trail ahead

talk about you (like you put the stars in the sky)

(written for @ransomweek and also @hoenursey bc i promised i would)

“We’re gonna die,” Nursey says, clinging to Ransom’s hand as they make their way up the trail. “Babe. We’re literally gonna die.”

Ransom laughs. “We’re not gonna die, Derek.”

He doesn’t need to turn around to know that Nursey’s making a face at his back. “You only call me Derek when we’re in bed or you’ve convinced me to do something terrible.”

“That is–” Ransom thinks about it. “Huh. Goddamn, bro, you’re right.”

There’s a sudden scramble and a yelp, and Nursey’s grip on Ransom’s hand jerks. Random turns in time to catch him by the elbow as he slips. “I told you,” Nursey whines, letting Ransom help him back up. “We’re gonna die. What the fuck made you think hiking at night was a good idea?”

Random grins, leaning forward. There’s enough moonlight trickling through the trees for him to find Nursey’s nose, and he plants a kiss on it. “The fact that I’ve done this with my dad and sisters since I was a kid,” he says, “and I wanted to show my city boyfriend the view.”

“It’s dark,” Nursey protests, letting Ransom start tugging him gently up the trail again. “How’re we supposed to see anything?”

“Baby, you know what night vision is. Now you’re whining just to whine.”

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Bad Moon Rising (Part 1)

Originally posted by iwriteaboutdean

Summary: Jensen and the reader are doing some filming out in the Canadian wilderness when they decide to take a short hike during a break. The only problem is they don’t show up for their scene later that day…

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3,000ish

Warnings: language, mild injury

A/N: Enjoy!…

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After All These Years (M) - Christian Yu

Originally posted by etae-96

Pairing: Christian Yu x Reader
Word Count:  1956
Genre: Fluff, Smut

Author’s Note: Happy Birthday to @rudeboywonho , the wonderful amazing trash hoe that I get to share several biases/wreckers with. I love you, babe. Hope you enjoyed your birthday and continue to enjoy what this week brings you <3

The soft touch of his hand encompasses yours as you walk together. You look up, your eyes meeting his deep brown ones, and he smiles. It’s enough to send your heart soaring - to awaken the butterflies that took residence in your stomach the first time he spoke to you so many years ago.

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Ezio x Reader - Language Barrier

[Imagine that there is a language barrier between you and Ezio when you first meet in an arranged marriage scenario. (AU-ish) (And boy, am I going to try not to abuse google translator)]

The nervousness that raked through your body was enough to cause your palms to sweat as you gripped the reins of the horse you rode. You didn’t speak Italian…not much, anyways, as you were more familiar with English than any other language given your household and where you hailed from, but you had a translator with you, and that eased you a bit. The marriage had been arranged since birth as only you knew that his family was part of the assassins in Italy. Your ancestors protected their secret and aided them well, and when you were born down the line, an arrangement was made.

“You look so tense,” spoke your translator, as he rode closer beside you. He was a middle-aged man with a beard and short hair that was mostly gray. His name was Pierozzo Armonni, and he too worked for the Italian Brotherhood. Pierozzo wore the Assassin symbol with pride upon his belt, which kept his hooded attire into place. “You know he is a good man, so why stress your body so?”

A smile crept upon your lips ever so slightly as you looked at Pierozzo with an unamused look of sorts. “It is not his person that makes me ever so nervous…it is the fact I know very little when it comes to speaking to him, and, to my understanding, it will be the same for him.”

Pierozzo stifled a laugh. It was a good natured laugh, so you knew he was only trying to find the light of the situation.

“You will find this funny until you end up translating well into our honeymoon,” you jabbed lightly with a wicked smirk to accompany your words. If you were to be honest with yourself, humor would be welcomed about now as you were finding your heart beating loudly in your ears at this point.

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Your One & Only

Request: “could you write something where reader has a crush on draco (and vice versa without her knowing) but they don’t really talk and they’re both in lupin’s class and it’s her turn with the boggart and it turns into draco like smiling at her and she gets super embarrassed/blushing like crazy? thanks!!”

Summary: Lupin’s class was a joke to most of the students, but you thought it was something else entirely. You thought it was interesting. So when it was finally your turn with the boggart, you were excited to see what would show up. Oh… you didn’t know it just yet, but it was definitely something interesting indeed…

Pairing: Draco x reader

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 2,578

Warnings: None 

A/N: Here we go again!!! (Btw, I thank you so much anon for allowing me to FINALLY use this gif, because I’ve been dying to use it for so long!!!)

