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tensonline · 4 years

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busy busy boy

based off of the “wayv as male thot jobs post”

this is footlocker employee!xuxi and coworker o/c

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You were tired.

Your feet are aching from standing for almost the entirety of your shift. For the past six hours, you’ve had to deal with greasy teenage boys looking for the latest Nike shoe, helicopter parents wanting to make sure their kid had the best fit and angry customers trying to make a return without their receipt. Working at Foot Locker was exhausting.

“Hey _____, do you want to take your fifteen? I can cover you for right now,” your coworker, Seulgi, said.

“Oh my god yes please,” you said. Bless Seulgi’s heart, you thought. Your patience was starting to diminish by the hour. It was already five hours into your shift and you still hadn’t eaten lunch nor did you get enough sleep last night. College was a bitch and so was that Sensation and Perception class.

“Go ahead and go, I got you,” Seulgi replied.

“Do you want anything from Starbucks?,” you asked, “I gotchu so don’t worry about it.”

“Just an iced americano, please,” she said, “I’ll Venmo you the money when you come back.”

“Don’t worry babe. I’m pretty sure Ten is working right now anyway,” you said. Your childhood best friend and roommate had left earlier than you in his Starbucks uniform, but he mentioned covering a coworker’s shift.

Seulgi laughed, “Got it. By the way, give him my number, yeah?” Seulgi threw a wink at you as you gagged. “Fine, fine. I’ll be back with our drinks. Good luck with the white mom over there by the Air Jordans. She’s been trying to get us to give her an employee discount.”

Seulgi rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath as you walked away. You laughed at her reaction and hoped for her sake that the mom wouldn’t try to mess with her. Seulgi was incredibly intimidating when she wanted to be.

Working at the mall wasn’t as bad as you originally thought it would be. Since most of the workers were college students from either your school or the nearby universities, you enjoyed talking to your coworkers. They made your shifts bearable and entertaining.

It also helped that your childhood best friend worked at the Starbucks in the very same mall. You and Ten had grown up together and formed a friendship in middle school. Both of you stuck by each other in high school, applied to nearly the same schools, and decided to enroll in the same university. It was known that wherever Ten went, so did you. You two were inseparable.

As you rounded the corner, you saw Ten at the counter laughing at what someone was saying. Of course, he’s flirting on the job. Well, you mused, at least this one has a nice back. And he’s tall.

Wait.

He’s wearing a black and white short sleeve shirt.

You would know that hideous uniform anywhere, especially since you were wearing the exact same one.

Ten was talking to Huang Xuxi.

Huang Xuxi was one of the golden boys of your university. Captain of the soccer team, charming, incredibly handsome, and tall. (You’re pretty sure he’s around six feet. God.) Xuxi was known for just how talented he was on the field and for just how good he was in bed.

Granted, he wasn’t that much of an asshole. He never strung more than one girl along. He made sure every person he hooked up with knew that there was nothing more attached to it and if they did not want that, they were free to walk away and pretend nothing had ever happened. No hard feelings. Because of his transparency with partners and tight lips, no one ever had anything bad to say about him.

In fact, it was the girls he hooked up with instead that opened their mouth and bragged about having sex with him. They talked about how he always made sure they came first, how good he was with his mouth (in more ways than one), and his hands.

His gigantic fucking hands that could singlehandedly hold one iPad.

(You’ve witnessed it before and fuck was that one of the weirdest things that have turned you on).

Ten was still smiling and laughing at whatever Xuxi had said to him when he glanced up and noticed you. His face immediately changed into a mischievous smirk and when glanced at Xuxi and back to you. Ten knew how hot you found Xuxi and how much of a work crush you refused to admit you had.

That bitch, you thought. Ten better not say any dumb shit or I’m kicking his ass when we’re at home.

“Hey _____,” Ten said smugly, “What are you doing here?”

You were so gonna kick his ass.

“Hi Ten, can you make me an iced chai with soy and an iced americano? I have to bring it back to Seulgi before my break ends,” you said with a strained smile. You refused to have him and Xuxi in the same room for a long time. It would only end with Ten embarrassing you.

“Sure, let me just go get more stuff from storage,” he said while grinning.

