Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him. Word Count: 13,742 Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, sprinkling of feelings A/N: I feel like I’m sending my child to their first day of kindergarten oh my goodness. I hope you guys enjoy the last part!!
There was no way you were in love with Jeon Jungkook, absolutely no way in hell you had feelings for him that ran any deeper than discontent. It had been the moment, the conversation with Jungkook, the awe you’d felt when he showed you his forest. You had gotten caught up in that moment, and your mind had tricked itself into thinking you liked Jungkook.
what about the stairs in the forests!!! and what doc were you watching and would you recommend?
ok so I DON’T BELIEVE IN THE STAIRS IN THE FORESTS! mainly because I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service, and I Have Some Stories to Tell a) is posted on /r/nosleep so it’s definitely made up, b) the op admits to knowing about David Paulides, and lbr knowing about = being influenced by, so it’s definitely made up, and c) if you read all the way through to the end it stops being even vaguely believable and starts reading like a WTNV transcript, and then he plugs his book, so it’s DEFINITELY MADE UP. however, it is an amazing (read: terrifying) thread, some of it is obviously based on truths/insider SAR knowledge which means a lot of it is probably uncomfortably close to actually being true, and it’s a good Gateway Read into MISSING PEOPLE IN NATIONAL PARKS CONSPIRACY THEORIES, which is where I live now. (plus, if you read this before getting into anything else it imbues every single missing persons case with an unsettling sense of Eldritch horror, which is why I had to turn on three overheads and unfocus my eyes all the way to the bathroom last night at 2am.)
so yeah, after reading that /r/nosleep thing for the first time I drew a line under it and moved on until SOMEONE (ahem, @roundtop) sent me a link to an article called How 1,600 People Went Missing from Our Public Lands Without a Trace (on a legit and sensible outdoorsy people website), like ‘haha, stairs in the forest!’ and I SWAN DIVED DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE. thus: the documentary-watching, staying up till 2am and spending all day today trying to find copies of David Paulides’ books for less than $80 inc. postage.
THIS DUDE DAVID PAULIDES. he was in law enforcement before, for some reason, deciding to become a ~*~cryptozoologist~*~ and certified gung-ho Bigfoot conspiracy theorist, and through that found out about how many people had disappeared without a trace from National Parks in the U.S., did 7,000 hours worth of digging, and wrote a bunch of books about it. his books are called Missing 411 and are about the ridiculous number of people who go missing in National Parks, the usually weird circumstances around their disappearances, the fact that when people are found (dead or alive) it’s often in places miles and miles and sometimes waaaaay higher up mountains than where they disappeared from, and all sorts of creepy crap to boot. like they can’t get bloodhounds to find a scent, or they find tiny children miles away from where they got lost, barefoot, without a scratch on the soles of their feet, human remains being found years later in places that were search dozens and dozens of times. not to mention the National Parks… People (? I really don’t know enough to be making this post) are aware of what’s happening but don’t keep a list of the people who’ve gone missing on their lands.
(which is all part of why I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service is so freaky – enough of it (people being found miles away, kids being found up mountains, the people in charge being cagey about it all) sounds real that you can believe it was actually written by a SAR Officer. heebies!)
it’s all real nightmare fuel, if you’re the sort of person who is absolutely terrified by all this Scary Forest Disappearing People Unexplainable Deaths stuff, i.e. me. luckily I can’t afford to buy any of them! phew! however, I haven’t let that stop me from a) SCARING MYSELF SHITLESS and b) BECOMING A TIN HATTER, and it shouldn’t stop you either: you can read loads of stuff over at /r/missing411, listen to one of his initial interviews (in which he talks about how he was approached by two park employees in plain clothes who were like ‘please investigate this, there’s SOMETHING going on and it’s so goddamn weird’) on Coast to Coast AM (which is, like, a paranormal radio station… I’m sorry), watch a bunch of Paulides’/CanAm Missing Project’s vids about disappearances on youtube, and listen to hours worth of interviews and late night spooky radio/podcast discussions with Paulides.
the documentary I thought I was watching was Missing 411, which is based on his books and Kickstarted by the public in 2015, but it turns out that they’re apparently shopping it around at festivals so it’s not out yet. what I was actually watching (and quickly abandoned) was a weird supercut of all of David Paulides’ tv interviews and some cryptozoologist chatter about Bigfoot. Paulides, god love him, never ever SAYS Bigfoot in any of his books, and everything he presents is 100% factually accurate and extensively researched, but… I think we can safely say he thinks it’s Bigfoot. tbh, after reading about JarydAtaderoI think it’s Bigfoot. I mean, goddamn.
so, yeah. I’ve finished reading every search and rescue story on this blog (Hunt for the Death Valley Germans is LONG but awesome), I’ve got West of Memphis ready to watch after work tomorrow because I remembered how much I love that case and spooky true crime things, if you have any related LINKS or STUFF about This Shit then REBLOG THIS/MSG ME AND TELL ME, or if you have a copy of a Missing 411 book you wouldn’t mind mailing to me then LET ME KNOW, and in conclusion I can’t believe America is so fucking huge and unkind, goodnight.
Neil opened his eyes slowly to a sun-filled room. It was bright out, clearly past his usual rising hour, and for a moment it worried him. For that moment he didn’t recognize the room; couldn’t name the country he was waking up in, let alone the city. It was natural to force the panic to settle by looking around the room, picking up specific memories from objects placed strategically in view of the bed. As Neil scanned, forcing himself to breathe normally, the world pieced itself back together again in front of his tired eyes.
On the dresser at the far end of the room was a framed photo of the Foxes’ first championship win, Neil’s first year on a Class I team. From there his eyes drifted slowly to the the bedside table, where there was a familiar set of keys – the keys to the house in Columbia – placed close to him for this exact reason. Just above, hanging on the adjacent wall, was Neil’s jersey from his first professional Exy team, when he played for New York. At the end of the bed was a cat, Sir, and the memory of taking him home rose to the surface of Neil’s mind. The last movement was a natural progression. It was instinct that came from going over this same list every morning.
But when Neil rolled over to check the other side of the bed, it was missing. The last piece had been removed from the board before Neil could manage to finish the puzzle. He looked back at Sir, at the end of the bed, and it was almost ridiculous how long it took his mind to finally make the connection.
Andrew wasn’t beside him.
Instinct told him to panic. A feeling of dread washed over Neil’s body like a tsunami devastates a city.
Patrolling, as uneventful and inconceivably dull as it was, was probably the most exciting part of Dan’s week.
Which he supposed made his week pretty uneventful and inconceivably dull in itself
Patrolling alone was not particularly interesting at all. Dan had heard enough faeries tell him that their silvery glowing liquid was actually ‘a luminescent forest protection balm’ (instead of what Dan suspected it to be) to last him a few decent lifetimes. And it was just so boring, strolling around one godforsakenarea of the forest for hours at a time. That wasn’t what made it interesting, though.
It was more the atmosphere of it all.
The Darker Forest was the type of place to send shivers cascading down your spine. The breeze crawling through the fog and reaching out at the most unsuspected of moments. Grabbing onto your shoulders, cloaks, your hands, trying to tug you further into it’s depths.
Dan lived for it. Understandable- it was to be expected of a Dark Elf. Live in the darkness, and guard the Villages. The boring principles they were all forced to live by. Dan had strayed as far as he possible could from the stereotypes that basically governed them, opting to become a performer and the main storyteller of his village, instead of a guard or night-raiser. Yet, this month, he’d been forced into patrolling instead of performing.
The Council liked to do this sometimes, they didn’t see his storytelling as ‘contributing to their established world’, basically meaning it wasn’t a real job and he needed to pull his weight around the Village. Which he didn’t agree with in the slightest. People went batshit crazy without his stories to brighten up their days, but he guessed he needed somewhere to get his stories from- and if not the Sprite’s villages, the Darker Forest was the prefect place to find them.
