from that book that one post made me grab off my shelf

“We both tried to grab at the last copy of that desired book at the same time and had a tug of war.” (from this post)

Sterek ficlet, T, ~1.6k words. Basically, I was going to just do a tiny little drabble as a warm-up for working on one of my WIPs, and then I was having too much fun with it to stop.

(Btw, if you couldn’t tell, I totally made up the book series in question. Any resemblance to any actual book is completely coincidental.) 

It’s definitely some kind of torture that on the day the seventh and final Path of Wolves novel comes out, Stiles still has to go to school like it’s not the most important day of the year or anything.

And okay, so it’s not like anyone else in Beacon Hills has even heard of these books except Scott, and then only because Stiles can’t shut up about them, but still. Stiles spends the entire day practically vibrating out of his skin with the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t taken in a word any of his teachers has said today. The only reason he doesn’t try to make a break for it during lunch is that he can’t afford another detention on his record, and even so, he’s still sorely, sorely tempted to risk it. In the end, he has to get Lydia to hide his car keys from him.

(He was going to ask Scott to do it, but Scott would have caved as soon as Stiles started begging, and Stiles is definitely not above begging, so Lydia it is.)

The instant the final bell rings, though, Stiles is out of there, flying across the parking lot and gunning the Jeep. The bookstore probably only ordered a few copies, and if Stiles isn’t holding one of them by the time he leaves, somebody’s about to get murdered.

Not that he actually expects any competition, but it’s better not to let these things go to chance. He already messed up once by procrastinating on pre-ordering until they were sold out; he didn’t think it was possible for a Path of Wolves novel to be sold out. He was wrong, and now he’s paying for it by having to physically go to the bookstore to get it.

Either Stiles vastly overestimated how many copies the store was going to order, or else he vastly underestimated how many people in Beacon Hills read these books, because when he skids to a stop in front of the New Releases shelf, there’s only one copy left. One beautiful, perfect hardcover copy.

Lucky for him, one copy is enough.

Except that when he grabs ahold of it, someone else does, too.

For a long second, Stiles can’t even believe what he’s seeing. Another hand, on his book. Another hand that’s not letting go, even though Stiles has already clearly and unambiguously grabbed it by the spine and isn’t letting go, either.

Stiles turns his head incredulously to get a look at this usurper, and it’s Derek Hale. As in, made-of-muscles, leather-wearing lacrosse captain Derek Hale.

Until this moment, Stiles wasn’t even sure Derek could read, and now he’s trying to steal Stiles’ obscure eight-hundred-page fantasy novel. What.

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Collectibles scammer now collects bad reviews.

This may get long but I will do my best to reign my ramble-y self in.
(tl;dr at the end)

Names faces and some details have been changed to protect the innocent and prevent more harassment.

My little brother(in-law…known from here out as LB) told me about a decent sized FB group devoted to a type of collectible we are both into. I join the group and he tells me about this great deal he took part in. The group has sponsored vendors a.k.a. people who throw a few bucks at the group’s mod and they get a shiny star saying everyone should trust them…keyword should.

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Jet Lag

Cute & cuddly Harry :)
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You had just finished your post-workout shower when you made your way into your shared bedroom to go to bed. It was already late and you had an early morning, so you were surprised to see Harry still sitting up in your bed with his jeans on.

“M'sorry, baby. Jet lag is killing me, I don’t think I’ll get much sleep tonight.” He sighed.

You shrugged nonchalantly, choosing not to think about spending another night with Harry tossing and turning.

“You’re not tired at all?” You asked, slipping the rings off your fingers and unclasping your necklace.

“I fell asleep while you were shopping earlier. I’ve been tryin’ to get my sleep schedule back on track, but I jus’ can’t seem to make it work.”

You nodded understandingly and slid your glasses on. He’d been halfway around the world- twice- within the past week and you felt like you owed it to him to keep him company during his sleepless nights.

“I’ll try to stay up a little longer, maybe you’ll get tired by then.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you shook your head at him as you grabbed your book off the shelf. As soon as you sat down, he pulled you close to him and tucked you into his side.

You’d only read a few pages when you began to feel his eyes practically staring holes in his shirt you were wearing. After a few more minutes of attempting to concentrate, you closed your book and set it on the nightstand.

“Need something?” You grinned playfully up at him and he laughed in return.

“No, just thought you looked cute, s'all.” He shrugged, and kissed the top of your head.

You could feel your eyes starting to get heavy, but you didn’t want to drift off to sleep and leave Harry’s presence just yet.

“You don’t have to leave again for a while, do you?” You asked, wide eyed as the possibility of him flying across the world again crossed your mind. You were relieved when he shook his head.

“I’ve gotta be in London next week for somethin’, but I was hoping you could travel with me for a bit.” He smiled, pushing a few stray hairs out of your face as they fell from your ponytail.

You smiled at the thought. There was nothing better than traveling with Harry, because he was always sure to show you around places he’d been before and explore all the places he hadn’t. You were relieved when you concluded that your schedule was clear enough to go with him.

“Of course I’ll go, H. Not sure I can keep up with the jet lag though, hm?” You giggled, snuggling closer and letting the warmth of his body soothe you into shutting your eyes for a few more seconds.

“S'alright. I won’t mind you falling asleep on me… kinda like you are right now.” He joked.

“Hey, m'not asleep!”

He laughed and rubbed your arm gently, settling himself against the pillows so you could be more comfortable.

“Go t'sleep, angel.” He prodded you gently, even though your eyes were still fighting to stay open.

“No… I’ll stay up with you, I promise..” You drawled.

“Don’t have to do that, love. I’ll still be right here when you wake up.” He said, but he hoped that by the time you woke up he’ll have gotten a little sleep.

It’s almost like you were waiting for his affirmation that he’d be okay waiting up alone, because you were out like a light as soon as he pulled the blanket over you.

Before he turned on the TV and muted it, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek, muttering one last “I love you” before he let you sleep peacefully.

Title: Mine

Request: Can you do a Leon Draisaitl one, where you guys have a bit of a secret relationship, and he sees a guy flirting with you while shopping or something, and he gets super jealous and mad. Maybe he finally decides to put a real label on your relationship and make it more public. Please and thank you! ///AND/// your writing is so good omg could you possibly do an angry draisaitl one shot w make up sex something?

Warnings: Jealousy, Smut

Author’s Note: I thought these requests paired up really well. I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is appreciated. :)

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests


“I don’t know. A lot of the other girls get shit on for no reason other than the fact they’re dating a hockey player. I don’t want that to happen to you.” he said, shaking his head as he scrolled through his pictures. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was looking for the best photo of him and the boys from their golfing trip yesterday to post to Instagram.  

“I don’t need it posted all over the internet, Leon, but no one even knows we’re dating.” you sighed, flopping down beside him on the sofa. “Connor only knows about me because he saw you buying flowers.”

“The boys have loud mouths.” he reasoned, the anger bubbling up inside you as he flicked through filters.

“It feels like you’re hiding me.” you said softly.

“I’m not hiding you.” he said, glancing over to you, pausing as he studied your face. “I guess I kind of am.” he admitted with a sigh. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Fine.” you said abruptly, not wanting to get into it again. You stood, turning to head out of the living room.

“(Y/N).” he called, his footsteps following you quickly. “It’s not—”

“I said it’s fine, Leon. I’m dropping it.” you said curtly, grabbing your jacket off the back of the chair. “Let’s just get going, okay? Unless you don’t want to be seen in public with me either.” you added angrily, looking at him from the corner of your eye.

He frowned, shaking his head as he grabbed his keys off the table, shoving his wallet into his back pocket. The drive to the mall was silent, Leon’s eyes not leaving the road. Part of you felt bad, you didn’t want to pressure Leon into anything, but the two of you had been seeing each other over three months; he was still introducing you as his ‘friend’, if he even bothered introducing you at all. You wanted your relationship to be official, but Leon was either painfully oblivious to your growing feelings, or just didn’t feel the same way. You didn’t even want to think about the latter.

“I have to go grab a present for my mom’s birthday and swing by the tailor to pick up my new suit. I’ll meet you in the food court for lunch around 12:30?” he suggested, pulling into the parking lot.

“Sure.” you shrugged, unbuckling your seatbelt, wanting to escape the confines of Leon’s SUV. Getting out of the car you watched as Leon headed to the far entrance of the mall without a second glance; leaving you to your own devices.

You made a beeline to the bookstore, forgetting your sadness as you browsed the rows of books for a long while. You settled on a few, heading to the cash register. Noticing you still had some time until you had to meet Leon for lunch, you stepped into the Sephora next door, looking through the shelves, smiling when you found the display of perfume. You sprayed a few on the paper test strips before finding one you really liked, spraying some on your neck. It was more sensual than your usual scent, a little sexier, a little more mature. You grabbed a new bottle off the shelf, paying at the counter before heading to the food court.

It was fairly empty as you searched the sea of tables, no luck in finding Leon. You found an empty table in the corner, away from the hustle and bustle. Settling into one of the plastic chairs, you pulled out one of your new books, cracking it open as you waited for Leon. A few minutes later you heard the chair across from you being pulled out, you looked up, surprised when you saw it wasn’t Leon.

“Need a lunch date?” he asked with grin, slipping into the seat across from you.

“I’m waiting for a friend.” you said, looking over the top of your book as you turned the page, hoping he would get the hint and leave. No such luck.

