sniffing the book

That Old Book Smell

Punk!Natsu and Old Soul!Lucy drabble commission for @yourdarebear! Thank you so much for the commission, Darrah! <3 


Work was shit, and Natsu is having none of it. He hated working at this bookstore as if he were some kind of nerd or something. And the looks the old ladies give him make him want to scream. The boss hired him even though he has an eyebrow piercing and gages, right? So why did they feel the imminente desire to make comments about losing his job?  

Huffing, he pushed a book back into its’ place as he admired the cover. If everyone who read the book knew that the main character died in the third book, more people would put it down before ever picking it up. As he scaled down the ladder to pick up another novel to put on the shelf, a soft bell rang signifying the opening of the front door.

A young woman who looked not much older than himself walked in with a look of complete peace on her face. She began to almost float through the room as if enchanted by a spell as she looked around with a gasp. Natsu raised an eyebrow and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Can I help you?” he asked, and her eyes snapped to his. They were brown, he noted, and kept that in his brain for safekeeping just in case he needed it again.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” she replied, her voice slightly breathy yet grounded, “I’m on my break from work and wanted to come in to smell the old books.”

Natsu didn’t reply. He didn’t want to be or seem rude. She seemed nice and all, but smelling old books sounded like something a person would do if they were a little off.

Turning away, he heard her voice again as she rifled through the classics. Picking one off the shelf and flipping through the pages, the young woman sniffed the air above the book and sighed dreamily as if she had a crush on the novel. Natsu’s eyes cut to the girl before he scoffed, continuing his work.

“You can really tell a lot about a book by it’s smell, you know,” she said with a smile, and Natsu whipped around with a retort on his tongue. His mouth closed, however, when he saw the gentle smile on her lips.

“I don’t mean to insult ya, lady, but you’re weird.” Natsu scratched the back of his neck while looking at her under lidded eyes. Coffee time was near, but he wouldn’t want to doctor it up when she was around.

“Rude,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him before snapping the book shut and going for the next one. Natsu sighed, turning back to his task and looking up at the clock with hope that she would leave sooner rather than later. He enjoyed his time alone in the shop when there were no customers, as small of a chunk of time it may be.

Suddenly he felt someone behind him, and he whirled around to find the girl looking at the book in his hand.

“Which one is that?” she asked, and Natsu fought an eye roll. Didn’t she knew he was working?

“Catcher in the Rye, second edition.” He handed it to her and watched her open it and press the pages to her face softly, breathing in all the while.

“You gotta smell this one!” she said with a grin, placing the book near his face. Her eyes were even brighter than they were when she first looked at him, which threatened to pull a blush out of him. Natsu’s instincts took over and he inhaled through his nose quickly. His nose picked up on that old book smell, which he hated to admit he liked, but something was different about it now.

It had a touch of vanilla and red velvet cake to it now, likely because of her own scent integrating into the book–and because they were standing closely. Stepping slowly nearer,  he smelled the book once more. The scent of ink wafted off the page and tickled his senses, and the girl giggled when he turned away to sneeze. Natsu chuckled along with her, shocked that he had dropped his guard for once around a customer.

“What’s your name?” Natsu asked, holding out his hand. To his surprise, she reached his hand and took it between both of hers, grinning at him once more with that soft smile.

“Lucy. And I know your name’s Natsu,” she replied, pointing to his nametag. Dropping his hand, she fished her phone out of her pocket and checked the time.

“Oh! I’ve got to get back to work. It was nice to meet you, Natsu. I’ll be back tomorrow!” Lucy waved goodbye as she turned away and ran out the door back to work. Natsu watched her golden hair shimmer in the sunlight before she disappeared, and he clutched his chest with an intake of breath.

And that was when Natsu Dragneel knew he had it bad.

Thank you so much for the commission, my friend! I enjoyed writing it sooo much!! 

