#five line fanfic

[hb-writes]

John Shelby was a very naughty boy, indeed.

😜

I almost never write this, but here's something a little ~spicy~ for y'all. 😅

John Shelby was a very naughty boy, indeed. 

But if John Shelby was a very naughty boy, then what precisely was she? 

Something far worse than naughty, she supposed, as she sat crouched beneath John’s desk in the middle of the day, the taste of him still on her tongue even though he’d tucked himself away when his brother stormed in through the closed door. 

She rolled her eyes, quickly growing bored of Arthur’s talk, bored of his griping on about Tommy and the man’s latest perceived slights, all of which John barely responded to, humming every couple of sentences in feigned attention though she had a feeling his thoughts were snagged on something else entirely. 

She leaned her head down against John’s leg, nearly sighing to herself as she felt his hand slide down his leg to press against her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp just the way she liked even though it wasn’t what she wanted just now.

John continued his idle massage as she slid her hand up his thigh, smirking to herself at the tightness of his pants which she quickly grasped, feeling him jump as the fingers in her hair tightened, first in surprise and then in a warning, John’s fierce grip saying what his words couldn’t—Cut it out.

She nearly hissed at the tug, wondering what kind of warning it truly was if she kind of liked it, lost there somewhere between pleasure and pain. John’s grip had yet to loosen when she tightened her grip on him, too, her fingers issuing a silent command of their own—Get rid of him. Now.

(also hi @murderousginger 😍 how the heck are you?)

[stergeon]

25 rejected edeleth fluff ideas

here are some edeleth stories i thought a lot about but did not write. if anybody wants to actually write one of these, be my guest (and also pleeeeease send me a link, i'm desperate for content about Them Girls™)

byleth takes edelgard on a fishing trip and she has an absolutely abysmal time

edelgard makes a valiant attempt to corral byleth's atrocious fashion sense ahead of a formal event

byleth teaches edelgard swear words

edelgard tries some of those weird herbs rhea used to give students to relax; byleth is more than happy to babysit

byleth does edelgard's taxes. she's wearing her goofy professor glasses. it does something weird for edelgard

edelgard takes byleth on a date to the opera and byleth cries the whole time

byleth reads a work of fiction for the first time ever. it's a horror story. she did not like it. edelgard reads her something nicer.

edelgard gets byleth to pose for a portrait and shows it to her

byleth has to give a speech at a big event and is a nervous wreck. edelgard has been waiting all her life for this coaching opportunity

edelgard tries to teach byleth how to draw (she is very bad at it)

byleth cannot for the life of her figure out which fork is used for what purpose at this fancy dinner. edelgard covers for her

edelgard goes all out to celebrate byleth's birthday on the day byleth thought was (read: randomly chose as) her birthday, not her actual birthday; byleth doesn't have the heart to tell her

byleth brings edelgard various souvenirs from her travels around the country. edelgard tries not to be so soft over it, even though they're… not all hits

edelgard attempts to make dinner and botches it beyond salvation. they get takeout.

byleth will not shut up about this cute house she saw when she was out on a mission and how nice it would be for them to "have something like it one day." edelgard arranges to buy the place

edelgard sees byleth in a dress uniform and cannot stop swooning

byleth is being relentlessly pursued by a suitor who won't take a hint and edelgard challenges the idiot to a duel

edelgard decides she will learn to swim. it goes poorly, to say the least, but she manages in the end. as it turns out, getting to see byleth in a swimsuit is a good motivator

byleth gets caught kissing edelgard by hubert. the resulting conversation is unpleasant for everyone. ferdinand, meanwhile, is overjoyed

edelgard is having a terrible, horrible, no-good very bad day. she chews byleth out over nothing and immediately feels awful about it. byleth forces her to take the rest of the day off to chill

byleth is going away for a month-long mission. both girls are inconsolable. they write each other letters literally every day.

edelgard really puts somebody on blast in a council meeting. byleth gets stars in her eyes

byleth concocts a very, very elaborate story about some kind of summit in faerghus; she and edelgard leave enbarr for two weeks to attend. surprise: there's no summit, it's a spa retreat

edelgard arranges a "normal date" where they go out in town in disguise and do very boring things like run errands, look at furniture, buy socks, etc.

doropetra-edeleth double date

[veeparkersstuff]

"It's me! Your ol' buddy bunny Bonnie here!

