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summylise  asked:

Nalu and Bookstore AU?

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Lucy sighed after being hit on for the 7th time that day. She knew she was pretty, but did guys really have to say that they wanted her to sit on their face? It was disgusting, and she was over it.

As she pushed the book cart around the corners she smacked into a man with ragged clothes and mussed hair.

“Do you have any books on dragons?” He asked, and Lucy looked at him strangely.

“Yeah, they’re right over there under the label of ‘dragons’,” she said like he was an idiot. Couldn’t this guy read?

“Thanks, lady! You’re the best!” The man high-tailed it over to the dragon section without another word, and Lucy sighed and continued to push her cart around the store until she finished.

A while later, she was checking a message from Levy on her phone when she heard a loud thud on the countertop. She turned to yell about the noise, but her voice caught in her throats when she saw the pile of books higher than the man’s height.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked, dropping her phone in shock.

The man scoffed. “I’m buying books. What does it look like I’m doing?”

“B-But that’s all the dragon books!” Lucy stuttered, her mouth dropping open as she picked up her phone.

“Well, I saw how sad you looked,” he said, folding his arms over his chest, “so I decided to buy these from you. I want to know all there is to know about the most badass creature ever!”

Lucy’s face flushed lightly as she rang him up, and she grinned when he told a joke that was not sexual unlike the others.

“Hey, would you like to get coffee sometime?” he asked with a grin that shocked her brain.

“O-Oh! Sure!” she said with a smile of her own. Lucy didn’t think he would ask so politely and quickly, but it was a pleasant surprise.

“I’m Natsu,” he said, sticking out his hand once she handed him his bags.



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BTS | Their GF Is Attacked By A Stalker *Personalized Reaction Contest Reaction*

S/o is attacked by a stalker (saesang or a guy who doesn’t know what ‘no’ means), how would BTS retaliate or get revenge?

He had noticed a change in your behavior over the course of several weeks; looking over your shoulder, being clingy in public even though you really weren’t big into skinship, and jumping at the smallest noise.

At first he thought you might have just been shook up by some of the recent twitter comments, but when your jumpiness lasted longer than when your relationship was outed he started to get suspicious that something else was going on.

You worked at BigHit as a secretary so whenever he could he would he would just check up on you and see how you were doing, since he hadn’t gotten any answers out of you about what was wrong.

Good thing he had…one day when he went to check on you he found you standing alone in one of the empty practice rooms, standing in front of the mirror looking at your arms which had bruises on them.

“Ros…what happened?” he questioned, startling you.

You looked down at the floor before beginning to tell him about the assistant manager that had been flirting with you the last few weeks, but hadn’t liked the word ‘no’.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned.

“I thought I could handle it,” you replied sadly, “Then when I told him that I didn’t appreciate what he was doing especially since he knows I’m dating you, things got worse and he grabbed me.”

“You should have told me…”

Needless to say that none of this when over well with him. He didn’t confront the guy but he did make sure that management knew every detail that he could finally get out of you and made sure that not only was he fired, but whenever he tried to get a job anywhere else they would be well informed of his harassment towards women.

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librarian jeremy spending most of his days pushing those book carts around, restocking the shelves. but sometimes he sneaks off to hide behind the encyclopedias to read his own book when it’s not busy.
that’s how michael finds him the first time, nose deep in a book, his glasses dangerously low on his nose as he read, back pressed into a shelf

Beauty and the Beast College AU

Adam decides to ask Belle to his fraternity’s annual super fancy dinner event.  

Credit to @dereksprettyboy for letting me use their college au ideas.  This does link back to my story from yesterday, but again I tend to write out of order.  

Adam felt a fluttering of nervousness course through him as he walked into the library for work that day.  This was an emotion that he was entirely unfamiliar with until just recently and he was not enjoying it.  Knowing that Belle was the cause for his nervousness made things even worse.  Since when did a girl turn Adam Tornros into a case of nerves?

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anonymous asked:

hi this may be an unusual ask but, in less than a month i am likely going to be promoted into a different department. i'll be working in a library branch as a book shelver or something similar. i wanted to know if you i guess, have any tips for working in a library? sorry if this is vague im just curious, i saw that youre a reference librarian so i thought youd have some??

I sort of like how vague it is?

