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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Yeah I mean Lili and Cole and even Roberto sometimes say things about Bughead that makes us believe that they will last. Because let's be honest, Archie is not the guy for Betty. But then KJ comes in and talks about Barchie in a romantic way. And now I don't know what to believe.
i completely understand where you’re coming from. i definitely feel worried when i read kj say archie is going to be jealous because he has romantic feelings for betty, or that he thinks/wants betty and archie to end up together.. but then i have to remind myself that it’s kind of three against one. cole has talked about how betty and jughead make sense together and that archie has a hard time with their relationship because he doesn’t know how he fits into his friend’s lives anymore, something that RAS has also said– he’s also said that bughead is one of the first things he knew he wanted to do on the show. he’s apparently a big fan of betty and, frankly, jughead treats betty a lot better than archie does. –i don’t want to say kj is reading things wrong, but just today i read an interview of his where he said watching the pilot you can tell b@rchie is endgame………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
i’m not sure we watched the same pilot episode, because in the one i saw, archie zoned out on another girl when betty finally confessed her feelings for him, betty’s confession sounded a lot like she thought they should be together because it was the logical next step, veronica had to convince archie to go to the dance with them when betty invited him, he turned her down at the dance and then proceeded to make out with her new friend, he told said new friend that he’s never felt ‘whatever it is he’s supposed to feel’ with betty, and then he rejected her a second time by telling her he was never going to be good enough for her because she was so perfect. what part of that gave kj endgame vibes??? it gave me archie was right and is never going to be good enough for her vibes. –and then in the following episode, veronica worked a lot harder for betty’s forgiveness than archie did. archie has been best friends with her his entire life and veronica had known her for a week at that point!
then when lili was told that kj said he thinks they’re endgame, she said, “K.J. is such a Betty and Archie [fan]! He wants them together!” and “I feel like when he was introduced to the Archie story he was told Betty and Archie are endgame, so I think that’s what he sticks to and thinks must be the right thing.” she doesn’t agree with him and almost implies that it’s in his head. she goes on to say that she once thought they were going to be endgame but now isn’t so sure. she’s stated a number of times that she thinks they’re better as friends and that it would be weird if they turned romantic. my favorite quote by her is this one:
She grew up with him as a best friend, and when you grow up with a guy as a best friend when you’re a girl, it’s hard not to see yourselves becoming romantically involved. You’re like, “We’ve been best friends. Why don’t we just be together?” That’s what she thought. Maybe she wasn’t really in love with him. Maybe she just thought she was because it felt like the right thing to do…(that ties in perfectly with betty’s actual dialog in the first episode)… It wasn’t easy, but it was easier than you would think for her to get over the fact that they shouldn’t be together, romantically.She just had an idea in her head of the perfect couple that was Betty and Archie, but in reality, it wasn’t there and it wouldn’t have been as good.
it feels right. it makes sense. lili is so in love with betty that i feel like she understands her a lot better than most other people do. i know that actors don’t typically have much say in their character’s story lines, but i think lili would be against betty and archie ending up together. lili is so proud of how strong-willed, fierce, courageous, well written, and developed betty is, and getting together with archie would be a step back in that development. she’d be getting together with somebody who hasn’t treated her well (at least romantically) in the past and seems to take her for granted
Hello and welcome to the arrowverse (or legends of superflarrow or whatever)! Here is a list of characters and the important thing to know about them, starting with Arrow!
First off is Oliver Queen.
He’s basically robin hood with daddy AND mommy issues. He also has a sister complex and more ex girlfriends than Jack Harkness. Quite a few have tried to kill him.
He was a total playboy before he slept with his current girlfriend’s sister on a boat and crashed, getting stuck on an island for five years. He went crazy and started killing people on the island. But not to crazy. Mostly just murderous. I mean he wasn’t even on the island the whole time and he never went to see his mom and sister. He was to busy killing people.
So he eventually went home n everything and became murderous robin hood to protect his sister from drugs and kill of all the people on his dad’s hit list. Yay?
surprise, this is my first time writing a character with the flu since 2013 *jazz hands* i guess you could say i’ve avoided it like the plague? but anyways, i hope it’s okay. pre-relationship college au klance.
(also, this was supposed to be ~100 words. instead it ended up being a long unstylized wreck.)
The door swings open. Keith doesn’t bother to change; he drops his backpack onto the ground, kicks off his shoes, stumbles down the hallway. It’s been a long day. He’s going to sleep.
His bedroom is an entire fifteen feet away from the door, which isn’t that far, all things considered. Except, a few steps forward are enough to send his vision swimming, and he has to lean onto a wall because his legs aren’t enough to support him on their own.
His head is pounding and everything’s too hot, too bright. God, he really needs sleep. Maybe two all-nighters in a row wasn’t the best idea. If only he could just get to the damn bed.
He staggers forward, one hand gripping the wall so hard his knuckles are turning white. The floor is cool and nice and a nice alternative for his bed, he thinks. He contemplates laying down right then and there and going to sleep.