Still, this job had nothing on the thrill of entertaining. The Darker Forest creeped him out, plus he was sure all the forest elves, and the river sprites and everyone else hated him for the patrolling and having to interact with everyone he came across. That was okay though, he hated it too.
Dan stopped moving suddenly. He let out a stale breath, feeling the tree roots behind him slithering under his boots, coiling themselves around his ankles and winding up to his knees.
He needed to move faster. The tree roots around these parts tended to do that if you stood in one spot for too long, Dan figured it had something to do with the faeries ‘luminescent forest protection balm’, doing it’s luminescent forest protecting.
He grabbed at his shoes, tugging the roots from where they had attached themselves to the buckles and trampling on them, breaking into a little jog. He could hear a humming from somewhere nearby, a soft little jingle that made the ominous darkness of the forest seem a little brighter.
Then it all dimmed again, Dan realising that humming meant people and people meant interaction. Probably a Pixie- it was in their nature to sing and hum and be generally obnoxious.
Dan moved through the trees as quietly as he could, Pixies tended to overreact and scream when they were surprised- a sequence that often led him into a lot of trouble.
As he drew closer to the sound, he realised it was not a Pixie. It was far too deep in comparison to their strange tinkle and, in Dan’s opinion, far too nice. Something nearby was casting a strange glow now, a greenish light emitting from in front of him, lighting a clear path towards the humming sound. The wind was strengthening and Dan shivered, hiding further into his thick black cloak. The trees blew wildly, leaves raining down from them like raindrops. The sky had begun to darken and the entire forest had that sort of scent like it was about to rain. Dan hated the rain. Too cold and miserable.
He peered through the trees, curious as to see the source of the light. It definitely was not a Pixie. A boy- a forest elf, sat crouched over a tree. He was sort of strange-looking, dressed all in green, his feet wrapped in leaves and a shawl covered his shoulders, buttoned up with little leaf clasps.
And he was glowing.
The glow, the greenish one that tinted all the trees and lit up the entire Darker Forest, was coming from this boy, emitting from his hands and face and through the leaves on his feet.
It made Dan stop and stare.
He didn’t quite understand what the boy was doing, he looked to be scavenging around for something at the base of a tree. His hands dug around in the dirt and his cloak shimmered as he moved his head.
Dan groaned. It pained him to have to interact with people, but the protocol basically forced him to ask questions to everyone he came across. This was why he hated patrol.
“Who are you?” He demanded, marching over to the boy. The elf’s head whipped around quicker than a sprite running from trouble- a little too fast. Dan leapt back as the boy let out a squeal, tumbling to the ground. Falling backwards and jerking his head up to avoid landing on it, in a way that Dan could only describe as about as elegant as a giant sitting down too fast (which wasn’t a pretty sight, and Dan could tell you that from experience).
“Ah, sorry, you startled me!” The boy smiled widely, and Dan was almost intimidated by the sheer glow of cheerfulness in his grin, “My name is Phil!”
“Oh, uh sorry about that,” Dan mumbled, smiling back despite the mask that covered the bottom half of his face. “Here,” He offered a hand out to the boy to pull him up, and he took it gratefully.
“Thank you,” Phil said.
“No problem. What are you doing in this forest anyways?” Dan chuckled, “It can be dangerous… for someone who literally glows.” He added, mumbling the last part under his breath.
“Well, I was trying to find a plant, but then this squirrel chased me! It was so determined? Maybe it knows there are bigger plans for me in this forest,” Phil rambled, Dan trying his best not to laugh.
“A squirrel? Are you actually kidding me?” Dan giggled, pulling his mask down a little, “But aren’t you like… a forest elf? And you’re scared of a little squirrel?”
Phil beamed, “I know- I’m just a bit weird,” He shrugged. This guy was a complete goofball and Dan couldn’t lie, he was a little worried he was going to get himself killed in the Darker Forest.
“Anyway the plant you were looking for… what was it called?” He tried to spark up a conversation, intrigued at the strange elf.
“Oh! It’s called Sanitas Medela. They grow at the bases of trees like this one,” Phil smiled, gesturing to the tall tree they stood under.
“Did you try looking all around?” Dan questioned.
“I’ll be happy to help!” He offered. It beat patrolling any day.
Phil nodded gratefully, “That’d be amazing.”
Dan pulled his mask back up, following Phil as they began to hunt through the trees, Phil stopping to admire a particular leaf every few seconds.
“Look at this one!” He exclaimed, “The patterning is exquisite!” Dan giggled at Phil’s use of ‘exquisite’ to describe a leaf, and he glanced at the tree.
“It’s, uh, nice.” It was really just a leaf. A very average leaf.
“I know! Beautiful.” Phil smiled, plucking it from the tree and shoving it into his bag. “I think we’re nearby a grove of the tree the Sanitas Medela grows under- we should be able to find one there.”
“Perfect!” Dan smiled.
Phil had begun to talk again as they walked, but stopped mid-sentence, “But I don’t think it’s necessary- that’s one there!” Phil yelled excitedly, rushing to grab the small plant. It was a little underwhelming, Dan had to be honest. Basically just a green stick with some red dots at the end. Nothing special.
“That’s so lucky- these are rare,” Phil seemed so content that Dan couldn’t help but beam, “Thanks for your help…uh…”
“Oh, it’s Howell- but you can call me Dan I guess!” He said, pulling the hood of his cloak down and the mask along with it.
“Nice to meet you, Dan!”
“So, uh, what’s the plant for anyways?”
“It’s one of the best for healing the body,” Phil smiled down at it.
“Are you sick?” Dan questioned, feeling sick to his stomach with worry.
“Not me, but my-“ Phil stopped. His ears perked up at a noise from far away. A low growl, followed by the a cracking sound. Branches snapping. “Uh- what’s that,” He whispered nervously, fear forming in his eyes as he stared, scared, at Dan.
They both turned around. The beast stood, snuffling in the shadows, hidden partly by the trees. It’s great bull-like face showed no emotion but anger, and it’s eyes glowed a sinister red.
“Minotaur.” Dan said shortly, his fingers reaching down to grasp his dagger.
The Korean Duolingo is finally out. Korean learners and would-be learners have been going a bit crazy about it ever since… pretty much ever since it was announced! If you happen to hang around the Korean subreddit on Reddit, you would know that posts hyping the Korean Duo come up fairly often. I know a lot of people love Duolingo and have great expectations and high hopes for the Korean Duo. So, how does it do?
Have you ever had that feeling like you know you should feel disappointed but you just feel apathetic instead because you weren’t expecting enough to even be properly disappointed? That’s exactly how I feel about the Korean Duo. I had played around with the Japanese Duo and found a few errors and oddities and just a lack of good information about the grammar, to the point that if I hadn’t already had a little background in the language, I probably would have given up far longer before I did. I was expecting a similar outcome for the Korean Duo, but at the same time I really was hoping for the best because, while the amount of Korean learning resources available is increasing, there still just isn’t that much quality material out there. Korean Duo, unfortunately, is not quality material.
I’m just going to take you with me step-by-step through the first few levels (I’m writing this review as I go through them, though I will likely add in little notes and edits when I do my final post clean-up) so you can see what problems cropped up.
