what makes you better than me

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“If you think that not following the rules is going to make you look strong or better than anyone—” Eric started.

“And what makes you think I have to make myself look strong? I am strong. The reason I don’t do whatever you tell me, Eric, is that it’s fun,” You smirked, turning around and walking away.

“Initiate, you have a lot to learn,” Eric muttered under his breath.

anonymous asked:

I think your way of thinking is really unique Panda ! You always encourage people here to learn as much as they handle , I read often how they say " don't learn more than -insert number - of vocabulary " or " you need 7 years to be fluent " which is really limiting imo I know they are trying to be realistic but I think hard work can pay off and do miracles!! So I'm gonna be good at Korean faster than what those sites said ❤ 화이팅

Thank you! I’m glad someone noticed this. ^^ The thing is, i don’t really want to be in “a cage” made by my others’ expectations/limits. Beside, i hate when people tell me that i cannot do something because others couldn’t. I think everyone should discover their skills & limits and then try to be better. 

And a thing that i noticed in highschool, people who can’t do something, will try to make you think that you can’t either, even if you didn’t try it yet. Why? I’ve never found the answer to this question. There are so many possible answers and it’s kind of scary and sad. 

I hope you have a nice day! :3

anonymous asked:

Hey maybe you need to chill with the weed. It's making you dopey. It's a shame. You're better than this. Think about what you're doing.

It also makes me sleepy and happy too 😉🤣😘

it’s a real shame tbh because… honestly? I’ve been playing battlefront ii these past few days and it’s a good game. the loadout and class system let you customize your playstyle, the progression is nice and even, the mechanics are tight and the objective-based gameplay helps to keep you invested. overall, it’s what Dice’s first game should have been.

there are still things I’d change about it (aside from the paywalls and the monetary system, but those are a given) like a cosmetic customization system (disney is oppressing me by not allowing me to paint on my clone trooper) and adding starfighters to arcade mode. but overall there’s a really fun game hidden beneath those paywalls.

you can tell… on some level, at some point, someone in Dice wanted to make this game better than the last and give people what they asked for. but EA decided that 60 dollars wasn’t enough

advice for writing a stutterer from an actual stutterer;

okay no shade at all I just want all of u to learn and grow and become better writers! so here’s a handy tip list!

  • we don’t stutter on every word. okay, sometimes it can seem it, but honestly, we don’t, so leave a few words in there to give your readers some breathing room.
  • we stutter more on specific sounds. for me, f and s sounds are big ones. everyone has their thing and most stutterers have sounds that are harder to get out.
  • we don’t just stutter at the beginning of words and sentences. okay, honestly this is a big one for me. sometimes, a word starts off really well and goes down the drain at the second syllable! and the stutter doesn’t disappear once we’ve made it past the first word - it clings in there, so don’t forget it.
  • some of us don’t always stutter. some, not all, of us have what’s known as an anxious stutter, which generally comes alongside anxiety disorders. so, while it may be usually present, when a person with an anxious stutter is particularly comfortable with a situation, it tends to get better (or even almost disappear).
  • we don’t stutter when we swear. this is why some of us can stutter and stutter and stutter on a word and then shout fuck and everything’s cool. as far as science knows, this is because swearing is from a more primitive part of the brain, and so it bypasses the bit that makes us stutter! it’s so cool honestly.
  • we don’t stutter when we sing. the biggest two reasons for this one is 1) music comes from a different part of the brain to talking (language=left; music=right), and so it once again bypasses the stutter, or 2) ‘easy voice’, which is the voice that people sing in, is softer and smoother, and the sounds are longer so there’s less opportunity to stutter. either option is way cool but we don’t stutter when we sing.
  • sometimes, we give up on words. after a certain amount of stuttering on a certain word, you may see a stutterer take a deep breath and either try again, or replace it with a synonym. sometimes that word just won’t fit right in our mouths!
  • we hate it when people try to guess what we’re trying to say or try to speed us up. this might be a more personal thing for me, but there’s nothing I hate more than that clicky sound people make or the weird hand gestures or being told to “spit it out.” because we can’t control this shit and it gets tiring. it’s better just to let the person get it out and take their time with it, so when you’re writing, keep this in mind!
  • it gets worse when we’re anxious or stressed, and when we’re excited! I get really really stuttery when I’m enthusiastic about the topic of conversation, because I know so much about that thing that I try to talk really fast and my mouth can’t keep up! it’s the same when I’m anxious or stressed - when there’s more on our minds, the more everything gets a little muddled.

I hope this was helpful! feel free to add on and spread around!

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Happy Birthday Niall !! ❤

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The Baudelaire’s refusal to be grateful for their unfortunate events seemed like such a good message for kids - so I made a thing.

“You only like them because of their looks”

UHM??!!! 

I love them because they are hardworking
I love them because they are passionate at what they do.
I love them because they make me smile
I love them because they work their butt off just to make fans happy
I love them because of their personality
I love them because they can make me smile like no one else could
I love them because they make me feel wanted

Yes, they are good looking af 
but that isn’t what drew me in. 
I love them because they inspire me to be a better person than I am today. That’s why I love them.
Get your facts right.

playing pokemon as a kid

playing pokemon as an adult

Eleven’s first day of school
  • El’s so grateful Mike insisted on giving her a ride to school on his bike because it gives her a chance to review all the advice she’s gotten from the party over the last couple weeks
  • But a lot of their suggestions conflict (Lucas: “If you don’t know the answer when a teacher asks a question, don’t make eye contact with them or they’ll call on you” Dustin: “No way, you want to look the son of a bitch right in the eye to let them know you’re not afraid. Then, they’ll call on someone else. It’s a power move.” Max: “No, don’t listen to them, just pretend to be really engrossed in taking notes.”)
  • She gets her class schedule and it’s still a little surreal to see her name (Hopper, Jane) written down
  • She can’t believe how many people are at school and it’s a little overwhelming until she grabs Mike’s hand squeezes
  • He squeezes back right away and doesn’t let go as the walk to their first class
  • The class is English, which Eleven loves instantly (the teacher keeps talking about all these cool books they’re going to read—apparently one is about grapes and El can’t believe someone wrote a whole book on her favorite fruit)
  • She writes down everything the teacher says and fills up three pages in her notebook (although she wonders if she wasn’t supposed to because Mike didn’t take out a notebook at all and he keeps looking at her funny)
  • She has to part from Mike for math class, but Will sits in front of her and keeps passing her funny drawings and notes so the class goes by fast
  • After the bell for lunch rings, they exit the classroom and Mike runs up to them, panting, and starts asking El a million questions about how math class went
  • Eleven’s favorite part of the day is definitely lunch because she gets to sit with all of her friends and listen to them joke and argue and laugh
  • Everything goes smoothly from there until the last class of the day when the teacher asks them to pair up with someone they don’t know and then introduce their partner to the class
  • Eleven panics for a second, but Mike immediately turns to her, sticks out his hand, and says, “hi, my name’s Mike, short for Michael”
  • When the final bell rings, Eleven can’t believe after two years of begging Hopper she finally got what she had been asking for: a day of being a normal kid
  • And it was better than she ever imagined

Read Mike’s POV here!

for pasdechat for being an absolute inspiration 

Hey can we just take a second and talk about society? And how fucked up it is that everybody is forced to conform?

