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The One With Stevie's Book

Steve x Reader

Summary: A tiny discovery of Steven’s interest leads to a very surprising turns of events.

Word Count: 1,615

Warnings: steve being a naughty little shit, slight nsfw content (nothing much, i promise) and detailed kissing  

A/N: i was watching season 7 episode 2 of friends “the one with rachel’s book” (hence the name of this fic) when this idea came in my mind.

i hope y'all enjoy this quick one short!

as always feedback is greatly appreciated!

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I knew it wouldn’t last. I knew it from the moment we first talked. Yet i still had hope that maybe just once in my life something good could stay.
it's a date

request: none

warnings: violence, harassment

a/n: hi I’m in love with Gaston, like yeah he was a major asshole for the last hour and a half of the movie but i like to think he had a soft side, you just had to be patient enough to see it. SO PLEASE REQUEST GASTON IMAGINES THANK YOU (or other BATB characters xoxo)

You sighed as you turned another page of your book. You tapped your fingers aimlessly on the table as the tavern bustled with people. You continued to read your book until it was taken out of your hands. You gasped and looked up to see two men standing in front of you holding your book.

You glared as you calmly said,
“Give me back my book.”

The two men smirked as one of them said,
“We just wanted to talk to you miss.”

You stood up and held your hand out for the book,
“I’m not asking again, give me back my book.”

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Help A Buddy Out

Words: 4066

So its a lot of words. but its a quick read cause its in sections. I just thought it was kind of a cute idea :D Not my best ever, but I still wanted to post it cause why not? It may make one person smile… maybe haha ;D

— You and Bucky are roommates and you ask for him to teach you to be better at sex so you can please another guy —

“Y/N!” You heard your roommate shout from across the apartment. “Have you seen my shirt?!”

“Why of course, I know exactly what you do with all your shirts. What type, what color, what brand are you looking for? Wait, let me just look into my Bucky Barnes archives…” You shouted back with way too much sass.

A shirtless Bucky poked his head around the door of your bedroom. “Hardy har har.” He returned before coming fully into the room. “You’re overly sassy for no apparent reason. What’s going on?” He strutted over to the bed and took the book from your hands as he sat down. “Chaucer?” he questioned. “You only subject yourself to Chaucer when you’re in a bad mood.”

“Yea, well I had a change of heart.” You retort as you try to snag your book back. He pulled it further from your reach. “Buck, give me my book back.”

“No, not until you tell me why you’re in full sass mode today.”

“Well, then I’ll never get it back.” You sighed as you crossed your arms in front of your chest and leaned back against the headboard.

“C’mon Y/N. I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything.” He spoke as he smiled one of his killer ‘your panties just melted’ smiles. Except, you knew when he smiled like that to you, it was merely platonic. Which sucked.

“Ok fine” you huffed out. “The truth is…” you began as you sat up. “Steve is my best friend.”

Bucky let out a frustrated groan and threw your book back in your general direction. “As if. You know you like me better.” He stood in front of you and stared down; His eyes traveling up and down your body. “If you don’t tell me then I’ll just tickle you until you do.”

You made a face at that. “Don’t do that.”

Bucky started to walk towards the side of the bed where you sat. “You’ve left me with no choice, Doll.” He got closer and grabbed your arm as you tried to scramble away.

“OK, OK!! Don’t do it. I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you!” Bucky released you from his grip.

“There. Was that so hard? Now spill, Doll. Whats going on?”

You sat up once again and brushed your fingers through your hair. “Fine, but stand over there.” Bucky’s eyes travelled to where you pointed.

“You want me to stand in the corner?” His ‘you-cant-be-serious’ look took over his face. “You cant be serious.”

You sighed as you began to explain. “I need you to be as far away from me as possible when I tell you this. Its embarrassing.”

Bucky crossed his arms and began to retreat to the corner. “Fine. Makes total sense, Weirdo.”

You ignored his comment and pulled your knees up under your chin. “Ok. There is no easy way to say this so im just gonna do it.” You sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t know how to have sex. Not well anyway. I have this date with this guy on Friday and its going to be the third date. Everyone knows the third date rule! I don’t want to suck.” You finished with a deep breath, recovering your oxygen levels from your intense rambling.

“You’re still going out with that guy?” Bucky demanded as he began to near you again.

You pointed your finger back at him. “Stay! And yes I am.”

“Why the fuck–?” he started but caught himself before he revealed too much. “Y/N, look, sex is sex. Its, uh, its not that big of a deal. Im sure youll be great.” He said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s a huge deal, Buck! HUGE! Its sex!”

“You’ve had, uh, sex before right?”


“Twice.” He repeated.

“Yes, twice. I’m going to suck. I know it.”

“Youre not going to suck. It’s not possible”

“How would you know, Buck? Its not like we’ve had sex.” Bucky couldn’t argue with that, they hadn’t, despite how much he wanted to. “Which is why I’m asking you to help me.” You said, snapping Bucky out of his thoughts. “I want you to make me better at sex.”

Buckys head shot up from the direction of his feet, eyes wide. “WHAT?!”

“Please Buck, you said it yourself: sex is sex. Whats the harm if you teach me the ins and outs of it. No pun intended.” You smirked to yourself.

“You’re my best friend!” he spoke in an attempt to find an excuse.

“Friends have sex all the time. You’d just be helping a friend out.”

Bucky thought of another excuse. “What makes you think I can teach you anything?”

You chuckled “I think the plethora of random girls that scream their heads off in pleasure and beg for more is enough for me to know how good you are.”

Bucky blushed. “You hear that?”

“They’re like banshees, Bucky.”

“Are not.” He huffed

“Are too” You returned. Bucky crossed and uncrossed his arms before shifting his weight to his left foot. “Bucky, please. We are always there for each other when the other needs something.”

Bucky let out a sharp laugh. “Yea, but usually its when you want me to pick up your prescriptions from the pharmacy or fix the plumbing.”

“Buck, I need you. I know this is slightly different, but whats the harm?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky pulled his phone from his back pocket to check the time. “I have to go meet Steve. Just let me think about it.” He pocketed his phone again and turned to leave the room.

“Don’t forget a shirt!” You called after him.

Bucky opened the door to the café and scanned the room for his friend. When he saw the over compensating build and light hair he started towards one of the window tables. “Steve.”

Steve looked up from his view of the city and smiled as he saw his oldest friend. “Bucky, its good to see you.”

Bucky took a seat opposite of Steve and ordered a coffee when the waitress came around. “Hows things?”

“Great.” Steve began. “Sharon is great. We got a cat.”

Bucky chuckled. “A cat? Since when are you a cat person?”

“Since Sharon is a cat person.” He smirked. “But, whats going on with you? Hows Y/N?”

“Funny that you bring her up.” Bucky said before he smiled and thanked the waitress for his coffee.

“Oh yea?” Steve smiled. “Finally tell her how you feel, did you?

“Yea right. Cause that would go over soooo well.”

“Oh c’mon man, you’ve liked her since she moved in.”

“Doesn’t matter, she doesn’t feel the same. She, uh, asked me this morning to help her become a pro at sex.”

Steve choked on his coffee and reached for a napkin to clean the drops from his chin. “What!?”

“Yea.” Bucky signed and sipped his drink

“What exactly does that entail?”

“She wants us to have sex.” Bucky replied nonchalantly. “She wants us to have sex until shes good at it, apparently.

“Wow. Why?”

“Shes got this date on Friday. Says it’s the third date so they HAVE to have sex for some stupid reason.” He huffed.

“Well,” Steve started “Think of the Bright side: Youll get to have sex with the girl you love.”

“Smooth attempt at making me feel better, pal, but there is no bright side. She wants me for the wrong reason. Its not like she loves me back.”

“All the more reason to tell her. Maybe she just hasn’t thought of you in that way yet and telling her may open her eyes.”

“I don’t know, man. Shes pretty determined. I think if she liked me she’d know.”

“Just think about it, Buck”

“Its all I think about. Which makes me think I cant go through with this.”

“Oh, you definitely cannot go through with this.”

Bucky reentered his apartment after a long and thoughtful conversation with Steve. He had a very valid point: there was no way Bucky could go through with this, but the more he thought about it, the more he didn’t want to disappoint Y/N.  She felt insecure and that was the last thing Bucky wanted. So he could do this just once, right?

“Bucky?” Y/N called, stepping out of her bedroom. “Are you alright? You seem a little dazed.” She continued once she saw his facial expression.

“Yea well what do you expect?” Bucky mumbled to himself as Y/N entered the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.

“Did you say something?”

“What? No.” He hurriedly spit out. Y/N returned her attention to the coffee maker. “So, I was thinking…” she met his eyes as he continued. “We could try what you proposed. Just once. I’ll tell you what you want to know from that one time, but no more. Deal?”

Y/N squealed in appreciation. “Oh Bucky, you have no idea what this means to me. Thank you so much.”

She jumped into his arms and wrapped her own around his neck. “Yea. I mean what are friends for right?”

“Right!” she smiled. She was so beautiful that he almost kissed her right then and there, but he quickly stepped away.

