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undermine-the-instinct · 1 year

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Title: A Fair Wager

Librarian reader in the Prince!Al Haitham AU!! In second place with a 23.1% vote!

Wc: 1.4K Warnings: None

You both stare at one another, stockstill, waiting for the other to make a move. This is a song and dance you both know well at this point.

You open your mouth to speak, and his eyes narrow down into a glare.

"No." You get ready to talk really loud, and he sits up, face set definitely in a scowl.

"Don't you dare." Your mouth twitches as you hold back your grin, and he scowls further.

"That's an order from your prince, don't you dare."

"Then why do you keep hiding where I can find you, Your Highness?" You whisper.

"You must have a sort of homing instinct, built in with your witch abilities. You always find me." Al Haitham sighs, and shuts his book, getting ready to stand.

"You can stay, Your Highness. I won't tell on you."

"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow.

"So generous of you."

"I'm in a good mood today. Someone sent a bouquet of black irises to my room." And you have an idea who it was. But he takes no pains to acknowledge your knowing look.

"Odd choice for a bouquet."

"Yes! How odd. Odder yet that I was bemoaning the fact I had no black irises for my new spell, and a bouquet was sent to me with such swiftness. I wonder who it was."

"I wonder." Silence fills the air between you two, but you don't draw back, your smile or your closeness.

Al haitham looks at you, the path behind you. And back to you again. You look back.

"I'm going to go find a new spot."

"Alright."

"May you move?"

"Of course." You step aside, and his eyes fill with suspicion. This is only confirmed when he starts to walk past, and you grab his shoulder.

"Ah. Of course. For a price."

"You know it."

He sighs, exasperated. "Weren't the flowers good enough?" You laugh, and turn him back towards you, and he lets you.

"What is it? Want me to sneak you another one of the patisserie's newest creations? A first edition book? New ingredients for some spells?"

"Hm, no. I want something different." You grin, and he sighs again.

"You're exploiting me, Librarian."

"You let me, Your Highness." You definitely recall hearing about some meeting about foreign relations, and about a very important prince being absent, so of course you went to go look for him. And of course, you found him.

"What number is this? The third time this month that you've skipped a meeting, Your Highness?"

"The second."

"Third, Your Highness. It doesnt matter if I forced you to go back, you still tried to skip."

"What do you want?" He cuts through, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, don't be so irked, Your Highness! You know we both enjoy these little encounters." You reach to pat his head like a child, and he swats your hand away with little effort.

"Of course, you're the only one to not try to fawn over me."

You nod. "Or use you."

"That's a blatant lie. You manipulate me, exploit me, blackmail, patronize, irritate–"

"You wound me, Your Highness!" You turn your face away as if spurned. "I think I will go now, I believe His Majesty would like to know where you've been."

You take teo steps before he grabs your shoulder. You have to purse your lips to keep from smiling.

"I don't need another one of my hiding spots compromised. I asked you what you wanted. Tell me. I'll get it for you."

"What if I said I wanted a date?" You tease. But you see his eyes narrow, and something click into place. Realization dawns on you.

You raise your hands in placation.

"Im sorry!! That's not what I meant!! That's not what I meant!!"

His eyes narrow, and it doesn't look like he believes you. You understand how much his 'curse' has affected his life. Every relationship could be fake, forged. You just gave him cause to deny yours over a jest. It was a tasteless joke.

"Funny, that's how it sounds." You sigh, and turn back to your cart. You still have a job to do, books to put away.

"Im sorry, that was tactless. That's just what we'll call it. You need an excuse to skip these meetings, and I need a test subject for my spells."

"And risk being turned into a frog? No." He starts to walk away.

"These are safe! I promise!" Apparently not caring if anyone sees him anymore, he swipes a book from the shelves and starts speed walking. You grab your cart and pursue him.

"These are completely safe, I swear by it!"

"Then why would you need me to test out spells that have definitive, set results? Seems redundant."

"Because there is something different about you," You grab his bicep and finally he turns, lending you his ear.

"You assume that you are under some spell or curse, because of the extreme adoration of your admirers, and I can't even detect anything from you. That's why we have to run these tests– What about you is different? How do you compare to all the test studies done before?"

"..." He reaches up and adjusts one of his earphones, thinking it over.

"And how exactly does this benefit you?"

"Experiments!!" Your eyes light up in excitement, and he finally turns towards you.

"Oh yes, I know how much you love your pet projects."

You face sours. "Don't call it that. I am eager but not dense Your Highness, I understand the importance of all of this. And I would like your cooperation on this."

"I'm trying to help you, my prince." He sighs, and his hands have moved to the wire of his ear phones.

"...You're going to need more than just me to run these tests. Subjects to test if the spells really work as intended. Regular folks, those under curses, those inflicted with spells similar to my own circumstance."

"I know, my prince, I know. I have almost everything ready, you're the missing piece. I just need you." You give your best sparkling eyes. And wait for his answer with bated breath. He has to accept, he has to.

"Hm." He stops fiddling with his wire, and there is a look of mirth in his dual colored eyes.

"You sound more and more like the lovelorn fools all vying for me." A breath of silence while you marvel at his aloofness, and then…

"Stop playing with me! You know that isn't what I mean!!" You try to smack him, but he grabs your wrists and holds them high in one hand, with irritating ease. You struggle while he moves close to you.

"So you say, so you say. How long did it take you to come up with this elaborate plan to get some alone time with me?"

"That's not it, your highness!!"

"I don't believe you." It's frustrating how easy he holds you up, and yeah, he's handsome, okay? And strong, but it's not that!

"You're a sly little thing."

"No!!! Stop teasing me Your Highness, I'm serious!"

"This is the library. Can you have some respect and be…" apparently you two were too loud, that another librarian has to come to tell you to quiet down.

It's a coworker of yours, and you shyly wave your trapped hands with an awkward smile. She looks over the position you two are in (you see jealousy flash across her face) before she bows and splutters her apologies. She leaves, and you know gossip will spread.

"...So. Is it a yes, or a no?" You say stiffly, trying to hold on to the shreds of your dignity. He drops your hands unceremoniously, you are holding them limp and they almost smack to your sides before you catch yourself. You scowl at him.

"Not much of a choice if I want this spell broken, yes? I agree. But–" he cuts in when your face brightens.

"I'll need something else in recompense. You seem to enjoy this far more than I shall."

"Well, what do you want then, Your Highness?" Bartering with the prince is dangerous. You've heard all about his skillful manipulations. Always leaving with more than you expected to give. He's inspecting you like you're a ware in a merchant's stall.

"Your Highness?"

"I want you to stop calling me by my title. My Prince is fine. But i prefer my own name." What? His name? That's it? Well, it's a drastic overreach of your position, but no special potions or favors?

The prince—Al Haitham, has an expectant look on his face and you're shocked out of your thoughts. You test the words on your tongue.

"...Al Haitham. Al Haitham. My prince." He has no response, but you see his thoughts working behind the shock of his eyes. He turns and steps back from you.

"We can start the next council meeting I skip. Don't use my title any longer, (f/n), dearest. We're supposed to be lovers after all." And he was away.

