#the librarians fanfic

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WOTHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: drinking, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), cowboy innuendo, swearing

AN: happy birthday Christian Kane! Here’s some fun that I thought up with @illiana-mystery! First pic from Google. Bottom left from @pegasusrose99. bottom right from @katbratsupernaturalwhore. Thanks for sending these over guys! Save a horse ride a cowboy

I put the bottle back on the table and leaned further into jakes side. He tilted his head back as he drained his bottle.

“so any plans for your birthday jake?” Cassie asked. “I mean other than this.” Jake smiled over at me with a small laugh.

“Yeah. I got a few plans.” He said as he leaned his head against mine, cowboy hat pushed up his head. “Just me and this one.” Jake kissed my temple while everyone groaned.

“and there it is ladies, gents and others.” Ezekiel groaned, hands out while everyone handed over money.

“you betting on us now?” I asked. Flynn nodded.

“between the two of you, there isn’t a safe place in the library anymore.” He whined. Jake and laughed as we shared a look.

“ain’t our fault no one knocks anymore.” Jake teased.

“yeah. Jenkins knocks. He ain’t walked in on us.” I added.

“we shouldn’t have to knock!” Eve complained. Jake laughed as he reached for my beer. I let him have it and rolled my eyes. “It’s the library. It’s where we work!”

“exactly.” Jake tipped the bottle towards her.

“That’s why we do it on company time.” Jake passed the bottle back to me and I took a sip. “Besides not like we’ve ever been doing it when we need to go out on a mission.” Flynn rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink. “Now if y’all will excuse me, I’m headed to the bathroom.” I gave jake a look and ran my hand along his bicep as I got out of the booth. Heading towards the bathroom, I threw a look over my shoulder at him. Jake shifted and got up to run after me. There was some laughter from the table as jake caught up with me. I waited a second for him to check the stalls before pulling him in for a kiss. “Happy birthday cowboy.” I whispered as I pulled away slightly.

jake laughed as he picked me up and set me on the sink counter. I reached out and undid his belt, popping the jeans button and watching as he pulled down the zipper. Jake leaned in to kiss me again as he went to work on my jeans. The brim of the hat kept bumping the top of my head so I reached up and pulled it off. Jake whined at the feeling and pulled back in time to watch me prop the hat on my own head.

“oh fuck that’s hot.” He moaned as he pulled me in for another kiss. Pulling his underwear down, jake lifted me up slightly to pull down mine. Jake hummed against my lips as he slid into me and I wrapped my arms around his neck. It was a slow pace, tilting our hips up to meet each other with each thrust. Jake pulled back slightly to watch me, breath still mingling in soft pants. “You should wear my hat more often.” Jake breathed. “Sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time.” I have a soft laugh that dissolved into a moan as he changed the angle of his thrusts. Jake gave me a shit eating grin before kissing me again.

“Maybe next time I’ll just wear the hat.” Jake groaned as his head fell to my shoulder.

“Don’t…” his breathing hitched as I ground against him. “Don’t do that me darling.” I giggled as he leaned in to kiss my neck, snapping his hips up against mine in the process. “God the things you do to me.” He whispered against my neck. I moaned as he picked up speed reaching up to wind my fingers through his hair. Tugging lightly, jake moaned as he nipped at my jaw.

the door opened and the sounds of big and Rich came drifting in, making our heads snap up as jake stilled. Flynn looked over at us and his eyes went wide.

“come on!” He yelled as he slapped a hand over his eyes. “I’ve seen more of the two of you than I’d ever like to see anyone! Except Eve! Get a room you two!” Flynn turned around and walked back out of the bathroom, the door swinging closed. The song playing finally registered as jake and I looked at each other. We started to laugh as jake rolled his hips. He tried to match the beat but we were too close for it to mean anything. Leaning in to kiss me, jake started to snap his hips against mine. Tugging on his hair again, I moaned as my orgasm washed over me. Jake gave another snap of his hips before stilling. With a twitch, he came and leaned his head against my shoulder.

“save a horse ride a cowboy.” I breathed out with a laugh. “Pretty accurate. And much more pleasurable.” I kissed jakes cheek before he picked his head up.

“much obliged.” He smiled at me. I laughed again as I took the hat off my head and put his back on his.

“happy birthday jake.” I said with a smile, kissing him again as he pulled out. Hopping off the counter, I pulled my pants back up and helped him straighten his clothes out.

“ready to face Flynn?” Jake asked, offering me his hand. I nodded and interlocked our fingers.

“of course. Let’s go see how scarred he really is.” Jake laughed as he kissed my cheek, opening the door to see Eve standing guard.

[queenofglassbeliever]

And the Missing Kiss

Fandom: The Librarians

Pairing: Sarina/Jacob "Jake" Possible

Characters: Jacob "Jake" Stone, Sarina (The Librarians), Colonel Eve Baird, Agent Tannen

Story Summary: A missing scene of Jake and Sarina based on the promotional shot of them for "And the Disenchanted Forest" episode. Could also be considered an AU as part of the reset timeline.

Rating: General

Word Count: 614

AO3 or continue reading under the cut

Sarina intertwined her fingers with his. The rough bark of the tree faded to the rough hands of Stone. With small steps, Jacob moved away from the grandfather tree. His eyes opened and focused on the woman in front of him. Her eyes, the last thing he saw before he was taken by the forest and the first thing he saw when the forest released him. One by one, the other captives of the trees were released, but Sarina’s greatest concern was for Jake. Fingers interlocked together; Sarina guided Jake further from the tree. Or rather she pulled him away, admittedly worried that the forest might try to take him again.