“So, uh, how do you want to go about this?” Bucky questioned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I say we just jump into it. I mean, this is practically for science. No need to beat around the bush.”

Bucky felt his heart crumble just a bit. Hearing her say those words was the last thing he wanted. If anything, he wanted this to mean something to her in the slightest. But clearly it didn’t. “Alright.” He spoke clearly frustrated. He reached for the hem of his shirt and aimed to pull it over his head, but was stopped by Y/Ns soft hand on top of his.

“Let me.” She lifted his shirt off for him and Bucky thought he had never been more turned on. Y/N pulled hers off and slipped out of her sleep shorts then turned and strutted off into her bedroom.

“Jesus.” Bucky mumbled as he followed after her.

When he stepped through the door, she was standing there waiting for him in just her underwear. He eased himself closer to her and she reached for the belt around his hips. ‘This is so bad’ he thought as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to him. She looked into his eyes and down to his lips. Slowly, she reached up and pressed her lips to his in the softest of motions. Bucky fell completely into it and Y/N placed her hand on the back of his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, but Bucky pulled away. He couldn’t do this. It just wasn’t right.

“Bucky?” she whispered as she placed her hands on either sides of his face. “Whats the matter?”

Bucky gripped her hands in his own and removed them from his face. “I cant do this.” He spoke so quietly; it was practically to himself.

“What?” Her face twisted in concern.

“I cant do this.” Bucky said a little louder so she could hear him, but this time it was laced with a bit of frustration.


Bucky took a few steps away from her. “I just cant.” He grabbed for his shirt, but Y/N stepped up into his space and grabbed it from him before he could put it on. “Y/N, give me my shirt back.”

“No, Buck. Not until you tell me whats going on.”

“Fine, keep it.” He huffed as he headed for the door.

“Bucky!” Y/N yelled after him. “Bucky, wait!”

Y/N chased him out the door and into their tiny living room. She grabbed his arm to keep him from getting further away from her. “Y/N, Stop!” Bucky yelled as he tried to break free from her grasp. She was deceptively strong.

“Bucky, please just tell me whats going on.” He could hear the sadness in her voice. It almost broke his heart. “Please.” She whispered. Bucky turned to face her with a cold expression on his face. He figured it was better than showing her his true emotions in this moment. ‘Did I do something wrong?” He met her eyes in shock. That was the last possible problem. “Do you not want me?” Slowly, tears began to fall down her cheeks.

Bucky sighed. “That is not possible.” He whispered

“Which?” she questioned

“Neither. You didn’t do anything wrong and its definitely not because I don’t want you, OK?” He reached up and brushed the tears from her cheeks.

“Then what is it?”

“Nothing, Y/N”

“Youre lying.” She was starting to get angry.

“No, Im n-“ he started, but was interrupted.

“Yes, you are!” Y/N was a full on mix of pissed and distressed. “Tell me!” she yelled.

“Y/N” Bucky sighed

“TELL ME!” She screamed again.

“I LOVE YOU!” Bucky yelled in her face before he’d even realized what he was doing. He breathed heavily, eyes looking directly at her before he stepped back and looked to his feet. “I love you.” He spoke again, much quieter.


“No, just don’t.” Bucky rushed past her back to her room and put his shirt back on. When he got back to the living room, Y/N was still standing there in shock. “I have to go.” He grabbed his keys of the hook and slammed the door, knocking Y/N out of her shock.

Sharon opened the door to her and her boyfriends apartment to find Bucky standing in the doorway, his head hung low, soaked to the bone. It must’ve been pouring outside. “Bucky, come in.” When he didn’t make a move to enter the apartment, she grabbed him by his arm and slowly pulled him inside. “Steve!?” she yelled “Can you come here?”

Steve walked out from their bedroom. “Yea, babe- Bucky?”

“He just showed up. Im going to go get some towels and an extra shirt.” She said ask she walked Bucky over to the couch and helped him sit down before walking to the bathroom. Steve inched closer to his friend and sat down across from him.

“Buck?” he spoke, but got no response. “Bucky?” he tried again. “What happened?”

Bucky looked up from his hands, but refused to meet Steve’s eyes. “I told her.”

“Well, that’s good isn’t it?” Steve questioned.

“No, Steve, its not. We were about to have sex.”

“You were going to do it!?”

“Just once. She was doubting herself and you know how I get when she does that. I was only going to do it once and help her. I thought I could suppress my feelings for one time.”


“I kissed her once and I couldn’t do it. Before I knew it, I was yelling that I love her and now im here.”

Steve placed a hand on his friends shoulder as his girlfriend returned with the shirt and towels. She placed them next to Bucky to use as he needed.

“What did she say?” Steve asked.

“Nothing.” Bucky sighed. “She just stood there. So I left. Well, actually I started to leave the second after I told her.”

“You didn’t give her a chance to say anything?”

“I couldn’t, Steve. I just had to get out of there.”

“Oh, Buck.” Steve started “Just stay here tonight, ok?” he sighed. “But tomorrow you have to talk to her.”

Buckys eyes widened. “No, Steve. I cant.”

“You can. And you will. She is the only girl you’ve ever given a fuck about, never mind the fact that she and Sharon get along great. You’ve made yourself a nice little mess and you’re going to fix it so we can all still be friends. Im too used to our little foursome now to have it fall apart at the seams.”

“Arent you the one who told me to tell her how I felt?”

Steve stood from his chair. “Yea. I was thinking more of a sweet scenario where you buy her flowers and don’t bolt after you tell her.”

Bucky grumbled and wrapped a bright, pink towel around his shoulders. “Well you didn’t specify.”

“I figured it was implied, Buck” Steve began to turn towards is bedroom. “Couch is all yours for tonight. Enjoy, stretch out, think of ways to get your girl. But im gonna turn in. My lady is waiting.”

Bucky made a face. “Steve, I swear if you guys have sex 20 feet away from me…”

“Chill Buck, Sharon and I are hardcore cuddlers.”

“That’s almost worse.”

“Oh please, Buck if you had Y/N you’d cuddle nonstop.”

“Don’t remind me that I don’t have her.” Bucky returned as he stretched out onto the couch.

“Goodnight Bucky.” Steve sighed and retreated to his bedroom where is girlfriend waited for him. Lucky bastard Bucky thought.

Bucky jolted awake at the sound of 3 sharp knocks. He could have sworn he imagined it and was getting ready to settle back into sleep when he heard it again. He grabbed his phone from his pant pocket which had long been discarded onto the floor halfway through the night. It was 3:30 am. What the hell. Bucky groaned as he sat up and walked his shirtless, underwear clad body into Steve and Sharon’s room. Sharon was nestled up against Steves side and their cat sat on his chest, rising and falling in rhythm with Steves breathing. Bucky shuffled forward to Steves side and nudged his shoulder until he woke up.

Steves eyes slowly opened and looked into those of his best friend. “Bucky, what the hell?”

“Little early for cursing don’t you think, Cap?”

Steve sighed and laid his head back on his pillow. “What do you want, Buck?” He whispered in an effort not to stir his girlfriend.

“Theres a knock on your door” Bucky spoke nonchalantly as he pointed in its general direction.


“Theres a knock-“ Bucky started but what interrupted by the knock itself. “See?”

Steve sat up slightly, causing the cat to jump of his chest and Sharon to slowly shift in her sleep. “And you woke me because…?”

“I don’t know. Its 3:30 am. Its dark. Im vulnerable. It could be a psycho killer and im not in the mood.”

Steve pushed the sheets of his legs and sat up. “Are you kidding me, Buck? Youre the fucking winter soldier.”

Steve began to walk towards the door as the knocking continued with Bucky hot on his heels. “Yea, well you’re Captain America. We are equally as capable of opening the door, but this is your apartment so I figured id let you. Just in case it is a psycho killer, youd be able to say you defended your own domicile.”

“Gee thanks.” Steve huffed as he reached for the doorknob. The door opened to reveal a slightly disheveled Y/N in none other than her pajamas. Bucky and Steve stared at her for a moment before Steve turned to Bucky. “Well, it’s for you. Totally get why you were scared though. She looks like a murderous demon.” Steve sighed sarcastically. “Im going back to bed. Lovely to see you though Y/N. Sharon misses you like crazy. I mean it’s been like what, 3 weeks since we’ve seen you. Crazy how time flies, we should really-“ Steve continued before being interrupted by Bucky.

“Steve go to bed.” Bucky spoke without taking his eyes off Y/N.

“Oh geez, fine. Goodnight Y/N”

“Goodnight Steve. “Y/N returned with a feeble smile.

Once Steve was definitely in his room, Bucky turned back to face Y/N. “What are you doing here?”

“Bucky, we need to talk.”

“Look, Y/N if this is about earlier then theres no need. I-“

“I love you, Bucky.” Y/N interrupted.

It was Buckys turn to stand there in shock.


Bucky snapped back to his senses and was less than pleased. “Is this some kind of sick joke to you? That’s really low Y/N. I spill my guts and you have the audacity to make fun of me for it.” Bucky turned back into the apartment but Y/n followed him in, shutting the door behind her.

“Bucky, im not lying.”