You were glaring at Ten’s back as he walked away when Xuxi finally spoke.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You hated how flustered you felt when he called you that.

You took a deep breath and put a sultry smile on, dialing up the charm. You turned around to see Xuxi smiling down at you with a fond look in his eyes. You felt your ears getting read and cursed yourself mentally.

Get a grip bitch, he can’t know how much you want to swallow his dick.

“Hey Xuxi,” you said with your best flirty voice, “Are you gonna start your shift soon?”

“Yeah, I clock in soon, like around twenty minutes or so. Are you gonna be working with me for a bit, baby?” he replied with a gentle smile.

You hated how easily he could call you pet names and hated even more how much it affected you, but you would never outwardly show it. Even if you did want to fuck him.

“Yeah, I got three more hours to go. I haven’t taken my lunch yet though since I’m trying to leave early.”

“Oh?,” Xuxi perked up “You wanna get lunch with me then?”

Fuck. He was so fucking cute. And that was worse than sexy.

“I’m sorry babe, but I promised Jennie I would eat with her after she finished her shift. We’re supposed to be going over to Jisoo’s after work,” you apologized. You didn’t even notice the pet name you just gave him but he did. While he perked up and looked at you with a gleam in his eye, you mulled over how you had already made plans in advance to meet up with your other best friends.

“Ah, it’s okay. Some other time, yeah?”

“Of course. Besides, I’ll ask the manager if she’ll let us work on the floor that way you can tell me all about your game last night?” you said. Your words ended off with a question. God, you regretted saying that as soon it came out. You didn’t want to be that annoying bitch who just kept fawning over him and never letting him breathe. Xuxi brightened up. “Yes! God, I hate being on the floor with Matthew. He won’t stop talking to me about his latest gym session and the new protein he’s trying out. You know yesterday he texted me telling me I need to work on my tits? Not chest or pecs, tits.”

You busted out laughing. Your coworker, Matthew, who usually went by BM, was such a gym bro.

As you and Xuxi kept talking about your coworkers' antics and updated him on what has happened today, Ten had already come out and started working on the drinks. He noticed how Xuxi and you had moved away from the counter to stand by the windows. He didn’t even think you noticed the change or how Xuxi looked at you.

Yes, Xuxi was a huge manwhore and had a body count that could rival the number of goals the soccer team scored last season. Yes, he was known to not date or keep a girl for longer than two weeks. But Xuxi looked at you like he was endeared. Like he was intrigued. He and Ten had quite a few mutual friends, so Ten is no stranger to seeing Xuxi flirt. With you though, it was different.

Xuxi looked like he wanted to ravish you and hold your hand. He looked at you as if he was hooked on your every word, and he was.

Ten smiled to himself.

“_____, your drinks are ready!” He yelled out.

You startled and turned when Ten called your name. You had nearly forgotten you were on your very short fifteen-minute break and had to get to work before your manager fired you. Talking to Xuxi just made you tune out everything else.

“Let’s go back to work together, I’ll just sit in the back while waiting,” Xuxi whispered to you. Turning back around, you startled when you realized just how close his face was to yours. Just What the fuck. How did he get so close? Why does he smell so good? How is his skin so clear?

This isn’t fair, you dejectedly thought. Xuxi had no visible pores at all while you were wearing the e.l.f primer and translucent powder to make sure your skin doesn’t look cakey.

The fuck, must be nice being born with naturally good skin. It saves you money AND time.

“Okay,” you mumbled. You glanced down at his lips and….. Wow. Are they naturally that big? Did he get fillers? What other body parts were big besides his lips, hands, and di---

“_____?”

“Yes!,” you jumped. You made the mistake to make eye contact with Xuxi while he smirked as if he knew that you were gawking at him.

“Let’s go back to work, okay babe?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Sure,” you said dazedly.

“Hey _____, hurry the fuck up and come here,” Ten said.

You walked up to him and Ten yanked you so hard that you basically had half your body on the other side of the counter.

“Get it together bitch,” Ten whispered. “You did not waste some of your primer and the jeans that make your ass look good just to make an ass out of yourself. Stop being ditzy and starting flirting, you slut. I know you want to suck his dick. Plus, you need to get out of this dry spell you’re in. That belt you have on is basically a chastity one. Especially since it's from Ross.”