“Are you alright?” The worry unmistakable in her voice.

Sarina inspected Jake’s hand for the wound that had been there before, but it had completely vanished; like it had never been there. Her hands moved up his arms as she looked him up and down in search of any injuries.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he answered honestly. Aside from the splinter, the whole ordeal hadn’t caused him any pain.

“You’re sure?” Her eyes were still searching for any sign of damage to his person.

Jacob held her face in his hands and gently tilted her head up to look her in the eye. The blue of his irises were as true as the words he spoke.

“Sarina, I’m okay. Trust me.”

“I trust you,” she whispered back. The sense of trust that was between them defied logic, but it was undeniable to her. She believed that Jake felt it too.

In that moment, the trees and shrubbery, and everyone, around them disappeared. Jake’s eyes drifted from Sarina’s eyes, rich as the earth beneath their feet, to her invitingly parted lips where his gaze lingered. Their faces drew closer, his thumb caressed her cheek as the gap between them closed. His lips brushed against hers. The soft touch of his lips hardened as Sarina tightened her grip on his shoulders to pull him closer. She deepened the kiss, pulling on his bottom lip with her lips.

It began as a simple kiss, gentle as a falling leaf, but quickly evoked feelings of deep ardor as their lips moved in harmony. Sarina’s hands moved from Jake’s shoulders to his jaw, the tips of her fingers grazed his jawline. Her nails scratched gently against the stubble beneath them. He, reluctantly, pulled away first, but not before a quick peck on the lips. The intensity of their connection lingered in the air.

Jake rested his forehead against Sarina’s as his hands moved down to grip her by the waist. Their eyes met once again, the tenderness in his outshone only by the elation in hers. A sense of joy filled him; nearly radiated out of him in a beam of affection. Sarina’s finger traced the smile that enriched Jacob’s handsome features, her own growing fondness reflected in the gentleness of her touch.

The world around them returned to their realm of consciousness. The tender moment broken by Agent Tannen when he called the attention of the newly freed group to himself. He reassured them and began instructing them on what would happen next. One by one everyone made their way out of the woods. As Baird passed by Stone, she stopped to squeeze his shoulder.

“Glad you’re okay.” A smile of relief for Stone, an acknowledging nod to Sarina and the colonel was on her way.

Baird followed behind the crowd and once she was out of view, Jake and Sarina were the last ones in the forest. Jake held Sarina's hand in his and intertwined their fingers. Hand in hand, the couple strolled out of the forest.

[nival-kenival-art]

Summary:

Three estranged triplets walk into a high school reunion with their friends/partners. What could possibly go wrong?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Other

Fandoms: Leverage (US TV 2008) The Librarians (TV 2014) Almost Paradise (TV)

Relationships: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer Eliot Spencer (Leverage) & Jacob "Jake" Stone & Alex Walker (Almost Paradise) Cassandra Cillian & Ezekiel Jones & Jacob "Jake" Stone Ernesto Alamares & Kai Mendoza & Alex Walker

Characters: Alex Walker (Almost Paradise) Kai Mendoza Ernesto Alamares Jacob "Jake" Stone Ezekiel Jones Cassandra Cillian Eliot Spencer (Leverage) Parker (Leverage) Alec Hardison Aimee Martin

Additional Tags: Eliot Spencer and Jacob "Jake" Stone are Twins Eliot Spencer and Jacob "Jake" Stone and Alex Walker are Triplets High School Reunion Fluff Angst Family Drama faking your death as compliant to 3 different canons as I can be while ignoring the parts of canon I dislike set post season 4 of the librarians post season 5 of leverage somehwere inbetween seasons 1 and 2 of almost paradise Found Family Family Reunions Hurt/Comfort technically leverage redemption compliant but you don't need to have seen it to read this as it's set prior to redemption changed rating to teen for language there's a lot of swearing coming suicidal thoughts mentioned briefly in chapter 5 Canon-Typical Violence

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-03-18 Updated: 2024-04-05 Words: 7,541 Chapters: 6/?

[silver-cleo]

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV), The Librarians (TV 2014)

Teen And Up Audiences

Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

F/M

Work in Progress

Chapters: 3/?

Tags:

Eve Baird/Flynn Carsen, Eve Baird, Flynn Carsen, Jenkins | Galahad (The Librarians), Number One | Una Chin-Riley (Star Trek), Christopher Pike, Christine Chapel, Spock (Star Trek), La'an Noonien-Singh, Nyota Uhura, Erica Ortegas, Joseph M'Benga, Hemmer (Star Trek), Jenna Mitchell, Admiral April (Star Trek) - Character, Episode: s01e06 Lift Us Where Suffering Cannot Reach (Star Trek: Strange New Worlds), Episode: s01e07 The Serene Squall (Star Trek: Strange New Worlds), Episode: s01e08 The Elysian Kingdom (Star Trek: Strange New Worlds), Fluff, Angst, Comfort, eve and una look alike, eve and flynn are married, post the librarians (2014), eve and flynn are in the future, Not Beta Read, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary:

Shore leave has just ended for The Enterprise and her crew, but the end of that time comes with an important mission. Hosting 2 Veritas officials of Earth for 2 months, and then their transport back to Earth. Veritas carries a great presence on Earth, the oldest known institution, highly prestigious, invite only. Working above all governments on Earth for as long as it had been recorded in history. The Library has a job to do, a job only its best Librarian and Guardian can do; they must prove that magic is restricted to Earth.

