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bvidzsoo · 9 months

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Love Me Like A Rockstar (3)

ー☆ Chapter 3: Itch

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

ー☆ Warning: use of the word "fuck" ー☆ Word count: 4.2k ー☆ Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au ー☆ Rating: sfw ー☆ Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone, here's my present for you all. Excuse me if this chapter is a little confusing, although I hope it isn't, I tried hard to put her feelings into words and describe it accordingly. The taglist is open, so let me know if you're interested. Please listen to the song in the playlist (Itch) before or while reading! Thank you and I hope you enjoy! Your feedback is always very much appreciated!

Taglist: @orshii @or5i @lovely-red2 @juicy-red @scarfac3 @sunaswifes-blog @voicesinmyhead-rc @teez-the-time

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『There's a rumbling

In my head

It's getting louder

Louder』

The weather hasn’t drastically improved nor gotten better even a little bit as the sky was grey and the wind blew harshly. Before my mother left for work she warned me to have an umbrella with myself today as it could start pouring at any given moment, and I listened to her. I swear to God that woman has some sort of supranatural sense as her predictions are always right. I didn’t have classes today, but I had to work on one of my assignment’s, and after realizing that if I were to stay at home I’d be laying in my bed all day, I dressed up in comfortable clothes and packed what I had to bring with myself before I headed to my university’s library.

The bus ride was quick as traffic has dispersed since the early hours of the morning, making it easier to get to my destination. After getting off the bus I headed to the closest coffee shop, knowing I would need some caffeine if I planned on not falling asleep at the library. It wouldn’t be the first time. Sometimes the quiet and warm ambience gets to me, and without meaning to, I fall asleep at the table instead of studying diligently. I didn’t plan on doing that today as I was nearing the deadline. I wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but I didn’t deal well with stress and it was currently eating me up as I ran over on my phone of the assignment’s requirements while I entered the main building of my university. It was buzzing with life as everyone was busy doing something and I nodded at the familiar faces before beelining it for the stairs, headed to the top floor. The main building was an old one and it was rather cold inside at all times, the library being the only one actually heated up enough that you wouldn’t freeze during the winter. I sighed in content as I pushed open the big doors, warmth seeping into my bones instantly. It wasn’t too cold outside, but I forgot to wear a jacket today, and the tank top and hoodie I was wearing over it wasn’t keeping me warm enough. The library was quiet and the ceiling lights were dim inside, desk lamps turned on by the students having to study. I walked past the front desk and greeted the librarian quietly, trying to ignore the disapproving look she threw at my coffee in hand. I wouldn’t be using any books; I just needed a desk and chair to be able to do my homework. So, before she could ask me to leave or throw away my coffee, I turned around and speedwalked down the main lobby, headed towards the next room where the large tables were placed in four rows. It was the study room, basically.

I sighed and took a sip of my coffee, looking around for a secluded spot, away from prying eyes, as I slowly walked down the middle aisle, appreciating the sweet taste of my Caramel Macchiato. Nobody really paid me any mind and I was glad as I didn’t feel like striking up a conversation with anyone. I spotted an empty seat to the left at a table where not many sat, and decided to claim it as mine as I turned left, going down another row of table and chairs. One student threw me a nasty look as my tote bag accidentally crashed against their arm and I gave them a cheeky smile before continuing to walk, not exactly sorry for disturbing them. I took another sip of my coffee as with my other hand I placed my phone back inside my back pocket, and noticed someone kind of familiar. My eyes narrowed as I continued walking towards them as they sat in the way of my claimed spot. I didn’t mean to stare, but I couldn’t tell straight away who it was as their head hung low and shoulders were slouched as they were writing in a notebook. He had headphones over his ears and was bobbing his head to the rhythm of the music, and as I got closer, my steps slightly faltered. I stopped mid-sip as I realized who it was. Mingi remained oblivious to my surprised face as I quickly snapped out of it and quickly took off, whizzing past him and the long table he sat at, adamant on ignoring him and finally reaching my own seat. He hadn’t noticed me, after all, so I didn’t think he was aware that I was here too. My mouth pulled into a grimace as the thought of being at the same place as Mingi was rather inconvenient right now, I wasn’t in the mood to face him today. I didn’t feel like arguing or bickering, and if he were to approach me, I knew it was inevitable. I sighed as I reached my seat and allowed my bag to fall onto the table, creating a light bang. Someone from the other end of the table glanced at me, but quickly went back to their work.

I placed my coffee on the table and sat in my chair, opening my tote bag. I quickly emptied the bag of its contents, grateful that I haven’t forgotten anything at home. I placed my big sketchbook in front of me as I organized the rest of my things on the table. My smaller pencil case was placed next to my coffee, where my right hand was. Then, the bigger pencil case which contained all sorts of pens and pencils, was placed in the middle, just above my sketchbook. I placed the hard cover sketchbook, my personal one in which I always draw and consider my journal, to my left where it wouldn’t bother me as I worked. I placed the book on color theory I have brought with myself on top of my sketchbook and opened it, flipping through the pages, searching for the one I was supposed to read before starting my assignment. We were supposed to make an abstract drawing using acrylics. I sighed as I found the page and realized I had to read five before starting to draw. Five weren’t many pages, but it felt like I didn’t have the mental capacity to read. Seems like the coffee hadn’t kicked in yet. But I had to do it, so, after taking another sip of my coffee, I placed my elbow on the table and after placing my cheek in my palm, I started reading with a loud sigh. My eyes ran over the words lazily only half paying attention to them as I felt my phone buzz in my jean’s back pocket. I was itching to check the message, but I knew I wouldn’t do any studying if I was to check my phone right now.

As I was reading the third page, I heard firm footsteps stomping in my direction, but I didn’t look up. I have finally somehow found the power to concentrate on my task, and besides, I was in a library, it was probably another student headed to sit at the table I was sat at. After all, I have chosen this table because it had few people who could bother me. However, I soon became aware that the approaching person stopped right across me, and as I looked up confused, my mouth involuntarily dropped a little. The chair was already pulled back and before I could even complain, Mingi’s lean body dropped into the chair as he pulled it closer to the table. His things were gathered in his arms and he very loudly dropped them onto the table, creating the other student at the table to glare in his direction. For a second, I found myself speechless as I stared at a very casual looking Mingi. His black hair was pushed back, his forehead on display for the first time, and his eyes had no makeup as he blinked at me through his black glasses. I had no idea Mingi wears glasses? It was resting rather low on his tall nose and I snapped out of my staring as a lazy smirk appeared on his cherry-red lips.

“What are you doing?!” I whispered furiously, eyebrows furrowing as I placed my book on the table. Mingi’s smirk turned into a small smile.

“Catching up on some homework, and you?” Mingi’s answer made my eyebrows furrow even more. Did he seriously think I was interested in whatever he was here for?

“No!” My voice almost raised, but I was able to control it, “Here. With me—why did you come sit here?! The other table seemed perfectly fine to me—”

“Ah, so you have seen me.” Mingi seemed pleased with himself as he fished his phone out from underneath the three notebooks he had dumped on the table, “I just didn’t feel like sitting alone. Is that a problem?”

I opened my mouth to fire back a ‘yes’ at him, but found myself hesitating instead. I didn’t exactly understand his motives. He was sitting by himself up until now, who knows since when, so what changed now? Why did he want to sit with me all of a sudden? He was definitely only here to bother me.

“We’re not friends.” I raised my eyebrows at Mingi, voice sharp, “And you seemed pretty fine by yourself.”

Mingi just sighed and organized his notebooks, pushing two away from himself as he opened the other one. He grabbed his headphones from around his neck, but he didn’t lift them to his ear yet.

“Is it such a crime that I want to sit at the same table with you?” The defeat in Mingi’s voice took me off guard, and I gulped, jaw clenching as I avoided his disappointed gaze. What was he disappointed about? It’s not like we were friends. Did I say something wrong? And why should I care if I have hurt his feelings? I was only voicing the truth.

“I sat here because I want to be alone.” I threw him a sharp glare and Mingi’s lips turned into a thin line as he slid down in his chair. He wore a loose black t-shirt which reached below his elbows, jacket discarded on the chair next to his. He wore grey sweatpants too; it was the most casual I have seen him. Compared to how he would usually dress, this look gave him an aura of someone who you are safe with and radiates comfort. It was unusual compared to the always cocky, witty, and smirking Mingi. I didn’t know where to put him, it felt like he was vulnerable right now, almost showing a side of his I haven’t met yet. Could this be the real Mingi? Before I could start dwelling on such thing, I shook my head and the thought out of my mind.

“I won’t bother you.” Mingi tried to coerce me and I just sighed loudly and long, letting him know he was an inconvenience to me right now as I aggressively closed my book and pushed it aside. I knew enough about colors already, and I wasn’t in the mood to read anymore thanks to Mingi, who threw me off my sudden burst of motivation. I threw Mingi one last disapproving look before looking down and opening my sketchbook. I pulled my smaller pencil case closer to myself and opened that as well as I fished around for the black acrylic.

