high school supercorp au. kara struggling to keep her superpowers at bay around the pretty super nerd. kara hasn’t grown into her hero image yet & lena hasn’t grown into her name.
There’s a giant leading me to God knows where I’ve got news, I’m going my way Fighting, and I feel I’m getting somewhere All is right, all is right.
From high atop the water tower on the very edge of town, a shadow sat, pushing up her glasses as they fell slightly down the bridge of her nose. Just below, an entire city stretched out toward the sea, the lights bleeding into it, which then bled into the horizon, into the very sky itself. Down by the boardwalk, someone was throwing away old bread and cotton candy while the gulls gulped them down with contented caws that got lodged in their noses. The smell of the freshly cut, end-of-summer lawns wafted through the night, perfuming the last night of summer break perfectly.
This is what happens when I listen to the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack at 3 a.m. while thinking about Sterek (also on ao3!)
When Stiles invited himself over to Derek’s loft for quote ‘Netflix and chill’, Derek had a very clear idea of how the evening was going to play out. But even in his wildest dreams, Derek never would have expected this.
He had expected Stiles to arrive in his usual whirlwind of flannel and sarcasm and blinding grins, greeting him with a smirk and a wink if he was feeling particularly bold. Expected a deep, dirty hello kiss and an appreciative once over as Stiles plopped down on the couch.
Admittedly, Stiles had arrived in his usual fashion, letting himself in without bothering to knock like he owned the place. But there was no flannel or ironic graphic shirt in sight, Stiles instead wearing his red hoodie over a plain gray t-shirt.
He had still greeted Derek with a wide smile but there was no hint of suggestion in it, nothing indicating that he was thinking about doing anything other than simply watching a movie. Even the kiss Stiles gave him as he took a seat on the couch was just a quick peck on the cheek.
But there was no trace of anything disconcerting in Stiles’ scent, nothing that would set off any alarm bells. Only excitement and contentedness radiated from Stiles as he efficiently set up his Xbox and pulled up Netflix.
Derek expected Stiles to pick a movie from his preferred genre, an action packed thriller featuring a gratuitous amount of violence and explosions and unnecessary female nudity. Or, if not that, some sort of sci-fi flick with terrible CGI and too bright fake blood and just as much unnecessary nudity.
But with a few taps of the buttons on his Xbox controller and a brief use of the joystick, Stiles navigated to the Disney movie section. With another flick of the joystick and a few more clicks, Stiles queued up the new Beauty and the Beast movie.
He had glanced up at Derek out of the corner of his eye, chewing his bottom lip almost nervously. Setting down the controller on the coffee table, Stiles leaned back on the couch and softly murmured, “You don’t mind, do you?”
I was digging through my drafts folder and found this random, mostly finished little ficlet. So I polished it up and present you with some random Hannigram.
Hannibal greatly enjoyed
the times when he got to linger in the bowels of the FBI as he was today,
leaning over a lightly putrefied body with contained fascination as Jack’s
forensic team fussed around him. Admittedly, much of that enjoyment came from
the fact that Will was generally nearby and often endearingly vulnerable in
this environment, but even when Jack dragged Will away to his office – which he
had done just ten minutes ago – Hannibal still took great pleasure in the
chance to brush up on his understanding of the FBI’s inner workings. Indeed, he
had spent a very entertaining forty-five minutes discussing the use of turmeric
in fingerprint identification with Mr Price, the knowledge of which already had
Hannibal both rethinking his post-kill clean up routine and considering whether
he had anything in his freezer that might work well in a curry. Something
delicate and fragrant, to go with the flank of that appalling parking attendant
from the previous week, who had been sadly lacking in either quality.
It was, therefore, with
pleasant images of arranging his next tableau – something involving flowers,
perhaps, for Will – thronging in his head that Hannibal followed behind Price,
Zeller and Ms. Katz as they made their way to the break room, having decided
that they would make no further progress in the case without “choking down a
disgusting amount of sugar,” according to Ms. Katz. Hannibal had nowhere
pressing to be, after all, and would happily wait the whole afternoon in order
to see Will again once he was released from Jack’s clutches.
That thought might have
given Hannibal pause on any other day. However, just at the moment it crossed his
mind, he happened to witness the greatest atrocity of his life.
“Oops, butterfingers!” Ms
Katz trilled, as a glazed, rainbow-sprinkled doughnut slipped her grasp and
landed on the floor, sprinkles down. And then Hannibal watched in fascinated
horror as she bent to retrieve the soiled pastry, blew on it and, shrugging, said
the words that struck disgust into Hannibal’s very soul.
“Five second rule!”
And then she ate it.
Hannibal had to leave the
room. He wasn’t sure he could trust himself not to vomit otherwise.
Will caught up with him
later in his lecture hall, where Hannibal was restoring inner harmony by
rearranging the library of his mind palace. He had developed his own shelving
system – the Dewey Decimal was hardly up to scratch – and was replacing some
volumes of poetry when the smell of aged paper was joined by the ever-welcome
scent of Will’s presence. Hannibal opened his eyes to find the profiler
regarding him with a mildly concerned expression, perhaps discomfited by
Hannibal’s apparent lapse into a vegetative state. Hannibal had yet to
introduce Will to his palace, though of course versions of him already resided
in many of its rooms.
“Hello Will,” Hannibal
said, assuming a placid and affable tone in order to reassure his friend that
he was perfectly well.