From the very starting stages, learning Hangul, it fails the learner. First of all, it uses romanization when it could very well just do a sound-symbol pairing… but I won’t waste space here complaining about why romanization is awful when I’ve already done that recently. From the beginning, there is no indication that Korean’s writing system, Hangul, is alphabetic. Instead, it gives you full syllables and you’re supposed to just intuit that there’s a certain formula to building those syllables because they sure don’t let you know. The way they present Hangul makes Korean look like it uses a syllabic writing system rather than an alphabetic one, and as I poked through the levels, I could just imagine some total Korean newbie writing every last syllable down with the romanization to try to remember them individually when they could learn Hangul a lot more efficiently in other ways. Also, some of the syllables that they gave, since they insisted on teaching Hangul with full syllables, could have been taught as vocab in their own right (꽃 flower is one example) but instead, it just had you matching “꽃” with romanization instead of connecting it to something meaningful :/
Another thing I didn’t like in the Hangul-learning levels (and just in general) was the awful robotic voice. If you want to teach people how to speak a language so they can, in theory, then go out and use it with other real humans, please use a real human voice for your recording! Especially in the Hangul-”learning” section, some of the vowels of the syllables sound really bad, and in general stringing sound files of words being read in isolation (once you get to making sentences) is not good when you want to approximate how people actually speak. Some of the sentences aren’t completely awful, but they’re still pretty awkward.
Picking up some words
Let’s move on… your first few words are “milk, child, raincoat, and doughnut” and then you get into this weird loanwords section. Maybe Duolinguo got some sponsorship or corporate backing, because after the four words previously mentioned, your next words are “Starbucks, McDonald’s, Samsung, and Hyundai” :] Never mind that the proper English translations “Samsung” and “Hyundai” don’t match the romanization that they just had you using to pair syllables with…?? So I can see a new learner getting confused about why “Samsung” isn’t 삼숭 and why “Hyundai” isn’t 현다이. The next section does give you more useful words, but I’m wondering why they didn’t just start with those in the first place.
Once you get out of all the Hangul-”learning” parts, you start with basics, which is simple “X is Y” sentences. They start with 하십시오체, which I will give them props for, but there is no mention of formality levels at all. Also, there is no explanation at all of the nature, usage, and meaning of particles… and they drop a lot of particles in Basics 1 and 2, including -이/가, -은/는, -와/과, and -에. Does something so vital to Korean grammar not deserve teaching? And there is no explanation of 이다 either—you are just given 입니다 as an attachment to nouns to remember that way. I suppose it does fall in line with Duolinguo’s method of just giving you chunks to learn, but that’s not an effective way to learn them at all, especially -이/가 vs -은/는.
On to Common Phrases… and suddenly we have both 하요체 and 해체/반말 mixed in with 하십시오체??? I had three questions in a row that went from “안녕하세요! 만나서 반갑습니다” to “환영합니다” to “고마워.” No explanation of formality levels, AGAIN. They do introduce 고맙습니다 in the same level but there’s no actual explanation of the importance of keeping your formality levels in check.
This is all the material covered up to the first checkpoint. Over the next few days I’ll work ahead more and maybe write a bit more on this, but I just wanted to test the first few levels to see if it provides a decent base for beginners to the Korean language. It falls far short of that, and I wouldn’t recommend that anyone with a serious interest in learning Korean use this as their starting point (if at all). Sorry, Duolingo!
I’ll leave you with what (I think?) was an attempt by the developers to be witty that just didn’t make it there.
Happy studying (just not with Korean Duo, please!)~
Warning: Angst little fluff I kinda cried a little writing it
You were only teenagers. You shouldn’t have done what you did.
Peter Parker, your crush since you could remember, asked you out, finally mid junior year. You thought you’d bounce off the walls. He was so cute, his smile so bright and relief filled when you said yes. Was there really any wonder you fell for him in the first place?
Two years. Two amazing, wonderful years you dated him. He was the sweetest boyfriend ever. It wasn’t perfect all the time, nothing ever is, but it was as close as you thought possible. The dates were never big except on birthdays or anniversaries. They mostly consisted of movies at home, homemade meals, grabbing take out to go on a picnic, or cuddle sessions sometimes during movies. It didn’t matter what you did together. You were together, that’s what mattered.
Right after graduation, he proposed to you. It felt like when he first asked you out. You said yes, obviously.
Then, college happened. He still had the “internship” (you knew about that since you guys started dating) along with classes, so you rarely had time to be together, except for days off and school breaks.
And, one day, the break got steamy.
You were both nineteen, been dating for almost three years. You thought it was overdue, but maybe it’d help him relieve stress.
That worked, too well.
Peter left during summer vacation, telling you the Avengers had a huge problem that he had to help with. While it wasn’t common for him to be called in a lot now (Tony wanted him to focus on school more), you knew by the look in his eyes he had to go. He wanted to help save the world. The next day, you kiss him, tell him to be safe, and start praying to anyone to bring him back safe.
Three days later find you heaving into the toilet. Since it was school break, Peter’s aunt, May, let you stay with her in Peter’s room. She held your hair back, but you couldn’t help thinking it should be Peter there instead.
“Honey, do you feel okay?” May asked you quietly, rubbing your back as you use a wet rag to clean your face from the sweat.
“I…I don’t know, May…I don’t feel like I’m sick, but…I don’t know. I miss Peter. Could that be it?”
She pressed a hand against your forehead and shook her head. “No fever, so maybe it’s a stomach bug. Should go away in a few days.”
You nodded, taking her advice to nibble on some crackers, drink some soft drinks, and rest. When you didn’t stop getting sick every morning, and sometimes more during the day, she drove you to the doctor’s office. You were both stunned when the doctor revealed you were pregnant.
Pregnant. You were having Peter’s child. And he wasn’t here to know.
You spent the rest of the day locked in his room crying on his bed, finding photos he’d taken of you and others someone else had taken of both of you. There were even a few you took, though they weren’t nearly as good as his. One was him trying to wrestle the camera out of your hand, another was him laughing with an adorable nose scrunch.
God, you missed him
You were three months along when you heard news that the Avengers were back in New York and you hailed the first cab you could to go to Stark Tower. You were barely showing through Peter’s old sweatshirt, which is why you were wearing it then. The Avengers were just heading inside, but you yell out at them and stop them. Tony recognized you first, Peter brought you around a couple times to the lab. You saw his face drop as he wasn’t in his suit, which only made your heart drop as well.
“Mr. Stark?” you asked softly, clasping your hands together as some of his team stop to look at you.
“Where is he? Where’s Peter?” you asked so only he could hear you.
He stayed deathly quiet until it hit you. Peter wasn’t there. He wasn’t going to be there.
He was never coming back home to you.
“I’m sorry, miss. We tried to tell him it was too dangerous, that we were regrouping, but he wouldn’t listen. He was determined to finish the mission and…come home to you.”
One hand covered your mouth as the other arm wrapped around your stomach. You felt ill, but it wasn’t baby ill. All you could think about was how badly he must’ve tried to come back, to fight as hard as he could to just get it done with.
Tony reached into his back pocket and pulled out Peter’s mask, holding it out to you. “He wanted you to have it. To have something of his.”
You choked on a sob as you took it, holding it to your chest. Tony scratched the back of his head awkwardly, feeling extremely bad for telling you you had lost the love of your life. He had his own chauffer to drive you home since you couldn’t put the mask away and it’d be weird for other people to see you with Spider-Man’s mask.
May opened the door to see you bawling, holding the mask. She pulled you into a tight hug and pulled you inside, hushing you softly to calm you down. You sobbed against her, wanting nothing to do with life for the rest of your life. Then you remembered the child inside of you and you, with May’s help, pulled yourself together enough to function.
Which is why you’re currently sitting with your back against a stone outside, the grass tickling your legs, a new ultrasound in hand. You smile softly as you trace the outline of your baby, then your fingers skip over to the outline of the other baby nearly hidden behind the first.
“I bet you’re tired of me coming by and talking about this every couple days or weeks,” you whisper to yourself, tipping your head back to look at the sky. “I just can’t help it. I’m scared, but also excited. I mean, there’s twins, Pete. Can you believe it?” You laugh softly, tucking the picture back into your pocket.