『There's a shaking

In my bones

It's getting stronger

Stronger』

I willed myself to ignore Mingi as I started tracing lines with the acrylic, shutting out every noise which could bother me as I sucked my lower lip between my teeth, wondering what I was drawing. Usually when I had an assignment, I had an idea of what the drawing would be about, but right now, I had no idea what I was doing and it didn’t feel nice. It made me feel like I was losing control, like I wasn’t myself. I grabbed the burgundy acrylic and darkened the right corner of the paper, fingers feeling oily from the tool I was using. I tried finding something in the lines, a vision, something which could give me guidance, but it was simply a mess and it caused me to feel defeated as I grabbed another color mindlessly, having stopped paying attention to the color combination. The one and only thing I should have paid attention to. But the drawing looked like nothing and my hand was moving faster as I traced lines and made circles on the paper, creating an amalgam of colors. The top of the drawing was dark and heavy, it made me feel mad and desperate the longer I looked at it. Then, the lower half of the drawing had the lighter colors, colors which felt like there was something good in the world, something worth living for. But the middle of the drawing remained blank and my hand halted as I became stuck. What was I supposed to do? Was I to connect the two worlds of whirling emotions? Was I to leave it blank because there were no existent roads leading the two together?

『There's a hunger

In my heart

It's full of promise

Promise』

And then I looked up, eyebrows drawn together as I felt numbness creep up into my chest, not finding a way out. I have forgotten Mingi was here, with me. And as our eyes connected, I realized he was here. And he was watching me. Lips slightly parted, his eyes seemed to hold a sincerity I have never seen in anyone else before, his eyebrows slightly raised. Suddenly, I felt breathless as his deep gaze kept me locked in, as he silenced my thoughts. I didn’t understand the look on his face, or what his eyes were trying to tell me, but suddenly my heart started beating so fast that I dropped the acrylic I had in my hand and gasped. Why was Mingi here? What did he want? Eyes turning into a glare, I looked down and furiously dug around in my pencil case, looking for the grey acrylic. I didn’t mean to do it, many times I don’t mean to do what I do, but my hand came crashing down against the table and then I was scrabbling at the blank space, creating a big nothing. A void. I paused for a second thinking that I have ruined the drawing and now I would have to start over, which was the smartest thing to do, probably. But for some reason, in the mess of scribble, I saw lines. Lines looking like paths, which were made to connect the top half and the bottom half of the drawing. I grabbed the yellow and purple acrylic and started tracing those lines, shading over the grey void, everything blending together seamlessly. My lips parted as an incredulous breath left my lips, confused at everything I was feeling at the moment. I did usually let my emotions pour into my drawings, but this was new. This was intense and it hasn’t happened before. I didn’t even understand it myself as I felt myself smile a little bit, almost as if my body felt relief, almost as if my heart became less heavy.

『There's an itch

Under my skin

It's under my skin

Under my skin』

The flipping of a page snapped me back to reality and I was once again aware that I was in the library and—Mingi was sitting right across me. And as I looked up, all previous feelings disappeared as my eyes fell on what held Mingi’s attention. My sketchbook. The one which was like my journal. I gasped, loudly,

“Stop.” I didn’t mean for my voice to be so loud, but several students turned our way as Mingi’s hand froze midair. The page he was about to flip fell back, and he looked up slowly, “I never gave you permission to look through that.”

Mingi held my fierce gaze for a second before he hummed, acting nonchalant, acting as if he hadn’t looked through something which was personal, something which contained my feelings and thoughts as I always doodle a few words in the right bottom of the page.

“My bad, I didn’t think it was personal,” My jaw clenched and before I could say anything, Mingi continued, “You’re quite good, did you know? You’re talented.”

I scoffed and looked around in disbelief before my eyes fell back on Mingi. He was smirking, looking way too amused at my annoyance, “Of course I’m good, Mingi. I’m more than just good. I’m the founder of the Fine Arts club at our university, I’m supposed to be the best student.”

“And are you?” Mingi raised an eyebrow and it made my blood boil even more. He was able to make my mood change way too easily, it pissed me off.

“I am.” I whisper-snapped and Mingi hummed again, acting as if it wasn’t a big deal. It was. I could never lack. I always had to deliver, and constantly had to prove myself that I was the best. Everyone had high expectations of me, but perhaps, it was myself who set the bar so high that I sometimes felt like I was crumbling, “Give it back.”

I swiftly leaned over the table and went to snatch the sketchbook back from Mingi, but he clumsily grabbed it and pulled it towards himself, out of my reach. The page he wanted to flip when I caught him was accidentally flipped and we looked down at it at the same time. My eyes widened in mortification and my heart dropped to my stomach as Mingi stared at his own eyes in my sketchbook. It was the first drawing I have made of them, it was somewhat scribbled over, but it was painfully obvious whose eyes it was. Hoping that he hadn’t recognized his own eyes, I quickly snatched the sketchbook back and slammed it shut, feeling a slight burn in my cheeks. That wasn’t good, I shouldn’t be blushing. And my heart also needs to calm down, I can feel my pulse in my neck. I looked up at Mingi through my lashes only to see him already staring at me. He looked incredibly surprised and confused at the same time, it was as if I was looking at a puppy, before his expression formed into something more detestable.

“Who’s eyes are those?” He whisper-asked with a glint in his sharp eyes, resting his chin in his palm as his ring-clad fingers tapped against his cheek rhythmically. His reaction was better than the one I was expecting, I thought he had figured it out, I could lie my way out of this.

“Someone’s.” I answered as I closed my other sketchbook too, needing to flee. There goes my strong and convincing answer. I was crying on the inside, emotionless on the outside.

“Mine?” My body froze and I slowly raised my gaze to look at Mingi, who was smirking and slowly pushing up his glass on the bridge of his nose. My jaw clenched as my heart started beating faster.

『'Cause I just wanna feel something real

'Cause I just wanna feel something』

“No, Yunho’s.” The words were out of my mouth before I could think. My jaw clenched as I mentally cursed myself. What are the chances Mingi knows Yunho, though? And I haven’t said his family name, it could be anyone. I didn’t wait to see Mingi’s reaction as I quickly started packing away everything, cursing myself for leaving my acrylics laying around on the table everywhere. My muscles were tense under Mingi’s watchful eyes and I bit my lower lip as I was finally able to shove everything inside my tote bag, I had zero intentions of organizing them nicely inside. I was just about to stand up when Mingi’s quiet, deep, voice reached my ears.

“By any chance—are you talking about Jeong Yunho?” The breath was knocked out of my chest as I gaped at Mingi with wide eyes, thoughts whirling fast in my mind. Mingi knows Yunho? How does he know him? What were the chances? I’m fucked.

“Uh, yeah.” I answered quietly before clearing my throat, not expecting Mingi’s eyes to suddenly light up and mouth to pull into the biggest smile I have ever seen on him.

“How do you know him?” He whispered in excitement, leaning forward in his seat. I cleared my throat in discomfort, stalling my answer as I scoffed quietly, trying to look nonchalant with my answer.

“We were sort of friends during highschool.” I answered, my voice void of any emotion as Mingi looked surprised.

“Really?” Mingi muttered before his confused expression morphed into that of an excited one once again, “He’s my best friend. We’ve been friends since childhood, it’s a bit surprising he never mentioned you—or have I forgotten? Yunho was always popular, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he mentioned you and I forgot, because I always had to keep up with all the new names and people. He was quite the charmer during highschool, wasn’t he? Did you know he’s gone to a different city to study?”

“Uh,” I blinked, trying to digest all the new information and Mingi’s change of character. I’ve never seen him so alive before, so excited, and happy like right now. It made me want to blame it on Yunho. He made people feel like this. Whoever had the luck of knowing him would be forever charmed, webbed up by his bright and warm personality. He could make you feel like you were the most special person on Earth, like you were the center of his life. Yunho was a very rare to find person, one you had the luck to meet only once in your lifetime. And if you were lucky enough, perhaps he’d keep you around long enough. Mingi seemed to be that lucky guy as he continued beaming at me, waiting for my answer. But all I could do was focus on the bitter feeling swirling inside my stomach and the quiver of my lips. I wasn’t good enough to keep Yunho around. I lacked what Yunho liked in a person, and yet, here Mingi was, being the epitome of everything Yunho liked. My throat closed in on me at a very sudden realization, I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore, “Yeah, I did—I didn’t. I—I have to go.”

I didn’t wait to see Mingi’s reaction as I jumped out of my seat and grabbed the coffee mug, gripping it so hard I could’ve broken the carton. I had tunnel vision as I raced out of the library and down the marble stairs, breathing hard with tears in my eyes. I burst through the heavy doors of the main building and ran off, trying to find a somewhat secluded spot on the path as I doubled over, heaving for air.

Song Mingi. Jeong Yunho. I should have known. I should have realized so much sooner, I was such a fucking idiot. My lips quivered as all the memories came back: Yunho’s dashing smile and warm hand as we lay in each other’s arms, his voice low as he whispered about his day. Song Mingi’s name rolling off his tongue effortlessly, face content and eyes glazed over as he recounted everything about their day, about Mingi. He loved the warm breeze; he hated rainy days. He loved going out for walks, he hated staying cooped up in his room all day. He hated playing video games, yet he learned a few just for Yunho. He was allergic to pollen, but he bought his mother a bouquet of flower every Sunday. He was tall and lanky and insecure, so he started working out with Yunho. He hated his glasses because people thought he was a nerd, so he never wore them and his eyesight worsened. Song Mingi, who’s laughter was either silent or too loud, head always thrown back as his eyes turned into slits when he laughed. Song Mingi, who was insecure about his blemishes until Yunho called him the handsomest gal he’d ever seen. Song Mingi, who stopped painting his nails after he was bullied for it. And Mingi, who despite looking intimidating and cold was the sweetest and nicest person Yunho has ever met. There wasn’t a day when Yunho wouldn’t mention Mingi while we were dating, and the fact that Mingi couldn’t even remember if Yunho mentioned me or not, said a lot. It hurt. It felt like a knife was plunged deep inside my chest, twisting and ripping everything apart with its sharp blade. I am over Yunho; everything happened a long time ago. But it was proof, once again, that I have never been someone important in his life. He would never talk about me like he talked about Mingi. I would never mean the world to him…like Mingi meant to him.