“What kind of person would let you sit here by yourself?” he asked. “The least I could do would be to wait with you until your friend shows up. Keep you company.” he offered.

“I don’t even know your name.” you said, despite your best efforts you couldn’t stop the smirk that was curling at the corner of your mouth; he was damn cute. You closed the book, leaning towards him as he spoke again.

“I’m James.” he offered, extending his hand across the table. “Now you know my name.”

“(Y/N).” you said, slipping your hand into his own, appreciating the warmth of his firm grip, his touch sending a bolt of electricity down your arm.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N).” he smiled. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed the dimple dipping into his left cheek; you couldn’t stop the heat from rising to your cheeks. “So what kind of awful friend would leave a beautiful woman alone and waiting for a lunch date?” he asked again, his eyes boring into yours.

“The kind who’s running late. I’ll take it from here.” a voice said from behind you. You whipped around, looking at Leon, his face tinged red in anger, his lips set in a firm line.

“Who’s this?” James asked you, his brows furrowed as he glanced between you and Leon.

“Leon.” you offered. “We’re… we’re kind of together.” you said, feeling guilty for flirting with him; despite how that dimple made your heart flutter.

“Kinda together, huh?” he laughed, standing up. He pulled a pen from his pocket scribbling something on a napkin. “If you ever get tired of being ‘kinda together’, give me a call, yeah?” he smiled, tossing napkin in front of you before sauntering away; unaffected by Leon’s anger.

“What the fuck was that?” Leon asked, looking over at you as you slipped your book back in the shopping bag.

“I don’t know, he came and sat down with me.” you shrugged.

“Let’s go. We can order lunch back at my apartment, okay?” he huffed. You nodded, grabbing your bag of purchases off the table; swiping the napkin off the table without thinking.

“What the hell?” Leon growled, yanking the piece of paper from your fingers, tossing it in a trashcan.

“What?” you demanded, embarrassed for grabbing it in the first place; but your anger getting the better of you, deciding to push it against your better judgement. “We’re not official, a guy gave me his number, what I do with it is my business.” you snarled.

He took a deep breath, the anger evident in his eyes. “We’ll talk about this at my place,” he said, barreling through the food court. You practically had to jog to keep up with his long strides. The car ride was again silent. By the time you had gotten back to his condo, the tension was palpable.

Leon unlocked the door, stomping to the bedroom, muttering under his breath. You set your bag on the counter, sliding your jacket off. You felt his eyes on you before you saw him. Turning slowly, you saw Leon standing in the doorway his posture stiff, his eyes angry.

“Leon—” you started nervously; he was never this quiet.

“So, we’re ‘kind of together’?” he demanded.

“Yeah, Leon, we kind of are.” you said angrily, the nervousness disappearing as you picked up where you had left off. “We see each other, but we’re not official, no one knows me as anything other than your friend, if they know me at all.” you hissed.

He stalked towards you, you backed up until you hit the kitchen wall behind you. You were trapped between the wall and his strong body. Leon lifted his arms to rest against the wall on either side of your head.

“We’re together.” he stated firmly. “Right?”

“I guess.” you said, a shuddering breath escaping your lips.

“You’re mine. My girl. My partner in crime. My girlfriend.” he listed, his face inches from your own. “Whatever label you want to stick on it.” he said confidently.

Your breath was caught in your throat, your cheeks flushing at his intensity. A bolt of heat shot through your body. “Show me.” you said, watching as Leon smirked at the challenge.

“I can do that.” he chuckled, dipping down to catch your lips between his. His hand slipped from the wall to your shoulder, falling lower his hand cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. Gasping at the sensation, you could feel Leon’s smile against your lips. HIs hand slid under your shirt and bra, his calloused hand rough against your skin.

Pulling back, you pulled the shirt over your head, letting it fall to the floor. Leon’s skilled fingers unclasped your bra, letting it drop off your shoulders. “I want to see all of you.” he murmured, his lips attacking your neck as you kicked off your shoes, shimmying out of your jeans and underwear.

He smiled, dropping to his knees in front of your exposed core. He pressed his hands firmly against the inside of your knees, spreading your legs before nestling his face between your legs, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You sighed, the anticipation of what was to come putting you on edge. Leon worked his way up your thigh, leaving a trail of kiss before his tongue found your entrance, tracing along your folds until he reached you clit. You cried out as his tongue ran circles around your clit, your knees weakened as he brought you closer to orgasm. He looked up at you, the satisfaction in his eyes obvious as he watched you start to come undone. His hands rose to your hips, holding you against the wall to keep you from sliding to the floor as your fingers curled into his hair, moaning as your orgasm shook you to the core.

Your breathing was deep as Leon rose to his feet, his hands still gripping your hips. “How was that, baby?” he whispered. “Enough to show you that you’re mine?” he almost growled, crashing his lips against yours.

“More.” you demanded, your fingers wrapping in the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

“Someone’s greedy.” he laughed; the rest of his clothes joining yours on the floor at lightning speed. He spun you around, leading you towards the counter. You reached for him, his cock stiff in your hands. “Not today, baby.” he lifting you onto the counter. “I’m supposed to be showing you that you’re mine.” he said gruffly, pushing your thighs apart, moving to stand between your legs.

He lined himself up with your entrance, rocking his hips forward with no warning. You gasped, your arms wrapping around his shoulders for support as he pulled out and slammed into you again. “Fuck, Leon.” you moaned into his shoulder. His hands tightened on your hips, holding you in place firmly as he pounded into you.

“You’re mine.” he said, his voice raw from exertion. “I’m yours. We’ll tell the whole fucking world if you want.” he moaned. “Is that what you want?” he grunted, his hips still driving himself deeper into you.

“Yes.” you moaned, your head rolling back. “I want you.” you breathed. He plunged into you a few more times before sliding a hand between the two of you, his thumb pressing against your clit.

You cried out at the new, intensified, sensation that overtook your body. “Fuck, I’m so close.” you breathed; Leon’s face lined with determination.

“Let it go, baby.” he instructed, his thumb moving to rub circles on your swollen nub. Your walls clenched around him, encouraging his own orgasm. You crumbled against the cool countertop as Leon thrust into you once more before spilling inside you.

The two of you stayed like that; catching your breath, the seconds turning into minutes. Leon pulled out slowly, his arms circling around you, pulling you back into a sitting position. A thin sheen of sweat covered his brow, his blue eyes shining as your eyes met his.

“So, it’s official. We’re together.” he said.

“Was that a statement or a question?” you smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You tell me.” he said. “I don’t want you to take napkins with others guys phone numbers on them.” he said.

“The only boy I need in my phone is you.” you told him. “I love you, Leon.” you admitted.

“I love you, too.” he smiled.

“Many More Birthdays”

request: Can you do Sebastian stan x reader where its the readers birthday and she spends it alone at a bookstore, then they ran into each other and he finds out it’s her birthday so they have an adventure. Please and thank you!!! Love your writing 

word count: 1331

warnings: fluff, reader grew up in the foster care system 

A/N: thank you for the request! let me know if you want to be on my taglist! leave me some requests in my ask box or just drop by to say hi! i will try to get back to posting again. I’ve never been the NYC so the adventure part is made up from movies and my imagination. I really want to go someday.


Originally posted by sebastianobrien

Alone, like every other birthday. Here you were on your twenty first birthday with nothing to do.

Today started out like every other day. You got up, went for a run around Central Park, and got ready to go do errands. Except, you were one year older; one more year alone. That’s why you hated your birthday. You never had anyone to spend it with.

Your parents gave you up for adoption when you were born. You had no idea why, but they did. Every birthday you had was ignored and you eventually started ignoring them too. There was nothing happy to go along with your birthday. No presents, no cake, no family.

When you turned eighteen you were sent off on your own and you were glad for it. You didn’t have to deal with anymore shitty foster homes and shitty parents. You could finally be on your own. You could go to college and finally enjoy life, and you did, but birthdays were still hard.

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Borrowed Books and Long Showers | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: Yep!

67. “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”
70. “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”
98. “Don’t shut me out.”

Requests: Open!

Summary: You and Draco meet again after the war and things become serious. You struggle with your mental health because of PTSD from the war, he helps. Super fluffy ending. This is a roller coaster ride tbh I am so sorry. Angst, fluffy fluff.

Warnings: PTSD, mentions of Cruciatus Curse, swearing

Words: 2807

A/N: I’m posting this with less than an hour left of the 20th anniversary of Harry Potter!! As stated before, this is a roller coaster ride so I apologize. I hope you all find it at least somewhat cute. I have written a lot of the reader comforting Draco lately so I decided to switch it up a bit for this one! Feel free to reblog and feedback is greatly appreciated!!


             The magical healers were unparalleled in their abilities to heal the wounded body. Magic could regrow bones, seal gaping wounds, and create fully functional prosthetics. But what magic couldn’t do is heal the wounded mind, and you knew that fact all too well. You had been a Gryffindor while you were at Hogwarts, a part of Dumbledore’s Army, and a muggle born at that, so when the war rolled around, the new management did not take too kindly to you. You also had been involved when the DA was ambushed at the Department of Mysteries, as well had been harshly interrogated during your seventh year under the death eater reign on the school because you were believed to know where the Golden Trio was hiding. After the Carrow Siblings were appointed as professors and they began using, and making other students use, the Cruciatus Curse in detentions, where you found yourself often because of your resistance, you fought alongside Neville and Ginny to reestablish the DA and push back against the strong fist in which Voldemort held the school with. Because of all this, you often found yourself waking in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, a scream tearing your throat, and days where the flashbacks were so bad you could barely get out of bed. Potions and charms could fix the deep cuts and dark bruises you earned in the battles, but they couldn’t soothe the wounds of the PTSD you were left with.