Except, then the fifteen feet are over, and he’s leaning heavily against the doorframe to his room, energy sapped. He takes a few steps and practically collapses face-first onto the bed, not bothering to properly pull the covers over himself.
His phone is still in his hoodie pocket, and it’s getting crushed by his weight. Heaving a sigh, Keith pulls the device from his pocket and sets it on the nightstand beside him, not bothering to look up. He’ll skip class tomorrow, he guesses.
Young! Remus Lupin x Reader Imagine - Mission Wolfheart
Request: A young Remus Lupin imagine, where you are best friends with Lily and the Marauders and you and Remus both have a crush on each other (but don’t think the other feels the same) and Lily and the Marauders set them up?
Okay this may seem a little cliché, and a bit long-winded, but I had a load of fun writing this. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you like it. :) Also the title seems really shitty but James and Sirius made it up, so… it’s a something you should expect, really.
*Also, a bit of a background; your mum died in a Death Eater raid a couple years ago. You never talked about it, but they all knew from the newspaper.
Thursday, Great Hall.
“So,” Sirius declared through a full mouth, “There’s a Hogsmeade trip this weekend. And I thought-” “Yes,” Lily, James, Peter, Remus and yourself groaned in sync. “Let me finish: I thought we’d go off in pairs, y'know, with the Christmas shopping and everything, like… Prongs’ll go with Ginger-” Lily glared at him coldly; he ignored her, as per usual.
“Aand, hm,“ he pretended to think, "I guess, Peter, you’ll come with me-” “Hey, hey,” you interrupted him, in full awareness where this was heading, “What if I want to go with Peter?” “Well, why on earth would you want that?” “Uh, I don’t know, maybe cause he’s one of my best friends?,” you bluffed, covering the truth expertly.
“Well, uh,” he seemed stumped for words, “I, um - I don’t wanna be with Remus! He, uh - he farts all the time, and- and, he-” “Thanks, mate,” the said name mumbled from beside you apathetically. “Alright, fine, I get it. I’ll go with Remus, you dickhead.” “Excuse me?,” he scoffed, sounding a little hurt, “What’s so bad about going with me?” “Nothing, nothing,” you replied airily, taking a muffin from the central basket. “You really should have more than a muffin for breakfast,” he continued, the other four watching observantly. “Coming from the guy who eats, like, five calories a day.” “I’m justsaying, Y/n. I mean, considering how many Quidditch practises you have.”
You felt your cheeks heat momentarily under his intense gaze; you may have been close friends, but it still bewildered you slightly as to how much he cared and was involved in your life. Something else caught your eye, however, as you found Sirius to be whispering into Lily’s ear lowly, all the while staring at the two of you.
“Damn right considering how many Quidditch practises you have!,” James snapped at you, “Ravenclaw won the last game because of you, when you let the last Quaffle in!” “Shut the fuck up, Prongs, ‘cos I assure you, that loss was not because of Y/n. Maybe if you took your eyes off of Lily for one second, we would’ve won,” Remus’ voice sounded incredibly strained, as if he were enraged at the second-hand insult. “Woah, hey, no need to go all Moony on me,” he retorted, the Marauders proceeding to wolf down the remainders of their breakfast.
A/n: Get it? Wolf down? Ah, the worded gold my brain conjures lmao… back to the story.
‘I’m hella sick but not old enough to purchase cough medicine and that sounds really pitiful coming from a college student but would you please go buy me some NyQuil???’ au
'We made a bet at the beginning of the laser tag game to see who was better and guess who won. It’s time to pay up.’ au
'Who keeps using my wifi?’ 'Literally everyone, your password is hella easy to guess.’ au
Tried to unlock the wrong car in the parking garage au
'I’m on the FBI’s most-wanted list for killing a fuck ton of people, but calm down I just wanna date you bc your face is v smoochable and you give me butterflies.’ au
See also; 'Dating a most-wanted serial killer and never getting a heads-up before they come home covered in blood so you’ve gotta be ready to draw the curtains and hide a body every time you hear a car pull into the driveway’ au
'We really should not have played Monopoly’ au
Life-sized version of Clue in the old manor on the hill au
'I originally followed you on Instagram bc you’re hot and I’m thirsty but now I’ve developed actual feelings for you bc you’re a genuinely good person’ au
'Fuck me you’re cute why did we have to meet on the one day I decided to stay in my sweats??’ au
'I went to the bar last night bc I just got dumped and wanted to drink away my pain but then one thing lead to another and somehow I broke into your house thinking it was mine and now I can’t find my left shoe but are those waffles I smell?’ au
'I saw that you were reading Eleanor and Park have you gotten to the part where she leaves him and if so can we talk about it because not a lot of people have read this book and I need a shoulder to cry on.’ au
'You passed out in Disneyland and I’ve been taking care of you for the past two hours oh my god are you okay??’ 'Yes I’m okay but who the hell are you supposed to be?’ 'I’m the face character for Peter Pan but that’s not important’ au
'I don’t really know you but I noticed that this creep has been trying to chat you up even though you’ve already turned him down, so I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend/girlfriend until they leave you alone.’ au
Bonnie and Clyde au???