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anonymous asked:

Could i request the ndrv3 boys who walked in to the s/o reading manga and getting to a sad part to where she's crying in her room? (sorry if this doesn't make sense..) but Thank you!!! i'm a huge fan!!!!

It makes sense no worries! And thank you so much! :D I’ve cried at many manga hahaha

DRV3 Boys walking in on S/O crying due to a manga

Shuuichi Saihara

  • He was just bringing you a cup of tea
  • As you were in your room reading
  • He just knocks gently
  • As he wanders in he sees you sniffing and placing the book down
  • “Y/N…? What’s happened?”
  • He places the drink beside you
  • And then sits beside you and puts an arm around you
  • “Was it the book?”
  • You just nod and wipe your face
  • He picks it up and flicks back a bit before reading
  • And then cries with you

Kaito Momota

  • He heard sniffs from outside your door
  • So his worry suddenly soared
  • “Y/N?! What’s wrong?!”
  • He’s pulling you into his arms
  • You laugh softly and sniff, wiping your face
  • “My manga is just a bit sad,”
  • He just smiles softly
  • And pulls you tighter in his arms
  • “Do you wanna read the next few pages together?”
  • He picks it up, leaning back on your bed and pulling you to cuddle his side-on
  • Before reading with you, refusing to cry even though his voice was choked


  • He was tentative to enter your room
  • Because he could hear you crying
  • But while he worried he didn’t want to disturb you
  • So he just peeps around the door
  • To see you wiping your eyes as you read
  • He shuffles in with a smile
  • “Do you want a cuddle?”
  • You nod
  • So as you read he sits with you
  • Just cuddling you
  • Resting his chin on your shoulder

Rantaro Amami

  • He just kinda
  • Wandered into the room
  • To see you on the bed
  • He noticed immediately that you were crying
  • So he exited the room
  • And returned with snacks and tissues
  • “What’s going on?”
  • You just pointed at the book
  • He smiles gently and placed himself beside you
  • “Well, some snacks can’t hurt can they?”
  • He sits beside you and munches away, offering you a snack and commanding you to open your mouth while you read

Kokichi Ouma

  • “Y/N~ Y/N~”
  • He’s calling around the house
  • Because he was bored
  • When he reaches the bedroom he is silent for a minute
  • He fails to hear you
  • So he throws the door open with a cheesy grin
  • Only to see you wiping your face
  • “Y/N?!”
  • He’s crossed the room and plonked himself beside you in a second
  • He peers at the page
  • And then smiles and wraps his arms around you, letting you rock back against him

Gonta Gokuhara

  • He is in full panic whenever he sees you crying
  • So when he came to the room with a bowl of ice cream for you to share, he nearly dropped it on the floor
  • “Y/N!”
  • He’s crouched in front of you peering up at your face
  • You manage a little smile
  • “What’s wrong?!”
  • He’s placed his hand on your arm and looks so concerned
  • “My manga… It’s sad…”
  • It takes him a second
  • Then he pulls you into a hug
  • “Gonta will be your teddy bear while you read the sad parts!”
  • Turns out he’s your teddy bear until you finish the manga

Korekiyo Shinguji

  • He often goes off to read by himself
  • So he wasn’t worried when you did the same
  • Only it was rare that he would cry about what he was reading
  • He wandered into the room with his own book
  • And then noticed you crying
  • He just sits beside you
  • And places an arm around you
  • “Sad tale?”
  • You nod
  • He smiles and kisses you on the head
  • Before reading beside you, holding you to his side

Ryoma Hoshi

  • He just wandered into the room
  • Because he was going to have a nap
  • But you sat on the bed
  • And he noticed you were crying after a few seconds
  • “Hey, hey, Y/N, everything okay?”
  • You just nod and point to the manga
  • He smiles sympathetically and sits beside you
  • “This one a particularly emotional one?”
  • He picks it up
  • Reads a few pages
  • “Awwww,”
  • He pats you on the head, then pulls you into his arms as you continue to read
  • And both of you fall asleep once you finish it

soundingonlyatnightasyousleep  asked:

Can I ask for some Reba fic?