And your heart is pounding.

Are you sure his 'spell' doesn't work on you? It certainly feels like it has!

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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years

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for the requests (if they’re still open!!) anything agatha related!!! always thirsty for the hot mommy witch 🥵🥵 - ☁️☁️

Heartbeat Out of my Chest

a/n: look…i am very gay and recently, i’ve been having severe cases of gay panic taking over my life so yes i turned it into a fic you’re welcome (and yes, my requests are open, im sorry this took me so long)

prompt: librarian!fem!reader catches the eye of agatha

word count: 1.1k

warning(s): gay panic - there’s no plot, only projection

this picture of kathryn owns my ass

this is how i imagined agatha in this fic

Your long skirt brushed against your ankles as you danced through the rows of books, singing along to the music playing from your phone. Your shift hadn’t officially started yet but you couldn’t sleep a moment longer and so you headed into work an hour early. It was moments like these that made you love your job. The peaceful stillness of the air, the smell of new books flooding the air as you stocked and catalogued the shelves, the ability to let loose a bit before patrons started to stroll through the shelves.

“…I’m so in love that I might stop breath-AH!”

You sang along to the lyrics turning around to grab another book and practically jumping out of your skin. Leaning against the wall, staring at you with intense blue eyes, was the woman who made you forget how to breathe. Agatha Harkness. She was new to town, only being in the city for a few weeks, yet it seemed like she was set on making her mark. Specifically, her mark on you. For the past couple of weeks, Agatha had been showing up right as the library opened and leaving right as the clock struck 11. Sometimes, she would sit curled up in a chair, reading the books you recommended with a soft smile, drinking chai from the cafe just down the block. Other times, she would do what she’s doing now, stand on the other side of the room, trapping you in her gaze.

“Oh, uh, you-you scared me!”

You rambled out nervously, your eyes looking everywhere but her as your heart beater rapidly. Agatha merely cocked her head to the side, smirking slightly as her eyes raked up and down your form. Heat flooded your face as you too inspected your outfit, slight embarrassment building within you. You wore a long pleated skirt, with a white collared button down shirt tucked into it and held into place with a belt. A tie was loosely hanging from your neck but you still felt the phantom tightening, strangling you. You loved this outfit, it allowed you to live out your dreams of being Evelyn O’Connell. Nervously, you fiddled with the tie around your neck, moving your eyes to stare at the pile of books on your cart, hyperaware of Agatha’s unwavering stare. You heard her push off the wall as you reached for a book to awkwardly continue shelving. The music you had been dancing to paused and you looked up to see Agatha holding your phone.

“What,” you swallowed down your stutter, inwardly cursing yourself at your nervousness, “What are you doing?”

Agatha finished typing whatever she was doing and looked up, making direct eye contact with you. You were frozen, the book in your hand drooping slightly, in danger of falling to the floor. She raised an eyebrow, like what she was going to say was obvious.

“I have to contact you somehow, I can’t risk someone getting to the books first.”

You nodded, laughing nervously.

“Books, we have those, yep.”

Your eyes widened and you trailed off as Agatha slowly walked to you, her smirk growing larger as your heart rate increased rapidly.

She knows what she’s doing, you thought, somewhat angrily, and she’s enjoying it

Agatha came to stand in front of you, handing you your phone. When you reached out to take it, you felt Agatha’s fingers brush up against yours.

You thought you would surely die with how fast your heart was beating. Soon, it would beat right out of your chest.

“Any recommendations?”

She asked you, somewhat innocently, like she wasn’t staring at you like a tiger would its prey. You gaped at her before looking down at the pile of books then back up at her then back down at the books. Blinking, you snapped out of it, nodding with excitement as you grabbed a new installment, the fresh cover cracking pleasantly in your hand. You handed it to her, rambling about the plot with enthusiasm. You had read the book the night previous and were desperate for someone to rant about it with.

“It’s called Furyborn. It’s about this fantasy world heavily influenced by angels in one century, fueled with magic and something called the Emperium, and in the other century, these things are thought to be myth. It follows two girls, thousand years apart, living separate but somehow connected lives. Oh and there’s also a prophecy about the Sun Queen and the Blood Queen, one to save their world and one to destroy. Also-”

It was like you spent hours rambling about the book, trying your best not to reveal anything to the woman in front of you. After a while, you trailed off, once you realized what you were doing. Internally, you scolded yourself. Agatha had been flirting with you, you had just realized, and you spent well over twenty minutes describing a book. She probably stopped paying attention a while ago. Sighing, you handed Agatha the book and she took it somewhat hesitantly, slight concern in her eyes. You turned away, positive Agatha would walk away. As you started shelving the books again, you felt a hand on your elbow and you looked up. Agatha was now kneeling on the ground next to you, where you had squatted down to put a recently returned Moby Dick back in its place.

“You didn’t finish.”

Blinking, you looked at her in confusion. Agatha sighed.

“The book, Y/N, you didn’t finish telling me about it.”

You stood up, the surprise of someone actually listening to your rambles shocking you. Agatha stood as well, leaning against the bookshelf with her swagger that sent sparks down your spine. Looking around, you noticed that people had trickled in, not noticing them when you were speaking to Agatha. A line had just started to form by your desk, with people patiently waiting to check out a book. You looked back at Agatha apologetically, biting the inside of your cheek

“I rambled too much, I’m sorry, it seems I have customers waiting. Maybe I could finish later?”

You couldn’t deny that your last sentence sounded childishly hopeful. Agatha smiled, nodding.

“Let someone take the afternoon shift today, Y/N. I’ll be at the cafe down the street at two. I’ll save you a seat.”

It took you a minute to absorb her words.

“Like a, like a date?”

Now your word’s definitely were dripping in hope and slight panic. Agatha took a step forward, pulling you close to her with your tie. Yep, your heart would beat out of your chest at any moment.

“Finally you understand. Yes, like a date,” she pecked your cheek lightly, the kiss lingering on your skin as she walked away. She spun around, walking backwards and pointing at you, “don’t be late.”

As you made your way back to your desk, you had a giant smile on your face. One customer congratulated you, making a joke as you scanned out her book.

“It’s going to feel weird without the tension in here everyday, hope you enjoy your date, Y/N.”

a/n: did i give this a sudden ending? yes. is that because i would’ve written thousands more words on this dynamic? also yes. I hope you enjoyed this little projection not plot fic and thank you for reading!!

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness fanfiction #librarian!reader #agatha harkness x librarian!reader

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Silverfox Sunday-can we finally hear the details on how professor!Ari met the librarian?

“I got tickets to this masquerade event, its held at a bar and its pretty exclusive-“

“-this is it. Are you ready? You look so damn cute!” She gushes over your dress, complimenting you heavily despite going for a safe option.

“And your mask matches! Let’s see if we can’t pin down some hot men…” she squeals in excitement and drags you along behind her, tickets in hand.

“I really don’t think…I don’t know if I’m up for this.” You stop her before the entrance, eyes widening beneath the mask as the entrance is feet from you.