20 Random Tips for Library Survival:

  • It really does matter where the books go. If it’s not where it’s supposed to be on shelf, in rough sort, or on display, it doesn’t exist.
  • Be very wary of the “no fines for library employees” rule. 98% of us can’t handle that kind of responsibility.
  • Do whatever the director says. Drop everything for them.
  • Ditto for board members.
  • Patrons will assume that because you work in a library you know everything about it. It is your job to pass these questions off to the correct authority.
  • Understand how to use the catalog. Someone has to.
  • Never promise anything.
  • Children are always right.
  • Befriend your tech support.
  • Befriend whichever librarian is in charge of ordering materials for your favorite collection. They’ll order almost anything you want (so long as it’s new and moderately priced).
  • If you stare blankly and smile at a patron long enough, they’ll stop telling you their racist theory about the economy.
  • It’s really hard to push 50lb book carts in high heels when you only weigh 108lbs.
  • Fill displays whenever you can.
  • Beware the phrase “we’ve always done it this way.”
  • Wear gloves when working with children’s books or cookbooks.
  • Always feed the reference librarian.
  • Reader’s advisory is everyone’s job. Be prepared to talk about books, movies, or music that you love.
  • Never judge anyone on their tastes. Every book has its reader and every reader their book. It’s not up to you to decide what’s good and what’s bad.
  • Speak softly around technical services workers. They spook easily.
  • Keep a parka in your locker. You’ll need it.

anonymous asked:

We’re studying in the library and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks and we keep sharing embarrassed glances - Ziam please

So this is slightly different than the prompt asked for, hope that’s okay. That seems to be a theme with me lately. Once again anon thank you for sending me all these amazing prompts. Hopefully I can write more later today and tomorrow

The library was Zayn’s safe place on campus, a place where he could be one with the books. Louis always made fun of him for it, even though he was partially the reason why Zayn found solace there. He could get lost in the silence of the massive building, books upon books to read. Any subject he had a question about, the answer was probably found in these old, dusty books. That was also why he was studying English as well. So many things to uncover and different ways of interpreting a single text. With maths and history answers were always concrete, you couldn’t fake your way through it. With English though, you could talk in circles and still make sense and get a passing grade. Right now was crunch time, midterms. Besides exams Zayn had three term papers to complete within the next two weeks. Louis complained that he could only study well in their room, so being the good friend that he is Zayn made his trek across the campus to his go to spot. Not that it bothered him anyway. He smiled at Niall who was manning the coffee cart outside the building, promising that he’d stop to see him after his study session. Niall was a good lad, supplied Zayn with endless amounts of caffeine during his late night cramming sessions.

He threw his bag in the table, hoping he didn’t crack the screen of his laptop. This table was his favorite, too. A secluded location on the top floor, right next to the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the art building. A building that stuck out like a sore thumb, the architecture of the building was a juxtaposition to the whole entire campus. Zayn understood it, he even thought of a minor in art history when he first enrolled. He could appreciate an abstract piece of art even when he didn’t fully understand it. He sighed as he unzipped his bag and pulled out his laptop and the book he needed to read for his English literature class. He needed to write a ten page paper comparing and contrasting female writers from the nineteenth century. Didn’t seem that hard, at least at first it didn’t. Zayn welcomed a challenge, it got his mind thinking in ways he wasn’t use to. He started up his laptop and opened up his Spotify, another perk of his isolated location. No one was around to be bothered by him playing music without using his headphones. The only other person on this floor was the student librarian, Liam. Zayn knew of Liam outside of the library, he was captain on the footie team, helping the school wins its first title in over twenty years. He was well known around campus without acting stuck up about it, which was a shock. Today he was stacking books in the back, his own headphones on as he pushed the book cart across the floor.

Half hour into his writing Zayn noticed Liam was back behind his desk, headphones now off. He wasn’t bothered by Zayn’s music seeing he clearly bobbing his head to Drake. It was comforting to know that he wasn’t disturbing anyone. He was typing fast, his brain filled with ideas and he was determined to get it all down before they got lost. He looked up when he saw someone from the corner of his eye, giving them a head nod as a greeting. They guy went down the Russian literature section that had Zayn internally groaning, that course was waiting for him next semester. He went back to writing, getting lost in his work once more. It felt good to feel this determined, to actually set a goal for himself and maybe being able to accomplish it. He was going to reward himself with a massive iced latte, with an extra shot of hazelnut as a treat. It was stupid but it was the little things that made Zayn work harder. His goal was to write five pages of one of his ten page papers and it looked like he was going to achieve his goal within the next hour. He had three and a half pages written, and hopefully written well. One and a half pages left to write and he was free until he dragged himself up here the next day to hopefully repeat today’s events.

“What the-?”

Zayn paused his typing at the sound of a groan. It was obviously loud enough that it was heard over both his typing and music. He looked around, hoping he wasn’t going crazy and hearing things. Liam was still behind his desk, typing on his own computer. Zayn stood up, stretched his arms above his head before walking over to Liam.

