(I probably ended up watching it but still)

I’m Back! ...LOL not really

Finally got a break~! Heeeey I’m back. kinda. not really. Phew, let me just give you guys the explanation:

So you probably saw this:

This is my Stampede Showband uniform. YES. I got into the Calgary Stampede Showband. (Look them up on YOUTUBE they’re super cool XD) So yeah. I’ve been busy with this thing since May~ish and I didn’t expect it but I’ll be busy for the rest of June and the entirety of July (6am/9am - 9pm/11pm)…. Cuz Stampede week and Tour (We’re going to Europe. Come and watch us we’ll be doing parades in the streets XD).

ALSO! I still have end of the year exams; or Diplomas (in CANADIAN) soooo I’m busy studying for those also (Physics will be the death of me I swear)

AAAND then there’s Otafest if you remember from last year. (should be in the tags. look it up if you want) I’m working veeeeery hard on all the merchandise and have no idea if I’ll be able to prepare them all on time but I’m trying my best!

Yeah. I am so very sorry I know I promised I would restart SunDrops in June but my plans have changed… I really want to show all you guys my ideas and wher I want to go with it so I’ll see if I can do that in August.

ANOTHER THING! I’ll be opening commissions, start to upload quickdraws on Youtube, and set up streaming on August. So look forward to it!

Hope y’all have a dandy summer~!

Surprise! I’m your secret skk valentine, @soukoku-writes!!
I suppose this can also count as my gift to you for uploading your first fic~
Guys, please check out Bob’s amazing writing. Here’s her ao3. 
Also, thank you to everyone who participated in the skk valentines exchange!!
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concept: series ends with wedding. after kiss some b-rated disney villain wreaks havoc upon the town. MAJOR eyerolls n shrugs from everyone then emma pulls a sword out from under her dress (magic?) and charges into battle. tired pirate boy just wants to enjoy some cake. camera pans overhead out to the entire group of friends and family watching/cheering/screaming as emma is still charging forward. cut to black. end.

I watched the musical (again) last night and the ending just really fucked me up. In the musical Veronica still loved JD but she can’t because of what they did. In the movie she’s really mad and wants him gone. When JD dies in the movie it’s probably because he feels like nobody loves him anymore and he’s better of dead while in the musical JD trades his life for Veronicas’ and she doesn’t want him to die. That made me really sad. And i’m sad that i’ll probably never see the musical with the original cast on stage.

fake boyfriend fics

When life is hard I read fake boyfriend fics. Like a lot of them. I have read last night’s dress at least 57 times :p

last night’s dress (tiptoe out of this mess) by  hito | 16.7K

TFLN: My dad just asked me if my booty call guy that comes over at 3am and leaves at 6 would like to stay for Sunday brunch next week. You in?

The Newlywed Game by  Captain_Loki | 19.5K

Stiles is (still) single when the pack’s getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles’ unique forms of persuasion.

Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound…and the two roped into competing in the Resort’s version of the Newlywed game. Only it’s completely obvious it’s going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.

Most probably homicide.

Relationship Status: It’s complicated by  kellifer_fic | 4K

Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you’re like, into me?

The Hazards (and Benefits) of Channel-Surfing on Friday Nights by  herbeautifullie | 12.1K

He’s watching TV over the edge of his laptop when Scott brings up the fact that he’s still a lonely loser in his third year of college without a boyfriend which, while being completely true, is really fucking unappreciated. It sparks a desperate need to save what little manhood Stiles has and, before he knows it, he’s blurting, “I totally have a boyfriend, dude. Shows how much you know.”

How was he supposed to know Scott would doubt him? It’s not Stiles’ fault that someone named Derek Hale really exists. It’s also not his fault when his lie grows legs and runs so far he can’t find it until it’s too late – too late and standing right in front of him, gorgeous and annoyed and not at all the person Stiles made him up to be.

Yeah, this could get bad.

For Love is Not Ours to Command by  weathervaanes | 18.5K

Where Derek’s skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles’ dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right.

The Sweetest of Words (Have the Bitterest Taste) by  Omni | 9.9K

Five or so years after the show. Stiles is in college, and finds himself getting stalked by a succubus. Derek’s determined that the best way to thwart her is to prove that he and Stiles are madly in love. It’s not really as much of an act as either seems to think.

No Refunds or Exchanges by  badwolfbadwolf | 18.9K

Stiles is the newest deputy in the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department, and has maybe just been a little in love with Derek Hale since Stiles had made a fool of himself in front of him at the SD summer picnic a few years ago. Being married to him—only for the sake of not getting deported—is going to suck in new and unusual ways.

Operation: Chick Flick by  Inell | 7.3K

Stiles knows agreeing to be Derek’s fake date for Cora’s wedding is the stupidest thing he’s ever done, but it’s a little difficult to say no to the man he’s been in love with for seven years.

only fools rush in by  decideophobia | 13.5K

Is it an imaginary date?

No. I met him in a coffee shop.


This morning. It was love on first sight.

Electricity In the Contact by  ladyblahblah | 27K

In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that’s not what it’s called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he’s not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

do you ever wonder how you ended up on this side of the internet stanning a korean band filled with talented dorks?

slytherin x hufflepuff relationships (date night)

 one of my first themed headcanons!!! requested. female Hufflepuff x male slytherin

I wasn’t actually sure if your submission was a request or something to post, so I added to it a little, hope thats okay!