“Y/N, come on! You can’t keep moping because your ex is a complete piece of shit! You deserve to be happy and…” she grins, nudging you with her elbow. “I heard there’s gonna be a lot of hot older men. Hello sugar daddies!”

“I’m not a sugar baby, that’s not me.” You frown, inhibitions making you want to turn and run.

“No one’s saying you have to be a sugar baby but there’s something about older men that just…” she presses her fingers to her lips and kisses them with a soft pop, a chefs kiss as an ode to her desire to experience an older man.

Your hands tug at the skirt of your dress. A nervous tick that you’ve been catering to since you’d arrived, even with reassurance that the skirt of your dress wouldn’t show your ass you still feel the need to give a tug.

You have to admit that its beautiful, with a tiered tulle skirt overlaying silk. The strapless bodice is beaded and intricate with added details in the bandeau top that is neither plain nor square. The dress fits you well and in all reality it makes you feel gorgeous, despite your ex’s best efforts to leave you a mess.

“Just get a drink and relax.” Your friend encourages you to spread your wings and find someone to take the edge off since your breakup, but the idea of finding another boy like your ex is maddening.

Still, you follow her advice and grab a drink. You sip on the mixture of the signature select, and begin to wander the crowds. There’s a dance floor to the far left packed with bodies grinding against each other and a balcony above that’s got people milling about.

You find yourself stopping in the thick of the crowd speaking to each other and drinking merrily, completely unaware of the set of eyes on you. You’re unaware of a man who’s talking quietly among his friends bidding them goodbye, before taking for the stairs.

You’re so drawn in by the atmosphere of this place that you entirely miss the approach of this tall gorgeous Silverfox, until he’s upon you.

“You look a little lost.” His question startles you and you nearly jump out of your skin, your drink splashing against the glass.

“I’m not lost, I’m just…” you find yourself biting down on your bottom lip, watching him as he’s watching you.

He’s got a black and gold mask that’s heavily detailed and seems to be in the style of some Ancient Greek or Roman depictions attached to the front. Its heavily detailed with sharp and crisp edges, adding another layer of intrigue to the man who’s standing before you.

He’s well dressed in a sleek button down shirt tucked into a pair of black dress pants. A slim belt is woven through the loops with a matching gold buckle that’s catching the reflection of the lights overhears.

You know he’s massive, you know he’s gorgeous and he seems to be interested in you.

“I’ve never been to something like this before.” You lift your drink to your lips again, eager to take a sip but his hand stops you.

“You need a cover on your drink, honey.” He offers to take the glass and you let him, startled but not disdained at the use of a pet name.

“These kind of events are exclusive, they’re usually safe but there’s still the typical asshole frat boy that slips in.” His voice is soft yet husky, and its inherently pleasant to your ears.

“I didn’t know.” You state, a shiver coursing through you.

“Tell ya what,” he leans in and you catch the scent of his cologne or aftershave, and practically melt on the spot, “I buy you a drink and you dance with me?”

“That’s all?” You wonder, looking for your friend and finding her dancing with another man who’s clearly a Silverfox.

“One dance, one drink.” He offers you his hand and you take it, pleasantly surprised when he keeps you close to him.

As if he’s safeguarding you.

“What’s your name?” You ask him when you reach the bar, your eyes captivated by his.

“That’ll cost you another drink.” He smirks at you, fingers daintily grazing your arm. “You up for it?”

“Let me finish this one first.”

#silverfox!professor!ari levinson #silverfox!Ari Levinson #librarian!reader #ari Levinson x reader #silverfox!Ari Levinson x librarian!Reader

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sensei-venus · 2 years

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I have to watch Abbott Elementary but I've seen clips and yes 😂 I just know Demetri would teach science and students would make him question his life choices with the shit they do in labs (i say that and it reminds me of the time I was in high school and a guy went around poking girls in the ass with an exacto knife 😮‍💨)

But not the point. I just know the students ship him and the librarian so hard. When they see him eating lunch with her, they talk about them and gossip about how cute they are!

But imagine after a year of them dating, Reader winds up pregnant (from demetris fat monster cock ofc lol) and when the students return to school, she's already showing and they're freaking the fuck out because wtf already? Really?

- gemini sensei

I imagine they start dating in the middle of the school year, most of the kids are already talking about it in the halls. A few kids spy on them in the faculty lounge eating during lunch. They see the two of them laughing together over lunch. They notice how close they are, Demetri scooting as close as he can to her.

All the kids start pulling their bets.

It’s only confirmed when they catch him kissing her hand all romantic like one day after school in the abandoned library. Two lone students trying to return some books before they get kicked out of the building for the day. Of course, Demetri and Reader never see them peaking through the library doors, they run off as soon as they see the two getting all kissy and gross.

Half the school bets are called, kids fist bumping and whooping over the easy money after the news about what was seen in the library.

But that doesn’t stop the kids from still tracking the progress between the two adults. Most of the girls are talking about “when the wedding will happen.” And the guys are joking about how nerd like Demetri’s proposal will be. It’s a sweet little romantic drama going on in the school and the kids are loving it.

Sadly at some point summer comes and school is out. The kids believe that it will just be the end of it until the next school year starts.

When the next school year starts everyone, like everyone is surprised.

Because Ms,Readers sweaters are no longer baggy and her blouses are tight and so are her skirts.

They are tight enough to show off her now rounding out belly, no longer pudge but a round belly underneath the tight material.

The kids see the way she favors her belly now. The way she’s touching it more every now and then, resting her hand on the new bump.

And when they see the new engagement rings on both adults, they know it. Most of the students just can't believe it, not that they didn't awkwardly think about their two favorite school adults having sex at some point after everything. Their just surprised that it happened so fast. They didn’t think their nerdy rambling teacher would get so far so quick with they nice librarian. And the fact he got her pregnant so quick?

Minds blown.

(Btw @gemini-sensei , I’m going to NEED some smut at some point with Teacher!Monster Cock!Demetri and Pregnant!Librarian!Reader, like I’m going to need it to survive this new addiction.👀👁👁😍)

#sensei venus speaks #gemini sensei #cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai confessions #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai blurbs #teacher!demetri #librarian!reader #pregnant reader

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pluto-noor · 1 year

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Reading Your Pages, Prologue and All

While working your typical shift at your job, a girl and her uncle walk in. The uncle, in particular, catches your attention.

Pairing: Tommy Miller x F!Reader

Rating: Explict

Warning: MINORS DNI, just smut with plot

Author's Note: lowkey forgot to post this here, but whoops... oh and im going to college!!!

The hot summer air distorts your vision. Waves of heat shimmy into the air while you prop the door open to the large garage. You rush out to your friend’s open truck, filled with three large cardboard boxes. Carefully, you stack the boxes on top of each other. Groaning as you lift heavy boxes of book donations, you pick up the books and bring them inside. While walking inside, you kick the door stopper away and you slip the box tower onto your desk. You sigh as you remove the first box and rest it on the ground. Rummaging around the desk drawers for a pair of scissors, you find nothing. Instead you pat yourself down, checking your incredibly tiny pockets of your keys. In the front right pocket of your light blue jeans, your hands pull out your keys by the black lanyard. The tiny nazar beads, that dangled from the layard’s ring, jingle and hit each other as you walk back over to your box. A tiny grunt leaves your mouth as you bend your knees. You press the key into the box’s packing tape and slice it off, dragging the tiny piece of metal towards you.