“Hey Zayn, what’s going on?” He asked.

“You okay?” Zayn asked, cocking his head to the right a little bit to size Liam up.

“Yeah,” he let out slowly, obviously confused over why the question was asked. “Are you?”

Zayn shook his head and smiled, now embarrassed. “S-sorry. I heard a noise and thought it was you but now I know it wasn’t and I feel incredibly stupid.”

“Don’t,” he told him, placing a hand on Zayn’s for the quick reassure. “You’ve been working for a long time, maybe you’re just getting tired.”

“True,” he laughed. “Five hours staring a screen maybe is a long time.”

Liam gave Zayn a reassuring, light hearted smile before Zayn walked back to his seat. He flipped open his reading material once more and tried to resume his writing. He was on a good roll and now he felt like it had lost it. His mojo was gone. His five page plan looked bleak, looked more like a four page plan. Which wasn’t a bad thing but Zayn didn’t want to be behind when he had so much to do in such a short period of time. He changed the music, maybe a mix up of things would get him going again. The room was now quiet, just the soft sound of Liam typing in the distance when Zayn heard the noise again. He quickly turned around at Liam who was looking at him with eyebrows raised. Okay so he wasn’t going crazy and hearing things. This time Liam walked from behind his desk and over to Zayn. He sat next to him and just waited. Waiting for what? Zayn had no idea but clearly Liam knew what he was waiting for. Sure enough, the noise could be heard again.

“Oh my god!” Liam gasped, trying to remain silent as he did so. “What the hell was that?”

“Is someone up here with us?” Zayn asked, turning off his music once more. “I’ve been so enthralled with my work that I don’t know if anyone is here.”

“I saw some guy like an hour ago,” Liam recalled. “Holy shit! Holy shit!”

“What! What!” Zayn asked, slapping Liam’s arm, hopefully getting some information out of him.

“A girl followed him up here a few minutes later,” he laughed. “Someone is having sex in the Russian literature section.”

“Pushkin gets me hot too,” Zayn joked, pushing his chair out slowly, hoping not to scrap it against the floor and make noise. He stood up and smiled down at Liam. “Come on.”

“What! No!” Liam told him. “Za-Zayn stop!”

“Come on, Leeyum,” he laughed, pulling gently on his arm. “Don’t you want to know who rudely interrupted our studying?”

“No, not really,” he replied, shaking his head. “Let’s leave them to their business and continue with ours. Okay?”

“No,” Zayn responded. “These people are not respecting the books. The books need to be respected, Liam.”

“Zayn,” Liam groaned and tried to stifle a laugh when the couple in the aisle made a similar noise. “They can’t be that much longer, yeah, so let’s just drop it.”

Zayn shook his head in dismay at Liam, how dare he just want to leave this alone. These people were clearly being disrespectful to not only Liam’s place of work but the books. The books! They couldn’t stick up for themselves so someone had to and that someone was going to be Zayn Malik. He tip toed as quietly as possible towards the shelves to catch these rude intruders. The first two shelves were clear, only six more to go. Once he approached the fourth he saw Liam sigh and give up to follow him. Good. It was better with a partner anyway. Someone to back up his story when he told Louis later. He kind of wished Louis was there with him, he’d be the first to jump out of his seat and help Zayn. Not for the respect part just because Louis was the biggest gossip he ever met.

“Welcome to the team,” Zayn greeted Liam with a smile. “Time to put these no good people in their place.”

“Oh yeah, you’ve got them shaking in their boots,” he replied dryly. “Totally going to scare them now.”

Zayn rolled his eyes and grabbed for Liam’s hand which was slightly clammy, probably nerves. They walked a few feet to the next shelf in silence, Zayn tried to hold his breath trying not make any unnecessary noise. The noise got louder and more aggressive, okay now Zayn was trying to suppress a laugh. This was all kind of a little bit ridiculous if he stopped to think about it. But he couldn’t stop to think about it now, these books demanded respect. He peeked at the next shelf and sure enough he had caught the assailants, going at it between ancient Russian romance novels and Russian history. How sexy. Zayn looked behind at Liam who was still shaking his head and rolling his eyes at him. His free hand was covering his mouth but it was evident that he was laughing behind his hand. The laugh lines by his eyes were a dead giveaway. Useless.

“Excuse me,” Zayn said harshly towards the couple.

The parted quickly, or as quickly as they could seeing the girl was kneeling on the carpeted floor.