You gasped. “First of all, fuck you, you classist bitch. Second of all, I am not in a dry spell. We’re just not all massive hoes like you.”

“Yeah well, I’m a bisexual. And a dancer. And one that lives in Los Angeles. Everyone knows we’re the biggest sluts there is. And don’t change the subject. The last time you got laid was at that frat party which was last fucking month. You hooked up with Mingyu, remember?”

“Yeah,” you sighed dreamily. Mingyu was in your top five best lays ever. You knew that football player strength would have come in handy. “God, he was so good. He was huge AND had the strength to throw me around. You know I love men that can carry me.”

“Yes, I do, unfortunately. I also know that so can Xuxi over there. But guess what? He won’t unless you just keep staring at his blowjob lips and acting like some shy virgin. Now go, I want you to bring out the hoe side of _____ and have him so wrapped around your finger that he daydreams about you when WAP comes on,” Ten hissed as he practically shoved you away.

As annoying as your roommate may be, he was right. You wanted that dick. And you were going to get it.

You took a deep breath, fixed your posture, and straightened out your shoulders. Grabbing the drink carrier from Ten, he quickly fixed your hair and whispered “That’s it. That’s the hot _____ I know. Go make me proud.”

You walked back to where Xuxi was leaning by the door. “Ready?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said. Xuxi locked his phone and put it in his pocket. When he lifted up his, you gave him your best sultry smile.

“Let’s go then,” you said, with a suggestive tone.

Xuxi smirked as he opened the door for you. He had a sinking feeling that whatever you and Ten were having a whispering match about, would end with him in trouble.

But he wouldn’t mind at all, especially with your ass looking that good in those pair of jeans and smelling so damn good.

#wayv x reader #wayv x you #nct x reader #lucas x reader #xuxi x reader #yukhei x you #yukhei x reader #wayv imagines #wayv drabbles #wayv lucas #wayv ten

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anotheronechicagobog · 4 years

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Enemies to Lovers Noah Sexton x dawson!reader

requested by: @bitweird1

written by: @anotheronechicagobog

Warnings: swearing, mature themes, child neglect, slightly Dawson bashing but they really just didn’t know, canon compliant threats

You had spent your entire life struggling and working your ass off. No social life, extracurriculars for the sole purpose of applying to universities, and spending the majority of your life studying because according to your dad at least one Dawson had to become a doctor and your older siblings had decided that it wouldn’t be them, leaving you to do nothing but prepare for the future that had been hand-picked by the man you felt abandoned you. And then Noah fucking Sexton just waltzes in having put in half the effort and riding the coattails of his much more intelligent sister who gave up a career as a doctor because of sexism. He spent far too much of his time flirting with everything that had boobs and a pulse. You didn’t like him because he took nothing seriously and didn’t have a responsible bone in his body, and he hated you because you were incredibly uptight and didn’t have a sense of humour.

“Maybe you’d have more friends here if you didn’t have a stick shoved up your ass.”

“I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to become a doctor.”

Everyone was getting really sick of your fighting, so they banded together and made things worse. They had badgered you until Doris had enough and dragged you to Molly’s. You refused to drink or eat anything, resulting in more snide remarks between you and Noah. Just when everyone was developing a migraine before they were anywhere even close to drunk your parents burst through the door and marched over to you. And suddenly, everyone in the bar, including your siblings, were subjected to and twenty-minute rant from your parents about how you should be grateful they pushed you towards medical school and all the activities that got you scholarships, that they didn’t abandon you, and that they clothed and fed you because a third child cost so much money, how you never took anything seriously and were always joking around, and how you were a disgrace to the family. Once they finished, your dad dragged you out by your arm, your mom followed muttering about why couldn’t you be more like Gabby and Antonio.

You walked into the ED the next day as robotic as ever. The pitiful and awkward stares were ignored with ease, it was something you were quite used to if you were honest. Your parents were always scrutinized by your teachers and DCFS. At the end of the day, though, they weren’t abusive enough for any charges or housing changes to be set. They weren’t like that with Gabby and Antonio, who had mostly moved out by the time you were in kindergarden, you were their last chance to help them prove to their family that they didn’t fail as parents. And they made sure you knew it.

