The library is empty. You really shouldn't expect anything different, coming to the library at such an ungodly hour of the night.
You're not normally in the library at 2:30 am, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
You scan the scene as you you enter the front lobby, aside from the great ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner, you could hear a pin drop. Good. You have a big test coming up in a few days and you need a quiet place to study.
You climb the stairs to the second level of the library, one reserved for thick, leather bound reference books and filing cabinets of digital media. The second floor is your favorite because, along with bountiful resources aiding you in the study of medicine, there are several bean bags in one of the corners.
Pulling your textbooks and notebook closer to you, you make a beeline for the comfy corner. Like always, the plushy mound of lintel-filled pillows awaits like a hip throne. Dropping your study materials in a heap on the ground, you push off from the carpet and dive into the sea of brightly colored canvas.
When your body makes contact with the bean bags you hear a painful:
"AGHHHHHHH!" From beneath you.
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Someone Under Stress Meets Someone Looking Pretty (Lin-Manuel Miranda X Reader)
Fanfiction*Inspired by "Empty Libraries" from tumblr user manuelmirandamn* And as both the writer and the reader of this story, I invite you to write yourself along side with me, into a narrative of what might have happened if, instead of a Latino-hip-hop fus...
