AN: I did it! I finally finished my library degree. I’m no longer a LIT I am a librarian!
I shuffled through the mail from my apartment as I walked into the annex. I stuffed the bills into my bag before tossing the rest of the junk. A large envelope sat on Jenkins’ desk as I neared our shared workspace.
“what’s that?” I asked as I dropped my bag to the floor, kissing him on the cheek. Jenkins hummed as he turned to kiss me properly.
“That is the final results of your exam.” He said, raising his eyebrows at me. I swallowed thickly as I stared at the envelope on his desk. “I pulled some strings and got it sent here so we could look at it together.” I bit my lip and nodded.
“yeah. That’s a good idea.” I murmured as I picked it up and played with it. Jenkins reached over and squeezed my hand.
“do you want me to open it?” He asked. I looked up at him and nodded.
“Please.” I whispered. Jenkins gently pried the envelope from my fingers and walked over to the table in the middle of the room. Picking up the small knife he had left there, he sliced it open. I made my way over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my face in his back. There was the rustling of paper and Jenkins put his hand on top of mine.
“take a look.” He whispered, pulling me to his side as he held the paper out to me. I took a deep breath before taking it.
“I passed?” I breathed out. Jenkins smiled at me as I stared at the paper in shock. “I fucking passed!” I started laughing as Jenkins pulled me into a hug.
“you did it.” He breathed into my hair. “You’re a full fledged librarian.” I laughed as I pulled back to look at him. “Not that you weren’t before. But now you have the paperwork to prove it.”
“even though the library doesn’t require that particular piece of paper.” I laughed. Jenkins chuckled as he nodded in agreement. “It’s still nice to have.”
“congratulations darling.” Jenkins whispered before leaning in to kiss me.
Plot: You're sick and tired of constant jobs. I mean- you'll go, of course you will. There are people who need your help. But god--
All you want to do is still stay at home and make out with your hot artistic cowboy boyfriend on a Saturday. Is that s o much to ask??
Warnings: Sexual references maybe. Tiny ones.
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The blinds are drawn shut, the room dark except for the shock of white daytime light slipping inside through the crack in the curtains; bars of white painting the middle of the bed and a strip of Jake's back a brighter colour. Music is playing softly in the background, something mellow and non-distracting that Jake picked since its his place- his stereo- his tunes.
You're laid out on the bed all-comfy, a pillow under the arch of your back and your legs wrapped around a beer-barrel waist and Jakes on top of you; holding himself up so he doesn't crush you, but ehhhh still crushing you a little. You love it.
A gentle, relaxed moan slips out of you when he parts from your lips for a second to take a tiny breath and switch sides, before pressing his soft mouth back to yours and slipping his talented tongue back between your lips; kissing you slowly, like the passionate poet he is.
-then suddenly a loud, obnoxious ringtone sounds and you're so surprised; you jump! You knock your forehead into Jake's and nip his bottom lip! "Ah! Shit- " Well, a little more then a nip. You actually bit him!-
"I'm sorry!" You exclaim, shocked and guilty as you both sit up and you watch him wide, worried eyes as he touches where you bit him. When he finds no blood, he just shrugs; flashing you a grin. An amused grin. Amused, at your panic (Like you're so fricken cute). "I'm so so sorry- "
"Don't worry about it. Now," His gaze wonders over to his phone on the dresser, and your heart falls; remembering the ringtone. Your hopes for a quiet, slow morning are crushed. "What was that?" As Jake reaches past you for the phone and presses answer, pressing it to his ear and straightening up again, you give a sigh.
"One guess." You pout, wrapping your arms around your knees and hugging them to your chest, a bored and annoyed look on your face as you watch him.
His eyebrows lift up hearing what's said through the phone that you cant hear, and he nods; Going into business mode. Damn. You were right- Without needing to know what exactly is being said, you let your legs hang over the side of the bed, touch the ground, and get up. You begin your search for your pants, still with that frustrated look on your face. Where did they end up last night??... We watched Dracula, I kicked off my shoes, then we went to sleep and I wiggled outta my jeans... ha! Over there- "Really?... Huh. Okay, yeah, Y/N'll meet ya at the library in 10- "
Jake stops talking, and you're not sure why, til you turn around and catch him looking at you. You raise your brows, like what?