『I just wanna love

I just wanna touch

I just wanna see

Something』

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emeraldsandamethyst · 1 year

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This isn't going anywhere. Too many possibilities for literally everything. So here have a scrap, working title: library problems

AN: idk what the library name that Babs works at is called so I made one up.

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Barbara Gordon was at work. Her day job of librarian at Gotham Library East, not her night job of Oracle, the nerve center of the entire bat clan. Someone Babs didn't recognize entered. They studied the collection of local class notices and other such things.

It was a solid ten minutes before they approached the counter and spoke up.

"Hi, Excuse me? I'm Danny." Danny said with an awkward little wave. His accent was Midwest. "I'm here for the rogue class? I think. Please tell me that's a thing and my neighbor didn't just make me look crazy. I couldn't find it on the notice board."

"Welcome to the Gotham Public Library East, Danny. And your neighbor wasn't yanking your chain. The Rogue Safety class is, indeed, a thing. And it's even today. Though not scheduled for another two hours." Barbara said with reassurance. She hadn't noticed this guy's arrival. Not necessarily alarming, she didn't stay hyper vigilant at work.

"Oh man, thank you Six B," Danny said, thanking his absent neighbor with a relieved sigh. He smiled, not showing any teeth. "That's fine. If I'm not stupid early then I'm stupid late. Besides, I need a library card anyways. And I'm pretty sure you can help me with that. I uh, haven't been in a not school library in a long time, so sorry if that's a thing I'm supposed to do on my phone or something. My phone is, uh," Danny showed her a positively archaic flip phone in explanation.

"You've definitely come to the right place, Danny." Barbara said.

One library card later and Danny was exploring the stacks. Barbara showed him where the science and astronomy section was and reassured Danny that yes, he could read the books in the library and no there wasn't any limit on how many he could read while he was here.

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The Rogue Safety class went well. Danny did, indeed, attend. Though he was late and embarrassed, having gotten caught up reading 'something really cool'.

Danny moved like he had training. Not the kind of training a civilian would get in self defense or low rank martial arts. He took the class seriously. Not everyone did. This class, or a similar class from elsewhere, was generally mandatory for positions with any kind of insurance. Not just health insurance for employees either. No one wanted to insure in Gotham. Most Gothamites didn't bother taking it, instead taking advantage of the rampant corruption to forge their proofs. If their place of employment didn't do that already.

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#dpxdc #my writing #emeraldsandamethyst #dc oracle #dc Barbara Gordon #dp danny fenton

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stargazedwinchester · 7 months

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Telephone | Sam Winchester #01

I actually wrote this 4 (yes 4) years ago, but I've been thinking about redoing it a little bit and republishing it, hopefully its a little better and everyone enjoys it!

I also have this on Wattpad, link here

Part 2 here

Your local library was quiet, yet soft, mumbled words came from all directions at any given time. It was a good quiet, though. So comfortable and calming. You browsed the fiction area looking for information on witches, their spells and origin. Your parents were outlining a mammoth-sized hunt at a rather large cabin in the deep forests of Connecticut.

You were new to this whole thing, but your parents had been hunting their whole lives, they knew letting you grow up in a world where you won't know whether your parents will come back from "work" alive or not was no life to live. As they were careful, they had many hunter friends who would go with one of your parents on a hunt, while the other can look after you without leaving you alone. At the age of 13, your parents asked you if you wanted to join them on your first hunt in Nashville. Of course, you agreed.

You found a witch mythology book in the fiction category, you slid it out of its slot, and managed to pick it up with one hand. You tossed the book a little higher so you could reach your right arm underneath it. It was a heavy book, almost the size of A3 paper. The spine of the book had silver embedded leaves, almost vine-like crawling up the side. The front held a cauldron with three witches gathering around it, the background a deep, crimson velvet red. The title read 'Witch Mythology: Spellbinds and Myths'. You were so captivated by the intricate detail of the book, when at the last minute, you noticed someone on the right, searching for a book. You jump and step back.

"Sorry. I almost bumped into you." You apologise, still remaining quiet. The guy turns around to face you, his grey, almost blue eyes glance into yours. He smiles and looks down at the floor, before returning his eyes back to yours. "It's okay, don't worry." He gives a reassuring smirk, and you smile back. "What are you looking for? I practically live here, so I know where everything is." You chuckle, attempting to not sound too nerdy, but it's true. You spent a lot of your free time here while your parents went away for a weekend or whenever you were bored. He purses his lips together and furrows his brows. "Something about demons, like demonic possession." He struggles to find his words, as if he's confused himself. You slide your book and balance it on one arm, while pointing at the shelf. "Right there." You say, and he nods. "Ah." He chuckles again, picking up the book. "Thank you. It's exactly what I was looking for." He says, scanning the book that you carried. "What's that you got there?"

"A book on witch mythology," You start, frantically trying to think of an excuse to not sound like you're either a weirdo, or a hunter. "It's for my history class I'm taking. It's a weird subject but I don't know, it kinda sounds interesting." You say, focusing your gaze upon his. "History? Where are you studying?" He questions, moving his stance onto his left leg. "Wichita State. Are you studying there too?" You ask him, and he shakes his head. "No, I'm at Stanford. I'm back here in Lawrence to visit family." He says, slowly walking backwards, ushering you to follow, and you comply.

You both sat down at a desk, opposite the bookshelves you were just chatting at. You scoot yourself into the desk, and feel yourself glancing at this tall, strange man as he does the same. "What's your name? I feel bad for not asking." He asks you, and you tell him. "Just Naomi?" he examines your face, as if to find an answer. "Naomi Grace Greaves." You tell him, and he smiles. "Well, nice to meet you Naomi Grace Greaves. I'm Sam William Winchester."

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Some time passes and you both agree to talk outside of the library, the main reason of this was due to the librarian having to get up out of her seat every 5 minutes to hush you both and point to the "NO TALKING" sign glued onto the bookshelf. You both go to the reception and apologise, while also getting the book stamped for return in 4 weeks’ time.

You both exited the library walking next to each other, crossing the road and planted yourselves onto a picnic table where you both could talk freely and as loud as you like. Sam is across from you, wearing a light blue flannel button-up with orange accents, with a white t-shirt underneath. 'The colours matched him well, you thought. It allowed his naturally tanned skin to show against the bright white, also bringing out the relucent Olympic blue in his eyes. You force yourself to look away before he's driven to think otherwise. "So, what do your parents do? You said you study at Stanford, which is great, but what did your parents do?" You ask, seeing the question almost burn into his skull. "I just want to get to know you better, that's all." You manage to make out, and he coughs. "My mom died before I was born, my older brother Dean was about 4 years old. I haven't seen my dad for a few months, though. He disappears from time to time. I guess it's from losing mom, he wants to be alone." Sam informs you, and you feel your heartbreak inside. You felt for this guy, even though you met him an hour ago, it already felt like you were best friends, despite even knowing anything other than names. "Oh, Sam, I'm so sorry." You empathise, leaning more towards him."I lost my sister in a car accident when I was 6. She was 14. Jasmine was her name... She ended up in a coma for 4 months and she eventually woke up while my father and I was there, and she kept repeating that she saw black eyes. Black eyes and smoke. She'd say; 'Nai, they had black eyes. Smoke inside of them, Nai. Oh my God, black eyes. It's so scary.' Then..." You stop, glaring down at the picnic table. "She'd pass out. We still don't know if it was due to her comatose or from shock or something. She died 2 weeks later." You sigh, Sam looks at you with bleakness in his eyes. "I'm sorry." Was all that he managed to say, and that was alright.

The pair of you sat there in silence for a few minutes, collecting your thoughts whilst unsure on what to say next. Sams ringtone broke the silence, and he quickly answered his phone. "Hey, Dean." He says, then covering the microphone. "Sorry, one sec." He says, removing himself from the table and walking 3 feet away from where you were. You grin at him, attempting to not listen in to his conversation. Was Dean his brother? Maybe father? You asked yourself, unclear on who Dean was.

"Are you serious?" He exclaims, furrowing his eyebrows. "Look, I'm with a friend, and I-" He motions his hand at you, then smirking. "Okay, Dean. Okay. Okay, okay, give me 10 minutes and I'll be back." He hangs up the phone and makes his way back to you. "Sorry again, it's my brother." He explains, and you nod. "Do you need to be elsewhere?" You try to not pry, while still attempting to get a straight answer. "Yeah, my brother needs me somewhere, so I need to go. What's your number?" He scrambles out of the seat again, and so do you. You pull out your flip phone and tell him your number. He enters the digits and sends a quick "It's Sam" text, before picking up his library book. "Sorry to cut this short but I'll text you when I'm next in town." He grins, walking away. "See you later, Sam." You almost yell, and he waves. "Goodbye, Naomi."

You pick up your mythology book and stare at your phone screen, you changed the 10 digit number to 'Sam W'. You smile to yourself, uncertain on what could unravel with Sam Winchester.