[florencemtrash]

The Shadowsinger & The Inkbird: Masterlist

Azriel x Day Court Librarian Reader

Summary: Y/n's clairvoyance is a gift from the Mother, but it feels more like a curse. With the power to gain knowledge through touch alone, Y/n holes herself up in The Alcove and hopes her powers and parentage will remain a secret. But things will change after the Summer Solstice ball and a chance encounter with a certain Shadowsinger.

Started: 12/12/2023

Ended: 08/04/2024

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

EPILOGUE

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[perpetuallyexhaustedlibrarian]

I'm at a library training, and at the table over I see another librarian from a different library with a rainbow ao3 sticker on her water bottle

"ah," I think to myself, "so this is what it's like to spot another weirdo in the wild."

[uglypastels]

i have to say this, eddie love fucking you when you’re in a messy bun and your glasses almost falling down your nose. Chef’s kiss

Chef's kiss indeed and i hope this is ok, but this gave me major librarian!reader vibes, and I meant to make this pure filth, but as I started writing, I realised that I adore these two wholeheartedly, so please enjoy the fluff fest around it.

warnings: 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. p in v sex. sex in a public place. unprotected sex (dzon't dzo it). swearing.

masterlist // inbox //

Working in the Hawkins Town Library, you got to be in the presence of almost everybody who lived there, from the youngest readers to the eldest. Everyone needed books for one reason or another, let it be homework research, recipes or just some entertainment. There were the quiet readers who settled themselves somewhere in a corner to spend the rest of the day with their noses in between the pages; the ones who search for hours for the one book they had their mind set on the moment they walked in; the ones that, for whatever reason, forget to stay silent. There were fans of fantasy as well as historical non-fiction, philosophy and romance. There was a place for everybody here. 

With such a variety in patrons, it was only natural you grew to have favourites. Some might be more self-explanatory than others. Of course, your heart doubled when Julie came in with her daughter, Sandy [who just turned six!], to pick out a new book every few weeks. Or old man Farrell who already knew all the facts in the books he checked out and was more than happy to share with you.

It could come to most people as a shock then that the person you looked forward to seeing the most was none other than Eddie Munson.

Surprisingly, he could be the definition of the perfect library patron. Besides the fact that he had never been late with book returns, when you started working there, the first few times Eddie came by, he scared you to death—so quiet was he, sneaking around the aisles and up to the counter to check his stacks of books out.

‘Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya there, sweetheart,’ he said as he put the books on the desk. 

‘It’s alright.’ You started picking up books from the pile, stamping in the date on the inside sheet. ‘Might have to consider getting a bell.’ You smiled, ‘that way I could hear you coming.’ 

‘Hmm, too bad I don’t have a bell.’ Eddie clicked his tongue but reached into one of his pockets, ‘but… would these do?’ He pulled out a handful of thin metal chains. They rattle around. 

‘Why do you have those in your pocket?’ You asked curiously as you gave him back the books. 

‘Always have them on me– I mean, on my jeans, but I take them off when I’m hear. Don’t want to disturb anyone.’ And with that, he gave you a shy little smile that made your heart melt. 

‘That is, actually, really sweet of you.’ If only more people were so considerate. ‘Thank you.’ 

‘Yeah, well, I have my moments.’ He shrugged nonchalantly. ‘I’ll see you around.’

‘See ya.’ You waved as he walked away, barely able to contain the smile on your face that the metalhead had caused. 

Not a lot changed since that day, but your and Eddie’s conversations did begin to grow. You’d keep on talking while you checked out his books, sometimes for so long that another patron would have to interrupt to get their books. Then, Eddie would pop by your desk to ask for the location of some particular book— one you had never heard of, in all honesty, but he probably easily could have found it if he bothered to look through the cards. 

‘Excuse me, sweetheart,’ he’d clear his throat, ‘do you have any idea where I could find Carrots Love Tomatoes?’ 

‘Sorry?’ You must have misheard the title.

‘Carrots Love Tomatoes: Secrets of Companion Planting for Successful Gardening. It’s for my uncle.’ Eddie would clarify, reading the title out from a scrap of paper he had scribbled on. 

‘Right. Do you know who it’s by, perchance?’ 

‘I’m surprised you don’t.’ He reread the paper. ‘Louise Riotte– shit, I’m definitely mispronouncing that.’ He quickly spelt it out for you.

Well, you had to admit, you weren’t personally familiar with Miss Riotte’s work, but you knew this library inside-out and told Eddie to follow you into the section you thought it most likely to be. The non-fiction section was off in the corner of the library, with only rectangular windows blocks near the ceiling, letting in barely any daylight. The light was, instead, coming from the lamps above you; they flickered and buzzed on the off-moments. 

Eddie stayed a step behind you as you navigated through the shelves, muttering the alphabet to yourself repeatedly as you tried to find the RI– shelf. Once you finally found it, you realised it was on the top of the bookcase, where you couldn’t reach it. 