"What's that look on your face?" He hisses (Well, mutters so whoever's on the other end of the phone cant hear him- but in his voice it sounds like a low, husky hiss), his eyebrows knitting together. He's already dressed, having been up writing on his laptop beside you when you finally ended your (Much deserved) sleep-in; and you kind of resent him for it. He's all put-together, he doesn't need a break- he's happy to go on another life-or-death mission right away! At the drop of a hat! As he should be! But you?? You feel like Grumpy the dwarf after a cut-short hibernation. All you want is to stay in bed with your cowboy and make out. Or sleep. Or watch more old movies. It doesn't really matter what you do, so long as its in bed.
You feel like you've been on missions non-stop lately; risking your life in a million different ways. It feels like you're fighting to survive so much that you're forgetting why.
"Nothing," You shrug, turning away again and grabbing your pants. After all, you cant complain. You're helping people! People need you, and Eve, and Jake and the other librarians. That fact is not lost on you, and honestly most of the time you love doing what you do--
But sometimes you're just... tired. Like today.
Eh, you'll get over it you guess.
"Nah. Nah nah nah- its not nothin'." You feel Jake's hand wrap around your wrist and pull you to him where he's moved to sit at the end of the bed. To the phone, he gives a quick 'call you back cass', before chucking it backwards on the bed and drawing you in closer; not once taking his intense eyes off of you. Usually you love those eyes, and honestly you do now too, but they are so full of smarts that you do sometimes you feel overwhelmed. Like you don't even have to talk- he already knows what's going on. And sometimes, like now, you just don't want him to know everything! "Tell me."
"Its really nothin- "
"Don't say that again," he shakes his head; a flicker of annoyance. "Go on, tell me."
You give him a look. "... no, I'm awful."
"First of all, you're the opposite." He brushes over that self deprecation quickly, nipping it in the bud before you can even truly feel it. "What? What- You don't wanna go to the library??"
"I- " How do you explain without sounding silly? Huffing out a sigh, you slip your wrists out of Jake's grip and run your hands through your hair. "I'm just tired, I guess. I know! Thats not an excuse to not save the world from monsters, or gods, or whatever the hell else wants to take over today- I know that. But I'm just- so- ughhh."
Slipping out from between his knees, you slump down on the edge of the bed beside him instead; dropping your face in your hands and your elbows onto your thighs. You don't doubt Jake's focused art-critic's eyes on the whole time. Analysing you like some old Rembrandt. Seeing your shame. "My bones feel heavy." You say, quietly.
A moment passes before you feel one of his hands on your back, rubbing up and down; working out the tight stress-filled knots in there. Then you hear his voice, but he's not talking to you??
"Hi again Cass- yeah, uh, on second thoughts we're actually gonna sit this one out. You guys got this, right?" Immediately you sit up stock-straight, turning to Jake with wide eyes. What?? You mouth, horrified.
He gives you a mystified look back. Mouths 'what?' back at you.
Your jaw drops.
"No no no- we can go! We can go! We can definitely- Thats not what I was saying." What is he doing?!? They need you two! They need him, for definite! Just because you're tired, doesn't mean you can just chuck a sickie!- "We have to go, Jake, don't- " When you reach for the phone to tell Cassandra that he's joking and you'll be there, Jake catches your hand and leans away from you, finishing up the call and preventing you from stopping him.
"Yeah yeah yeah, great. Thanks, Cass! Goodluck! Call me if you need us- yeah- bye!"
Then he hangs up and chucks the phone behind the bed, between the wall under the window and the mattress, where you cant get it.
You're half considering diving after it, but Jake starts rubbing comforting circles into your knuckles and you turn your gaze back to him; shocked and confused.
"... but- " Before you can argue with this decision, Jake leans over and kisses you. Its warm and slow and almost as good as before, making your head all fuzzy and quiet. He pulls back, and you struggle to open up your eyes again. ... still- "But-"
"Come on." Jake gives a comforting grin, a devastatingly handsome cowboy grin that makes your insides turn into mush and your shoulders relax. And he's still rubbing your back, so you're feeling so so sleepy and slow. "You're tired- I get it. We've been on mission after mission for weeks. Almost 2 months. And you've been so damn good with it, savin' our asses at least 10 times. They'll be fine without us this time, you know that." He assures you, which makes sense now that you're calm enough to hear it- they will be fine without the two of you. You all take individual jobs all the time, and besides- they have Flynn this time. Your perfect, sweet boyfriend gives a shrug of those broad shoulders of his. "'nd you deserve a break."