Oh wait! You're not my buddy! Guess you need to die then.

Sorry, it's just how it goes" - Jin as Bonnie the Bunny🎸

🐰BTS as Five Nights At Freddy's characters according to ChatGPT🐰

(Like or reblog, don't repost pls💜)

[valstarsandgalaxies]

Last line tag

Thank you so much for the tag @rangerelizabeth !! This is from chapter 5 of my Black hole fic. Actually Elizabeth called it like that one time and then i just stuck with it, cause honestly what was i thinking picking such a long name for a fic lol. (Black hole that fell in love with the Sun, yeah, yeah, i know).

Suddenly it's hard to breathe and his world colapses. Gale loves him. Gale loves him back. His mind is such a mess, he doesn't really feel anything except for the weird mixture of joy and sadness at the things Gale wrote. This letter, it probably makes things even worse. Now he knows how Gale feels and it feels like too much. Like a too precious information for his damaged soul. There's no coming back now. He knows and he'll never forget, he'll never forget seeing those words on that paper. Maybe he'll hear them someday too. But probably not, that would make things even more real, even more scary, it'd ruin both of them.

You know what, I'll be bold today and I'll tag someone I don't really know (we aren't mutuals). Feeling pretty brave now, don't know how long that will last, but here we go i guess. @heretoobsessstuff (so sorry, we actually are mutuals, but I've never tagged you anywhere, so hello!) @skyphloxx @air-exec @euph0riacc

[deep-sea-gigantinism]

i need to teach myself how to draw just so i can draw scenes from my own fanfics because i think about this one in particular 24/7

[bluemantics]

Ring, a small bell tinkled, signaling the entrance of someone into the bar.

“We’re closed,” Lance called from behind the bar, rubbing it down with a cloth. Cream-colored towel smoothed alcohol stains off of the deep mahogany, and Lance stepped back for a moment to take a break and admire his work.

“Do I not get an exception?” a thick western accent drawled. Lance’s head snapped up, eyes wide.

“Keith,” he murmured. There he stood, just in front of the door, his whole outfit white and black save for his red boots. Lance loved those. They were proof that Keith could be sentimental, if anything.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Lance said into the silence. He couldn’t help but notice the contrast between his accent and Keith’s, the irony of him telling Keith to leave. “It’s not safe, Red.”

“Pfft.” Keith sidled up to the bar, a dangerous gleam in his deep purple eyes. Lance shuddered. “Since when has danger ever stopped me… or you, apparently?”

Lance froze, halfway turned to clean up the back wall. “Sorry, what do you mean?”

Keith reached over the bar to grab himself a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass, staring at it and swirling it under his palm, gaze now turned down to the drink instead of Lance.

“What would the people of this sweet ol’ town say if they knew that their kindly bartender was not just hangin’ round with the fearsome outlaw Red, but was an outlaw himself?” Keith quickly looked up to see Lance, expression flint, waiting for the other foot to drop. “Ain’t that right, Blueshot?”

BANG.

Keith stumbled back, hands scrabbling for purchase in his coats, but Lance hopped over the bar in a smooth motion and grabbed his collar. He quickly shoved Keith back to the wall, pressing his back to the dark blue paint. Keith’s hands came up.

“That,” Lance hissed, pointing to the hole in the wall next to Keith’s head. “Was a warning shot, got that? I’m living a fine life right now, alright sweet cheeks? Don’t need anyone screwin’ that up for me. We clear?”

They were barely an inch apart. Lance’s measures breath mingled with Keith’s fast panting, but despite Keith’s obvious distress Lance stayed stock still. Keith’s eyes snapped to the pearl-handled revolver in Lance’s left hand.

He’d shot that with his left hand.

“Fuck, fuck,” Keith huffed. “Yeah. We clear, Blue, just get off, Jesus Christ.”

Lance just hummed, looking down at Keith with an expression he’d never seen on the previously peaceful bartender.

“I dunno,” he purred. “I kind of like you like this.”

Keith’s jaw dropped, failing to form a coherent word.

After a far-too-long (short?) pause, Lance pushed away from him. The gun vanished somewhere at his side. Keith came away from the wall, collecting himself.