“Dr. Dawson, you’ve got a patient in treatment one. Also, uh, are you okay? I feel pretty bad about last night.”

“Oh, don’t worry about anything. I’m fine, and my parents were right I should’ve been studying. It was a poor decision on my part not to. I’m gonna get to this patient, but you really don’t need to feel bad, okay?”

She nodded absently as you turned your back to her. ”Hi, I'm Dr. Dawson, can you tell me what brought you in today?”

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Your patient had just gone up to the OR to have a blood clot removed and you made your way to the doctor’s lounge, followed by Noah Sexton. ”Hey, Y/N, are you-”

”Yes, Noah, I am okay. Yes, I'm sure. I am fine, I am always fine.”

”From my experience when people say they're fine they're usually not.”

”Noah, I am okay.”

“I don’t believe you.”

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The next few weeks were a maze of pitiful stares, hushed concerned words, and a silent Noah. All of it was completely unnerving. It all came to a head when Dr. Charles approached in the ED you about starting therapy with him, talking continuously about all the points ‘brought to his attention’, not even giving you the time to tell him the majority were false. “Excuse me?”

Your stomach coiled in anger at his words. Not only were you more than capable of doing your job, but you already had a therapist. With basket case parents like yours, it was blatantly obvious that therapy was required. But the audacity of your co-workers to gossip so much that it came to the point over half the points Charles brought up were complete BS was astounding. Not only that, but he’d apparently spent the last few days internet stalking you to try and find some of your demons. “Dr. Charles, do you consider me a danger or liability to any of the patients or doctors at this hospital because of my relationship with my parents?”

“No, you actually seem to be well balanced mentally.”

“Then what, on earth, made you think it was appropriate to go around behind my back asking everyone at the hospital their opinion about me and what happened at Molly’s, or stalk me online to try and get a read on me, and then ask me blatantly at work, in the middle of the shift, in front of all my co-workers and superiors? What made you think it was okay to loudly bombard me with rumours and hearsay while I’m working?”

“Well, I thought that since it’s my job to check on all the ED docs, I’d check on you.”

“... You’re joking, right? I am the only person in this department who goes to therapy. Don’t kid yourself, you don’t check on anyone here. You judge them and make sure they know it. And quite honestly, you don’t have the best reputation for looking out for the mental and emotional state of your colleagues. This confrontation was not only completely inappropriate, but rude, obnoxious, presumptuous, riddled with unchecked errors, and unprofessional.”

“That’s not how I would word it.”

“It’s how I see it, and how I’ll word it with HR.”

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No one was pitying you anymore, not since the tongue lashing you gave Dr. Charles, who was on very thin ice with the hospital. While bringing up Robin and Sarah may have been a bit of a low blow, it exposed some issues with Dr. Charles that needed to be addressed. The only person who acted as if you were made of glass was Noah Sexton. While he had been a bit of a pain in the ass, this was worse. He was being sickeningly nice to you and it was getting on your last nerve. Yes, your parents were abusive. Yes, you had a messed up and traumatic childhood. But did that limit your abilities? No. Did that make you mentally unstable requiring therapy and fragility from your coworkers? Absolutely not.

He came in with coffee exactly the way you liked it, again. With a muffin, again. “You have to stop.”

“Stop what, Y/N?”

“Stop acting weird. You don’t like me, you hate me, actually. The only reason you’re being nice to me is because my parents resent my existence. I do not need or want your pity. So stop treating me like a china doll, and start treating me like your coworker.”

“Okay, okay, I uh... I’m sorry. I just, I feel guilty, okay? I gave you such a hard time for being so frigid and then when your parents showed up at Molly’s and started screaming at you for existing and having a life of your own, it just all made sense. And I gave you shit and trouble for coping with your crazy-ass parents. And then Dr. Charles came by to talk to you and I just felt even worse because even though I didn’t tell him anything, it was our fighting that put the spotlight on you in the first place. You shouldn’t have had your dirty laundry aired to the entire hospital, that’s happened to me a few times and it’s horrible, and I feel bad because I know that I was a contributing factor to all the shit you’ve had to deal with at work.”