‘It’s up there.’ You pointed, thinking that maybe Eddie would just get it himself now. But instead, Eddie offered to pick you up. A bit flustered, you accepted the offer and tried to ignore the feeling of his hands on your hips, the way his rings dug into your soft skin. He picked you up, and you grabbed the book quickly. Once back down on the ground again, you handed it over to him. Eddie thanked you with a large smile as he looked at the book. 

He frowned. 

‘Something wrong?’ You asked. 

‘No, no, it’s all good, thanks. It’s just that…I don’t know…’ He looked at the book a bit longer. ‘Oh, you know what? I think I must have read it wrong.’ He looked down at the scrap of paper again. ‘...yeah. That definitely says Catcher in the Rye. Well, thank you anyway, sweetheart. Really ‘preciate it.’ 

‘You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.’ You laughed. 

‘Uhm, I’ll have you know,’ he leaned against the bookcase by your side, ‘that this had actually all been an act of sheer brilliance.’ 

‘Oh?’ You were leaning against it, too, your shoulders almost touching. 

‘Yes. I would say that the way I got you here with me, away from all those people, is MacGyver-level brilliance.’ 

‘Don’t you think it might have been easier to just… I don’t know, just ask me to meet you here.’ You would have been going on a break soon anyway.

Eddie grinned as he leaned forward to you, ‘Now, what would be the fun in that?’ You could feel his breath on you. The scent of excessive bubblegum chewing greeted you. 

‘Fair enough,’ you tried to act cool, ignoring the hot flashes he was causing all over your body. ‘So, why did you want me to come out here? What couldn’t wait until my lunch break, Munson?’ 

‘Just wanted to say how cute you looked today.’ Eddie smiled, then, as if he remembered something– ‘Oh, and this–’ he leaned in, cupping your face in his hand, kissing you softly. 

So, perhaps, some things had changed over time. Smalltalk and jokes at the front desk turned into stolen kisses and hushed laughter in the dark corners of the library. Just as with everything around, Eddie was gentle and soft. His grip on you was there for support, to make you feel how much he wanted you near him. 

You pulled away with a small gasp, chest-beating fast, eyes fluttering open.

‘But I suppose I could have waited with that.’ Eddie said afterwards, his hand still on your cheek. 

‘I’m glad you didn’t.’ Your voice was hushed, but you kissed Eddie deeply instead of breathing in the air you needed. You pulled at his shirt to bring him closer, and his other hand reached for your waist, tugging at the hem of your shirt. 

‘You should probably get back,’ he muttered between kisses. 

‘Probably,’ you replied. Neither of you meant any of it, and you both knew it. You had no idea why you only saw each other at the library. Maybe because you always knew to find each other here; it was a certainty. Outside, it would be a mere coincidence to bump into Eddie. Here, you knew he would be here every week.

Maybe because it felt like a haven for both of you and it felt like a different reality—an escape from the real world. But it was precisely this that made everything else so fragile. Who knew what it would be like outside of these bookshelves? You didn’t want to know, so why risk it? What you had now, it was an unspoken agreement. One you both were more than happy with. It was special—a rarity. 

Everything- the kiss, the hold, the emotions, the heat- all intensified the longer you kept going. It was getting messy and rough. Eddie had locked you in between him and the bookcase. You could feel him all over you. His hair tickling your face, his cold rings on your skin, his clothes pressing into you, his— fuck, he was huge. You could feel him against your thigh, no hiding it. 

‘Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this the whole week.’ He breathed against your neck. ‘Haven’t stopped thinking about you.’ You would have told him the same if you could form an entire sentence. It was hard to concentrate daily when you had the memory of his touch plague you every day, and everything around you at your job was a heavy reminder.

‘Need… I need you, Eddie,’ you gasped out as he kissed your neck, right on the spot that made your knees go weak. ‘Please.’ 

‘Hmm, need you too, sweetheart.’ He was roaming his hand over your bare thigh underneath your skirt. Sometimes you wondered if anyone around had noticed that you really only wore them on days of Eddie’s library visits. Perhaps Eddie hadn’t picked up on that specifically, but he certainly enjoyed your style. ‘Drive my fucking wild in these short skirts of yours.’ The words rolled out of his mouth as he began unzipping his jeans. ‘Look so fucking good.’ 

‘Thank you,’ you moaned, giggling about how giddy you felt that he was complimenting you while preparing to thrust his dick in you. It was all so silly, so stupid. You were doing something incredibly risky, most likely illegal, but you couldn’t care one bit. All you could think about was how good he made you feel. How happy you felt with him. 

‘C’mere,’ Eddie groaned, pulling you up by your thighs, holding you against the shelves. Luckily, they were pretty sturdy, bolted to the ground, so his force pushing you against them barely mattered. On you, however, it was another story. 

‘Oh, fuck,’ you whimpered, trying to stay quiet at the feeling of him inside you. After letting you adjust quickly, he started thrusting in you hard and deep. The way he was moving against you, it made your whole body shake. You could feel your glasses slip down your nose. In the haze of it all, you had forgotten to take them off but were about to do so– when Eddie interrupted. 

‘No, keep them on.’ He kissed your cheek.

‘Why?’ you didn’t see a reason for them. 