Rays of red and orange sunlight beamed down on your skin, radiating heat throughout your entire body. You skipped your way down the steps to Hagrid’s cottage, a large clutter of students busying past on the way down. 

A thick book was held tightly in your arms, your head looking down at the ground as you tried to keep to yourself. Your efforts were to no avail as you felt someone bump your shoulder harshly, and groan emitting from your mouth. You looked up to see an almost apologetic look plastered onto the Slytherin Prince’s face, Draco Malfoy. You gulped, unsure of what to say, keeping eye contact with him as he stood frozen beneath your gaze. 

“Watch where you’re going, little girl!” He suddenly spat, the two boys beside him who were known as Crabbe and Goyle chuckling aimlessly. Draco’s voice had a bitterness to them, but his eyes held a sense of apology. 

You nodded wordlessly, turning to face where Hagrid was standing before all of the students in your Care of Magical Creatures class. Hagrid had begun to introduce himself, but you didn’t listen to a word he was saying, focusing on calming your nerves. 

Draco Malfoy was Lucius Malfoy’s son, the Slytherin Prince. He couldn’t possibly ever find an interest in you. You were a Ravenclaw after all, and Draco hated anyone who wasn’t apart of the Slytherin house. You two hardly talked, and yet, you still managed to harbor a crush on the platinum blonde. 

He didn’t know you liked him, and you hoped he would never find out, for that would be a huge, entire mess of embarrassment. 

Hagrid drew your attention back to the class when he began to lead you all through the woods, Draco and his little possy trailing not far up ahead of you. You kept your eyes away from him, looking around you and admiring the way the trees swayed with the small amount of wind that was applied to them. 

Your feet stomped against the ground, and you looked up to see Draco looking at you from out of the corner of his eye. He whispered something to Crabbe and Goyle that made them laugh loudly, but your eyes were brought somewhere else when you heard a sudden scream up ahead. 

Neville Longbottom flailed on the ground ahead of you all, the book in his hands practically begging to bite his face off. You widened your eyes and ran over to the poor boy, aiding him in rising from the ground. The crowd of students laughed at the boy, and you heard Draco send Longbottom a snarky remark. 

“Don’t be such a wimp, Longbottom!” He bit, walking past you two and sending you a glare in the process. 

You rolled your eyes, watching as everyone began to stroke the spines of their books in order to open them, you following suite with the action. 

Everyone began to gather before Hagrid, and you listened as Hermoine added her input over the books you all were supplied with.

“I think they’re funny.” She said before Draco decided to open his mouth again. 

“Oh yeah! Really funny! Pffts! This place has gone to the dogs! Wait until my father hears that Dumbledoor’s got this oath teaching classes!” He spat, unwelcoming laughter coming from the two boys beside him, which you could clearly tell gave Draco a sense of superiority as a smirk laced his lips. 

“Shut up, Malfoy.” Harry suddenly spat, slowly walking towards him. 

The three boys before him all ‘oohhed’ and Draco slowly made his way up to Harry, suddenly looking behind him with mimicked fear in his expression. He pointed up to the sky and began to stutter jokingly. 

“D-D-Dementor! Dementor!” He screamed, shocking everyone in the crowd as they looked back towards the sky. 

However, you kept your eyes trained on Draco, able to see right through him. He looked over at you for a split moment before turning back to his two friends and laughing at his immature nature. 

The three boys ahead of you brought the hoodies of their robes over their heads, pretending to be a Dementor and you groaned in disgust, Draco’s immaturity being highly unattractive. You turned away from them and towards Hagrid, who began to introduce Buckbeak, his graceful Hippogriff. 

He went on to explain how you should never insult a Hippogriff in any way, and that it could very well be the last time you do such a thing. The rest of the lesson included Harry unwillingly volunteering to feed and interact with the Hippogriff, and Hagrid forced him to catch a ride on the magical creature. When he finally arrived back, the cluster of students began to clap. 

In the corner of your ear, you could hear Malfoy groan. “Oh, give me a break!” He abruptly sat up from his seat, glaring at Harry. 

Before you could stop yourself, your mouth had opened and you spoke how you felt. “Oh, shut it, Malfoy! I think everyone’s had enough of your mouth for one day!” 

A few gasps were heard around you, and you looked over to Draco to see him glaring down at you. Icy chills ran down your back at the gaze. 

“Oh yeah? Is that right, Y/N?” He spat, walking over to you and shoving his nose in your face. 

Your cheeks began to heat up as you realized how close you were to him, his icy blue eyes glaring into yours. 