             It was because of this that everyone was shocked when they heard the news that you and Draco Malfoy had started seeing each other. Though, you couldn’t blame them, you were a bit surprised as well. You had been in a book store in Diagon Alley, two days before your paycheck would be in, and looking at the newest book in your favorite series. As you reached up to grab the book on a shelf you realized you were too short, and while you were looking around for a foot stool, you had seen him seated across the store at a table. When you made eye contact with him you found yourself smiling at him softly, and you were a bit astonished when the corners of his mouth twitched up with a small smile. After reaching the book you had your eye on, you checked the price and the number of galleons in your pocket, realizing you didn’t have enough you pursed your lips and placed the book back where you had found it before exiting the store with the intention to return in a couple days. But when you returned home to your small apartment after work the next day, you found that an owl sitting on your window sill. When you opened the glass it dropped by a small rectangular package wrapped in brown paper, a note attached. Upon opening it you found it was the latest book in your favorite series. Grinning, you opening the note and read it,

          ‘I wanted to apologize, but didn’t know how. I hoped that this would be a good start. I can’t put into words how much I want to thank you for your smile.

          -D.M.’

             It was simple, but it carried massive weight. You quickly scrambled to get paper and a pen, checking to see if the owl was still there. When it was, you scrawled out a letter in response.

             ‘Thank you for the book, I really appreciate it. There is no need to thank me for a smile, I believe strongly in second chances and redemption.

             -Y/F/A. Y/L/A.’

             After that you attached it to the owl and sent it off then sat down with your new book. You were a couple pages in when you idly wondered if you would be receiving a letter back. You didn’t.

             It was later that week, after you got paid, that you decided to go to a new café in Diagon Alley to read more. When you got there and waited for your coffee, booked tucked under your arm, you surveyed the large room. It was quaint and cozy, not many people were talking and there was a fireplace in the corner. And, to your surprise, you saw the same familiar face as you did before in the book shop. You bit your lip, wondering if you should ask to sit with him or to find somewhere else to make yourself cozy. Moments later your name was called to pick up your order, causing Draco to look up from the paper he was reading. Grabbing your drink, you glanced over to where he was sitting and found that he was still looking in your direction. You smiled warmly and waved, and he gave you the same small smile he did the day before, lifting a hand slightly for a subtle and hesitant wave back, before he returned to the paper. With a spark of courage, you were a Gryffindor after all, you made your way over to the table by the fireplace and plopped down in the seat in front of him. Startled, he looked up.

             “This is a wonderful little place, isn’t it? I’m so glad it opened up.” You said with a grin, looking around the place again, “What do you think?”

             “Yes, I agree,” He responded, surprise was still evident on his face.

             “Thank you again for the book. I was wondering if you were going to respond to my letter but you never did.” You couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice as you took a sip of your coffee.

             Draco took a moment to reply, as if he was carefully formulating what he was going to say. “I didn’t want to overstep my bounds.”

             “Nonsense,” You said with a smile and a dismissive wave of your hand. “Speaking of overstepping bounds, is it alright that I sit here with you?” You hoped he would say it was. You didn’t know exactly why you were sitting across from someone who a year earlier would have called you a slur and cursed you, but he was making an effort to change. Word had it that he had cut ties with his family and was training to become a healer. Some said it was selfish reasons, that they were holding his image back and if he cut ties it would help him seem more progressive, but most everyone knew the amount of pressure that was put on him by his family to do what he did, so most left it alone. Though leaving it alone is far from acceptance.

             “Yes,” He said with that smile that you were growing fond of, “It’s alright.”

             You grinned before opening your book and began reading. It was a while before either of you spoke up, this time it was Draco who broke the silence. “What is it about?” He asked, nodding to your book.

             That then caused you to go on a long winded and excited explanation of the series, your eyes lighting up as you talked about the depth of the protagonist, your hands gesturing wildly as you went on and on about character development and different plot arcs. Draco listened intently, his eyes rarely leaving your form as you talked. He frowned when an apologetic look found its way onto your face and you apologized, saying that was probably more than what he wanted to know and your friends always tell you that you had a habit of getting a bit overzealous at times.

             “No, I enjoyed listening, if you like them that much I may have to read them.” He smiled encouragingly, a genuine smile. Not the small reserved one you had seen previously. There was a faint pull in his chest when he realized that your friends had censored your excitement so much that it made you apologize for something you were talking passionately about.

             “I own all of them, you can borrow them if you’d like.” You offered before finishing the last of your coffee.

             “I’d like that.” He nodded, though he was unsure if he liked the fact that you’d be loaning him the books or the fact that this meant that there were going to be future interactions with you.

             After that you had loaned him all the books. It was a mildly long series too so it meant that you’d keep having to converse frequently to exchange the books as well as you could discuss what he thought of them and different theories about the plot. It was at a few books in when you told him you were too busy to meet at the coffee shop to give him the next book in the series and that he could stop by your flat to exchange the old one for the next. He said he could just send his owl but you insisted he stop by. When he knocked on your door and heard a ‘Come on in,’ he opened the door a bit cautiously, as if the second he stepped over the threshold you would kick him out, but instead he found you at the stove, wand tucked behind your ear, various pots being stirred by enchanted spoons.

             “The books are over on the bookcase on the left, you’re welcome to stay for dinner as well, I accidentally made a bit too much for just myself.” You nodded toward one of the bookcases in your living room.

             “Accidentally?” He asked, an amused smirk on his lips as he realized the real reason you insisted on him coming in person.

             “Accidentally.” You winked before returning to the food.

             You two somehow made it a weekly event, one night a week one of you would go to the other’s house for dinner, staying after to talk or just enjoy each other’s presence while you read or caught up on work. Then it moved to two nights a week, then three, then almost every night together. You don’t exactly know how it happened but one moment you were sitting on the couch discussing the series, as he had just finished the latest book, and the next your lips were on his, his fingers tanged in your hair and both of you breathless. You started dating soon after, much to everyone’s surprise. Hermione shrieked and Ginny knocked over a glass of water when you told them at your weekly girls’ brunch. They soon accepted it though, they figured if you trusted him and Harry testified to Draco’s innocence at the trials, they could accept him into their lives by proxy. You began living together after a year, and had now been dating for three years.

             You kept your nightmares from him as long as possible. When he woke up alone and knocked on the bathroom door asking if you were alright you explained it was just that you probably ate something bad and were extremely nauseous, you didn’t know he didn’t believe you. It was when you work up screaming one night that you finally told him. You didn’t want him to feel guilty, because it wasn’t his fault. Draco held you close to his chest, drawing soothing circles with his hand across your back and telling you to breathe with him. When he asked why you hadn’t told him before you hesitated before telling him the reason.

             “Darling, please tell me when you have these nightmares, I know what you’ve been through, I’m here for you. I can’t stand seeing you like this. Please, let me help.” And so, you did. When you had nightmares that hit too close to home, times when you spent hours in the shower, the heavy water beating down on your back in an attempt to ground you back into reality, and the days when you went nights without sleeping because you couldn’t stand the vivid scenes from your memory flashing behind your eyelids, he’d do whatever he could to help you.

             “My love, I’m home!” Draco called as he walked into your now shared flat from returning from St. Mungo’s. He frowned when he got no reply, setting down his bag and quickly walking through the rooms until he heard the shower running in the bathroom. He cursed to himself, you were just about to get in the shower when he was leaving that morning to go to work. Carefully opening up the as to not startle you he said your name quietly. Upon entering and pulling back the shower curtain he found you sitting on the floor, half clothed, only in your underwear, the spray raining down on your neck and back.

             Quickly Draco stripped down as well until he was just in his boxers and got in alongside you, as he has done before when he would find you like this, caught in the painful world of the past. He sat down behind you so that you fit between his legs and wrapped his arms around your waist, and put his chin on your shoulder. Immediately you stiffened, your eyes glassy, still not responding to the soft words he spoke. You were far away. A place where your friends were forced to use unforgivable curses on you, and you on them. Where searing pain of a thousand knives’ blades permeated your senses.

             “Don’t shut me out. Listen to my voice, follow the sound of it, come back to me.” He whispered, holding you tight, as you slowly relaxed into his chest, “You’re strong, baby. You have to be. Please listen, come back to me, I’m here.”

             When you finally came back from the memories that still held you like an iron fist, you thanked Draco softly, only for him to reply that you didn’t need to thank him. He helped you up out of the shower, drying you off and getting your new clothes from your closet, before picking you up and carrying you into bed. After he got into bed with you, you quickly snuggled into his side.

             “Y/N, my love,” He said after a moment and you knew what was coming, “Please, come with me to work tomorrow so you can see someone. I think it would be really beneficial for you to talk to someone. St. Mungo’s doesn’t just have departments for bodily health. Please?” His voice was tender has he stroked your face with is thumb, planting a soft kiss to your forehead.  

             You nodded, sighing. You both stayed quiet for a moment, savoring each other’s touch.

             “Would you like me to read to you?” Draco asked after a moment, smiling down at you.

             “I’d love that.”