‘Want you to see me fucking you.’ His smile was airy. ‘Besides, it’s hot as shit. The way you get so messy for me. And your hair,’ he punctuated each sentence with a deep thrust. One of his hands brushed some of your hair out of your face, ‘I wish I could take a picture of you right now. Would cum to it like every day.’ 

‘Gross.’ You joked, and in return, Eddie grazed his teeth over your collarbone, nipping at your skin slightly. 

‘Calling me gross as if you’re not getting fucked in the middle of the library.’ Eddie’s smile was contagious. As he continued, your glasses were falling again, but he quickly pushed them back over the bridge of your nose. ‘You’re fucking filthy, sweetheart.’ 

‘I’m–’ you gasped as he went deeper. 

‘Yeah, baby?’ 

‘I’m– I’m close, Eddie.’ You tried to whisper as best as you could, biting down on any noises that could be heard from afar.

‘Mmm, I know, you’re so tight. So perfect.’ he moaned through his last hard thrusts. You could feel your climax coming, knew how it would come, and quickly hid your face in the nape of his neck to muffle your scream of pleasure as it washed over you. Eddie rode it out with you, only moments behind. 

He held you briefly, letting you come down and stabilise your breathing. You smiled at eachother sheepishly and kissed deeply once more. There was nothing else to say.

Eddie pulled out, the emptiness hitting you immensely. It was a strange sensation, and you still didn’t feel quite yourself as your feet touched the ground again. But Eddie’s hands stayed on you for stability. 

‘You’re a dream, sweetheart. Just… unbelievable.’

Eddie brushed the loose strands of hair from your face again while you readjusted your glasses. There was nothing else to say.

Now came the awkward part where you timed your exit from the aisle and hid the guilty sex-glow look on your face. 

It was a slow day at the library, so no one awaited you at the front desk. You took your place and tried to shake off all your emotions, and it worked for the most part, except for the giant smile. That you just could not get rid of. 

It was still there when Eddie returned to you twenty minutes later, now accompanied by a new stack of books. 

‘Found everything you were looking for?’ You asked as you took the books from him. 

‘That and more.’ He leaned his elbows on the wood, grinning like an idiot. You had to tell yourself not to look at him, or you would get lost in those big brown eyes. 

‘I’m happy to hear that.’ You stamped the date into all the books and returned them to Eddie. ‘Here you go.’ 

‘Thanks, sweetheart.’ Eddie grabbed them under his arm. ‘Same time next week?’ He winked. Once, the words really were only meant for this little exchange. That had been all you were looking forward to—the small chat at the desk. Back then, you would have never imagined the things you would get up to with the metalhead in the barely visited sections of the library. 

‘See you, Eddie.’ You shook your head, still smiling, of course. And that was that. There was nothing else to say. 

At least, there wasn’t before. All those other times, that really would have been it. Eddie would have walked away, and you would have watched him do so while already awaiting his comeback. Yet this time…

This time, Eddie stayed in his place. 

‘Can I… help you with anything else?’ You raised a brow. 

‘Uhh–’ Eddie cleared his throat. ‘Yes. Yes, you could. See if I have these… these two tickets for this thing— a concert… and see, I have no idea what to do with this second one, so maybe you could help me with that.’ He spoke fast and like he was stumbling over an uneven pavement instead of words, but you followed it nonetheless.

‘Concert?’ You asked. 

‘Yes.’ He expanded with the name of a band you had never heard of before. ‘This weekend.’

You thought for a moment, or at least pretended to, as you already knew your answer. ‘I might have a friend who would be interested in taking that ticket off you.’ 

‘Any chance this friend of yours wears cute glasses, short skirts and works at my favourite spot in the city?’ 

‘She just might.’ You bit the inside of your cheek. 

‘Then it’s deal, sweetheart,’ Eddie slammed his hand on the table in excitement, then immediately cringed at the noise he made. That same noise seemed to have awakened a quick realisation in him: ‘Wait, we were talking about you, right?’

‘Yes, Eddie. I would love to go to the concert with you.’ You rolled your eyes at the needed clarification.

‘Cool, just checking. Great.’ he started walking away now. ‘Great. I’ll pick you up– wait; I don’t even know where you live.’ 

‘You can pick me up here.’

‘Do you live at the library?’ he asked quickly, and you were sure he was being serious.

‘No, Eddie, I do not, but I work weekends too. But you can bring me back to my place afterwards. Stay the night, maybe?’ Was that too much too quickly? You started to panic for a second, thinking you took it too far, but then Eddie replied, repeating his previous words.

‘It’s a deal, sweetheart.’

the end

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[immacaria]

Soup Hour

For my dear @mathomhouse-e. I have only two words for you, dear: Soup. Hour.

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  Morpheus Endeles — or simply Dream — was not a man to indulge in frivolities. Despite not being as straightforward as his older brother or younger sister, he was also not known for tolerating things that had little interest to him. Most people would call him a cold bitch, but he preferred to call himself ‘selective’. 

  He didn’t have time to waste on things that didn’t matter to him or his employees. His time was to be spent creating, surrounded by art and beautiful things. If not that, it should be spent restoring antique tomes and discovering long hidden stories. 

  However, if pressed, Dream wouldn’t know what to answer about Hob Gadling. 

  They never met personally and, still, the man was a constant presence in Dream's life. The first time they talked it had been by accident, though it hadn’t been their fault either. One day, Dream woke up to a strange message that simply consisted of “Minestrone soup today. You?” and a picture of a steaming, mouthwatering soup right after. 