Attend same-sex privet schools that are right across the street from each other au
'I don’t like you and you don’t like me but our best friends just died in a car crash and left their one-year-old daughter in our custody so now we’ve got to act civil and end up falling for each other’ au
[Basically a Life As We Know It au]
'Found your number inside of a library book that looks like it hasn’t been checked out in ages and decided to text you to see if it worked au
'The biggest rule of immortality is to not get involved with mortals but whoops I was in a coffee shop one day and fell in love with you and now I’m freaking out bc in the grand scope of things we don’t get a lot of time together but fuck no please don’t leave me not yet no.’ au
'I just moved into the apartment next door and I am 100% sure that it’s haunted bc this building used to be a hospital and anyway I heard I noise coming from inside the walls can I please just crash here for the night?’ au
'I know that you’re really into school and probably don’t want to risk your spot on the college football team, but would you mind if I smoked in our dorm room??’ au
Followed by 'Nah, I don’t care, as long as I can shotgun some smoke from that pretty little mouth of yours.’ au wow that got sexual and I am not sorry.
Went to the beach for the first time au
Ancient Rome au
Rival team captains who know nothing about personal space and constantly get into fights where they end up face-to-face every single game until one day one of the coaches yells at them to either kiss or get back to the game au
'Hey, so I might have just robbed a bank right now and I kind of need a getaway car, would you pleeeeeaaase help me I can pay you back in sexual favors but also cash.’ au
'I know that you don’t know me, but you were on the receiving end of my girlfriend/boyfriend’s heart donation and being around you kind of makes it feel like they’re still here I’m sorry if that’s kind of weird.’ au
'Shit I wasn’t watching where I was walking and ended up spilling my Rockstar all over your white sweater I’m so sorry here have my jacket.’ au
Caught yelling at Go, Diego, Go in the hospital waiting room and after an awkwardly long period of silence the other person joins in bc they’ve got nothing better to do with their waiting time au
'The person living in the apartment across the wall to mine is a nymphomaniac and yeah okay they’re p hot but it’s v hard to write an essay on feminism when all I can hear is sexual screaming.’ au
It’s three am, I just wanted some clam chowder, and some how I ended up on Hollywood Bl. can you please tell me where a good restaurant is I think I’m going to cry.’ au
'Fuck my ex just walked into the restaurant with their new girlfriend/boyfriend could you pretend we’re dating so they don’t think I’m hung up on them I swear I’ll pay you later.’ au
'I work at the daycare that you drop your daughter off at every week and she got me sick.’ au
'So I know we just met but it’s raining and my tent has a hole in it, could I sleep in your camper with you?’ au
'Okay okay okay I know we’re just friends and I don’t want anything to change that but I may have told my mom that we’re dating so she would stop trying to set me up with people would you be up to going to my sister’s wedding as my plus one so my mom won’t know I lied?’ au
'Hit me, we’re on college campus and you’ll have to pay for my tuition’ au
'Your headphones aren’t plugged in all the way so that hardcore porn fic you’ve been listening to for the past ten minutes has been broadcasting through the bus on full volume.’ au
The Breakfast Club au
Wimbledon [the movie] au
West Side Story au
'Constantly getting confused as the girlfriend/boyfriend of the lead singer for a heavy metal band bc I’m always going to concerts and getting backstage passes but I’ve never even met the lead singer until the day he/she got drunk and we hooked up in his/her tour bus [whoops now we’re actually dating shh]’ au
'It’s two am, we’re standing outside of our apartment building bc someone pulled the fire alarm, and you look cold and unprepared, do you want to share my blanket?’ au
Heartache On The Big Screen au
Breakfast At Tiffany's au omg pls
'The zombie apocalypse started two years ago I can’t believe I still have to work at this fucking book store.’ au
Long Way Home au
We like each other but our dogs don’t so I’m going to have to ask you to stop taking this walking route you attractive fucker’ au
'Sometimes, your soulmate and the love of your life don’t end up being the same person. And that’s something I had to learn the hard way.’ Au
Listening to the Hunchback of Notre Dame musical OST for the first time
how did they make the intro to the movie richer and prettier aaah I love all the layers of voices
Bells of Notre Dame:
HOLY HELL THAT INTRO. It's weird to hear the first verse with no French accent but I like how it's a group number now. THEY INCLUDED JEHANNNNNNNN. THEY INCLUDED JEHAN I CANNOT OMGOMGOMGOMFG. JEHAAAANNNN. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS LITTLE SHIT. KARA WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS I AM SCREAMING. That's really interesting that they made Quasi Jehan's son. It's less dramatic than the move but I like it a lot. PRETTY CHOIR. DAT HIGH NOTE.
Patrick Page's Frollo is delightfully creepy. More so than his Scar. Quasi needs all of the hugs ohmygod. I wasn't so sure about his voice at first but then it got into the song and now I can get behind this :)
Topsy Turvy Pt 1:
I like having more crowd numbers. Quasi's interludes are so sweet though it's breaking my heart knowing it all falls to shit.