“So now what?” Keith demanded, rubbing at his collar.

“Now,” Lance said easily, rolling up his sleeves to clean up more. “Maybe I’ll let you come back if you keep it a goddamn secret. And maybe I’ll see you around more now that we got somethin’ in common. That is, if you don’t get caught.”

Keith looked down to his forearm. A blazing symbol was on his skin, right below his elbow, a… V, just like his own but in blue.

“Alright.”

“Now get out of the bar, Kogane.”

[swimmingdeepbelow]

Wish me luck, oh elders.... I was a Wattpad fnaf and creepypasta kid and I ain't unfamiliar with its existance, but I felt like reading some nonsense, so I have Officially opened ao3 for the very first time outside of looking at something my ex made.

I'll be okay, but whooooo... Its been a while! Will update. If you know any good fnaf fics especially some old ones, let me know!

[hb-writes]

" you overdosed on snow do you realise that you almost died " with tommy and clara

“You overdosed on snow. Do you realize that you almost died?” Clara hissed the words into the telephone receiver from her hiding spot hunched behind her brother’s desk, the bright moonlight spilling across the darkened room.

“It wasn’t an overdose,” was the only response that came from Finn’s end of the line, so nonchalant, so easy, but Clara had been there…she had seen it all—the sweating, the vomiting, the delirium. 

“Go back to sleep, Clara,” Finn said when his sister didn’t answer, just the sound of them breathing back and forth over the line. “And just keep all this to yourself, yeah?” 

Clara mumbled something—some sort of agreement—before her brother hung up and she leaned the phone against her forehead as she willed her watering eyes to wizen, willed her sudden sniffling to lessen. 

“Who was that on the phone?” Tommy asked, and Clara pulled herself to her knees, looking over the desk to find her older brother standing there, hands in his pockets as he waited for his sister’s response, both of them knowing that if she didn’t tell him he’d simply have to ask Maggie down at the exchange.

[atissi]

bloggers who can't shut up are like the foundation of any fandom experience

[konodimada]

More thoughts on Bruabba no one is surprised but I’m obsessed with the fanfics that portray Bucciarati as reluctant to enter into a relationship with Abbachio because he’s technically kind of Abbachio’s boss. Not because it would be an issue if they broke up, not because of anything reasonable, just the optics of dating someone who is technically his subordinate. Like is Passione’s Head Mafioso of Human Resources gonna call them into his office? Have a talk about office romances and power dynamics? Gonna make them take one of those two hour HR courses? It’s up there with “Bruno does paperwork” for me as a fanfic trope.

[veeparkersstuff]

"I can't run like I used to, but i can pull myself apart just fine!" - Yoongi as Foxy the Pirate🏴‍☠️

❤️BTS as Five Nights At Freddy's characters according to ChatGPT❤️

(Like or reblog, don't repost pls🦜)

[drowsystarlight]

Heartbeat Chapter 4 (photo archive); you can read the fic here! 

Didn’t feel great today . Everything sucked and I felt like all my creations Also sucked . So me, being the stubborn person that I am, kept creating out of spite (and finally moved forward with one of my many personal projects)

[nerdy-catfish]

Hey I don’t know anything about Red dead or the bonding one but they sound interesting! also feel free to take the Tolkien OC Week one as my choice instead

Well thanks for asking about it despite not knowing the source material ^^

No one had noticed him, as usual. In fact he somehow managed to relax so much, staring into the fire with the lukewarm beer in his hand, that he didn’t notice Arthur slinking his own way over to the fire until he sat down suddenly on the stool across from him and made Kieran jump about a foot in the air.

Arthur ropes Kieran off his horse, kidnaps him, threatens to break his bones and/or kill him on multiple occasions, and can't manage to greet him three times in a day without insulting him at least twice, and yet the fandom collectively said "But what if they were friends?" and I'm so on board with that 😊

[shapeshiftinterest]

Flirting With Authority: sun x moon x monty

chica dares monty to get a date with the next person to walk by, thinking it’ll be a security staffbot.

it is not a security staffbot.

some dialogue based pics 2 and 3 from THIS post by @jellazticious

the glamrocks are animatronics, sun and moon are human

i had a hard time trying to decide if i wanted them all robots or some of them human or some of them as hybrids

glittergolf valentines event

prompt mix:

day 1: dares

day 5: flirting

day 7: pick up lines

story under the read more

Flirting With Authority (also on ao3)

“Ok, ok,” Chica laughed, shoving the other animatronic’s shoulder.