             He got up, leaving the bedroom briefly and returning with the first book of your favorite series. You laid your head on his lap as he started at page one. Looking up at him, watching the way his mouth moved as he spoke and his beautiful eyes shifted along the words, you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

You two had long since said ‘I love you’ to each other. Draco was the one who said it first. It was after your sixth month anniversary and you had just gotten back from your special celebratory date. You were kissing each other, hard and breathless, when he had suddenly pulled back, looking at you as if in awe, only to whisper those fateful three words. You said it back immediately, of course, you knew almost a week in that you loved him. But it was now, looking up at him, your rock, that you knew that you wanted to grow old with him.

“Draco, will you marry me?” The words left your mouth before you knew what you were saying.

He stopped reading mid-sentence, and your face went red as you realized the weight of what you just asked him. “I don’t have a ring though,” You laughed, trying to ease atmosphere.

He laughed quietly as well, his grey eyes shining “I do.”

“What?” You asked, sitting up.

“I have a ring. I was going to ask you next week but of course you jumped the gun and asked me first.” Draco got up, walking over to his sock drawer and pulling out a small velvet box. “I should have known my Gryffindor girlfriend would have the guts to ask me first.”

You gasped, jumping up and quickly running over to him. He got down on one knee in front of you, taking your hand in his.

“Y/F/N Y/L/M, will you m—” Was as far as he got before you sprang forward and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yes!” You yelled as his hands went around your waist, pulling back after a moment to shakily put the ring on your left hand. Pulling you in for a kiss, you both knew that this was the start of a perfect forever.

Old Souls (Part 3)

Summary: Your aunt runs an antique shop in the lower parts of Manhattan, and asks you to work in her shop once a week. You happily take the job, but then on your first day you have a strange encounter with an unusual customer - Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Things ensue as the two of you end up becoming friends - and maybe even more - as you reminisce about the old things that you love as well as your mysterious pasts.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,438

Warnings: Fluff, a little angst

A/N: Hello again! We’re back at it again with another part! You get to learn a little more about the reader, just a tad more. Also, yes, I’m sorry for always posting so late. At least its late here (PST). I’m a night owl when I know I’ll be waking up early HA. Enjoy!

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Author Interview: Cindy Pon

The moment I heard about it, I put Want on my to-read list because, um hello, sci-fi thriller set in Taipei? Yes, please. I’m over the moon this book is out in the world now, and we at Rich in Color will be talking more about Want in August! More on that next week. Today, we welcome Cindy Pon (@cindypon) to Rich in Color to talk about Want, writing, and representation. Check it out!

First off, I have to say that I was beyond excited for Want, a YA set in Taipei, Taiwan! I’ve been there! Ahhh! Ahem, anyway… How did it feel, writing a book set somewhere that’s clearly personal for you? Not to mention in an all-too-plausible near future setting that feels very relevant to current events right now?

All my novels are special to me, but WANT especially because it was an ode to my birth city. I really wanted to bring the city alive for readers, I wanted Taipei to be a character in itself. From some reader reactions, I feel like I achieved that for them, and it makes me so happy! As for relevancy, WANT is the novel that took longest from fruition in 2011 to actual publication. Six years is a LONG time, and I began to worry my near-future thriller would be retro-thriller soon enough. ha! Often the reader reactions were that the world felt very believable and real, and that is because I pulled a lot directly from headlines.

One thing I found fascinating was the seamless switching between languages in Want. Different books usually handle this in different ways to varying degrees of success. How did you decide you were going to handle the issue of portraying different languages?

Hmm. It had to make sense but also feel organic and not confusing? I had great beta readers and critique partners, and I relied on them to make comments on points of confusion. I admit I’m a very intuitive writer, so it’s just a matter of does this fit, does it flow, does it make sense? Especially as I’m revising.

I definitely ship Zhou and Daiyu. But another relationship that felt incredibly central to Want was family – the found family of Lingyi, Iris, Victor, Arun, and Zhou. What made you choose this particular cast of characters?

Originally, WANT began as a short story in Diverse Energies (Tu Books) and only featured Zhou and Daiyu. I found both of them utterly fascinating, and it was their dynamic and my curiosity over what their stories were that convinced me to flesh the short story into novel length. As for the squad, I wish I could tell you I did tons of brainstorming and character notecards and trawled through countless images online for inspiration, but as with so much of my writing, they just happened. I did know that I needed distinct characters with distinct traits and abilities to offer to the group. That was the first and easiest thing to decide. Then, they basically told me who they were with each revision.

You referenced the movie Lucy in a Diversity in YA post. For me, Want felt like the anti-Lucy, and that’s something we need way more of. What do you hope to see in the future in terms of Asian representation in media?

I want movies and shows and media in the west to feature Asians front and center as protagonists and heroes, in all genres, from comedy to drama to speculative fiction. We’ve been shunted aside for far too long as far as representation, and so often, the bits we are given are offensive or stereotypical or completely dispensible. All the whitewashing is becoming tired and ridiculous. Our erasure still in media is very real.

The moment I finished reading Want, I wanted (haha) more. I hear there’s a sequel happening. Can you tell us anything about it?

Yes! My fantastic editor offered on RUSE, the WANT sequel, while I was actually in Shanghai for a research trip. So I am hoping to set RUSE in Shanghai. My second books are always dealing with the consequences of what happened in the first novel, and that is what I want to focus on in this one, too. Won’t say much more than that. ha!

Want is definitely going on the top of my list of fave Asian YA reads. What are some of yours?

Aww, that is such a compliment coming from you. Thank you so much, Jessica! I really love Malinda Lo’s Huntress and her forthcoming thriller A Line in the Dark. I also loved The Reader by Traci Chee, Rebel Seoul by Axie Oh, ENTER TITLE HERE by Rahul Kanakia, and Julie Dao’s Forest of a Thousand Lanterns! So much more to choose from since my Silver Phoenix debut back in 2009!

I imagine people have asked you what your favorite Taiwanese food is. But what I want to know is… What’s your favorite pearl milk tea flavor?

hahaha! Coconut milk tea OR barley tea (no milk)!

Finally, what new YA books are on your to-read list this year?

I’m super excited to read The Epic Crush of Genie Lo by F. C. Yee, Wild Beauty by Anna-Marie McLemore, The Library of Fates by Aditi Khorana, Warcross by Marie Lu, Uncanny by David Mcinnis Gill, The Glass Spare by Lauren Destefano, and The Speaker by Traci Chee!

Thanks for stopping by! For those of you reading along, be sure to grab Want for your must-read shelf!

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Cheryl x reader

request: I was hoping you could do a Cheryl imagine based on Erin Hanson’s poem, Not. Thanks a bunch

written by Jasmine

You are not your age.

Nor the size of clothes you wear, you are not a weight.

“What size are you?” Cheryl called, looking through the racks of jeans. You shook your head, walking over to where she was. You pulled out your size from the rack, not allowing Cheryl to see the number. She didn’t realize that your goal was to hide it from her, and she just sent you a smile.

“Go try them on!” She exclaimed, pushing you gently towards the fitting rooms. You chuckled at her, choosing one that wasn’t occupied. You locked the door, pulling off the pair you were already wearing. You grabbed hold of your skin, sighing a bit. You shook away all the negative thoughts, tugging on the pair of jeans. You could feel the marks that the seams would leave on your waist already, but they looked amazing. You smiled, opening the door. Cheryl smiled as you walked out, examining your lower half.

“They look great, babe. You just might need a size up,” She suggested. You shook your head.

“No, no, they fit fine!” You exclaimed, rubbing your hands over your thighs.

“Tell me your size, I’ll get you a new pair,” She assured you.

“No!” You exclaimed. “I mean, they fit, Cheryl.”

She raised her eyebrows, shaking her head.

“(y/n), whatever size you wear, I will still forever love you.”


Or the dimples in your cheeks.

“Cheryl, stop!” You exclaimed, blocking the camera on her phone with your hand.

“But you’re so pretty!” She countered, a grin present on her face. “Just smile for me!”

You groaned but gave her a small smile. She snapped a photo, before putting her phone down so she could look at it.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so gorgeous!” She practically squealed, handing the phone over to you. You made a face when you looked at the photo, handing her phone back.

“My dimples look weird,” You countered. “Please don’t post it anywhere.”

“What’re you talking about? Your dimples make it a thousand times better!” Cheryl exclaimed. “Instagram worthy.”


You are all the books you read.

“And I got this one when I went to Canada for a week, there was this super cute used book store, and I just couldn’t resist,” You gushed, holding the book tightly to your chest. Cheryl watched you, her heart fluttering as your face lit up with passion.

“And these-” You gestured to the other side of your large bookshelf. “Are the ones I haven’t even read yet!”

“You mean you’ve read all of those?” Cheryl asked, pointing to what was at least three hundred books. You eagerly nodded, grabbing one off of the shelf. You handed her a copy of Absolute Beginners, watching as she took the book slowly.

“I think you’d like this.”


You’re the photos in your bedroom.

“Is that a picture of us?” Cheryl asked, walking over to the picture that sat on your dresser. You didn’t answer. Cheryl picked it up, smiling.

“Our one year anniversary,” She acknowledged, and you nodded.

“I’m surprised you remember,” You admitted.

“How could I forget?” She set the photo down, glancing at another one. It was a picture of you with your best friends, all with whipped cream covering your faces.  

“This is cute,” She said, moving onto the next one. “I never noticed how many pictures you have up in here.”

“Hmm,” You hummed, standing up to look at the pictures with her. She moved to look at a shelf you had, which housed four frames.

