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[ibenology]

the average twitter vs tumblr community experience

[lybelulacony]

There's nothing wrong with it, i'm just ashamed💥

[titusdanforthslittlekitten]

he. is. HUGE. omfg.

crush me between those thighs.

[moodyabbott]

there she is

pope cody x reader | part two of the librarian | mdni

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pope wasn’t listening to a single word that deran and craig were saying.

not that it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for pope to partake in.

deran had been talking for the last ten minutes straight while they walked down the sidewalk near the beach. they had just gotten back from surfing, beers in a bag resting in their hands, sunglasses shoved up to mask the beaming california sun.

something about a guy he knew.

or maybe about the bar.

maybe about a guy who works at the bar.

pope honestly didn’t care.

because halfway past a small coffee shop on the corner, he glanced through the window and stopped in his tracks.

craig and deran took a few more steps before realizing. “what?” craig said, looking around them suspiciously.

pope didn’t answer.

he was staring inside.

and there she was.

sitting by the window with another girl across from her, sunlight pouring over her shoulders in a soft golden blanket. an iced coffee in her ring clad hand.

she was laughing.

really laughing.

her was head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut for a second like she’d forgotten anyone else around her.

god.

pope felt something shift violently in his chest like a mish—mosh of butterflies.

because he’d seen her smile before. those small friendly ones she’d give him when he’d walked in the library.

she looked so soft sitting there by the window that for a second she almost didn’t feel real.

darren followed his line of sight.

“…oh.”

pope stayed quiet.

“what?!” craig said said, voice louder.

inside the café, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear while listening to her friend talk, smiling as she sucked on the straw.

completely unaware she was being watched.

“that her?” deran asked carefully.

pope nodded once.

“who?” craig craned his neck to see where his brothers were looking.

deran looked back at the window. “damn.”

pope’s jaw tightened slightly. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“nothing,” deran said immediately. “just—”

he glanced at pope.

then back at her.

“she’s kinda the opposite of you, huh?”

crag threw his hands up in annoyance as his brothers continued to stand still.

pope didn’t answer.

because yeah.

she was.

she looked warm in every way he wasn’t. gentle. approachable. the kind of girl strangers probably asked for directions from.

and pope…

he looked like trouble standing still.

inside, her friend said something that made her laugh again, quieter this time. she ducked her head smiling as she took a bite of the lemon loaf she partnered with her latte. it was almost like she got embarrassed by how loud she’d been laughing.

pope couldn’t stop staring.

“you got it bad. whoever you’re looking at” craig piped.

“shut up.”

“nah, seriously.” craig grinned now. “you’re lookin’ through the window like a divorced dad seeing his family on christmas.”

pope shoved his shoulder roughly, but there wasn’t much heat behind it.

because the truth was that he’d never seen anything prettier than her when she forgot to be careful.

then suddenly, like she felt it somehow, her eyes lifted toward the window. straight to him.

pope froze for half a second as she looked surprised.

then her whole face softened instantly the second she recognized him like he was genuinely happy to see him.

she smiled. small at first, then bigger.

pope felt his heartbeat stumble like an idiot.

darren made a low sound beside him. “oh, you are done man.”

inside, she tilted her head slightly toward the door in a silent question.

are you coming in?

pope stared at her for a second before he glanced down at himself to double check his appearance. black t-shirt and shirts.

his instinct was immediate.

leave her alone.

don’t bring your mess into her soft little coffee shop world.

but then she smiled again. patient this time and waiting, like she genuinely wanted him to come inside.

deran nudged him hard enough to break the spiral. “if you don’t go in there i’m gonna do it for you.”

pope shot him a glare.

“and say what?”

deran blinked. “hi?”

“terrible idea.” craig said. “say, hey babe—”

“shut the hell up.” pope snapped making his brother chuckle.

“fucking, go inside man!” darren urged.

pope looked back through the window, his chest felt tight.

“fuck me,” he muttered.

his brothers both burst out laughing immediately as they watched pope shove open the coffee shop door.

[liinni]

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[tamakidoll]

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