Rest and Recreation:
Why did they change Phoebus's last name? I love when they include musical themes from the movies in the stage's songs- they've been doing it since BatB and I love it. Great Douchebag Phoebus is back.
Rhythm of the Tambourine:
oh FUCK YES. I am SO glad they made her dance a full number of its own.
Topsy Turvy Pt 2:
I'm sure this scene is longer in the full version. The whole King of Fools part feels REALLY abridged on the soundtrack.
Into Notre Dame:
I'm pretty sure it wasn't necessary to do this to my heart
God Help the Outcasts:
Top of the World:
Once in every shoooowww there comes a song like thiiiis.... Ugh are the gargoyles here? WHY. They're a little more palatable here than in the movie at least.
These dark minor chord dance numbers are my aesthetic
Someone please hug Quasi
LOUD UNINTELLIGABLE SCREAMING AHDHSJDJAJDNNSPAGE YOU ARE AMAZING AHDHFJSJJFJSJA. SO MUCH CONFLICT. SO MUCH CHOIR. I AM DEAD. THE CYMBAL CRASHES. MY HEART IS DOING THINGS. THE WAY HE SAYS "HAVE MERCY ON ME." THE WAY HE HITS THAT NOTE. HOT DAMN.
why is this melody so bright and jaunty? And who says "punished" like that? Brothels in a Disney show. I don't know why I'm surprised because HoND has always been edgier than most Disney and this is coming directly after freaking Hellfire. But still damn. Yay for Phoebus not being a douche anymore! Seriously this song sounds like something out of Les Mis.
IT'S PARIS IS BURNING WITH CHOIR :D
Flight into Egypt:
the statues are slightly more palatable here. This is still a weak point but it's not A Guy Like You. I'm pretty amused that that was cut lol
The Court of Miracles:
this scene is so funny in the movie and it's actually quite scary here. Amazing what a key change can do!
In a Place of Miracles:
Have I mentioned this week that I don't like Phoebus? Nice to see a cut song make it back in, though. And they didn't go full bookPhoebus which is nice. Someone please hug Quasi :'(
Justice in Paris:
well that escalated quickly.
I LOVE that this made it back in, too. I love God Help the Outcasts but it's always sad when a good song gets replaced. And it found new life that isn't the terrible credits version!
While the City Slumbered:
Not entirely sure that needed its own track
Made of Stone:
DAAAAMN. So angsty. So powerful. HELL YES. But poor baby ;-;
YESSSS IT'S JUST AS EPIC AS THE MOVIE. I WOULD LITERALLY KILL PEOPLE TO SEE THIS LIVE THIS CHOIR IS AMAZING fuck yeah Sun God. I do not say that lightly. I WANT TO SEE THE MOLTEN LEAD ON STAGE :O. OH MY GOD DID THEY ACTUALLY KEEP THE ORIGINAL ENDING. MY HEART. NO. ;-; Frollo you bastard. "What do you know of love?" JEHAN ;-; OH SHIT QUASI. Daaamn that's an even more badass karmic death than the movie. It's like the book but terrifying. The Someday reprise is beautiful. And Bells reprise is always lovely. I wasn't expecting the book's ending though ;-;
You have a lot of headcanons about autistic galra altean Keith, with lots of support from the other characters, but I was wondering if you had any specific headcanons about his interactions with Lance? ((bonus points if its shippy)). You don't have to if you don't want to, I just easily enjoyed your posts and was craving more 💜
Hell yeah, hell yeah, I’m so here for this. Even though I’m a multishipper I have to admit Klance has stolen my life. Also, I will pretty much always talk about Voltron, especially if it involves autistic Keith or autistic Pidge, so anyone who wants more is definitely welcome to shoot me an ask. :) You might get way more than you asked for
Below the cut: the Cliffsnotes version (haaaa, who am I kidding, this is super long) of the slow-burn romance, featuring Lance being altogether Too Much, awkward heart-to-hearts, and a sudden barrage (literally) of romantic gestures.
I don't know if you've gotten one like this, btmut Barry's just a regular CSI, and he takes his super villain fiance to his high school reunion. Maybe bounce Len scaring the crap outta Woodward?
You know, I’ve missed writing Coldflash…
Fic: Face Blind (AO3 Link) Fandom: Flash Pairing: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart
Summary: Barry’s just a regular CSI. Totally 100% boring, normal, and standard.
Except for the fact that he’s dating a supervillain.
(Prompt: Barry’s just a regular CSI, and he takes his super villain fiance to his high school reunion. Maybe Len scaring the crap outta Woodward?)
A/N: Willing to write more in this verse, but have no more ideas. Feel free to toss me additional prompts for it.
It just sort of happened, okay?
Barry’s a regular guy! He has a Netflix subscription, a part-time ownership agreement with his neighbors over their cat (who goes by the name of Number 2 and who seems to think Barry’s apartment is an extension of his property), an excellent best friend who’s getting married (Iris! Married! How?!), a regular but kick-ass job (CSI, just like on TV except for totally not like that), a standard but not excessive amount of work drama (Singh is getting better about Barry’s punctuality thing, he hopes)…
He’s also kind of face blind.