It pisses me off that everyone has dress a certain way and look a certain way and be a certain weight and be held certain unattainable standard to be considered pretty. It pisses me off that people are no longer judged by their work ethic or their personality or how they treat other people or the grades that they get, they’re judged on how they look and how they present themselves. What does it matter if somebody wants to wear sweatpants and a sweatshirt everyday? Doesn’t it matter more that they’re getting their work done and that they’re getting good grades?

Apparently not. You’re supposed to give a fuck what other people think of how you dress and do your hair. That’s supposed to be just as important as how well you work and getting the work done.

This whole generation has depression and has anxiety because all the adults in our lives who are supposed to be teaching us and preparing us for the real world have become more worried about looks and appearances and conformance than getting to know students and figuring out why they act the way they do.

No one cares anymore it’s just a matter of looking good and acting like nothing’s wrong ever. Bad days aren’t ever allowed. Everyone has problems and someone always has it worse than you so no one’s problems are ever valid. You have to smile no matter what, no one’s allowed to cry, and worse your still expected to follow everyone else’s standards of pretty and proper and whatever the fuck else.

I’m sorry I don’t want to be told how to dress or that the fact that I like my baggy clothes- which are my boyfriend’s by the way, who I haven’t seen in months and haven’t talked to in weeks- is “inappropriate”. Wearing that makes me feel a little better and miss him a little less and that’s fucking valid. At least I’m covered. I don’t care what other people think about it. It’s high school. What matters is getting through it with enough to get you through college. The clothes you wear don’t matter.

I don’t appreciate being told to my face that I need to be medicated just because I wear sweatshirts a lot and that automatically means I can’t deal with my depression.

Anyway. I’m just irritated with our fucking society. I can’t even say mad because I honestly couldn’t give a single fuck less what anyone thinks.

So yeah I’m done now. (And need a goddamn nap people are fucking exhausting.)

-Mel (the Slytherin)

anonymous asked:

Prompt: eleven is popular And mike feels insecure about it (she gonna chose being popular over him) but she chooses him

HERE U GO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS PROMPT (massive thanks to @el-mike-jane for betaing this bc she’s the best)

Word Count: 3.5k 

Pairings: Mike/El, minor Lucas/Max

Rating: T (for language)

Mike Wheeler walks into science class to see everyone chattering, which is massively different from the typical dead-eyed stares of Mr. Sherman’s physics class. It’s the first class of the day, and Mr. Sherman speaks the way gray looks, so it makes sense.

Mike takes his normal spot by Dustin Henderson, their bard and only member of the party he has in this class. “What’s up with everyone today?”

“They’re announcing the nominees for Homecoming Court during class,” Dustin says, looking bored. “It’s all bullshit, but everyone else is excited.”

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The Game (Ethan Dolan)

Originally posted by punishmedolans

Ethan Dolan was the boy your mother warned you about. He was the bad boy who could lure you in with a single smile. Of course nobody listened to their mother and fell for him anyways. He got what he wanted and then moved on to the next one. I was probably the only one who listened to my mother, and Ethan hated that. I swore to myself I wouldn’t fall for his games, but boy did he try! Grayson was my best friend so every time I went over to their place Ethan was there trying to win me over with his pretty boy charm.

“Gray, I’m here to help you.” I yelled as I entered their apartment.

Grayson texted me this morning asking me to come over and help him edit the new video for their youtube channel. Of course I accepted even though that meant I’d have to deal with Ethan. It wasn’t that I hated Ethan, well never mind I totally hated him.

“I’ve got a problem, can you help me?” Ethan asked suddenly appearing behind me.

I rolled my eyes trying to ignore the obnoxious boy.

“Grayson!” I called again.

“He’s at the warehouse." Ethan said.

I went to walk out of the door but Ethan grabbed my arm.

"He didn’t exactly invite you over today.” He said with that stupid playboy smirk on his face.

“you’ve got to be kidding me.” I groaned feeling the steam come out of my ears.

“I used his phone to text you because I knew you wouldn’t accept my invite but you would accept Grayson’s." Ethan said.

"okay, I’m out of here.” I said rolling my eyes trying to walk away again.

Ethan ran in front of me blocking me from leaving.

“Now that you here why don’t you hang out with me? I mean what could be better than hanging out with Ethan Dolan?” He scoffed fixing the collar of his shirt.

“I could think of a million things better than hanging out with you.” I said crossing my arms over my chest.

Ethan chuckled before flashing his smile. I’ll have to admit his smile was breathtaking that’s probably why all the girls fell for it. I mentally scolded myself for thinking this way.

“Come on Y/N we both know you don’t mean that." Ethan smirked.

"Yes I do now move.” I said getting annoyed now.

“make me move.” He smirked.

“How about I just punch you instead?” I asked putting my hands on my hips.

“feisty, I like it.” He smirked.

“Y/N?”

I turned around relieved to see Grayson who was looking rather confused.

“what are you doing here?” He asked giving me a hug.

“your brother messaged me from your phone saying you needed my help with editing.” I said rolling my eyes.

“guilty.” Ethan smirked.

Grayson rolled his eyes checking his phone.

“don’t worry, I’ll put a lock on my phone so that doesn’t happen again.” Grayson said ignoring Ethan.

“oh come on Gray it was a harmless gesture. I just wanted to hang out with a beautiful girl.” Ethan said raising his hands in defense.

“well now that you’re here want to hang out with just me?” Grayson asked making sure to emphasize the just him part.

I nodded my head following him to his room. Thankfully Ethan got the hint and didn’t follow us.

“I’m sorry about him.” Grayson said turning on Netflix.

“It’s fine Gray, really.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

“He makes me so mad sometimes. He gets all the girls and then he treats them like crap. He’s stolen all of my girlfriends, and now girls only talk to me to get closer to E. Even worse I feel like people only come to our channel for Ethan.” Grayson confessed.

“I hope you know I’m not like that G. I like hanging out with you, just you. Besides the Dolan twins would be nothing without you I mean it’s not called the Ethan Dolan channel.” I said giving him a smile.

“I know, and you have no idea how much you rock for that.” He said giving me a hug.

“so Hawaiian pizza and Netflix?” I asked giving him a smile.

“would we be best friends if we did anything else?” He asked laughing.

Grayson and I watched Netflix and ate pizza for a couple hours before I decided to go home. I gave Grayson a hug before walking out of his bedroom. Ethan sat on the couch with his tongue down some girls throat.

“get a room.” I scoffed covering my eyes.

