#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.

[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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[blushsturns]

bad boy! matt and librarian! reader 𝜗𝜚

part three ⭑ where’d you go?

description: matt starts to worry when he doesn’t hear from you after your first date.

w/c: 2784

masterlist ♡ pt.2

all matt could think about was your date last night. how you both talked for hours, your beautiful smile when he’d tell a stupid joke, how your cheeks would turn a bright shade of pink when he’d compliment you and your eyes would pull away from his just for a moment to try and hide it, but he could always tell. he could read you very well. he was really good at reading people and he knew that his charm had an effect on you.

this was completely out of the ordinary for matt. some would say he has commitment issues. he’s only had one serious girlfriend in the past. the rest were all hookups and flings and he didn’t care enough about them if they stayed or left. he’d throw parties or attend them, hook up with whoever gave him the most attention, and then never speak to the girl again. he usually preferred it that way, but there was something about you. something different, refreshing, exciting. he usually could care less to see a girl again, but with you, he couldn’t wait to see you again every single time.

it was almost like an intoxicating drug that he just had to have. he needed his fix. he was hooked on you and he wasn’t sure how to process that information.

he hadn’t known you very long, but that wasn’t an issue. he already has learned so much about you and he wanted to keep learning more. during the date, he knew he didn’t talk much about himself when he should’ve, but he was always known to be a bit mysterious. he knew there was some kind of mending that needed to be fixed within him. he was more rough around the edges and closed off compared to his brothers, who were completely opposite. they didn’t care that he sold and smoked weed, hung around with the wrong crowd, or how he threw parties almost every weekend.

matt actually graduated at the top of his class in high school. he’s intelligent when he wants to actually put his mind to it. otherwise, he can’t be bothered. even though he had never stepped foot into the public library until the day he met you, he has a couple favorite authors that he hasn’t had a chance to tell you yet. he loved learning about you and hearing all of your stories, even if he could sense some of your walls were still up and you were guarding your heart. you were so innocent, so pure. matt was always known as the “bad boy” who didn’t give a fuck about anyone else around him

he didn’t live by the rules, didn’t really have a set plan for his life, probably smoked too much weed, and maybe hung around people who did bad things, but maybe, just maybe he had a soft spot for you. even though it hadn’t been that long, maybe you could help him see the good in life and within himself.

matt had just finished a deal, pocketing the money in his wallet and sliding the wallet is his jeans. he had texted you this afternoon asking if he could stop by at the library to see you today because he had to go out with his brothers tonight and he didn’t want to, he’d rather spend time with you. he already blew them off the last couple weeks and instead hung out with his friends who probably weren’t good for him. he wanted to at least see you today even if it was for just a couple minutes. god, he was turning into a lovesick puppy, wasn’t he?

“don’t be fuckin’ late, like you always are.” chris said sternly as he continued his intense match of fortnite without even looking away from his screen. “seriously, if you blow us off again i will cut off your fuckin’ dick and that’s a promise.”

“jesus, chris.” matt rolled his eyes, annoyance building up inside of him. he loved his brothers, but they infuriated the fuck out of him. nick was in his room doing god knows what. if he knew that he was talking to you and going to the public library, he’d never hear the fucking end of it. “i’ll be back and no i’m not fuckin’ tell you where i’m going.”

chris let a laugh erupt from his throat, his fingers working intensely against the controller, his eyes focusing in on the game. “whatever you say, mysterious matt.”

matt shook his head in disbelief before grabbing his keys and walking out the door and out to his car. it didn’t help that his brothers didn’t drive, so if they wanted to go anywhere, matt was the designated driver. he checked his phone one last time to see if you had texted him back. it had been a whole two hours and he hadn’t heard anything from you.

should he be worried? should he start to panic? he never felt this way before. usually if he doesn’t hear back from a girl, he wouldn’t care and just move on, but he couldn’t do that with you. there was something different about you, something special. he wanted to explore it, even if that meant stepping out of his comfort zone. he decided to just wait until he got to the library, not wanting to blow up your phone and started driving towards the library.

the entire time he was driving, his fingers anxiously tapped against the steering wheel, trying his best to stay focused on the road ahead. luckily the library wasn’t too far from his house, but in this scenario, it felt like it was taking forever to get there.

why did he care so much? it hadn’t been long since he met you and all he could do was think about you. it was like his brain was consumed of you and every part of you that he’s been able to witness so far. he wanted more, he needed more. this was a dangerous feeling and he wasn’t sure how far he was willing to go with it.

he quickly pulled into the library parking lot, noticing it was a bit more busy than he’s seen before. he couldn’t get out of his car fast enough, walking inside of the library and heading straight upstairs where he usually goes to look for you.