After cutting open the boxes, you tuck them underneath the desk for you to handle later. Quickly, you slip back into your chair to check out some books for young jumping kids. Two kids hand you their library cards and a stack of books. You smile at them as you scan their books. Once you’re done, the kids run off with their mom.

Slipping out of your chair, you bend down to pick up a pile of neatly stacked books. The silence of the place stresses you out as you grab the few books and add them to the inventory, prior to printing out a label for the respective book. While you are doing this, a man and a little girl walk in. She must have been at least eleven years old, still filled with the love of reading most kids will start to lose around this age. Her tight curls, free from any relaxer, bounce as she runs off through the maze of book shelves.

The man himself looks a little bit older than you. He’s clean shaven with his curly hair slightly gelled back. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches you staring at him and he smiles at you. Your cheeks heat up while you flash him an awkward smile as all of your blood rushes to heat up your cheeks. Cursing underneath your breath, you return back to adding the books to the library's inventory.

One box and twenty three boxes in, the same girl from before catches your attention. You perk up from behind your stack of books. “What can I getcha?” Looking down on her, you smile–revealing your snaggle tooth. “Is there a book that’cha looking for?”

“Where’s Twilight ?” Your brain stops working. You just stare at her, giving her a blank face. Again, the child continued her thought, “You know, the book with sparkle vampires?”

“Yeah, I’ve read it. Seriously, how old are you, kid? Does your dad approve of you reading that?” Thankfully, the man with curly black hair approaches your desk. “Hey, I’m so sorry to ask you this, but do you know that your daughter wants to read Twilight ?”

The man laughs. “Oh, she’s my niece.” Your previous embarrassment resurfaces. “Well, I was gonna ask you, if you know if it’s appropriate for an eleven year old.”

Shaking your head, you sigh. “In a couple years, yes.” You lean over the desk, accidentally pushing your chest up with your arms. “Between you and me, I’m not a fan of the franchise. Edward is kinda a creep. I don’t know why everyone loves him.” You look down at the girl. “Why don’t you try the Percy Jackson series? I know we still have a couple copies of the first book left.” The girl sighs, dejected, but returns to the mountains of books–while her uncle stays with you. “It’s nice you took your niece here. She seems like an avid reader.” Grinning ear to ear–as if she is his own daughter–the man is proud of his niece. “She’s so smart.” He laughs. “She has Harvard written all over her.” His voice is filled with a sweet Texan tang. His laughter is filled with the warmth of tea, sweetness of sugar, and depth of the sea. As his laughter calms down, he asks “You don’t sound like you’re from here. Where are ya from?”

You run a hand through your thick dark brown hair, pushing it back. “D.C. Born ‘n raised there.” You hold back a school girl-like giggle. “Senior at Rice.”

“Will you be returning back to D.C.?” You shake your head. “So, Rice. What are ya majoring in?”

“Oh, it’s nothing special… Just double majoring in Art History and Neuroscience.” You laugh. “Drastically different, I know."

“Damn, we gotta smartass right here.” The two of you laugh in unison. “Name’s Tommy Miller.” In response you give him your name. “Pretty name.” He repeats it, as if he’s trying to commit it to memory. “I like it.”

“So,” you pause for a moment, “What do ya do?”

“Construction with my brother.” He points back to the shelves. “Sarah’s dad.”

“Damn you much be fucking strong.” You clasp your hands over your mouth. Sighing, “I said that out loud didn’t I?” Tommy nods. “Just fuckin’ fantastic.” You ramble on, “First I spilt hot coffee on my shirt, then I missed my bus, and now I just fuckin’ embarassed myself in front of a cute guy! Just perfect!” While you groan, Tommy bursts into laughter. You rub your temples. “Just perfect…”

“So, you think I’m cute?” Cringing inside, you freeze. “Or would handsome be better?”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Sometimes my mouth has a mind of its own and–” You’re caught off guard. Tommy slips you a note with his phone number on it. “Tommy, you don’t have to.”

“No, I insist. I would love to hear your mouth run on, but unfortunately, I think my brother would want his daughter home soon.” He flashes you a kind and genuine smile. “Call me?”

Grinning, you nod. “Will do.” Sarah runs up to your desk and hands you her book. Quickly, you check it out before handing it back to her. You give her a little wave “I hope you enjoy your book,” then you turn to Tommy, “Bye Tommy.”

After your shift ends, you take the bus back to your apartment. The moment you lock the door behind you, you press your hands against the chest while squealing. Out of the bottom of your bag, you find the note Tommy has left you. Slowly, you walk into the kitchen while still staring at the note. Once again, your hand digs through your bag and pulls out your phone. You stare at your two year old iPhone 4, staring at the blank screen. Minutes pass by, before you unlock it and dial Tommy’s number. It rings for a couple moments. You hold your breath until he picks up. “Hey Tommy, it’s me from the library.”

Even through the phone, you can feel his infectious smile in his voice. “What’s up Beautiful? Did you finish unloading those boxes?”

“Yeah, thank you for asking. Did you get your niece home on time?”

Just as you finish your sentence, you hear shouting from his side of the phone. “Tommy! What the fuck are you doing? Get over here! You’re food’s gettin’ cold!”

“Holy shit, did I interrupt your dinner? I’m so sorry…”

“No, not at all Beautiful.” Your heartbeat calms. “My brother probably just finished making it.” Tommy’s brother can hear the conversation happen over the phone. Angrily he storms up to Tommy and yanks the phone out of his hand. “Joel, you give that back! Piece of shit!”

You stay silent.

“Is this the girl Sarah told me about?” Your eyes widened. “C’mon Tommy! Tell me, is this your girlfriend?” Your cheeks heat up. Tommy’s brother speaks to you now. “Hey! Are you my little brother’s girlfriend?!” You can hear the man laugh at Tommy’s embarrassment. Honestly, it’s kind of funny how audibly flustered Tommy is getting. “Hello?” There’s a muffled voice, “I think she hung up.”

Sighing, you pinch the skin between your eyebrows. “No, I’m still here.”

You can hear light footsteps grow louder. A little girl’s voice comes from the other side of the call, “Uncle Tommy, have you asked the library lady out yet?”

Laughing, “Joel, right?” There’s even more commotion going on over the phone. “Can I talk to Tommy?” After a couple seconds of perfect silence, you speak. “Tommy?”

You can hear him groan. “Yeah, it’s me. Sorry ‘bout them?” After you give him a light chuckle, he laughs along with you. “Why don’t I call you back later?”

“Sounds perfect. I hope Sarah enjoys her book.” You make sure to hang up.

After you put your phone down on the tile counter, you rest your head right next to it. Screaming into the off-white tile, you let out every ounce of embarrassment. Quickly, you take out leftover take-out from your fridge and pops it into the microwave. While waiting the longest minute you’ve ever experienced, you pace around the kitchen. Once the food’s done, you flop on your old leather couch and eat your luke-warm food.