“Or do you secretly want more of it?” Draco whispered, making sure you were the only one who heard what he had said. 

Your mouth parted in shock, and you looked up at him with wide eyes, frozen in your spot. You didn’t know what to say, so you kept your mouth shut, taking a step back from him so that there was a bit of space between the two of you. 

“That’s what I thought.” Draco bit, turning towards were Buckbeak stood and suddenly storming towards the creature. 

“Yeah, you’re not dangerous at all, are you?” Draco bit, stopping completely in front of the Hippogriff. 

“Oh god, what a bloody idjit!” You whispered to yourself when you heard him break the only rule he needed to follow in order to care for the Hippogriff.

“You ugly brute!” He insulted Buckbeak, immediately causing the creature to react in a way you expected long ago, 

One minute Draco was standing in front of the Hippogriff, trying to block the hit it was about to send him, and the next, he was on the ground, moaning in pain. 

You slowly shook your head at the dense boy. 

This was going to be a very long day, wasn’t it. 

It was your last class of the day, and luckily you managed to have it with one of your favorite professor’s at Hogwart’s. His name was Lupin. His classes were generally extremely interesting, and it seemed that today would be no different as you and your classmates stood before a closet that continued to shake violently. 

Before the class had started, you had been standing in the corner, keeping to yourself very well. Or so you had thought. Your mind was no longer at ease when you saw Draco walk in with Crabbe and Goyle, Draco’s icy blue eyes sending a glare your way. Your heart skipped a beat, your mouth becoming dry at the bitter expression. 

He was now walking around with just one functioning arm, the arm Buckbeak had hit him with earlier today now broken. You had to admit, he looked quite adorable with the sling over his arm. 

“Interesting, isn’t it?” Lupin’s voice echoed from the corner of the room as everyone kept their eyes on the quivering closet before them. “Now, who would like to venture a guess as to what is in there?” 

“It’s a boggart.” One student answered. 

“Very correct. And what might a boggart look like?” 

Hermoine’s voice suddenly ripped through the crowd. “No one knows. Boggart’s are shapeshifter’s. They take the shape of whatever the particular person fears the most. That’s what makes them so-”

“So terrifying. Luckily, a very simple charm spell exists to repell a boggart. Let’s practice it now.” Lupin cut her off, walking to stand beside the closet. “After me… Ridikulus!” 

The class repeated after Lupin, and after the second repetition, you Draco open his mouth. 

“This class is ridiculous.” 

A sudden small cackle escaped your mouth, and Draco looked over to you in shock. He watched as you suddenly smiled at him, and he froze. You have never smiled at him before, and seeing it just now brought a foreign feeling to the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t sure how to react, so he looked back toward your professor, trying to get your gorgeous grin out of his head. 

“Now, the incantation is not what does the job the most. What really matters with a boggart is laughter. You need to force it to a shape you find truly amusing. Or rather comforting. Either one will do, just make sure to not mispronounce the spell.” 

It was a load of boggart’s and laughs later when it was finally your turn, and you slowly walked forward and readied your wand. 

“Alright, Y/N. Think of something you fear, and be ready to turn it into something more.” Lupin instructed you before you looked forward to see the previous boggart morph into something you did not expect. 

It was your mother, in the home you had lived in when you were a child. She was smiling at you with tears in her eyes, her hand on the doorknob, ready to abandon you for the millionth time in your life. Your eyes began to water, and you heard Lupin repeat his previous words to you. 

You nodded and swallowed the lump in your thoat, lifting your wand in the air and yelling out the spell you were assigned. 


You gasped at what now stood in front you. 

It was Draco. 

He had the kind of grin on his face that went from one end to his face to the other, and he looked genuinely happy. He was standing there, a certain twinkle in his eyes as he spoke something that made your cheeks flush with embarrassment. 

“I would never abandon you, love. You mean too much to me.”  

Your chest began to swell, your breathing becoming ragged. You heard the mocking laughs and gasps around you, but you couldn’t bare to listen to them, a few tears trickling from your eyes. 

Draco watched with wide eyes, taking step back in shock. He saw you look back at him, your tear stained cheeks flushed with embarrassment and you hands beginnign to shake. He frowned, feeling bad as he watched you run past him and out of the classroom, your lips quivering and a sob raking through your chest. 

You couldn’t believe this. You couldn’t believe that just happened. 

It was so humiliating. And now he knows. Now he knows what he means to you, what he always meant to you. And he found out in the worst way possible. 

It was almost as if your feet could fly as you zipped out of the classroom and out into the cold air of Hogwarts. You stopped before the courtyard, catching your breath and taking in what has just happened, a violent sob raking through your chest. 