Reba did not go back to work in the darkroom. There were too many memories there now, and besides, she knew that people looked at her strangely. She did not have to be able to see them to know that. She felt it in the quality of their silences.

She went back to work at the school. That work comforted her, though she no longer felt herself very qualified to help others navigate the world. She hadn’t turned out to be very good at it, after all. But the people there were so grateful. They called her “Ms. McClane,” and there were no careful, awkward silences. She took the bus home at the end of the day, and she learned the bus drivers on her route: Mr. Drummond, Mrs. Green, sometimes Miss Camacho. They learned her too, and her stops.

Someone else learned her stops, and one day Reba came home to find someone waiting on her doorstep. She almost didn’t know she was there–she wasn’t used to people waiting on her doorstep–but someone cleared her throat before Reba’s key made it to her lock.

“Reba McClane?” said the stranger. A woman.

“Yes?” Reba turned her face in the direction of the voice, letting herself frown.

“I’m Freddie Lounds,” said the woman. “You’ll invite me in, won’t you? Awful cold out here.”

“I don’t know that I will,” said Reba. She palmed her key and slipped it back in her pocket. “What is it you want?”

“I want to tell your story.” Lounds sounded very earnest. 

Reba had learned to be suspicious of earnestness. “No thank you,” she said. “I can tell my own story, if I like, and I don’t like to. No one needs to know it.”

“Are you sure?” said Lounds. “You could make a lot of money.”

“That doesn’t interest me.”

“Make it about the truth, then,” said Lounds. “You know what they’re calling you, right? The Dragon’s Bride.”

That explained those silences at the film processor. “That was a while ago. I know how these things work, Ms. Lounds: something else comes up and people get distracted by the next shiny thing. Seems to me you were late getting here. Everyone’s forgotten about The Dragon’s Bride by now.”

Lounds sighed. “All right, you got me. I was chasing some other leads, they didn’t pan out, and now I’m here sniffing around for a book deal. Which I’m sure you’ve gotten from others.”

Maybe she had, but Reba wouldn’t know. She hadn’t been picking up her phone. Who would be calling?

Reba got her key back out. “I’ve decided you can come inside after all.”

“Well, that’s neighborly of you,” Lounds said after a brief pause. “What changed your mind?”

The door creaked open, and Reba stepped inside. “You’re honest, and you don’t pity me. I can’t abide pity.”

cptainflint  asked:

silver & flint + 46


46. “Shut up, I am a delight!”

This is a silly little Modern AU thing. I hope that’s alright! 

“I think Max hates me. She’s stopped replying to my messages,” Silver said, flopping down onto the sofa next to Flint with a sigh.

“What did you do?” said Flint, without bothering to look up from the book in his hand.

Silver scoffed indignantly. “Did I say it was my fault?”

“No,” Flint said, turning the page, “I just tend to assume with you.”

“That’s so rude,” said Silver, picking at a loose thread on his jeans absently.

“And yet, I doubt I’m wrong. What did you do?” Flint repeated.

“Nothing! I just sent her some…quite long messages with quotes in them,” Silver said, shifting slightly.

Flint finally looked up, expression knowing and unimpressed. “How many?” he asked.

“Messages or quotes?” said Silver.

“Whichever is the more incriminating number,” Flint said, eyebrow arched accusingly.

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a stitch undone

Pairing: Sam/Dean

Rating: Teen

Length: ~3k

Summary:  Years go by, all containing more of the same, and Sam feels himself unraveling. At least, he thinks he does, in the moments he can remember. Linear timelines don’t exactly make sense to him anymore. He isn’t sure how long they can keep going like this–despite the rumors, they are only human.

On AO3 (notes, too, didn’t put them on the post bc minor spoilers to fic)

Dean had made a point to put as much distance between them and Arizona as possible. Sam sometimes wondered at Dean’s keen skills of avoidance. They were uncanny.