As you’re dozing off, with your CD player humming in the background, your phone rings. Unlike every morning when you need to wake up on time, you jump back to life to pick up the phone. “Tommy?”

“Hey Beautiful.” Your heart skips a beat as you process the nickname. “Sorry about my brother. He’s something else. And he’s probably mad at me for missing work yesterday.”

“Oh, don’t worry ‘bout it.” Cool leather comforts your bare legs. “It was kinda funny.”

“Well, I would love to talk to you in private–”

“So your brother was right? You’re asking me out on a date?”

“Was I that obvious?”

Laughing, you throw your head back. “I think the ‘Hey Beautiful’ was the only hint I needed.” You pause. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. It’s kinda funny. Have you forgotten about my stupid mouth?”

Tommy laughs, making him feel slightly better, “So maybe you’re the one asking me out?”

“Name a time and place. I’ll be there.”

“I’ll pick you up at the end of your shift.”

“Six o’clock. I’ll meet you at the garage entrance.”

“Perfect. I’ll see ya there. ‘Night Beautiful”

“Good night, Handsome.”

Tying back the front strands of your hair and reapplying kajal, you try to make yourself more presentable. After a couple moments where you stare at your deeply tanned skin to check for pimples, you rush out of the bathroom to the garage entrance. Your boot heels click together while you wait.

A dark green pick-up truck poorly parks in front of you. Your face brightens up as you see Tommy get out of the truck. He jogs over to you and the two of you hug. As you step back, you take in every ounce of ruggedness Tommy’s emitting. Smiling, you greet him, “Hey Handsome.”

“Hey Beautiful, you look amazing.” Both of your cheeks heat up at the same time while you’re staring at each other. “You ready to go?”

“Ready as ever.” Tommy opens the passenger’s seat to his car for you. Smiling at him, you whisper “Thanks.” Once he gets into the driver’s seat, you ask “So, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” You stiffen up, but as he smiles at you, all of your worries melt away. His tanned skin and freckles crinkles as he flashes his teeth at you. A few strands of thick curls flop into his face as he turns around to drive off from the local library. For a brief moment, you stare into your lap before watching the road and the sunset.

After the car stops, Tommy hops out and scurries over to open the door for you. As you get out, you thank him. Hesitantly, he holds your hand as the two of you walk into the restaurant. Once you sit down, you finally get a good look at Tommy. Finally, you can just find the constellations hidden in the galaxy of freckles all over his face. The dim light of the restaurant highlights the loose strands of hair. All you wanna do is to run your hands through it as you kiss him. Like that’s ever gonna happen. While you’re staring, the waiter comes over to your table, “What can I getcha to drink this evening?”

Tommy gestures to you to order first. “Diet Coke, please.”

“Is Pepsi okay?”

“Can I just have a water then?”

The waiter nods.

“And I’ll take a Budwiser.”

“I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

Once the waiter walks out of ear shot, Tommy chuckles, “Don’t like Pepsi?”

“Fuck no. It’s disgusting.” The smile on his face grows as you continue your rant about how Diet Coke is superior to Pepsi. “I refuse to trust anyone who likes Pepsi over Coke.” Sighing, you push some hair back, “Oh since you’re drinking, do you want me to drive you home?”

“I’ll be fine.” You look at him, absolutely filled with concern. Nervously pushing back his hair, Tommy swallows a lump in his throat. “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose on you.”

“It’s better to impose on me and be safe than to get in a car accident. Just make sure you have a glass of water with your drink.” You flash him a light toothless smile. “I’m perfectly fine with driving you home.” Laughing, you wink, “As long as it keeps you safe, Handsome.”

Tommy laughs along with you, “Well, I’ll have to make it up to you. Maybe, if this goes well, we can go on another date.”

“Sounds perfect. Is there anything you would like to do?” Tommy shakes his head. “I’m thinking too much about the future, maybe–”

“Thinking about the future?” You nod, slightly confused. “So what does your mind say about our future?”

“That was smooth, Miller.” A genuine laugh, that fills the room, falls from your chest. While you continue to laugh, Tommy smiles at you. “Well, my mind says it sees us going home, and…” You intentionally stop, you literally have no thoughts left in your brain.

“And what?” He grabs your hands, your chubby fingers interlock with his calloused ones. Before he can continue, the waiter places your drinks in front of you. “Thanks.”

“Thank you.” The waiter leaves. “C’mon Tommy, let your imagination run wild.”

“That’s a dangerous thing, Beautiful.”

Uncontrollably, you begin to laugh. “We’re really bad at flirting, aren’t we?”

“Maybe it’s just you.”

“‘Cuse you?”

“I said what I said.” He shrugs. “I can pick up any girl if I wanted to.”

Rolling your eyes, “Sure. And I’m the Queen of Mars.”

“Fine, choose any girl for me to try and pick up.” Your left index finger points to yourself. Tommy grins, I like a challenge. “I like a challenge.”

After the date, you walk Tommy to his front door. He invites you in, and you accept. The moment the door closes behind you, the now sober man presses his lips against you. While you try to process what’s happening, you kiss back. The moment Tommy pulls away, he asks “Did I read the situation wrong?”

“No, no. I wanted it, I was just surprised.” Giggling, you whisper, “Just shut up and kiss me.”

Tommy smashes his lips back onto yours. They’re soft and gentle yet hungry. Slowly, your arms wrap around his neck–pulling you closer to him. Smiling into the kisses, you back up and press yourself against the wooden door. His lips slip away from yours, leaving you breathless and panting, and starts to trail downwards. He carefully sucks little love bites into the soft flesh of your neck. While you’re too busy clinging onto his hair, Tommy’s hands make their way down to your waist. To your surprise, he squeezes your ass through your jeans. Gasping, Tommy takes that change to slip his tongue into your mouth. You let him guide you along in this tango. While you’re tugging on Tommy’s hair, he starts to button your jeans. As you let go of any concerns you had, Tommy pulls away and guides you to his room–and leaves you shuffling along the floor with your pants pooling at your feet.

Even before you can enter his room, the two of you are already practically naked; Tommy’s only left on his red boxers and you only have black cotton underwear. Soon enough, your bodies are colliding as you fall back onto his mattress. The two of you laugh as you continue to pet each other. Slowly, you crawl backwards enough that the bottom half of your legs dangle from the edge of the bed. His hands grope your chest as you try and sit up. Tommy’s legs rest on either side of your lap. Your eyes flicker down, just for a moment, and to your surprise you catch a glimpse of his bulge, his dick trying to free itself, and a tiny wet spot on the fabric. With the addition of this sight and the cool air, your nipples harden as your dark neck hair sticks up. Goosebumps cover your body. Tommy clearly sees his affect on you. You’re basically an open book for him to read.

With dark hair in your face, you try to hide your embarrassment. Before you can return to kissing him, Tommy uses his index finger and forces you to look at him. Smirking, he leans down–his face mere centimeters away from your face–and takes in the sight. He can see each thick eyelash as you blink up at him through your dark eyes and how your thick eyebrows can convey how much you’re enjoying this than the thinner–over plucked–eyebrows some other women had. He can see how perfect your hooked nose is. Grinning at your soft expression, Tommy pushes some of the hair out of your face, and tucks it behind your ear. “You’re so beautiful.” He presses a light kiss on your lips. “Seriously, I mean it.”

