fanfic waiting to happen

anonymous asked:

I know you have so many prompts right now, so no rush on this. But could I request something where Frank has a dog and because said dog has pretty much adopted Karen as his second owner, Karen often times takes care of the dog when he's away/busier than usual. And it doesn't take long for someone to start putting two and two together about who the dogs main owner is.

YES!! This turned into a monster of a fic tbh (3.5k words wtf), but I hope you enjoy anyway! ^^

week one–

It’s closer to midnight than sunset when Karen’s unlocking her door, shuffling inside and leaning back against the solid wood tiredly to kick off her heels. As soon as she’s sent the second one flying somewhere towards the back of the couch, something furry and solid knocks against her shins. She yelps as it starts licking one of her knees.

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two rotten apples | pt. 4 [preview]

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jungkook grumbled to himself, then pulled his key from the ignition as he shoved the truck’s door open. The dim lighting from inside the convenience store greeted him, but he only saw that guy again. He’d been watching for the past few minutes, waiting for you to clock out so he could take you home, but something was stopping you from that—him.

“Hey,” he loudly said upon walking inside. “You ready to go or what?”

“Jungkook.” He could hear the sigh of relief you gave upon seeing him. “Yeah. Sorry. I just need to go tell my manager I’m going home.”

Jungkook nodded, gesturing for you to go into the backroom with his head.

And that left him alone with some guy who would love nothing more than to get into your pants. Although that was something they had in common, there was no way in hell anyone but Jungkook would be doing that—if he could help it.

“You were here last time too, weren’t you?”

“What?” the guy asked, surprised. “I don’t know.”

To look even more suspicious, he grabbed at his cap and tried to conceal himself. Although, the pants full of holes and greasy hair didn’t help much.

Shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, Jungkook stared at the floor with his eyes darting from the man’s worn sneakers to an ant on the tile. He’d let it go last time just because you were watching, but not this time.

“I think you do,” Jungkook said, raising his head. “I saw you fucking here last time. I know I did. And I thought I told you to leave her alone.”

“I think if she wanted me to leave her alone, she’d tell me.”

Jungkook took a step forward at that. “Listen here, you fucking—”

“He just told me to check the register but we can go,” you said upon walking back out of the backroom, then glanced at the two of them. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just trying to explain to this douche here that you don’t like him.”

“Jungkook,” you scolded. “It’s fine. Let’s just go. Please.”

His head snapped in your direction. “You’re okay with this?!”

“Okay with what? I don’t want any trouble. Please. Can we go?”

Jungkook guffawed, then glared at the guy when he snorted. “I don’t care. You leave her alone. You come in here every night she works here and talk to her—”

“I didn’t realize it was a crime to talk to a girl…”

“It’s not but it is if she doesn’t want to talk to you. That’s harassment. You know she would get fired if she said anything, so you take advantage of that and keep talking to her anyway, hoping that she’ll give in. But you don’t know her like I do. She doesn’t care about your microscopic dick or want to fuck you.”

The guy laughed hollowly at that. “No one is harassing anyone, dude.”

“Yeah? If you aren’t, then what the fuck are you doing exactly? You haven’t even bought anything and you’ve been here for, like, twenty minutes. Maybe you don’t know what fucking time it is but for me, it’s almost eleven o’clock at night. If you want to get her number, maybe you should do it during the daytime when there’s other people around. Actually, how about you don’t do that at all and just get your beer and your bag of cheetos and get the fuck out of here.”

“Dude. Calm the fuck down. We were just talking.”

“All right. You call me ‘dude’ one more time—”

“Who the fuck even are you? Her boyfriend or something?”

“I don’t have to be her anything to get you to leave since I have fucking hands, but if I say yes, will that make this easier? And less painful—for you, that is.”


One more stop on the fanfic tour. When I think I have seen everything from them…

I read this really great slowburn klance fic last night that had mutual pining and them comforting each other and fighting together and protecting each other in battle and Keith being super furious when anyone hurt or even tried to hurt Lance and it had a lot of them smiling fondly at each other OH WAIT THAT WASN’T A FANFIC IT ACTUALLY FUCKING HAPPENED.

casual reminder that season 2 of aos wasn’t officially announced until literally the week of the season 1 finale


The hunt had begun.The rain was coming down in thick, opaque sheets now, and they were hunting you down.You could hear their cheers and primal hollering from the rapidly decreasing space between you, but you continued to sprint for any distance you could maintain. Wet leaves and dirt clung to your feet and legs as you made a beeline for the cliff that came into your view. At this point you decided height was the only thing that would give you more time. The only illumination of your path came from the royal blue that the moon provided through the sea of storm clouds, and your route became harder to discern with each passing minute.You managed to reach the base of the rocky mountain edge and began your slippery ascent.