WARNING: use of swear words

  • hufflepuff nervously waits for slytherin to get home
  • she was almost ready, just had to do her makeup
  • slytherin coming home from work and getting changed
  • “where are we going again?”
  • hufflepuff smiles as she puts on her lipstick, nodding her head as she dances to the music blasting through the speakers of their bathroom “the opera, remember? I got the tickets from work”
  • slytherin, loving high society gatherings, grins as he fishes his tux out from the closet
  • despite being home later, slytherin is ready first
  • hufflepuff probably would have been ready first, if it weren’t for the music she was currently singing and dancing to in front of the mirror
  • slytherin looks up from tying his shoes at the end of the bed, and watches her mouth the lyrics to “out tonight” by rosario dawson as she applies mascara
  • she fishes around in a drawer, trying to find the earrings that would match her dress perfectly
  • she doesnt notice slytherin walking towards the bathroom, his bowtie still undone and leaning against the door frame, his hands in his pockets
  • “FUCK” hufflepuff says in frustration
  • slytherin’s eyebrows shoot upward as he smiles and shakes his head at her
  • he pushes off the door frame with his shoulder and walks to the bedside table on puff’s side of the bed, knowing that she wore the earrings last week to a wedding
  • he silently carries them back to the bathroom and hands them to her
  • she looks at him in surprise because how the fuck did he find them ive been looking for them for ages and stands on her toes to kiss him on the lips
  • soon theyre standing side by side in front of the mirror, slytherin fixing his hair and puff trying to get her earrings in
  • slytherin fixes his tie, smirks at puff who’s still so concentrated on getting the earrings in and rolls his eyes
  • once she’s got them in, and is applying a second layer of lipstick, he heads out of the bathroom, swats her on the butt in the process and reminds her that if she doesnt get her shoes on soon, they’re going to be late
A Game for Those Who Seek to Find a Way to Leave Their World Behind

Summary: In which Dan finds a strange board game and ends up playing it (and releasing its horrors) with his best friend Carrie and arch enemy, Phil.

Word Count: 6.9k

TW: uhh there’s just some kind of horrifying things in there so idk good luck

Genre: angst? i guess? but it’s a happy end it’s like good angst

this is a thing now because i rewatched jumanji today and felt inspired (if you haven’t watched the movie it’s literally amazing you can find it online….. completely….. not illegal… ahem)(you can still read this even if you haven’t watched the movie but it’ll be better if you have probably)

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The Encounter - A Fatal Error fanfic

So I had an idea for a story! I apologize in advance.)


*You pet the dog. Petting capacity is at 50%.

Greater Dog’s tail wagged at incredible speed as Frisk rubbed his belly. It seemed like they couldn’t stop just yet, unless they wanted to hear his incessant whining. Not that that was a problem, of course. Frisk was more than happy to indulge the small dog.

Eventually, Greater Dog yipoed and placed his paw on their hands. It seemed like he wanted them to stop. Frisk complied, then the dog stood back up and hopped into his empty armor headfirst. His tail stuck out from the top as he left the area. Frisk giggled at how goofy it looked. They wiped off the snow from their shorts and started heading back to Snowdin.

As they walked, Frisk admired the sight of all the snowflakes falling from the sky. The trees swayed somehow in a nonexistant breeze, and the occasional passerby would greet them. Even monsters that didn’t recognize Frisk were so nice. Everything about this was just so…peaceful. They hoped it would only get better from here on out…


Frisk jumped, startled by the sudden sound. They looked down and saw no twigs underneath their feet, so why…?

Frisk curved their lips. …It’s probably just Sans. But…why doesn’t he just come out?

“Hello?” Frisk called out. “Is anyone there?”


Frisk squinted their (already tiny) eyes. They could make out some sort of figure, huddled up behind the trees further up ahead.

…But the twig was behind them. How could he have done that?

Frisk didn’t understand much about the Underground yet. Maybe, if they just walked up to him….he could explain?

Frisk took a deep breath, then began to approach who they believed to be the short, pun-loving skeleton. As they got closer, however…he obscured himself just a little more.

But why? Was he afraid of them?

…No, he couldn’t be… Frisk thought. He was the first person I met after I left the Ruins…


Frisk picked up speed. The figure reacted frantically to their approach, making a few shuffling noises in the snow. It wasn’t until Frisk entered the forest that they got a much better view.

…What they saw in front of them, they hadn’t expected at all.

It was Sans, or…it wasn’t? Frisk couldn’t tell. His jacket had been bleached of all color, and several specks of…something surrounded his body. They resembled glitches, and some of the pieces were even detached from his own body. It ended up looking like fragments of his body were missing, or simply floating around him.

But what bothered Frisk the most were his eyes and chest. His eye sockets had no lights in them, and were instead mismatched in shape and color. One was blue (and they swore they could see words inside of it), while the other was bright red and…half-melted. It was uncomfortable to look at those seemingly empty eyes…

…And on Sans’ chest, there was a wide, ghastly cut, extending diagonally across his belly to nearly the top of his shirt. The strange words in his eyes were unmistakably there as well, and his slippers were stained with what looked like blood.

Seeing the cut made Frisk a bit queasy. What could’ve happened to this poor skeleton?

“…Sans?” Frisk whispered, their voice quivering. The skeleton, who hadn’t seemed entirely focused on them before, lifted his head at the mention of the name.

“… yyyou… you aare…”

Frisk winced at the sound of his voice. It sounded so distorted, so broken that they could hardly understand it. And yet…they still could.

…This was all very strange.

“…Frisk,” they replied. “I’m Frisk. We met earlier…didn’t we?”

“…. Dddin’t we?” he mimicked. Frisk was a bit unnerved by that, but they didn’t want to just leave him like this.

“…You aren’t the same skeleton I met. Are you?”

‘Sans’ tilted his head, contemplating the question. Eventually, he shook his head.

“…I see.” Frisk scratched their head, then stared at him hesitantly.

“Then who are you?”

Frisk watched as he reached up for his scarf and clung to it tightly.

“. .. Nnoo one. Jusst passing throughh.”

It was the most coherent sentence they had heard from him so far. Frisk prepared themselves mentally to ask something else.

“…What happened to you?”

The skeleton’s head lowered a little. His grip tightened on the scarf.