Will, somewhat worryingly,
was not fooled, his magnificent brows drawing together in concern. Hannibal
automatically catalogued the expression for future commitment to paper. He would
have to find several hours soon to do so: his mental file of unrecorded images
of Will was becoming somewhat unwieldy. Perhaps one day he would be able to
coax Will to pose for him in the flesh. Perhaps in nothing but the flesh, his
beautiful form freed from all that frumpy, everyman plaid, the firm, strong
plains of his muscles exposed for Hannibal’s perusal…
“Is something wrong,
Doctor?” Will asked, pulling Hannibal from his reverie, his tone brusque as
ever but tinged with genuine care, the presence of which caused something to
tighten painfully in Hannibal’s chest. He sighed and decided it could do no
harm to inform Will of his friend’s unhygienic crassness. Will would likely
brush it off as perfectly acceptable behaviour, causing a little tarnish to his
appeal that Hannibal would be rather grateful of at that moment.
“Will, have you ever heard
of something called the ‘Five Second Rule’?” Hannibal asked, unable to keep his
mouth from twisting into a slight moue.
Will looked up at him in
surprise and then slapped his hand across his eyes. “Please tell me Bev did not
do that in front of you,” he groaned.
Hannibal raised an eyebrow,
amused by Will’s apparent embarrassment.
“I’m afraid to say she
did,” he said, gently despite his stomach lurching slightly at the thought.
“You do not approve?”
“Doctor, I live with a
pack of dogs. Do you really think I would eat anything that had come into
contact with my floor?” Will grinned and Hannibal’s breath hitched. “And I’m
pretty certain I clean my floor more than most people, present company
excluded.” Hannibal’s heart skipped a beat. “I keep telling Bev she needs to
stop, it’s a really filthy habit.”
And then, well, there
really was nothing for it but to close the gap between them and kiss Will, firm
and sure and with just the slightest brush of tongue to really get the point
“Hannibal!” Will pulled
back and Hannibal reflected ruefully that he would have preferred the first
time Will addressed him by his first name not to have been with such shock in
“I must apologise, Will.
That was not how I had planned…” he trailed off as Will’s eyes snapped up to
“Plan? What plan? There
was a plan?” Will asked, his eyebrows threatening to detach completely from his
head and rocket skywards.
Ah yes, the plan. The one
in which Hannibal would – with the help of Will’s rapidly worsening
encephalitis – break the empath, frame him and imprison him, to be kept under
lock and key until the time might come when Hannibal wished to play with Will’s
brain once more. The plan which, Hannibal now realised, he had not thought
through with his usual precision, because it would be inconvenient to have to
visit the BSHCI every time he wished to kiss Will. The plan which would now
have to be abandoned completely because there was little… there was absolutely
no chance Hannibal was not going to keep kissing Will, now that he had started.
Kissing and, with any luck, much, much more. Assuming Will would let him, that
Will, who had pulled back
but not out of Hannibal’s embrace.
Will, who was looking up
at Hannibal from beneath those ridiculous, beautiful lashes.
Will, who was very
definitely smirking and leaning in close to whisper in his doctor’s ear, “Well,
Hannibal, it seems you don’t have a
problem with all filthy things.”
And it was true because,
as they soon found out, there were some things Hannibal was very happy to eat
off the floor, even after they’d been there much longer than five seconds.
Ok so I really don’t know how I feel about this one. Anon if
you aren’t happy with it let me know! Anyway… enjoy!
Anon Request: hello! really love all your writing!! I was
wondering if you could write one about like you and Auston dating but you are
always super energetic and annoy Aus (maybe involving like you and Mitch all
energetic and getting on Austons nerves) idk if this really makes sense or is a
prompt but yeah thanks!!
really weren’t sure how Auston put up with you.
Genre: fluff, pURE FLUFF THAT MAKES YOU WANNA CRINGE AND HIT SOMEONE AND THROW UP RAINBOWS
Pairing: Joshua x Reader
Word Count: 2062
Based off of this prompt: Person 1 and 2 are trying to get the attention of Person 3 by doing extravagant things but they end up falling in love with each other instead
A/N: Joshua is a gentleman but we all know what’s under that bible: A fREAK ;))))) (I wrote this for my friend and I kid you not, this is exactly what I wrote as the a/n) I HOPE THIS COMPENSATES FOR ALL THE ANGST I WROTE TODAY!!! HAPPY HAPPY VERY HAPPY READING MY CHILDREN!!!
“Ugh!” you screamed out loud in frustration, holding your head with two hands. “I can’t believe this boy,” you muttered, shaking your head while your fingers flew across the keys.
I’ll be the first to text him happy birthday, the message blinked across your screen.
As if! I’ll beat you to it, you replied with the same aggression.
You glanced at the time. 11:59, your alarm clock blinked. Your finger hovered over the Send button until midnight struck. You immediately tapped on your screen and mentally attempted to hurry the blue bar slowly making its way across the screen. Come on, send! You urged the message to deliver before the next text you could receive was that of a gloating one.
understand ive been a cart attendant at target since january 2015 and?
stop signs in parking lots arent “less important” than ones on the road. it keeps us safe: myself and normal civilians. dont!!! ignore them!!!
i have been nearly run over three times doing my job because of people refusing to respect thr stop signs by the front of the building + driving too damn fast thsn you have any reason to be in a parking lot (seriously, theres not really any good reason to be going faster than 20 mph. maaaybe 25 if its closing and the lot is empty).
just please please
stop signs and speed limits are valid EVERYWHERE theyre posted. not just the main roads thsnk you