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Later on that night, you receive a call from Sam. Your heart felt like it warmed from seeing his name on your screen, and you press answer. "Hello Sammy." You giggle, thinking of the little nickname on the spot. "Ha ha, very original." He says, then chuckles. "What are you up to?" He asks you, and you softly view the contents in your room. "Nothing, why?" You sit up properly on your bed, one hand sandwiched between your thighs. "Just wanted to see if you were free to call, that's all." Sams' end of the call went silent, and you look up at the clock. 9:42PM. "Yeah, sure, I can talk."you smile, laying back down onto your bedsheets. "When will you be back in town?" You ask him, smiling to yourself. "Soon." He laughs, understanding that the word 'soon' could mean tomorrow, or in 6 months time. "Sam!" You exclaim, and he huffs playfully. "What? I said soon." He guffaws. "When is soon?" You ask again, hoping for a serious answer this time. "Maybe... two weeks?" He even questions himself, "I'm not sure. I go back to college on Friday. Then my brother wants me to go on a roadtrip with him on Saturday." He sighs, you hear him rub his face, the facial hair coming into contact with his hand. "Okay. I guess I can wait." You joke, and he laughs. "You miss me already?" Sam practically smiles through the phone, and you do too.

"Yeah. I do."

#supernatural #spn #supernatural imagines #spn imagines #dean winchester #sam winchester #sam winchester fanfic #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester x reader #supernatural imagine #supernatural series

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wolf-knights · 2 years

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When Everything Changed

Pairing: Spencer Reid x m!reader (ftm)

A/N: Well this is the Spencer fic, this is quite short as I wrote this on my way to the doctors office (scary trip) and I hope you all enjoy it :)

mentions: strong language(?), gay pining (?), slight hinting at soulmate au. DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE. FEM ALIGNED AND AGELESS BLOGS DONT INTERACT. If theres any warning i left out please let me know

-> do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated.

You woke up today feeling weird but you pushed those feelings away wanting to enjoy your last couple of days before going back to work, you had taken a break from working for the BAU and had spent time working in your books, you had taken a break because of some unfortunate events in your life but you push those thoughts away and get out of bed to get ready for your day.

You get in your car and head to your local coffee shop to have some breakfast as you looked at your phone for the books you wanted to get at the library, after having breakfast you head to the library with a soft smile on your face, it had been a while since you were there. Saying hi to the librarian before heading to the section of books you wanted, you grabbed the two books you needed but the third one wasto high fo you to reach making you sigh and curse your genes. You put the books in your hand down before moving the stool that was at the end of the section and pulls it to where you wanted it and move to grab the book only for someone else's hand to touch yours.

You looks at the person and you feel a little sting on your forearm but you don't put much mind to it, you smile as both of you pull your hands away "The Persian Boy, do you have interest in such books" you ask trying to diffuse the tension as the both of you stared at each other. "I usually don't go for books like these but a colleague of mine recommended it, what about you?" you look at him "I'm quite a fan of such books, I recently finished a similar book to it" he hands you the book "here you can read it first" you bite your lip "um I was thinking of buying it" he realizes what you meant but you continue "I don't usually lend people books but, I can buy it and then I can lend it to you to read" he smiles and nods "that would be nice um-if you want y-you can give me your phone number and I can message you when I get done with it" he says as he hands his phone to you, dialing in your number you hand him the phone "y/n, that's a nice name" he says before letting you know his name "Spencer"...

[timeskip]

The day was finally here, the day you go back to work, were you nervous? Definitely. You had called hotch to let him know that you were ready to be back, it was a surprise to him. He agreed to let you come back and here you were parking your car, you get out of the car and head in going directly to hotch's office as you feel eyes on you. You knock on his door and here the come in "y/n how are you?" he gets up and shakes your hand "I'm good, um how have you been?" you ask to which is reply was the usual 'I'm good'.

Leading you to the round table room where everyone was, at once you caught the eye of someone-Spencer, you both hold eye contact for what felt like a hot minute "you both know each other" you hear derek say as he let's a small smirk slip "w-we met at the library" Spencer says to which Derek and Emily (who had previously introduced herself) let out a sound of acknowledgement "oh he is the library boy huh" Spencer's turns red before hotch stops the other two.

After the introduction as you set up your desk that was infront of derek, Spencer walks up to you with a book in his hand "um y-y/n I just wanted to apologize for earlier and also wanted to give you this" he hands you the book "it's okay and, thank you. ah I hope you liked the book" "I did it was quite interesting not the genre I usually go for but now I will" you flip through the book to see he had written on some pages which brings a small smile on your face "I'm sorry-" you cut him off "it's okay I think I would quite enjoy reading your views on somethings" he smiles at you before nodding "um i-i don't know if you would be willing to or not but I was thinking we could go for some coffee later on the weekend if you would like to that is" "we definitely can"

{your pov}

I was in my room reading the book he had given back to me, smiling like a teenager every time i saw his messy but heart-warming handwritten notes. The day was spent with Spencer showing me around the new places that were installed after I had left, I felt at peace with him being near me, I didn't know why I smiled every time he would be close to me, or why my eyes searched for his every time I entered a room. Could it be...no no I can't go through such pain not again, I shake my head as I put the book aside and lay down trying to keep my mind off a certain someone...

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@it-is-your-boi-void

I hope you all enjoy it and I hope you all are having a great day/night ❤️

#spencer reid x ftm reader #spencer reid #male reader x spencer reid #spencer reid x male reader #wolf knights writes #criminal minds x male reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #soulmate au?

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dokuixote · 2 years

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[12:29] | 📓 librarian!wonwoo

“Hey, thought you might like this too. :)”

a boyish handwriting scribbled in a yellow sticky note is taped at a book placed on your favorite spot at the library. again.

it’s the fourth time this month, you recall as you carefully fold the note and store it safely on your pocket. “I think you’ll have fun reading this. :)” “Try this. :)” “This is my favorite author. I think this book is up your alley. :)” you now have a growing collection of book recommendations lacking a name of the sender but always with a signatory in a form of a smiley face.

‘The Miracles of the Namiya General Store’ the cover reads. you scan the room for any sign of the mysterious sender, but to no surprise, everyone within your eyesight is too occupied to care hunched over their papers, books, and laptops. you also flip through the last page and scan the borrower history of the book only to find it empty.

you sadly sigh, wondering when you can meet this person to talk about the story and personally thank them for recommending books you have been genuinely enjoying reading for the past weeks. nameless and faceless, how are you supposed to say that you kept all the sticky notes of annotations in a clear jar at your desk back at home because it makes you smile when you catch a glimpse of it?

defeated albeit eager for a new read, you walk back to the librarian’s desk to officially borrow the book and consume it in the comforts of your own home.

“you again? i’m surprised there are still books here left for you to borrow.” wonwoo teasingly chuckles when he sees you approach with a book and your worn library card at hand.

“oh don’t you worry, i won’t steal your biggest geek world-title.” you roll your eyes at the librarian-turned-friend which earned a laugh from him. from the numerous small talks you had with wonwoo, you discovered he’s few years your senior, likes (and is alike) a cat, prefers mystery over coming-of-age, and he’s on duty during tuesdays, thursdays, and saturdays because he attends classes during the rest of the week and sundays are reserved for campaign mode in his newly-installed RPG.

“hmm, interesting choice.” wonwoo comments while he flips through the book for information.

“you read it? is it good? oh and have you noticed anyone hanging out at my spot recently?” you fire away questions, subtly keen on discovering any clue on who’s been leaving books for you.

wonwoo looks up at you and raises his brows at your flushing cheeks and almost sparkling eyes. he puts his fingers up, “1, yes, i have read it. 2, yes it is good. i liked it. and 3, no, i haven’t seen anyone in your so-called spot which, by the way, isn’t just reserved for you even though you’re our secret-favorite customer. why are you asking?”

“nothing, just curious is all.” you clear your throat and pretentiously say with nonchalance, hiding the disappointment from thinking this is the day you finally have somewhere to start on finding your incognito friend.

wonwoo, knowing better, only gives you a pointed look.

“okay fine, it’s just someone’s been leaving all these books for me and i love every single one of it and i appreciate it and i just,” you explain and mumble, “i want to at least take them out for a coffee or something.”

“oh, then i’ll let you know if i notice something.” wonwoo bites back a smile and hands you the book now permitted to leave the premises of the local library. “hope you’ll like it as much as i did.”

you nod and thank him. “alright, i’ll get going now and trust your word. see you in 3 days! don’t miss me too much, wonwoo!” you jest as you exit.

wonwoo quietly laughs and shakes his head at how goofy you looked while giving him a salute through the glass door. once you were beyond his sight, he goes back to his desk and gets ‘Dollar Good Dream Department Store’. he reaches for a nearby yellow sticky note and writes, “Give this a try. :) <3”

maybe he’d give this book in a coffee shop soon.

#wonwoo x reader #✍️.seventeen #💭 wonwoo #seventeen #jeon wonwoo #svt x reader #wonwoo x y/n #svt drabbles #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #jeon wonwoo x reader

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syn4k · 1 year

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thank you whoever you are for enabling me on this btw you have saved my life

(if you read through this review and decide that you wanna check this series out or buy it, the link to the official website is here!)

OKAY

The Wingfeather Saga is a four-book fantasy series by Andrew Peterson. Despite being a series written and aimed towards children, it also deals with serious themes in a way that doesn't trivialize them or shove them to the side.

Do you like dragons? This series has dragons. Do you like themes of healing and dealing with some pretty heavy shit but healing nonetheless? This series has that too. Do you like hella good worldbuilding and a solid plot that is richly detailed and makes sense, but isn't muddled or confused? Like hell you do! Do you like actually decent representation in your works? You're never gonna guess what this has! That's right! It's got it all, baby.