“sssomething i lost important to me i lost him”


“nnot here gone why he’s nnot here”

“I-I don’t under-”

“bbbrotherr find him i can’t i can’t WHHERE IS HHE-”


He stopped. He turned his head towards Frisk, who looked a little bit afraid.

“Please, slow down. I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

The skeleton shut his eyes and rubbed his arm. He suddenly felt something warm touching him. He opened one eye and saw it was Frisk, looking up at him with concern.

“Do you…wanna talk about it?”

He abruptly sat down in the snow, shaking his head vigorously. Frisk felt their heart clench at how miserable and lost the skeleton looked.

“…Okay. Can I sit with you, then?”

He shrugged. Frisk took it as a yes, or that he at least didn’t seem to mind. They sat down next to the skeleton and said nothing for a while.

Frisk and the strange skeleton just watched the snow fall.

After a while, Frisk turned their head towards the skeleton.

“…I should probably get going. I can’t stay here forever.”

They smiled, and patted his shoulder. Frisk didn’t know if he liked hugs.

“It was nice to meet you.” Frisk stood up and began to walk towards the end of the forest.

“…… .pppap…yrus……

Frisk paused midstep, then turned around.

”…What was that?“

He twiddled his fingers anxiously and grinned.

”.. . papyyrus. Myy brotherr.… “

Frisk’s mouth opened a little in surprise. ”…Papyrus? So wait…you ARE Sans?“

”…mmyyy papyrruss isss missing lost he’s not gone.. .“

Frisk shook her head. ”…I still don’t understand you. Where is he?“

He clenched his hands into fists. His grin slowly turned into a grimace. ”. …goonneee… . .“

They rubbed their head and looked down, realizing what Sans meant by that single word.

”…Oh. I’m really sorry…“

Frisk was about to say something else when they were cut off abruptly. They couldn’t speak or breath properly all of a sudden. They noticed that several red strings had appeared out of nowhere, and most were wrapped tightly around their body. Trembling, they looked over at the skeleton.

He was grinning again, but it seemed far more sinister than before. Frisk could see tears in his eyes.

“B E C A U S E O F Y O U .”

Xedra’s Notes:

Originally posted by cratermania


I really like your writing style, and your characterization of Fatal! And I really REALLY like how you wrote his dialogue! It was so spot on :’D

So since Kat said, “no relationship leaves unscathed” for 2A I’m seeing all these people on my dash freaking out.

1) Matt said Magnus and Alec end 2A in the honeymoon phase

2) Kat is probably saying this to attract greater interest in people watching the season finale, also while she is aware of what is going on with Malec, she is more focused on her character’s relationships with other people

3) Anyone who thinks Magnus and Alec would break up, especially this early on, it’s ridiculous. Come on, they need to build up the relationship more. They still need to say I love you to each other. They still need to move in together. If they do break them up briefly like in the books (which I’m hoping they will change since the reasons they broke up in the books were basically due to a lack of communication which has been fixed in the show) then it wouldn’t be until way, WAY down the line

4) Magnus and Alec appear to have a fight or disagreement in 2x09, which appears resolved in 2x10 where a fan reported seeing them filming a scene of Magnus and Alec hugging and kissing in front of the Institute

So that’s all I’m going to say on this matter now.

Long Life

Rex is a thirty year old man in a sixty year old body.

But it’s not as simple as that.  Sixty, by galactic standards, even without the best healthcare, really isn’t that old.  Humans often live to be twice that age.

It would be more accurate to say that Rex is a machine with a three month warranty that’s been plugging along for thirty years.

Three months.  That’s how long the kaminoans expected a clone trooper to last in combat.  Six if you were command, but Rex was never intended to be that, the CCs of his legion just didn’t seem to remember they were supposed to outlive him. 

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This is going to sound really weird, but I feel like Yuuri’s walked in on Victor on the toilet more than once. It’s always either because Yuuri’s just not in the habit of knocking for some reason or because Victor forgets to shut the door since he’s still used to living alone, but it just happens, and when it does, Victor usually just looks up from his cellphone in his hand (probably texting Chris like: “lol taking a shit *poop emoji*” “ummm tmi”) and watches while Yuuri frantically stumbles backward, screaming his apologies, only to trip over something (probably his own feet) and end up falling on his back. Then he just lays there in a puddle of shame while Victor giggles his ass off like he’s five.

saemi-the-dreamer  asked:

If you are stil taking request, how about a what if? -What if JD had broken down at the sight of Veronica faking her suicide and takes his gun to shoot himself instead of going to Westerburg to blow it up? Personnally, I'd like a happy ending (even if it is bittersweet) with Veronica succeding in saving him please^^



Once she had visited Martha Dunnstock in the hospital, Veronica Sawyer walked into the Sawyer residence, weighted with guilt. This was all her fault. If she hadn’t given into the Heathers’ pressure and popularity, Martha would probably be all healed and happy and watching rented videos on the couch.

Why did I let this happen? Veronica thought as she opened the door to her house, head hanging down sadly. If I had just said no and let the Heathers torment people themselves. Martha wouldn’t have tried to commit suicide, Heather Chandler might be alive, and so would Kurt and Ram. Maybe JD wouldn’t be so psychotic. This is all my fault. I should be the one on that hospital bed, unconscious and dying. I should be the one in Hell coughing up drain cleaner. I should be the one shot to death with bullets. I should be dead. I should be–

“Where have you been?”

Veronica’s head shot up as her mom ran over and pulled her into an embrace. “We’ve been worried sick,” she said to her, cupping her face. “Your friend JD stopped by. He told us everything.”

Veronica’s stomach tied up in knots at the mention of JD. And the word “friend”, as well. The Sawyers were clueless of what happened. “… Everything?” she croaked out.

“Your depression,” her dad responded. “Your thoughts of suicide.”

Her mom thrust a copy of Moby Dick at her. “He even showed us your copy of Moby Dick.”

