Dreams In Time

“I didn’t want to be your partner Sinclair, just my luck I suppose that we were put together. I’m deathly allergic to color and suspect that I would go into anaphylactic shock upon touching you.” Enid blinks. “Right…Um I’ll see you later I guess.” “I hope not,” Wednesday mutters before eyeing something behind Enid. “One of your campers is on fire.” OR Enid just wants to win capture the flag and enjoy her summer. Wednesday just wants her to get off her back about cheating.

How Matt's trailer got tilted.

A story I've had in my head for a while now. I grew discoraged when I lost my HDD containing a draft of this story and had a very 'it will never be as good as I had it before' attitude. But here's my second attempt. About a girl who participates in a drug trial for some extra cash and ends up as human cattle for her troubles.

Gaston said nothing. His head just seemed to sink deeper in the pillow. LeFou stood there for a moment, saying nothing, either. What else was there to say, anyway? Ask, “What about you, do you love me?”

"Please," Yuuri whispered, "Please, please be positive..." (Or, Yuuri and Viktor are struggling to have a child.)

markhyuck drabbles & other stuff not proper enough to be fics.

The Mist has been gone for almost a full year, and the attitudes of mortals are ... just as you would expect it. a story told through social media - or - The Mist has mysteriously disappeared, leaving the world of Greek mythology exposed to the world. Join the demigods in 2024 as they balance living their lives with the pressure from scared/confused mortals and the U.S. government.

Historia is the seemingly perfect daughter of a wealthy noble family; Ymir, a poor woman, works in the stables on their estate. The two of them think little of each other, until one night when Ymir finds Historia sneaking out of her bedroom window.

Spock’s left outside in the rain.

"I'm cold." She states, moving forward and sliding her hands through Louis' hair. She presses her body forward so that her tits are just touching Louis', and then she leans in to kiss her, letting her tongue slip into Louis' mouth as soon as the other girl allows her. She pulls back and scrunches her face up. "You're colder." [Or the one where Harry's warm and cuddly and Louis buys treats just because]

"“She kissed me, Daddy.” Louis blubbered incomprehensibly through his tears, tears streaming at an even faster pace as he let out a sad whimper. “I saw, baby. It just means that she likes you.” Harry soothed, squeezing the miserable baby in his arms comfortingly. Louis shook his head vehemently, lifting it slightly from where he’d stuffed it into the crook of his neck. “No, Daddy! Kisses are for people you love, like, like people you wanna marry.”"

The title says it all.

Dan's an easy target- young, weak, starved of love, and Phil's been watching him for a while anyways. Taking on Dan's case may prove to be a fatal flaw. Updates Tuesdays Based off of "Bad Things" by Machine Gun Kelly

"A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson Heroes are made, not born. It's a lesson Shepard learns the hard way.

She leans against him, pressing her chest to his back, and watches over his shoulder as he adds dimension and shadow with practiced precision. He smells like Zayn--cigarettes and cardamom and a little cologne--but he smells like her, too, because the only soap in the shower is Perrie’s pomegranate body wash. She nuzzles his neck and he tilts his head a little, allowing it even as he keeps drawing. Perrie wonders if he tastes as good as he smells, and then she’s kissing him right there at the soft junction of his neck and his shoulder. Just quick, soft kisses at first, but then she decides to see exactly what it will take to get Zayn to stop drawing.

Batman doesn't use a lot of words. Brucie does. But what about the man inbetween?

"Yuuri, I love you more than anything in the world, but I'm not going to stand here and watch you destroy yourself."-----------------------------------What Viktor knows is only the beginning, whilst Yuuri isn't sure he'll make it to the end.Witness the two of them battle their way through mental illness, addiction and adoration, as well as trying to maintain a stable relationship.The clock is ticking. Which one of them will be the first to snap?-----------------------------------Trigger warning: I gotta be honest it's literally fucking everything lolol-----------------------------------Uploading a fic from wattpad onto this website, so if you see it on the app don't freak out - both stories are mine! It's pretty shit, but hey, it's the first commitment to finishing a story that I've actually made, so you might as well stay along for the ride. :)-----------

Rin, a bored University student, lives alone until he rescues a little silver kitten. But it isn't a normal kitten. It is a Bakeneko, a cat demon with the ability to take human form. A demon also known to kill and eat people. Something compels him to keep the little monster, something he can't explain. As the little demon grows, is Rin raising his own death?

This story is set between Wings of Liberty and Heart of the Swarm, before Kerrigan is re-infested. Both she and Nova reward Raynor for his enduring loyalty.

Just pure sex. That's all this is. 2k words of mercymaker porn. Shoutout to the MercyMaker discord.

A message from Barry leads to Len cutting his business trip short and returning to Central as fast as possible.

Despite being a big fan of animals, TK Strand has never owned one. He’s never had a reason to enter a pet store, until he gets caught in a torrential downpour. Carlos Reyes knows a lot about pet stores. It comes with the territory, considering he works at one. That being said, none of his in-store training ever taught him how to help a beautiful, rain-soaked stranger pick up the aquarium rock display they just knocked over. OR The Tarlos pet store meet-cute.

“I didn't think you even liked girls,” Archie said finally, playing with his paper straw wrapper. “I don't.” Jughead answered, eyes meeting Archie across the lip of his mug. “You don't?” Archie asked, a tiny bit of hopefulness creeping into his voice. “I just like Betty.”

The Dragons had won the war and humanity was enslaved, given as pets and servants to young dragon children. Sherlock had never wanted a pet of his own, and each one given to him was immediately discarded. Of course, when given the choice, Sherlock chooses the most dangerous pet of all: a certain captain by the name of John Watson.

There once was a lead soldier with a crack on his face, who lived under the bed where forgotten toys go. There once was a doll on the upper glass shelf, where fragile things are kept out of reach. There were many things between them: a whole room, a whole shelf, a Shadow that slithered under the bed. And something bigger still, that would allow them to overcome all of it.

“Has the great James Potter never knotted an Omega before?” Regulus sneers down at him, rolling his hips in a way that makes James' back arch. “What? Too busy fucking that Beta girl, Evans?” “N-no,” James gasps, hands flexing in the sheets. “Never… never fucked anyone.” Regulus' hips stop and it takes all James has to bite back the whimper that threatens to leave his throat. “Are you telling me,” the Omega says, slowly. “That you’ve never had sex before, Potter?” He clenches his eyes shut and nods, fingers flexing again into the sheets. He felt like he was going to die if Regulus didn’t start moving his hips again.———Join my discord!