That last one is particularly relevant. Not to his job as a CSI, mind you, because he can compensate with any number of things and it’s not like he’s a sketch artist or a detective or anything, he analyzes the scenes, not the people.
“What the fuck is this?” You ask Harry as you sit across form him on the couch.
“What is what?” He asks as he looks up from his phone.
“This.” You say as you hand him your phone. A few minutes ago Harry posted a picture on his instagram of Kendall Jenner on his lap. She has her hand around the back of his neck and his hand is placed on his thigh. He captioned the photo with “Here’s to a great night with a beautiful woman.”
“It’s just a picture.” Harry says passively before he hands you back the picture.
“No it’s not just a picture.” You snap. You and Harry have been together for about three years and the diamond engagement ring on your left hand shows that you are serious. You are very serious.
“Yes (Y/N) it is just a picture.” Harry says without looking up, “I was just sharing a picture from last night.”
“You told me you had a business dinner last night.” You say. You place your phone in your pocket and cross your arms over your chest.
“I had business drinks.” Harry sighs. He still doesn’t look up.
“Harry talk to me.” You plead.
“I am talking to you.” Harry says.
“No talk to me.” You plead once more. He then looks up to you and places his phone beside him. “You lied to me.”
“No I didn’t lie.” Harry states.
“Then why were you with Kendall last night if you told me that you were going to a business dinner?” You ask.
“I went out for business drinks and then I went out to dinner with some friends and Kendall happened to be there.” Harry groans.
“Why are you all over each other?” You asks.
“Why are you being such a major bitch?” Harry snaps.
Harry!” You yell.
“Fine!” Harry sighs, “We were just hanging out and I someone snapped a picture and sent it to me.”
“Why did you say she is beautiful?” You ask. You don’t want to know the real answer to this question.
Harry sighs and says, “Because she is.”
That one hurts. That one hits you right in your heart. He shouldn’t be thinking like that. He should think that you are the only beautiful woman. Yeah, it sounds weird, but it is true. He should only have eyes for you.
“Harry…” You whisper.
“What?” He asks. He obviously knows what is wrong with that sentence, “She is beautiful. Everyone knows that. I can’t think someone is beautiful? I think you are beautiful.”
“You sent out to the whole world that you think she is beautiful.” You say.
“Yeah I know.” He says.
“Well don’t you think that is weird?” You ask.
“Not really.” He says.
“You guys did date.” You say.
“Yeah I know.” He says. You walk away and he follows. “Where do you think you are going?”
“I can’t even stand you anymore!”You yell at him.
“What the hell is that for?” Harry yells back.
“I don't know!” You say, “I’m just confused.”
“How are you confused?” Harry asks. You place your hands in front of you and you lean your body wight on the counter. He stands about five feet from the other side of the counter with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I just don’t know how you go and hang out with her and then you come home and tell me you love me.” You say. You can’t quite look him in the eyes.
“How could you even question that?” Harry asks, he just looks hurt.
“Harry, she was sitting on your lap! You had your hands on her thigh!” You exclaim.
“I don’t know what you want me to say!” Harry says, “I’m sorry.”
“Harry…” You whisper, “It just hurts.”
“I know, I know. I-” Harry begins before you cut him off.
“No you don’t know! Thats just it!” You yell, “You don’t understand that this isn’t the first time that I sat at home thinking that you were out at some business dinner, but I know that you are really out with some friends. It is a horrible feeling not knowing what the hell is going on. I love you so much, but sometimes I don’t know if you love me as much as I love you.”
“I was just out with some friends. I honestly would have been home with you!” Harry whines.
“You didn’t say anything about the I love you part.” You whisper.
“Because I-” Harry begins.
You cut him off with, “Because you couldn’t answer my question!”
“What is the question?” Harry asks.
“Do you love me?” You asks. You are honestly scared for the answer.
“Yes.” Harry says as he walks around the counter, “You are the only woman I love and the fact that you have to ask me scares me. If I didn’t love you then this wouldn’t be here.” Harry plays with the engagement ring on your finger.
“The why did you post that picture?” You ask.
“I…” Harry drags off.
“You don’t know.” You say. “I think you should go.” You look at your ring. It is staring back at you, mocking you. You can’t even look at it anymore without feeling guilt and pain.
“Please (Y/N).” Harry says, “You can’t just walk away from this.”
“I can’t do this anymore.” You say. You pull your hands out of his and take a step back. “It’s not just the picture. You are pulling away from me. You have been for months. I’m sick of crying. I’m sick of feeling alone.”
“Your not alone!” Harry exclaims.
“I am. You may not see it, but I am alone.” You say, “Your whole heart isn’t in this.”
“(Y/N) please!” Harry whispers.