Veronica flipped through the pages. A lot of the most depressing parts were highlighted and scribbled with depressing words. In her own handwriting.

The Heather Chandler who was to haunt Veronica for the rest of her life suddenly appeared behind her, peering at the book from Veronica’s shoulder. “He’s got your handwriting down cold,” Heather announced, as if it weren’t obvious already.

Veronica’s mom put her hand on the book. “Please, honey. Talk to us,” she begged. Her brown eyes were filled with concern.

Veronica just turned away from her parents. “You’d never understand,” she said coldly.

“Try me!” Veronica’s mom retorted. She grabbed Veronica’s arm as a nurturing gesture. Veronica wriggled out of her mother’s touch. “I’ve experienced everything you’re going through right now. I know it all seems impossibly dramatic.”

As Veronica kept skimming through the book, Kurt, Ram, and Heather appeared behind her mother. “Guess who’s right down the block?” they asked eerily.

Veronica’s mom kept talking, but Veronica’s heart beat fast as she realized that JD was heading over. Now. She sensed someone trying to climb the outside stairs to her bedroom window.

Guess who’s climbing the stairs?” Kurt, Ram, and Heather chorused.

“… I promise, they’re not,” Mrs. Sawyer continued.

Guess who’s picking your lock?

“You don’t know what my world looks like,” Veronica growled before turning away and running up to her bedroom as fast as she could.

As she tried to find a way to escape or hide from JD, she paced around her room, looking for a place to hide herself in.

You’re crazy,” Kurt, Ram, and Heather jeered. “Are you high on shrooms? Do you actually think you can hide from him? There’s no doubt that you’re done for.

Veronica started looking for something to keep JD from coming through the window. No use. There was nothing in her room.

“Notify next of kin, Veronica. No use trying to keep him out!

Suddenly, Veronica heard her bedroom window click.

Too late! He got in.

Veronica scrambled to her closet, locking the door shut.

“Knock knock!” JD sang creepily as he stepped inside Veronica’s bedroom with his gun in his hand. “Sorry to come in through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know.” But he didn’t sound sorry at all. He closed the bedroom window shut.

“Get out of my house,” Veronica ordered shakily through the closet door.

JD chuckled. “Hiding in the closet? Come on,” he begged, “open the door!”

“No,” Veronica responded. Her voice sounded less shaky and more calm, but she was still scared. “I’ll scream. My parents will call the police.”

JD took no notice of her threat. “All is forgiven, baby! Come on, get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally tonight!”

“What? Why?” Veronica asked, confused. Didn’t JD hate her? Wasn’t he coming up here to kill her?

“Well, our classmates thought they were signing a petition,” JD answered proudly. He took out a piece of paper with various signatures written on it. “But you gotta come out here and see what they really signed!”

It didn’t take a genius to know that whatever they signed, it just contributed to JD’s proud sociopath personality.

“You know, you should be dead for chucking me out like trash,” JD started to say, attempting to get Veronica out. “But I had a better idea. What if high school went away instead?”

As he continued to beg for her forgiveness and explained his plan to plant a bomb inside Westerburg High and make it look like a mass suicide, Veronica looked around her cramped closet for something to drive JD away. She came across a long bedsheet. Perfect.

“We were meant to be one, Veronica!” JD continued. “I can’t do this alone! Come on out, and let’s finish what we begun!”

No answer.

“VERONICA!” he yelled. He lowered his voice to a frighteningly calmer tone. “Open the door, please. Open the door.”

No response.

“Veronica!” he said again, still calm. “Can we stop fighting? Please?”

Still nothing.

He sighed. “Look, I know you’re scared. I’ve been there. But I can set you free!”

Nothing. JD was starting to get impatient. And impatient plus JD equaled one thing.


“Veronica!” he shouted. His tranquility was starting to break. “Don’t make me come in there!” he threatened.


“I’m gonna count to three!” he warned. “One.”




“FUCK IT!” he screamed as he kicked down the door, only to see Veronica hanging from her impromptu bedroom noose.

JD suddenly fell to his knees, stunned and heartbroken. The only girl he had ever loved was hanging dead right in front of him, all because of him. “Oh… God… no…” he whispered. A single tear rolled down his cheek. “Veronica… Please don’t leave me alone… you were all I can trust…”

Suddenly, his motivation to get rid of all his classmates was gone. He was doing this all so he and Veronica could be together, and now the only place they could be together was…


“I’m so sorry, Veronica,” he sobbed as he brought himself up. “I wanted to do this for you. I’m so sorry.” He put the gun to his head and put his thumb on the trigger. “This was all for you, but if this is what you wanted…”

Out of nowhere, Veronica screamed, “NO!”

She untangled herself from her noose, ran over to JD and smacked the gun out of his hand. “No, no, please don’t,” she begged softly, taking his wrists. “I’m so sorry, I just wanted you to stop.”

“Veronica…” JD wriggled his wrists out of Veronica’s grasp to cup her face with his hand. “I’m sorry, this was all for you. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He pulled her into a hug and whispered apologies into her neck. Veronica felt his tears against her skin.

“Please, just stop killing people…” she begged quietly. “Please. For me.”

JD nodded, pulling back from Veronica. He kissed her forehead. “For you. Just for you.”

He held her close. “I worship you…” he muttered. “I’ll do anything for you. If you want me to stop murdering people, I will. I promise.”

With that, Veronica pulled away from him and kissed him softly, still crying. “Let’s just be seventeen, okay?” she asked against his lips.

JD nodded in agreement, this time, meaning it.

Veronica smiled, sniffling and wiping JD’s tears away from his cheeks. “Now, let’s just ditch the pep rally and go bowling. What do you say?”

JD laughed softly. “I think that’s a good idea. Can we stop by 7-Eleven first?”

“Well…” Veronica pretended to think about it. “Will you finally buy me a Big Gulp?”