This book has next to no romance in it, and all of the major relationships that it focuses on are platonic. But what even is in it in the first place?

The story is centered around a small family living in a small town. Their surname is Igiby, and they lead as quiet a life as one can whilst being occupied entirely by what's essentially a fully armed army. More on that later.

The members of this family are:

Nia, mother

Podo, grandfather

Janner, eldest sibling (12 when the series starts, 15 when it ends)

Tink (Kalmar) (11 when the series starts, ~14 when it ends)

Leeli (8 when the series starts, ~11 when it ends)

Now, the world these people inhabit is called Aerwiar. In it reside half-lizard creatures called Fangs, which have been making the lives of the people living on the content Skree horrible for years. The Fangs are under the command of Gnag the Nameless, the whole villain behind the whole thing, although we don't really figure out why he is like he is until the fourth book.

Through a series of events, things happen and this family alongside a few other characters go places and eventually have to run from their home.

What other characters? I'm glad you asked!

Peet the Sock Man (that's not his real name, it's later revealed to be Artham- again. lore. i'll explain later), the local village "crazy man" who lives in a huge treehouse in the woods and is actually related to the Igibys.

Oskar Reteep, the local librarian who runs a small bookstore called Books and Crannies. It's an odd place, but as a family friend of Nia and Podo's, he ends up going with them when they have to flee to their home.

Now, here's the thing. I mentioned representation earlier, right? Here's the cool thing. I wasn't kidding. This shit's fuckin' awesome. Let me explain.

Leeli, the aforementioned youngest sibling, has had a lame leg for as long as she can remember. She walks with crutches, and it's just regarded as a casually natural thing. She can keep up with her brothers just fine, but they also know that if she needs help, she'll ask for it. (This is literally said in plain text like, 6 pages in.) Even though she needs additional help from her family sometimes, they're also very respectful about it and stand up for her where they can!

Podo, the grandfather, was a sailor once and has a wooden leg. His original one was eaten by a dragon. He gets around just fine with this, and makes a lot of casual jokes about it as well.

"But Amys!" you say. "Why's it called the wingfeather saga if there's no mentions of wingfeathers in it at all??"

Allow me to elaborate.

The Shining Isle of Anneira was a kingdom that got totally and utterly destroyed about ten years ago by Gnag the Nameless for reasons that are elaborated on later about halfway through book four. It's revealed at the end of Book One that Nia used her maiden name of Igiby when she and her family fled to keep them all safe, but her husband's name was Wingfeather, so basically everyone's last name is Wingfeather. Yeah.

Where's the husband? Oh, he's dead. (Or is he?)

See, during the attack on the castle way back then, he just straight up dissapeared amongst the fire and the ashes. Everyone has long since made their peace with his death, or something close to death. Except for Artham, a.k.a Peet the Sock Man.

Artham, as it turns out, is heavily implied to have some heavy trauma/PTSD for [waves hand vaguely] lore reasons. I can't explain this perfectly, I'm trying so hard to not spoil anything because the best thing to do would just be to read it. Anyways, here's the incredible thing- at one point, he DOES face his fears and get through a large part of his trauma. Even then, though, he has recessions sometimes due to triggers! Healing isn't linear, and in fact he still struggles with his past throughout the entire series!! How fucking amazing is that! god i love artham he's one of my favorite characters in this entire goddamn series

Uhhhh let's see here *flips through notes* what else is there this is my second time writing this goddamn post (thanks Tumblr) oh yeah! There's uhhhh nonhuman transformations there's seriously good worldbuilding and lore and explanations for things there's some serious advice on how to persevere through difficult things there's a focus on the good in the world despite the evil within, there's really silly but still genuinely touching poems, there's a bittersweet ending that's still incredibly satisfying and zero plot holes that I have found, and best of all the art in jt SLAPS.

Oh yeah I forgot to mention. There is some SICK ASS ART in this series, both on the covers and in the pages of the books themselves. I can't find a good source for any of that so you'll just have to take my word for it but trust me it fucking SLAPS.

anyways i'm trying to not spoil anything so that you can go into this yourself because this series is chock full of detail and completely rewired some core bits of our brain. i promise uou will not regtet it i habe been going insane over this for years OLEASE AT LEAST TRY TO GET THENFIRST BOOK IF YOU CAN

thank you for coming to my ted talk, fuck you tumblr for deleting my first draft, and please for the love of god just give it a try

#amys' tag #wingfeather saga #answered #i am very autistic about this and for good reason #i promise it all makes complete sense once you read it

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ciaossu-imagines · 7 months

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hey, it's nix! thanks for this wonderful event! for day 20, can you do number 30 from prompt 11? ⋆｡ʚ🍓ɞ˚

also, while i’m at it, i just wanna chat for a bit. i did mention to you before about being shy when it comes to public performances, but yesterday, i was assigned to work at a psychiatric institution for our related learning experience as a student nurse, and a patient & i bonded over our love for “don’t look back in anger” by oasis. she had asked me to play it on the piano in the main hall, and we ended up singing together. surprisingly, everyone, even other patients, joined in listening. i’m not sure how i feel about my clinical instructor and classmates discovering my musical ability 😂 (because i initially wanted keep a low profile and stay out of the spotlight), but playing for that patient helped me get more comfortable performing. now, every time i listen to that song, i think of her. it’s a small step, but i’m hoping to improve even more. i just know that sho-chan would be proud! haha

Hey Nix! It’s so nice to hear from you (especially since I needed to reach out to you anyway about an ask you sent in, just to clarify I don’t keep anyone’s match-up send in after it’s done, so I would really appreciate you resending that in, please and thank you!!) But onto the ask! I’m so, so glad that you and the others seemed to enjoy the event this time! The response I got for asks was amazing and it makes me really happy! Also, I loved hearing about your experience at the learning experience! You are right, Sho-chan would be so very, very proud of you! Heck, I (and I am sure the other readers) are very proud of you too! That’s an amazing thing you did, both overcoming a slight fear of public performances and making that patient’s day, as I am sure you did. Just as you think about her now listening to the song, I’m sure she’s always going to remember you when she hears the song now. As someone else who doesn’t really like to draw attention to themselves, I personally find what you did very inspiring 😊 Anyway, I’ll move onto answering the question you asked and again, thank you for sending in a question and for sharing such a lovely experience with me and the other readers!

What is your favourite thing to do?

As with everything else, I really do struggle to pick favourites. It’s hard to say ‘this one thing is better than anything else’ for me, because there’s so many things that bring me joy. Some of the things that really make me happy doing them are:

Of course, writing ranks pretty high up on this list. It’s therapeutic and fun to get out of my life for a bit and fall into characters and other worlds and on top of that, because of the nature of this particular blog, there’s a really pleasant social aspect to it that helps me feel like I’ve found my people, even if just online.

The library is my safe place and I visit it at least once a week. I love just browsing the stacks, taking the time to pick my ten books for the month, as well as talking and catching up with the librarian’s and their lives, plus any cool events the library is hosting in the upcoming weeks. On top of that, my library is really cool in that they do up mystery bags they sell where you get several used books in a particular genre, and I treat myself to one of those and some discounted coffee from a local coffee company when I go! I also love reading manga and books I already own. Again, falling into another world for a little bit – it’s the most wonderful escape.

I love crafting. I do diamond art and I sew, embroider, and cross-stitch. I recently got news that a friend is pregnant, so I’m working on a cross-stitched baby blanket top that I’ll quilt up for the couple and I enjoy zoning out and doing it.

I’m a house (architecture and interior design) nerd, I admit it. I love looking at the online listings and I have a couple of dorky friends who get together with me and we go to open houses within an hour or two of us. It’s fun to scope out houses and we have fun discussing how we’d change, fix up, and decorate the places after we act like nosey Nellies.

I also love getting outside. I’m a pretty big hiker and throwing on some music or a podcast and even just getting out for a couple hours on the nature trails is lovely.

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hwy95eh · 8 months

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FROM THE LOCAL SOCIALS: "February is Love Your Library month at Cranbrook Public Library!" says Ursula Brigl, Chief Librarian. "There exists a place where people can go to satisfy their curiosity, connect with others, work or study, access online services, learn a new skill, take a break from a hectic day, and even find a book to read or film to watch. It is a place that welcomes everyone, from all walks of life. That place is the library. Thank you to all our patrons who shared what they love the most about the library."

The Cranbrook Public Library reaches out to support the needs and aspirations of everyone in our community by promoting literacy and providing access to the world’s information, ideas and culture through a diverse range of services in a welcoming, respectful environment since 1925. Open Monday to Thursday 10 am to 5pm and Friday to Sunday 10 am to 5 pm — visit CPL's website for more reasons to love!