I heard Ethan laughing as he pulled away from the girl.

“why you jealous?” Ethan asked.

“as if.” I scoffed.

“who’s she?” the girl spoke up.

“oh just some girl who has a huge crush on me but I turned her down.” Ethan told the girl.

“please like you could handle me?” I sassed putting my hands on my hips.

“is that a challenge?” Ethan asked standing in front of me.

Ethan was unbelievably attractive which made me hate him even more. We stared each other down. I wasn’t going to fall in to his trap.

“uh Ethan?” the girl spoke up from the couch.

“not now Natalie.” Ethan said.

“It’s Naomi.” She scoffed.

“I don’t care.” He sassed back.

“You’re pathetic.” I said rolling my eyes at him.

“ouch babe that hurt.” He said putting a hand over his heart.

“congratulations you have a dick, doesn’t mean you have to act like one.” I said glaring at him.

“if I wanted a bitch, I would’ve bought a dog.” Ethan sassed back.

“I’m sorry, was I meant to be offended? The only thing that really irks me is your face.” I said glaring directly at him.

“You’re just jealous because I have a line of girls waiting to be with me.” He said very confidently.

I looked over at Naomi who was just staring uncomfortably.

“Naomi, is it? You might want to get out now, Ethan here thinks it’s cool to break hearts and he feels no remorse about it. He’s a player, and you’re better off without him." I said looking at the girl.

Naomi looked at me and then at Ethan.

"wow clearly you two have some unresolved chemistry, I’m just going to go, bye Ethan.” Naomi said before leaving.

I rolled my eyes. Unresolved chemistry my ass!

“and that’s my cue to leave.” I said walking towards the door but again Ethan stopped me.

“I’m a player huh?” He asked like he didn’t already know.

“you didn’t know, not surprising.” I said rolling my eyes.

“well then, If I’m such a player than let’s play a game. Let’s sweet talk, let’s play fight, let’s talk 24/7, let’s tell each other good morning and goodnight everyday, let’s give each other nicknames, let’s flirt, let’s cuddle, let’s go on dates, let’s hug and kiss, and the first one that falls in love with the other person loses.” Ethan proposed.

I didn’t even have to think about it before answering.

“no way in hell am I doing any of that with you.” I growled.

“why? afraid you’re going to fall in love with me?” He smirked.

Ethan Dolan was not afraid to push my buttons and honestly it was kind of hot. WAIT WHAT ARE YOU SAYING YOU HATE HIM!

“please, the only person falling in love will be you with me.” I said getting in his face.

“then I guess it’s on.” He said getting back in my face.

“oh it’s on, and when you fall in love with me I can’t wait to break your heart and give you a taste of your own medicine.” I seethed.

What in the hell was I agreeing too? Ethan knew that making me mad would work that little asshole! Ethan bit his lip looking at me. Suddenly he put his lips on mine kissing me. I quickly pushed him off giving him a what the hell look.

“I said let’s hug and kiss, you know unless my kissing affects you that much.” He said confidently.

I grabbed the back of his head smashing his lips on mine. He was surprised at first but kissed me back. He licked my lip asking for entrance but I didn’t allow it. Ethan grabbed my butt squeezing it making me gasp. He took that time to slip his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance and surprisingly mine won. I backed Ethan up until he was forced to sit on the couch. I straddled his lap not breaking our kiss. I could feel him growing harder underneath me as I was grinding on his lap. He went to kiss me deeper but I pulled away leaving him wanting more. I got off of his lap now fully seeing how turned on he was.

“oops, did I do that.” I smirked pointing to Ethan’s growing erection.

He rolled his eyes grabbing a pillow to cover his crotch. 

“please, you don’t affect me at all.” Ethan said.

“that says otherwise.” I said grabbing the pillow he was using to cover up how turned on he really was.

He rolled his eyes glaring at me.

“It’s okay, two can play at this game.” He smirked.

“what the hell does that mean?” I asked.

“oh you’ll find out pretty girl. I can’t wait to win this game.” He said standing up.

“well you won’t win so keep on dreaming.” I said glaring at him.

I walked towards the door opening it, waiting for Ethan to say something else but he didn’t. I turned around giving him an annoyed look.

“what no annoying comments?” I asked.

“you’re cute.” Ethan said giving me a smile.

I scoffed rolling my eyes before walking out the door. The worst part was, I felt my heart racing at his words. An that smile, god that smile killed me. I drove home trying to get my mind off of Ethan Dolan. I lied awake fantasizing about his perfect lips. Ethan may be the biggest douche bag to walk this planet but I can’t say he isn’t good at what he does. His lips fit mine so perfectly, it drove me crazy. I woke up the next morning with a text from Ethan.

Ethan: good morning my beautiful princess <3

: your princess? baby boy I don’t belong to anyone.

Ethan: How’d you sleep? Have any dreams about me?

: ha you wish. I didn’t think about you at all, why were you thinking about me?

of course I wouldn’t admit to Ethan that I was up all night thinking about him. His ego is already inflated enough.

Ethan: how could I not think about you? You’re incredibly beautiful and everything I’ve ever wanted in a girl.

I could feel the breath hitch in my throat. Nobody had ever said something that nice too me. I keep forgetting who were talking about here, it’s Ethan Dolan he probably says that to every girl he talks too. Why wasn’t he sassing me back though? It was no fun unless he reacted to it. So many thoughts were swirling in my mind that I realized I hadn’t answered his text.

:how many times have you used that line on a girl.

Ethan: You’re cute when you’re fighting my affection. So ready for our date today?

: date? since when do we have a date?

Ethan: since that was part of the game remember? Don’t worry I already planned everything out, just make sure you wear something casual.

I didn’t know why but a small smile formed on my face as I thought of Ethan planning a date for us.

: ugh fine, when should I be ready?

Ethan: that’s the spirit, and I’ll pick you up in an hour!

I rolled my eyes putting down my phone. What was I getting myself into? I looked through my clothes trying on a couple different outfits. If I were hanging out with Grayson I would just throw on a sweatshirt and some sweatpants. Why was I trying so hard? Since when did I care what Ethan thought about me? Eventually I settled for some white skinny jeans and a black and white crop top with sandals. I finished my look with some light makeup and added a black bow in my hair. My phone lit up with a text from Grayson.

Grayson: hey want to hang out today? Ethan won’t be here, he’s taking some poor girl on a date.“

I felt bad. I was probably the only girl that Grayson talked to anymore and here I was going behind his back with his twin brother.

: sorry Gray, I have plans but maybe later?

Grayson: yeah that sounds great! I’ll message you later! 

I was about to respond when there was a knock on my door. I opened it to reveal a smiling Ethan. He was holding a single rose.

"for you princess.” He said handing me the rose.

I rolled my eyes muttering a thank you. Damn he was really trying. I walked over to my kitchen putting the rose in a vase of water. I was trying not to stare at Ethan but I couldn't deny he looked good. He wore ripped skinny jeans, a fitted t-shirt and his black vans.