You hadn’t know Draco had went after you as you dropped to the floor in a heap of tears, your soft cries breaking his heart and cracking it in two. What you didn’t know at the moment was that Draco felt something for you. He really did. He knew what it was, it was love, but that wasn’t the point. He just didn’t know how to express it. So everytime he saw you, he put his guard up - he shoved those feelings into the back of his mind. But seeing you now, so hurt and fragile, he knew he couldn’t just let you go like it you were nothing. He realized just how much he actually cared about you, and he realized just how much you cared for him

And that thought alone gave him the courage to walk out of the shadows, revealing himself to you. 

“Oh god.” You groaned when you spotted him through your blurry vision, jumping up from the ground and turning away from him to wipe the wetness from your eyes. 

You could still feel the sobs that were trapped in your chest, but you held them in as best you could. However, when you heard Draco’s soft voice speak to you, you broke down on the spot. 

“You don’t have to hide from me, Y/N. Please don’t be ashamed of what just happened. Personally, I’m quite flattered. I didn’t think a girl like you would ever find an interest in me, of all people.”

You scoffed through your tears, trying to wipe them away as best you could. “A girl like me?” 

You felt a cold hand squeeze your shoulder, and you turned around to be met with the soft blue eyes of Draco. He smiled gently at you, lifting his hand up to wipe away the tears that were still falling. You froze against his hand, closing your eyes and focusing on your breathing. However, Draco’s voice brought you back to him. 

“A girl with a future of her own. A girl who has immense talents and can accomplish anything she wishes. An intelligent mind with a beautiful smile and a voice that can entrance any person into her spell.” 

You stared up at Draco in utter awe, your mouth slightly agape. When he saw the color return to your cheeks in a flood of rosy red blush, his smile widened into the same one your boggart had showed you and your entire class. 

You couldn’t help but smile also, his grin becoming immensely contagious as he cupped your cheek and slowly began to bring your face closer to his. A choking gasp escaped your mouth when Draco finally connected his lips with yours, his thumb brushing lightly against the damp skin. 

The kiss was so soft, so gentle that you almost felt like he hadn’t kissed you. But he did, and when you kissed him back, he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss only slightly. His hand slowly made its way around your waist, and he caressed the exposed skin on your hip so softly. 

He held you as if you were broken glass, so close to breaking that he feared to let go. The feeling made your knees go weak, and you leaned into Draco in order to catch yourself before something embarrassing happened again.

You took a deep breath of fresh air as soon as Draco had pulled apart from you, placing his forehead against your and slowly letting you go, almost as if he didn’t want to. 

And he didn’t. He didn’t want to let you go, he didn’t want you to run away from him. He wanted to stay here with you, cradle you to his chest and reassure you of what you feared the most. He wanted to be your safe place, the one person you can go to whenever you were angry, sad, or even just utterly happy. 

He wanted to be your one and only. 

Fortunately for him, you wanted the same thing. 

Creepypasta #1120: A Quick Guide Of What Not To Do When You Get Lost During A Hike

Length: Long

I’ve been hiking the woods behind my house ever since I was eighteen years old. I know every single trail like the palm of my hand. I try and go at least twice a week, sometimes just once if I’ve been particularly busy. It has a dense kind of forestry, where the branches connect at the canopy and filter out most of the sun.

The trail I frequent is pretty famous now, not like it was when I had first begun taking it. It’s my favorite, because it leads deep into the unknown areas and right to a beautiful creek. It always feels like I’m exploring. And if I’m lucky, I’ll catch glimpses of the local wildlife.

Anyone who goes into the woods occasionally knows that it looks different throughout the day due to the placement of the sun. The shadows fall in other areas and are sometimes more elongated.

I’m used to the ever changing ways. But yesterday, something happened to me that I just couldn’t quite explain within rational reasoning. I’m going to let you guys know what happened. At the same time, I’m going to tell you what not to do when you get lost during a hike.

Number one: Never, ever lose yourself. No, this isn’t some deep shit that I’m trying to anchor into your hearts. I mean it literally; don’t let yourself get lost. Keep track of where you are. Only veer off familiar trails if you have a good idea of where it leads to.

So, as you could probably tell, I did exactly that.

My boots were stomping over the flattened dirt, high grass, and dense packs of trees lining either side of me. It stays warm year round where I live, so the leaves were still plentiful and shaded me from the sun. I passed by the group of rocks that that I call the “angry wife”, as it resembles the angry face of an old woman.