You would not let them take you.

Song: Crossfire by Stephen

Status update for those wondering how chapter 6 of On My Love is going: 10k words in and Yuuri still hasn’t arrived in Hasetsu lmao. This is literally still the beginning of the chapter so… this might take a while, sorry :’D

Liar Liar

Summary:  Alexander Hamilton is an Omega, but no one else knows this. No one else can know this. Even in this day and age, Omegas are still treated as little more than slaves. No rights, no protections, nothing. Alex has to hide his rank from the world for this reason. John Laurens is an Alpha, but like Alexander, he is hiding his rank, ashamed of the Alpha he was born as. Lies stack upon lies upon more lies. How long before they all come crashing down?

Note: Theres only a chapter or two more left :D I have more separate stories in the making, though so the end wont really be the full end <3

Also note: Alex is post heat so his decision making skills still aren’t fully back to what they should be.

Chapter 21

The days of Alex’s heat came and went as smoothly as a heat possibly could. Each day John would come by and keep the Omega calm and quiet so the neighbors wouldn’t hear. Several times Alex would tell John how much he loved him while he clung to him. John, just as the first, would tell him to save all of that for when he was level headed. Alex, even in his heat induced haze, was upset, but was back to whining and even crying some at times. As the days had progressed, his heat became less and less powerful. The morning of Saturday, one week after his heat started, Alex woke up. He felt drained and his head pounded. He groaned and curled into Laf where he still slept by him. He couldn’t remember much past the first few hours of his heat. It was after his first nap that something started to get blurry. It was, with lack of a better word, like when he got too drunk once and couldn’t remember what happened the night before.

“You awake, Laf..?” he said, not even having the energy to speak really. The Beta shifted some and looked over his shoulder at him, looking sleepy.

“Mm. I am. How do you feel?” Laf asked, yawning softly and sitting up.

“Tired and disgusting. I need a shower..” Alex muttered, but he made no move to get up.

“That is had a very long week. Do you..remember anything happening?” Laf asked curiously and Alex shook his head.

“No…? Did something..?” Alex asked, concerned. If he did, it couldnt be that bad. Laf wouldn’t have let him do anything outrageous.

“ could say that. Let me make you breakfast first and then I’ll explain what all happened” Laf hummed as he slipped from the bed, stretching until his back popped. Alex didn’t like the sound of that statement, but agreed and waited until Laf had returned with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast.

“I told you cereal would be fine..” Alex murmured as he sat up sluggishly, eating just as slow. Finally it was gone and he turned to Laf.

“What the hell did I do?” Alex asked and Laf smiled sheepishly.

“Well..John..Might have come over to check on you and before I could make him leave you were awake and crying for him..?” He said and Alex felt his face go white, all the blood draining.


“You didn’t do anything bad, just tried to kiss him a lot and you got upset when he tried to leave…so you ended up laying in bed with him until you were asleep and then John snuck back out. Its been like this for a few days now. I’ll have to call and tell him not to come over seeing as youre better. Oh, and Thomas came by as well everyday. He never came inside, but he’s been dropping off your school assignments. He also told me if you looked confused to tell you “We go to the same school dumbass” “ Laf snickered, trying to copy Thomas’s accent. Alex, on the other hand, was still in shock.

“I..with John..oh god” He groaned and flopped back onto the bed, covering his face with a pillow to hide the sounds of embarrassment he let out and Laf elaborated on what all happen.

“I said I fucking loved him?? Kill me. Please just kill me” His voice was pretty muffled by the pillow, but Laf seemed to understand, patting his arm.

“You’re going to smother yourself like that” Laf pointed out and Alex held it tighter to his face,

“Thats the point!” Came his muffled response and Lafayette almost howled with laughter, pulling the pillow away with ease.

“So. This may be a stupid question, but do you want me to tell him not to come today? He should be here soon if I dont call him now..?” Laf asked and Alex pursed his lips.

“I-” He was cut off by the door.

“Great…” he muttered and sighed, hiding under the blankets

“Tell him I died..” He muttered again, turning so his back was to the door. Laf laughed softly and got up, leaving the room. Alex could hear talking before he heard a familiar voice.