“alright let’s just get today over with.” I said blowing a piece of hair from my face.

Ethan smiled extending his hand for me to take. I gave him a look.

“the game is to act like a couple, and couples hold hands.” He said grabbing my hand an intertwining our fingers.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it even a little bit. He opened my car door waiting for me to get in. Before he let go of my hand he placed a light kiss on it making me blush ever so slightly. He got in the car starting it up.

“so where are we going on this date, that is totally not a date.” I asked glancing over at him.

“well one it is a date and two it's a surprise.” He said not taking his eyes off the road.

“It’s not a date and I hate surprises.” I muttered.

“It is a date and trust me you’ll like this one.” He said smiling.

I sighed looking out the window. After a couple of minutes of just silence I felt Ethan grab my hand again intertwining our fingers. 

“you look beautiful today, but you look beautiful everyday.” He said finally glancing at me.

Wow. Reading that in a text is one thing, but the words actually coming out of Ethan’s mouth made my heart race. I couldn’t fall for him, and I definitely wasn’t losing this game. I mean that’s what this was all about after all.

“You don’t look too bad yourself Ethan. In fact as soon as I saw you in my doorway I was thinking some impure thoughts.” I purred.

Ethan’s grip on the steering wheel got tighter as he bit his lip. I laughed to myself Y/N one, Ethan zero. I wasn’t done pushing it though. I removed my hand from his and placed it on his thigh. I started rubbing it ever so slightly making him shiver. Ethan gave me a look and honestly I was dying to know what was going on in his head right now.

“you’re trying to kill me Y/N.” Ethan breathed.

“oops.” I smirked moving my hand off his thigh.

He lets out a shaky breath making me laugh again. Ethan was making this too easy.

“and we’re here.” He said pulling the car into a parking lot.

I looked out at the pier surrounded by the beautiful water. I couldn’t fight the smile that appeared on my face. I hated him but he did know how to impress a girl. 

“do you like it?” He asked.

I looked over at him and he was giving me a hopeful look.

“we’ll see.” I said smirking.

He got out of the car running over to my side and opening my door.

“so what are we doing here?” I asked looking at how beautiful the view was.

“well I thought we could take a boat out and have a picnic on the water.” Ethan said grabbing my hand once again.

I felt myself blushing. No one has ever put in this much effort to take me on a date before.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but that actually sounds like fun.” I said looking at him shyly.

“hold on did thee Y/N just compliment me? Hallelujah it’s a great day!” Ethan yelled earning strange looks from other people on the pier.  

“don’t get used to it Dolan.” I said rolling my eyes.

He laughed before walking us down the pier. He held my hand the entire time. I looked up at him feeling my heart race again. Why do the bad boys always look so good? It wasn’t fair. I saw that Ethan was staring back at me.

“take a picture Dolan it will last longer.” I scoffed.

“you know what that’s a great idea.” He said taking his phone out and snapping a picture of me.

“I didn’t mean it literally.” I said laughing a little.

“well I need a picture to prove that angels truly exist.” He smirked bumping his shoulder into mine.

“ooh that was bad E, I thought you had better game than that.” I said laughing at him.

For once his flirting wasn’t annoying the crap out of me.

“oh baby this is just the beginning.” He said.

We arrived at the end of the pier where the boats were parked. Ethan got the boat keys out of his pocket before stepping into a cute little white boat. He held out his hand helping me in, but me being me tripped and fell. Before I could hit the ground I felt two strong arms wrap around me. I looked up to see Ethan smirking.

“looks like you’re already falling for me.” He joked.

I cracked up laughing as I steadied myself.

“now that was better.” I said still laughing.

“you know it’s been five minutes and you haven’t insulted me once.” He said starting up the boat.

“Hey Ethan?” I asked

“what?” He responded.

“you’re an idiot.” I said smirking at him.

“there she is, that’s the girl I know.” He laughed.

He pulled the boat away, speeding across the water. I sat there in silence letting the wind blow through my hair. It was actually kind of peaceful, you know if I wasn’t with Ethan. I couldn’t see any sign of land now, we were just surrounded by water and each other. Ethan stopped the boat just letting it float on the waves. He stared at me as I stared at the view.

“why do you keep doing that.” I asked looking at him.

“doing what?” He asked playing dumb.

“staring at me? and if you say it’s because you think I’m beautiful, I’m going to punch you.” I threatened.

Ethan laughed before looking at me again.

“I guess I’m just trying to figure you out, you’re different, not what I expected.” He said coming over and taking the seat beside me.

“I don’t like to do what people expect. Then they expect it all the time and are disappointed when you change.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

“so if you disappoint them from the start you’re covered.” He said laughing.

“yeah something like that.” I laughed along too.

“well then you screwed up.” Ethan said scooting closer to me.

“how?” I asked.

“well you’ve never disappointed me.” He said dangerously close to my face.

I didn’t know what I was doing, it’s as if I wasn’t in control of my body. Ethan leaned down placing his lips on mine and I let him. This kiss was just as good as the first one. This time however, I was the one licking his lip asking for entrance which of course he allowed. I don’t know what was coming over me but I couldn’t stop myself. Ethan gripped my hips bringing me closer to him. I shivered at his touch on my bare skin. I knew I had to stop this before it went any farther. I placed my hands on his chest pushing him back a little bit.

“we should eat, don’t want that food to go to waste.” I said slowing my breathing.

He nodded his head pulling out the picnic basket. Inside he had all my favorite foods. We ate in silence, the whole time Ethan just stared at me and I stared back at him. I couldn’t help but blush. To be honest, I’ve never even had a boyfriend before and certainly no one who put this much effort in to spending a day with me. I shouldn’t feel special though, I had to remember he was only good at what he does because he's had a lot of practice. I sighed and let my eyes wander out to the water. A pod of dolphins were swimming right near our boat.

“look dolphins!” I said rushing towards the side of the boat.

I watched the dolphins swim gracefully through the water. Ethan got up joining me too.

“wow it’s beautiful.” Ethan said admiring the sea creatures.

I looked over at Ethan, he looked like a little boy seeing something for the first time, for once he had real emotion behind his eyes. Suddenly a rough wave hit the side of the boat sending me straight in the water. I started to panic, I couldn’t swim. I struggled in the water before I felt myself slowly sinking.

“Y/N!” Ethan screamed.

 He ripped his shirt off before diving in the water. He grabbed me by my waist pulling my head above water.

“Ethan I can’t swim.” I cried out.

“It’s okay I got you.” He said swimming towards the boat.

Ethan pushed me back up on the boat before pulling himself up. He rushed over taking my face in his hands.

“are you okay.” He asked stroking my cheeks with his thumbs.

I coughed up a little bit of water before nodding my head slowly. I felt embarrassed.  