I was about forty minutes from the entrance of the woods. To my left, right after “angry wife” rock, I noticed something that I had never seen before. It was the tiniest, most subtle trail. It looked like it had been barely used. From what I could tell, it was man made, not by the wildlife. But hey, I’m no fucking expert.

Stupidly, I veered from my usual path. It had been a good day. I was in a fantastic mood and felt like poking out of my comfort zone. I was on wide alert as I cautiously took a few steps away from my safe zone. It looked completely normal at first. Beautiful, even. I could feel a wide smile spreading over my face.

The golden sun was bleeding through the canopies, lighting the way in a warm glow. Butterflies bounced around in front of me. Birds chirped loudly as they playfully flew in and out of sight.

Number two: Never lose track of time.

I lost track of time. I thought it had only been about twenty minutes since I had started my mini exploration. When I checked my phone (which of course, had no signal), it had been almost an hour. Stunned, I stopped in my tracks, immediately spinning around to make my way back to the original trail. I made a mental note to come back and walk through the rest of that new path.

As I was walking back, the sun was beginning to set. Remember how I said the forest changed how it looked through the day? Well, that’s what happened, except it was multiplied by about a thousand. I had been hiking in the dark. Hell, I’d spent whole weekends in these woods. It’s never looked this way.

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Camped Out (Ethan Dolan x Reader)

Summary: You, Ethan and a bunch of friends decide to go camping and you all decide to meet at the camping spot, but Ethan is in charge of reading the map and he ends up reading it upside down. You both get terribly lost.
Word Count: 2,251
Warnings: Lots of fluff, implication of sex, fluff fluff fluuufff.
A/N: I’m a sucker for camping fics. Hope you like this one :’) - Also, request anything, my ask is open! xxx

You had been walking for hours now and even though your shoes were made for long walks like these, they still started to hurt your feet. The sun was beating down on you and you were sure that if it weren’t for the trees that somewhat blocked the rays, you’d have been sunburnt a long time ago.

Ethan was walking a few feet in front of you, humming a song as he walked around bushes and followed the trail up ahead, map clutched in his hand in a tight hold.

“Ethan,” you called out, stopping in your tracks and reaching around for the water bottle you had stashed in a small pocket of your grey hiking bag. “E!”

Ethan stopped walking and turned around, his hand coming up to swipe away the hair that was falling in his face and sticking to his forehead. His cheeks were flushed and lips pink, eyes just as beautiful as the first time you laid your eyes on them. You ignored the little flip your stomach made when he looked at you and pouted.

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The worst insult to me, is to tell me “Have you even played the game?”

I get that some of my headcanons are not your headcanon but I dont push you to it so DONT FUCKING PUSH ME. I know for @mysticmessengervibes they were only joking when they said they declared war with me because some of my drawings and my headcanon related to Yoosung, but we were only have fun nothing too serious. 

What I can’t stand is that sometimes my inbox filled with “have you even played the game to know this that… and starting to defending your fave”

Ok thats totally normal to defend your fave but honestly guys, I dont even insult Yoosung I just draw and rate based on my impression. So what? Gonna put me to trail? Go ahead I havent FUCKING PLAYED THE GAME HOW ABOUT THAT? I DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT YOOSUNG AND OTHER CHARACTER AT ALL BECAUSE I’M JUST SOME TRASHES HAPPEN TO LIKE DRAWING DICK. Happy?

PS: Your messege will be deleted perminantly if you don’t like my stuff get the fuck out.

meowdoglover  asked:

You're writing is really amazing! Just wow! Just wow! If you don't mind, may I request a little scenario of 2p Canada or 1p Canada who knows their crush is a sucker for cute things so they use their little woodland friends to draw the s/o close to a trap they made so they can kidnap them?

((awww you’re the sweetest~! Thank you very much!))

It took a few days of diligent work, but Matthew was finally able to stand back and admire his creation. To the naked eye it looked like your average forest scene, and that’s exactly what Matthew was aiming for. Anyway, it would look better tomorrow afternoon.

“Now, we wait.”

It was a beautiful day in early summer. S/o was thankful that their hiking trip fell on a day with such nice weather. 

S/o heard about the mountain trail from a friend. It was only a few minutes drive out of town, and the end of the trail was said to lead to a landing with a breathtaking view of the land.

“Do you want to go together?” s/o had asked their friend.

Their friend laughed. “Not in a million years.”

With no one else wanting to join them, s/o decided to go alone. 

Equipped with a backpack of small necessities, s/o gathered their bearings at the base of the mountain and began hiking. It was a gradual incline that had steep parts here and there, but it was nothing they couldn’t handle. The uneasiness s/o felt before soon subsided and they were able to admire the scenery with an easy mind.

