new books shelf

anonymous asked:

ok but imagine modern Bellamy that's a history prof and owns a local book shop and has like seven dogs

this became a prompt idk if it is what you intended but i just had to.

The first time Bellamy meet Clarke he’s out with his dogs. He catches her stealing several glances his way. Feeling bold for once, he says “Can’t look away from these dashing looks, uh?” and he gestures to himself. By chance the cute blonde smirks and he can’t help but feeling smug about making her smile.

“I was staring at the dogs,” she says while nodding to them at his feet.

He looks down and remembers that he has seven dogs and that people tend to find it weird, for some reason.

“Oh” is all he can say and he blushes, mentally cursing himself for flirting with a girl in a dog park. She’s still smiling though.

“The good looks are helping though,” she says showing her notebook.

He takes it a sign to come sit next to her on the bench. She opens the page she was working on and he can see himself with his dogs on paper, a pencil drawing. She’s talented. He clears his throat a little.

“Um, that’s good.”

“Thanks. I thought so too.”

She’s bright and lovely.

He doesn’t really know how to keep the conversation going but she seems fine with staring at him and he can’t help but stare back. While he’s a little uncomfortable about it, she studies him without shame.

“So.” He stretches his legs. “You often come to the dog park?”

“I like to draw here.”

“I never saw you here.” And he blushes more because it feels more like an admission than anything else.

She shrugs and just says: “I moved here not long ago.”

He hums in answer and takes a look at his dogs.

“I expect you come here a lot?”

He chuckles. “Yeah. Seven dogs.”

“That’s some Robin Scherbatsky’s shit.”

He laughs more and when he’s recovered: “Hope I won’t fall for a Ted Mosby.”

She nods. “That would be a shame, really.” She looks at his dogs too and his heart does a funny thing. “So, how did you end up with seven dogs? Not that it’s bad or anything. Just-”

“Weird,” he supplies.

“I was going to say ‘a lot’ but yeah,” she grins.

“I always loved dogs, I had two first because I live alone and it was good company. One of my friends moved away and let me hers because I was the only one in our group friends capable of taking care of animals. I ended up with my ex’s after we broke up, but I can’t even remember why. I found a lost one and I couldn’t not take her. And when my sister’s dog got her litter I just got two because I already had five, so why the hell not?”

She’s silent for a moment and he fears he bored her to death. He’s about to say she did ask for the story when she speaks again.

“And you live in town?”

“Um yeah. I have a pretty big house with a yard and everything. The dogs aren’t too unhappy I think.”

“They don’t seem so,” she says, her voice soft, just as one of the dog jumps and licks his hands.

“Want me to introduce you to them?”

She looks at him through her eyelashes and she’s beautiful.

“Yeah I’d love that.”

He turns to his dogs again and blushes when he calls them “Poseidon, Artemis, Hades, Hermes, Demeter, Athena, Persephone!” He needed a theme.

“Wow, nerd,” she laughs.

“Shut up.”

*

When he sees her for the second time it’s the start of the school year and he’s meeting with a new student’s foster mother. He’s working on his lesson plans when he hears a small knock on the door of his office.

“Enter,” he calls.

“Mister Blake, thank you for meeting with me.”

He gets up to greet her and when she turns after closing the door he recognizes her. She must recognize him too because she lets out a small “oh”.

“Hello.” And he fucking waves like an idiot.

She bites her lips to keep herself from laughing and it makes him more comfortable for some reason.

“Hi. Um, take a seat, please.”

“Thanks.” And she sits in front of him.

She smirks a little and he doesn’t know where to begin.

“I understand better the nerd dogs’ names now.”

He shrugs, used to this kind of jokes.

“I had to.”

“Obviously.” And they’re staring at each other again. He clears his throat.

“Shall we begin?”

“Yeah. Of course. I’m Clarke.”

He takes the hand she’s presenting.

“Bellamy Blake, I teach History.”