Your hands trace the now noticeable stretch of your stomach. How you wish he was here with you.
“I was thinking of names, you know?” your voice sounds small even to yourself. “And…I wanted to name one Ben. Well, Benjamin. But call him Ben. I think you would’ve liked that.” You take a deep breath to keep your voice even. “Benjamin Peter Parker. It sounds really cute. I also found out that they’re twin boys, so…the other one is Michael Scott Parker. Um, Aunt May came up with Scott, but…Michael was my dad. You know what happened with that. A-anyway…yeah. I’m giving them your last name.”
Wiping some of the tears that had streaked your cheeks without you knowing. It hurt. It really did. All that you’d ever hoped for was a life with your crush, your boyfriend, your fiancé. The father of your twins. You let out a quiet sob as you turn to look at the headstone you’d been leaning against, tracing the name on it. “I don’t even know where the Avengers had you buried…if I knew that…I might have closure…but I can’t ask Stark again. I can’t face him after what he told me.” You lean your head against the cold stone, almost imagining it as Peter, holding you close. “I miss you…my hero…I wish you didn’t have to be one…you’re amazing, Pete. I hate that you had to be a hero like that…”
You sit up, resting your hands on your stomach to feel one of them kick gently, a small smile gracing your lips. “I love you. Always will. Thank you for everything you’ve ever down for me, Peter…I won’t let you down. I promise you and these boys. Plus, I have your aunt. That’s how I know they’ll be amazing…because she raised you.”
You press a small kiss to the headstone before standing up and walking back to your car, wiping off the rest of the tears off your cheeks. You can do this. You have to do this for Peter.
You don’t even notice or feel the eyes following you as you leave the cemetery.
You were teenagers and you shouldn’t have done it, but you wouldn’t change it at all. Your mistake turned into a miracle. And that’s how it’s staying for you.
Tell me if I should do a part two cuz I got an idea for it!!! Also, if you wanna be tagged, shoot me an ask!
Genre: Do I write anything that isn’t smut? The answer is no.
Summary: Look up from your books once in a while. A good dick down might be on the other side.
Word count: 4,267
A/N: I’m appalled at the lack of Hoseok smut so I thought I’d polish this piece I had about him and post that. Enjoy! Feel free to request stuff as well.
at the silver and pink watch on your wrist as you typed continuously onto your
laptop. You sighed deeply as you pressed enter to switch line. This essay was
taking so long to write and you could feel all your focus slip away, tiredness
taking over in heavy presses on your eyelids. You met eyes with your charming
boyfriend on the other side of the table. He smiled at you sweetly before
looking back down at his papers. Unlike you, he was enjoying himself, writing
lyrics and listening to some music on his laptop, calmly sipping a warm cup of
tea. You glanced to your left and reached for your nth cup of coffee promptly
sitting atop a messy pile of books. You tilted it. Empty. A sigh made its way
between your dry lips and soon enough your cold hands found their way back onto
your keyboard, resting lifeless on the keys.
You were so
focused on getting this paper done that you didn’t notice Hoseok getting up to
make you another warm drink. His presence lurked tall behind your back as his
left arm entered your peripherals, putting a black mug down on the table,
making sure to push away all your scattered papers. He grabbed your other mug
under your soft stare. You lazily reached for the new drink and brought it up
to your mouth.
you Hobi.” you murmured.
He put the
other mug in the sink before standing behind you again, his gentle hands on
your shoulders, massaging the sore muscles. You took a long awaited sip. Hm… Chocolate?
that’s hot chocolate.” you whined cutely.
Hey I've read both of your Jughead leaving when Betty was pregnant fics and I don't know if you were planning on writing more but I would love it if you did. I think they're awesome and would love to read more!!
Sure! ThNks so much! Part 2:https://bughead4days.tumblr.com/post/160936781806/hi-this-may-sounds-weird-but-i-just-read-your-fic !
Betty stared at her reflection in the mirror, tugging on the soft white, strapless dress and playing with her silky blonde curls. Pregnancy had been good to Betty, her skin was smoother than ever and her hair was down to her back. She thanked god for the fact that she was able to lose the baby weight so fast, she was lucky, she knew that and she had her amazing son to thank for it. Another one of the amazing things he brought into her life.
“You look amazing. Stop messing with your hair. he’s gonna regret the day he walked out of that door.” Veronica came to stand behind Betty, placing her hands on her shoulders and resting her chin close to her face. Relaxing into her best friends embrace she sighed, her fingers smoothing down the dress.
“I feel like I’m back in highschool all over again, like I’m going to meet him for our Friday night dates at Pops.” Betty sighed miserably. “I don’t even know why I’m putting any effort into this, he left once, he’s just gonna leave again.”
Veronica shook her head
“Not this time B, I swear to god if he leaves you and Hunter I will personally have daddy track down the son of a ….” she trailed off at the sound of little feet scampering into the bedroom and crawling onto the bed. Hunter crossed his legs and sat comfortably, holding his stuffed white sheepdog and looking in awe at his mother.
“Look pretty mama.” He reached a chubby little hand out, still clutching the dog. Betty walked towards him and kissed his open palm before kissing the dingy white toy.
“What does hotdog think? Am I the cats meow?” Betty wiggled her eyebrows and spun around, putting on a show for her little man.
Hunter clapped his hands and barked, giggling and grinning.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Nerves forgotten for the time being as she took comfort in her favorite boys laughter.
“I hate to break up the fashion show, but it’s quarter to six. You might wanna get going.” Veronica shrugged carelessly “or you can skip it, forget he ever came here and order takeout.” She grinned wickedly.
Alice Cooper walked through the door at that exact moment and instantly began cooing at the two year old clutched in Betty’s arms
“Go on Elizabeth, destiny waits.” She plucked Hunter from Betty and headed for the kitchen.
Rolling her eyes, Betty grabbed her purse and walked through the front door, waving at Verona and driving off in her mini van (it was much cooler than a mom van and she used it to deliver flowers, Thankyou very much)
She arrived at Pops in no time at all, instantly heading for the door, if she stopped to think she would turn right back around.
It was almost too much to handle, there he was tucked in his regular booth, sleeves of his denim jacket rolled up and a familiar slump to his posture, his eyes lit up when she walked in and she remembered a familiar sight three years ago on prom night.
Shaking her shoulders she slid into the booth across from him
“Hello.” She tried to come off as uninterested but the way he was staring at her made her breathing slow and her heart race.
“Hey bets.” His voice was cautious and shaky as he slid the vanilla milkshake towards her.
Betty looked down at the drink and sighed, here goes nothing.
Finally getting to look at her fully, She looked like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, her bright green eyes were something he had never forgotten, but to see them again in person was almost surreal, his eyes lingered on her honey blonde hair, it was longer now and he physically had to grip the table to keep from running his fingers through it. Finally his eyes dipped lower, taking in all of her new curves, he remembered a time where he knew her body like the back of his hand but now.. now there were new dips and lines and deliciously soft skin, the familiar scent of vanilla and peaches invaded his senses and his eyes nearly rolled back. She was everything he remembered and so much more.
“You wanted to talk?” The sugar sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts and he drew his eyes back up to hers.
He nodded, taking a shallow breath before he began
“We had plans, you and I, we were going to go New York, become a journalistic duo, move in together, be a family.” He glanced up, his eyes catching the watery ones of Betty’s
“You don’t have to remind me Jughead, I know exactly what our plans were.” Her voice was small and she cursed herself for letting him get to her.
“Just listen, please. We had these plans and they were everything I could have wanted, hell you could have told me you wanted to join a cult in Utah and I would have gone along, because you would have been there. All I wanted was you.” He cleared his throat, willing the emotion to stay back until after he was done.