“You are too. You are supposed to go out on a date this weekend. You don’t love me. If you did, you wouldn’t date that idiot.”

“Bucky you said you love me and you had sex 3 days ago. Not with me, I might add.” Y/N replied laced with a little frustration.

“So? I had to get my frustrations out somehow. I’m not the one who suggested we have casual buddy sex.”

“Bucky, I was just really confused ok? I really thought that if we had sex once that I’d get over you. I don’t even have a date this weekend. I broke up with Mike after he slapped our waitress’ ass as she walked by on our last date.”

“Prick” Bucky mumbled. “So you tricked me into sex?”

“Tricked is such a harsh word.”

“But an accurate one” Bucky finished.

“We didn’t even have sex Bucky. I didn’t even think id be able to go through with it. I just wanted to propose the idea to see how youd react. To see if you wanted me too. I almost died when you pulled away from me.”

Bucky looked up into her eyes. “Yea, well you got what you wanted didn’t you?”

Y/N detected a hint of anger in his words. “Are you actually mad at me? Bucky, we love each other. Or at least we did a couple hours ago.”Bucky refused to speak. It lasted so long that Y/N turned to leave. “Fine, Bucky. Ill just go” Y/N was stopped by a firm grip on her wrist. She looked up and Bucky pulled her to him, kissing her like his life depended on it. Y/N kissed back with as much ferocity as she could. It was passionate and sexy and melting. Y/N had wanted this for so long and it was amazing. They pulled apart only to breathe and Bucky brushed his fingers through her hair.

“We love each other?” He spoke as he rested his forehead on hers.

“Yea, we do”

“I cant believe it.” Bucky chuckled. “I’ve been in love with you since you moved in.”

“Two years, Four months, and eighteen days.” Y/N whispered.

“What?” Buckys head snapped up in shock.

“That’s how long we’ve lived together.”

“Wow.” Bucky stepped back from her embrace and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“I know because that’s how long ive loved you too.”



“You’ve loved me that long too? You had a boyfriend when you moved in.”

“I know, which is weird now that I think about it because he let me move in with another man. He said he wasn’t worried, but he should have been.”

“I’m the reason you dumped that guy a month after you moved in?” Bucky questioned. Y/N only nodded in response. “I cant believe it.” Bucky sighed. “I hated that guy!”

Y/N giggled and moved to cup his face with both hands. “That’s what he told me.”

“Oh, yea right. How would he know?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see it either, but he insisted that you liked me and wanted to kill him with your metal arm.”

Bucky chuckled and crossed is arms over his chest. “Well, the guy wasn’t as big of an idiot as I thought.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Y/N laughed.

Bucky grabbed Y/Ns hand and walked her over to the couch. He laid down and pulled her on top of him.

“Bucky what are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready to sleep with the girl I love.” He replied as he readjusted his pillow.

“Um, shouldn’t we go home? You know, since you aren’t mad at me anymore?”

“Oh please, doll. I was never mad at you. More just mad at myself. Also, Sharon and Steve miss you didn’t you hear? And all I want to do is take you home and stay in bed with you for days, but I figure I owe them a favor for letting me stay and whine. So, tomorrow we can all go out and they’ll stop complaining about never seeing you, THEN we will stay in bed for days.”

“Ah, great plan, Barnes.”

“Yea, I thought so.” He smiled his cheeky grin. “But for now we will sleep together and actually sleep.”

Coffee ; Malfoy (Alternate Universe)

draco malfoy because he’s amazing in protecting and saving a lady :’)

The first time Draco saw her - she was reading a book in the train, her eyes following the flow. She was wearing a denim jacket and a pair of pretty rosy sneakers, and he found her stunningly beautiful.

It all started when a gang of boys came rushing in, all of them seemed to be laughing at a joke. Draco sensed everyone’s discomfort around him, but the girl didn’t bother to look - she kept on reading, being wonderfully engulfed in whatever she was reading.

“Hello, pretty lady-” one of the boys said, sitting beside her. “How ya’ doing?”

She looked up for the briefest moment and continued her reading, as if oblivious to the question. The boy cleared his throat and put an arm around her, and she looked up with a glare.

“Excuse me?”

The boy hummed; “The name’s Bradley. What’s yours?”

She rolled her eyes, and before she could continue her reading, the boy snatched her book and examined the backside. 

“What’s so good about this book?”

“I need you to give it back,” she said through gritted teeth, her arms folded. “And the name is (Y/N) - if you snatching my book is a payback for me not answering your question.” 

“(Y/N), huh?” He smiled, and Draco could only watched them from the left corner of the train. “Nice name - it suits you.”

“Yeah? Great. Time to give my book back.”

“Oh, no, no-” he looked around and earned a laugh from his obnoxious friends, “You’ll have to earn it back.”

“Earn it back my ass,” she spat, and the boy smiled. “That’s my book - My money, mind you.”

“How should she earn it back, friends?” He called out to his friends, and received back multiple inappropriate replies. 

She stood up angrily to wait in front of the door, ignoring the snarky remarks and calls from the boy and his friends. She didn’t understand one bit - why wouldn’t people defend her?

“Are you people okay with this?” She started, and Draco’s eyes followed hers. “Are you fine with teenage-dirtbags like these boys cat-calling your daughter? Your friend? Yourself? If this is what you people are okay with, I am sick with everyone!”

The train arrived at a stop and she went out as quick as her sneakers could bring her, not stopping at anything. Draco tightened his grip on his bag, wondering how on earth could he feel sorry for her.

He should’t be sorry - he would’ve done the same if there weren’t many people around her. But something from what the girl said hit him, as if how he treated women ever since he started high school was wrong… disgusting

He found himself in front of the boy, his fists curling. His order was simple, but the boy didn’t seemed to be listening - he was, instead, looking boringly at the book, oblivious to the approaching lad.

“I need her book.”

The boy looked up to see a pair of cold, grey eyes that belonged to a platinum blonde headed boy.

“Excuse me?” The boy asked amusingly, as if talking to a child. “Who’re you?”

Draco stiffened up, “Dude, look, what you did is so wrong, and I need her book back.”

He held the book up in front of him and pulled it away once Draco made a move to grab it, “Why would I give a hot girl’s book to a blonde-clown like you?”

“Don’t call her that!”

“What? Hot? Come on, blondie, surely you’re not offended by that, are you? She is a hot person - the way she moved though, you should’ve seen the way her bum just-”

It didn’t take that long for Draco to threw a punch onto the boy’s face, causing him to land on the floor, his lips starting to bleed. He swore as Draco shook his fist off, believing that it would sooth down the bruise that was starting to form.

Without thinking any longer, he grabbed her book and exited the train before the door could close and the train will move to its next stop, not wasting his chance to yell a dickhead right before the door closed.

He looked around wildly to find the girl, hoping beyond hope she wouldn’t have gone far, but he couldn’t find her - her (H/C) coloured hair, her piercing (E/C) eyes. 

He spotted her, ascending up the stairs, almost leaving the station.

He ran towards her, trying his best not to push anyone on his way to her. He stopped directly behind her, holding his breath as if terrified she would sense a struggling lad who wanted to return a stolen book to her.

“Hey, um, you-” he tapped her shoulder, and she looked back with an even deadlier glare.

“I have your book.”

The girl looked up from the book to his face, the book to his face. Draco was nervous, somehow, and he tried to stop himself from doing anything embarrassing. 

“How did you?” She grabbed her book, turning from one side to one side as if not believing the fact that someone have gotten her book back.

“It’s a long story,” he smiled, and held his hand out.

“I’m Draco, by the way.”

“I’m- HOLY SHIT, DID YOU PUNCHED HIM?” She grabbed his hand, running her finger along his bruised knuckles. “I’m so sorry if-”

“No, no, I’m fine,” he smiled, and she smiled back.


“Oh, right, yeah-” he looked at her awkwardly, and cleared his throat, “I’ll see you around then?”

She felt something that can be defined as - ‘that’s it? give me my book back and goodbye?’

“Yeah. Bye. And thanks.”

He smiled and turned to face the other side, and walked a step away from her, only to turn and faced her again.

“Would you… would you like to have coffee? Like right now?


“Would you like to have coffee with me? It’s okay if you don’t; just thought it would’ve been nice to ask you.”

“Me? Coffee?”

Draco nodded and liked the way her mouth stretched onto a big smile - 


everyone should be treated the way they want, and no one deserves to be treated wrongly for their gender, race, religion, or whatever  ♡ 

Why is it that almost every Bioware antagonist is like “I could explain my evil plan to you but I’m not going to because you’d never understand it anyway.” ??

Like… Seriously. In their two flagship titles that EVERYONE knows them for there are like… Four people/creatures/whatever that actually tell you what they’re planning to do.


Saren: I applaud you, Shepard. My Geth were utterly convinced the Salarians were the real threat. An impressive diversion… Of course, it was all for nothing. I can’t let you disrupt what I’ve accomplished here. You can’t possibly understand what’s really at stake…


Sovereign: Rudimentary creatures have blood and flesh. You touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding.
Squadmate: I don’t think this is a VI…
Sovereign: There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. I am beyond your comprehension.