JD groaned. “You’re defeating the purpose of 7-Eleven,” he teased playfully. But then he smirked. “Fine.”

Then he took her hand and they walked out of the house.

And in the words of Heather Chandler: “And they lived happily ever after.”


#remember at some point Lex was genuinely Clark’s best friend #he was someone who Clark went to for advice #he was someone who Clark constantly defended despite his last name “Luthor” #they both saved each other multiple times #and fuck i’m seeing some parallels in Supergirl #they both start of as friends #Lena and Lex at some point just wanted their parents to love and accept them #they both betrayed their parents in the end #point is i think we’re all hoping Lena doesnt turn bad #and we’re probably thinking “eh, she betrayed CADMUS” #she’s good #but look at lex #he still ended up as superman’s arch nemesis #AND I SWEAR TO RAO IF THEY TURN LENA BAD #i’ll cry

this isn’t even necessarily about shipping ok?


Drabble game request: Yoongi + “How could I ever forget about you" + Angst | for anon

Character / Genre: Yoongi x reader | parenthood!au, angst 

Word count: 1,562 words

Part 1/ReflectionsPart 2/FlashlightsPart 3/Pathways ⇎ Part 4/Shadows

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12.05.17 || Happy 34th birthday, Domhnall!

Any mistakes I made probably had to be made, to learn from them. I think often you have to make the mistake yourself, to really learn it. But the advice I would offer myself, is you know try to get to bed on time, it would be pretty straightforward stuff. But even then, you’d still end up staying up late, and watching crap on Netflix, so any lesson you tell yourself you might not learn from until you make the mistake.

I’m Not a Kid: Part 2

I’m Not a Kid

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: smut, dirty talk

Another part was requested by anon (anon let me know if you like it.) I wasn’t sure if I was going to do it but then I couldn’t stop thinking about office sex with Jungkook. Anyway, I listened to TIO by Zayn while writhing this ;) 

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It had been a week since you’d seen Jungkook. You’d forgotten that his father had a business trip and wanted Jungkook to come with him so he see the ropes of the family business.

They were in Australia and wouldn’t be back until Monday. You’d gone all week and weekend thinking about Jungkook. It was Sunday night and here you were again, nervous and thinking about seeing him tomorrow. You were sitting in the living room with your roommate trying to focus on a movie while eating dinner but you couldn’t.

As soon as you got home Friday night you woke her up and told her what you had done. You were still on a high from Jungkook fucking you but you knew you were going to regret it in the morning, and boy did you, at first. You couldn’t believe that you had let the your boss’s 20 year old son fuck the shit out of you in a restroom at a nightclub, but as days went by with no sign of Jungkook, no flirting, no touches, no lingering looks, no singing of your name your thoughts became consumed of him.

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Hannibalwriters’ Alternative Universe #FannibalFicRecs

This is one of the most challenging thing I’ve ever done for this fandom; there are so many Alternative Universe stories, some of them are so different from the canonical Vampire AU which every fandom has to offer. I think I’d want to reward the originality, in this case. I tried to organize my reccs in a sort of “alphabetic” order.
I didn’t rec the same author twice: I choose only one work per writer, but this doesn’t mean that the one is their best work, their only Alternative Universe or their only work worth reading; on the contrary! This is supposed to encourage the diffusion of different perspective of the same Universe!

Animal Alternative Universe: The One Where Hannibal is a Cat by @coloredink

Summary: Specifically, he’s Alana’s cat. And Graham is Jack’s dog. They meet. That’s it. That’s the story.

  • General Audiences
  • No Archive Warnings Apply
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Alana Bloom, Jack Crawford

Generally Animal AUs tend to antropomorphize the characters involved, partly keeping human traits; in this one that’s not the case. This is an interesting asexual interaction between two animals that don’t need to partake the same specie to fluently interact with one another.

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics: Mise en Place by @thehoyden

Summary: Pre-heat left him short-tempered and irritable, even worse than usual, but Hannibal had lingered in his office doorway and said, “Come along, Will. No reason to grade on an empty stomach.”

  • Explicit
  • No Archive Warnings Apply
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham; Hannigraham

Of all the A/B/O I could think about, this one strikes me because it permeates the biological aspect so typical of this genre; I’m not even sure I can consider A/B/O an Alternative Universe, and I’d have gladly chose at least one Omega/Omega and one Alpha/Alpha if I could, but there’s always @hannigram-a-b-o-library to thoroughtly look into the matter.

Birds Alternative Universe: Black Swan by @genufa (Warning: still ongoing!)

Summary: “Don’t say Hannibal,” said Beverly. “I’m saying Hannibal,” Will said. Beverly slumped back in the passenger seat, throwing up her hands. “Swans defend territory, Will! They don’t travel! We’re not talking Garrett Jacob Hobbs killing girls in five states, here!”

  • Teen and Up Audiences
  • No Archive Warnings Apply
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Beverly Katz, Brian Zeller, Jimmy Price, Bedelia Du Maurier, Jack Crawford, Mason Verger, Frederick Chilton, Leonard Brauer, Chiyoh; Hannigraham, Marlana

Despite the status of this story, I deem important to include this in the Alternative Universes that this fandom has to offer: the writer takes inspiration from the story of an aggressive swan to recreate his relationship with his momentary attentive and confused keeper, but the magical component renders this work original and worth waiting for the next chapter every time.

Guardian Angels Alternative Universe: Chapter 44 of Eggs in a Basket by @granpappy-winchester

Summary: Guardian Angel AU, where Hannibal and Will are guardian angels whose paths cross on occasion and who have different approaches when it comes to their charges.

  • Teen and Up Audiences
  • No Archive Warnings Apply
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Abigail Hobbs, Garret Jacob Hobbs; Hannigraham

It has been so difficult to decide which one of this serie of one-shots to include in this post, but I ended up choosing the one where Will and Hannibal have a philosophical discussion on the meaning of being seen and understood by your beloved; I suggest to read all of them, but this one was particularly well done in my opinion.