“you scared the hell out of me do you know that?” Ethan said looking in my eyes.

I looked back in his eyes. They looked genuine, like he was really worried about me. Maybe I had him all wrong. Maybe he wasn’t the terrible person I made him out to be. Maybe I was the terrible person.

“I would’ve let me drown if I were you, from how mean I’ve been to you.” I said giving him a small smile, my voice still a little hoarse.

“what are you crazy? then I would have to start taking out girls who actually like me.” He joked sitting beside me.

“please like you could find any.” I said laying my head on his shoulder.

“see who needs affection when you have blind hatred.” He said wrapping an arm around me.

“you know I don’t actually hate you right?” I said lifting my head to look at him.

“honestly you could’ve fooled me.” He said looking down at me.

“I just think it isn’t fair that you make girls fall for you and then crush them by moving on to someone else. You know you can get any girl you want and you use that to your advantage.” I said honestly.

Ethan looked down at his feet like he was contemplating what I had just said.

“You’re right I am an asshole and a player but it’s only because I know what I want. I’m looking for something real and all the girls I’ve been with haven’t been real with me. They only want to be with me because they think I’m good looking, or because they like guys that are muscular, or because Gray and I are famous now. Nobody has ever liked me for me, so I feel like I have to put on this bad boy act to keep myself from getting hurt.” He admitted still looking down at the ground.

Wow. I didn’t think there was any depth to Ethan but here he was pouring his heart out to me.

“Ethan, I don’t know what to say.” I admitted looking at the boy.

“plus, I can’t get any girl I want. I want you and you seem to be quite the challenge.” He said smirking.

I rolled my eyes, gosh he was cheesy.

“I’m not an easy prize to be won Ethan Dolan you’ll have to try harder than that.” I said laughing. 

“not everyone can be an expert at love Y/N.” He said looking at me.

I was the one looking at my feet now.

“actually, I’ve never even had a boyfriend.” I said looking up at his surprised face.

“wait you’re serious?” He said still in shock.

“Is it that surprising?” I asked suddenly feeling self conscious.

“well yeah, I mean you’re perfect. You’re beautiful, smart, and funny. Any guy would be crazy not to want to go out with you.” He said.

I could feel the heat return to my cheeks.

“do you really mean that Ethan, or are you just saying that to win the game?” I said laughing a little.

“I mean every single word." 

He leaned down quickly pecking me on the lips. It was simple but I think that was my favorite kiss we shared only because it was full of raw emotion. Ethan and I just sat and talked for what felt like hours. We told each other embarrassing stories from when we were little and talked about our favorite things. I didn’t realize how late it had gotten until my phone lit up with a text from Grayson.

Grayson: are you done with your thing? I’m bored and need my best friend. Ethan hasn’t texted me either, it must be going well with the girl. Poor, stupid girl doesn’t know what she’s getting in to.

"oh no!” I said looking at my phone.

“what’s wrong?” Ethan asked.

“I told Grayson we could hang out later tonight.” I said.

Ethan looked out at the water clenching his jaw.

“so you and Grayson huh.” He said still looking at the water.

“why are you jealous?” I asked smirking.

“no, why would I be jealous. This is a game remember. I could care less who you talk too.” He snapped starting up the boat.

I was taken back. What happened to the sweet boy from a couple of seconds ago?

“clearly someone is on their period.” I said rolling my eyes.

“whatever.” Ethan growled.

We sat in silence the rest of the way back to the pier. He stopped the boat hopping out to the pier. He didn’t wait for me and started to walk away. I can’t believe how ignorant he was being! I jumped out of the boat nearly falling in the water again. I had to run down the pier to keep up with him. He got in the car slamming the door shut.

“what is your problem?” I snapped.

“I don’t have a problem.” He snapped back.

I rolled my eyes turning away from him. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I was starting to believe he wasn’t a complete asshole but he just ruined that. He took the turn to go to his house making me alarmed.

“where are you going?” I asked.

“to our house, you said your hanging out with Grayson.” He growled.

“No you have to take me home first, I can’t show up with you then he’ll know that you took me on a date.” I said turning towards him.

Ethan had a hard look in his eyes and he was still clenching his jaw.

“what don’t want to be seen with me?” Ethan snapped.

“actually no, I don’t.” I sassed back.

Ethan rolled his eyes before turning around and driving to my house. He pulled up at my house not saying anything. I gave him a look before getting out. He pulled away quickly speeding down the road. I quickly ran in changing my outfit, throwing one of the sweatshirts Grayson gave me over my head. I go back outside getting in my car and heading over to Grayson’s. I arrived shortly but Ethan’s car wasn’t there. I shrugged my shoulders getting out of the car and walking in the apartment.

“you’re here!” Grayson said running over to give me a hug.

I smiled returning his hug.

“how was your day?” He asked putting some popcorn in the microwave.

“I don’t know honestly.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

“how don’t you know?” He asked laughing.

“Grayson it’s so complicated I don’t even understand it.” I said joining in on his laughter.

He pulled out the popcorn, walking in to their living room. I followed him sitting on the couch.

“It’s your turn to pick a movie.” He said tossing me the remote.

I smiled at him scrolling through the Netflix movies.

“by the way nice sweatshirt.” He said throwing a piece of popcorn at me.

I scoffed before getting a piece and throwing it back at him. Soon Grayson and I had got in a huge food fight. Before I could throw another piece at him he tackled me off the couch on the floor. He was sitting on me while holding my arms above my head.

“get off of me you loser.” I laughed struggling under him.

“not until you say that I’m the greatest.” Grayson said laughing too.

Grayson and I just had a naturally playful relationship, but I didn’t see him as anything more than a friend and as far as I know he didn’t see me as anything more than a friend either.

“my mother told me to never tell a lie Dolan.” I smirked sticking my tongue out at him.

Grayson was about to respond when the front door slammed open. Ethan walked in followed by a girl I had never seen before.

“get a room.” He growled at me and Grayson.

Grayson got off of me giving me a hand up.

“who’s this?” Grayson asked gesturing towards the girl.

“Victoria.” Ethan said simply looking at me.

“It’s Vanessa.” She said giving Ethan a dirty look.

“oh well Hi Vanessa, Y/N and I are watching a movie out here.” Grayson said looking at Vanessa and then his twin.

“I love movies.” Vanessa said looking at Ethan.

“I guess we’re watching a movie then.” Ethan said.

I looked at Grayson rolling my eyes. The last thing I wanted was to watch Ethan stick his tongue down some other girls throat, like who the hell did he think he was. He was the sweetest person earlier and now he was bringing home some girl. I sound jealous, I am most definitely not jealous. I really need to stop.

“well it’s Y/N’s turn to pick a movie.” Grayson said sitting on the one side of the couch.

Ethan sat down pulling Vanessa in to his lap. I picked a random movie before sitting down beside Grayson.

“I’m sorry, this isn’t how I wanted tonight to go.” Grayson whispered in my ear for only me to hear.