... taking hold of his hands, you lean in and press your forehead to his. "So do you." You say earnestly, gaze flickering over the bags under his beautiful eyes.
"Yeah. So lets do that, huh? Together. C'mon," When Jake gets up abruptly, letting go of one of your hands but keeping the other to tug you up with, rubbing those comforting circles back into your skin, you look up with curious eyes at him. "Lets getcha a cup a tea, or somethin'. Whadaya want? I'll order."
"Mmm... " You close your eyes and think, a tiny grin twitching onto your lips. "Um... pancakes." Pancakes sound like absolute heaven right now. Fluffy, and drenched in syrup, with some strawberries??
"Aw yeah, that sounds freaken good, actually."
When you open your eyes again and see him smiling, you nod and wrap your arms around his neck. You're thinking about pancakes, and restful bones, but also how good Jacob smells. And his weight on top of you. And the romantic timeless way he kisses. "Uhuh." He wraps his own around your waist, pulling you in against him. "... but first,"
"Hm?" He grunts, your noses brushing against eachother and him suddenly becoming quite distracted; being so close to your lips. "Wha?"
"... 20 more minutes in bed."
Immediately he nods, guiding you back onto the mattress and crawling over on top of you, adjusting your hips back over the pillow so you're comfortable. "Forty, at least."
How's it going, folks? Before I get carried away, this blog is not for minors. So, please, MDNI.
I'm Rose and I'm 26, working on getting a cybersecurity degree currently. And, get this, I write. I will probably wind up writing for a ton of dead fandoms, but this blog is for me just to have fun and experiment with my writing. I'll also post some small originals here and there - poetry, short stories, whatever.
I'll also take requests - even now - if I write for something you're a fan of. I'll even take requests for original works if someone is interested.
This blog is also queer friendly! As I myself am in the community, so this blog will always be a safe space. Which, also, means I won't be writing exclusively hetero relationships.
What I plan to write for(as of now and will be updated when I think of more):
Ted Lasso
The Librarians
A Discovery of Witches
Original works (fantasy, myths, romance, and horror mostly)
Of course, when I get to writing, there will be a directory of sorts for those looking for any specifics.
You stared at your watch as you watched the seconds tick by. Eve was supposed to arrive at any moment and you couldn’t wait to see her. The last time the two of you had seen each other, you had asked if the two of you could try some sort of relationship. She gave you a lecture about how she did dangerous work and it would never work. It wasn’t anything that you hadn’t heard before, but this time, you convinced her that you could handle whatever distance she could throw at you.
“Waiting for someone?” Eve asked as she stood in front of you. Eve was taller than you usually, but with you sitting down on the sidewalk, she towered over you.
“In fact I am.” You couldn’t hide the smile on your face as Eve offered a hand to help you onto your feet.
“Must be special for you to be so dressed up,” Eve’s voice was teasing, but you could see in her eyes that she liked what you were wearing. “You hate dresses.”
“Yes, but I don’t miss the way that your eyes light up when you see me in a sundress,” you told Eve. She smiled at you fondly and you kissed her cheek. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too. I see you’ve finally left the base,” Eve said as she looked around. You had been out of the military for the past three months, which Eve already knew, but you were officially discharged as of a week ago. Your things had been moved into a little apartment downtown that hopefully Eve would be spending some time in during her visit to see you. The two of you had talked about not rushing things, but you didn’t know the speed she wanted things to move along.
“Oh yeah, it’s great here. I can go do things when I want to. Do you know it’s possible to sleep past 6 AM?” You took Eve’s hands in yours and led her down the street towards the bistro where you’d made lunch reservations. The two of you had a table waiting for you outside and a waiter brought you a bottle of wine to share. “So, how is your guarding job?”
“It’s interesting. Definitely, letting me see a different side of the world. What have you been thinking of doing?” Eve asked you. A part of you hoped that she’d ask you if you wanted to travel with her and see the world out of uniform.
“Well, I do have a medical degree and the hospital here is looking to hire.” You’d always wanted to be a doctor growing up and now was your chance to do that in a less stressful setting. “Unless you’ve got a better suggestion.”
“You’d have to be recruited, but if it was up to me, I’d want you there. It’d be nice to know that you’re not in some sort of trouble,” Eve chuckled a little. You had been a troublemaker when the two of you had worked together. Of all the soldiers who had served under her, you’d gotten shot or injured more than anybody else. You were headstrong and had while you had a good sense of justice, your impulse control was severely lacking.