Horror Alternative Universe: Fais Do-Do by @moku-youbi

Summary: Will finds himself in need of staying at a comfortable and suspiciously remote bed and breakfast. He doesn’t know that its manager is reluctant to let him leave. (I took the liberty to provide one)

  • Explicit
  • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Mischa Lecter, Jack Crawford; Hannigraham

This is not a typical romantic setting; it makes the skin crawls during the reading, but stopping is impossible until the story is finished. As the reader, Will has no idea of what’s appening until it’s too late but, as the saying goes, it takes one to catch one.

Mall Alternative Universe: Make the Yule-tide Gay by @destinyawakened and an orphan account

Summary: What if Hannibal Lecter was Santa and Will Graham was a Mall Cop? Would Christmas still blow white?

  • Explicit
  • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham; Hannigraham

This whole serie is completely out of every possible projection of the canon Universe, but let’s start from the beginning. Will and Hannibal share the same working environment and a certain propencity for unorthodox festivity celebrations.

Multiple Personality Alternative Universe: Multiplicy (serie) by Not_You

Summary: The one where Hannibal is multiple, not (very) murderous or cannibalistic, and all five of him love Will Graham.

  • Explicit
  • No Archive Warnings Apply
  • Hannibal Lecter, but there are a lot of them, Will Graham; Hannigraham

In perfect agreement with this writer’s style, this work has a certain sweetness that permeates Will Graham and his life; Hannibal and his disparate selves show how difficult it can be to room with more than one personality and getting romantically involved at the same time, with every one of them.

Pianist Alternative Universe: Unchained melody by @mazephoenix

Summary: Will is a concert pianist who’s retired after an ordeal. His biggest fan comes to offer some comfort.

  • Mature
  • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham; Hannigraham

As so many of the stories this writer created, this work is synthetic but meaningful; the setting recreates a casual encounter between Will and Hannibal in a bar, which evolves in the beginning of their becoming. This is not the only one story I’d suggest of this author, even if I understand their style is peculiar; I enjoy it very much, anyway.

Pokemon Alternative Universe: Chapter 16 of Tasting Flights: Hannibal Drabbles by @unicornmagic

Summary: By request from soundingonlyatnightasyousleep, who wanted a Pokemon AU.

  • General Audiences
  • No Archive Warnings Apply
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Jack Crawford; Hannigraham

No matter how short this story is, no matter the fact that this writer is talented and came up with works more elaborated than this one, no matter why they did it, no one made an Alterative Universe just as perfect. I fell in love with it. There’s no way I’m recc’ing something else, not for this post. But you should take a look at the rest, because there’s a whole word of words behind that AO3 account.

Pornstars Alternative Universe: Literally Speaking by @halotolerant (Warning: still ongoing!)

Summary: So someone prompted me with: ‘could you write some old-fashioned 'Will getting his prostate stimulated for the first time and going completely out of his mind’ porn? Please? And I took that and ran with it and wrote 'Will getting his prostate stimulated IN porn AS as a porn actor’…

  • Explicit
  • No Archive Warnings Apply
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham; Hannigraham

This probably started as the classic story of two pornstars ending up with one another, which is what at the time I wanted to read, but then it completely derailed into this perfeclty fitting Alternative Universe where Will is not only getting the abovementioned prostate stimulation, but also some of his personal tragic events of the first serie; this fic made me realize just how sorrowful the encephalis should have been, more than the show itself did.

Post-Apocalypse Alternative Universe: some say in ice by peppermintquartz

Summary: The end of the world came suddenly.

  • General Audiences
  • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Will Graham’s dog; Hannigraham

This is beautiful in the sort of hannibalesque way that could lead the intere evolution of Will Graham in a fanfiction instead of three slow burning series: Will has to face the fact that life can suddenly change and moral could slow down his escalating evolution. It’s a cold story, made of snow and estinguishing fire in the chimney, and the writer uses a cold style, where taking a hand in your own can warm you up more than the sun.

Professional Killer Alternative Universe: Cu Sith by @slqtherin

Summary: Verger hires Will Graham, a professional killer, to murder Doctor Hannibal Lecter. Will gets a date with a serial killer instead.

  • Explicit
  • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Will Graham’s dog; Hannigraham

Will is equally frustrated and exasperated by his target, and that’s probably the reason why he wants to shoot in his mouth right after their first banter; fortunately that’s not the case. He hopes to profite from the occasion, but things don’t end the way either he nor Hannibal predicted. But you need to read also the sequel to reach this part.

Role Reversal Alternative Universe: Sleeping in the Knife Drawer by @emungere

Summary: Hannibal’s an FBI agent. Will’s a serial killer. He still has a lot of dogs and dislikes being sociable. Hannibal still wants to wind him up and watch him go.

  • Teen and Up Audiences
  • No Archive Warnings Apply
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Jack Crawford

In the remote possibility that Will finds the FBI Agent Lecter interesting, he would take much pleasure in not showing him he’s intrigued. That’s what happens in this story, or at least that’s how I see it, because Will probably wants to push away him, for their own good, playing the aggressive psychiatrist, but ends up fashinated with the darkness that Hannibal doesn’t particularly care to hide.

Single Parent Alternative Universe: Pi’s Lullaby by @t-pock (Warning: still ongoing!)

Summary: Will loses his daughter at the mall. Hannibal returns her to him.

  • Explicit
  • No Archive Warnings Apply
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Alana Bloom, Aleksandra Graham (Original Character)

Hannibal falls in love with her, first. Then he sees his father and decides that he’s not a man that settles for less than the whole Graham package; that’s how he decides to start his slow pursue of his beloved little family, instead of Will’s darkest inclinations.