  At the time, Dream hadn’t known who Hob Gadling was and had simply answered:

  “I do not know you, who are you? And why are you sending me pictures of soup?”. 

  Not even a minute later, came the answer:

  “Death, are you joking with me?” and Dream knew exactly who to blame for this mishap. His dearest older sister, Teleute, had always been known for meddling in his business — Though, if he must confess, always having his best interests in mind. 

  After clearing everything up — That no, this wasn't Death's number, but rather her younger brother's — and directing the man to the right one, Dream thought that may have been the last he had seen of Hob Gadling. Oh, how wrong he had been. 

  The very next, at the very same time, another strange message woke him up. “Miso soup this time”, it read, being quickly followed by a picture of said dish. 

  To say Dream had been surprised to see another one of those texts wouldn't be a lie. To say he was utterly annoyed, would be too accurate. 

  “You already know this is not Death's number. Why still send me these messages?”, Dream had asked, mouth curling in displeasure as he read the following answer. 

  “Don't know, just thought I owed you a ‘thank you’ after your help yesterday. Didn't know what to say or get you, so soup, it is”. 

  And, despite not having been answered, the texts continued to appear the next day. And in the other one. And in the one right after it. And in the following days as well. 

  They always went through at the same time, somewhere around lunchtime, given or taken two or three minutes of difference. It was always soup and it never failed to wake Dream — Who, otherwise, would sleep until late evening, preferring to be awake when there was no sun or people to bother him. 

  Miso soup, chicken noodle soup, gazpacho, chicken and vegetable soup, zuppa toscana. If someone were to name a new type of soup, Dream was mostly certain that Hob Gadling would have tried that one already. Even the most obscure ones, like a duck blood soup, weren’t safe from him.

  Eventually, the wish to know why Hob only ate soup as lunch and why he still sent the photos to him won him over. There was something interesting about this man that didn’t seem bothered by short, curt answers — if there wasn’t even one to be read — and who seemed to cherish anything that Dream sent back. Then, talks about soup eventually become about anything else. Paintings, books they were reading that week, Dream’s nosy neighbour and the dog Hob adopted without meaning to. 

  The soup photos kept coming, marking what Hob affectionately called ‘Soup Hour’, but slowly started to morph into other types of food as well, some even being Dream’s own additions. 

  “What you looking at, boss?” Matthew said one day as Dream rolled his eyes at the screen of his phone. It portrayed another soup photo Hob had sent — A mushroom one, this time — and a single text underneath it (‘I think this one turned out quite alright, don’t you?’). They had been discussing the merits of always having soup for lunch and Hob had been a firm fan of how many different kinds of soup there were out there. A simple ‘No’ sufficed as answer enough. 

  “Nothing, please carry on,” he waved at him, putting his phone down and looking up at where both Matthew and Lucienne were waiting for him to pay attention. “What?”

  “Was that that Hob Gadling lad again?” Matthew asked, leaning over the table before Lucienne pulled him down. There was a small, knowing smile adorning her lips and Dream felt his eyes narrow at the sight of it. “What? It is him!”

  “Keep going, Matthew,” she prompted, but Dream didn’t miss the amused glint in her eyes as she looked between him and his phone. “You were talking about some partnerships that were of interest, I believe.”

  “Oh, yes, some clothing franchise wants to do a partnership with you and one of your nephews wants your help to promote one of his charity’s dinners,” Matthew continued, looking between the two of them with furrowed eyebrows before turning to his tablet again. 

  “Which charity? Which nephew?” Dream asked and his fingers itched when his phone trembled against the table top. He tried not to look at it, but, if Lucienne’s triumphant smile and Matthew’s judging eyes were anything to go by, he failed miserably. “Which franchise?” 

  “The cat one, Thomas and Dior.”

  Silence followed those words as Dream reached for his phone, deft fingers unlocking it at the same time Lucienne said something about taking a break. He nodded, not bothering to look up as he got up from his seat and left the room. Once his screen, two new notifications shone at him, daring and bright as the day. 

  ‘You sure?’

  ‘Don’t you wanna come here and try it?’

  And, later when asked about this, Dream would simply smile and say nothing, but, for now, all he said was:   ‘Yes.’

[jilted-love]

We know Yoohankim polyam ship dynamic goes like "she's the writer, he's the reader, he's the protagonist and together they create and destroy the universe"

But what about Yoo Sangah? Do you ever think about how Kim Dokja is an endless library inside of himself and Yoo Sangah is his personal librarian? Not just any librarian by profession. She tended to the specific books inside of his soul. She read the books about his life, his tragedy and care for his story. She might not understand him completely but she will look after the vast library of his existence. She will read and re-read the books of his life. If Kim Dokja was the Library of Alexandria that burned down and devastated historians, Yoo Sangah was the librarian that burned down with him in her attempts to save him from the fire.

(PS: This is a ship post. I ship Doksang, Doksoo, Dokhyuk, Dokhee, Dokhyun, Doksol, etc. Nothing platonic about that. This is also a rare romantic pairing appreciation post. Not enough Doksang romance appreciation in this fandom honestly 😕 This isn't appreciating their friendship, there are other posts about that. This is me saying Yoo Sangah is in love with Dokja in the same crazy way everyone else is.)