Ryder: Tell me what you want!
Archon: I won’t explain what you can’t understand. 


Inquisitor: Why does this world need to die in order for the elves to return?
Solas: A good question, but not one I will answer. You have always shown a thoughtfulness I respected, it would be easy to tell you too much.


Corypheus: Mortals beg for truth they cannot have. It is beyond what you are, what I was. […] Your understanding is not required. If you gain it, consider yourself blessed.

Flemeth straight up just comes in and whispers some incomprehensible riddle shit to you throughout three different games and then disappears without ever truly answering your questions.

The only villains/antagonists who were truly forthright in their plans from the very very beginning were The Harbinger (”The Reapers are basically Gods and we, the Collectors, are helping them. We’re going to bring your species to them for your Glorious Purpose.”), The Arishok (”Give me back my sacred book and the thief who took it or I’ll kill you.”), The Illusive Man (”We gotta control the Reapers, I know it sounds crazy, but just LISTEN…”), and the entirety of the Darkspawn + the Archdemon (gonna destroy the world, you can’t really read into that too much.) you fight in DA:O…

I mean, I kinda get it? But like…………. The trope is getting Tired™ pls.

Silently Falling (L.H.)

Originally posted by fivesosgif

A/N: *Nervously laughs* Hey, guys! I know, I suck at uploading. What I’m about to upload isn’t any better but alas, it’s something. I hope you guys like it :)

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“He’s back.”

“Have you seen him? Military school did that boy some good.”

“I know, right? Talk about muscles.”

“He’s hot.”

“Well, he was hot to begin with, but now he’s just oozing sexy.”

I had heard enough and slammed my locker door shut which made the group of girls gossiping a few lockers down from mine stop talking and look at me.

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ayankha  asked:

(1/2)Hi! I just saw you say your maths teacher would confiscate your books, and I wanted to tell you about the time my Spanish teacher tried to write me up for reading. I'd finished my classwork and pulled out a book from the school Library. She told me to put it away and then complained when I sat there and did nothing. I told her I was done with the classwork and pulled my book back out. She told me to put it away again. I said no, so she tried to give me detention. I refused to sign the slip.

(2/2)We went through another two rounds of this before she got fed up, confiscated my book, sent me out in the hallway, and called the Vice Principle. He came down and heard both sides of story before calling her an idiot and giving me back my book. Moral of the story: never let anyone tell you you can’t read during class. They taught you to read, they now have to live with the consequences.

That last line though! 

Originally posted by orangemoons13000

The Literature Incident

Jason prided himself in being a man of great literary tastes.

Therefore, this had to be done.

“What the hell are you doing, Todd?”

Jason hesitated for a mere second before continuing to pull books from Damian’s personal bookshelves. “Doing what needs to be done. Look at this!” he cried dramatically, but with a hint of anger. “Aristotle? Plato?!”

Damian’s brows furrowed into a pout and he walked further into his room. “What is wrong with Plato and Aristotle? They were both respected and brilliant philosophers-,”

“In ancient Greece!” the older brother turned and almost slammed the thick volumes on the table behind him before whirling around and resuming his job, almost hellbent now. “No modern literature!”

“Well, I don’t generally find the concept of dystopian futures and ridiculous love triangles to be very appealing, Todd, so no-,”

“You haven’t even gotten any Romantics!” Jason threw his hands in the air, sounding offended. “How on earth do you not have any Romantics?!”

Damian’s frown deepened and he stepped closer, picking up one of the discarded books and running his hand over the cover. “I read Frankenstein, Todd, and honestly, why is it that much of a concern to you-,”

Frankenstein is Gothic you brat.” The man snapped, throwing more books onto the table in exasperation. His expression turned sour when he returned to the shelves before him, hand skimming down three whole rows with a scowl. “Shakespeare. More Shakespeare.”

“I will have you know, Todd, that William Shakespeare was a brilliant author and you have no right to disrespect him in such a manner!” the 13-year-old barely caught the 2 special edition sonnet books that Jason tossed backward before they flew across the room. “He is-,”

“And, oh look! More Shakespeare!” Jason interrupted again, earning a grumpy huff from his younger sibling.

“I like the wordsmith.” Damian rolled his eyes and gently, almost lovingly, placed the thin novels on the table with the others. He looked up to find Jason grabbing several more volumes into his arms and looking over the next few rows.

“Read some goddamn Thoreau, you literary piece of shit.” He snapped, eyebrows furrowing in disgust. “Better yet, Hemingway. Anthony Burgess, that’s some weird shit. You’d probably like that.”

The boy sighed, stomping up next to his older brother and placing his arms outstretched. “Give me back my Shakespeare, Todd.”

“Are these History books?!” Jason asked, voice going up an octave in disbelief.

“Yes, I-,”

“You read these for leisure?!” He sounded on the verge of a breakdown.

Damian crossed his arms. “Mother has always taught me to know the valuable knowledge of this world, and that includes their history.”

Jason slowly turned his head towards his little brother, eyes narrowed in anger. He growled; He would not have his little brother so unexposed to good literature! Talia had brainwashed him with all this non-fiction stuff, he needed some good fantasy! “Your mother is a monster!”

Damian rolled his eyes again. “I do believe that has been greatly accepted in this family, Todd, but this is the first time I am hearing it being used to insult my knowledge of “modern” literature.”

“You have 5 copies of Dracula?!” Jason slammed the Shakespeare novels on Damian’s bed and shuffled through the books with vigor. Suddenly, he drew away and cast a glance to his little brother. “You’ve read Jane Eyre?”

His green eyes became unamused. “Once. Never again.”

The Great Gatsby, The Odyssey, the Tale of Two Cities, Sherlock Holmes, Charles Dickens, The Art of War?!” Jason scoffed, throwing his hands in the air. “All of these classics!”

“I thought you liked classical literature, Todd,” Damian said pointedly. “Father told me that when you were a child you greatly enjoyed the times when he or Pennyworth would read them to you. Why are you so upset about me having them?”

“I am not upset that you have them, Short Stop.” He hissed. “I am upset that you have them and not other books!”

“What other books, Todd?”

Jason was appalled. He knew that Damian had been raised with a bit of a traditional childhood, but he didn’t know that it was this severe.

Gesturing to the bookshelves, he almost shouted, “Harry Potter! Percy Jackson! Some Narnia maybe?”

“Narnia is not a modern series, Todd,” Damian added with another eye roll. “It was written by C. S. Lewis in the 1940’s and was-,”

“More modern than these!” Jason interrupted. His eyes raked over the last few books in Damian’s collection and his heart puttered to a stop. Realization hit him and he turned, ever so slowly, almost without breathing, and whispered. “Tolkien.”

The newly teen raised an eyebrow. “What?”


“Are those the books that you were so enthusiastic about as a child-,”


“I do believe that you are overreacting, Todd. They’re merely books.”

Jason froze, completely, arms outstretched in anger and eyes wide.

Merely books.

Merely books?

How dare he.

“We’re going to the bookstore,” Jason stated, grabbing Damian’s hand and dragging him towards the door. “We are going to fix this atrocious disaster and then I am going to piss on your mother’s grave. Come on.”

“Todd-what- let go of me!”


“Todd, unhand me this instant!”


Damian will never admit it, but later that night, when he is seated in front of Todd, cross-legged and quiet as Jason reads The Fellowship of the Ring to him, using all different types of accent for the many different characters, he hasn’t been happier all week.


Whore4batfam posted a little thing a while ago about Jason sorting through Damian’s books and I just couldn’t help myself. They’re idea, my little ficlet thing!

totallytracted  asked:

WHAT WHY ARE YOU STOPPING YOUR BLOG? sorry i just really love it. It's so cute and nice luv you

oh man thank you sm <333 i wanna archive the blog once it reaches 1000 prompts because 1. 1000 is a nice number to end off on and 2. its pretty hard to come up with prompts man!! like when i first started this blog i had SOOO many ideas, it wasn’t till around #500 that i really started relying on submissions. maybe i’ll keep with the blog after 1000 prompts, who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ for now, the game plan is 1000 prompts and then bam im done.

(maybe i’ll make this into a different kind of blog after 1000 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Minutes By Minutes

Summary: You come from France and you’re lucky enough to study during a year in an American High School. You’re trying to study in the library but Clay catch you reading and then everything get out of hands.

So this story is completely based on what I know on American High School : nothing except what I see on TV. So I’m sorry if it’s wrong, or completely judgemental, tell me I just want to do good, and because Jeff Atkins Deserves Better.

Love you

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader(you)

Y/N: Your Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Words: 4820 (so looooong, i almost die.)

Originally posted by demon-of-deathlyrose

It’s Tuesday afternoon, and you’re sitting in Liberty High School’s Library for more than an hour. But your math’s book is still not open because you’re distracted, by the book you’re reading. The book you know by hearts but still, it’s to powerful to let it down. And it’s almost the end so why stop now?

You’re so taken by the scene that you don’t see someone approaching your table. You don’t hear them either. So imagine your surprise when suddenly your book his taken away from your hand.

“Hell no! What the…” You’re looking at the person who standing next to you.