“But you left me. I was all you wanted and you left me.” There was a bitterness to her voice now and Jughead shook his head
“I didn’t want to leave, I did everything I could but it was too late. He found out, he found out about our plans, about us. and he made me go.i never would have left you and then.. you were pregnant.. you were all alone and I was gone..” he mumbled the last part.. the guilt was pushing down on his chest and he found it hard to breathe, his teeth ground into themselves and his knuckles turned white when suddenly he felt a warm hand cover his own.
“Who made you leave? Who found out?” Betty’s soft voice tore him from his internal fight and he finally caught her eyes
“Your dad Betty. Hal found out.”
Betty ripped her hand from his, putting it to her own heart
“My dad? What.. what do you mean?”
Jughead reached for her again, before dropping in on the table and continuing
“He found out that we were leaving together, he threatened my fathers job, he threatened to frame me for robbery, he was going to get me locked up, but still I didn’t care, I was going to fight it but then.. he told he would send you away, send you to the place they sent Polly, I didn’t know what he meant, I didn’t know what he was talking about but now I do.. he must have found out you were pregnant, he was going to send you to the sisters.. even though I didn’t know, I believed him, I thought if I left it would be better for everyone. I left the night he came to talk to me and I didn’t look back, god I wanted too, but if I looked back… I would have come running right back to you.”
Tears were streaming down both of their faces now and Betty gasped slightly, taking a shuddery breath and whispering
“You could have come to me, we could have fought this together, you know I would have been by your side. I would never leave you, no matter what. I know you think you were doing what was best for me but I was alone. I had no one. Until Hunter, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and.. I feel bad for you… I feel bad that you missed him growing up, you would have been a great father.” She looked away, her arms coming to protect herself as she hid inside herself
“I’m here now. I know it’s not the same and I know it’s nowhere near enough but I’m here.” Jughead begged desperately, tears falling in heavy drops onto the metal diner table “I can be his father, I can be there for him, I can be there for you. Betty… I love you, I never stopped and I never will.” He gripped her hands, pulling her eyes towards his.
Feeling her resolve weakening she whimpered
“I meant what I said about us not needing you.” She said lamely
“I know that, but.. I need you. I need you and I need my son. Please Betty.. let me be here.”
Looking deep into the stormy blue eyes she had grown so familiar with throughout her childhood, she opened her mouth to speak.
Archie, Veronica and Kevin arrived at their booth at that exact moment, and the bubble they had been in popped, Betty pulling her hands free as Kevin slid in beside her.
Jughead was still staring intently at her, waiting an answer. Giving him a quick glance she let him know, this wasn’t over.
Three years ago I was dealing with a bout of depression. It was not unusual, I’ve had depression and anxiety for almost as long as I can remember. But this bout followed my thirtieth birthday. I was not upset about turning thirty. I did not think my life was over or that my youth was behind me. Rather, I was in the middle of an amazing year full of the freedom that came with stepping away from religious oppression, finding my own faith and defining what that meant to me, and coming off of a year of painful fertility drugs and the decision not to continue treatment. I’d honestly never felt better.
And yet … depression.
I got that apathetic kind of depression where nothing seems fun or exciting or even remotely attention grabbing enough to pull me out of bed. I was just … stuck. I was missing something.
As I do when I’m in a depression, I binged watched things. On a random Saturday, I stumbled upon Deathly Hallows Part One playing on ABC Family, likely during one of their marathons.
“God I forgot how much I fucking love these movies.”
I’d seen almost every one in theatre. He-Man had read the books religiously (and even worked at a book store during the release of the first few). I knew the general plot because he is utterly incapable of NOT sharing things with me when he’s reading. So when the movies came out, of course we went. He fumed and fumed in his seat over missing characters and twisted plotlines, and I laughed and laughed until some random kid behind me loudly whispered to his friend “That’s the one that dies at the end” when Cedric Diggory first appeared on screen. (Seriously. WTF, you little brat?)
Rather than read the books, I’d spent time playing on Pottermore and the wiki pages learning ingredients to potions and the etymology behind the spells. I loved the world that JKR created, but I suck when it comes to reading fiction. My attention span (especially in my twenties) was garbage.
So in the last week of June 2014, I borrowed my mother-in-law’s DVDs of the movies and binged them all. I laughed, I cried, I FELT something for the first time in weeks. Emotions. Feeling. Life. Magic.
“I want to read the books now. I need to read the books.”
So I read them. I read several chapters every night out loud while my husband played video games. I laughed when he cried. He laughed when I cried. I did voices, and we argued over exactly how pompous Lockhart should sound. I gasped during parts that were not in the movies. “Why is Molly being such a bitch to Sirius?” “Wait, who are all these other elves?” “Dumbledore’s a shit. I’m glad he’s dead!” “OMG Tonks. OMG Fred. OMG Remus. OMG I hate this so much.”
And I loved it.
I loved it so much.
I felt like an addict waiting for my husband to get home each night so I could keep reading. I begged him, “Just two more chapters. I’m almost done with this book!” even as I LITERALLY lost my voice in the middle of Deathly Hallows.
Then, like magic, I remembered that the story didn’t have to end. I’d been RPing written stories with friends for two decades, and I’d stumbled into fanfiction from time to time. So I knew what sites to go to.
I read epilogue continuations first. I wanted to know what happened after. Then I thought, “I wonder what if …?” And I fell head first into the deep end of Dramione, Marauders, and a crap ton of Marriage Law and Time-Turner fics.
“I have an idea. I want to be apart of this. I think I have a story in me.”
And three years later, I have a life. A hobby. A PASSION. I’ve made amazing friends, rebuilt a really fucked up self esteem and sense of pride, learned a lot about grammar and story structure, and helped to add building blocks to a fandom that saved me.
I can’t believe it’s been three years.
Thank you all, for some of the best three years of my life.
“Are you even listening to me?” Daniel questioned as he noticed that your attention was no longer on him. Your eyes had found their way across the room to where Jack and Aspen were. Your eyes held pain as a frown had been sketched onto your face.
“Sorry.” You mumbled realizing Daniel had been talking to you. You diverted your eyes back to Daniel who had a look of pity on his face. Daniel had known for a while that you had feelings for Jack but he couldn’t convince you to confess.
“Don’t give me that look.” You whispered making Daniel pull a confused face.
“The ‘I feel bad that you won’t tell him’ face? Sorry, it’s become an everyday facial expression.” Daniel retorted receiving a slap on the arm.
“He clearly likes Aspen, I mean look at him.” You whispered gesturing towards Jack and Aspen who were both looking down at Jack’s phone. They were unusually close and you had to admit it bothered you a lot.
“Sorry love, you know I’m always here for you.” Daniel chuckled as he pulled you into a hug. You gave your best friend a smile before looking down at your lap. Daniel couldn’t see your face but he could tell it was bothering you.
“Does it bother you that much?” Daniel asked making you nod.
“Okay, I have an idea. Hopefully, it won’t be as awkward as it seems in my head. Just go along yeah?” Daniel whispered making you pull a confused face. Nodding, you waited for Daniel to explain what he was thinking.
“Okay here goes nothing.” Daniel mumbled softly grabbing onto you as he pulled you onto his lap. You gave him a hesitant smile when his arms wrapped around your waist grabbing onto your lower back.
“Is he looking?” You asked quietly leaning your forehead against Daniel’s. He diverted his eyes looking part your head before looking back at you.
“He looks confused.” Daniel responded with a small smile covering his lower face.
“Want him to be jealous?” You slowly nodded your head wondering what Daniel had in mind. Your questions were answered once he pulled your head closer to his softly pressing a kiss to your lips. You had to admit this was weird since you and Daniel had never had feelings for each other, you were always best friends. The kiss was brief, not lasting too long but long enough for Jack to notice.