“I get where you’re coming from, but let’s be real, everything would’ve turned out exactly the same way if you weren’t involved. The gossip mill runs strong at Gaffney.”

“Yeah, it does. I still feel bad.”

“Well, you’re forgiven then. So you can stop treading delicately, buying me coffee, and being creepily nice to me.”

“I am not being ‘creepily nice’! And how can being nice be creepy anyway?”

“Yesterday you followed me around offering to help me take my gloves on and off constantly, to the point where a patient who came in for falling out of the ceiling above the women’s changeroom said ‘that’s just weird’.”

“... Okay. I’ll stop. But I gotta be honest, I don’t think I can go back to arguing with you all the time.”

“That’s fine, just stop acting so weird that a couple I caught having kinky sex after an STD swab said ‘that made us really uncomfortable’.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice. Seriously, you didn’t have to tell me twice.”

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SIX MONTHS LATER

You and Noah had actually managed to become good friends and roommates. Shortly after he started acting like a normal person around you, not an instigator or a psycho, you found yourself enjoying his company. And yesterday, when you’d come home to find your room completely torn apart by your mother because your father had tried to frame you for using weed, you were done. Most of what you owned had been destroyed in your mother’s search, which sucked, but it made packing up all your stuff into your car much easier.

So far you’d ignored 43 texts, 12 calls, two visits from Gabby when she brought in a patient, and one visit from Antonio who didn’t even bother trying to lie to you. He also threatened to impound your car, you threatened to tell Voight about the time he and Lindsay got drunk and hooked up. It didn’t even matter that she was in New York now, Voight wouldn’t even blink before bludgeoning him down. He swore at you, “how could you break mami’s heart like this?”, and “can’t you just behave and do what you’re told for once?”

You looked him dead in the eyes, heart beating erratically at you older brother supporting your parents belittling and abusing you, “You sound like dad Antonio.”, watched his face fall, and left. Noah stopped him when he went to follow you. “You good?”

“Uh, not really. I don’t have a place to go tonight.”

“Did your mom kick you out?”

“No, I left. I can’t do it anymore. I break out in hives whenever I even think about my mother now. I just can’t go back.”

“Well, you don’t have to. I have been looking for a roommate, we can move you into my place after shift.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Now come on, it’s prank week. Stohl pissed off Manning last week and she’s been planning revenge ever since, you do not want to miss this.”

And you didn’t. You entered the ED to find one of the most hated doctors in med spitting out Gatorade. “WHaT thE heLL?! That was sooo-ughghghg-” he couldn’t even finish his sentence before running to the doctor’s lounge to throw up in the bathroom. To Natalie’s credit, she didn’t crack a smile or react at all as she gracefully stepped over the spilled orange Gatorade. She briefly reminded you of a fae, graceful, beautiful, and cunning as all hell. You made a mental note never to cross her. Later at lunch, Natalie opened her sushi container, slightly deconstructed each piece, loaded all the pieces up with wasabi, reconstructed them, and popped one in her mouth. Everyone sitting near her had their eyes flash in recognition. Stohl had a habit of stealing other people’s food, and no matter how many times anyone told him to stop, they were just bullied into compliance. As a result, everyone had to dictate their food choices around his palette. Which meant no spicy food. Something that sucked for nearly everyone because hot food was a favourite for most people in the ED. But Manning wasn’t taking his shit. Not today. Something that worried everyone sitting around her because she would get in trouble for eating her own food how she liked it. It wasn’t until one of the HR workers, Holly, sat down beside Natalie and engaged in conversation that everyone realized the full scope of her plans. Stohl plopped down beside you and stole half of your sandwich right out of your hand. Ranting and raving, insulting everyone, stealing food, he made his way all around the circular cafeteria table until he got to Nat. He scooped up to pieces and threw them in his mouth just after he finished the words ‘insolent underlings’. Everyone held their breath as they watched his pale face redden exponentially. His eyes widened. And then he screamed.

He yelled, he swore. “I’m going to report you to HR! You tried to poison me!”

“You stole food from everyone, something inappropriate, unethical, and unprofessional. You stole her food. That she made spicy to her tastes. She didn’t try to poison you.”

“And just who the fuck do you think you are?!”

“Holly Scott, from HR.”