When they reached the top of a steep hill, s/o stopped to have a drink of water. Looking ahead, the trail still seemed so long. “I hope this view is worth it.”

Something rustled in the bushes, and then a rabbit hopped out in front of s/o. It looked common among its kind, with tall ears and brown fur. S/o stood as still as possible while the creature sniffed the ground, but oh my god it was the cutest thing they’d ever seen! ‘Never mind, this trip was totally worth it!’

The rabbit sat up on its hind legs, scanning the area before focusing on s/o. It then began to approach them, slowly hopping closer and closer until it was at their feet. 

This is awesome!’ S/o carefully crouched down to its level. It was a big fella with dark eyes that shimmered in the light. S/o knew it was probably a bad idea, but the way the rabbit looked at them was too tempting. They held out their hand to the little critter and let the rabbit sniff it. Before s/o could react, the rabbit nuzzled its head into their palm like a dog looking for affection. 

S/o was in heaven.

Soon they were petting the rabbit without worry, running their hand along its soft body and scratching behind its ears. The rabbit seemed very happy, even flopping onto its side as it relished in the kind attention.

“This is the best day ever.”

There was suddenly a screech from somewhere off the trail. A few yards away, s/o spotted a fox holding something in it’s mouth. To their horror, it was a baby bunny.

As the poor creature cried, the brown rabbit ran over to s/o and started pulling on their shoelaces, emitting a whining sound as it seemed to gesture towards the fox. It broke s/o’s heart, and eventually they couldn’t stand the sight any longer. 

Without a plan in mind, s/o dashed into the shrubbery, waving their arms and hollering at the fox. It wasn’t much, but the fox backed away as s/o drew closer.

“Drop it!” they shouted. “Put it down!”

The fox spun around and started to run, carrying the crying bunny with it. By then, s/o was determined to catch it. Even as they ran further from the trail, going further into the woods, s/o kept going. Of course the rabbit ran alongside them.

The fox finally slowed down and looked back at s/o, as if waiting for them to catch up. As s/o approached, something snapped and suddenly s/o was being scooped into the air by a net. It lifted them high into the air before swinging side to side, all the while s/o screamed.

“What the hell is this?!” They kept their eyes shut tight until the net stopped swinging. When the world around them was finally still, they opened one eye and scanned their surroundings. That’s when they discovered they were at least six feet off the ground. “Oh, come on! Who sets a net like this in a forest?! They’re not even that efficient!”

On the ground below, the rabbit and its baby were reuniting while the fox watched from a reasonable distance. Despite their current situation, s/o was content being able to witness something so heartwarming. It took a lot of will power to look away from the adorable scene. 

“Okay, back to business.” The net was made with manila rope, definitely not something s/o could rip through barehanded. That’s when they remembered something. “Right! I brought my pocketknife!” They managed to slip off their backpack and fish out the little knife. It was far from impressive and the blade was small, but it was better than nothing. “Freedom, here I come.”

Halfway through one of the ropes, s/o heard chatter from above. They looked up and noticed a family of chipmunks watching from their perch on a branch. One fair-sized critter broke away from the group and climbed down the rope until it was eye-to-eye with s/o.

“Hello, little one.” In feigned hope, s/o asked, “Are you going to help me out?”

The chipmunk crawled down to the rope that s/o was halfway through. It checked out to their progress, then turned to the pocketknife in their hand. It seemed curious, so s/o held it up. “I don’t have sharp teeth like you, so I have to use this to get through the ropes. It’s pretty handy.” When the chipmunk looked up at s/o, they thought for a moment that it understood what they said. Just the shimmer in their eyes held a human-like understanding.

And then it grabbed the knife, yanked it out of s/o’s hand, and dropped it on the ground. 

There was a moment of stunned silence before s/o screamed, “What the hell?!”

As the chipmunk scurried away, s/o dug through their backpack for anything else of use. Anything sharp, anything at all! But there was nothing. S/o was officially stuck in a trap with no way down.

“Need a hand?”

From down bellow came a voice. S/o investigated and beamed with relief when they saw a young man. “Oh my god! Thank goodness! I thought I was going to be stuck here forever!” S/o shifted in the net. “Hey, could you-…” Their words trailed off as all the animals in the area gathered around him, some new ones, too. Even the chipmunks were sitting comfortably on his shoulders. “Whoa, they totally love you!”

He laughed as he petted the fox. “Yeah, they do. They’re pretty helpful, too.”