“Come on Aspen, let’s go to my room.” You heard Jack from behind as Aspen let out a small scoff. Daniel watched his friend leave the living room with a small frown on his face. You gave him a half smile before getting off of his lap and sitting in your spot.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered into your hair as he gave you a hug. Closing your eyes, you tried to suppress the tears that were threatening to spill. Daniel noticed letting out a harsh sigh as he watched you.
“Who don’t you go out for a swim? That always makes you feel better.” Offering a smile, you pushed yourself off of the couch not wanting to bother Daniel with your feelings. Finding your way to the backyard, you looked down around to make sure you were alone before stripping of your sweats.
“Stupid feelings.” You mumbled tossing the top and pants to the side before sitting at the edge of the pool. A soft shiver found its way up your thighs as the cool Californian breeze hit you. You had to admit you loved swimming no matter the weather.
“Oh, I can leave.” You heard Jack mumble from behind you. You let out a scoff scooting your way closer to the pool edge getting ready to sink into the cool water.
“It doesn’t matter anyways, thought you were with Aspen.” You retorted not wanting to look at the curly haired brunette. You heard shuffling as he sat down on the grass staring at your backside.
“Thought you were kissing Daniel.” You frowned staring down at the clear water as he padded through it thinking of his response. Why would he care about what you were doing?
“Whomever I kiss doesn’t concern you Jack.” You whispered wiping at the stray tears before turning to face him. You weren’t crying because you were hurt he chose another girl over you, you were crying because you were so frustrated chasing after a boy who didn’t even look your way.
“It does actually.” You gave a frown confused on where Jack was coming from.
“How does it concern you?”
“I care about you. You just don’t see it.” He let out sounding quite done with you.
“I don’t see it?! I don’t?! Of all people, you’re the one who doesn’t see shit.” You shouted splashing water as you frustratingly confronted Jack.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jack mumbled running a hand through his mop of curls. If the both of you weren’t fighting, you’d be a mess over that small action.
“So you’re telling me all those times when I stared at you longingly when I looked hurt when you spend time with Aspen, when it broke me to not see you for days on end since you couldn’t be bothered with seeing me. You didn’t see that I cared Jack, you never saw it.” You angrily exclaimed frustrated with the thought of Jack being blind to this whole situation.
“What do you mean? You were just all up on Dani-”
“To get your fucking attention, you dimwit. Jack, I care about you, a lot. You just never saw it.” You whispered cursing yourself when you felt small tears coming on.
“Oh.” Your eyes widened hearing the one worded response.
“Oh? Oh is all you have to say? I literally just told you I’m in love with you and all you have to say is oh?” You ranted leaning against the pool edge.
“You didn’t say that.” Jack mumbled with a small smile as he scooted closer to where you were. You gave him a confused look as you didn’t know what he meant.
“That you love me.” Jack said getting closer to you. Your breathing escalated as he got closer to you, so close you could feel his light breaths on your cheek.
“Oh.” You responded feeling flushed when Jack laid his hand on your cheek, pulling you a little closer.
“Well I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while but I saw you with Daniel. I really like you, a lot. Maybe even love you but we’ll get there.” Jack mumbled sheepishly making you let out a small laugh.
“Jack Avery, are you asking me out?” You questioned raising an eyebrow at the curly haired brunette.
“Are you denying me of your love?” Jack inquired teasingly.
“No, it’s all yours.” With that said, Jack happily pulled you into a kiss, one that you had been waiting for for so long. The both of you pulled away when you heard soft ruffling rustling coming from the bushes.
“Move your fat-ass Zach.” Daniel complained making the both of you stifle a laugh.
“Did you even get the picture, Jonah? Look now they know we’re here, they stopped kissing.” Corbyn whined standing up from where they were hiding. The other boys followed suit, all except for Daniel who was still complaining to Zach.
“Can’t we kiss in private?” You asked giving the boys a playful glare.
“Can’t we marvel at our handiwork?”
|I’m so sorry this took so long for me to post omfg I’m so sorry lovelies. SEND IN REQUESTS|
Really, the best thing to ever happen to Beacon Hills High School was Stiles Stilinski. He was a star pupil. The very best in his class. Student of the Month year round. On the fast track to Harvard. And outshined all the other kids in his class with his pure awesomeness on a daily basis to the point where it was downright embarrassing. He didn’t want to jinx it but he was pretty much a shoo-in for valedictorian. Sorry, Lydia Martin! And he never caused any trouble at all. Not ever.
“DETENTION AGAIN, MR. STILINSKI!”
Did he mention he was every teacher’s darling?
Stiles stood at his locker after the last bell and frowned down at the all too familiar pink slip in his hand, questioning why the world was so unfair. Sure, most of these infractions were one-hundred percent his own doing, but in his defense, Harris had made two very implausible and inaccurate statements in the same class period, basically begging Stiles to make a mockery out of him in front of everyone. Stiles just hoped Harvard recognized what a scholarly and academically enriching extra-curricular activity detention could be.
“Seriously, another one?” A voice behind him said. A voice that Stiles had not been expecting seeing as he was the only one left in the hall. The voice also sounded highly amused when Stiles jumped and shrieked then whirled around in surprise.
“Jeez!” Stiles said, clutching his heart. “Can we make noises before we scare people to death? Heavy breathing! Tap dancing! Anything would be great!”
There wasn’t an ounce of guilt on Derek’s ridiculously handsome face and Stiles couldn’t even pretend to stay mad. He should be used to this by now. Derek liked to sneak up on him when he least expected it all the time. Which made sense seeing as he was Derek’s concubine. Sneaking around just happened to be a very essential part of their deep dark secret relationship.
The halls were empty but Stiles still checked to make sure they were safe. It was too risky if anyone saw them. Derek was the super popular basketball god and his social status would perish if he were to be associated with Stiles, the school’s biggest loser. Some would even liken it to the fall of Rome.
“Don’t you have practice?” Stiles asked, letting Derek press him up against the lockers anyway, his arms hanging loosely around Derek’s neck.
“I can skip it,” Derek murmured, nibbling on his ear.
“But it’s tryouts and you’re co-captain,” Stiles noted.
Derek lifted his head at that, pursing his lips. “You know, I’ve been meaning to quit basketball.”
Stiles leveled him a flat look. “You are not quitting basketball just so you can make out with me.”
“Why not?” Derek pouted, brushing the tips of their noses together. “I’ve decided that this is a much better use of my time.”
"I cut my finger too deep while cooking but I don't want to go to the hospital and you're the med student who lives in the apartment across from mine; why can't you just stitch it up?" for sprace or javid? also can you tag @dailyau in the post? the prompt is from them) 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞
This is a real old prompt so I’m so sorry it took so long! But thank you for passing it on from @dailyau. Also the working title for this in my saved documents is ‘noodles’…
Content warning for minimal gore, but there’s quite a few mentions of blood and cuts.
Davey was colour coding notes when a knock on the door
sounded. He wasn’t expecting visitors at 2am so his first instinct was to ignore
it, but then the knocking sounded again and who disturbed someone at that time
of night unless there was a problem. Sighing at the disruption, Davey pushed
his textbook off his lap and laid his highlighters on top of it so he could answer
“What on Earth-?!”
The last thing he expected was the cute boy from across the
hall standing on his doorstep cradling his hand against his chest. That wasn’t
so bad, but then the boy – Jack, maybe? – moved his hand and there was a lot of
“So I was making noodles and-” Jack started
sheepishly, but Davey wasn’t having any of it.
I’ve never written dragons before so this was interesting. Also interesting?? the way it ended up being something i never intended to write, but I hope you like it!!
“Your dragon ate my rooster!”
The short young woman stared up at Lance, gaze sharp and fierce enough that he resisted the urge to shrink away from it.