“He looks a lot better today..” John said quietly and Alex assumed Laf told him that he was asleep.

“Yes, he does. I think his heat is finally over. Back to our snide and sarcastic friend” Laf chuckled and Alex rolled his eyes then closed them.

“Do you think he remembers anything..?” He almost stiffened up as a weight was on the bed and fingers gently combed through his hair. It was that action alone that made him relax.

“I mean..we told eachother how we felt 20 times over by now..or I did I guess. I wouldn’t hold him to something like “I love you” while hes in the state that he was in..” John murmured and Alex could feel his face heating up.

“You love me..?” He couldn’t stop himself and before he knew it he was speaking, looking over his shoulder at the Alpha

“Youre..awake..” He said, obviously trying to keep his voice even,

“I wasnt asleep..Now why don’t you answer me. I’m tired and not in a mood for bullshitting right now” Alex said, slowly gaining his confidence. John Laurens, do you love me” Alex said and John was quiet.

“I do…but look you were in heat I didn’t pay any attention to what you were sa-” It took far more than a leap of courage for Alex to drag John down into a kiss. Any fear or hesitance was put aside for one reason only. John was an Alpha and Alex was an Omega who had been in heat…and John didn’t try to take advantage of him even though it was in an Alpha’s nature to mate with an Omega when they went into heat. Did this solve Alex’s trust issues with Alphas? Absolutely not..but first steps have to be taken eventually to get anywhere.

The canon fact that Dean is buying Sam lapdances as Christmas gifts is very telling about erotic nature of their relationship. I loved this scene. The Way Dean tells story is very interesting cause one it means he was clearly there watching the entire time. ;) He even paid for it but claims Sam hates strip clubs so why even get Sam a lapdance if he doesnt like strip clubs.. clearly this gift wasnt just for Sam it was for Dean. He gets off seeing Sam in an erotic sexual situation. Seeing him squirming and a looking helpless.

Sam probably went along with it to make Dean happy to turn Dean on not for the girl since he spent it trying to tell her to go to nursing school instead. Its like man that is a fanfic waiting to happen …i mean Dean clearly doesnt like it when other people touch Sam he gets very defensive\protective unless he is in control of situation…very Dom behavior right? But he still wants Sam to experience erotic pleasure he enjoys watching it happen to as long as its because of him that Sam is getting it. Like reminds me of Deans fantasy in WIASNB when Jessica kissed Sam after Sam asked her to marry him. In Deans mind he made that possible for Sam.

And watching them kiss made him happy cause its like Sams pleasure came from his wish to djinn not from her she wasnt real but Dean’s wish was real. Its Sam wish Dean be happy again so he invites him to clamdive which shows Sam is willing to put himself into another awkward sexual situation just to make Dean happy.

Yeah you could write entire books on strange erotic nature of their bromance. Its like even if they dont actually fuck in the canon they still try to erotically please each other somehow in socially acceptable ways for two brothers to behave like one bro buying another bro a lapdance than watching that lapdance take place thats so no incest or gay right?! ;) pfft but its so borderline wincest that they might is well have been Dean giving Sam that lapdance for real and honestly Sam might have enjoyed that even more lmao. #impliedwincest

twice on an actual zombie apocalypse

nayeon: best survival strategy is sticking close to jeongyeon

jeongyeon: badass bitch who can survive on her own but keeps getting into trouble bc of her squad and is always the one to save them

momo: goes insane due to lack of food; wants to become a zombie so she could eat flesh instead

sana: cant hold a gun, drops weapon, trips on nothing, laughs at zombie’s funny faces, has mental breakdown every day

jihyo: group leader whose main concern is not the zombies but her squad’s problematic behaviour

mina: uses game logic as a survival strategy

dahyun: kills zombies with a smile; goes on a rampage because she hadn’t had chocopie in weeks

chaeyoung: will only shoot zombies that are taller than her, jeongyeon’s sidekick 

tzuyu: tries to lure others into a sea of zombie for the lols

anonymous asked:

(1 of 2) today I went to the nurse to get my ankle checked bc I sprained it a week ago and it was acting up and my crush (a total Lance) came in looking for the nurse too bc he sprained his ankle in gym and needed ice but I had the only ice bag

(2 of 2) and so he stole it from me and limped away with it but that was MY ice bag so I ran (limped) after him yelling down the hall GIVE ME BACK MY ICE JERK!

this is a klance fanfic waiting to happen

The Long Way Home: On Love, Departures, and What Detroit Means to Me

(What originally started off as a little thought-seed about the Very Specific way I imagine my precanon Phichuuris turned into a grossly long-winded ramble about the nature of love???? I don’t know how to explain, omg. I’m so sorry.)