“I need to think.” You whisper and then you do it. You slowly pull off the one thing you hoped you would never take off. You place the ring in his hand and he stares down at it as if he had never seen anything like it. He is in awe, but not the good kind.
“(Y/N)…” Harry whispers as a tear runs down his cheek. Usually you would wipe the tear away yourself but you couldn’t bear to do it.
“I love you Harry.” You whisper as you fight tears, “Please just go.”
He grabs his coat and walks out. The ring is in his pocket. He doesn’t even out up a fight. It’s over just like that. He never fought for you, he never cared enough. You knew he loved you, but he loved you back then, not now.
"She will die for you. No matter how much you don't want her to. Never forget that."
"I want that now!"
"I choose to save the world."
"If I met myself, would I explode?"
"I need a pen."
"Nope! No, no, no, no, no, no!"
"Mosquito tone. It's a high pitched sound that only young people can hear. No offense."
"You stayed to run the family company. That's a good reason."
"It's an excuse."
"Okay, I see enough psychedelic visions on my own. So, no thank you."
"UFOs do not exist."
"Says the guy with the teleporting door."
"You're planning on selling out the human race, aren't you?"
"This is exactly the point in the movie where the guy in the audience says, 'get the hell out!'"
"You're very weird librarians."
"It's a very weird library."
"This is me ignoring you. Get used to it."
"Who are you people?"
"Librarians. We're the Librarians."
"Do not fear the villain. Fear the hero."
"And trust me, if you don't learn how to win the war instead of just fighting the battles, none of us will survive."
"Someone turned a magic spell into an app."
"Reality. It's the shared narrative we agree to believe."
"That is more than I ever wanted to see of any elected official."
"Okay. So we have to get a sample and a picture... and not die."
"Do not antagonize the local law enforcement."
"But it's so much fun!"
"Little criticism. Since I've been back, the librarians seem kind of evil."
"It's smarter to be lucky than lucky to be smart."
"Do you have any idea what's down there?"
"Nope. That's the best part."
"I love this job."
"A giant winged fire-breathing dragon is coming here?!"
"Somebody jacked Santa's ride."
"Architecture is just art we live in. Why doesn't anybody get that?"
"Mrs. Clause is real?!"
"Oh, shiny balls, yes!"
"Christmas is cancelled."
"Well maybe the term you're looking for, is 'partners.'"
"So, annoying or cryptic. Those are your two speeds, huh?"
"Good luck finding 14 virgins these days."
"We found something weird too."
"I found a room full of really old art."
"We found a room full of human skulls!"
"What do you mean, human skulls?"
"How many ways can I mean human skulls?!"
"Okay, new rule. How about we not refer to the tumor that will one day kill me as a 'brain-grape.'"
"I'm here to do science and math; and sometimes, hallucinate."
"I'm offering you a life of mystery, of misery, of loneliness, and adventure. More than that, I'm offering you the opportunity to make a difference and to save the world every week. Twice before Friday. Are you in?"
"Oh, impossible - pipsyposh, pipsyposh! People keep saying that as though we don't eat the impossible for breakfast every day."
"I was really expecting a better secret door."
"I'm gonna be dead tomorrow."
"So, how would they want you to spend your last day?"
"They'd want me to save the world one last time."
"Your brain is a weapon, and a tool, and a library all wrapped in one."
"Vampires are real. But Dracula is not. Because I killed him."
"There ain't nothin' amateur about my bar fighting, sweetheart."
"When I do math, I smell things. Mostly breakfast."
really mad? or is that the Greek god...of war right? anger. it sounds like "airy" so maybe like. chaotic neutral.
hahaha that's me! sad. um very tough and opinionated. good at supporting people, bad at change. wants to be alone a lot.
everyone hates them I dunno why?? extroverted with a secret side. probably difficult to relate to, or tell when they're being serious or how they're feeling (maybe they don't even know).
hmm crabs. crabs are a thing I relate to them for some reason. chill and emotional probably. good music taste! named for an unfortunate cellular anomaly.
GIANT ASSHOLES. as far as I know. um probably also a lil emotional but definitely concerned with how other feel about them. does brave/stupid things to gain acceptance or maybe just because. really nice and sweet underneath, but maybe a little selfish with how they use it.
ooh I like these name. lively and pleasant but maybe like too lively to the point where like it's exhausting for other people. in tune with nature and other people and the world in general. present.
oh this is a weird one. probably romantic not in the love sense but in the grandiose fantastical sense. very aesthetic. has a very particular view on life and themselves. dramatic af but also kind.
I KNOW ONE. scathingly sarcastic to cover up emotions. fiercely protective and cares aLOT. appreciates displays of affection and knowing they're right. literally does not give a fuck what people think and puts their business out there. but also saves parts of themselves for specific people they're very close to.
literally I just think of Bumi from avatar the last airbender. strong and probably a little annoying sometimes. definitely a good friend to have around. probably psyched about constellations? secretly a wood elf.
another weird one. internalizes everything people say to them negatively, partly because drama is their water. but when in a good headspace can accomplish really great things and have internal peace. get this: tells CORNy jokes! get it? because capriCORN? ah, I'm hilarious.
oooh probably sweet and bubbly! needs lots of attention, doesnt always know how to go about getting it. really into singing and/or maybe dancing, something creative and performance related. looks exactly like mermaid man from spongebob.