S/o crossed their arms. “Yeah, well, one of those chipmunks took my knife while I was using it to cut these ropes. I thought I was done for!”

“Like I said,” he repeated, “they’re helpful.” The smile on his face looked innocent, but there was something strange about his aura. S/o felt chills running up their spine.

“Uh, well, can you help me down? It’s a little cramped in here.”

He nodded. “Sure.” He went to work carefully lowering the net. “By the way, my name’s Matthew.” 

“Nice to meet you. I’m s/o.”

The net was nearly lowered all the way, but Matthew stopped before it could touch the ground. He tied it again and then approached s/o.

S/o was confused as Matthew stood next to them, digging through his bag for something. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just lower it all the way?” Rather than a response, Matthew pulled out an aerosol can. What it contained, s/o wasn’t sure. “Hey, what’re you doing?”

He shook the can. “I just thought this would be easier.” He held it up and sprayed the particles at s/o’s face. It wasn’t much before he pulled away. “That should do it.”

“Dude!” S/o coughed. “What was that?!”

“Just a little something to help you relax.” After putting the can away, Matthew faced s/o with a peaceful expression upon his face. “Don’t worry. We’re going to be happy together. Just you and me.”

Red flags were popping up everywhere, but s/o couldn’t do anything. They were losing their strength, and darkness was slowly invading the corners of their vision. The last thing they saw before blacking out was Matthew’s smiling face and the cheerful critters all around him.

((tbh I built the story around the rascally chipmunks. sorry not sorry))


For Anonymous. Got so excited by your request that I made myself a cup of tea and sat down at midnight to write it. 

I hope it’s what you were hoping for - I tried my best. Let me know what you think.

Gif Credit: @bonniebirdsgifcentre

You were mumbling to yourself, glaring into a half empty cup of tea. The kitchen was quiet except for the crackling fire at your back.

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The Only Rational Reason Jon Betrayed the North - A Fanfic

Originally posted by everythingjonsa

Okay, this is my first fanfic in six years, so please be nice to me; but I was literally so displeased with Jon’s actions, I came up with an explanation of my own. Jon returns to Winterfell with the silver haired queen in tow, and he can’t help but crave lemon cakes and that’s all he thinks about before reaching home. He still believe’s Sansa is his sister, and is finally reunited with Arya. If people like this short oneshot enough, I’ll consider expanding it and posting on AO3, but for now, enjoy this little short! Also, feed back is appreciated! 

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5 Miles

Wedding Week Fic #1

Proposal with Aaron Burr

“HAPPY BURR-THDAY!” You screamed as you ran into your boyfriend’s room, jumping on his bed and attacking his face with kisses.

He groaned and then laughed, wrapping his arms around he and dragging you down to lay next to him.

“Thank you darling,” he muttered, giving you a lasting kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You both laid in bed for a few minutes, sharing soft kisses and loving glances.

“Alright, get up. We are going hiking! I already packed a picnic lunch too,” you told him, climbing out of bed.

He nodded and went to dress, grabbing a water bottle and following you out to your car.

The drive took about an hour, however, it was a very scenic and peaceful drive. You both made small talk, enjoying the presence of each other’s company.

“There’s the trail,” you called, skipping ahead in your excitement. Today was going to be a very important and special day if everything went right.

The hike was five miles to get to the lake that you both wanted to see. You would stop and eat your lunch at the lake, then maybe wade in the water for a while.

Thankfully, the hike was mostly flat. On the downside, it was a lot hotter than the two of you expected, and you were sweating buckets by the time you actually got to the lake.

“That was a lot,” Aaron said as he sat on the blanket that you both laid out. You nodded tiredly and sat next to him, pulling out sandwiches and fruit.

“Make sure you get some more water,” you said to him. He nodded and grabbed new water bottles for himself and you.

“It’s actually a lot nicer than I expected,” he admitted.

You smiled as you bit into your apple.

“I’m glad you like it,” you replied after you finished your bite.

Aaron started stealing glances over at you, he had a nervous look in his eye.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” he said softly.

“Of course.”

He took a deep breath before pulling a little box out of his pocket.

“Will you marry me?”

You stared at him, shock filling your eyes and your jaw dropping.

You didn’t realize how long you had been staring at him before he grew uneasy.


You snapped back to reality before grabbing your bag and pulling out a little velvet box of your own.

“Of course! It’s just… well… I was going to ask you,” you smiled, opening the box.

He laughed and you joined him.

“Of course I’ll marry you,” you both said at the same time.

You slid the rings onto each other’s fingers.