“I know.” She wears a small smile that got his heart melting a little. He smiles back because he’s incapable of not doing so.

“You’re here to talk about… Madi? Is that right?”

“Yeah Madi… I don’t really know how to start…”

“Don’t worry, just say what you feel is important.”

She takes a deep breath. “Okay. She never knew her father. Her mother raised till she was eight and then died from overdose.”

It hits him, the story a little too close to his, but he doesn’t say anything.

“She’s been living with her grandmother for a while and it was good from what I heard but she was an old woman and soon she didn’t have the strength to take care of Madi. She ended up in foster care. She’s been with me for a little over a year now. And it’s been… okay, I think. I don’t want to say good.” She has a nervous chuckle. And Bellamy resists the urge to take her hand in his. “We lived in a big city before we moved here but I thought a small town would be better for her.”

He hums and lets her continue.

“She’s a great child. Really she is. She just had a shitty childhood.”

And once again he can picture himself twelve years ago.

“She’s smart but doesn’t like school, of course. She had to leave school for a year so she’s older than her classmates this year. I don’t know if it’s going to be fine…” She bites her lips and adds, “History is her least favorite subject.”

He can’t help but smile at this.

“Have you ever met someone history was theirs favorite subject?” She relaxes at his joke and it’s what he was going for so he smiles more broadly. “Clarke… Can I call you ‘Clarke’?” She nods. “Clarke, I’m going to be honest with you. I never knew my father, my mother had a drug problem and died from it when I was 15. My sister and I went in different foster houses. I know this shit.”

She seems profoundly relieved that this.

“I’ll take care of Madi the best I can. I know how to deal with teenagers.”

Her relief is written on her smile and it’s blinding. He will see more of Clarke Griffin, for sure.

*

He expects to see more of her at school, for parents’ meetings and stuff but she comes to his bookstore the following week and he has to go see her. She’s looking at a book in the classic section and he might fall in love with her already.

He comes behind her and takes a look over her shoulder. She mustn’t have sense him come because she jumps when he says: “I would recommend this book.”

She turns and takes him in.

“Don’t come behind people’s back like this!”

He laughs. “Hi Clarke.”

“Mister Blake.”

“Bellamy.”

“Bellamy,” she corrects and smiles.

“We have to stop meeting like this.”

“Like what?”

“Unplanned.” It’s bold but he feels pretty confident. She laughs so it can’t be that bad.

“Wow. Smooth.”

He grins, a little smug about making her laugh.

“You have some game for a nerd.”

“Oy!”

She smirks and every damn look is a good look on her, it’s frustrating.

“So, this is a good book?”

“Don’t change the subject, Clarke, I’m waiting for apologies.”

“I said you had game I don’t see any offense in this,” she says a little too falsely innocent.

“Get out of my bookstore, you’re banned.”

She blinks. “Your bookstore?”

He frowns, not understanding her surprise. “Yeah?”

“Aren’t you a teacher?”

“Well I also own this bookstore.” He shrugs like it’s not a big deal.

She hums. “You’re quite a catch, Bellamy Blake.”

He starts blushing when Miller calls for him “Blake, stop flirting I need your help here!” And that would make his cheeks fully red.

He lets out an awkward “sorry” and goes to see Miller but Clarke follows him. He can’t say he minds.

They come to the counter and Miller doesn’t even glance at them.

“Clarke, this is Miller. I work in the bookstore Saturdays and during school vacations and he takes over during the week. The books are the only company he can stand.

“Fuck you, Blake. You done with the flirting? We need to put the new books on the shelfs.”

“He’s not done with the flirting actually,” Clarke says and she takes his hand too and he might die from happiness really.

Miller glares at him, staring right into his eyes. He huffs and rolls his eyes and goes through the back door to the reserve.

Bellamy turns to Clarke, not letting go of her hand.

“Sorry he’s pretty grumpy.”

“Oh I didn’t notice.”

He smiles and looks down at her.