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You and Noah were doing great, as roommates and as friends. “Hey, do you have any plans for dinner tonight? My parents invited me over for dinner and they asked me to extend an invite to you. It’s nothing major, they wanted to meet my previous roommates, too. Make sure you’re not a hooligan.”

“Okay, sounds fun. What should I bring?”

“Yourself...?”

“It’s rude to show up at someone else’s home without a gift.”

“You don’t need to bring my parents a gift.”

“Oh, I’m bringing a gift. I’m just asking you for some input.”

“Okay, well they really like wheelie shoes-”

“Ha, oh my god, I meant for what your parents would like, not you. And want wheelie shoes? Those have been out for a while, Noah.”

“Hey, do not laugh at me! They are just a very effective and fun way to get around.”

“Would you like them to light up too?”

“... Is that an option?”

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You knocked on the door while Noah rolled his eyes at you. “I grew up here!”

“Well you don’t live here anymore and it’s rude to just barge into someone’s home and act like you own the place.”

“Oh, you must be Y/N! I wasn’t expecting anyone to knock, usually, Noah just barges in and acts like he owns the place. Come in, come in. It’s freezing outside.” You gave Noah a side-eyed smirk as you took off your coat, while he looked bashfully embarrassed. “Uh, here Ms. Sexton, I brought some homemade empanadas, they can be put in the fridge or kept in the freezer, and it’s best to reheat them in the oven. 350 F, ten minutes from the fridge and about 20 if they were put in the freezer.”

“Oh, you really didn’t have to do that.”

“I was raised that when you go over to someone’s house for dinner or an event, you bring a gift. And it was either this or a house plant.”

“Ha, good idea going with the food, it’s a Sexton family trait that will kill all the plants we touch. Thank you very much.”

“Hello, you must be Y/N. It;s wonderful to meet you- and what smells so good?”

“Y/N brought empanadas, and they are going away so that you and I can enjoy them later. Now everyone, to the dining room, dinner is just about done.”

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Things started to change a bit a few months later when Choi had to physically restrain Noah from attacking a drunk bar fight patient who called you a slut in the middle of the ED. You’d been confused but Maggie just kept saying that it was a matter of time.

When you’d been hanging around at Molly’s with Noah, Sarah, and Darren, Noah had his arm casually wrapped around your shoulders, something your sister gave you the eyebrow for from her place at the bar.

After you’d been mugged and beaten, you’d run to the 21st, where your brother promptly unleashed the most fearsome demon hell has ever cowered from, AKA Hank Voight, he also called Noah. And when your brother finally made an arrest and got Voight to calm down a little, he’d entered the breakroom to find you fast asleep, curled up against Noah. Who sat in an incredibly uncomfortable position, holding you and stroking your back. You missed the dark look that crossed his face, or the one of fear that had crossed Noah’s but something of an understanding had fallen to Noah. The two of you needed to talk.

So you did, and it went well, so well that you planned a date. Then another one. And another one, until you two had been dating for six months and figured it was time to tell your families. You were shaking in your boots, the Sexton’s were all incredibly close and incredibly doting on Noah, so even though they liked you, you had absolutely no clue as to what the reaction would be. To your relief, it was happiness, they loved you as much as Noah apparently, and they relished in the changed you’d caused in Noah.

Your family, on the other hand, did not react well. Which was why you’d made sure that you told them in a very public place, and had only ordered waters before you told them. There was yelling, screaming, your father waving his arms around so much Antonio had to use his cop voice on him. In the end, you and Noah had been there for around five minutes before throwing some cash at the waitress as a tip for leaving her with your family, and hauling ass out of there. The two of you had ended up just eating pizza on the boardwalk in your fancy clothes and heading back to the apartment late.You both had work the next day, but while you were an intern, Noah was not. And while you were off giving a patient a sponge bath, your siblings cornered Noah at the nurses desk. “Sexton, is there a place the three of us can talk?”

“Uh, sure, this conference room is free...”

“Perfect.”

“So, I take it this is about-”

“Nuh-uh. You do not talk. We do.”

“You are dating our baby sister.”

“We may not be as close to her as you are with your sister, but she still means a lot to us.”