SCP Foundation Alternative Universe: Alive Humanoid Sensory Euclid by @berlynn-wohl

Summary: AU in which Will and Hannibal (and Jack) work for the SCP Foundation. This is also a fill for two prompts on the Hannibal kinkmeme.

  • Explicit
  • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Jack Crawford, Freddie Lounds; Hannigraham

To be honest, more than the story itself, the Alternative Universe fashinates me, when I think about this fic: the writer revisits with a certain fidelity what happens in the first serie, so it’s not the originality per se that I would recommend in here, so much as the way the author adapts this sci-fi Universe to our fandom. It has been incredible reading all about the eccentric objects that Will and Hannibal daily get in touch with.

Soulmates Alternative Universe: Chapter 4 of Alana Finds Out by @victorineb

Summary: In which Alana and Hannibal don’t match, but someone else does.

  • Mature
  • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Alana Bloom; Hannigraham, Hannibloom

This entire serie is probably the quintessence of what this challenge is about: every chapter has its Universe, its dynamycs, and this one beautifully represents the fact that Alana might be perfect, lovely for anyone, but Hannibal and Will are just too taken from one another to see anyone else; obviously they need incentive to admit it.

Unpleasant Theme Alternative Universe: Yourself and People Like You by @metaphoregoneawry

Summary: Meet someone like you.

  • Mature
  • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Frederick Chilton; Hannigraham

I can’t even begin to describe how this story hurts. All over. But this is not a good reason to not read it: their tragic situation can’t end well, the writer promisses suffering and desperation in a subtle, constant way; this doens’t stop Hannibal from trying to grasp what little happiness he can afford in Will.

Zombies Alternative Universe: Hierarchy of Needs by @xzombiexkittenx

Summary: It’s the end of the world and everyone’s immediate needs have changed. It’s also Hannibal’s chance to have everything he wants.

  • Explicit
  • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
  • Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Bedelia Du Maurier, Margot Verger, Mason Verger, Judy; Hannigraham, MargotJudy

Instead of a confused battle for surviving, this story describes every stages that the humanity should go through in order to gain what it has lost. Will knows about Hannibal’s proclivities, but he has to adapt to a new world, where being a cannibalistic serial killer doesn’t make him the worst monster in the planet.

This has been exausting; the computer shut down twice and so I had to learn how to save drafts, but it’s finally finished. I know there could be a lot more to rec, and I hope someone takes the trouble to rec Shark Tank, since I went for the Zombie AU one.
I didn’t include Crossovers or Rarepairs, nor did I went for pairings different from Hannigram, if not secondary, but I suspect this post is already too long for anyone to read it all; if your’re here, I’m obviously wrong, and I’m happy to be!
Thank you very much @hannibalficwriters for this opportunity to remember that this fandom has so much to give, so much to discover, still after so much time.

me: wow i lov team rocket theyre the only reason i watch the show!!!

also me: You know, if Team Rocket was dropped from the show I wouldn’t be mad. As long as they have good closure and end up happy. And let’s be honest I’d probably still watch the show because I’m gay for like every other character of the day.

Catcall (Bruce)

this was originally for someone else, and then i wasn’t gonna post it, but here it is so thats that.

WARNINGS are limited to catcalling, making men uncomfortable, sudden kisses and embarrassing flirting.

Wanda elbows you, hard, and you jerk upright, nearly tripping over your own feet.

“Huh?” You grunt, glancing at her from where she’d been running beside you. She shoots you a dark look and you shrink some. “What?”

“Stop staring and make a move.” She whispers, her voice sharp and you glance back over to where you’d been drooling over Bruce as he went through laboured push ups.

“Damn, hot stuff, you come here often!” You shout across the gym, startling Bruce enough that he lands face first onto the floor and Wanda loses her stride on the treadmill. Hurriedly pressing buttons, she turns off her machine, wheezing around giggles and squeaks of laughter. Bruce sits up, glancing over at the two of you curiously before smiling. “You look hot!”

“Thanks.” He laughs, moving back into position and starting back up with the workout. Wandas hand slams on the buttons of your treadmill as she pulls you from the room, still laughing.

“What the hell was that?” She squawks, shaking your hand hard in her laughter and you blush, glancing back at the gym doors. What is Bruce hears whatever this is?

“Shh.” You hiss, dragging her further down the hall until you came across the cinema and dragged her in. “What?”

“Oh. Oh my. Yes.” She gasps, still laughing and you want to stomp your foot in frustration. “Don’t worry, his face was just hilarious. His expression. Don’t worry.”

You nod slowly, still frowning. But what else could it be? Sure, you’re bad at flirting but it can’t be that bad.

“You’re staring.” Sam prods and you groan softly, glaring at him, but your eyes are inevitably drawn back to Bruce where he struggles to cut a tomato. You beam as the fruit tumbles from his grip, the knife coming down haphazardly, cutting all wrong and barely missing his finger. Bruce swears softly and you mind instantly conjures other imagines. For a moment, he stands there completely still, unable to fiddle with his glasses with juice covered hands before grabbing another from the basket and trying again.

“So?” You mutter, watching him mangle another fruit, his expression drawn into a sour mask.

“Why don’t you just say something?” Sam encourages and you sigh, frowning at the dark haired man across the room. You shouldn’t, he really looks stressed and adding to that stress would just be rude.

“I don’t want to annoy him or something.” You mumble and Sam rolls his eyes, giving you a look.

“If it were me, and a pretty girl like you came onto me, I could never be annoyed.” Sam promises, patting your knee gently and rising to his feet. Inhaling a steadying breath, you licked your lips and hesitated.

“You lookin’ fine as f*ck today, sweet thang!” You call to Bruce, watching him mangle another tomato in surprise, while Sam gapes at you. Bruce stares at you for a moment before shaking his head and grinning, picking up another tomato. Sam stares at you with an open mouth before he carefully moves to your side.