“Can’t you find a room to do that in?” Zayn asked and stood square in front of the couple. The guy quickly trying to button his pants back up as the girls sheepishly stood up, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. “What you’re doing is not only rude but disrespectful.”

“Sorry bro,” the guy apologized, shocked at Zayn’s outburst. “Didn’t realize you’d be so against a quick blowie in the library.”

Zayn looked over at Liam and quickly pulled him closer. He wasn’t going to look like the asshole alone. “I don’t care where you get your jollies mate. Just don’t do that to the books.”

“Th-the books?” He gawked, running his hand through his hair. “You can’t be serious.”

“These books deserve better,” he explained. “These beautiful pieces of literature were not written so you can have a quickie amongst them.”

The girl looked over a her boyfriend and then at Liam, hoping someone could make sense of what was going on. “I-I’m sorry, but you’re upset over some books.”

“Some books,” Zayn scoffed looking over at Liam for some help, tightening his grip on their connected hands. “Please.”

“Ignore him,” Liam told the couple. “As you can tell he’s very passionate about this. Can you just umm, I don’t know. Finish this up somewhere else, okay?”

“Sorry bro,” the guy repeated, this time to Liam. He patted him on the back as he and his girlfriend passed by. “That goal to end the last season was sick man. Epically sick.”

“Thanks,” Liam took the compliment graciously with a tight smile. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Zayn huffed at Liam, releasing their hands with a upset sound. He stomped back to his seat to collect his things. He was so upset over the couple and his lack of completed work that he was even considering not getting his iced latte after all. But hell, he deserved it. He had put up with enough crap today that he’d even give himself two shots on hazelnut.

“What’s wrong?” Liam asked once he caught up with a fast moving Zayn. “You can’t be that upset over some books.”

“Some books,” he scoffed and zipped up his bag. “You don’t get it Liam, do you?”

“Obviously not,” he laughed. “Look if it’s any consolation, these things rarely happen around here.”

“Liam,” Zayn began with a sigh and threw his heavy bag over his shoulder. “One day I want what I write to be on these shelves. I’m not mad at the kid getting off, more power to him honestly. It’s the principle of it all is it.”


“I don’t want my work to be thrown up on a shelf and be disregarded like these works are,” he continued to explain. “I respect the written word. And maybe that makes me a nerd or whatever but so be it. That’s just who I am I guess.”

“I can respect that,” Liam told him with an understanding nod of his head. “Don’t get it but I respect it.”

“Don’t you have something you’re so passionate about that it drives you insane?” He asked, his eyes wide and animated with emotion.

Liam stood in front of Zayn silent. He shuffled on his feet and visibly swallowed his nerves down. Honestly? Yeah, Liam did have something he was truly passionate about that drove him insane and it was Zayn. He all started at the beginning of the year. He’d watch him come to the library almost everyday and sit in his lonely section. Liam would just spend the whole time watching him as he studied, trying to find the courage to talk to him. He was attractive but that wasn’t what kept Liam feeling helpless. It was passion and his drive as he worked so hard at whatever he was working on. Zayn the English major with soft eyes and sharp cheekbones with black ink painting both his arms. He was breathtaking.


“Get coffee with me,” he blurted out.

“Wha-what?” Zayn asked, taken aback at Liam’s outburst.

“Get coffee with me,” he repeated boldly. “You want to know what I’m so passionate about then come get coffee with me and I’ll tell you. Just warning you that it’ll shock you.”

Zayn scoffed. “After today nothing is going to shock me.”

“Is that a yes then?” Liam asked, hoping it didn’t sound like he was begging.

“It’s a yes,” Zayn confirmed. “You’re buying though. And just to let you know I want a double shot of hazelnut.”

“I can do that,” Liam laughed. “Come on. Niall should be closing up soon and his cart is the only coffee I trust on campus.”

maria-is-my-love  asked:

'you suck at dancing but you’re doing it in the middle of a bookstore to the crappy music on the radio and I think it’s pretty damn cute au' GAJEVY! oh my god! isn't it perfect??? and ADORABLE!


Gajevy one shot: Twinkle Toes (modern au)

Levy growled in frustration, letting out a little huff as she placed more books on the shelf. Honestly, as much as she loved Jet and Droy, their taste in music sucked.

They had the radio on the same awful station all day and it was finally beginning to break through the last of her patience. She couldn’t change it though, it was their turn to decide the music for the day after all.

The worst of it though was that all the songs were so damn catchy, more than once she found herself humming along or swaying her hips gently to the tune. This was an almost weekly routine of hers. They would play the bad music, she would silently fume about it all day, and then toward closing time she would find herself coming under the influence of the incessant noise.

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