I gave him a smile before laying my head on his shoulder. Grayson wrapped an arm around me pulling me closer to him.

“you really have to stop apologizing for your brothers stupidity.” I whispered before laughing.

Grayson busted out laughing making Ethan look over at us. I looked at him giving him a smirk. Suddenly Ethan grabbed Vanessa, kissing her roughly. She immediately kissed back starting a full blown make out session between the two. He was trying to make me jealous, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. I ignored him, giving all my attention to Grayson. Eventually the movie became something in the background, Grayson and I were making fun of each other and just telling silly jokes to make each other laugh.

“tell me Gray, how many times did your mom drop E on his head when he was a baby?” I asked giggling.

I doubt Ethan heard me seeing as he was too busy making out with Vanessa.

“oh, way too many times to count.” Grayson said making me laugh even more.

“I don’t think Vanessa is very smart either.” I joked looking at the girl.

“I’ve probably met rocks smarter than that girl. Plus she has to be pretty dumb to go out with Ethan.” Grayson said which caused another fit of laughter from the both of us.

“I mean he forgot her name, who sticks around after that!” I exclaimed.

“I don’t know, obviously Victoria.” He said.

I couldn’t stop laughing. Grayson was just that person that you couldn’t be upset when you were around him. I was truly thankful for that!

“I’ll be right back G.” I said getting up.

I went to the restroom using it quickly. I washed my hands before walking out. As soon as I opened the door Ethan was standing there with an angry look on his face. 

“what’s so funny?” He asked.

I looked up at him smirking.

“wouldn’t you like to know?” I sassed.

He growled pushing me back in the bathroom before closing the door.

“How’s Victoria?” I asked purposefully getting her name wrong.

“she’s great, probably the best kisser I’ve ever met.” He said glaring at me.

“so that’s why you can’t remember her name right?” I smirked again.

He clenched his jaw, getting upset.

“look just stop flirting with Grayson, it’s getting annoying.” He growled looking at me.

“you’re not my boss, so I can do whatever I feel like. Besides you said yourself it’s just a game remember.” I growled back at him.

“why do you have to be so complicated?” He growled.

“Me? You’re the one that said all this stuff on our date and then started acting like a dick out of nowhere. Than you bring some stupid girl home and spend the whole time with your tongue down her throat, now if you’ll excuse me I’d like to get back to my friend!” I said pushing Ethan out of the way and exiting the bathroom.

Who the hell did he think he was? He couldn’t tell me what to do! Why was he acting like this? I sat back down next to Grayson still wrapping my head around everything.

“uh what happened to you?” Grayson asked looking at me.

I was about to respond when Ethan stormed in the room.

“I’m sorry Victoria, I need you to leave.” He said pointing to the door.

Grayson looked at me giving me a confused look. Vanessa got up stopping in front of Ethan. She slapped him hard on the cheek.

“It’s Vanessa, and by the way I was only with you because you’re famous!” She said before storming out of their apartment.

Ethan stood by the door breathing heavily.

“should I leave?” I asked Grayson who was staring at Ethan.

“No, wouldn’t want to ruin your date!” Ethan snapped.

Grayson and I looked at each other before busting up laughing making Ethan even angrier.

“Ethan we are not on a date. Y/N is my friend, we always have movie nights, but we aren’t on a date.” Grayson said looking at a dumbfounded Ethan. 

“I really should head out Gray, it’s getting late. Goodbye Grayson.” I said standing up and giving him a hug.

I walked past Ethan giving him a smirk.

“goodnight Ethan.” I said giving a fake smile.

“why didn’t you tell me you didn’t like Grayson like that?” He whispered staring me down.

“you never asked. so next time instead of being jealous and turning into a gigantic asshole, just talk to me.” I said patting his arm.

I walked out of their apartment immediately pulling out my phone and sending a quick text to Ethan.

: you’re making winning this game too easy, better step up your game Dolan. I think I have a new name for you, Mr. I’m Jealous.

I laughed getting a quick response from Ethan.

Ethan: I wasn’t jealous.

: Sure Jan.

Ethan: I wasn’t!

: and I quote “stop flirting with Grayson, it’s getting annoying.”

Ethan: fine, I may have been a little jealous…

: a little?

Ethan: look I already admitted I was jealous.

: I know, I’m just having way too much fun with making you fall for me.

Ethan: you just wait darling, I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve that will have to begging to be my girlfriend.

: Sure Jan.

I laughed as I pulled in to my apartment complex. I stared at my phone waiting for Ethan to text back. I took a deep breath realizing what I was doing. You Like Him my subconscious screamed. I don’t like him! or do I? I can’t like him, he was no good for me, I would just end up getting my heart broken. But the way he saved you from drowning today, and he was so worried about you my subconscious argued making me scream. My phone lit up snapping me out of my thoughts. I ran over picking it up, hoping it was Ethan. wait what? I looked to see it was just Gray.

Grayson: what the hell was up with Ethan tonight?

: on his period probably?

Grayson: I mean he’s just never acted that way with a girl before. If I didn’t know any better I’d say Ethan likes you.

I nervously laughed looking at the text. I wanted to tell Grayson about the game and our date today but I knew he’d be really hurt.

: ha, that’s a good joke G.

Grayson: I know right? I’m shuddering at the thought of you and Ethan together!

I took a deep breath, would it really be so bad? I mentally scolded myself, I don’t even know who I am anymore!  

: oh gosh me too that’s gross!

Grayson: well I’m glad you haven’t fallen for Ethan’s stupid game. I’ll text you tomorrow, got to get my beauty sleep! goodnight Y/N!

: goodnight G!

I didn’t get any sleep that night though. “I’m glad you haven’t fallen for Ethan’s stupid game.” replayed in my head and tormented me all night. I wasn’t sure if I did or not, I mean I agreed to his game but was I really falling for the boy I swore I never would fall for? I woke up to a loud knocking on my door making me groan. I got up quickly checking myself in the mirror before opening the door. Ethan stood their smiling and holding another rose.

“what are you doing here?” I asked stepping aside so he could come in.

“thought I’d come make you breakfast.” He said walking inside carrying a little bag.

“you want to make me breakfast?” I asked giving him a look.

“as an apology, you know for being such an ass last night.” He said sitting the bag on my kitchen counter.

“yeah, you were an ass last night.” I said stifling a laugh.

“I thought we got past this!” He said laughing a little too.

“it depends what are you making me for breakfast?” I asked hopping up and sitting on the counter.

“pancakes with fruit!” He said pulling the ingredients out of the bag.

“than I might just accept your apology.” I said laughing.

Ethan started making pancakes while making small talk. He was interrupted by his phone ringing.

“hey can you get that for me?” He asked looking at his messy hands.

I laughed picking up his phone and answering it.

“hello?” I said in the phone.

“Y/N?”  Grayson’s voice rang from the other end.