matt walked straight to the desk, but you weren’t there. he walked through each aisle, hoping to see you like he did last time with your cart and headphones on your cute little head, but you were no where in sight. now he was really starting to worry. he pulled out his phone to check if you texted him and you hadn’t. he sent you a quick text, asking where you were before stuffing his phone back into his pocket. where the hell did you go?

he didn’t want to ask anyone and have them wonder what the fuck he wanted as if he was a creep who was stalking you or something. he decided to check the children’s area which was downstairs, even though he assumed that could be a longshot. the library was huge, so he was trying not to panic yet.

it was a little silly to be walking into the children’s section at his grown ass age. there were bright colors all over the walls, a room with toys and a bunch of children playing and more bookshelves filled with children’s books. nobody seemed to pay any attention to him which was much to his benefit. just when he was about to turn the corner, he heard a familiar voice, but in more sing-song tone obviously meant for kids.

it was you.

right in front of him was a big room with frosted glass windows, but the door was open. the sign on the wall said “youth programming room”. he tilted his head to get a look inside and there you were. you sat in front of a group of 20 small children with a book in your hand as you read it aloud to them. you had an infectious smile on your face, the children giggling and clapping as you continued to sing and read the classic rhyming book.

“chicka chicka boom boom! will there be enough room? here comes h up the coconut tree!”

all the children giggled as you read and demonstrated what was happening, a wide smile on your face the entire time. god, you looked so fucking adorable and perfect. his body relaxed when he realized you were safe and not in any harm. your hair was curled with a bow clipped in the back, you wore a comfortable white sweater and a plaid skirt with black tights.

matt stood there against the doorway, his body leaning against the frame, his face softening and body continued to relax as he continued to watch you in awe. he never felt the way before, nor has he even bothered to show up at another girl’s work to make sure she was okay and see her for a few minutes.

he probably looked like a creep just standing there, but he didn’t care. the parents were with their children, making them swing their hands and dance as you continued to read along to the book in your hands. this lasted another two minutes and you wrapped it up, thanking everyone for coming and that’s when matt immediately darted away from the door and stood by the aisle of the books.

he waited for the crowd to clear out and made sure the coast was clear before returning back to the doorway. your back was turned and you were bending down to begin cleaning up. at this angle, he got the most perfect view of your ass in your skirt that hugged your curves to absolute perfection. he knew he shouldn’t be staring, especially not when you just finished singing to a bunch of children, but he couldn’t help it. you were too damn perfect to look at that it was impossible to look away.

you heard footsteps coming from behind you and immediately assumed it was your co-worker so you started to speak before even turning around. “just ended the story time now, i have to take my lunch and then head back upstairs to the desk to finish off my shift.”

“can i take you out to lunch?”

you immediately turn around when you realize it wasn’t your co-worker standing behind you, gasping in surprise with your hand placed on your sudden racing heart. your eyes widened, locking your eyes immediately with matt as he stood before you.

his lips curve up into a wicked grin when he realized you weren’t expecting him at all and you were still trying to catch your breath. “matt, what the hell? what are you doing? you scared the shit out of me!” you spoke through your teeth to try and be quiet, not wanting anyone to hear although it was just you two alone in the program room.

“you weren’t answering my texts and i wanted to say hi because i won’t get to see you tonight. i got a thing with my brothers tonight. couldn’t miss an opportunity to see my favorite librarian in action.” he flashed you a playful wink, his lips curving up into a wider grin.

your cheeks instantly turned a bright shade of pink, your gaze pulling away from his to look down at the ground for a moment before back up into his eyes. you hadn’t realized he witnessed you in action doing story time. as a librarian, you are sometimes needed in the kid’s department to do story time because you’re so good with kids even though your main job was to work with the adults upstairs. you agreed to do it because you didn’t mind seeing the little kids singing, laughing, dancing, and having a good time all because of a little story time that you put together.

“i’m sorry.” you said shyly, biting gently onto your bottom lip. “i got really busy today, if you couldn’t tell. it’s not usually like this, but sometimes they need me to help out down here with the kids.”

he nodded his head as he listened to you intently, his eyes staying locked onto yours the entire time even when you had pulled your gaze away from his. you met his eyes once again, your cheeks only growing more warm just by staring at him. sometimes he was so pretty to look at it and with his ocean blue eyes, it was hard to stop staring, but you got flustered way too easily.

“yeah i saw that. those kids adore the shit outta you, huh?” he flashed you a grin, wiggling his eyebrows at you in a playful manner.

you let out a soft giggle and nod your head, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “yeah, i love them. i know it’s such a nerdy thing to say, but i love my job even if i have to sing sometimes.”

matt let out a soft chuckle at your words. “i think you sounded bad ass. is there anything you can’t do, pretty librarian?”

the nickname just rolls off his tongue now and it makes you feel warm and fuzzy all over every single time. you felt your cheeks burning at this point and you hadn’t even been standing here with him very long. “you’ll probably find out one of these days the more you spend with me.”