Chuckling, you smile. “You sure know how to make a woman feel special.”

Slowly, Tommy backs away and his finger hooks itself on the elastic of your underwear, pulling it off as he continues, “I want to make you feel more than special.”

As Tommy discards your underwear on the floor. Honestly you expected him to whip off his boxers and just go in, without any preparation; instead, he lowers himself and spreads your legs far apart. Soon enough you can barely see his hair as he buries himself right against your cunt. He takes his time and teases you with a few kitten licks across your clit. Warm shivers run across your spin as he presses a gentle kiss on the same place. Carefully, his lips lock on the sensitive and swollen bud, forcing a breath sigh out of you. Slight stubble rubs against your skin as Tommy smiles. The extra simulation knocks extra air out of your lungs.

His tongue caresses your clit in all the right ways. Soft moans fill the room. Ever so slightly, your back arches a little more, and you grind your hips against Tommy’s face as he pulls away to look up at you. His eyes, darkened with lust, stare directly at your half-lidded eyes. While you’re propped up on your elbows, panting, you see Tommy smirk. “Tommy, please. Please!”

“Please what, darling?” Groaning, you buck your hips up but Tommy pushes you back down. “C’mon, use your words. You’re a smart girl, I know you can.”

“Fuck,” you mumble underneath your breath. “Tommy, just please continue. Please suck my clit, it feels so good.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Tommy sinks back down and locks his lips back on your clit. He swirls his tongue around. The combination of the sucking and swirling has a tiny coil forming in your core. Carefully, he nudges your left thigh as he brings his hand up. A breathy moan echoes around the room, “Tommy~”

Slowly, he inserts his middle and index finger into your folds, and curls them. Each curl hits the right spot. Your breathy moans grow into loud begging and whimpering. The coil tightens more and more. Just before the coil could let anything out, Tommy pulls his fingers out. Glistening liquid drips down as he licks his fingers clean. He presses a wet kiss against your mouth; you could taste yourself and you whimper at his gesture. For a moment he stands there, taking in the sight. “Jesus, you’re gorgeous… I wish I could take a photo of this moment.”

“Come here, Handsome.” Giggling, you pull Tommy back down for another kiss. “Well, then. Maybe if you can make me finally cum, then maybe we can continue this.” You lean forward, looking up at him, and your fingers play with Tommy’s waistband before pulling his boxers off. The moment you pull the boxers down, Tommy’s dick springs free. You stare for a moment before pressing a light kiss on his tip. Ever so slightly, you swirl your tongue around, collecting a little bit of pre-cum. For a moment, Tommy shudders before you pull away. “Tommy, just fuck me.”

Laughing at the depravity laced in your voice, Tommy smiles. “Happily, Beautiful.”

You spread your legs out as far as you can as you lay back down. Tommy follows your downwards direction. Within moments of laying back on his soft, cool sheets, Tommy slips inside of you; you gasp. It’s a little bit of a stretch, but he’s able to fully fit inside. Once you’ve adjusted to his bigger than girth and average length, Tommy starts bucking his hip. He moves in and out of you. That familiar coil returns and begins to quickly tighten.

While his dick hits the right spot everytime, you squeeze around him. The two of you moan together in unison. Tommy watches you as you tilt your head back and arch your back into him. He caresses your cheek while you gasp and grab onto his back. One of your hands latch onto his hair, tugging on it. “Fuck. Tommy-” you barely able to get out in between moaning. “Please! Don’t stop!” The coil inside you reaches its tightest feeling that it's ever been. You let out a final loud moan before everything gets caught in your throat. “Tommy!”

With one final tug at his hair, you come undone right underneath Tommy. You let go and ride out your high as Tommy finishes inside you, calling out your name. He flops to the side of you, panting. The two of you lay there for a few moments before he turns to the side of you. “That was amazing.”

Laughing, you grin. “Maybe we can do this again sometime?” Tommy just presses his lips on yours. Once he pulls back, you look at him through your eyelashes. “So is that a yes?”

He wraps his arms around you, grinning like an idiot. “I thought I was obvious?” You lose it. A heartfelt chuckle, that comes from the pit of your stomach, fills the room. Tommy just looks at you laughing.

Unknowingly, you shimmy closer towards Tommy’s naked body. “I gotta say, I think this was the best date I’ve been on.”

Tommy turns you around to look at him. He’s absolutely over the moon. “Really? Well, then I’ll just make each date better and better.”

“You don’t need to do that, Tommy.”

“C’mon, you deserve to be treated like the queen you are.”

You burst out into laughter. “I already am.”

“Well then, it’s my duty to treat ya like a goddess.” Rolling your eyes, you gently push his shoulder back. “I’m serious.”

While pressing a kiss on his cheek as your cheeks heat up, you run your fingers through his still slicked back hair. “Damn, that gel is strong.”

“Wanna give it a run for its money?” Laughing together, you and Tommy slip under the covers. His arms wrap around you. For a moment, the two of you just lay there–taking in the soft yet sweaty moment–and you fall asleep right after you hear a “Good night, Beautiful.”

Even months after your first date, Tommy is still tormenting you at work.

As you sort books on the selves, your phone rings in your pocket. Sneaking a peak at your screen, you see a message from Tommy.

‘Hey Beautiful. Are we meeting at your place or my place tonight?’

‘We can do my place. Ain’t yours under the heavy watch of Joel? I don’t wanna upset him.’

‘Don’t even get me started. Just because I left a little early from work…’

Rolling your eyes as Tommy continues his rant about how mean his older brother is, you send him a quick reply. ‘Just remember to pick up the food this time. Oh, and what movie do ya wanna watch? <3’

‘Why don’t we make our own movie? ;)’

‘As much as I would love to, Handsome, can we talk about this later? I gotta work. Love ya.’

You stifle a laugh as you slip your phone back into your front pocket and you return to putting the books back into their proper homes.

Throughout the day something in your gut is telling you to do something. You just don’t know what that something is. And by the end of the day, your stomach is rumbling; you forgot to eat your lunch while you were helping Sarah with her homework. After she finished, you watched her walk home before you finished up your tasks. In the late evening, you were finally finished and you just immediately drove home.

Heavily panting, you run away from your apartment building. While you’re scrambling to your car, with your largest kitchen knife in your left hand, you try to yank out your keys. The moment you slip into your car, you lock it and call Tommy but he doesn’t pick up. Next thing you do is call Joel. Once again no answer. You just sit there in the car, staring at your phone. After a couple minutes, you get a phone call from an unknown number. “Hello?”

Tommy’s voice echoes into your ear, “Hey Beautiful, I’ll just cut to the chase. Can you come bail me out of jail? Look, I know I sound crazy, but some dude went beserk and tried attacking some waitress and I punched the fucker.” You sigh, Tommy’s always been a gentleman. “And if you don’t come pick me up soon, I’ll be stuck here all weekend.”