#locally sourced links #cranbrook bc #mountownlife #hwy95eh #kootenays #library #libraries #Love Your Library #Cranbrook Public Library

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vulcannic · 3 years

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what's it like working in a library? i took one of those career tests recently and it recommended being a librarian as one of the options :0 i think it would be interesting, but i don't really know what goes into the job

hmmm so i never went to school for library science, i never actually went to college as of yet tbh! so for schooling i can’t really tell you anything except for most of the librarians i’ve worked with said it can be pretty boring at times lol (and some libraries have restrictions on how many people with a MLIS can be hired so idk it can be complicated lmao)

i also never worked the desk!! i started out as a page when i was in high school, which i loooved being a page! i loved putting books away, shelf reading, putting books on display, cleaning cds/dvds, repairing books! oh man i looooved it! plus you know the collection better than anyone else in the library! though it can be tough on the muscles and bones

a few years later i moved up and started working in our cataloging and processing department! if you never want to deal with the public, this is the dept. to go for! it’s a lot of detail work, and there’s always a project or something to do, but you get to turn ordinary books into library books which i always found magical! i really really enjoyed this job because i never ever ever wanted to work the desk/deal with the public lmao

as for the average librarian job, it’s like any other customer service job plus some! you really do have to have a passion for helping the community because so many different people use the library. most of our regulars pre covid were people who were homeless or elderly who needed a place of comfort and have someone just to talk to them. on top of helping the public, you’re also planning programs, hosting said programs, researching and ordering new books for the collection, BUDGETS, weeding, processing holds, and so many other little things! a lot of people think being a librarian is just sitting around reading all day but i don’t think i’ve ever met a librarian who’s ever had the time to read on the job, unless it was for a book club they were hosting lmao. it’s a very busy job for the most part. you do have to run around scolding people frequently because the weirdest shit happens in libraries! i could write a book about all the weird shit!

being a librarian is a lot of hard work, but the people you meet and work with is the reward! idk this has been my experience, but all libraries are different! not to be corny but librarians truly are super heroes!! i’m sorry this wasn’t much help and more of me just rambling! also another nice perk is that you get to take keep books that are discarded from the collection!

#this was really long and didn’t really make sense so i’m sorry!#i actually don’t work at a library anymore since i moved in october :(#i do miss it #and oh my god there was ALWAYs juicy drama #i was never a part of it but especially working in cat/processing where all the staff came to vent #me and my two other coworkers in that department got all the tea it was great #if you have anymore specific questions lmk i’ll try to answer them!!#anon #ask #everyone reading this: GO THANK YOUR LOCAL LIBRARIAN!!!

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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years

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Searching For Inspiration

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A/N: Ah, first time writing Eddie Munson. Might be OOC? I have no idea. I’m just exhausted and winging it. I kind of gave up on this near the end. Sigh, idk. my mojo is vanishing.

Special thanks to the @wint3r-h3art who helped my brain do things to make words for this

Pairings/Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: Eddie being a goofy goober, swears; crack, fluff, drabble, mess? idfk

Summary: Eddie needs inspiration as the Dungeon Master, and he finds himself in your domain to find it.

Eddie Munson couldn’t fight this feeling anymore. He had hit a dry spell, so to speak, and he needed something to really get his creative juices flowing. It was going to be his final campaign at Hawkins High, the culmination of all of his years of work, and he really needed to make sure everything was to his standard of perfect. However, he just couldn’t quite figure out what was missing.

Eddie found himself at the local library in Hawkins in search of inspiration. If he couldn’t figure it out, which was insane given his own amount of creativity he harbored, then he was going to look to some of the greats.

He threw open the library doors with a loud bang, disturbing everyone and prompting the librarian to hit him with a glare and a shushing sound that made his skin crawl. He shot her a toothy smile, bowed his head apologetically, and let the doors fall to a close behind him. Eddie clasped his hands behind his back as he walked down the aisles, peering over people’s shoulders to see what they were reading.

Then, he’d stop and stand in a corner or in an aisle somewhere, one arm draped across his front, the other resting over it with his fingers on his chin as he studied people. Perhaps people could give him the inspiration he needed if he couldn’t find it in a book.

No. No, of course not. What was he thinking? They were all too ‘normal’ here, so average and boring and nothing remarkable in the slightest. This meant that there was only one thing left to do, he really, truly needed to hit the books.

He went through the aisles without a care. He picked up a book, skimmed it, deemed it to be unworthy of the power of his campaign, and would haphazardly toss it over his shoulder. Sometimes it landed on a cart of books, a nearby table, on the floor, or, rarely, it even made it back onto the shelf, just in the wrong place, backwards ,or possibly just laying open against it. He went through the aisles without any regard for the books as his main focus was the sanctity of his campaign.

This left one unfortunate library employee to happen upon his mess, but have no idea what was causing it.

You were baffled. You had just swept the aisles. Sure, a few loose ones here and there, but, otherwise, things were perfect. How, in the time it went for you to take a quick snack break, did things suddenly become so chaotic? All your hard work was falling apart within seconds, and now you were racing around the library trying to find the culprit.

You could hear humming, what had to have been a rock ballad, and the sound of pages being flipped through rapidly. You rounded the corner and found your misery. There were books on the floor, on top of the shelves. It looked like a hurricane hit. You stopped for a moment to see what was happening, and you could see a tall, young man with a curly mane of hair to make a lion envious. He was leaning on his side against a bookshelf, flipping through a few pages of Christine before chucking the book on another shelf.

It burned you.

Huffing and puffing, you picked up every book he had tossed and placed them onto your cart as you charged towards him. He was utterly oblivious as another book went sailing over the aisle, the waist of his jacket flailing out behind him as he continued to sashay down the aisle.

The only thing that truly alerted him to another presence was the sound of wheels turning rapidly and headed right in his direction. He spun around dramatically, and was immediately caught like a deer in headlights. His soft, sweet eyes illuminated and grew big as he saw you storming towards him, an enraged look on your face that he swore showed actual fire burning in your eyes. He smiled brightly as the cart screeched to a halt next to him and you stood tall in front of him, one hand on your waist, the other clutching the handle of the cart until the knuckles were screaming against your skin.

“M’lady—“

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You hissed, yelling, funny enough, in a sort of whisper as you glared at him.

“Huh?”

“Were you raised in a barn?” you cocked your head to the side. “I mean, really. Do you even know where you are?”

“Last I checked, this was the Hawkins Town Library, so — “

“Oh, good, you know something!” you whispered harshly. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Staring at a really, really pretty and angry chick,” he beamed. “You’re very pretty when you’re all angry and stuff.”

You had opened your mouth, ready to insult him no matter what he had said. However, when you heard him say you were pretty, your mouth shut and your cheeks burned hotly as his words replayed in your head a dozen times over in a matter of seconds.

Using this to his advantage, he took one large step towards you and stuck out his hand, “Eddie Munson, m’lady.”

“I know who you are,” you muttered, sticking your hand out to him. “Y/N L/N.”

He leaned forward and kissed the top of your hand before standing up straight again, the grin never leaving his face as he watched your eyes widen and you raise your other hand to rest against your cheek to feel if it was actually burning as much as you thought it was. “It is truly my pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

You blinked a few times before remembering what your mission was after you caught sight of a book on the floor. You huffed and yanked your hand away to rest on your hip once again, your eyes quickly scanning the other books in disarray before pointing them at Eddie, “Why are you tossing books around the library? This is a library not some baseball field or something! The books should be treated with respect.”

He looked around and it seemed like he finally saw what exactly he had been doing this entire time. His mouth fell open slightly before it settled in a straight line, bearing all his teeth to you as he slowly turned back to face you after seeing the damage. “I’m sorry. I did not realize I did that.”

“Are you serious?”

“I was just looking for a little inspiration for my campaign. See, I run the Dungeons and Dragons club, it’s a — “

“I know what it is,” you sighed.

He beamed, “That is seriously very attractive. Anyway, I run the club. I’m the dungeon master, and I need to make my next session absolutely amazing. I’m just looking for that special something to make this side-quest episode really ,really memorable.”

“Oh, well, maybe you can make it an episode about cleaning up after themselves and respecting public property,” you quipped as you pushed the cart past him and went to clean up the rest of the books. “All good stories have a lesson in there somewhere.”

“Uh-huh,” he trailed off as he fell against the bookshelf and watched you storm away from him. He sighed dreamily, hands coming up to clutch his heart as he watched you round the corner and disappear. Suddenly, he gasped and clutched the bookshelves next to him in dramatic fashion. “I’ve got it. They’re going to save the beautiful, fiery princess who spends her entire days in books reading and writing stories in a cavern — no, a stone castle filled from floor to ceiling with treasured books. She’ll have unbridled rage and fury and be so, so, sooo hot.”

Eddie sighed happily to himself, content with his conclusion. “Yes. They’ll save her from the evil dragon — no, the evil sorcerer who wants to sacrifice her to Vecna. YES! That’s it! And she’ll be all mine and say I’m her hero and — I mean, uh…”he cleared his throat and scratched is head. “I’m not in the campaign. Right. I’m just gonna go home now…”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things campaign #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #hawkins #stranger things oneshot #eddie munson oneshot

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nohoney · 2 years

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HONEY, HAWKS CRUMBS PLZ IM ON MY KNEES FOR YOU _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

hawks crumbs you will get dear anon :)

words: 2k

warnings: none really, just some slight spice

Despite being born in the wintertime, Keigo is a man that truly shines in the summer. Every summer since he was nineteen, he’d fill his summer with a list of events and places that he had planned and saved up for like going camping or music festivals or just a simple road trip by himself. He lives for these kinds of experiences and always has stories to tell when summer eventually cools down to autumn.

“So what’s the plan this summer Keigo? You going to that music carnival? I saw the lineup for the artists, it looks like it’ll be even better than last year.”

It’s expected that he has his answer prepared but it’s surprising when he says, “Nah, no plans this year.”

“What? Really?”

Yes, really.