“i don’t think that’s possible.” he said a little more serious now, his face softening as he spoke.

you decided to lighten the mood again, a soft smirk playing on your lips. “so, did you miss me when you didn’t hear back from me or what?”

he immediately let out a soft chuckle, placing his hands in his pockets. he so desperately wanted to pull you close to him and hold you, but he knew this wasn’t the right place and time. he also wanted to take his time with you, which only seemed to surprise him considering that was never something he cared to do in his past. “so maybe i did. you had me worried for a moment there, pretty. i don’t like to be worried.”

you rolled your eyes at him playfully, lightly tapping him in the chest with your finger. “well i’m here now. how can i make it up to you?”

his lips immediately curve up into a slight smirk at your words. “two things.” he put up two of his fingers as he spoke which happened to make your gaze fall to his fingers, noticing how long and pretty his fingers were. “one, let me take you out to lunch.”

you nodded your head slowly at his words, trying to keep your focus on him instead of his hands before you. “okay, that’s doable.”

“and number two..and hear me out when i ask this.”

you raise your eyebrow up at him in a curious manner, a puzzled expression appearing on your face. “okay, why does it sound like i have to brace myself for what you’re about to ask me?”

he took a step closer to you so you were inches apart now, his hand moving up to place a strand of your hair over your ear which sent chills down your spine, your breath feeling like it got caught in your throat. you looked down at his lips before back up into his eyes, taking in a shaky breath. “just relax, pretty. it’s not bad. i promise.” his words were reassuring, soothing, promising.

you nodded your head before allowing your head to lean slightly towards his hand as it rested against the crook of your neck, his fingers lightly tracing your softened skin.

“so i’m having a party at my place tomorrow night. i really want you to come. it’s only fair.” he stopped speaking for a moment to follow your eyes, his fingers continuing to lightly caress your neck. he leaned in closer to you so his lips were now lingering against your ear, his breath hot and heavy against it as he spoke, “i’ve seen your world, but you haven’t seen much of mine. what do you say, pretty girl?”

you take in a shaky breath, the feeling of his lips against your ear, his fingers still grazing across your skin and his body merely touching yours causing your stomach to flutter with butterflies. you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into, but how could you say no when he makes such a good point?

“i’ll be there.”

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shoutout to @camzeecorner for giving me the idea of librarian!reader reading to the kiddos. here is the ask they sent me!

thank you guys for all the love on this au! i’ve had so much fun writing this. next part will have some angst and possibly start heating up so get ready for that. :)

love you all so much!

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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."

[e-rated-beardo]

Scorn and the Saint-Maker, chapter 28: I go out to work on Monday morning

Scorn and the Saint-Maker is a murder mystery/ineffable husbands romance/who-turned-them-human Good Omens fanfic, set at a university in Scotland, with lots of (as-yet skippable) level-5 smut, ✨sexy maths✨ (reportedly), and one trans angel

Chapter 28 summary: Anthony is left testy and off-kilter by Fell's sudden departure on a day trip. An unpleasant encounter with a colleague, an unpleasant encounter with uncooperative mathematics, and a very unpleasant encounter with Bea McAllister all conspire to make a bad day worse.

Rating: Chapter rated T; fic E (for as-yet skippable smut).

Warnings: References to unhealthy alcohol habits, talk of past misgenderings and other trans issues, depressive spirals, and a cliffhanger

We're getting into angstier territory with the next few chapters and will be touching upon some of the heavier tags in the main tag list, so maybe reread that if you haven't in a while.

Excerpt:

The thing was… Discounting having shown up for most of his own lectures roughly on time and talking at groups of young people about roughly the right topics, Doctor Crowley had not, strictly speaking, done much work in a while. The University of Aberdeen had hired him, once upon a long ago, because he was a brilliant mathematician. His mind was the sort that could scamper off in several directions at once, not only conceive of but follow wild ideas, make the connections that nobody else thought to, and boil them down into rigorous mathematical argument that attracted funding; he retained enough of a catalogue of theorems and tricks from disparate corners of his field that he tended to always have a suitable tool on hand to carry out his newest fancy, and his intuition for which of his odd notions would transpire to be both compelling and provable was near enough impeccable. However, for the last couple of months, Anthony Crowley’s brain hadn’t exactly been doing maths. (Anthony Crowley, supplied the lewdest corner of said brain helpfully, had been doing Angel Fell.)

Read chapter 28 on AO3 ➡️ or start from the beginning ↩️ (123k words, WIP)

@goodomensafterdark

I dunno what's going on with Tumblr's big fat link elements and AO3 links rn tbh. Any time I paste a link to Scorn in there it just nopes out and shows it as text instead. #greatUI #wow

[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.

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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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[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.”

[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.)

[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.’

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[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!

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[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.