“Put in a good word for me then, eh?” you asked her. Eve took a sip of her wine and gave you a small nod. The two of you got to enjoy your lunch together before she got a call that she was needed.
“I’ll be back, I swear,” Eve promised you.
“Go be a hero Baird,” you told Eve. She gave you money to cover the check for lunch, kissed you, and then ran off down the street. You didn’t know the specifics of what Eve was doing for work, but you knew that it gave her a sense of purpose, so it had to be worth it.
Title: Make It To Me
Pairing: Ezekiel Jones x Reader
Words: 752
Warning: Angst
AN: First Librarians fic! Feel free to drop me an ask with a request. Don’t forget to like this, reblog it, tell your friends, email it to Obama and of course let me know what you think! Beta’d by the marvelous @wayward-marvel-and-more, be sure to check out their blog! Ezekiel Jones is a precious cinnamon roll and there’s nowhere near enough Librarians fanfiction to last me until season 4.
The way he looked at you, a desolate sadness with such a fiery passion behind his eyes, it was enough to tell you something was wrong right away. Well, that and the fact that Ezekiel Jones, your best friend and fellow LiT, had shown up outside your bedroom in the Library at 3 am, right after he returned from his most recent mission. There were heavy bags under his eyes and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. The top several buttons of his teal shirt were undone, and all his clothes were rumpled. You stood in your doorway, clad in a tank top, dark lounge pants, and an old cardigan of Ezekiel’s that he had left in your room forever ago. You knew how skilled he was, but the sweater that smelled of his cologne even after all this time was comforting all the same. You felt heat rush to your face, unsure of how he would react to you in his sweater. But to your surprise he ignored it.
“I’m sorry to come to you so late, but I needed to… to…” Ezekiel’s voice cracked as tears filled his eyes. You pulled him into the room and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and into a hug. He reacted immediately, lacing his arms around your waist and burying his face in your hair. You could feel each sob as it wracked through his body. It broke your heart to hear your best friend cry like this. You began stepping backward, taking him with you, until you both collapsed onto the comforter of your bed into a comfortable entanglement of limbs, a sort of half cuddle, half hug.
“Zeke?” You murmured, rubbing soft circles on his back. His anguished sobs were beginning to subside, and he removed his face from your neck. His deep brown eyes glittered with more tears threatening to spill, and his ragged breathing began to slow as you held the eye contact and continued rubbing his back.
“Zeke,” you prodded again after a few minutes. “What happened on your mission?” He stared at you, something unreadable in his deep brown eyes.
“I saw you die,” Ezekiel finally choked out. “I was about to steal the Necklace of Harmonia. I got the case open, everything was going as planned. But that bloody sorceress that owned it hexed the damn thing.” He took in a deep breath and pulled you closer to him, tightening his grip on you. “When I touched it, I wasn’t there. I don’t know where I was but you were there too. I, I think you were stabbed? Definitely stabbed.Oh god, so much blood there was. You kept crying my name and I kept trying to stop the bleeding but it was everywhere. There was so much blood, (y/n). But then you were dead. You died in my arms.” He took a shaky breath and buried his face in your neck again. “I thought you were really gone…” His words came out muffled now. You felt your heartstrings tug at his broken words.
“Hey,” you whispered to him, nudging his neck with your nose. “I would never leave you that easily. I could never leave your side without a fight.” You awaited a response. “Zeke, look at me.” He didn’t look up.
“You don’t understand…” His muffled voice came again. You could feel his scratchy voice as he spoke into your neck and it sent tiny shivers from your neck to your spine and down. “(Y/N), I saw you die. Your eyes, one minute sparkling and the next they were tear filled and the very next moment, they were glassy and dead. It was like my entire world was ending.” He lifted his head and stared into your shining eyes.
“(Y/N)… I need to tell you something.”
“Of course.”
“I think I love you.” Your heart skipped a beat.
“Zeke…” It was your turn to take in a deep breath. He opened his mouth to continue but you covered his lips with your own, your hands resting gently on the back of his shoulders. He kissed you back gently, but with a passion. His hands clutched at your waist like a lifeline. The kiss was gentle and comforting and sweet, just like Ezekiel. His hands traced soft circles across your lower back, and your hands moved to cup his face against yours. When you both finally surfaced for air, you pressed your forehead against his and smiled softly.
“Zeke?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you too.”