“We love her. We are two people with some pretty dangerous skills. It is for these two reasons that you will not hurt her. Ever.”

“And if you do, don’t forget who I work with.”

“No one will ever find your body.”

“Are we clear?”

“Uh, hmmh... Clear. Crystal clear.”

“Good. Now do you know where Y/N is? We’d like to take the both of you out to lunch or something, just the four of us, to make up for the dinner of many disasters.”

#One Chicago #chicago med #Chicago Fire #Chicago PD #noah sexton #noah sexton x reader #antonio dawson #gabby dawson #maggie lockwood

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sunsetfanfics · 4 years

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All I Want

(Jadon Sancho x Reader)

Jadon imagine where he really likes you but knows you won’t be with him because of his fboy lifestyle and you always joke about it and he tried to get you or something along those lines please if you can x

Warning: a bit of harsh language

You drag yourself into the break room, feet aching. Tom, your coworker, watched in amusement as you plopped down into the chair across from him, a sigh escaping your lips.

"Tired?"

You look up to see him smile, which you can't help but reciprocate.

"A bit, yeah."

"Only an hour left now, then you get to go home." He replies, to which you nod.

"Yeah, only an hour. You say that as if it'll magically make me feel better."

He shrugs. "It should. You've already worked for seven hours. Plus you have off tomorrow."

"I guess, can you get me a water?"

He chuckles and nods, getting up and walking over to the mini fridge in the corner.

"So, do you have any news on you-know-who?" He asks, receiving a groan in response.

"I think he knows, to be honest. It's not like I'm blowing him off or anything, but his lifestyle just,, isn't for me."

Tom nods, walking back over to hand you an ice cold bottle.

"Thank you." You mutter, receiving a nod in response.

"Well, do you like him?" He questions, sitting back down.

You twist off the cap and don't hesitate to take a swig of cold water.

Once you feel somewhat replenished, you put the bottle on the ground and twist the cap back on.

"To be honest,,," you pause, "I do. I really really do. I just,, I wish he wasn't such a fuckboy. Because underneath that layer is a really kind individual.

"I would date him if he didn't play this,, character. I just-"

But you didn't get the chance to finish as the bell rang outside.

You threw your head back, "fuck my life!"

Tom giggled as he watched you stand up and hurry back out to the desk.

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As the last hour wound down, there wasn't much to do, but you still managed to keep yourself busy.

Once your shift finished, you went back into the break room, saying goodbye to the few coworkers that were in there on your way out.

Nobody knew about this whole 'situation' with Jadon except for a few people, each of whom you trusted with every fibre of your being. You trusted them to keep this within the group, knowing that if it got out your name along with 'Jadon Sancho's girlfriend' would be everywhere.

As you walked out to your car, you got a text from Tom.

'Did you see his new post on ig?'

You instinctively rolled your eyes. What new flex would it be this time?

'I'll look at it when I get home' you replied as you dug your keys out of your pocket and unlocked your door.

On the whole ride home, you couldn't help but think about him. Even if you tried to think of something else, your mind would somehow twist whatever you were thinking about to always go back to him.

Pulling into the driveway, you had finally managed to stop thinking about him, since you were now thinking about what to eat for breakfast, seeing as it was only 7:18am.

You turned the car off and opened the door, practically hauling yourself out of the driver's seat.

Today was the most difficult 8-hour shift you've done to date, which meant you were beyond worn out.

Your sore feet somehow carried you into the house where, no surprise, your best friend was nowhere to be found.

You both typically worked opposite shifts, so you rarely saw each other, but sometimes you could catch each other just as one was returning home and the other was leaving.

Though it defeated the whole purpose of owning a house together, it was kinda nice to have the space all to yourself after a tough shift.

As you sat down, rather forcefully, on the couch, you flipped your shoes off and grabbed the tv remote sitting on the coffee table. You fully stretched out as you turned the tv on.

This was the routine you had grown accustomed to: you got home, let yourself relax for a bit, then got to work doing something else for a while, then went to bed.

As you pressed the button to turn on Netflix for perfect background noise, your phone went off.

You ignored it, deciding to wait till you had the show set up to check it.

DING! DING! DING!

Notification after notification piled up until you couldn't take it anymore.