“I’m on it. Right after, we’re picking up Joel and Sarah.” You shake, “Tommy please tell me you’re not hurt.”

From the jail’s phone, you can hear Tommy smile. “Of course not. That fucker didn’t have a chance.”

After you pick up Tommy, you speed through every red light to get to Joel’s house. Outside, his car is nowhere to be seen. While Tommy’s frantically calling his brother, you kick down the front door. Hesitantly, you scream, “Sarah! Sarah!” You run upstairs to Sarah’s room, she’s still asleep. Gently, as if you were telling her to wake up for school, you shake her. “Sarah, we need to go. Tommy’s in the car trying to get a hold of your dad.” Realizing how this situation may seem after seeing one too many episodes of ‘Dateline’, you hide your knife behind your back. “Please trust me. Please.”

While she’s still trying to wake up, you pull her out of bed and drag her downstairs. As Sarah’s trying to get into the back of the car, one of the neighbors stumbles outside. Tommy’s still trying to get a hold of Joel. Before you could ask the old lady what’s happening, she runs at you. Almost animal like, she claws at you. Even though you’re initially knocked off guard, you grab your knife and jab it into the right side of her neck. Little blood comes out. Shocked, you take the knife out and slice across her neck. As her head falls to the ground, you stand there–watching how mushrooms are growing out of her wound.

Before anyone else could run at you like that old woman, a dark green truck rapidly speeds by before the driver slams on the breaks. As soon as the truck comes to a halt, Joel runs out. Glancing over at him, you see the clear distress on his face. Sarah leaps out of your car, and runs over to her dad. While they hug, you quickly slip into Joel’s garage and grab a free ax that is just begging to be used. If your knife couldn’t slice through those people’s head, you’re fucked. You run back to help Tommy out of your car, but he’s already hugging his brother. You stand there, watching the shared family moment. Sighing, you push all of your hair back and tie it back with your spare hair tie. All you want to do is figure out what the fuck is going on. While you’re thinking, Tommy snaps you out of your train of thought. He’s shouting for you to get in the truck, and you do; you sit in the back with Sarah.

Even combined, both you and Tommy are short on ration cards. That’s the moment he decides to tell you, “There's a town out west. It’s filled with survivors. I want you to come with me.” You look up at him, not knowing what to say. “There’s a chance to leave tomorrow.”

As you nod, you swallow a lump of saliva growing in your throat. “What about Joel? We should take him with us. He’s your brother.” Tommy shakes his head. You pause. “He’s lost his daughter, think about how devastated he may be. He can’t lose his brother too.” He doesn’t say anything. “Tommy? Tommy, please say something. Please.”

“I want you to come with me. Please. I love you. I can’t envision a life without you.” Tommy cradles your cheeks, and tucks some of your dark hair behind your ear. His mustache curves upwards as he smiles. “I love you.”

Hesitantly, you kiss him. As you press your lips on his, hope and dread fill your gut. Slowly, you pull away. “I love you so much. I love you Tommy.” Your dark eyes stare into his equally dark eyes. “I would love to go with you…”

“There’s a ‘but’. Isn’t there?” You nod.

“It’s not safe. What happens if either of us get infected? I don’t think I could kill you.”

“We won’t. I’ve been planning this for a while. There’s a car that we can use. It’s just half ‘n hour away from the QZ.”

“Fine. I’ll come with you. Just please promise me that you’ll tell Joel where we’re going. He deserves to know.”

“I will. I promise.”

“Alright. Name a time and place. We’ll leave then.”

#tommy miller x reader #tommy miller x you #tommy miller x f!reader #tommy miller x female reader #librarian!reader #middle eastern!reader #smut #fluff and smut #fluff #bad flirting #first date

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dramaticqueerio · 3 months

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When I was little, we got a huge custom library to hold all our books, and we had to measure the books for the right sizes to fit in the shelves.

Parents tried to stick to categories, like the Pratchett’s, Neil Gaiman’s, Political, Czech and Comics, but we also ended up with categories like small books and big books.

From that I learned multiple things.

The Neil Gaiman books were much more fun to sort through when I could see them all, and I started to read them with almost the same enthusiasm as the Discworld series

The Big Books were usually scary and boring, and hard to hide under the bedsheets when it was past my bedtime and parents came to check what the light peeking from under the door was.

The small books were fun. They were all old, and thin, and some even fit in the pocket of my shirt. I could never finish them, but I felt smart reading them, and people didn’t notice when I read them, so they couldn’t tell me that I was too small for them.

(my parents never did say that. My mum still remembered when she had to borrow books for her younger sister of seven years, because the librarian wouldn’t let her read them as she was “too little”)

The last thing I learned was that gravity still works even for little kids, and it hurts a lot when you fall from the chair you’re standing on with a stack of books on you.

The thing I’m learning now is that I’ll never read all the books we have, because there will always be more, and I’m mostly okay with that.

#discworld #terry pratchett #neil gaiman #booklr #books #storytime #books & libraries #library #I never understood why librarians would hold books they deemed unfit for the reader #as if it was their business in the first place

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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I love your writing ! If its not too much trouble can we get something with timmy ?

"Timmers, c'mon," Dick said, "she's a cutie. Go talk to her-"

"She's busy," Tim said blushing, looking down at the floor. Evidently, Barbara had a protegee of sorts. A Rookie librarian she was helping to break in or something. If that was a thing. Maybe some kind of intern?

But you were reshelving books. Looking content. And he really liked what that looked like. Chill and just vibing. Minding your business. He really didn't want to interrupt. It was weird, talking to girls when they were working.

Unless it was like a coffee shop or something where they could snark at you. But. Here? You were supposed to be nice.

"What's up with Timmy?" Barbara stage whispered.

"He thinks your new girl is cute," Dick explained over his protests that he was fine.

"Y/N?"

"Is that her name?" Dick said grinning.

"Dick-"

"Hey Y/N?" he called, "could you help us?"

You look up and put the book you were holding back on the cart until you could find the proper place for it and lope over, smiling. "Can I-"

"My little brother is looking for a book of maps," Dick said quickly, giving Tim a little shove as he clapped him on the shoulder, "Can you help him?"

"I sure," you answer, confused, looking from Barbara and Dick to Tim who was pointedly not looking at you. "They're this way-" You trail off and start that direction, confused.

"Maps?" Babs asked, raising and eyebrow.

"Lots of dark corners," Dick said grinning, " 'member that time-"

"No, and neither do you."

#Tim Drake #Tim Drake x reader #ask answered #librarian!reader #minors dni

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florencemtrash · 10 months

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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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#azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x day court reader #azriel x librarian #the shadowsinger and the inkbird #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic

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navybrat817 · 2 months

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His Favorite Person

Pairing: Librarian!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: You want to be more than friends with Ari.