“I fear I gave all I got in my game.”

He swallows when she links her hands behind his neck.

“Good thing I have a pretty great game too then.”

“Yeah. Good thing.” And he leans down to capture her lips with his.

of bookshelves & stubborn boyfriends

for day 26 of @snowbaz-feda!!

length: 214

genre(s): fluff

triggers/warnings: none

snowbaz attempts to build furniture

a/n: @cherryonsimon is a p cool beta and she doesn’t afraid of anything



Penelope

I can hear them arguing through the walls.

“You’re doing it wrong!” Baz shouts.

“I am not!” Simon shoots back defensively.

“You are too!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

I throw the door to my room open and march into the lounge.

“Will you two shut up? I’m trying to sleep!”  I huff and Simon looks apologetic at first, and then angry when Baz uses his distraction as an opportunity to snatch the allen wrench from Simon’s little pile. Simon tries to take it back, but Baz uses an arm to block him, which of course doesn’t work.

Simon tackles Baz to the ground and I take that as my cue to leave. (I’ve walked in on what happens next too many times already.)

“Do you surrender?” Simon asks and Baz giggles. It sounds like Simon is tickling him now. I roll my eyes.

Boys.

* * *

When I walk out the next morning I see Baz and Simon on the couch. Baz looks smug and Simon looks sullen. They’re both looking at the new bookshelf. The new book shelf that’s…

“Why is the bookshelf upside down?”

Now Baz looks sullen and Simon looks triumphant, and I need to get out of here before things start flying.

Merlin, this is getting old.

American Teen

American Teen part 2

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Warnings: swearing, bullying
So here is part two, still shitty writing but i literally re-wrote this 50 times because the first time it had smut but then i doubted myself so maybe next part i’ll have light smut but you will have to wait

Maybe the end is near
But I’ve been waiting all year
To get the hell up out of here
And throw away my fears

You didn’t want to see him ever again. His stupid freckles, his stupid height, his stupid eyes, and his stupid hair. You walked back to your house alone, something you were hoping Sam would offer to do with you. His eyes made your heart melt and his damn freckles gave you butterflies. You’d never seen anymore more beautiful than him. You missed the feel of his hair through your fingers. How he never fought for dominance while you were kissing. You just gave it to him. He was the first guy who made you feel magical

Sam saw you standing behind the counter reading like you always do. He was afraid to walk in and tell you what happened.

Last night he was walking back from where he took a piss. He saw you, the most amazing girl he had ever met, just standing there. A smile on your face. To him you lit up the whole party.

“Looking for Y/N?” a guy just a little taller than Sam said. His hair was short but his skin was tan and by god he was a good looking man.

“No i know where she is thanks” sam started to walk away but he stepped in front of him.

“Stay away from her okay?” he threatened

“TY!” it was the girl who interrupted the best moment of his life.

“I’ll be there in a minute babe” Ty said waving at her. “Y/N is mine, got it?”

“Or what?” Sam stood up straighter. Ty couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’ll ruin your life, and you wouldn’t want that to fall back on your brother would you?”.

And with that he left. Sam took a deep breath in and walked in. The bell rang and you looked up. He saw the sadness he left you with. But you threw on a fake smile. And he threw one back. You walked around the corner and put out new books on the middle shelf and he watched you. For almost an hour he watched you walk around the store and stalk books.

“You can sit if you’d like” you finally said breaking the silence.

“I’m sorry Y/N, i really am” he moved toward you. You stood your ground.

“Why?” your voice was husky trying to hold back tears.

“Some guy said some stuff and i chickened out”

“Tyler?” you asked. He nodded his head. You dated Ty last year. It was your junior year of high school and he was a senior. Of course you wanted to be popular so you went everywhere with him. The two of you were voted cutest couple in the school yearbook but it ended on a sour note. He cheated on you and you broke it off. God could he be a dick, and it didn’t help that you slept with him. You thought he loved you but he just wanted to sleep with you. Your brother hated him. He even threatened to fight him when rumors went around that you fucked the whole football team.