“Clay? Why do you just stole my book. I was reading!”

“I saw that, thanks Y/N. You’re supposed to study maths. You know, for the test. Tomorrow?”

“I know that Clay. I’m French, not stupid. Now, p give me my book back.”

“No please?”

“Pleaaaase.” You give him you puppy eyes trying to catch your book but Clay just put it behind his back.

“No Y/N, you have to study. So no book for you.”

“Why everyone is always stealing my books. Between Skye, Tony, Zach, Hannah and you I can’t even read one word.”

“Probably because you asked us Y/N.”

“I knooooow, but i was joking Clay.”

“Really? Because you ask five differents person to do the same things. To take away the book you were reading when you were supposed to study. So, if you ask me, I think you really meant it. So here I am, stealing your books till you’re capable to do this exercise.” You’re trying to find an argument who could force Clay to give you back your book but you know he’s right.

“Fine.” You read the page Clay just give it to you when you exclaimed “Jensen, there five of them! It will take me hours!”

“You can do it Y/N.”

“Stop doing the Yoda things, it’s not helpful. And how do you know I have to study this chapter Jensen?”

“My girlfriend is in your math’s class Y/N. Sitting right next to you. It’s incredible how you, french people could have so little memory of basic things.”

“I hate Hannah Baker so much.”

“Stop saying shit about my girl. You love her. Almost much as I do. And now study.” Clay open you book and throw him just in front of you.

“Yes daddy. But please, pay attention to my book alright. Skye always hide them in the school and i spent hours trying to find them. Zach put them in is basket ball bag and if you want my opinion, it doesn’t smell good in there. Tony put car’s oil all over it and Hannah read them and only give them back to me when she finished it. Please Jensen, take care of my child, it’s one of my favorite.” Your voice broke dramatically and you put your right hand on your heart for more impact.

“Yes Y/N, I will take care of your book. What is it anyway? Antigone, never heard of it.”

“Oh my… Such despair in this country. Antigone is a tragedy written by Jean Anouilh during WW2. It’s inspired by another tragedy write by Racine but that not the point. Antigone go against the rules to make sure her two oldest brothers gets the funeral they deserves. Even if her uncle, the new king forbids it, promising her she will die, she still doing it because it’s the right things to do. She was scared and in love but she ready to sacrifice it for her brother. She was brave. But that not the only things that matters, it’s also why the author decide to write Antigone in 1942. In 1942, France is occupied. And even if the President Petain ask to the people to stop fighting, there is others, who ask to keep fighting till they get their freedom back. That’s why Antigone is so good. She’s ready to die for the right things, she’s a hero.”

Clay look at you a little surprise and you know you just probably sounds crazy but you love this story so much that you couldn’t stop.

“I need to read it. Can I borrow yours Y/N?”

“If you capable to read it in French, go ahead. But I think Skye have it in English, she would probably lend it to you. If you ask her gently… Or offers her Reese. She’s crazy about them.” You smile at him.

“I always offer her Reese when I did somethings stupid and I need her help. Since she knows the tricks now, I can’t used it for anything else Y/N. But I will ask her with my puppy eyes, if Tomy can say no to this face I can’t see how Skye can say no to it.”

“You such a demon Clay Jensen.”

“I learn from the best Y/N Y/L/N.”

“You know how to speak to women Jensen.”  Clay sit next to you and you play with your sleeves smiling how lucky you are to have find so good friends in this school in such a little time. “You know if Hannah wasn’t dating you, I probably would.”

“Not possible, there’s Tony and Jeff who already put an offer on me in case Hannah break up with me.”

You laugh a little before remembering you’re in the library and peoples are trying to study all around you.

“You are the most perfect boy I ever met Clay Jensen but I need to study now and if you stay here, you’re only going to distracted me. I love youuu.” You try to push him away but he only laugh by your antics.

“I’m not studying, I’m tutoring and since have issue in math I could help you, because, I pretty good in math.”

“Okay, okay, the whole world know how good you are in everything. But you’re tutoring, and I don’t want to bother you or the student you tutoring.”

“Y/N you’re not a bother and jeff will specially not mind if you’re here.” Your heart stop for a second.

“You’re tutoring Jeff? Jeff Atkins?”

“Erh yeah, since I don’t know? Six months? Do you pay attention when I speak Y/N or you just love ignoring me.”

‘No, Clay. i know you’re tutoring Jeff, what I mean is that you’re tutoring him right now. In this Library?”

“Yes Y/N, I going to tutoring Jeff here, in this library. When he will show up obviously. Where do you except I tutor him? In the baseball fields? In the bathroom?”

“Stop messing with me Clay. It’s not funny, not right now.” You’re trying to gather your things before the baseball player decide to show up. You’re also trying to keep your breathe under control.

“Y/N, what’s happening, what are you doing.”

“I’m getting out Clay.”

“No, you have to study.”

“I know, i know.” You sit back, and take deep inspiration to control your heart. “Then you have to go. You have to tutoring in another place.”

“What? You’re joking, I not leaving if you’re in this state. What’s happening Y/N?”

You know you have to tell him, you already find it magical that Hannah or Tony still haven’t told him but he is one of your best friend.

“Can you remember the last I could stay next to Jeff more than five minutes?”


“Can you remember it Clay? No, right? Because it’s true. I never spent more than five minutes with Jeff since my first few weeks here.”

Clay looks at you a little lost. “Did he hurt you?”

“Come on Jensen, beside you he’s probably the nicest guy in school. He didn’t hurt me I just develop an huge crush on him. And I thought he was interested but then I learn I was just dreaming.” You try to push your hair away, distracting yourself.

“What do you mean Y/N?“

“You know, we were always together. He take me to school in the morning, he take me back to my home. He always eat with me, us. I used to study while he was practicing and  was always with him the weekend. It was like a dream, you know. When I first came here, I was so scared. Away from home, away from my friends, from all the things I know about life. So I decide to go to a movie. I met you that night, with Hannah. I wanted to talked to you, ask you something but nothing came out of my mouth. But then, when the movie end my car just broke and you saw me there, trying to understand what happened, and you said you knew someone. You called Tony and Hannah and you stay with me till Tony appears. I will never have enough word to thanks all the three of you for how much I owe you. Hannah bring me back home, and Tony give me his address for the next day.”

“I know that Y/N, I was there.”

“I know you was here Clay but you need the entire pictures to understand. The three of you became my friends, a week before school starts. The three of you save me. But Jeff make me love USA so much. I fell in love of this place like I kinda fell in love with Jeff. You were like the fantastic four, you still are. But I had to just stop. With Jeff. We were nothing, but it was like we were. And now, I can’t be close to him without my heart going crazy, and if he’s in the same room I can’t even concentrate. That’s why I can’t study here if you tutoring Jeff.”

“Why do you never tell us about it. We always thought you were going to become a couple. So what happened?”

“I met Sara.”

“Sara who?”

“Sara Daxton, Jeff girlfriend. With whom he have an on/off relationship since Junior? You don’t know who she is? God Clay, blonde, the same height as me and an amazing  bitchy smile she always wore.”

“Ah yeah, always trying to steal Sheri’s place right?”

“Yeah this one, you’re so slow Jensen. So after she threaten me I start avoiding Jeff and it’s was as the same time that I miss France and my family. It was harder, it’s the moment I pulled away, you remember right.” He nod his head and you keep talking. “I felt so lost and sad that I ask to came home, I pack my things and that’s when Zach saves me. I know you never understand how we became close or how we stay friends but he saves me. I was drowning, of fears, loneliness.”

“You weren’t alone Y/N, we were there."Clay looks so hurt that you hate yourself.

"I know Clay but I didn’t want to tell you how much I miss home you know, I thought you would think or believe I didn’t want to be here, or with you anymore. Zach find me, one night crying outside in a park. He sit next to me and hold me. I never speak to him before that night but he hold me and let me cry on his shoulder. He listen to me. After that night, it’s him who bring me to school and back home. He make me laugh, he try to learn french and I try to learn basketball. We get closer each day, that’s why I’m always in school the saturday. He always come playing in the morning, and then there the game in the afternoon. So I’m always there. And then I’m with you and Hannah or sometimes with Tony who teach me about car but I’m never with Jeff now. Not since Sara Daxton ”

“But you know Jeff and Sara..” But Clay never had the chance to finish his sentence because a large book of history fell on our table

.“Clay, I’m waiting for you in our usual table, why are you here. Oh hey Y/N.”

”Hi Jeff” Your voice sound so shy that it must be like a little girl just talk.

”You’re staying with us?”

Clay looks a little alert by Jeff’s question but you offer him a reassuring look.

”No, I have to go I can’t stay here.”

”Why? Because it’s looks like you’re studying maths for what it’s look.”

“Errrr. You see I…” But you can’t find anything who could be plausible.

“I have her book. So it’s actually us who have to move.”

“Clay, her book is just in front of us.”

“Not this book, this one” he show Jeff Antigone, the tragedy you were reading before everything.”You see Y/N ask me and a few other people to away take away the book she was reading when she was supposed to study. And that’s what she was reading when I came here waiting for you. And since I wanted to be sure she study we need to go somewhere else.”