[morpheusbaby3]

Morpheus telling Lucienne about the problems he has been through:

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: sick reader, swearing

I tried to hold in my cough as Jenkins started the briefing. He shot me a look that quickly dissolved into concern. I waved him off as I coughed into my elbow. Jenkins gave me a look before shooting Jake a look. Jake shrugged and looked at me as Jenkins continued on. I sniffled and leaned on the desk in front of me.

“hey.” Jake said as he slid over next to me. “You ok?” I nodded and reached into my back pocket for the lack of tissues. “You don’t look ok.”

“I’m fine.” I said. “Just a cold.” I wiped my nose and Jake grabbed my arm. He gently tugged me out of the main annex as Jenkins nodded to him. “Jake I’m serious. It’s just a cold.”

“you keep wiping your nose and your cough isn’t sounding great.” Jake said. “How long this been going on and you didn’t tell us?”

“just a few days. Jake I’ve been taking cold medicine. I’m fine.” I assured him. I went to move past him but Jake grabbed my arm. “Dammit jake. Everything is alright.”

“no you’re not.” Jake said. “You look dead on your feet. Please just let me take care of you.” We stared at each other, neither one of us wanting to back down. “Please (Y/N). Just please rest. You need it. When was the last time you got a good nights sleep?” I looked away.

“a few nights ago.” I admitted. “When I first realized I was sick. I’ve been tossing and turning ever since.” Jake squeezed my arm.

“you need the rest.” He said, gently tugging me towards him. “Come on. I’ll go lay down with you.” I nodded and let Jake pull me towards the exit. “My place is closer.”

[thedrarrylibrarian]

I’m honestly feeling pretty proud of myself. Four weeks in a row of Happy Hour! Hopefully I can keep this up!

Congrats! It’s Friday! Let’s celebrate!

The Real Thing by @skeptiquewrites (5,172 words, rated M)

Harry only means to cheer Draco up after a terrible breakup. He doesn't mean to fall in love.

This is a fic I love to reread. As someone who has had that experience of finding their joys again after a bad break-up, I find Draco very relatable. I appreciate Harry’s gentleness and the way he holds space for Draco and his passions in his own life. I love Draco’s caution and how they tentatively build something together.

Skeptique has a talent for careful consideration of characterizations. Each character, regardless of importance to the plot, is so well thought out in this fic. This is the only fic I think I’ve ever read with a fire brigade Ron, and even though it’s only mentioned briefly, it’s such a great career choice for him. I adore the small, protective part Ron plays in this fic. There’s a description of Hermione where it says that she considers herself “morally compromised if she didn't live out every single ideal she had” and to me, that’s it. That’s Hermione in a sentence!

I’m going to leave you with my favorite quote. It shows the depth of longing in this fic:

“Draco, I don't want you to kiss me if you're thinking about someone else."

I hope this can be a fic you enjoy and reread as often as I do!

Lots of Love and Happy Friday!

❤️ P.S. If you find a fic you love, be sure to bookmark it and leave the author a kudos and comment! ❤️

[swordsmans]

prompted by a baffling conversation with one of my friends + overall trends with events like big bangs. apparently i am deeply underestimating the amount of, like, actual consumption crossover between fanartists and fanwriters. i've been operating under the assumption that the majority of fanartists don't read fanfic and that fanfic is a relatively niche thing mostly shared between fanwriters with a few outlier exceptions. like, that the "communities" or w/e are relatively separate??

this is possibly because i've been out of "fandom" for a few years (or bc im not on twitter/insta where the artists hang out), but i feel like most of my friends are other fanwriters and most of the people who actively engage with fanfic on tumblr/ao3 are also fanwriters (and vice-versa with fanartists gravitating to each other). however. my friend disagrees? neither of us are actually artists tho so i'm putting the question out to the crowd. (more thoughts) ->

side note: i didn't include an option for being BOTH a fanartist/fanwriter because 1) you're like rare and exotic birds to me 2) i'm trying to figure out who falls into which category based on what community you "identify" with the most. if you write the occasional fanfic but you mostly think about/create fanart, you're a fanartist; if you mostly write fanfic but every now and then will think about/make some art, you're a fanwriter. the group you're more likely to engage with. that kinda thing.

side note 2: you will see i have included an option for fanwriters who don't/rarely read fanfic. i know you exist because that is my category. i read fanfic but do so rarely these days. i'm selective because i dont have a lot of time on my hands. this is possibly another reason why i feel like engagement between fanwriters is so high, because if i'm going to engage with a fanfic i'm gonna put my whole ass into it since that's the kind of engagement that makes me happiest from a writer's perspective.

for reference, when i say "engagement" i'm talking about leaving kudos, comments on ao3, asks/comments on tumblr, tags on reblogs... that kinda thing.

with all of this in mind, this could literally just be because fanfic writers are more willing to engage with other writers bc of their own shared hobby and/or because fanfic writers know what kind of engagement theyd prefer on their own fics and act accordingly--and non-writer/artists are just more willing to engage in general because that's the primary way you participate in fan communities. on the flip side, fanartists might just straight up be a really quiet bunch... possibly because your thing (affectionate) is "visual" more than "verbal" (if that makes sense).

basically... this is exactly what i'd like to know LOL.