“That one’s just me,” She pointed out, and you nodded.

“That was the day I realized I loved you,” You explained. A grin formed on her face, and she turned back to you.

“Seriously?” She asked.

“Seriously.”

She pushed her lips to yours, the photos forgotten for now.

You’re made of so much beauty, but it seems that you forgot, when you decided you were defined by all the things you’re not.

The Riddling Stranger

Originally posted by studycoffeewithme

Another day at the bookshop full of old couples and amazing titles… or so you thought *wink* *wink*

Pairing: Edward N. (The Riddler)
Length: 1,162


You decided to fix up the shop a bit since there were hardly any customers. You walked around the counter and began to pick up books that were on the tables around the shop.You started working here about six months ago and you loved it. The shop was usually filled with old men and women so it wasn’t a stressful job.

But today was going to be different. You were currently at the front of the shop when a nice looking gentleman entered.

“Welcome.” You greeted the stranger with a smile. He nodded and replied with a mischievous smile, “Thanks Miss.” You then turned your attention back to the task at hand but not before you shoot him one last glance.

‘Who is he,’ you thought to yourself. It’s pretty rare to see a young individual in this little book shop so you became a bit curious. You quickly finished picking up books and walked back to the counter and sat on the stool behind the cash register and leaned on the counter as you began to wonder once more about the handsome stranger.

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This was supposed to be a drabble? I’m not sure what happened? I hope you like it @rosa-atra. This took a turn and wrote itself. >.<

It had happened again.

Hyuuga Hinata woke up slowly to the strong smell of bleach, pinesol, and other cleaning supplies. Her back ached from her awkward position on the floor, and even her limbs tingled in protest when she attempted to move.

Ah, it had happened again, indeed. How many times was it this week? Seven? Nine? She’d lost track after the fourth. Final exams before summer break tended to increase high schoolers’ rate of falling asleep.

The problem wasn’t that they dozed off; the problem was that they dreamed.

And when the REM stage began, she only had so much time before being dragged into it herself.

Sighing, more in resignation than exasperation, she tried to ease her cramping muscles. Her head and cheeks throbbed, but she ignored them as best as she could.

Wait, her cheeks?

Confused but not in the mood to seek answers, she concentrated instead in clearing her mind.

Being pulled into random teenager dreams was never the best experience. Especially when said teen dreamed such indecent and puzzling things.

She covered her eyes, rubbing away the lingering images and the weariness that came after the draining event.

If only she’d stayed with the home-school program her Mother had placed her in from the start. Private classes equaled private time. Which meant no classmates that slept at their convenience during free periods.

Sitting up, she blinked, dimly focusing on the supply closet she found herself in. Vaguely, she wondered at the time and at whatever soul had finally awaken from slumber at the opposite side of the wall.

“S-stupid dreams,” she muttered.

With trembling hands, she rose to her feet, sluggishly smoothing her uniform skirt over her numb thighs.

Kami, her head was swimming, her ears ringing, her throat parched.

It was taking longer than normal to regain her senses. That was, perhaps, what made her oblivious to the person standing on the threshold of the door that was no longer closed.

“Awake yet?”

Startled, she snapped to attention instantly, her dizziness causing her to sway.

Uchiha Sasuke knew she was about to fall before she registered it herself.

Clumsily, she grabbed on to the nearest shelf, managing to catch herself and a knocked container of wipes just in time.

“Great reflexes,” he noted dryly, but she could tell by the smirk on his face that he was laughing at her.

Flustered, tired, and feeling like throwing up, she dismissed his humor. Putting the wipes back in place, she greeted him. “Uchiha-san, h-hello.”

“Hyuuga,” he acknowledged.

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Pancakes & Poetry

Smol! John Laurens x Tol! Reader; ft. Awkward Alex

Modern AU

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1980

Warnings: None :)

Request:Situation  27, dialogue 20 with John Laurens, pleease?
Height Difference AU
“Stop calling me cute!” “Stop doing cute things!”

A/N: First off, I am so sorry. I know that historically, John Laurens was tall and like six foot, but I was writing for Lin’s interpretation of Laurens. Which to me, is short Anthony Ramos. So, I apologize for being historically inaccurate. Also, I wanted to break the norm of the reader being short and the character tall. I seriously LOVED writing this one. Lol I made Laddie suffer while I finished it, because apparently she loved it too. Also, this is longer than most imagines we post. I would be more than happy to continue to write for this situation. If you have an complaints or criticisms please drop them in the ask box. Hope you enjoy!


You let your fingers dance along the leather spines. You felt over the pages, and the embossed titles. There were too many books in the world to read, it depressed you and excited you simultaneously.

You already had a modest amount of books in your hands.

“Ehh…ehh…almost there!” a strained voice said.

You looked up from the shelf to see a small man with curly dark hair, desperately trying to reach for a book on the top shelf. He was balanced on two stools, the book still out of his reach. His fingers graced the spine.

You sighed and set down your books on the small bookshelf and walked over to him. He hadn’t noticed you. He was too enthralled with his frustration. You sighed a little louder, trying to announce your presence.

“Dammit!” he shouted, as the tower of stools tipped from under him and he fell of sideways. You caught him with ease. It took him a moment to untense and open his eyes. He smiled at you, surprised. “Oh.” he blushed. “Hi.”

You set him back down and grabbed the book he was reaching for. You handed it to him and smiled awkwardly. “Hi, glad I could be of help.”

You started to walk away, back to your books.

“Hey! Wait!” he shouted.

You stopped and turned around. “What?”

“I…um…I want more books.” he laughed. “And I can’t really reach them. Would you…mind?” he smiled widely. “Please. I would appreciate it so much!”

You shrugged and sat your books back down. “Sure.” you laughed. “What books?”

He didn’t just want a few books, he wanted about twenty books. Loaded up on classics, romances, and poetry. Particularly love poetry.

“Pablo Neruda, Shakespeare, Dickinson, Frost…hmm.” you laughed as you watched the clerk ring him up. It took the two of you to carry all the books to the front.

“Yeah,” he laughed, pulling a credit card from his wallet. “I like classic literature. Also, I’ve got a friend who is really into poetry too.”

“Oooh, who is she?” you teased.

He blushed and shook his head. “No, he is just a friend. His name is Alexander.” he watched the clerk for a moment then turned to you and held out his hand. “I never actually introduced myself, I’m John Laurens. You can call me whatever you like.” he smiled.

You shook his hand awkwardly. “(Y/N) (L/N), you can just call me (Y/N).” you laughed.

“Alright, (Y/N), thank you!” he shook your hand then put his credit card back in his wallet.

“Do you want a bag…or a box maybe?” the clerk laughed.

“My hands are just fine.” John smiled.

“Whatever dude.” the clerk rolled his eyes and wandered from the counter.

“ ‘My hand are just fine?’ “ you laughed, “Wow. What a response.”

“Trying to save the environment.” John smirked, scooping a few books into his arms and then stacking them precisely.

“If you’re trying to save the environment, you should probably stop buying books.” you held up his copy of Gone With the Wind, “This is probably a tree on its own.” you laughed. “You are a tree killer.”

“Guilty is charged,” he grinned, “that’s what I get for being an avid reader.”

You laughed. “Hey, John, how do you expect to carry these to your car?”

“I don’t.” he grinned. “Because I didn’t drive here.”

“Are. You. Serious.” you laughed.

“Unfortunately, yes. You’re not going to leave me to walk home with all these books, are you?” John guilt tripped you.

“Can’t you just get a box?”

“Well, I’m trying to save the environment from now on. So, no more cardboard, paper, or plastic.” he adjusted the books and started towards the door. “Ya coming?” he shouted, holding the door open with his foot.

You laughed and shook your head. “I had some books of my own too.”

“Don’t worry about it, I saw that you got the same books as me. We are trying to save the environment, so I figured I’d just buy them as a payback for you helping me.”

“I can’t do that.” you laughed. “They are yours.”

“Well, I guess you could come over and borrow them sometime.”

“John,” you laughed, “are you asking me on a date?”

“Maybe, or I’m extending an invitation to my super private and exclusive book club.”

“Wow, I’ve always dreamed of getting into such an exclusive club! I don’t think I can handle such an amazing opportunity.”

“Fine.” John laughed. “Just let me buy you a cup of coffee and we can call it good.”

“I never said no,” you grinned, “Is the offer still up for grabs?”

“Of course. Unlike most book clubs with bowls of fruit and plates of cookies, we make pancakes.”

“Sounds like a deal.”

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You walked with John to his apartment. The book club invitation did not wait. John led you to his study, which was already piled high with unread books. There was a partner desk across from his. A man was bent over it. His hair was long and silky. He looked up, adjusting his glasses.

“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t see you here. Who’d you bring home, Laurens?” the man laughed.

“You must be Alexander, the fellow poet.”

Alexander blushed and reached for your hand and kissed it. “I guess I am. What brings you to the humble abode of Laurens and Hamilton?”

“Pancakes and books.” you smiled.

“Aw, yes. Well, if excuse me…I need to get back to my…poetry.” he laughed.

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You and John were back in the kitchen, making pancake batter. He had given you a red apron, while was now covered in flour.

“How do you turn this on?” you laughed.

“Like this.” John explicitly grabbed your hand, and moved it to the red button on the hand mixer. It became spinning and beating methodically against the bowl.

“Ahh!” you jumped back and John laughed. The mixer went rogue and exploded the bowl on you.

You fell back onto the kitchen floor, with pancake mix all over you.