Instead, he glanced down at where Ariel curled her serpentine body around his ankles. She looked up at him, yellow eyes gleaming, and uttered a soft hiss. “Did you really go that far yesterday?” Lance asked, surprised. The day before was the first time he’d dared to allow his fledgling dragon out alone, without realizing she would venture as far as the next farm downriver.
Ariel burped, a single brown feather falling from her jaws.
i just loved the first part enough to make a second part so who knows??? maybe I’ll make it into a little series
Eren really hated himself sometimes. Mostly for the fact that he would sit at his bedroom window on the second floor and ogle at his best friend’s dad who—luckily for Eren—lived across the street.
He couldn’t help it! Mr. Ackerman just looked really good with his shirt clung tightly to his muscled torso; the torso that Eren wanted to do nothing to except explore with his hands and maybe (definitely) tongue. Honestly, the man could wear a fucking trash bag and Eren would cream his pants.
A sigh left his mouth, one of irritation towards himself for continuing to pine over a man who was twice his age. But he remained at the window. Watching Levi’s every move.
He groaned to himself as he heard his mother call him from downstairs, head tipping back.
“Coming!” When he looked back at the window, he ducked immediately when he noticed Levi looking in his direction, more like, directly at his window.
His heart was pounding in his chest, waiting for a few more moments before peeking out over the edge of the windowsill. A rather large sigh of relief left his mouth once he noticed that Levi’s attention wasn’t on his window anymore and he stood up to make his way down the stairs.
Eren narrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he noticed Mikasa sitting at the bar in their kitchen, chatting with his mother.
“Wow, nice to see you too,” she jabbed.
“Just wasn’t expecting to see you here?” He walked over, ruffling her hair before wrapping his arm around her shoulder in a halfhearted hug. “Why are you here?”
She shrugged, sipping at the juice that his mother had placed in front of her.
“She came over to see if you were awake and then I got a call from work,” she turned around, setting her coffee mug on the counter as she stirred it, “and your father and I were asked last minute to attend a conference for his work.”
Eren raised his eyebrows, knowing where this was going and he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t already packed (he may or may not have an overnight always packed and ready to stay the night at her house).
“So you want me to stay with Mikasa this weekend because you don’t exactly trust me—”
“Not after the last time you stayed home alone.”
Mikasa snickered as Eren’s jaw dropped, words trying to come out in his defense. “That was an accident!”
She chuckled, her smile warm and genuine as it always is. “But, yeah, it’s fine. I’m sure your dad won’t mind, right?”
Mikasa shook her head, sliding off the stool to place her glass in the sink before giving Carla a hug. “He’s never had a problem with you staying the night before. It’s not like you’re some stranger and not my best friend.”
They made their way upstairs, Mikasa accusing him of watching her dad from his window to which he continuously denied—but they both knew he was a terrible liar—and she eventually quit. It didn’t help as his face lit up with a bright pink which he was forced to hide by shoving his face in his closet as he “searched” for more clothes for his already full duffel bag.
“Behave yourself,” his mother said as they made their way back downstairs and she kissed his cheek. “I’ll call you tonight.”
“I know, I know.” He waved her off, giving a smile and wave as he followed Mikasa outside.
Levi looked up as they crossed the street, tossing the gross looking hand towel to the side so that he could place his hands on his hips.
“Eren is staying the weekend. His parents are going out of town and they don’t trust him to be alone after—ow!”
He cut her off with an elbow to the side, much worth the deathly sideways glare. Levi looked between the two of them, meticulous eyebrows raised in question.
“Yeah, sure. Eren can stay the night. Thanks so much for asking.”
She rolled her eyes, elbowing Eren back as she walked past him. So he offered a pained and awkward smile to the older man, giving a nod.
Levi smiled at him, Eren’s chest feeling as though it was going to explode at the gesture. “Don’t worry ‘bout it kid. Not like it’s the first time you’ve crashed here. And you’re no stranger.” Eren didn’t know what to do with himself, this being the longest conversation with the man he had been way too in love with for way too long as he admired him from his window across the street (okay that really does make him sound like a stalker, Mikasa has a point).
“But,” if Eren had ears like a dog, they would have perked up immediately. He picked up the difference in his tone. “I will have to put you to work.”
Eren had to be dreaming. He had to be in some kind of daydream because Levi certainly did not just check him out and certainly did not just smirk at Eren.
“Can you do that for me?” His tone was almost raspy, breathy. As if he was hiding something else behind his words that he wanted Eren to pick up on.
“U-uh, yeah. Yeah o-of course,” he stuttered like an idiot. “This is your house. Do with me what you want.” He wanted to smack himself and then melt into the ground to disappear forever after saying that.
He really needed to put a filter on his mouth.
Levi chuckled, low in his chest and his smirk was back but this time it was accompanied with—what Eren thought was—a wink.
“I’ll hold you to your words.”
“You can hold me against anything,” Eren muttered to himself, turning around on his heels and rushing inside after Mikasa before Levi could say anything else.
He wasn’t sure that he was going to live through the weekend.
Description - You catch Jonah cheating and the boys all knew about it.
Warning: Jonah being an asshole, angst?, swearing
Jack and Zach sat on stools surrounding the island in their kitchen, the laptop decked before then opened up to a YouNow tab. They hadn’t started a session yet, both being too busy laughing and goofing around with each other.
Behind them, in one corner of the kitchen where a seating booth was placed, you and Jonah sat with each other - more so on each other. Jonah’s back was pressed against one side of the booth as he sat horizontally on the couch. You sat on his leg that was rested up on the couch-like seating as his left arm stays secured around your waist, holding you against him. His right hand held his phone as he went browsing through it, and you scrolled through Instagram with your head sorted slightly in the crook of his neck.
Edmund x Reader : "What does he have that I don't?"
Author’s Note: HIIIIII. Another imagine whoop i hope this makes up for the last two shitty ones I wrote haha. I’m quite proud of this one and I worked hard on it so yeah. Anyways, ignore weird weird mistakes and typos. Enjoy! -Gaby :)
Setting: Modern AU
Word Count: 1,175
Warning: aNGST and like, two swear words, I think.
“Hi.” A pair of hands cover Y/N’s eyes, making her roll her eyes yet laugh at the same time.
“Eddddd.” She whines, as said person removes his hands from her eyes. She turns around to look at him, grinning widely as he smiles back at her.
“What’s up?” Edmund asks Y/N, walking around the bench she was currently sitting on to sit beside her. He leans over to see Y/N texting an unknown number. She shields her phone from his view, smirking.
“Really? Can I meet no one, then?”
“Ha, ha. Very funny, Ed.”
Her phone makes a ding sound, and she breaks her gaze from Ed to unlock her phone. Her face lights up and her fingers start typing back a reply. Edmund’s smile falters; who could she be talking to? Why does that person seem more important than him, Y/N’s very own best friend? Oh no, could it be another guy?
Y/N hits send, locking her phone and dropping it in her lap. She turns to look at Ed, who looks a bit down. She frowns.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Edmund looks up at her, shaking his head as he quickly plasters a fake smile on his face.
“Want to tell me who it is you’re texting, now?” He asks, smiling. You see, Edmund had gotten very good at this; faking his smile. Hiding his true feelings.
Y/N blushes a deep shade of red, and Edmund knows right away that it’s another guy. He clenches and unclenches his fist, maintaining the fake smile on his face.
“From Music class?”
Y/N nods, smiling. Edmund stays silent, still smiling at her and she takes that as her cue to continue, even though Edmund wants anything but her elaborating her relationship with Harry.
“He, uh. He asked me out on a date this Friday, and to the dance next week.” She bites her lip, looking at Edmund. His smile disappears, and he frowns. Y/N frowns too.
“We have plans this Friday, remember? It’s movie night with me and my siblings. And I thought we were already going together for the dance?”
Y/N inhales sharply, wringing her hands.
