoilers and as it was intended to be read, I advise you to read it on AO3. If you don't care about spoilers and love interacting with fellow readers, than I advise you to read it on Spacebattles.

If you have any questions regarding the story, this blog here is just for that. Along with any other projects I have for this fandom and others.

And with that, goodbye for now!

[formulahannah]

New F1 Blog!

Hi! I'm a Hannah, a huge Formula 1 fan. I write fanfic and F1 stories for it over on wattpad, which you can also access on this blog! I'm hoping to find some friends in the F1 community! :)

[m0chisw1rl]

My Introduction + Boundaries જ⁀➴ ₊ ⊹

Hallo!!! I’m m0chisw1rl but you can call me mochi! here’s something’s you need to know about me!!!

Gender- Female (afab) she/her pronouns

Hobbies- art,dance,and writing

Mbti- ISFP

Interests

Music

Current Joys - Tv Girl - Clairo - Laufey

Beabadoobee - The Smiths - Cas - Montell Fish

Mitski - Phoebe Bridgers - Conan Gray - Lana Del Ray

Faye Webster - Alex G - Arctic Monkeys - Radiohead

Billie Eilish - Mac Demarco - The Weeknd - Djo

Shows/Movies/Anime

Ponyo- Aurthur and the Invisibles - Mean girls - HxH

Howls Moving Castle - KNY - Silent Voice - Spiderman

Wild Child - Bleach - Tokyo Revengers - Big Hero 6

MHA - DeathNote - My Neighbor Totoro - Arcane

Things I’ll post

(diff from writing)

-random thoughts

-how im feeling (angry,sad etc)

-random angry rants (i get angry often)

- expect random posts and deletes | (• ◡•)|

Writing (will and won’t)

Will

- fluff

-angst

-headcannons

- M & F reader (ONLY no character x character)- i don’t want ppl fighting over ships they don’t like

- smut (maybe, only for older characters)

-smaus

-oneshots/imagines

Won’t

-inc3st

-r@pe

-weird kinks (kn1fe,p1ss,and v0mit)

-b3astiality

-su1cide

-p3dophilia

-n0ncon

-yandere (stalking/predatory behavior)

Fandoms I Write for

-Kny (Demon Slayer)

-Mha (My Hero Academia)

-Stranger Things

-Harry Potter

-Fantastic Beasts

-Howls Moving Castle

-Percy Jackson (new movie)

-Avatar+Legend of Korra

-Naruto

-Criminal Minds

-OHSHC

-JJK

-Haikyuu

-Kuruko’s Basketball

-Genshin/ Honkai Impact

-Tokyo Revengers

-AOT

-Descendants (1-4)

-Chainsaw Man

-Saiki k

-Cobra Kai

-Kickass (1)

-Hotel Transylvania

-Miraculous

-Pen15

-Spiderman

(across/into spiderverse)

-Teen Titans (go&tv series)

-Marvel

-BSD

-Love and Deepspace

-One Piece

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Gakuen Babysitters

-Toilet Bound Hanako-kun

-Mob Psycho 100

-Dandadan

[also I write stories of my own characters]

wattpad profile -livingdead_g1rl

I hope you all can respect, my rules and my boundaries

\(^ヮ^)/!!!