[independent-fics]

I know “The Last Dam Job” was a lot of Eliot and Quinn with their hacking counterparts comparisons. But I really would have loved a scene with Parker sneaking up on them and poking each of Quinn and Eliot’s bruises and asking about Eliot’s clone.

[gurugirl]

Shy | librarian!harry -patreon teaser

2 part story only on Patreon!

Summary: Harry's a painfully shy librarian and he finds Y/n very sweet so when she gets the nerve up to ask him to join her to see her friend's band play he gets nervous about going but figures it'll be his only shot.

1,122 word teaser

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As more of her friends arrived everyone pulled tables together and Y/n made sure she kept Harry with her, next to her the whole time. She kept checking in but he was becoming withdrawn bit by bit as her friends were stealing her attention. She tried keeping him in the conversation, asking him his opinion, touching his arm but it was difficult when he would hardly make a peep or look anyone in the eyes.

But the breaking point was when the band was on their second song and Harry had to use the bathroom. He hadn’t been gone long but when he came back a guy was sitting where he had been who had his arm along the back of Y/n’s chair and Y/n was grinning at him the way he wished she’d do to him. And it was probably nothing. But who could know? Harry didn’t know why she invited him. She’d been perfectly nice to him the whole time. And he could tell she was trying to babysit a little. Trying to keep him in the conversation and pulling him along with her but Harry didn’t want any of that.

He hated situations like the one he was in. Meeting new people wasn’t his thing. He wasn’t good at it. So, with a sigh, he pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket and called for an Uber. He’d leave and make it easier for Y/n to enjoy her friends. He didn’t want to feel like a burden and that’s how he felt. And he certainly wouldn’t walk up to the guy sitting in his place and tell him that was where he’d been sitting.

Y/n realized Harry had been gone for quite a while. The band was starting their third song and she looked around the buzzing café and didn’t spot his lavender sweater and dark curls anywhere. She got up and went toward where the bathrooms were and noted both the men’s bathroom doors were open and no one was inside.

Her heart dropped when she thought about what he might have seen as he left the bathroom and Paul was sitting where Harry had been. And now she figured it was possible he just left. She could tell he’d gotten progressively more uncomfortable as more of her friends arrived.

When she didn’t spot him outside either she felt a pang of sadness and hurt. She knew he wasn’t trying to be mean by leaving without saying anything but still… She’d taken a chance and invited him out. Her first attempt at making a move with him and he just left.

Sure she understood that he was painfully shy but not even a heads up that he was leaving? She wished she’d gotten his number but of course, she’d have to wait until Monday to visit him at the library to find out what had happened.

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Harry regretted leaving like he did. After he got dropped off at his car he realized it would have been much kinder to say goodbye. But it was too late and now he’d gone and blown it with the girl of his dreams because he couldn’t get his act together. He was destined to be alone for the rest of his life. He wasn’t built for relationships and pursuing a lover.

Hell, he was still a virgin 28. Which was another issue he hated to think about. To tell someone that? Anyone? Social suicide. And certainly, Y/n would think he was some kind of freak.

He couldn’t even bring himself to eat that night. He felt awful for being awful. Y/n had been nothing but kind to him and he just left like an idiot. Surely that would be the end of that. He’d probably never see her again.

Except he did see her again. First thing Monday after opening up the library and starting the pot of coffee for Lin and Priscilla. He walked out when he heard the door chime with the idea that it was one of his co-workers but instead, it was Y/n with a frown on her face and a stack of books in her arms. The ones she had only checked on Saturday. There was no way she’d read them all so quickly.

She placed the books on the counter and Harry readied himself for a terrible interaction with her as his heart pounded in his chest.

“Why did you leave like that the other night?”

Harry dropped his gaze to his feet, “Um… I’m sorry. I felt really bad for that. I wasn’t thinking… I got nervous and just left. I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“Why?” She kept her eyes on him, his face downcast toward the floor.

“I’m too shy. I can’t talk to people. I saw someone sitting next to you and thought maybe it was better if I just left.”

“Well, that was kind of a jerk move. You really hurt my feelings. At first, I even felt bad about it. Like it was my fault.”

Harry’s eyes shot up to hers as he shook his head. He hadn’t wanted her to feel bad.

She continued, “But then the more I thought about it I realized… you probably just don’t even like me to begin with. So… I’m sorry I invited you to something that you hated and that spending time with me was so awful you had to sneak out. But I won’t bother you ever again. I’ll find a new library to go to so you don’t have to ever see me after this. I just wanted to drop the books off and tell you that you hurt my feelings.”

Harry could have cried. He even felt the smallest bit of liquid forming in his eyes as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and shook his head, “No. Please. Y/n… I’m really sorry. I’m awful at this. I do like you… I’m socially awkward and I didn’t mean to do anything that made you feel bad.”

He rushed his words out as he watched her dig into her purse to pull out her library card and place it on the stack of books with finality.

“I’m sure you’re sorry. All I can say is that I put myself out there and invited you so I could get to know you. I thought maybe you wanted to get to know me too. That was probably presumptuous of me. And now I just feel embarrassed.”

Y/n turned but Harry followed. He was desperate and felt like he was about to fall through the earth… that he’d be swallowed by gravelly dirt and sticks and worms and would never be able to claw his way out again.

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[my-beloved-lakes]

Trying to keep track of who calls who what in the Librarians is such a pain in the butt!