Breaking his four year summer streak, Keigo is actually staying put in the town for the summer. It’s an unusual occurrence because everyone is used to having a difficult time catching him around when it’s summer, he’s always had plans and is ready to be on the go, and then he’s gone just as fast. Some people think that he doesn’t have the means to travel this year and others just shrug it off and say that it’s fine to have a summer doing nothing, there will always be a next summer for him to have his adventures.

“So then what are you going to do?”

“The library seems like a nice place, I’d like to actually try to read more this summer.”

Going to the library was his crazy summer plan?

A lot of people would say that’s lame in comparison to what Keigo’s roster of activities is usually filled with. But the library of all places and not even the skatepark?

“Alright man… you have fun with that.”

A library isn’t a horrible place to be, Keigo’s never once looked down on the building, he likes the architecture of it and likes the quiet pond that was built behind it. But what makes it so appealing this time around is the cute librarian assistant that was hired just two months prior. He caught eyes on you when he was taking a leisurely stroll in the morning one spring day and happened to see you get out of your car, double checking to make sure you had everything needed before locking your car and heading inside the building.

You were a cute girl, a pretty thing that guys would look twice at when walking down the street.

That walk he was on didn’t really have an ending destination that he needed to get to so Keigo took a turn from his directionless stroll and walked in just a minute after you.

After about an hour, he was registered with a library card that you helped him with and he got your name.

Books are available to buy in stores or online, they can be bought for super cheap at a thrift store if the quality of the book isn’t too worn or mangled. Hell, if Keigo wants to read he can just pull up his phone and read up any article that’s recently published whether it be the news, celebrity gossip, or even the script to the newest Ted talk.

All these options that are available, but choosing them means missing out on seeing you.

He walks with a cardboard tray with two drinks inside and a little paper bag with a pastry in it, a warmed blueberry muffin, careful with his purchase as he opens the doors to the library and makes his way to the front desk. “Mornin’ Miss Assistant!” he greets cheerfully and with a smile that the girls would kill to have aimed at them. “Got your iced green tea lemonade with two pumps of classic syrup and your muffin.”

“Ah thanks Keigo, I really appreciate it.” you say as you push a five dollar bill on the countertop for him to take.

The first time he offered to buy you a drink from the local coffee shop, of course Keigo insisted that you not owe him anything. You were pushy however and insisted that you pay him back for these things, firm in your conviction that you pay him for what he spent on you. He partly thinks it’s so that there’s still a wall of formality between the two of you, but you also don’t say no to when he offers what you would like for him to get for the beginning of your shift.

Keigo’s still trying to gauge what the two of you are.

He’s not the only regular that comes by the library, he’s seen you greet other patrons with a formal familiarity and always keeping a respectful distance if you’re not behind the desk, here to do your job and nothing more than that. You have familiarized the layout of the library, both top and bottom floor, knowing easily where to navigate to history or architecture or biographies or whatever else someone is searching for. It’s not a crazy job and you’re only just a part time assistant, working enough hours to pay for your own room in a house that you share with other girls in a similar age group.

Back when Keigo was younger, librarians wore big glasses and button ups with stiff collars and ugly cardigans. Just as in today’s world it’s becoming more acceptable to accept more casual but work appropriate wear, the library dress code must have also relaxed a little as well. Keigo doesn’t ever remember librarians being able to wear sundresses with a teasing little thigh slit but you get to wear them while you sit behind the desk. Your dresses aren’t too teasing, they are still an appropriate length for work and the necklines are never too low, they just teeter on that precipice acceptable though he does note that you wear cardigans over the ones with thin straps or hiding the off shoulder sleeves.

You are always sure to keep your shoulders presentable and appropriate when you toe that line with certain little numbers.

When Keigo does visit the library, he does actually sit and lounge with a book because if he’s going to be there then he might as well. He plays it cool but he glances up whenever he knows that you’re nearby, sometimes walking with someone in tow so you can lead to where a certain section is or you’ve got the squeaking metal cart full of returned books that you have to set up on the shelves again. He spends part of his free time at your work but you’re only here because you were hired by the staff.

“So Miss Assistant, recommend to me your most boring book.” Keigo says to you when he returns two books that he checked out just two weeks ago. “Give me one that you would rather use as a pillow than read three chapters into it.”

You giggle and look up in thought before answering, “How about a book about media ecology? It was written in the 1980s and the author asserts that in the future technophiles will not see the downside of technology as it advances. Does that sound boring enough for you?”

“Very. Tell me its dewey decimal.”

Keigo likes to think that he’s not being too flirtatious but others have told him differently, that he’s just naturally charismatic and he comes off that way anyway. So he’s been careful with how he drops little lines here and there when he speaks to you, friendly enough that it doesn’t cause any alarms to ring and you can disengage at any point.

And that is the subtle art of flirting that people tend to forget, it’s all about whether or not the other party will either disengage or escalate the interaction. He waits patiently for what direction you’ll take because while he enjoys talks about books and small talk of ‘how was your weekend’ or ‘do anything special?’, Keigo just really wants to fuck you.

He doesn’t mind taking you out on a date to the drive in or maybe take a walk in the park, he does think that would be really enjoyable, but he’d like even more if he could get his head in between your legs before he slid his cock into your pussy.

Keigo’s body tingles when he imagines kissing your sticky gloss off your lips, wondering what flavor it would taste like. Sometimes his face gets a bit flushed when he accidentally catches you bent over and fixing a buckle to your sandals. He fists his cock in his hand at night when he thinks about pulling you back by your hips to put his cock into you with your panties pulled to the side and he would whisper in your ear, “It’s a library, keep your voice down.”

As adventurous his previous summers have been, Keigo wants more than anything to have the pretty librarian assistant lie down with him in his bed on these precious summer days. He can imagine eating ice cream together with you and licking sticky vanilla off one another’s fingers, he wants water gun fights that will have you squealing in surprise with cold but refreshing water, he wants to help you pick out summer dresses and jean shorts, and he thinks it’d be fun to make icy and super boozy cocktails so that you can get a little buzzed.

But before any of that can happen, Keigo has to ask you out first.

If he wants to go out with you to the drive in and have ice cream dates, he needs to put himself out there.

“Hey Keigo, there’s a book that I’d like to recommend to you. I hope you don’t mind.” you say to him just as he leaves the library one day. He had plans to meet up with his buddy and talk about going surfing at the local beach but the meet up isn’t until three and he’s got a good thirty minutes to make it to the meet up. “It’s just something that I think you would enjoy, I really did. The male lead kind of reminds me of you too.”

You hand him a book from your tote bag, it’s a paperback novel that shows that you’ve had it for a while but it’s well taken care of.

Keigo doesn’t think much of it, he’s been asking since he first met you what different books to read, they’ve just always been in the library and now you hand him something from your personal collection. He takes this as a very good sign and promises that he’ll read it and let you know what he thinks.

He thinks it’s a standard romance novel, which he’s not against but romance can’t be spun into a story by just anyone, it starts off pretty decently and the characters are intriguing. Keigo stays up reading the first nine chapters only for him to set the book down and go, “Oh…”

You are fucking naughty.

You handed him an erotic novel.

There’s no possible way that this was by accident because you handed it to Keigo with confidence knowing full well what the contents were inside. Now that he thinks back, he even remembers you saying that the male love interest reminded you of him. This fucking smut novel that has the two main characters all over each other and you apparently imagined Keigo to be apart of it. This has got to be a fucking move on your part, it has to be.

It takes three days for Keigo to read the novel in full and he comes by the front desk with your usual drink order and a vanilla scone. As usual you slide him a five dollar bill to pay him back as thanks, and in return he slides over the novel you let him borrow. You take it back and set it back into your tote bag before turning to Keigo and asking, “What did you think?”

He thinks that you’re a little minx.

He has to admit though that it was very clever of you to put yourself out there without explicitly stating it.

“I think you and I should make a date to talk about it.”

You smile at him, eyes glittering with a mutual understanding for what this ‘date’ really is going to be about.

“How about seven, does that work for you?”

Looks like Keigo’s summer fantasy will come to reality.

“I’ll see you then Miss Assistant.”

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #takami x reader #hawks thirst

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radiant-reid · 3 years

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Crying in my prom dress

A/n: From this request... it’s kind of not about the prom but kind of is, idk

Hi! I went to my school’s homecoming and I didn’t have a good time. To sum it up, the night basically ended in tears so I was wondering if you could write a little something about Spencer taking his girlfriend/date to homecoming/prom?

Summary: Y/n and Spencer, best friends of many years, figure out there’s something else going on.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff w a little angst)

Content Warning: Bullying | slut shaming

Word Count: 2.2k

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Most high schools are riddled with bullies, cliches of popular kids who are at their peak and want to make everyone who wasn't aware of the fact. It was even worse in an LA private school

Y/n had known Spencer for as long as she could remember, having lived next to the Reid's since she was 2. Even as a kid, Spencer was different. She always knew he was bright, but he was kind as well. While all the other boys went through their 'girls have cooties' phase, Spencer remained her best friend. He didn't understand what her gender had to do with her cleanliness. In fact, he'd read studies about The Cootie Effect and could grasp the psychology of gender differences.

He knew girls and boys were supposed to prefer their own sex, particularly in elementary school. But he never understood why. People teased them about their relationship and how Y/n would help carry his books home from the library. Unfortunately, it stopped and gave way to much harsher torment.

When Spencer's dad left, his mom's condition worsened, and Y/n was there for him. Even in the middle of the night, when he tapped on her window, and she'd sneak him in so they could fall asleep watching movies in the lounge.