They had struck a Northeastern path across the ‘States, skittering from one interstate to the other and lurking in motels when they had the cash. Sam had a theory that there were only fifty-two or fewer real motels in existence, and each hunt, week by week, brought them to another. At this point, they’d cycled through the lot of them several times over. Each time Sam saw the same green bedspread with those little mosslike circles crowding close to one another, he became a little more nauseated.

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What three fictional characters are you most like. Copy/paste this into a new post and tell us!

I was tagged by @samanddeaninpanties

Okay so I’ve been thinking about this all day and this is what I’ve come up with

1. Rory Gilmore

Originally posted by teendotcom

This was something that people used to say about me and it took me a while to see it because I’m not academic in the same way. But I’ll learn furiously about the things that interest me, little shy and introverted, but sarcastic and witty once I’m comfortable enough.

And the book sniffing. Definitely do that. When a friend lent me a book recently and I told her I liked it and that it smelled like her house which was nice she just laughed and asked me if I’d been sniffing books again. So there’s that.

2. JD

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Little needy, just want to be liked, probably as annoying as it sounds but I will wear you down and get you to like me by just…not going away. Daydreams a lot. Cares a lot. Once you’re in you’re in for life unless or until you do something terrible. Forget to live outside of my own head sometimes or actually listen to other people’s advice. Has an odd sense of humour.

3. Amanda Brotzman

Originally posted by dirkgentlyx

Weird neurological illness? Check! Thinks everything and anything can be an adventure? Check! Creative or energy fuelled shenanigans? Check! Wants to be badass but is only sort of a little bit but will do better with help but is also really sweet and kind? Check check!

Also 100% would jump into a van with four strangers if I thought they could cure me and have fun.

I’m gonna tag @endversetrash :D

One of the coolest things about Richelle Mead’s SOUNDLESS, which is set in a world without sound, is that it asks the question of how life changes according to our senses. This got us thinking about how grateful we are for OUR senses, because without them, how would we appreciate the glorious books around us? In fact, to celebrate them, we decided to break down the 5 highly refined senses of a standard book lover:

1. Beautiful Cover Identification (A.K.A. Sight)

Originally posted by gameraboy

A book lover’s sense of sight can be quite fickle. In some instances, late nights spent turning pages may hamper their vision, but the occurrence of a stunning book cover on the shelves will IMMEDIATELY draw their eye, and potentially lead to a #Coverbuy* situation.

*A purchase made as a result of being seduced by a beautiful cover without regard to any other factors such as genre, summary, $$ in the bank.

2. Page Scent Appreciation (A.K.A. Smell)

Originally posted by bibliotecavintage

A book lover’s sense of smell is actually quite finely tuned, and they have been known to locate bookstores and libraries by simply following the scent of pages yet to be read. In the occurrence that you find them sniffing books in the shelves, respectfully leave them in peace.

 3. Reading Intruder Recognition (A.K.A. Sound)

Originally posted by burdened-with-glorious-hobbits

Reading time is a sacred time. That’s why you’ll receive ‘the glare’ when conversing too loudly near or to a book lover. Your best bet is to switch to whispering or relocate entirely.

 4. Book Body Admiration (A.K.A. Feel)

Originally posted by wenghongwhy

Sometimes, the gaze of a book lover upon a book gives way to something more: touch. Whether it’s the stroking of deckled edges, a stunning spine, or simply feeling the weight of a novel in their hands, the book lover has been known to have an almost otherworldly experience by simply touching a book.

 5. Binge Reading Fuel Discovery (A.K.A. Taste)

Originally posted by wesingbluesilver

The book lover taste buds are discerning ones – they’ve adapted to identify the perfect snacks to eat while reading: anything they can nibble on with one hand, has minimal crumbs, and can devour in large quantities in the case of a binge reading session.

What would a world without senses be like? Peek inside SOUNDLESS to find out!