The fourth episode of Yuri!!! on Ice was a pivotal episode for me for many reasons. Prior to that my investment in the series’ early episodes was always tempered by a kind of caution—I’d been enjoying the push-and-pull between Yuuri and Victor as Yuuri struggled to come to terms with the fact that his idol had taken any degree of interest in him and Victor attempted to draw him out of his shell, and seeing the seed of what would eventually develop into a complex dynamic between him and Yuri Plisetsky, partly admiration, partly rivalry, partly a care and concern that neither of them quite knew how to express. But likewise I’d made it a point to be a little guarded—to hang back and wait until fuller character arcs for the protagonists and for the people in their world began to emerge before I gave the series my heart and soul. (I was a little scared, do you see? I didn’t want things to just turn out like another carrot-and-stick game between the shy anxious boy and the hot foreign guy he’d idolized forever who had taken a sudden and inexplicable interest in him. It didn’t help matters that at the time all the conspiracy theories floating around were that Victor was evil, or that he was dying. But anyway.)

All of that reserve flew out the window by the fourth episode, which essentially took the little hints the earlier episodes had been making at the characters’ hidden depths and cranked them up to eleven. There’s so much wonderful insight that comes out of this episode—from the by-now iconic “When I open up, he meets me where I am,” to the way Victor challenges Yuri to put together his own free skate as a way to build his confidence. The conversation they both have with Yuuri’s former coach, Celestino, is especially telling of Yuuri’s personal challenges and what he needs in order to grow: Victor asks, “Why didn’t you let Yuuri choose his own music?” to which Celestino replies that he chooses the music for his skaters unless they tell him that they’d like to pick their own. He proceeds to add that Yuuri only brought him a piece once, but that he’d gone back on it when asked if he believed he could win skating to it: “Please choose the music for me after all, Coach.”

In a sense, this conversation with his former coach reveals to Victor how past!Yuuri failed a kind of test—one that had to do with his capacity to trust his own choices—and that present!Yuuri now needs to face and surmount a similar test before he can move on. The difference is, of course, that Victor’s not going to let him give up on himself. Where Celestino withdraws and lets Yuuri fold, Victor insists on pushing. I also like how this short conversation is illustrative of the fact that, for all that it didn’t work out between them, and for all that his methods differ from Victor’s, Celestino knows Yuuri and has his best interests at heart, and understands what he needs in order to succeed, even if it’s not something he can help Yuuri with at this point.

Suffice to say that there’s a lot to like about this episode, a lot to love, but the real kicker for me came a little under ten minutes in, when Yuuri’s slumped at his desk at a loss as to what to do with his program, and he’s scrolling through his Instagram feed. He sees a friend of his is practicing in Thailand—and right then and there, he calls this friend. Yuuri, who’s anxious and overthinky and shy and has such a hard time opening up to people, just calls up this random boy from Instagram in the middle of the night, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He greets him with “Sawasdee krab.” Cue me bringing my hand to my mouth in dismay—He has a Thai friend and he’s greeting him in Thai, oh my god. I felt the axe hovering above my head about to drop.

Suffice to say that it was love at first sight for me, as far as Phichit Chulanont was concerned. From his very first appearance as a smiley image on Yuuri’s phone screen, he exudes a natural warmth and an effervescence that it’s difficult to look away from, and that have proceeded to endear him to the fandom surprisingly thoroughly for a supporting character without too much screentime/internal monologue time/poignant backstory reveal time. But more than that, it was the ease with which I saw him and Yuuri talk to each other that intrigued me, and the idea of their shared past—“Detroit’s boring now that you’re gone!” he said, and I felt the axe smash me right down into extrapolation hell, because cute former rinkmate? Cute former rinkmate whose wiki entry later told me was also a former roommate? Look at all the fanfic waiting to happen.

(Spoiler: Happen it did, and then some.)

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You know people may say that snowbarry is dead, that is never going to happen, that is crazy all that…. I’m still gonna ship it. 

The writers can make Caitlin a villain and Killer Frost forever and all that… And I’m still gonna ship it.

They can kill one of them, or both of them… I’m still gonna ship it. 

They can kill me and I will be shipping this so freaking much that I will go to Valhalla in my Snowbarry Stan Ship and I will be talking in heaven or hell about those two adorable dorks.