#jake stone

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Leverage 2x5 - "The Three Days of the Hunter Job"

The Librarians 4x9 - "And a Town Called Feud"

[queenofglassbeliever]

And the Curse of Cindy

[cowboylikme]

Flynn, how did you become the Librarian? Uh, the previous Librarian… died.

[ask-the-almighty-google]

Obviously they’re all very, very smart but.

The Resemblance Is Uncanny.

[eepersjeepers]

I accidentally finished The Librarians, Leverage: Redemption and Almost Paradise all this week and now I don’t know what to do with myself, I’m so lost. Well guess it’s time to start OG Leverage from the beginning again and just repeat the loop of all of these shows forever :)

[geekynightowl1997]

Okay- but...

Has anyone else noticed that at least with Dean Devlin- Christian Kanes characters all have some sort of ties to each other?

I mean:

Eliot Spencer; A military bred, mercenary trained, with multiple aliases- with a specific skill set, con-artist.

Jacob Stone; An art historian, with multiple aliases, genius brain, eidetic memory (?), librarian.

Alex Walker; con-artist, with multiple aliases, an eye for detail, retired giftshop owner.

The characters might not be the same but there still enough for them to be long lost triplets or something.

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: The Librarians

Sample Size: 1,800 stories

Source: AO3

[bi-demon-ium]

thinking about groups of quirky obviously neurodivergent geniuses (all with different strengths that compliment each other) brought together by dangerous, wild circumstances who have no one but each other, who find a found family in each other because there's no one who will miss them that isn't part of this, because no one else really understands, who were alone before all of this but will never be alone again,

[lightthewaybackhome]

I'm watching Leverage and the Librarians at the same time, and it's so funny to see Christian Kane play both Eliot Spencer and Jacob Stone. His body language, facial expressions, and everything are so different for Eliot, so much more intense. It's incredible.

(But in almost every episode of Librarians, I'm like, "Oh, hello Eliot." Lol)

[banapricot]

Okay season 4 of the librarians is definitely the worst one. The major conflict of the later half contradicts a lot of things that have already been established. Ezekiel and Jake would definitely argue over who should be the tether, but it's a little unlikely Ezekiel would actually want to be tied down like that, and it really doesn't make sense that Jake's advocating for there to only be one librarian - he's repeatedly admitted that he likes working with Cassandra and Jones, that he felt like he finally had people he belonged with, that he only started working alone after s1 because he was worried he wasn't good enough. None of them want to split up! They've already learned that they work better together! That was the whole point of the s3 finale, along with the sentiment that there's always another way - Flynn is the only one who has yet to internalise all this by s4.

[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.

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Leverage 1x6 - "The Miracle Job"

The Librarians 4x3 - "And the Christmas Thief"

[queenofglassbeliever]

[cowboylikme]

I don't even know why we went our separate ways. It just happens to people. No, it doesn't. Not to us.

[imaginewarehouse]

Jacob Stone x Reader || Oneshot

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.

🔆🔆🔆

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."

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Guess what arrived today >:D