Request- Zeke Asking Jacob If Going To The Horse Range Was A Date And Jacob’s Friend Asking Jacob If

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I feel confident enough in my writing to have my first request post. Please feel free to drop one into my ask box!

The Shipathon starts this month! Reblog this post if you are willing to take requests/prompts for the Shipathon: specify which weeks and what kinda of requests you will take in the tags, please! Happy Shipping!

Wanda, Loki, and Peter on who should be blamed for making the multiverse:

I wish Operation: POOL showed negative Chad, 362, and 60. ARE THEY TOTAL LOSERS OR WHAT? I WANNA KNOW. If Rachel (or Lehcar lol) wasn’t even Supreme Leader of the DNK, what was she even doing?

I can’t find headcanons

The Library’s New Accountant

Remember in “And the Fangs of Death” when Charlene nearly flips when Eve tells her that Cassandra’s doing the accounting?

Well, now I wonder if Jacob took over for her, since he was in charge of the company’s finances when he still worked for his father. I can absolutely see him sitting in Charlene’s old office with those enormous ledgers, wearing his glasses because holy hell, she’s got some funky handwriting, making notes on a legal pad next to him as Cassandra pouts and mutters about how she had it under control, honestly. (She didn’t. Not at all.) Charlene appears in the mirror every now and again to answer questions for him, and every time they go on a mission, Jacob collects all their receipts. And when Flynn makes one of his sporadic visits, Jacob drags him to the office by his ascot, telling him he better hand over those damn receipts because he’s getting a damn headache trying to figure out all of Flynn’s expenditures without them. And when Flynn leaves again, Jacob angrily shouts after him, “Keep your fucking receipts, Carsen!” 

Charlene’s almost in tears when she sees Flynn sulk in and hand over a little Ziploc baggie full of receipts to Jacob, she’s so proud of him, what a good boy.

Priest: Repeat after me.

Ezekiel: After me.

Priest, looking at Jacob: Are you sure you want to marry this one?

every so often im struck by the memory of one of my college professors getting very angry with our class (art history of pompeii 250) because when she excitedly detailed the ingenious roman invention of heated floors in bathhouses via hearths in small crawlspaces, we asked who was tending the fires. she said "oh, slaves i suppose. but that isnt the point". and we said that it actually very much was the point. she had just told us that in roman society there were dozens of people, maybe hundreds, who spent every day of their enslaved lives crawling in cramped, hot, smoky tunnels to light fires to warm pools of water (which they were not allowed to swim in). how could that not be the point?

she wanted us to focus on the art, on the innovation of heated plumbing, on the tiles and decorations of the bathhouses, and all we wanted to do was learn more about the people under the floors. and she didn't know anything more about that. in fact, she said she thought we were focusing too much on superfluous details.

it feels almost hokey to put too fine a point on the idea im getting at here but i will anyway: There are a lot of people who are still under the floors. all these beautiful, convenient, brilliant innovations of modern society (think fast fashion, chatgpt, uber, doordash) are still powered by people working in inhumane, untenable conditions.

the people who run these systems want you to focus on the good - who doesnt love warm water? - but if anything is going to improve or change in our lifetimes, you need to examine these things with an attentive, critical, and empathetic eye. and for fucks sake stop ordering from amazon

Cassandra: I like your top, Ezekiel.

Jacob: I have a name.

Cassandra: [spits out drink]

Request: how about Jake getting Zeke a pet

This was not how Jacob thought he and Ezekiel would get a pet. He expected to go to a shelter and pick one out. He did not expect to be on a mission and a kitten would end up in their clutches.

“Maybe it’s lost,” Jacob said to Ezekiel who was cooing to the small ball of fluff while sitting on Jacob’s desk 

Jacob had had a plan. He wanted a puppy. And while they were picking out the puppy, we wanted to spring the question on Ezekiel. This was not part of his plan.

Ezekiel looked up at Jacob with the most heart-broken expression. “What if it’s not?”

“Well...” He hung his head again. He was trapped. “Let’s hang flyers. If no one calls, we can keep it. But I ain’t cleanin’ it’s litter box.”

Ezekiel grinned brightly at Jacob. “Oh, thank you, love,” he gasps, getting up and hugging Jacob.

“Its no problem, darling.”

It was a big problem. This kitten was the thing they’d been looking for the night they’d gone for the mission.

“Its a what?” Eve asked, looking at the kitten, well, cub, as Ezekiel played with it.

“A nemean lion cub,” Jacob said. “In Greek mythology, it’s fur was indestructible. Hercules used it’s pelt as shawl to protect himself from the monsters.”

“This kitten was causing the mischief?” Ezekiel asked, looking up at Jacob. He seemed really upset that he had to give up the kitten.

“No,” Jenkins said. “That was his mom looking for her cub.”

Jacob bit his lip. 

“And by taking him, there’s even more and that’s why the clippings book is mad a us?” Cassandra asked.

“Precisely, Miss Cillian,” Jenkins said. “Now, I suggest bringing back the cub now to save from any further damage.”

Ezekiel had disappeared, the nemean cub left on Eve’s desk.

“You guys go on without me and Jones,” Jacob told them, leaving the other three behind.

Jacob grinned as he pulled Ezekiel through the back door. It was a couple days after the team had returned the cub to it’s mother and put it in the magical creature room in the library.

“Where are we going, love?” Ezekiel questioned, hands intertwined together.

“You’ll see,” Jacob told him, grin coming through into his voice.

He wished he got Ezekiel’s expression on camera when he heard the yapping of dogs and puppies, but it’d always be in his mind.

“Lets pick one out,” he suggested to Ezekiel. “Give it the loving home it deserves.”

Jacob’s free hand pressed against the velvet box in his pocket.

Ezekiel let go of Jacob and looked into the different cages of all of the dogs and came across the biggest one. His eyes widened and his heart melted at the sight of the Saint Bernard named Parker.

“This one, eh?” one of the pound workers inquired. “He’s had his fair share of abuse and abandonment.”

“Jacob, we need this one,” Ezekiel said, looking at his partner. His eyes had the doeiness again in them and Jacob knew he wouldn’t be able to say no. How could he to an animal that needed help.

“Can we go into the kennel with him?” Jacob asked.

“Yeah. Take your time. Let him warm up to you before you decide to take him home.”

It didn’t take long for Parker to warm up to them. He was easy to trust, like Jacob, but also held back, like Ezekiel. Both men fell in love.

“Ezekiel, I... I want to ask you something,” Jacob said, suddenly nervous. “For the past two years we’ve been together, you continuously rock my world. You are the love of my life and I’m happy I never showed up for the librarian job and we met when we did.”

Jacob dropped to one knee.

“What are you doing you wanker?” Ezekiel asked, a blush coming to his cheeks. 

Parker’s head tilted to the side with a slight whine.

“Will you marry me, Ezekiel Jones?” Jacob asked, finishing his proposal.

Ezekiel launched himself at Jacob and wrapped his arms and legs around him. He kissed him passionately. “I will. I will marry you, Jacob Stone.”

They went home with a ring around one finger and with a giant, furry, drooling dog. Ezekiel was mad he hadn’t been able to ask first, though. The dog made up for it.

I need more blogs to follow centered around “The Librarians”

If you got a blog like that, please reblog this post bc I’m desperate for content. (I’m chill with all ships, so don’t be afraid to reblog bc of that.)