You explained everything to Sam. He told you about what he said to him and you found yourself falling. After your shift you took him to your favorite coffee shop. Really it was the only coffee shop in town so it was everyone’s favorite. You could call it a diner because that was what it was. But the owner called it The Coffee Shop.

6 weeks. 6 weeks you two went to dinner at the coffee shop. Never once did he ask you on a date, he didn’t even ask if the first time you two went there was a date. He even introduced you to his family when you helped him move into his dorm room. Nikki, his mom, Dom, his dad, his little brother Paddy, and he had a twin named Harry and an older brother named Tom. One day Nikki even asked if you two were a thing.

“Honestly i don’t even know”. Then she never asked again. Sam talked about his brothers often and you just listened. Never questioning anything. Occasionally you’d make out on his bed or in his car when you got kicked off campus. He would leave you cute puns in your purse when you left. When school started up for you, you hung them up in your locker.

“Thats stupid” Marcy said, she was your locker neighbor, and your best friend whether either of you liked to admit it. She knew everything about you, and you knew everything about her. She spent all her time at the bookstore. You both bonded over how people bought more ebooks and the experience wasn’t the same.

“it is pretty cheesy huh?”. she laughed and shut her locker. “hear about Ty?”

“No, and frankly i don’t care” you rolled your eyes. But you wanted to know anyway.

“He got that blonde girl pregnant”

I’m so faded (I’m so faded)
Off of all the things that I’ve taken and
Maybe I’m not really drunk
Maybe I’m really good at faking

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@underoosqueen @tomhollandhollaatme

I’m Bananas For You

A/N: My heart is broken & my head is spinning from last night’s events in Las Vegas. Country music is my safe haven & my happy place. That being said, I feel like we could all use a little pick me up today, so here’s some fluff. I love you all. My inbox/messages are always open. xx Morg

PS - I used this prompt list. There’s tons of prompts in my ask but they’re all the same and/or cliche and i’m sometimes I’m just not feelin them (sorry fam). This one was “It was all me, by the way.” and idk about you but i pictured Beca saying it the second I read it. SO uh yeah have fun.

PSS - i also just realized AFTER FINISHING THIS that I already have a fic that is very similar but WHO CARES I WRITE WHAT I WANT OKAY 

Beca Mitchell liked to consider herself a closet romantic. She would deny every instance when interrogated, but the second it came to Chloe she would drop everything to make her wife swoon. To not only Chloe’s, but pretty much everyone’s surprise, the brunette got pretty creative when it came to throwing the redhead off guard romantically. To which, of course, Beca would reply, “always the tone of surprise…” and then insist that Chloe kiss her and rub her feet. 

Chloe’s day at work had been eventful to say the least. Between the usual kid eating paste under a table in the back of the room to someone flicking boogers at someone else, things were pretty normal for the most part. But it wasn’t that part that threw her off. It was the little post it notes she found all over her classroom when she got there. 

Not to mention that none of them were handwritten so that wouldn’t help to narrow it down by handwriting. The first one was on her mailbox in the teachers lounge. 

1. today might suck, but don’t let it.

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Originally posted by loganhowlcts

Donald Pierce x Reader

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Request: Yes

Summary: You have grown up locked away and now somebody offered you a deal that would give you freedom.

A/N: You can still send a request for Donald, I won’t write them right away, but I’ll try to write when I’ll have a break from college.


Loneliness and darkness became your friends during three years that you spent in the isolation. It was hard to live like that, you barely had any human contact. You grow up with other children in some kind of hospital, at least you thought that it was. They would poke you with needles, but then you woke up here, separated from them. You tried to run, you tried, but you couldn’t even get out of your room. Every day was the same here, but sometimes you would find a new book on the shelf and that would occupy you for a few hours. In all the books you read about the family, you read about human interaction, but those were normal books and you weren’t.

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