“Okay, I think Y/N is capable enough to be able to study in the same room as the book. We just have to go at another table.”

“NO!” Clay and you screamed at the same time. It’s amazing how he try to help you on this.

“It’s her favorite book Jeff, she knows it by heart but she always get to deep in it. She even get exclude in some class because she didn’t want to stop reading. So yes we have to study somewhere else because I would like to keep my head on my neck thank you very much Atkins.”

“Really Y/N? What’s this book talk about.”

“I already tell Clay, I’m sure he can give you summary.” You turn your head to Clay and smile at him “So i do this five exercises and then I give them to you and you give me back my book?”

“Deal. You text me when you’re finished and I will text you our location.”

“See you later boys.” You put your headphones and try not to look at Jeff leaving the library. It was close by still four month to go.

You spent two hours trying to understand maths and you succeed to do the five exercice Clay give to you. Even if you would have prefer to go through hell you still did it. You grab your phone and find Clay’s number.

To: C Fucking Jensen

Done, where’s my baby Jensen. mama wants to read.

From C Fucking Jensen

I take it back from Jeff who stole it from me and then read it and then completely ignore me till he suddenly notice your books was written in french. And then he was sad because he couldn’t read it so he makes me called Hannah to know if she had it in comprehensive language. So, I hate Antigone so much that I don’t want to give it back to you.

From: C Fucking Jensen

Sorry, forgot, we’re outside, on the table you always sit when you’re waiting for Zach

To: C Fucking Jensen

on my way BOY

You see them pretty quickly, Clay is at the table, like he told you reading Jeff’s paper and playing with his pen at the same time. Jeff on the other side is a few meter away, doing push ups, shirtless. It’s been so long that you didn’t watch him train that you (almost) forgot what he looks likes. Even if he’s away you can perfectly see his abs. Holy hell.

“Can you make sure I did them right please? I know you already have so much to do but please.” Clay looks at you and offer you his special smile that you always loved.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I will look at them tonight and I call you if you need help. And take back your books back please.”

“Thanks Clay, see you later.”

“Where are you going?”

“Zach is waiting for me, he got practice. See you tomorrow, Love you. Bye Jeff.” You look back at the baseball player really briefly before heading back inside trying to go the gymnasium without thinking about a shirtless Jeff Atkins.

Obviously, you fail. You hear the main doors opening but you’re not br

ave enough to look at who it is, scared of being let down by your fucking dreams.

” Y/N, wait!“

"Oh Jeff, hm, I’m sorry but I really need to go, like I said I promise Zach I will cheers him during the practice.” You smile at him.

“Like you used to do it for me.” He almost whispers it, and you’re not sure you were supposed to heard it.


“Why did you stop coming to my game Y/N?” You’re so taken aback by his sudden question that you start choking.

“What? What are you talking about Jeff?”

“You stop coming Y/N. During practice and for the game. Why?"He could almost think he’s hurt by your absence bit you can still hear Sara’s voice on your head. She’s the only one for him and that’s okay, you only have four months in this school before you have to get back home.

"I didn’t stop coming to the game. I’m always here Jeff, even if it’s raining or snowing. I would probably be here even if zombie decide to kill us all. You just doesn’t notice me. It’s okay, I always hide myself”

“But why did you stop talking to me, or hanging or even smiling Y/N? What did I do?”

Why do you always want to kiss him? Why Jeff Atkins had to be so cute? Why do the world hate you that much?

“Because of Sara.” You don’t even know how the get out of your mouth but they’re out and you can’t stop the disaster now. And you’re not running away either. So better come clean right.

“Your girlfriend threaten me. That’s not your fault Jeff, that’s mine. I have this crush on you and I guess I wasn’t discreet as I thought I was. And Sara discovered it. So I’m sorry, I’m…”

“God, Y/N you’re here, I been looking for you for so long. Justin want to beat me but I can’t win if my lucky charm is not with me.”

You didn’t even notice Zach was here. He question you with his eyes, trying to know if you’re okay.

“I’m sorry Jeff, I really have to go. We will talk later okay.”

You go to Zach trying not to look back at the boy who doesn’t understand why he have to let you go. You already to deep to do it yourself, you need him to push you away.

“What was that about?”

“Despair from my part. Lack of understanding from him. It’s like he doesn’t know, like he have no idea how much I love him.”

“You know Y/N from what I saw, I almost sure he loves you too.”

You sigh “ It’s not possible Zach.”

“Why are you always saying that when we talk about Jeff’s feelings for you? Why?”

“You know why Zach, Jeff cannot have romantic feelings for me. Change of subjects.”

“No Y/N, I’m not letting you keep living miserably because you do not believe me.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you Zach, it’s just impossible.”

“WHY Y/N?” Okay, you didn’t expect him to scream.

“Zach, Justin he’s waiting for you. We need to get there before he start saying you get scared by the little challenge.” You walk past him, try to put some distance between the both of you but his hand find yours and hold you before he force you to looks at him.

“Y/N, you’re going to talk to me, right now, right here. No more excuses, no more changes of subjects. Just you, me and your feelings for Jeff Atkins.”

You tried to push him away, to get away from his embrace but he’s to strong and a little part of you wants him to know.

“He can’t have feelings for me because of Sara Daxton, his girlfriend. She threaten me when we were really close, with Jeff. She said she could make my life a living hell in a few seconds. So, I stay away from Jeff, like she asked me.”

“What, but why do you believe her?”

“Don’t you see how student treat each other here? Did you ever get into the girl’s bathroom? Do you know what’s written on the walls? How many’s girl’s name are next to the word bitch or whore? Do you know how teenagers are judgemental, how girls are always judging? For everything? Do you remember the list that travel through the entire school in Sophomore year?”

“Yeah, but, but you weren’t…”

“I weren’t here Zach but I still heard about it, I read it for God’s sake. I see how girls has been treated by boy. How Hannah been treat. And before we become friends you were part of the stupid jocks who can’t show a piece of respect. That’s why i believe Sara, i fell in love of her boyfriend and she was right, I needed to back off.”

“Jeff Atkins never date Sara Daxton.”

“What are you talking about?” You ask not sure if you heard right was Zach just told.

“I didn’t have a girlfriend since freshman years.” A voice said behind your back. You don’t have to turn around to know who it is. You know this voice by heart. “ And if I was dating Sara Daxton ,and I’m not, i assure you, I would have break up with her the moment I start having romantic feelings for you.” You did turn around at the end, because you can’t keep yourself to look at him. Zach moves from behind you and walk to Jeff. “Don’t hurt her or I will break you man even if you’re the freaking Jeff Atkins.”

“Don’t worry, not happening. But I hope you’re ready to share her.”

“If I can have her in saturday, and bring her back from school two day/week?”

“Deal Dempsey.” They smiled at each other, completely ignoring you.

“Boys, I’m right here and I decide with who I want to spent time.”

“I need to go lovebirds, I have to win a bet!” Say your best friend  before running away. Okay, did he just ignore you? again?

“So Sara really threaten you?”

“Yes. She scared the hell out of me.”

“It’s one of the biggest rumors of the school. And I don’t even know how people can believe it!”

You looked up at him trying to know if he’s messing with you “Really Atkins? Everytime I look at you, she’s close to you. During the break, the lunch, even the night when you’re out. To the movie, to Rosie. So, either you’re dating her and you’re lying to me right now or she following you all day and all night. And if it’s the last, then you should pay attention. She could kill you without anyone seeing it.”

“I never noticed it.”

“Maybe you should try to pay attention to your environnement Atkins, you could miss something.”

You turn you back at him, walking to your car and planning to drive far away from here ‘cause everything just come to shit.

“Y/N wait! Where do you think you’re going.”

“I’m running away Jeff, can’t you see it? I need to breathe”

“Then I’m coming with you!” God, what does Life hate you so much.

“Jeff, i want to be alone.” You try to make him understand that you need a break, but he keep following you.

He grabs your left wrist making you stop in your walk “Wait Y/N, you think I’m will let you run away from me for the second time this year? Now that I know why it’s happened the first time. No, not going to happened babe.”

“I’m not your babe Atkins.”

“I assure you that you, Y/N, are my babe. I’m not going to lose anymore days is this fucking things. You have a crush on me, maybe you even love me Y/N and you know what? That’s perfect, because I love you too. So screw Sara, the other students, everyone. Screw them. I want you and I know you want me too.”

He is so close to you that you can smell is perfume and his eyes are so bright that you forget how to breath. His lips looks so attractive that you forget where you are, or who you are because the only things that matters is that Jeff Atkins is looking at you. And that’s when you decide it’s the perfect time to kiss him.

Exactly at the same time that the Liberty High School Bell’s decide to ring. So, here you are, in the middle of the High School’s hall, kissing the boy you love since the first weeks at school and every students are looking at you.

But you don’t care. You can’t, kissing Jeff is all you ever dream. it’s perfect, sweet, fierce and strong. You both tried to be the stronger one, taking the power. But it doesn’t matter who win or who lose.

