Poptart Stories

A Book of Mormon fanfic- Churchtarts and McPriceley! Chris Thomas has just discovered a nifty little thing called 'Social Media', and is updating his twitter everyday while he and his boyfriend James Church head to Orlando for James's work. Chris can't wait, he's been planning so much fun for them to have, and they even planned to meet up with his newly wedded bestie, Connor and his husband, Kevin. But things don't exactly go Chris's way...

"No, it's not like that. I know you won't believe me, so I had to go somewhere safe to show you." He reaches out to hold my hand, but a mix of suspicion and anxiety is tugging at my instincts. I take a step back out of his reach. I scan the woods around me, but there is no way I'd find my way out if I ran for it. Dense forestry limits my line of sight to just a few feet. "My god, just tell me already!" My body goes into panic mode as his facial expression darkens. His eyes never leave mine as his breaths become more and more ragged. One question is in my mind. Am I going to die? After a tense minute goes by, he breaks his gaze from mine. I can tell that he had made a decision from the determination in his eyes. The forest is silent as he holds his breath before finally speaking. "Please, don't freak out. Just stay right there and don't move. I'm telling you in advance that I'm sorry." He stands a few feet away from me and starts pulling off his shirt. His six pack looks so sexy on him, but the red flags in my mind go off when he takes off his shorts too and throws them into a pile. "What the Hell are you-" His. Bones. Started. Bending. Fur sprouted out of every inch of his morphing body. Fear rippled through me as this looked a lot like an exorcism. I couldn't watch so I covered my eyes with the palms of my hands. Chills raced through my body and I could feel myself start to shut down. The area felt silent, and I couldn't move. I was frozen with my eyes crammed shut and my fingernails digging into my own face. I realized I wasn't breathing. My instincts took over and I started to scramble backwards to get away from whatever just happened, but my legs gave out as I fought to stay conscious. My hands flew down to catch my fall, my eyes flew open uncontrollably. Silver sat on his hind legs in front of me. Tyrus is gone. It just clicked.

❝you're my king and i'm your lionheart❞ She was so determined to be brave, that she became it; and he loved it. ♔ [ thor ]

This is not a story

this is a joke so I don't recommend to read this 😂 ~~•~~ you were sat in the café, sipping (f/d) when a loud crash outside interruped you. Many other demons had the same urge to check the windows. You walked over to it, a little anxious but also irresistibly curious, you peered over the ledge, and what you next saw.. it shocked you. ~~•~~ y/n - your name e/c - eye colour h/c - hair colour etc THIS BOOK CONTAINS SWEARING AND KISSING, I DONT FEEL LIKE ADDING ANY "SMUT". unless passionately kissing is smut? yeah- I'm not good with these terms 😭

i will update this when i'm high and i'm a potato

poptarts are bas

•They all have the weirdest life in the world and this Jeff The Killer is addicted to Pop Tarts because he never had them as a child... I know what you're thinking... WTF IS WRONG WITH JEFF THE KILLER NEVER HAVING A MOTHER FUCKING DELICIOUS POP TART? DID HE HAVE NOTHING TO LIVE FOR AND JUST MISSED THE MOST AMAZING THING IN THE WORLD? DAMMIT HE HAD MISSED SOME FUCKING GOOD BREAKFAST TIME HASN'T HE?•

Just things about me and what I really see in life. Don't judge me. WARNING:Cussing (bad language)

BILLY is a fat lard with problems. His mommee tells him that he can no longer eat poptarts. so he cries.

In which taehyung ends up illustrating jungkook's next picture book after sort of stalking him . Also poptarts

This is my tale of when I came to this miserable realm. With lots of whining to my father, Thor. I very much dislike my father and must learn to be "unselfish and obedient."

I mean it's just a random thing I made about Teen Titans, even though I don't really like the show ,_,

Sorry i haven't published in forever and through the years is on its way but this was one i wanted to write forever ago. Have fun. I own nothing

Ell, an incredibly self-conscious transmasculine dude, explores life outside of 419 A Turndale. The subway platforms hold secrets, that he has sworn to keep to himself, but he is willing to negotiate.

After the accident, everything changed and almost everything was lost. Can Riddick ever take back his life? His Identity? Will Chance- a very unexpected friend- save Riddick from the pain, or will it be the other way around? Everyone just needs a chance.