I mentally started to panic. I didn’t want Grayson to find out, at least not in this way!

“what are you doing with Ethan’s phone?” He asked accusingly.

come on Y/N think of plausible lie!

“he uh came over to apologize for last night and left his phone here.” I lied easily. 

“oh, well when he realizes he’s missing it tell him to call me.” Grayson said thankfully buying my lie.

“will do Gray!” I said hoping to end the call.

“okay thanks, see you soon.” He said

“yeah, bye.” I said hanging up.

I sighed in relief looking up at Ethan who was now just staring at me.

“don’t give me that look, it’s complicated okay.” I said handing Ethan his phone.

“wasn’t going too.” He said smirking.

I sighed sitting back on the counter. I felt like a terrible friend.

“you didn’t even say anything about my lock screen.” Ethan said tossing me his phone.

I caught his phone hitting the home button. I blushed as I saw the picture he took of me on the pier as his background.


“It really is a cute picture.” He said taking the pancakes out of the skillet.

He put my pancake on a plate before handing it to me to decorate with fruit and whipped cream.

“you’re ridiculously cheesy do you know that?” I asked him laughing.

“but ridiculously cute too right?” He asked getting his pancake too.

I put all sorts of fruit on mine before grabbing the can of whip cream. I squeezed the top of it but nothing was coming out. I furiously shook it while holding down the button. Whip cream shot out of that can getting all over Ethan. I cracked up laughing looking at a whipped cream covered Ethan.

“come here babe.” He said reaching out for me.

“No!” I said running away from him.

Ethan chased me through the living room eventually trapping me.

“Ethan please it was an accident.” I said laughing.

“I just want a kiss babe.” Ethan said leaning in.

He kissed me getting whipped cream all over me too. I kissed him back, cupping his cheek with my hand even though it was covered in whip cream too. Ethan pulled away smiling at me.

“let’s get cleaned up and enjoy our pancakes.” He said smiling.

We wiped off all the whipped cream before sitting down with our pancakes.

“so why don’t you want Grayson to know you’re with me?” Ethan asked breaking the silence.

I took a deep breath looking at Ethan.

“don’t just tell me it’s complicated, explain to me why it’s complicated.” He said staring me down.

I didn’t know if I should tell him. I feel like that is something personal Grayson told me that I shouldn’t share with his twin.

“Grayson is my friend, and he feels that you steal a lot of what he has. He also feels like people only talk to him to get closer to you. It would hurt him to find out about this.” I said not being able to look at Ethan.

Ethan doesn’t respond immediately which makes me worried.

“I’m a bad brother.” Ethan says looking up at me.

“you’re not a bad brother, you just need to reconnect with him.” I said grabbing Ethan’s hand across the table.

“how do I do that?” Ethan asked.

“hang out with him, talk to him, let him know you’re still here for him.” I said giving him a smile.

“you’re incredible do you know that?” Ethan said smiling.

“and so are these pancakes.” I said taking another bite.

Ethan laughed finishing his pancakes as well. When we were done, Ethan helped me clean up the kitchen.

“I should probably call Grayson.” Ethan said putting the last plate away.

“yeah you should, and spend the day with him if you want, I’m not going anywhere.” I said smiling at him.

Ethan stared at me just smiling.

“you know after this game is over we might just be friends.” Ethan said pulling me in to a hug.

“in your dreams E.” I laughed hugging him back.

I didn’t want to be friends. I wanted to be so much more than that. I sighed as Ethan walked out of my apartment. He was winning this game, and honestly at this point I was letting him.

part two

Burning Questions

Originally posted by twofronteeth

Thanks for this request! Thank you very much for reading, as always, send me your thoughts. Love. xx - L

Harry gets asked about you in his interview with BBC.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 967

You’d been biting on your fingernails, completely impatient and full of excitement. Harry had been doing dozens of interviews and talk shows to promote his album, but you were finally able to see him do it in person. You saw all of the lights, the cameras, and the screaming fans, and you wondered- how did Harry do this every day? It was insane to think about, because he was so quiet and reserved, yet was constantly in the spotlight.

You straightened out Harry’s suit jacket, the pattern making you slightly dizzy as you stared at it for too long. He was taking deep breaths, a nervous smile growing on his face. It baffled you that he could get nervous. He was so confident, a little cocky at times, but he still got jittery at the thought of being interviewed.

“You’re gonna do great, babe.” You pressed your hands against his check, leaning in for a peck on the lips.



“Never know what kind ‘f questions they’ll ask me. What if they ask me about that time-“



“Nick isn’t going to hammer you, love. Probably just gonna ask about the album, maybe a little about Dunkirk. It’ll be lighthearted and fun, don’t be so serious.” You gave him a big grin, and he nodded his head, realizing he was overthinking it.

“Yeah… yeah!” His voice was slightly higher than normal, a surge of energy and confidence raging through his body. “Always make me feel better, pet.”



You were sitting with Anne, who was staring at her son in awe and admiration. You couldn’t blame her, because you were doing the same.

“So tell me, Harry, what was it like being in Jamaica, writing this album that was such a change from One Direction?”                                                                   
“Tell me about Dunkirk, that had to be quite crazy working on a movie like that.”
“How did you feel when you cut your hair?”



Question after question, Harry’s smile lit up the room more and more, his eyes full of happiness and comfort. You’d been listening to his answers, of course, but you were more concerned watching the way he would listen, the way he would take his time to answer any questions. It was as if even though he’d answered these questions hundreds of times, he still put thought into every word he said. He was moments away from getting up to sing a song, and when he was about to stand, he was stopped.

“Harry, before you go play us one of your songs, let’s ask the burning question everybody’s wanting to know-“



You saw Harry’s eyes. They looked calm and collected, but he was filled with fear. This was what he was nervous about before the interview. What kinds of questions was Nick going to ask him? What did everyone want to know? Your body tensed, and you stood slightly on your tiptoes, your head poking forward as if that would help you see or hear any better.

“Tell us about the misses. She’s here, with your lovely mother, Anne.” You saw a camera turn towards you, and you honestly had no clue what to do. You didn’t face the camera, didn’t wave. Instead, you just smiled, a semi-fake laugh escaping your body. You weren’t laughing because you were happy or flattered- you were laughing because your nerves were coursing through your body.

Harry let out a chuckle, his hand nervously itching at the nape of his neck. His hand lightly tugged on his ear as he struggled to find what to say. Not that you hadn’t made your relationship public- pretty much everybody knew you were dating, from family, friends, to fans. But you tried to keep it as quiet as possible, because the media never helps relationships. Ever.

Harry glanced at you for a split of a second, trying to read your face. He didn’t know if you were comfortable enough for him to discuss your relationship, and honestly, he didn’t know if he was either. He had an embarrassed grin on his face, turning back to Nick to attempt to answer the question.

“Yeah, she’s, uh… she’s a wonderful woman.” He smiled, but Nick wasn’t done there.