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“Get away from my man bitch! How many times do I need to tell you to back off?” Someone push you away from Jeff, making you felt on the floor. The shock from the fell make you feel dizzy and you take a moment to get your breath in check before you stand up again.

“Seriously Daxton! Why? I’m not your boyfriend, we never go out for a date, I never kiss you. Can you just leave me alone? I let this stupid rumours about both of us travel in the entire school for two years. I let you spread lie because I didn’t care. But now I learn that you threaten Y/N if she try something with me! Are you crazy? No, actually, I know you are but that’s bad. Sara, you can’t do that! You can’t threaten people even if the like someone you liked too! And you can’t force me to like you. I like Y/N, god, i love her. And I could have been with her for month now but you threaten her and she listen to you.”

“Jeff, stop, please listen to me…” She doesn’t looks so sure of herself right now, in front of Jeff, you, her entire cheers squad and all of the student who stay for the show.

“I don’t want to listen to you Sara. I always been nice to you, never ask you to stop the rumours. But you need to stop now. I love her, and she loves me. And I don’t want you to make her doubt, I don’t want her to start asking herself if this, us, worth the pain.”

You go to Jeff side, putting yourself in front of him facing Sara. When Jeff talk to her you saw how her face fell. You understand why Sara act like that, you can guess.

“Sara, it’s okay to feel alone. It’s okay to wake up in the morning and feel bad. It’s okay to want to cry someday, it’s okay because we are human. We’re not perfect, no one is. You don’t have to act like a bitch. So yeah, I understand if sometimes you want to make the world see how bad you feel. To want someone to notice you. And you know, no one care if you date someone. No one forces you, and no one expect you to do it. You’re eighteen and free. You can do everything one you want.” Her mouth is wide open and you don’t know what you’re saying but you can’t stop now. “You know, I think we could have been friends if you’ld have give me a chance. But you didn’t so… But just for your info, I love Jeff and I will not let you scare me. Once, I let you take away my chance to be with him but I’m not going to do the same mistakes. So either you threatening me or you finally let us live in peace.”

You almost catch your breath when you stop talking. When you wake up this morning you didn’t expecting this.

You can feel Jeff breathing in the crook of your neck and gently stroke your arm.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Y/L/N” Spit Sara and walk pass you with her entire squad.

You look back at Jeff, smiling at him. “Did she just walk away from us? Did she finally leave us alone.” the baseball player nod before you jump in his arm and kiss him on his lips.

When you finally broke apart your smile is so big that you scared it will be stuck on your face for ever.

“Are you ready for our first date Y/N Y/L/N?”

“You have no idea Jeff.”

“I love you so much Jeff Atkins.”

You are lying on the floor, watching the star on the sky, holding Jeff’s hands. You can’t believe you’re here with him.

“And I love you so much Y/N. More than you will ever know.”

aight friendos so while i’m in the process of catchin up with stuff i will attempt to compensate for never writing by giving u dis- jerome fluff (requested by @sideblogsfordaysss )

i’ve had the concept of the reader being in arkham (while she isn’t criminally insane, she does have bpd and lashed out at the wrong person at the wrong time) and is trying to keep to herself and be let out on good behavior/no signs of insanity, but catches our favorite ginger’s eye ((((-;


In retrospect, maybe this was all your fault. After all, it was you who made the decision to go off of your meds during lacrosse season. It was an extremely unhealthy choice, sure, but you had figured that the aggression that came with Borderline Personality Disorder would be helpful on the field. It was, to an extent, until some pretentious high school boy made an obnoxious comment during one of your games.

That particular game was pretty successful; your team had won and you and a group of friends were going to go get ice cream to celebrate. On your way up from the field, you heard that absolute prick call out, “Hey babe, smile more,“ and then proceed to smack your ass. Immediately, your lacrosse stick connected to hit face you you managed to give him a black eye and a broken nose before anyone was able to pull you away from him. Unfortunately, the guy came from a highly wealthy family of lawyers, who threatened to either pressed charges on you and your family or manage to convince the judge to sentence 6 months in Arkham Asylum. You didn’t want to cause any more problems for your family and make them pay for your mistake, so you asked your family lawyer to go with the Arkham option. You would be put on a program called DBT, and you promised yourself you would do absolutely everything in your power to get out as soon as humanly possible.

You learned, very early on, that as long as you kept to yourself in the corner of the rec room, nobody would bother you. You read the same pile of magazines every day, unless you family, friends, or your lawyer (occasionally) came to visit you and fill you in on what had been happening lately. Those days were few and far between, but sometimes your lawyer would come and she’d give you music and books; she convinced the judge to grant special treatment since this was your first offense, you showed remorse, and you were a minor.

One day, the way you had envisioned your whole sentence doing was completely disintegrated when a boy, no more than 18, came to the asylum and was automatically intrigued by you. He had ginger hair, a wicked smile, and a hell of a lot of issues. You really didn’t even notice he was there until he bothered you in your corner one day.

You were kept to yourself, curled up, headphones on and reading Americanah when you felt a finger tap your knee. You stopped your music and looked up from your book.

It was the ginger, only a few inches away from your face, grinning wildly. “Hey there cutie. I’m Jerome. What’re you in for?” He had a deep voice, and when he used the particular tone he had just spoken to you with, he sounded almost… croaky. You indulged him with short, uninterested responses in the hopes that he would feel disheartened and leave you alone.

“I have BPD and got on a rich boy’s bad side.” His eyes lit up, and he questioned you further.

“Did you kill someone? I did,” he bragged, “my mom. She was a bitch, she deserved it. Did rich boy deserve it?” he questioned, chin in his hand, staring at you. He was too close and you were not a fan of it. He was cute, for sure; but the kid just bragged about killing his mother, the woman who birthed him! It was repulsive.

“I’m not answering that,” you deadpanned, and proceeded to read your book. The jerk had the nerve to take it out of your hands and hold it behind him!

“Hold on,” he said, “you can have it back when I’m done. What’s your name, beautiful?”

“(Y/n)”, you answered curtly, “give me my book back, please.”

He laughed. “Is that any way to talk to a friend?”

“You’re not my friend.”

His expression softened. “C'mon, (y/n), a girl needs a good friend in here,” he tried to reason.

“Funny, I haven’t needed one yet. And I plan to keep it that way.”

He started to stand up and walk away, shrugging. “‘Least I tried,” he said, and walked away, your book still in hand.

“Hey, wait!” you called. He turned around, grinning. “Gimme back my book!”

“Nah, I think I’ll keep this. Maybe if I read it, I’ll have something in common with my new friend (y/n)!” he exclaimed, and then went back to his table full of other inmates.

“Jerk,” you whispered incredulously. You simply picked back up a magazine and put your headphones back on, determined to move past the encounter. ‘That was a damn good book, though,’ you thought.

The next day, a different book in hand (milk and honey, this time; Rupi Kaur was a favorite of yours), Jerome came back to bother you some more. “Hi, gorgeous,” he began, “miss me?”

You scoffed. “More like I missed my book.”

He just laughed. “You’re funny! I like a girl with a sense of humor.” He tapped you on the nose. “It’s cute.”

“Don’t touch me. Please leave me alone unless you’re here to give my book back.”

“I’ll give your book back!” You got hopeful for a second, but he ended the sentence on a note that implied he wasn’t finished talking. “When I finish it.”

“Whatever. I don’t care.” All he did was scoot closer to you so that you were side-by-side. “Please leave me alone, dude.”

Jerome shook his head. “Can’t do that, gotta keep an eye on my best friend! In case someone tries to hurt ya,” he explained.

“Oh, we’re best friends now?” you questioned. “Whatever.” You did you best to ignore him and continue reading, underlining passages here and there, but after a few minutes you broke the silence. “Would you stop staring at me?”

He grinned. “Can’t. You’re just too cute!” You rolled your eyes and went back to reading.

‘You know what? Whatever,’ you thought. 'There’s no use. I just wont talk to him, he can waste his time if he wants.’ You continued reading, and underlining every few lines that caught your eye. Jerome eventually laid his head on your shoulder, never looking away from the book. “It’s boring, if you ask me,” he commented off hand.

You rolled your eyes, but beneath them was a hint of annoyance. “It’s not boring, it’s poetic. She’s a wonderful writer. You just don’t know how to analyze it properly.”

He lifted his head from your shoulder. “Where’s the action? The adventure? The surprise?”

“Are you kidding me? She’s writing about her life, she isn’t writing a dystopian Y.A. novel. It’s all there, you just have to look for it.”

He smiled, for the millionth time. “Smart, too! Just another reason I like you so much.” You raised an eyebrow. “Go on then, explain it to me. Show me what I’m missing.” You weren’t really sure, looking back on it, why you decided to go along with it. He was annoying and you wanted him to leave you alone; but when you were provoked about something that was meaningful to you, something you were passionate about, you could talk for hours. You spent the rest of the day telling him about each passage in milk and honey. You had the slightest feeling that he didn’t really care, but with all the time he had wasted trying to get you to open up, he’ better have taken what you were giving.

Listening to you talk, for him, was an experience. The way your eyes lit up and how excited you got, you looked ethereal to him. He didn’t care all that much about the book, but he loved listening to you be happy. He wanted you to always be like that- happy, carefree, excited.