SMOL PRECIOUS HUMAN BEAN. emotions level 100, defense level 25, humor level 2 or 1000 depending on who you're talking to. lots of feels but not in the same way as other people - more self aware and critical. pushes self to do great things, can get burned out, gives the image of togetherness and confidence. secretly worried about many things. great at listening.
Ed listens — and is inspired — as the relationship between one of his best friends and his best friend develops and changes into something wonderful.
Note: I can pretty much guarantee that this is not at all what was expected. I had this idea in my head of it being told from Ed’s perspective but the vision in my head was soo much better. Anyway, there IS another part I’m working on, and it will actually be the way I usually write so bear with me?
The first time Ed notices the shift in Harry’s behaviour around Niall is when both lads are at his house for dinner one evening.
The whole of One Direction are here, laughing and having pints while they wait for the ribs on the BBQ. They’re all loud and rambunctious, talking over each other the way they always do in interviews and every now and then Ed sort of regrets inviting them all over at the same time. It’s not that he doesn’t like hanging out with all of them — it’s just that they’re easier to handle in small quantities.
Louis’ the worst. He’s the one who starts everything, the one who encourages everyone else — the one who could talk anyone into anything without even batting an eyelash. Zayn’s not far behind Louis. He’s quiet on the outside, a bit shy and reserved — but Louis unleashes the little terror in him every time. Liam, from what he’s heard anyway, was the only sensible, the “daddy”, the one who sat back with the imaginary first-aid kit and watched while everyone else risked their lives — but Ed’s never seen that side of him because, quite frankly, he’s almost as bad as Louis now that he’s “let loose a bit.”
Harry and Niall are a bit different. They tag along, of course, stir up trouble just like the others but Harry’s a bit too clumsy and awkward to take seriously and Niall, well, he’s a bit too soft-around-the edges to be labelled much of a menace.
The entire day feels like babysitting a bunch of children — it doesn’t help that those children manage to turn the rest of Ed’s older, maturer friends into actual children as well — and Ed sort of regrets it, except he doesn’t.
He doesn’t even know when he notices Harry — or, rather, Harry with Niall — he just sort of…does. And, after that, it’s like he can’t stop noticing.
Warnings: fucking smut, oh and swearing, Oral, idk
A/N:sorry ^ too much Deadpool ( A little note about me)~ I really love Deadpool and when the movie came out I fucking flipped tables AND IT HAD MY BABY BOO RYAN IN IT!!! WHAAAAATTTT)
Stiles and I were currently making out in the kitchen, we stood to face each other me against the counter and him In front of me. We both leaned into the kiss crashing into on another, he grabbed my butt picking me up and placing me on the counter as we made out. My legs swung around him, pulling him closer to me making him moan into our kiss.
“Inappropriate…….For the..anywhere” I heard Sheriffs’ voice making me break away from Stiles.
I blushed wildly not knowing what to do.
“Sorry dad,” Stiles said smiling, grabbing our popcorn we had made earlier and dragging me upstairs.
“Leave the door open you two,” Sheriff shouted from downstairs
. Once we had gotten to his room I turned to Stiles.
“Oh. My. God.” I said as I hid my face in my hands sitting down on his bed.
“I can’t believe that just happened!” I continued, looking to Stiles from behind my hands who was just laughing, making me hit his arm.
“It’s not funny you ass,” I pouted.
“It totally is,” he said trying to contain his laughter.
“Okay, okay, It might be. So, maybe we should really study I have a test tomorrow in history,” I said reaching for my bag behind me and as I reached over the bed my butt was facing Stiles.
Right as I was about to sit back up I felt a hard hand hit my ass making me jump. “Ow, what the hell Stiles?” I yelled at him.
“What? I couldn’t resist,” he smirked, I just rolled my eyes.
After Stiles and I had studied for an hour or two I decided I should go home before Scott gets big brotherly.
“I’ll see you later babe,” Stiles said giving me a peck on the lips before I left his room making my way down the stairs to the front door.
“By Sheriff,” I waved to him on the couch.
“Drive safe please!” he called out.
“Will do!” I smiled as I walked out of the door to my car. Once I got home I went straight to my room to get into PJs and got comfy.
The next morning Scott was being all big brother again,the one I liked more but more awkward than crazy Scott.
“So, how’s your grades?” Scott asked looking up from his food that mom had made.
“Really good actually,” I smiled looking up from my phone. “All A’s and one B,” I continued.
To be honest, is was super awkward like we just met and don’t know how to make small talk.
“Well, I’ll see you at school because I don't want the awkward convo to go on any longer,” I said getting out of my seat making way over to the door.
Later that day at school Stiles and I were talking at his locker.
“For some reason, it’s super awkward between Scott and me,” I said looking up at Stiles.
“Maybe because his best friend is, you know, fucking you,” Stiles said smiling like a dork.