John dropped down to you, concern on his face. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

“Fine.” you laughed.

John smiled, now that he could breathe easy. “Uhh…you’ve got something on your-” John chuckled. He reached his hand down to you and pulled you back up to your feet.

“What?” you touched your face, searching for the pancake splatter. “Where is it?”

“Let me get it.” John leaned forward, towards you You took a step towards him tentatively.

You continued to pat around your face, searching for the batter. John blushed and giggled. “Um, I can’t reach you.” he laughed.

You bent your knees, lowering yourself. John smiled and stood on his toes. His soft hands touched your nose. He brushed his finger over the bridge of your nose and brought his finger to his lips and licked it. “Hmm…that’s good.” he laughed. He planted his feet back on the floor.

“Really?” you laughed. You dipped your finger in the batter and splashed some on John’s nose. However, you didn’t think about your size compared to John, so the spray of batter covered his nose and flicked into his right eye, and dripped down to his lips.

He flinched when it hit his face, then he burst out laughing. You reached down and wiped it off his face with your finger, mimicking his action. You didn’t do it in one swift action. You wiped it off his nose, then his eye with a different finger, then you stared at his lips. You tentatively brought it to your lips and nodded, smiling.

“It is good.”

John smiled tentative and took a step towards you. You bent your knees slightly, watching over John’s shoulder to his feet, his toes raising to the floor. You moved slowly, the moment isolated in time. John focused his eyes, softly on you. You moved your hand under his neck, up to his chin. His hand moved up to your back, as far as he could reach, slightly leaning on the bar for a gain in height.

“Hey! I got all the copies from the library-” The two of you split apart. John fell off balance and fell to the floor. Instinctively, you jumped down and caught him, a foot from the floor.

Alex stood, with his glasses on the tip of his nose, three books dangling from his hands. One fell to the floor. “Uh…Hey, (Y/N), you should join our book club! It’s every Saturday night.”

“Oh.” you laughed nervously. “Great.” you glanced down at John, him in a dancing dip position. He smiled up and you and laughed.

“Yeah, sounds great Alex.” John laughed and smiled, gritting his teeth. “Hey, how about we start next week? That way you get back to your book or essays or uh poetry?”

“Yeah.” Alex nodded slowly, bending over to pick up the book and started backing out of the room. “Sounds great. Uh, see you next week, (Y/N)!”

“You too!” you shouted. “Bye, Alex!”

Alex gave a quick wave and smile to both of you and darted out of the room. Dropping and sliding onto the wooden floor, into the safety of his study.

“Well. Uh. Where were we?” John laughed.

“Salsa dancing?” you laughed.

John smiled. His hand slowly moving to your hand. “Maybe we should make that for next week. Mix it up a little bit. Maybe salsa pancakes?” he laughed.

“Maybe.” you giggled.

The silence and tension returned. The isolation resumed. John was slipping from your hands and the batter dripped over his lip. John closed his eyes, bracing for the kiss.

You kissed his cheek and pulled away, a smug smirk on your face. “There we go.” you grinned, wiping the rest of the batter off his face with your finger. You licked it satisfyingly.

“T-T-That’s all?” he laughed.

You shrugged and pulled John back up to his feet. “I guess you’ll have to wait till next week, at the next book club meeting.”

You grabbed your belongings, slipping your jacket on, maintaining your grin. John laughed and rubbed his arms. “Oh, yeah. Sure.” he laughed, glancing down at the floor.

You walked past him, out of the kitchen towards the door. He followed you, continuing awkward small talk, his cheeks growing a bright crimson. “Yeah. So, I guess salsa pancakes next week? Maybe a little salsa dancing?”

“Hey, um, what book are we reading next time?” you said, slipping on your shoes.

John shrugged exaggeratedly and laughing, leaning against the open doorway. “Beats me! I don’t know.”

“Okay, sounds great.” you laughed.

You stood in the middle of the doorway, John leaned in the middle. His arms hanging awkwardly at his sides.

You ran up the first step and pulled his towards you swiftly. You grabbed him by the shoulder, your grip softening. You kissed him once and quick, getting a reminiscence of the sweet pancake batter, realizing you hadn’t actually made the pancakes yet.

You pulled away, letting your hand linger for a moment in his. He stood there. Eyes wide and jaw dropped open. His cheeks glowed like rubies. You kissed him once more on the cheek and separated yourself from him. “Well, I’ll see you next week! Bye!”

You skipped off the steps, down the apartment steps.

John was stood there, in an amorous daze. He waved weakly back to you. “B-B-Byyee…!” he laughed, his shoulders loosening up for a moment. “Bye, (Y/N)!” he finally got the words out. He shouted after you. You glanced back, on the street, smiling up at him. He waved at you. His words softened until he spoke to himself and the empty space.

“I…I love you.”

“I’ll see you again.” (part 16)

Originally posted by loveviral

Summary: A Credence Barebone imagine (Credence x Reader)

Note: This is the 16th part to this imagine so make sure you check out the others! I hope you like and reblog it. There also will most likely be a grammar mistake so bare with me. Anyway… I hope you enjoy!

Date published: February 27, 2017

Warnings: mentions of abuse, and WAY too much cuteness to handle

Year: December- 1926

Part: sixteen of ?

MASTERLIST

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The whole week consisted of the two of you leaving the house as much as you could. You went to the market together, to the bank, and anywhere else you had to run errands. You wanted to get him used to not being in the apartment all the time. 

The trip to Maine was coming up and you still had to tell your mom that he was coming. You didn’t know how she was going to take it. You debated just bringing him and not saying anything, but you decided that probably wasn’t the best idea.

It was an early in the morning. The sun was just starting to pour in a warm orange around the apartment. You sat at the kitchen table, with a steaming cup of tea and a blank piece of paper. You were trying to write to your mom, but you didn’t know how to tell her. You looked over at the couch and saw Credence sleeping peacefully. You sighed, frustrated that you didn’t know how to write this letter.

Dear Mom,
I hope you and dad are doing well. I’m really excited about seeing you all next week!
Okay, I have to tell you something. I’m bringing someone home this time. First off- we are friends. He has been staying with me for a few weeks. He’s had a rough life and he doesn’t have anyone else but me. So prepare to have an extra person there. Also don’t freak out like you always do about these kinds of things. His name is Credence. Prepare everyone to be really kind to him, because people haven’t been very kind to him in the past. He’s also used to being around just one person, so tell everyone to not get crazy like they always do.
Sorry for the short notice. I just didn’t know how to tell you.

Holiday wishes,
(Y/N)

You had just finished the letter when Credence sat up. His hair was pushed up on the side he was sleeping on. You chuckled to yourself at the adorable sight. “Good morning.” You said, breaking the morning silence you had gotten used to. He gave you a tired, half smile. “Good morning.” His voice was that croaky morning voice you love.
He stood up and walked over to the table where you sat. He leaned against the back of your chair. You could feel his cheek resting against your temple. He looked at the letter, laying on the table. “Who’s the letter for?” He asked.
You heart raced at the feeling of him so close to you. Especially when he initiated it. “My- My mother.” You stuttered, your cheeks turning red. “I’m- I’m telling her about you.” You said, turning around to see him. His mouth was slightly curved in a small smile, something you saw a little more now. But at this his face fell. “You- You are?” He said, nervously. “Yeah. We’re leaving in a week and if we want the letter to get there before we do I need to send it today.” You told him, standing up from the table. “What are you telling her?” He asked, playing with his hands nervously. You picked up the letter and began to read it.

“– First off- we’re friends.” You paused, looking up from the letter. Credence quickly looked down. “I just told her that so she wouldn’t think that we-” You paused again. You weren’t the type of person to talk about your feelings, but you had been thinking about this a lot. You knew Credence wouldn’t talk about his feelings first. So you knew you had to be the first to talk about it. “Are we? Are we just friends?” You asked quietly, looking at your feet. You glanced up, to see what Credence was thinking. He stared at you, not expecting your question. You walked over to the table and sat down. You patted the place in front of his seat, telling him to sit. He awkwardly walked over and sat down. He stared at his hands in his lap. 

“How do you feel about me?” You asked in a quiet voice. “I know you’ve said that you love me.” You swallowed, nervously. “And I’ve told you, I love you. But I think this is something we need to talk about.” You looked up at him. He was still staring at his lap. “Do you want to talk about it?” You asked slowly, still looking at him. He shrugged. “Okay.” You said, with disappointment in your voice. You stood up and walked to the sink. You leaned against it, back turned to Credence. You really did want to talk about it. You felt like it would be good for both of you to get it off your chest.

 "(Y/N)?“ You heard him say behind you. “Yeah?” You said, not turning around. “A-At first I didn’t know what was wrong with me.” He started. You turned around slowly, amazed that he was opening up. “I had seen couples on the street, but I never thought anything of it.” He rested his hands on the table, still nervously playing with them. “I didn’t know what I was feeling. Every time I saw you my stomach-” He paused. You sat down at the table, still listening attentively. He sighed, gathering the courage to keep talking. “Then I realized what I was feeling. Then I was s-scared for feeling that way.” He still felt weak for admitting when he was scared. You could tell too, so reached out and placed your hand in his. “You’re doing great.” You smiled at him. “I-I thought I should stop, because I knew you would never see me that way. Then that night when you helped me in the alley. I thought maybe-” He paused and bowed his head lower. You squeezed his hand tighter. “Maybe you-you felt the same way.” his voice got quieter as he spoke. “I do, Credence. But I can’t help but wonder if-” Your eyes shifted around the room as you bit your bottom lip. “If you feel this way because I’m the first person to show you kindness.” You took a deep breath and continued. “There is so much out there and so many kind people. I don’t want to hold you back from something- someone better.” Your voice was shaky. It was hard to say these things because I didn’t want him to go, but you couldn’t hold him back.