The days went by, and each encounter you had with Jerome, you warmed up to him a little bit more. One day, you even let him listen to your music as you read another book. (It was a Y.A. novel that time, called 'The Supernatural Enhancements.’) “How do you read so fast?” he had asked you at some point.

“Because I like it,” you responded, and went back to your book. He casually draped an arm around your shoulders, like he was testing the waters of your relationship. To your mild surprise and his joy, you didn’t shrug him away.

Thankfully, your friendship didn’t interfere with your treatment program. You were still sane as ever and becoming more and more stable each day.

You were comfortable calling the bloodthirsty ginger your friend, for the most part. He was perfectly civil around you and never did anything to make you feel like you were in any sort of danger, whatsoever. As long as he continued to get the treatment that would help him, and bring him to sanity, you had no problem with it at all. For the most part though, you just enjoyed his company. You were on your fourth book since you had met him, 'The Coldest Girl in Coldtown’, when you were taken from your beloved corner and your only friend. “What’s going on?” you questioned.

“You’re being let out. They say your treatment is done and you’re good to go.”

“Oh. Okay,” you responded calmly. Jerome, on the other hand, was not as calm about the situation at hand.

He stood up as you were being led away. “You can’t take her,” he said to the guard escorting you out. he followed you to the gated door; you were ushered through while he was detained by someone else. “HEY! Get back here! You can’t take her away from me!” he called after you. You didn’t have time to turn around and tell him to chill, you were pushed down the hall to collect your personal belongings before being freed. When you had gotten all of your stuff together and made your way back down the hallway, Jerome was still causing a scene. “(Y/n)! (Y/n), you can’t go. You can’t leave me.” He was leaning into the metal bars separating the rec room from the hallway.

You did feel a little bad that you would be leaving him, seeing as how he wasn’t taking it very well. “Jerome, they’re letting me go because I got better. You have to get better, too, if you want us to see each other again. Okay?”

He just burst out into maniacal laughter. “Get better?” he cackled. “I don’t need to get better! I’m free! I’ve broken free from the machine, don’t you see?”

You rolled your eyes. You tolerated him while you had to, and you were willing to tolerate him some more if he would cooperate, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen. So you dropped the facade. “Whatever. You need serious help. Bye, Jerome. I really hope the best for you, but I’m not gonna deal with this.” You turned around and carried your belongings away with you, out the door and to the outside world, where you family and friends eagerly awaited your arrival.

But on your way out, you couldn’t help but ignore Jerome’s yelling. “I’LL FIND YOU!” he called as you were walking away. “I’M GONNA FIND YOU WHEN I GET OUT, (Y/N)! I’LL COME FOR YOU!” You said a silent prayer that none of those things would happen, but there was still a pit in your stomach as you left all of your Arkham memories behind. And there was a cloud of anxiety and fear looming overhead as well; that what Jerome was threatening would happen. 'Yeah, sure,’ you chided yourself. 'Like he’ll ever manage to escape a freaking asylum.’ Still, you couldn’t help but fear what would happen if he ever did break out.


so that went from fluff to angst in like .8 seconds, my bad, i didn’t really plan this all through. I just kinda went with whatever popped into my head (in case you cant already tell, i do that a lot). i still hope you enjoy anyways!!/i hope it wasn’t, yanno, complete trash and i did you all -some- level of justice. feel free to send in a request if you want to!!!!!! i aim to please the people (i am a virgo after all)

My Hero

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Nayeon x Reader

fluff & angst?

Word Count: 2948 (i’m so sorry I went all out lmao)

Written by Admin LJ

(Author’s Note: it’s almost 2 AM here and I’m so tired so I didn’t proofread, so I’m sorry if there are any errors!)

There were a lot of differences between you and Nayeon. For one, Nayeon was the easily the most well liked, most beautiful, and most kindhearted person to attend your school. It was an honor to be acknowledged by her (which wasn’t uncommon, because she was sweet to pretty much everyone, telling classmates who she never spoke to prior that they looked cute that day, or helped another student in class when they were struggling with some work), and wherever she went, smiles erupted in masses. Her personality didn’t quite fit her appearance- when you had first seen her, you were convinced she was going to be much like those stereotypical popular snobs, but you were so very wrong.

You, on the other hand, were apparently not as appealing as Nayeon was, according to your classmates. You considered yourself to be average, not stunning but not repulsive either, but compared to Nayeon, people seemed to think you looked the equivalent of a trash heap, which was entirely unfortunate for your social standing.

Nayeon was also so incredibly involved with extracurricular activities, you sometimes wondered if she had a life outside of school. Every day she stayed after the school day ended, whether it be for cheerleading practice in the fall, track practice in the spring, or the drama club- she was pretty always on the school grounds.

You, not so much. You didn’t really associate yourself with the rest of your students- not exactly by your own decision, but moreso everyone else’s. You were dubbed the “nerd” early on in your schooling, just because you were really smart, and that stuck all the way until high school. Most of your classmates didn’t talk to you- some even bullied you, which was completely unfair, given the fact that there was nothing wrong with being smart, and you never did anything to harm anyone. It wasn’t fair at all.

And, of course, with Nayeon’s popularity, it was a given that she had a hot boyfriend- Park Jinyoung, senior, football captain in the fall, soccer captain in the spring. His grades were lacking all around, but who ever looked at grades when your athletic capabilities were extraordinary? (the answer is no one. Jinyoung should have been expelled by now, with the way his grades were, but no one gave two shits because he was the school’s star athlete.)

And you? Hardly anyone ever looked your way. That changed, though. It just took a lot of time.

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Draco x reader. (Trying to study?!)

Hi! Could you write an imagine where the reader is trying to study and do homework in the library but then draco comes and constantly tries to annoy her because he has a crush on her? ————————————–

It was a bright Sunday morning. (Y/n) was up early and walked over to the great hall with her books in her hands. “(Y/n) wait up!” Blaise yelled. She stopped abruptly and turned around. “Goodmorning blaise, since when do you get up this early.” Blaise smirked. “Quiditch practice, every Sunday morning before breakfast.” (Y/n) looked around to see if their where more quiditch players. “Why are you heading to the great hall than?” She said. “I can’t train on an empty stomach! That is why I’m up so early. Why are you up so early?” Blaise walked over to the slytherin table with (y/n) after him. “I really need to study for the upcoming tests. I didn’t start yet..” blaise looked shocked. “Good luck with that! You only have 3 days left to study for 2 major tests!” (Y/n) sighed. “I know.” (Y/n) grabbed a green apple from the table. “Sorry blaise got to go! Talk to you soon!” She headed out of the great hall quickly.

“Watch where you-” draco’s face impression changed as soon as he saw who he just bumped into. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” She padded draco’s shoulder and walked towards the library. “What are you doing?! The great hall is that way you know.” Draco shouted behind her. “Studying!” She sang to him.

After two hours of studying in the library she was sunken deep into her thoughts. She was staring out of the window. “Studying.. aha.” She turned around And saw draco standing behind her. “Until you came.” Draco smirked. “Aha.. studying..” draco grabbed her book and layed it on to the highest shelf. “Draco stop it. I was planning on studying again.” Draco walked away. “Draco?!” He turned around and grabbed the book. Draco walked to another shelf and layed it on their. (Y/n) hung on draco’s arm trying to stop it from happening. “I NEED to study! Or else I will fail!” Draco sat down on the nearest chair. “What do you want from me?!” She said sighting. Draco didn’t answer. (Y/n) didn’t bother to talk to draco again and walked out of the library.

“(Y/n)? I thought you needed to study?” Said blaise. “Draco wouldn’t give me my book back. Really childish if you ask me, so I don’t bother talking to him again. I’m going to burrow a book from a fellow slytherin.” Blaise grabbed her by the arm carefully so she wouldn’t walk away. “Wait here.” Said blaise while running into the library.

After 2 minutes walked draco of the library with two books in his hands. Blaise walked past him giving him a quick wink. “Hard isn’t it?” She said teasingly to draco. Draco gave (y/n) the books. “Why did you grab my books? I feel like I’m a teacher in kindergarten, saying to kids they can’t touch things that aren’t theirs!” Draco smiled. “I’m sorry.. I just..” (y/n) watched draco slowly. “I don’t want to sound creepy.. but I think of you all the time. When I wake up, when I get to sleep, during lessons. I just wanted your attention for once. All of it. And.. yeah.. I like you. A lot. I just find it hard to say that..” she smiled from ear to ear. “That’s so sweet of you.. but you didn’t have to hide my books from me to make that clear. A simple letter would do it for me. I’m not that difficult you know.” She said smirking.

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Beauty and the Beast AU (2)

Summary: Y/N has always been in love with fairy-tales. They give her an escape from the dark and blood world she lives in. With the new Beauty and the Beast movie coming out soon she’s excited as could be. Her boyfriend Dean however has a few issues with it.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Garth Fitzgerald, Metatron, Crowley, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Part One Part Three

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 3,102

A/N: This has been well overdue! It’s not beta read because I needed to get this up ASAP!! I hope y’all enjoy, part three is almost done!

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