“Uh, yeah, um. I think I’ll pass this Friday. And we’ve never went to the dance together before so it won’t be any different than last year and the years before that.”
“But you never miss movie night!” Edmund says, his voice growing a bit louder.
“And we’ve talked about going together for months, and now you want to bail on me?” Edmund says, standing up. His emotions got the best of him; it never happened. Until now, of course.
“I’ve liked Harry since last year and you know that! I don’t know why this is all such a big deal for you!” Y/N stands up as well, raising her voice.
In his anger and frustration, Edmund hits the tree behind the bench they were sitting on, and growls. Y/N jumps back slightly, shocked at his actions. He runs a hand through his hair. He could feel this burning sensation in his chest, something that only happened when he was deeply hurt or affected by the situation. His breathing becomes ragged, and he can feel all the words he’s been wanting to say since forever at the tip of his tongue, begging to be said.
“Dammit, Y/N! You don’t know, do you? You can’t fucking see it, can you? You know why this is such a big deal for me? It’s because I love you! I’ve loved you for so long but you can’t seem to see that! I don’t when, or how, or why, but at some point in my life, I woke up, and realized that I loved you. I fell for you, hard. It hurt watching you with all those other guys. It hurt watching you cry your heart out for guys that didn’t deserve your heart, your love, and your tears. It hurt watching you look at yourself in the mirror, wondering what was wrong with you when in fact, nothing was and nothing is because you’re perfect with all your flaws and imperfections. But most of all, it hurt because I was your best friend and that’s all I could ever be. I was never an option to begin with. Tell me, Y/N. What is it about all those other guys that you keep falling for guys like them and not for guys like me? What did Harry do to make you like him? What does he have that I don’t? Please tell me, because it is driving me insane. Please…” Edmund says, whispering the last part. He had tears in his eyes, and he was trying so hard to hold it in because he didn’t want her to see him cry. He knew that she didn’t like it when she made people cry.
Y/N just stared at him, shocked at his sudden confession. She had tears in her eyes too.
Edmund took her silence as rejection.
He wipes the tears away, chuckling bitterly.
“You know what? I know exactly what Harry has that I don’t. He has your heart.” Edmund says, and gathers his things on the bench.
“I-I…Ed. Wait, I. Edmund, I..uh,” Y/N stutters, not being able to get a proper sentence out. Edmund looks at her for a second before shaking his head sadly.
She steps closer to him, and he moves three steps back, moving farther from her.
“Good bye, Y/N. Good luck with Harry. I hope you end up with him.” He says sincerely, and turns on his heel, walking farther and farther away from his best friend and the girl he loves the most.
She bites her lower lip, trying to hold back the sobs, but she can’t. She sits back down on the bench, defeated. She covers her face in her hands, crying. You see, after Edmund’s confession, it’s then that she realizes that she loves him, too. All those feelings she had for Edmund were always pushed to the side since she didn’t know they were actually feelings for him and she always convinced herself that they weren’t for Edmund and that he didn’t feel the same way. Seeing Edmund walk away from her hurt so much, but what hurt more was his good bye. Edmund never said good bye since it made things seem final, so he always said ‘see you later’ or ‘until next time.’ It hurt when he bid her good bye and even wished her luck with her relationship with Harry with sincerity in his voice. Y/N would’ve preferred it if his tone was harsh and bitter, but even after all that pain and rejection, he was still kind and sincere.
Y/N turns to look to the side where Edmund was, and she could still see the outline of his figure walking down the street, before disappearing round the corner. She sighs, hastily wiping the tears away.
Great job, Y/N. You lost the one person that cared for and loved you the most.
In the dead of night, the air is still warm and heavy. Even if they could light a fire — even if all the wood and brush around them wasn’t infected, toxic — they wouldn’t want to.
Not to mention the attention it would attract. Will doesn’t know what all is out here in the woods, but he can’t imagine that any of it is friendly.
They’ve set up for the night in what must be an old hunting cabin: no plumbing, no insulation, but it’s shelter and it hides them. Both of them are studiously ignoring the skeleton tucked into the twin bed in the corner. They’ve gotten used to things like that.
Matt chews on the last couple lentils from the bottom of the pouch, making them last. When he’s finally done, he shoves the pouch away and leans back against the wall, staring at Will. “So who are they?”
“I have no idea,” he says. “I mean, I don't…”
Matt gives him a skeptical look. “Then how’d you know to run away?”
“I just…I had a bad feeling.”
“Look, I don’t know how to explain it to you.”
“My dad always thought you were a weirdo,” Matt says dryly. “Was he right?”
Will laughs out loud. “Uh, yeah. That’s one way to put it.” He thinks back to when they were kids, to all the times he knew things he wasn’t supposed to know, overheard conversations he shouldn’t have been able to overhear. “I mean, your dad thought that because I…I always knew stuff I shouldn’t have, right? Like, I’d overhear a conversation that happened in a different part of the house, or the other half of a phone conversation. Shit like that.”
“So you’re psychic.”
“I don’t know if that’s exactly right.”
“But that’s what you did with the dirt? Some kind of…like, ESP?”
“Telekinesis, maybe?” He swallows. “But see, that’s the weird part. I can’t do that with everything. It’s because of where it came from.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
Matt lies back, elbows spread, his head resting on his hands. “You know it all sounds like bullshit, right,” he says to the ceiling. “It sounds like you’re trying to take this thing — this thing that doesn’t make any sense, that the whole world just fucking keeled over and died — and make a story out of it. A story about you.”
Will bites his tongue. He won’t get defensive. He won’t. “I know how it sounds,” he finally says, his tone even.
“On the other hand, those dudes showed up there just as soon as Aunt Dana left.”
At the mention of his mom Will flinches. God, what’s she going to think when she goes back? If everyone there is dead or gone, and he’s missing.
They sit together in the deepening dark. Outside it starts to rain, and each drop sizzles on the steel roof.
Will says, “I don’t want the story to be about me.”
Matt shrugs. “Why not? At least then there’d be a reason.”
“I used to dream about it. When I was a kid. Not this exactly, but that the world was ending, and I was the only one who could stop it.” Will scrunches up his jacket and sticks it under his head. He curls up on the wooden floor, facing away from his cousin. The cabin has no windows and he’s glad. It almost feels safe. “At the end of the dream I died.”
Silence. Even the rain stops. His own breathing is the only thing he can hear; it’s amplified in the small space.
“I used to dream I was Batman,” Matt says, finally. “But so far that hasn’t panned out.”
Will snickers despite himself. “That’s actually kind of reassuring.”
“Now shut up and go to sleep,” Matt says. There’s a rustling sound, and then his voice is muffled by the blanket. “Just try not to dream anything that’ll kill us.”
In the morning they gather up their stuff. Will pulls the blanket over the skeleton. It’s not as good as a burial, but it’s better than nothing. Matt bows his head and says something Catholic-sounding, and Will thinks about the necklace his mom used to wear. Will has never believed in any of that stuff and he’s not sure Matt does either, but he understands the comfort in ritual, in doing the things your parents taught you to do. In being the person they raised you to be.
After the rain the sun is bright and the air is cooler, drier. If he ignores the signs of rot and infection on the trees, or the fact that the moss has turned a radioactive shade of violet, or the silence in the trees, Will can almost imagine that the world is normal again. He’s just out for a hike with his cousin.
They look around the clearing.
“Where are we gonna go?” Matt asks, and Will closes his eyes just for a second. Five years ago — okay, even two years ago — this would have thrilled him. Matt, asking him what they should do. It’s so opposed to the natural order of things, but so’s everything now.
They can’t go back to the settlement. He doesn’t know where his mom went. But he does know where Payton went, and he knows where even a bunch of scary old men with guns could get themselves in trouble.
Will bites his lip. “Where it’ll be hard to follow,” he says. “The mountains.”