Word Count: Over 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff, sweetness, friends to lovers (of sorts), Ari Levinson (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: More Beach Fun Nonsense! Hope you lovelies enjoy. @lovebittenbyevans requested Librarian AU, friends to lovers with Ari, and to dig his Toes in the Sand (fluff) with prompt #7 in bold. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You stood on your tiptoes to reach a book on the top shelf. You huffed out a breath and tried to stretch a little bit more, but your fingers barely skimmed the spine. It would’ve been easier to ask for some help, but you didn’t want to bother Ari. You bothered him enough during his shifts.

You should’ve known he was only standing a few feet away, watching the display with a smirk on his ridiculously handsome face. “Need some help?” He asked.

Managing not to fall into the shelf from the slight scare, you pointed to the book you tried and failed to grab. “If you wouldn’t mind?” You asked, dragging your eyes from his chest to his eyes. It was like looking into a storm, but warmth lingered in a way that told you not to fear any destruction left in its wake. “Please?”

Rugged was the word that came to mind whenever you glanced at him. A dark beard to match his long hair and jeans that showed off his large thighs, he even had the sleeves of his tight shirt rolled up so you could see his veins. The man could've easily passed for an adventurer instead of a librarian and you were certain he caught you staring at him more than once.

It wasn’t polite to stare, but was it fair for him to be so good looking?

“Don’t mind at all,” he said, plucking it from the shelf and placing it in your waiting hand. “You could’ve just asked me to grab it from the start, but you just had to be stubborn.”

“I wasn’t being stubborn,” you argued. He raised an eyebrow in response. “You just have a lot to do and I didn’t want to bother you,” you said, hugging the book to your chest.

“You were being stubborn, you’ve never once bothered me, and it’s part of my job to help.” Ari made a show of looking around, his silky hair flowing with the motion. “But I guess you’re right. I have so much to do since it’s so crowded today,” he joked.

It wasn’t a secret that the library was hit and miss in town. So many wanted their stories electronically and didn’t appreciate the feel of a book in their hands. Ari did what he could though since he took over as head librarian. Between overseeing the daily operations and managing his employees, he took his job seriously. You had no doubt he’d bring a much needed spark back to the place.

“Yeah, well, thanks for your help,” you said.

“Another romance novel, huh? Didn’t you just bring one back today?”

Your face grew warm before you nodded. Of course, he’d notice that. “You know me,” you mumbled, hugging the book tighter.

He took a step closer, searching your face with a gentle gaze. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with reading what you love.”

There was no judgement in his eyes and that made the corner of your lips lift in a smile. “I appreciate that.”

Being single, reading books like that allowed you to dive into various worlds and experience love. You could immerse yourself and imagine having a partner who would not only overcome obstacles with you, but would ensure that there would be a happily ever after. In a world often dark and negative, the escape gave you hope that one day you'd manage to find someone who could love you so deeply. You didn't want to think that romance only existed in books.

If only you were brave enough to take a chance and ask Ari out.

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you,” you began, walking beside him to head to the front desk. He took up a good portion of the aisle with his beefy frame and you had to tell yourself again not to stare. “I spoke with my boss about adjusting my hours and they approved it! I can do Story Time on Tuesdays.”

“That’s great!” The smile on Ari’s face was worth moving your schedule around. “I really appreciate you doing that for me. I owe you one.”

You wished you would’ve teasingly suggested a date as a form of payment, but you shrugged. “You don’t owe me anything. You’re my friend and that’s what friends do,” you said, cringing inwardly. It sounded lame to your ears.

“Yeah. Friends.” His smile faded slightly as he walked around the counter. “Just this book today, right?” He asked, slipping into his professional tone. Still pleasant to hear, but a touch of the usual warmth was gone. Like you were just like every other person who walked into the library.

“Yeah,” you replied, passing over your library card. “Did I say something wrong?” You added, your voice barely above a whisper.

“No, you didn’t,” he said, his large hand placing your card on top of the book. He passed it over to you and you couldn’t ignore the jolt of electricity that moved through you when your fingers touched. “Why would you think that?”

“It’s just…” Putting him on the spot wasn’t your intention and you didn’t want to point out his slight change in demeanor. “You do consider us friends, right?”

You didn't have a lot of close friends, but you considered Ari to be one of them. At the very least, he was friendly with you. It was possible that you read things wrong. Engrossing yourself in one too many books could’ve blurred your version of reality.

“Of course, I do. You’re my favorite person,” he replied. You leaned on the counter with a relieved and dopey smile at his statement. Were you really his favorite person? “But just because you’re my favorite person doesn’t mean I have to be yours.”

“But you are my favorite person,” you blurted out, covering your mouth when your voice echoed. “Sorry,” you added in a hushed whisper. It was a library. You needed to be somewhat quiet.

He chuckled and leaned on the counter, too, his eyes zeroed on you. “Oh, I am, am I? So, you don't actually come here to borrow romance novels. You’re just really looking for an excuse to see me.”

Your heart pounded, but you took a breath to keep your cool and hopefully not make a fool out of yourself. “I come here for the books and to see you, Ari,” you said carefully, the corner of your lip twitching in a smile. “But you obviously want to see me, too, otherwise you wouldn’t have asked me to do Story Time.”

“Well, yeah,” he smirked before softly adding, “Seeing you is the best part of my day.”

How did your knees not buckle? “It is?”

“Yeah, it is.” He smiled, almost to himself. “Can I ask you something?”

“You just did, but you can ask me another question,” you teased.

He stretched across the counter a bit more. “If I'm your favorite person and you're mine, why haven't we gone on a date?”

For a moment, it felt like the room sucked up all the oxygen. Breathing should've been natural to do, but you couldn't inhale as you stared at him. Glancing down at the book to get your bearings, it dared you to take a chance. A leap of faith. With a deep breath, you did.

“Because I've been waiting for you to ask me out and you haven't yet. And I've been too chicken to ask you myself,” you replied. You regretted the words the moment he stood up straight, his expression unreadable. He didn’t actually want that, did he? “I’m sorry. Forget I said that. Please.”

A second passed and his lips slightly parted, but he didn't speak. His silence said it all. Nodding with a heavy heart, you turned to walk away from the counter. You could lick your wounds later as you read another happily ever after.

“Shit. Wait.” Ari moved with impressive speed to block your path, his grip gentle on your arms to stop you. “Did you mean it? You really want to go on a date with me?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I do, but I understand if-”

“Thank fuck,” he sighed, your eyes rounding at his words. “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for days and I got worried there for a moment with the ‘friends’ comment that you didn't want anything beyond friendship.”

Your stomach did somersaults. Ari liked you. He wanted to ask you out. God, you almost ruined things before they started. “I’m sorry I worried you, but trust me. I'm very interested in you, Ari,” you smiled, forgetting you were in the library as you stepped closer. “And if you ask me, some of the best romances come from friendships.”

“They do.” He smiled back, his cerelain eyes lit up like yours. “And our story will be more romantic than any of those books you’ve been reading.”

Biting your lip, you watched as his gaze dropped to your mouth. What would it feel like if he bit your lip? “I don’t know. That’s a pretty tall order.”

He brought his mouth to your ear. “I’m a very determined man,” he whispered. No doubt he felt you tremble in his grasp. “Saturday night?”

“It’s a date.”

A date and the beginning of your love story.

We know this man would plan the perfect date, right? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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