You both sat there in silence for a while, holding each other’s hand from across the table. “I don’t think there is better. How does it get better than you?” He said, breaking the silence. You looked up to see him staring at you. You smiled, tears falling down your face. You stood up from your chair and walked over to him. He stood up and you jumped up into a hug. You started to shake with sobs. He held you so tight. One hand holding your waist and the other resting on the back of your head. You hugged his neck and buried you face in his chest. “I love you, Credence.” Your voice was muffled from the tight hug. “I love you too. So much.” At this you hug him even tighter.

He pulled you off of him and held your face. He moved the hair away from your damp face. Tears continued to fall from your eyes, but he wiped them away with his thumb. He stared at you with so much love in his eyes then he pulled you into the sweetest kiss. He held your face with both hands. You grabbed the side of his shirt and placed your other hand on his arm.

It was the most passionate of kisses. You hadn’t kissed him since the night you found out about Mr. Graves. It felt so good to finally kiss him again. You didn’t want to rush him into it again because of all that he had been through.

You finally pulled away. He still gently held your face. You went back in for a hug. Your head rested against his chest. You could hear his heart beating so fast. You smiled because you knew he was nervous and so were you. “I’ll make some breakfast.” You said, not wanting to let go. You let go and stared up at him. He nodded at you and you walked over to start breakfast.

While you cooked you put a Christmas record on. You loved Christmas. It was the best time of year and you were so happy you got to spend it with Credence. Every now and then you would glance over at the mistletoe on your shelf. Your mom had sent it over a week ago and you never put it up. You didn’t want to pressure Credence, so you never hung it up. You thought maybe now that you had kissed again that you could. But you decided not to.

After breakfast you put the letter in an envelope and put the address on it. “I’ve decided not to rewrite it.” You said out of no where. “What?” Credence asked. “Seeing as we’re not just friends, I thought about rewriting the letter. But I thought it might be better not to tell my mom just yet.” You said, finishing up the address. You didn’t look up at Credence. You still blushed at talking about your feelings for him. “Do you want to run to the post office with me?” You said, after licking the envelope. “No, I think I’ll stay here.” He said, quietly. “Okay. I won’t be long.” You said, putting on your coat. “Bye.” You said, as you closed the door.

About half an hour later you were back in your apartment. You sat at the table, paying bills and such. The Christmas record played softly in the background. Credence was on the couch reading. He had read almost five books since he came. You were happy he found something to enjoy. You glanced up at the shelf. The mistletoe was gone. ‘Where could it have gone?’ You thought to yourself.
You continued to pay the bills, but it was hard to focus.

The sun was starting to set as it began to snow again. “How about some dinner?” You asked. Credence looked up from his book. He was cuddled under a blanket on the couch. “Okay.” He said, standing up. “I’ll help you.”
“Thanks.” You said, looking in the fridge for some chicken to make.

The apartment filled with the amazing smell of dinner. Credence cut up some potatoes and you made the chicken. He walked over to the boiling pot of water and put the potatoes in. He stayed, standing next to you. You laid your on his shoulder as the music continued to play softly. He took the fork you flipped the chicken with out of you hand and put down. He took your hand in his and you turned to face him. He moved his other hand to your waist. You put your hand on his shoulder and moved in closer, resting your head on his chest. You swayed back and forth to the music. He rested his chin on your head and you both closed your eyes, soaking in the moment. “Don’t leave me.” He said, quietly in your ear. You looked up at him, with sad eyes. “Never, Credence.” You told him.  "You don’t have to worry.“ You said, hugging him. You felt him start to cry and you squeezed him tighter.
You grabbed his hand and pulled him to the couch.

You sat, facing each other. You held his hands and said, "Tell me.” You knew he had so much he wanted to say. He sniffed and wiped away tears. “Every night I’m scared to go to sleep because I’m scared I’ll wake up and you’ll just be a dream.” He said, with a croaky voice. Tears burned in your eyes. “I’ve never felt this way before. No one has ever treated me like this. I’m scared you’ll get to know and you’ll decide you don’t want me anymore.” He rambled out, not looking you in the eye. “Credence, I want to get to know you more. I’m not going to leave you.” You told him, pulling his chin up. “I want to know more about you, so much.” You said, scooting closer to him. You both sat there for a while, heads bowed. “What’s your favorite color?” You said, slightly laughing. He looked up at you with a small smile, tears still wet on his face. “Green. A dark green, like a Christmas tree.” He told you, starting to feel better. “What’s yours?” He asked, with pure interest in his eyes. You smiled at this. “Blue. Like the sky on a clear summer day.” He smiled at that. “Oh my gosh! The chicken!” You said, breaking the stare between you.

You ran to the kitchen and flipped the chicken. Thankfully it wasn’t burnt. You also stirred the potatoes. After you finished, you walked back to Credence and sat on the couch. “What’s your favorite dessert?” You asked, excited to know more about him. “Probably cookies.” He told you. “We should make Christmas cookies!” You said, excitedly.

During dinner you continued your conversation. You asked him questions and he answered them. You learned that his favorite season is spring and that he hated it when it rained. You told him that you loved it when it rained. “Why?” He asked, wondering how anyone would like rain. “Because it’s beautiful! I mean I understand why you don’t like it. You were forced to be out in it all the time.” You said “But I think it’s beautiful.” He looked lovingly at you while you spoke of the things you love.

While you washed the dishes together you learned that he had never been out of New York. “Well than I’m glad I get to be there when you do.” You said, thinking about Maine. You were still nervous about him meeting your family. “You’re going to love Maine. It’s beautiful.”

After you had cleaned up the kitchen and put the dishes away you stood around the apartment, wondering what to do next. The music still played and the Christmas tree shined bright in the dark apartment. Credence walked over to you and grabbed your hand nervously. He stood in front of you and stared at your hand as he rubbed the top of it with his thumb. “Credence?” You said, knowing something was up. “Come here.” He said, leading you across the room. He stopped under the lower part of the ceiling where the loft was. He held both of your hands and stared at them nervously. “What’s wrong?” You asked. He looked up at the ceiling. You looked up too, curiously. There was the mistletoe, hung up above you. He looked back down at you. His eyes were filled with nervousness. You could feel his hands shaking in yours. You stared at each other for a while. 

Suddenly Credence moved forward, firmly pressing his lips against yours. His lips were warm on yours. The kiss was a little more aggressive than your other kisses. You held each other’s hands in between you. He pulled away, his face inches away from yours. He looked at you as if to ask if this was okay. You smiled at him and went back in for a kiss. He moved his hands to your waist and you placed your hands on his neck. You pulled away again and rested your forehead on his. “You’re beautiful, (Y/N).” He told you, shyly. You could tell it took everything out of him to tell you this. You smiled at him and jumped up into a hug. “I love you, Credence.” You told him. “I love you too.” He said, hugging your waist tighter.

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PART SEVENTEEN 

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Why did I have to fall for my best friend. Part 3

“I- I don’t know where to start honestly…” Joshua says to you. Annoyed you roll your eyes and yawn as you begin to walk away.

“Well if that’s all you can manage to spit out you can go ahead and exit out that front doo-”

“I’m sorry!” Joshua blurts out. “I’m sorry I let you run off crying that night..I’m sorry I didn’t call or text that night..I’m sorry I let you ran out of the country without saying a word to you..” you immediately stop as you listen Joshua. “I’m sorry for not being a good friend..” you wanted to tell him that it’s okay and that you’re over it and he’s forgiven and mean it. But that just wasn’t the case. You begin to tear up as you slowly turn back around and walk towards him. Keeping your head down so he couldn’t see your face you speak.

“If all you can say is sorry how about I save both of us some time by lying and say I forgive you. Then we can go back with our lives but this time I..I’ll remove myself from yours. So you wouldn’t have to have me as a burden on your back. I don’t need you anymore either.” You were well aware that you shouldn’t be talking to him this way. But you couldn’t help it. You weren’t good with being honest about your feelings so being snappy and rude was the only way to hide it. And Joshua was all well too aware of that.

“I know you don’t mean that. I know you say hurtful things to hide how you really feel. I’ve known you for two and half years I know you more than you think.” Joshua replies as he walks closer to you. You keep your head down but you hear his steps getting closer to you. You quickly tried to turn around and walk away but Joshua already grabbed your hand and pulled you to him. You tried yanking his hand off but he wouldn’t budge. Finally you gave up and started to cry. Using your other hand to wipe your tears.

“I can handle it..the truth I mean. Just tell me you don’t like me.” You look up to look him the eyes only to find that he’s already staring at you. You gulp as you gain the courage to speak. “Please..please just tell me. The sooner you do the faster I can get over you.” You slowly lift your head up to look at him to already find him staring at you. It stayed silent for two minutes but it felt like a eternity. Neither you or Joshua could speak. Finally Joshua begins to talk.

“Remember your birthday last year..I got you that poetry novel you’ve been wanting for months. And your eyes lit up whenever you opened the bag and saw that lavender book cover..you instantly knew what it was.” Joshua smiles to himself as he recalls the memory. You shift your eyes back to the floor then to your book shelf in the corner and you could see the exactly book sitting there. You shake your head.

