You’re moving through the tall grass, getting a glimpse of the prey, the shoulders mostly, the mane. You prepare your rifle. You’re very quiet. And then t h e r e ’ s a m o m e n t. The wind changes, the grass stops swaying. The lion turns, looks at you. The moment you realize you are no longer the hunter, y o u a r e t h e p r e y.
ah yes, a good bedtime story *pulls up hardcore 18+ fanfic*
one of my favorite FOB encounter stories is the one where this girl was eating at a restaurant and she was wearing a FOB shirt and she felt someone looking at her so she looked out the glass window she was sitting by and Pete Wentz was on the other side of the glass just staring at her and grinning.
tbh there are literally only like three people in the world who i can hang out with for more than four or five hours without wanting to strangle them
i wish i was the ”gets all A’s” type of nerd instead i’m the ”watches star trek for 5 hours a day” type of nerd
when ur thirsty for fic but you have quite fucking literally read every single quality fanfiction for the pairing