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you stood behind me; a beth greene & daryl dixon fanmix // [listen]
01. night in the draw - balmorhea // 02. bullets - emily wolfe // 03. you were a kindness - the national // 04. let me in - gabrielle aplin // 05. unarmed - mariah mcmanus // 06. dust to dust (acoustic) - the civil wars // 07. 10am gare du nord - keaton henson // 08. for the first time - matt wertz // 09. light - sleeping at last // 10. let it go - blue october // 11. was i for you? - night beds // 12. cold is the night - the oh hello’s // 13. where were you - sweet talk radio // 14. she lit a fire - lord huron
I don’t think you’re an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you. Your mother’s pretty interesting. And you really are an appallingly bad public speaker. And, um, you tend to let whatever’s in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences…But the thing is, um, what I’m trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um…in fact, perhaps despite appearances, I like you, very much.
son I think you are ready for the talk *opens harry potter and the philosopher stone book*
Imagine your OTP in the library, and Person A is completely bored, so they keep on tapping Person B. They keep on doing it and Person B finally gives in an asks them “What do you want?”, to which Person A responds with a kiss.
Belle ignores the pestering voice at her side, focused on the heavy textbook on the table before her.
A wad of paper hits against her arm. She grumbles under her breath, but says nothing.
"I need to borrow a pencil…" He sing songs.
She practically throws hers at him, hoping it would make him stop.
"Pssttt. Belle. Bookworm. Light of my life. Belle. Belle. Pssst."
"What?" She shrieks, earning her a shocked expression from the librarian and many ‘shh!’s from students around them. Her cheeks instantly flare up, and she winces, slouching down in her seat. She runs a hand over her face before lifting her blue gaze to meet her boyfriend’s.
"What do you want?" She sighs. "I get that you’re bored but you didn’t have to come with me, I told you I needed to study. If you won’t let me study, we can meet up la-"
He cuts her off with a kiss, his firm fingers gripping her chin and keeping her still. She makes a soft sound, fingers moving from her book to grip his shirt tightly.
His kisses make her toes curl. It seems so wrong to be kissing in the library, which was such a sacred place for her. In the past she had stuck up her nose at handsy couples making out hidden in the shelves. She might have even reported them. The library was meant for books and studying, not make out sessions.
Jefferson smirks into the kiss, and Belle grips his shirt tighter, tugging him forward. He draws it out as long as he can before they break free, a satisfied smile on his face from how flushed Belle’s cheeks were.
"That’s all." He hums, drawing his thumb along her lower lip. With a smile, he leans back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest. Her fingers hover in the air where he’d previously been, and she draws a ragged breath as she stares at him. He purses his lips and reaches a hand to tap her book. "You’d better study up, bookworm. You said so yourself, you’ve got a lot of work to do." He chuckles, voice low and soft.
Belle glances back at her books, and then back at Jefferson. His expression is far too cheeky. She should scold him, stomp on his boot with her new pair of heels, should gather her books and storm off.
Instead, she decides rules are meant to be broken sometimes. She closes her book with a thump, and then leans over, gripping his shirt and yanking his lips back to hers.