“What the hell was that?” He asks softly while you gaze at a now smiling Bruce, watching him manage to actually cut a whole tomato. Averting your eyes when he looks up, you quickly glance back to watch his tiny victory dance before he settles on another tomato. “Y/N, honey, look at me.”

“Hm? What?” You mumble, meeting Sams eyes with a wrinkle of confusion.

“What’d you just do?” He asks softly and you warily glance sideways at Bruce.

“Flirted?” You ask hesitantly and Sam groans softly, palms covering his face.

“Y/N? Please, tell me this is a prank.” He glances around seriously before frowning at you. “Have you started a Youtube channel? Is that what this is?”

“No?” You whisper, your face getting hotter by the second and your panic rising. “Am I doing it wrong? The guys on the street always do it like that and you know I was stuck in that cell.”

Sam sighs tiredly before glancing over at Bruce who’s smirking at the tomatos, even if every so often one still ends up bruised or on the floor.

“Kid, you just catcalled the Hulk.” He groans softly, and you blink at him, cringing.

“Is that bad?” You whisper, horrified and he has the audacity to snort. “Sam!”

“He’s taking it really well, it’s probably nothing. Just- Just refrain from it as much as you can. I’m free… Hell, uh, Wednesday. We’ll watch a couple of movies and I’ll help you out, okay?”

“Okay?” You croak, nodding nervously and he shakes his head, grinning at you.

“You’re really strange.” He smirks and you scowl. Wordlessly, you shove to your feet and cross to where Bruce is still cutting the tomatos and shoot Sam a glare that he laughs at.

“What’re you doing?”


“Hello everybody.” Sam greets, pacing before the television with a superior tilt to his lips. “This is Flirting 101.”

You grin at the grandeur he imbues into the words, without thinking, you nudge Bruce beside you. When he glances at you, he’s dead eyed, and you can’t help giggling.

“Have fun.” You mouth to him and he rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch.

“Here I have my assistant teacher, Miss Romanov. So, welcome students. How about we introduce ourselves?” Sam teases and you snicker, but sit up all the same.

“This is stupid.” Bruce mutters and you poke your tongue at him.

“I’m Y/N.” You greet and Thor laughs delightedly.

“Quite nice to see you here, my friend. I am Thor, of Asgard.” Thor pipes up, grinning at you around Bruce and you grin right back. Across the room, Natasha hides her smile under a palm and Sam beams at you.

“First on the agenda, we will watch some pivotal and teaching scenes from these four movies. Then Natasha will illustrate a correct technique, before we pair you off and get you to test it on one another.” He smiles and your smile dies. Sam smirks at your expression, nodding subtly.

“I have something to do!” You shout, jerking to your feet and Natasha snorts. Sam frowns at you playfully, eyes narrowed with sadistic glee.

“I’m sure you don’t.”

“I do!”

“What exactly, have you got to do?”

“You want me to explain?” You hiss, clearing your throat nervously and glancing at the others. Bruce has a worried expression on his face, his eyes almost pleading for you while Thor looks mildly interested. Meeting Sams eyes with your own, you narrow your gaze and try not to smile. “I just got my period.”

“Now- Y/N, you can’t-” Sam starts, only for Bruce to cut in.

“Dude, what the hell?” He snaps and Sam quiets, eyeing him nervously. “If she’s got to go, she’s gotta go. Why would you make her reveal that?”

“I- uh-”

“Come on, Y/N, he’s a dick.” Bruce snaps, gently catching your arm in his and guiding you from the room with a furious look in his eye. As you clear the door, he grins at you and you can’t help brightening with him. “Run, run, run.”

You yelp as he takes off, his hand catching yours and pulling you along with him, your laughter echoing down the hall behind you.

“Damn it!” Sam shouts and Bruce laughs, pulling you around a corner and pulling you into the bathroom, both your chests heaving as he slams the door shut and locks it. Brushing your hair back, you can’t help but grin at him as he presses a finger to his lips and presses an ear to the door.

“I can’t hear him.” He whispers and you snicker, hopping up onto the sink to watch him. “But we should stay here for a little while. Just in case.”

You eye him with a delighted curiosity, picking up on the hesitant note in his voice. “That’s what we should do, you think?”

He shrugs uncomfortably, his cheeks a little red and you grin. Wait. Are you flirting?

“What’ll we do?” You ask, glancing around the sparingly furnished bathroom with a disappointed frown. Bruce scratches his head, glancing around unsurely as well.

“Uh-” He hums, and you refocus on him, just in time to watch him cross the bathroom in a single stride and capture your jaw in his palm. For a moment, his lips hesitate over yours and you ache with a sudden intensity you can’t name, your hand coming up and tugging on his hair, pressing your lips to his.

He groans softly as your lips touch, his hand catching on your waist and clutching it as your thighs close around his waist, holding him close. Tugging on his hair, you swallow his moan, licking into his mouth and earning another groan. Tongue sliding against yours, Bruces head tilts, the angle moving him closer and you moan softly as he curls his tongue against yours.

“Baby, what that mouth do?” He gasps as you part and you can’t help snorting, your head falling to his shoulder as he chuckles. “Were they serious? Were you really being serious there?”

“I can’t flirt!” You protest shyly, holding your face hidden against his shoulder and he laughs again, arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close.

“They were so bad.” He teases and you pull back, glaring at him and punching his shoulder.

“Well how bad could they be? Or weren’t we just making out?” You counter, raising your eyebrows and smirking smugly. He laughs, rolling his eyes and pulling you off the sink to slide slowly down his body.

“I liked you before you started yelling weirdly sexual things at me, doofus.” He retorts, grinning when you tug lightly on his hair, before tucking it behind his ear.

But would you have locked yourself in a bathroom with me to kiss me if I hadn’t made yelled said weirdly sexual things?”

He groans, head rolling before he smiles at you softly. “You win.”

You laugh, palms capturing his face and pulling him toward you for another kiss.

ta da!