“Joshua please stop stallin-” Joshua quickly interrupts you.

"And that other time when I knocked on your door at two am and you answered it in your pikachu pajama pants and messy bed head. You looked so annoyed since I woke you up..but you smiled so big when I told you that it was for ma late night food run for all your favorites. And that other time when we went to that big carnival right down the roa-” you hold up your hand to him signaling for him to stop. You wipe your nose when your sleeve.

"What’s your point to all this Joshua?” You ask.

"Those times when you were happy and smiling were my favorite. Seeing your eyes light up and that toothy grin that took up your whole face are my favorite memories. I never thought that one day I wouldn’t be able to experience that anymore. But that night.. seeing you so upset made me realize something.” You finally let you gaze look back into his eyes. Nodding your head for him to go on.

"All I ever wanted to do was make you happy. And that seeing that I made you cry broke my heart.. so that night I called it off with her and told her to leave. I spent that whole night thinking about everything. That’s why I didn’t call or text you. And I finally put everything together and realized that..” Joshua closed his eyes and took a deep breath before finishing his sentence. “That I’m in love with you.” You finally left out a breath that you didn’t realized that you’ve been holding the entire time.

You were speechless. This wasn’t the way you thought that his long speech would end. To be honest you prepared yourself for the worst. It never crossed your mind that he might’ve been in love with you too. All of a sudden Joshua grabbed you and held in his arms. You quickly gave in and wrapped your arms around him as you laid your head as his chest. After five minutes of standing there you began to speak.

"I wasn’t expecting this.. I already made up the whole scenario in my head of you telling me you didn’t like me in that way and then telling me that cliche line of how we can still be friends. This was a twist of events.“Joshua chuckles and grabs you tighter.

"I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.” You shake your head.

"You’re forgiven.” You look up to him and smile. He smiles right back at you. And shakes his head.

"So..how about when we make it official then?” You bite your lip as you nod your head quickly. Joshua grins as he leans down and placed a kiss on your forehead. But you couldn’t take it anymore as you stood on your tippy toes and brought his face down to you and kissed him right on his lips. You start to feel him smile halfway through the kiss and you began to blush and pulled away.

"Sorry..I couldn’t help it.” You sheepishly smile. He shakes his head and smiles.

"Oh yeah right-” he reaches for his pocket and grabs out the key. “So did you want this back or?” He ask as he dangles the keys in front of you when a teasing smile on his face. You roll your eyes playfully and smile.

“Nope. You keep it.“

Part 1 here! https://jisooo17.tumblr.com/post/160177666672/why-did-i-have-to-fall-for-my-best-friend

Part 2 here! https://jisooo17.tumblr.com/post/160647423797/why-did-i-have-to-fall-for-my-best-friend-part-2

Committed: Chapter Six

A/N: Thank you SO much to everyone who has been reading this and has sent in your thoughts on it. I have to say I sort of love this frustrated, uneasy Eric. I like watching him flounder when he’s out of his element, and the slow painful realization that he isn’t Queen Bee of the insane asylum. This chapter does mark the slow return of the Eric we all know and love, in a very small and discreet way. 



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anonymous asked:

For the AU thing: Aomine (Professor/Student AU) plz!

Gasp!! The future teacher inside me says this is so wrong but the fan girl says this is soooo right (´∇ノ`*)ノ *swoons*
~ Nia ~


“Come on, Sensei. Just one study date? I won’t tell anyone.”

“No,” I said sternly, standing my ground in the back corner of the library where a student had cornered me. Their eyes roamed my body and I knew very well they had no intention of studying. “I already told you we don’t have after school tutoring today. If you really want to, you can join the rest of us on Saturday morning.”

“I’m not just anyone,” he pouted, tilting his head and inching it closer to mine. His hand grazed mine and I jerked it away. “I want to study with Sensei one-on-one.”

“Touch me again and I will write you up for harassment. Now move aside.” I pushed past him but he grabbed my arm and jerked me back. The force he used was frightening and seized my heart as I realized my threat meant nothing to him.

“I’m telling you, just give me one date. One date won’t kill you right?” I winced as his grip tightened. He was getting angry and I became anxious knowing that me and this boy, who was bigger and no doubt stronger then me, were the only ones here. Not only did this look bad but if anything happened it was my word against his. Not good for a first year teacher.

“Get your damn hands off her!” Suddenly an arm wrapped around my shoulders, yanked me from the boys grip and pressed me against him. I knew it was Aomine the moment I heard his voice and instinctively grabbed at his shirt the when he held me against him.

He was, like all the other boys in my classes, immature and disruptive during lessons. I could never teach a class in peace without having to ask him to settle down and even then he would tease me. He was always teasing me by calling me “his” or saying that he would do anything “as long as it’s for Sensei”. Granted he did actually help me whenever I asked, such as making copies or carrying books to the teachers lounge for me. Somehow I grew to trust this stupid kid.

“Hey man, this isn’t any of your business,” the boy growled.

“The hell it is. Sensei is mine,” he declared. His voice was dangerously low and made the other student visibly flinch yet it washed over me like smooth silk. His possessive tone made me feel safe but more then anything it made me feel wanted. For some damn reason I flushed and I hoped my cheeks would cool before he could see. “Beat it.”

“Tch, whatever.” Shoving his hands in his pocket the student left leaving Aomine and I to stand in the aisle alone. He released me and stepped back, sighing as the tightness in my chest disappeared. This could have gone differently in so many ways and none of them worked in my favor.

“You!” Aomine took a step closer and I reacted by taking a step back into the book shelf. He frowned. “You need to be more assertive! You think asking him to go away would have worked? You’re completely defenseless, idiot!”

“O-Oi, I’m still your teacher so don’t call me an idiot.” Still, as disruptive and annoying as he was, he saved me from a pretty bad situation. “Ah, but, thank you for that. You really helped me out.”

“What would have happened if I hadn’t come looking for you?” His face softened and I could see concern in his eyes.

“That’s not something you need to worry about. I can take care of myself.”

“Sensei,” he groaned. “You’re so oblivious.”

“What?”

“Is this how it’s going to be for the rest of the year? Am I going to have to look after you until graduation?”

“That’s not necessary.”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind fighting off every guy who looks at you. Just don’t look at anyone else.” He leaned in so much so that I had to strain upwards to look into his face that was inches from mine. “Sensei is mine.”

“You’re a student, Aomine. No matter what, I will never be anything to you outside of being your teacher.”

“Yeah, I know your not like that. You’re a good teacher. But next year I’ll be in Uni and then I’ll come for you.” He leaned down and lightly placed a kiss on my forehead and I flushed from his gently touch. “Because Sensei is mine.”

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Imagine being the daughter to Jon arryn and having a crush on Jaime Lannister.

((Here is the full version of my Jaime x Arryn!reader one shot i posted a week or so back. i will definitely be writing a pt 2 to this!))

Word Count: 2,062

You watched him with full attention, walking across the yard of the Red Keep’s court yard with his twin sister at his side. They were smiling, laughing, and whispering to one another and you wondered how long the heir of Casterly Rock was going to be there. He had been fostered away and a squire for so many years that you couldn’t begin to remember the last time you had seen him. You knew him by the small interactions you had with him when you were all children and he was brought to King’s Landing by Lord Tywin who had been the acting Hand of the King for as long as you could remember.

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Famous Last Words

Summary:  In a world where the last words your soulmate will say to you are written on your wrist, fearful and introverted Phil works in a bookstore. His greatest fear? The words counting down the seconds until he meet his soulmate, someone called ‘Dan.’ But it isn’t until he befriends a university student that he nicknames ‘Bear’ that Phil realizes that surviving through fear isn’t the same as living.

A/N: Sometimes these things seem to go along smoothly exactly in the way and direction the writer wants them too. Or so they say at least. I’ve never actually had that happen to me before.

Happy actual birthday Emu!

This chapter is dedicated to Elana, who to this day was one of the first people to put up with my fangirling and though she may not look like much height wise, her kindness, intelligence, and overall wonderful personality makes up for it in full.

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     The book was sitting on his desk when he arrived the next day. A blue sticky-note stuck out of the top of the pages, something scrawled across the top with a black sharpie. Phil hung his coat on the back of his chair, taking a seat and pulling the book towards him. Balancing a cup of coffee in one hand, he opened to the sticky-note.

     The message looked like it had been written in a hurry, although it was still a lot neater than Phil’s handwriting could ever be. Before he had even read the note he knew who it was from. He brushed his thumb over the writing as he gently removed the note and stuck it to his desk.

     I finished this last night and I figured you might not have read it yet.

     Smiling, Phil flipped the book shut, reading the title. Seconds.

    Without a second thought he turned on the light, leaning back in his chair and opening to page one. If his manager walked in  he was screwed, but the urge was too tempting and his willpower was too weak.

      As he turned the page, Phil caught himself thinking about what Bear’s thoughts had been whilst reading Seconds. If there was someone with a definite opinion, it would be Bear. While it seemed on a surface level at least that Bear chose not to talk more than was necessary, their last conversation had shown Phil that there was an intelligent if somewhat sarcastic personality hidden underneath a layer of shyness and insecurity.

     The bell jingled and he reluctantly bookmarked his page, plastering a smile on his face. Part of him was hoping that it was going to be Bear, but he knew it wasn’t before he had even registered who it was.

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