It was her turn to help patrol the plex, and she’d asked Monty to join so she wouldn’t get bored. The two were taking a breather near Kid’s Cove and had decided on giving each other silly dares.

“I dare you toooooo,” Chica stuck her tongue out and thought for a bit.

“OH!” She did a giddy little dance. “I dare you to flirt with the next person who walks by!”

“Awe, what,” Monty grinned, bumping her with his arm. “You tryin’ ta set me up with a staffbot, miss missy?”

She giggled, covering her beak with her hand. “Maaaaybe. So do you accept the dare or not, gator boy?”

“Fine, fine. I accept.”

The two leaned against a wall and waited.

Soft footfalls pinged their sensors and the Glamrocks looked up...

...to see one of the newly assigned Daycare Attendants dressed in a security guard uniform.

Fuck.

“All cle-HOLY FUCK!” Moon fumbled, almost dropping his flashlight when he saw the light reflecting off Monty’s shades.

Monty looked around and growled when he saw Chica hiding behind a pillar, giving him a thumbs up. Traitor!

“‘Moony? Moony! What’s wrong, do you need back up?!?” Sun’s voice crackled from Moon’s walkie talkie.

“I- Everything’s fine, Sunny. Just didn’t see one of the Glams in the dark,” Moon responded, eyeing the gator a few feet away.

“You’re with a Glam?!? Is it Roxy? Oh oh, or maybe it’s-”

“It’s Monty, Sun.”

Sun started spewing out questions so fast Moon had to mute him before turning back to the gator. “Please excuse my partner, he’s a big fan of the Glamrocks.”

Monty shrugged. “No biggie.”

“Anyways, isn’t it Chica’s turn for patrol? I think you might be lost,” the human joked, grinning.

Remembering the dare, Monty flipped his sunglasses up to smirk at the other. “Damn right, I’m totally lost in your eyes, cher.”

Moon froze. “...Wut.”

Monty tucked a claw under their chin and tilted Moon’s face upwards. His sensors told him the other’s pulse had jumped, and sure it could’ve been from being wary of his claws but Monty chose to believe it was from his good looks.

“If y’got a map to yer heart I’d be mighty grateful.”

Finally gathering his wits, the Daycare Attendant turned part time security guard put a hand on Monty’s wrist and smirked at him as he lightly pushed it away.

“Y’know, when I said Sun was my partner, I didn’t mean just as a job partner or roommate.”

Monty’s eyes widened, and if robots could flush he’d be doing it right about now. The human might not be able to, but Monty could hear his feathered friend snort from behind her pillar and try to stifle her giggles. Oh she was gonna get it later.

“I- uh, fuck. S-sorry, I didn’t mean ta, ya know-.” Ah yes, truly the gator was the epitome of a smooth talker.

Moon snickered and tapped his flashlight against the metal chest plate. “It’s fine,” he said. “It was a good try, call us sometime when it’s your turn to patrol.”

"Us?”

“Sunny’s not the only one who’s a fan of the Glams,” Moon winked, already walking away with a wave. “We’re a package deal. And I see you, Chica!”

Said chicken squawked, hurrying over to the gator and laughing. “I think that worked out pretty well, right Monty?”

He rolled his eyes and smooshed her face away. “Don’t get cheeky with me, lil lady. This’s yer fault.”

“My fault that you have 2 dates and both their numbers?”

“Huh?” Monty looked at the arm Moon had grabbed and saw a business card, the bottom stuck to the metal with double sided tape. “How??”

Chica yoinked the card and sprinted down the hall, laughing all the way.

“CHICA!!” Monty yelled, stomping after her.

[raksh-writes]

Gosh, Im being such a lazy ass today, with finals just around the corner and an off day to get stuff done and instead I just wanna play Skyrim ffs...

[slimeclimbtime]

you guys ever sit there and think "wow. im writing fanfics of real men." like does that ever just. swim through your mind and you kinda think "hey maybe what im doing is fucked up and weird"