“Stiles!” I scolded slapping his arm.
“God, what happened to the dorky guy I fell for?” I questioned.
“Hey! he’s still here,” he smiled making me smile.
“Good,” I said leaning up to give him a kiss.
“Mmm,” he hummed into our kiss.
“I love you,” he slimed
“I love you too,” I replied.
“Okaaayy, you guys need to stop with all that it’s weird, and honestly, I would rather not see my sister and my best friend kissing,” I heard Scott say making me turn around to see my brother walking towards us.
“Sorry,” I laughed a little.
“Well I’m gonna get to class,” I said starting to walk away.
“Okay, see you later,” Stiles said as he turned to talk to Scott.
“Hey girl,” I heard Allison’s voice from behind me.
“Hi,” I Smiled as she came up to my side
. “So how’s Stiles?” She questioned pushing her shoulder into me smirking.
“He’s just fine, you dirty bird,” I said smiling wrapping my arm around her shoulders
. As we walked down the halls we talked about classes and random things until she dropped me off at my class . Waving my goodbyes to her and sitting down in my seat.
“Okay, class,” was all I heard before I started to drift off into my own thoughts.
Not too long after I heard the loud last bell of the day. I got out of my seat making my way down the halls to the parking lot where Stiles usually meets me. I was waiting for him by his jeep when I heard his voice.
“Hey pretty lady,” he said trying to lean up against the front side of the car, but missing it and falling, I gasped as he hit the ground.
“Stiles are you okay?” I asked giggling.
“Yup, I’m okay,” he groaned as he got back up.
“I honestly don’t think the hole smooth guy thing goes well on you.” I smirked
“Hey, now,” he said doing some awkward movement.
“I’m pretty smooth,” he said making me laugh.
“Sure you are,” I said sarcastically as I got into his jeep.
“So what are we going to do today?” I asked smirking a little Stiles just looked over at me with wide eyes.
“W-What?” making me giggle.
“Hmm,” I said fake thinking tapping my chin.
“Want to go to that cool swimming hole we found last week?” He smiled, probably thinking of me naked… not to sound too full of myself but I’m pretty sure Stiles thinks I’m hot.
“Why not,” he smiled breaking the brief silence.
At The Swimming Hole Thing
“Well,” I said sitting up on our picknick blanket we had set out.
“you gonna join me?” I asked smirking.
He smiled “Yeah, I’m coming.“ He said walking over, sitting next to me.
“I’m gonna get in.” I smiled standing up and stripping down bare.
“So are you just gonna stare at me or are we gonna swim?” I questioned
“How about I stare at you while you swim” he flashed me a cheeky smile looking my bare body up and down. Pushing his shoulder playfully I walked off jumping into the body of water before me.
“You coming handsome?” I asked smiling slightly after I had emerged from underwater. He just nodded taking his shoes, shirt, and pants off in a hurried manner tripping over his pants as he tried to walk over to me. Making me burst out laughing.
“Don’t laugh! I’m just excited, okay,” he said stepping in.
I smiled, wading over to him and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Hey, beautiful,” he whispered centimeters away from my lips
“Hi, handsome” I smirked whispering back. Moments later we were in a heated kiss pulling each other closer. I hopped up wrapping my legs around his torso as we made out. I pulled away for a moment dropping my legs.
“Want to fuck in the jeep?” I smirked biting my lip.
“God, yes” he breathed out.
We both ran out of the swimming hole toward the jeep, giggling on the way there. Climbing in into the back of the jeep he couldn’t wait to get his boxers off. I giggled at his erratic behavior. He was already rock hard.
“It doesn’t take much to get you all hot and bothered, now does it?” I smirked,
“You can give me a boner by saying my name baby.” He said spreading my thighs kissing the inside of them working his way down to my soaking heat kitten licking my clit.
“Fuck Stiles.” I moaned out making him hum sending vibrations through me, I reached down grabbing a fist full of his soft brown locks while he fucked my cunt with his tongue. Right as I was about to cum he pulled away making me grunt at the un-satisfaction. Before he moved on he found a condom in his
“Fuck” he grunted as he teased my pussy with the tip of his dick making me squirm under him.
“You like that you dirty girl?” he questioned smirking, pushing the tip in. I moaned out waiting for him to trust into me, but he liked to tease me and draw it out to see how wet he could get me. I whimpered as he kept teasing me with his dick.
“Stiles just fuck me already!” I scolded him
“Anything for my baby girl” he smiled grabbing onto my hips slamming into me, gasping as he plowed into me at a fast pace making the jeep rock.
“Fuck Stiles” I screamed out as he pulled all the way out then pushing back into me, by the third time he did this I squirted everything going blurry as he started thrusting again sending me into a wild orgasm.
“Stiles!” I moaned out loudly coming down from my high not long after he came moaning out my name as I whimpered.
“That was hot,” he said as he picked up his boxers placing them back on.
“Thanks” I smiled sweetly at me
“No thank you, beautiful.” he smiled pecking my lips.