“How long’ve ya been together?”



“About a year, now, uh… right?” He turned to you, his smile now questioning you. You laughed and gave him a thumbs up, and the entire audience laughed at his forgetfulness.

“Year, that’s great! Can ya tell us some about her, she’s quite the quiet one.” You felt your heart drop to your stomach. You had no clue what Harry would say about you. He’d never been asked about you before. He shifted in his seat a little bit, clearing his throat.

“Um, well she likes her coffee with extra creamer, which I don’t understand, because I think it tastes best black. She likes to wear socks to bed, which is absurd, and her favorite show is Friends. So there’s one thing we can agree on, but yeah… she’s amazin’. I love her very much.” He spoke slow… slower than usual. As if he was trying to think of the smallest details about you. He stared at the floor while he talked, smoke practically coming out of his ears while he remembered all the things he loved about you. A cheesy smile erupted on his face, and you didn’t realize the cameras were pointed to you. You had just as big of a grin on your face. 

Harry looked over at you, and his face said it all. He was madly in love. With you. And that was all you needed.



“Well, Harry, congratulations to you two, I wish you the best!”

Harry wasn’t listening at this point. He was mesmerized by you. You think he fell more in love with you in that moment.

I had an idea recently for a pretty big project I’d like to undertake. Unsurprisingly enough, my first thought was “I can’t do this idea justice right now, I should wait a few years until I’m a better artist”. 

It took me a couple of days to realize how pathetic that was.

Life is too short to be putting ideas off, on the off-chance you could make something better out of them later. Not only that, but that idea is not going to wait for me. It will either leave and find someone else to nurture it, or I’m just going to forget about it.

I’ve always told myself that whatever I produce today is going to be technically worse than I what I produce tomorrow… But there’s always going to be a tomorrow. So do I just not create, until there are no tomorrows left? 

No.

I do the thing. I do the ugly thing. I do the overly ambitious thing. Maybe I do the failure thing. Because all of that is better than doing nothing. 

Breaking the Rules - part 8

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,439

Warnings: the usual

A/N: Happy birthday @marvel—fangirl ! Hope you had a great day :) this is unedited bc I’m exhausted 

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by thewintersadie

“Hello? Earth to Y/n! Are you still there?”

You snapped out of your musing and your two co-workers started to come into focus. Maria and Jarvis were standing next to you, both of them looked worried.

“You’ve been staring at the coffee pot for the past ten minutes,” Jarvis said as he put a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, she’s not okay. She’s sick,” Maria laughed. “She’s been bitten by the love bug!”

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ohsodraco  asked:

Hiii! Congrats on 6.4K followers:)!! If you have time could you maybe write a drabble about Draco running/working in a shop and Harry coming in to buy lots of things from him that he doesn't need because he has a huge crush? Thank youuu. Love your writing!:) 💜💜💜

Ah, thank you so much.  Sorry it took me a few days to get to this request.


When Draco hears the bell chime above the front door he doesn’t even need to look up to know who it is.  No one else comes into his shop this late.  Potter is the only person he knows who would have the audacity to come into a bookshop at half past ten.  Draco never mentions that before Potter started coming in he usually closed up shop by nine.  He doesn’t need to know that Draco stays open every day in the hopes that he might come in.

Draco purposely looks down at the ledger in front of him, dipping his quill into the ink bottle in front of him and doodling in the margins in an attempt to appear busier than he really is.

“Sorry to bother you so late,” Potter mumbles and Draco is glad he has plenty of experience hiding his emotions because the smile that threatens to break out across his face would be a bit embarrassing.

“Potter you always bother me this late and we both know you aren’t remotely sorry.”  When he looks up the other man is smiling at him.  There are few snowflakes still clinging to his hair and his face looks flushed as if he’s run from somewhere.  It’s only when Draco notices that Potter still has his Auror robes on that he realizes perhaps he has.  He looks exceedingly handsome and Draco is especially grateful that he’s standing behind the counter because every day that Potter comes into his shop tests his patience more and more.  He’s not sure how much longer he will be able to hold out before he does something that might be a bit foolish.

“I was…well that is…I was wondering if you might have a book for me.”

Draco snorts, setting the quill down and giving Potter a rather piercing look that makes Potter blush.  Draco likes when he does that, it makes him look younger, or perhaps more his age anyhow.  Draco thinks they probably both look a bit older than their twenty four years, but he likes the softness that crosses Potter’s face when he blushes or smiles.  He tries really hard not to think about it more than is appropriate.  “I always have what you’re looking for, Potter.”  

“Are you sure about that?” he asks, and if Draco didn’t know any better he would almost swear Potter’s tone was flirting.

“Potter, I managed to track down the original copy of The Tales of Beadle the Bard, the Egyptian manuscript on tomb enchments, that rare copy of of third century druid magic and spells, and even that out of print muggle cookbook you wanted.  Merlin only knows what you’re doing with such an odd collection of books but I have managed to find every single one you’ve asked for.  I’m quite positive I’ll be able to find this one, so go ahead, what is it.”

When Draco finally looks up from his rant he nearly jumps because Potter is standing directly in front of him.  He’s so surprised he wonders how he walked without meaning too until he realizes Potter must have climbed over the counter to get beside him.  The other man is so close Draco has to close his eyes, only opening them when Potter’s words ghost across his skin as visceral as if he’d actually touched him.

“I’m looking for this book you see, someone told me it was a good read.  It’s about this bloke who keeps going into this other blokes antique bookshop and buying books he doesn’t need to try and get his attention because he’s got an embarrassingly large crush on him and he isn’t sure how the other man feels.”

Draco wants to speak, really he does, but all that comes out is a squeak.

“Have you read it?” Potter asks, and Draco feels like his heart might actually explode out of his chest because Potter is so close he can see the smallest flecks of brown around the iris of Potter’s eyes, can see in excruciating detail the way it looks when Potter’s warm, pink tongue darts out to lick his lips.

“I..uh, I haven’t read that one.”

“Do you want to?”

It’s too much, Potter standing so close, looking at him with so much hope it nearly breaks him in half and Draco thinks fuck it, fuck self control and self preservation,fuck everything and especially fuck Harry fucking Potter.  And then its Potter who squeaks because Draco does what he’s wanted to do for months and slams him back against the wall, nearly devouring him, except Potter doesn’t seem to be complaining he just arches up against him, sliding his hands into Draco’s hair and making sounds that Draco quite honestly thinks should be illegal.

When they finally pull apart Draco is more than pleased to see that Potter looks utterly wrecked.  He coughs, rubbing his hand on his cheek and leaning forward until his forehead is pressed against Potter’s.

“On further reconsideration I think I might have that book you’re looking for…but it’s back at my flat.   You’d have to come home with me, if you want.”

Potter grins, looking like he’s caught the snitch, and slides his hand down Draco’s back to pull him closer.  “I definitely want.”