It was one of those nights, at just 7 when they first kissed. They were watching Y/n's then-favorite movie. When Ferris kissed Sloane, Y/n looked over at her best friend, his glasses focused on his screen.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" Y/n had asked, waiting as he turned to look at her.

Spencer shook his head. "I've never missed school." He figured that was the reason why.

"I haven't." She declared before an idea popped into her head. "Do you want to try? Just for practice." She offered. It didn't feel like an awkward question, just casual.

Spencer shrugged. He was never nervous around her, but his throat quickly dried, and his heart started to race. "I don't know how." He realized. "It's safer than shaking hands, though. 80 million bacteria are passed during a kiss compared with 124 million during a handshake." He informed her.

"We've shaken hands before, so it's alright?" Y/n spoke like it was a question.

Spencer nodded in reply, shuffling closer to her as his cheeks started to heat. "Where do I put my hands?" He looked for some direction, trying to replay the movie in his head so he could copy what Ferris did.

"Maybe my cheeks." Y/n offered.

Spencer complied, placing his hands on her cheeks as his palms started to sweat.

It was Y/n who surged forward, pressing her lips to his for a second before jolting back.

"Your lips taste nice," Spencer blurted out, darting his tongue out to taste the vanilla lip balm.

Y/n smiled at him, adjusting his glasses. "Thanks for kissing me."

"Thanks for kissing me." He returned. He was unsure why he'd never seen his parents kiss when feeling that warm inside was such a nice feeling.

Y/n was crushed when she had to leave at 10 years old. Her mom's advancing career meant their family had to leave Las Vegas and head to Los Angeles. She knew home wasn't good for Spencer, and school was even worse. But she didn't really have a choice, so she left with tears in her eyes as Spencer's only local friend became their favorite librarian.

She promised to write every day, and she did. Sometimes more but never less. Spencer wrote about as much as he read. The constant letters were about anything and everything.

Y/n would wash her dad's car on the weekend for extra pocket money to buy stamps to put on her letters. There were so many letters that the postman who dropped them off at Y/n's house knew about the boy in Las Vegas.

The best day of her life at that point was when Spencer came to Los Angeles at 14, set to study at Caltech. She had just started high school, and she'd heard how the cleverest girl in her private school didn't get into Caltech.

They saw each other less than when they were kids due to Spencer's intense school schedule, but he'd take the bus to her place whenever he could, even though he hated the bus.

The girls at Y/n's school got meaner as she got older. When she was chosen to become sophomore class president, the most popular girl vowed to make her remaining 3 years of high school difficult. It didn't help how connected everyone at private school was.

In her senior year, Y/n volunteered for the prom committee. She didn't care for it, but everyone told her it was necessary to put leadership roles on her college application. And there was nothing she would do to jeopardize her chance of getting into Caltech.

Unfortunately, that meant she had to attend prom.

"Spencer, would you come with me?" She asked him as they sat on the beach, looking out at the ocean. Spencer didn't enjoy the beach, particularly. It made Y/n feel like she was connected to the entire world, so he went.

Her question took him by surprise. "Why?"

"I just want someone there that actually likes me," Y/n replied honestly. Spencer squeezed her hand that was holding his. "Plus." Her tone lightened. "You've never been to prom."

It wasn't something Spencer wanted to do, but the look on Y/n's face led him to agree. "Yeah, okay."

"I'm going to wear purple," Y/n told him.

That night, as usual, Spencer wrote to his mom. Unusually, he was asking for advice. He didn't know what to wear, or what to do, or what happened at prom. Diana had the answers.

Spencer was early to Y/n's house and more nervous than ever. He didn't understand why when he had been there more than a hundred times, but he was worried. He chalked it up to having to appear like a boyfriend to Y/n. While people had teased them about it when they were younger, it didn't happen to him when they spent time in LA. The few people Y/n talked to at school teased her about him, although they'd never met him.

When Y/n answered the door, Spencer's favorite color became purple. The lilac shade of her dress. It wasn't one of those short, tight dresses he saw girls wearing at Caltech as they walked back to their dorms in the early morning with their shoes in their hands. It was floor-length, with a tight waist and delicate lace detailing.

"Y-you look...beautiful." He complimented, tapping a finger on the side of his leg. Sometimes he struggled to get his words out around other people, but it had never happened around Y/n.

Y/n smiled at him as fondly as usual. "You look nice as well, Spencer."

Spencer almost forgot the corsage in his hand as they stood in the doorway. "Oh, here." He quickly stuttered out, his hands shaking as he slid it onto her wrist. The blush on her cheeks was incredibly obvious.

"Spencer, don't you look nice!" Y/n's mom exclaimed, breaking up the tense moment they were in.

"Thank you, Y/m/n," Spencer replied politely. It had taken him years to feel comfortable calling her by her first name.

She ushered them inside, a fact Y/n was thankful for because she wasn't sure how she was meant to talk to Spencer. He was so familiar yet different in a suit. It was a three-piece suit, grey in color with a purple tie. Somehow he was youthful yet so grown up. The paradox hurt her head.

They had to take lots of pictures, both for Y/n's parents and Diana. In every letter since Spencer told her about the prom, Diana had reminded him to send photos.

Spencer felt an enormous about of pride that he was with Y/n. He couldn't believe how good the venue looked, and he knew it was because of her hard work.

Y/n got to enjoy it for a few hours. Spencer even fumbled his way around dancing, causing her to giggle. Seeing her in such a different setting stirred up some feelings he couldn't place. Something that was familiar but new.

Stacey was her name. Spencer had never met her, but the way she walked up to Y/n made him feel uneasy. He knew it must have been the girl Y/n complained about.

"You go through boys like you should be going through makeup." The girl commented, looking hateful at Y/n. Her hand tensed in Spencer's, and he watched as her smile dropped. Spencer wasn't one to hate people, but he hated anyone who could make Y/n feel bad with one comment.

"What do you mean?" She asked, voice smaller than before.

Stacey scoffed, looking her up and down judgmentally. "Marco was just telling us how you hooked up with him last week, and now you're here with this guy." She explained, looking over at Spencer with a little less hate.

"I never did that." Y/n denied, looking stunned at the allegation.

"Really?" Stacey rhetorically asked, looking just as snobbish as she sounded. "You're just saying that because he said you weren't any good."

Y/n looked as if she was going to cry, sucking in a deep breath before she answered. "He's lying."

He was lying. Y/n had never even had a boyfriend. A few times, she'd come close, but they didn't understand her. It just never felt like it was meant to be, and Y/n wasn't sure if it ever would.

"Sure. If you keep acting like a slut, no one's ever going to want you." Stacey snarled before walking off like she didn't just ruin Y/n's night.

Before Spencer could stop her, Y/n dropped his hand, dashing through the crowd towards the door.

He followed her, not even caring about the crowd of teenagers he had to push through. He almost thought he lost her when he didn't immediately see her.

But there she was, knees tucked to her chest as she sat on the step.

"Y/n." Spencer cooed, not sure of what to say. He just sat there with her, holding her hand while she cried.

"It's so stupid." She finally spoke, trying to wipe up the seemingly endless flow of tears. "I'm crying over a rumor that's not true."

Spencer wasn't sure what to say. She was usually doing the comforting, and he wasn't sure he could do a good enough job. "It's okay, Y/n. You really don't deserve to be treated like that. She's horrible."

"It's just so unfair." She cried.

It broke Spencer's heart, a crushing feeling in his chest with every tear she cried. His words didn't seem to be able to flow out of his mouth despite the fact he wanted to comfort her.

So, he told her what she always told him. "You know I love you, right?"

That stopped her tears quickly, but the look on her face told him something was wrong. He tried to read whatever expression was on her face. "Spencer, please don't sit there and tell me you love me while you look at me like that."

"Look at you like what?" Spencer questioned, not understanding what she was saying. Her tears were a better alternative for the distraught look on her face. He felt like he'd screwed up like Y/n was a much better friend.

"Like you're in love with me," Y/n stated flatly, her voice void of emotion. The words came of stern than she expected, almost harsh. She couldn't look at him after that, and she couldn't let him hold her hand. The energy changed quickly, tensing like her muscles did.

Spencer tried to get his mind to slow so he could decode what she was saying. But he spoke without thinking for one of the first times in his life. "I am."

Y/n turned back to look at his soft eyes. She let out a humorless huff as she shook her head. The fakest smile Spencer had ever seen on her lips. "Don't, just please, don't. Not tonight." She didn't need to lose him that night. All she wanted was to go back to when Spencer stood on her doorstep and act like a best friend.

"I am," Spencer affirmed more strongly. He could tell she didn't believe him. "Y/n." He pleaded, just wanting her to meet his eyes. She'd finally given him a name to the feeling inside him.

That time, she looked at him like she might believe him. Spencer lost the very few words he was going to say as he looked at her. She had always been beautiful, but, at that moment, she was the most astonishing thing he'd ever seen.

It was Spencer how surged forward that time. He held her face more firm than he had when they were 7, and he kissed her for longer. When he pulled back, his face stayed an inch away from hers.

Dejected without a reply, he pulled back, not giving himself the pleasure of touching her. Y/n held her fingers up to her tingling lips, just trying to make sure it was real.

"I think I've loved you forever," Spencer admitted before clearing his throat. It was the most uncomfortable he'd ever felt around her.

Spencer was her hand on his before he felt it. "Me too."

It was terrifying to admit, but as they sat, hand-in-hand, in silence, it was a little less scary.

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