“I love you,” you whispered, capturing Aaron’s lips in a soft kiss.

“I love you too.”

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Request: Hello! First - I love the blog! Your writing is so nice and it’s adorable! Second - may I request a S/O who wanders into the Lost Woods without thinking and gets lost somehow? Maybe BOTW!Link has to go find her in hopes that nothing bad happens? Thank you! <3

For: @briqhtskye

Word count: 3325

Fr tho what’s with me and knocking S/O out? Also I had way too much fun writing this, rip my wrists.

The pale light of the morning sun woke you up, cascading over your slumbering form that had been leaning against your goods for the night, underneath a rock to shelter from the rain. Your fire had dwindled down to ash, and your skin had a gentle coating of dew. The air felt warm, heat emanating from the volcano active behind you. The day was beginning, and you were off to travel to sell your wares once again.

You had actually just gotten back from a stable, where the Legendary hero Link had sold you out of all your wares. Luckily, you were able to collect more materials to make arrows as well as ingredients; it helped that he sold you his own materials. A smile danced across your lips as you thought of the handsome young man, smiling at you as he paid for his supplies. You couldn’t help but blush at the thought that he always came to you, rather than Beedle or any of the other traveling merchants. You scratched the back of your head laughing, before standing up and pulling your stuff on your back.

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Easy runs that feel hard…

The moment you find yourself standing in the woods, feeling sluggish and kind of not motivated to carry on because your pace is 2 minutes slower than it used to be. The moment you ask yourself if it’s because of the hot temperatures or the incline in almost every trail.

And then you realise that you don’t care. And that the trail ahead of you is just magical and beautiful. And that the low moments just make running what you love most about it.

Barbie (Chapter 8)

Chris Pine X Reader.

Summary: What started as a simple date ended as a failed romance. Or has it truly failed?

Warnings: Cursing, as per use.

Authors note:  Everyone whose been reading this knows of Mr. Beau who has been playing a semi large in Y/N and Chris’ relationship. In All honesty, introducing him was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I had this idea and i couldn’t figure out how to properly execute it. I got a message actually asking what he looked like and i could describe it but i wanted a face claim? So, to google i went and after like six days of random descriptive words placed together, i discovered, Ryan Gosling in ‘The Place Beyond The Pines’ (The Irony) where he played Luke. Haven’t seen the movie? Well… neither have I. But that doesn’t matter, we’re just stealing this character. 

But this is what he looks like as well as whom Mr. Beau is:

And Chris Pine… obviously looks like Chris Pine.

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8.  Chapter 9. 

You called out of work the next day, claiming you’d come down with a nasty cold and didn’t want others to catch it when in actuality, you were a mess. Physically and mentally. You sata on your couch, dried tears crusted on your face while you scooped Ice cream directly out of the tub into your mouth.

It was not a pretty scene but right now you didn’t feel pretty. Now, you felt worthless. Like everyone else in the world got happy endings but you. You screwed up your relationship with Chris by allowing your insecurities and jealousy to get ahead, he left without question and suddenly your alone.

The relationship chewed you up and spit you out.

The television was playing in front of you but you barely paid any attention to it, a woman with a Brooklyn accent and large hooped earrings was shouting about her ‘baby daddy’ and her new boyfriend. It was ridiculous.

“My boyfriend… he ain’t care no more. He be all up in my business thinking I love my baby daddy.” She whined, tossing her hands up in the air for no reason.

“Oh, Jesus, woman. Who cares! Just leave him!” You shout at the television in anger. “Poor girl got two boys who don’t deserve her meanwhile my boyfriend was off trying to get someone pretty, bustier; taller and probably was better in the sack than me but dear god, your poor little boy and baby daddy trouble are much worse.” It sounds like you’re drunk or at least hangover which is not the case, surprisingly. You had one drink unfortunately and then you realized your supply of alcohol was out which caused you to change to Ice Cream. Thankfully, you had a carton and half left of chocolate ice cream which was helping to sooth the pain of heart break.

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“You’re Gonna See it Someday; It’s Affection Always”

Fandom: Veep
Characters: Dan Egan, Amy Brookheimer
Pairing: Dan/Amy
Rating: T (use of mature language)
In which Amy’s pregnant, and Dan already has a plan mapped out for them.

He’s a fucking snake with the eyes of a hawk. Of course he’s up to something. She knows him, better than anybody else probably ever has, ever could.

“And now you’re gonna eat.” He reaches down, picks up a rounded bowl. “Eating for two now, Amy.”

She’s seriously gonna stab him with a fucking spoon.

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