You angrily dug your phone out of your pocket and looked at it, the screen lit up with even more texts from your coworker group chat.

You roll your eyes and groan, shifting your attention back to getting The Great British Baking Show on.

Once it started playing, you finally read through the texts.

'Y/N!'

'HAS ANYTHING HAPPENED WITH JADON'

'PLS TELL US'

'omg look at his latest post'

'DAMNNN'

'yall did y/n look @ the post'

'idk but 👀👀'

'he looks like a fboy to me tbh lmaooo sorry Y/N'

You couldn't help but laugh at the last one.

Switching to instagram, you check to see what all the fuss is about.

The post in question? No surprise, a few photos of him shirtless on his friend's expensive yacht.

You roll your eyes, "my god Jadon."

Despite posting classic fuckboy photos on instagram, you couldn't help but get a few butterflies in your stomach.

You double tap on the photo, then go back to the groupchat, only for a new text to pop up.

Jadon ⚽🔥 hey 😛

Another eye roll.

'hey Jadon'

'I saw you liked my recent 👀👀'

Uh oh. This won't end well.

'yeah'

'do you like what you see? 😜'

There it is.

'eh, ig. cr7 has better abs, though.'

'sure, for now.'

'right. I'll hold you to that.'

'wish you would hold something else, if you know what I mean 😉'

Jesus Christ.

'haha. what were you even drinking in that photo?'

'something exotic 🍹'

'yeah, it looks it.'

'haha yeah. anyways, wyd?'

There it is. The holy grail of fuckboys. The three letters everyone dreads. Oh no. Oh god.

'relaxing, I just got home from work.'

'really? it's almost 8 in the morning.'

'mhm. I worked 11p-7a. I'm tired.'

'are you still working @ the hotel we met at?'

'mhm'

'niceee. I'll be in town tm if you wanna meet up'

'yeah? who's the new lucky girl you'll bring this time?'

'no one. it'll only be us.'

'right. that's what you said last time.'

'this time will be different. I promise. you off tm?'

'yeah'

'ok. meet me at our café.'

'I have things to do too, you know, it's not all ab you Jadon.'

'damn, ok. well, if you decide to come, I'll be there at 12:30.'

'ok.'

'see you then, boo 😘'

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12:15, you showed up early, as per usual. You were sitting at the table you and Jadon would sit at every time you came, aka the closest to the window.

12:30. You were watching out the window, not taking your eyes away. He was nowhere to be seen.

12:45. He still wasn't there. Why were you even surprised?

1:00. Still no sign of him. You were almost finished with your coffee, and you were getting restless.

1:15. Everyone who had been there when you arrived were long gone, all the tables filled with new customers. You probably looked pathetic.

1:30. An hour after he said he would meet you, and you were fed up. Why did you even bother?

1:35. Nothing. No new messages or anything. You were done.

You walked out, trying your best to conceal your anger. You should be used to this. You should've known. Over an hour of your life wasted.

Just as you get back to your car your phone goes off. With a quick glance, you can tell it's Jadon.

'hey! sorry, something came up. can you do next week? I wanna make it up to you.'

You couldn't believe your eyes. You wasted over an hour,,, for that.

'no, I can't. I'm actually busy next week, and the week after that, & every week for the rest of my life.'

'haha, thats funny. what day can you do next week?'

'I just told you, I'm busy. I just wasted an hour of my life that I could've used doing literally ANYTHING else just for you to say that something came up,, & it was YOUR fucking idea!

'I like to think I'm a patient person, but that just sealed the deal. my god Jadon, I knew you were a fuckboy, I mean, we both joked ab it, but I didn't think it was this bad.

'stop dragging me out like this. just say you're using me for sex and go. I'm sick of getting my hopes up just for you to let me down again. I'm over it, and I'm over you. please fuck off Jadon'

It was marked as read the second it was sent. The three dots would pop up, then disappear, then pop up again. It went on for 2 minutes.

The final result?

'I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you.'

You left him on read.

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The next day you were back at work for a 3pm - 11pm shift. You had told everyone what happened, and they were angry and upset for you. A few were tempted to text him, but you told them that it would only escalate the already tense situation.

Around 10pm, you were winding down. There was only an hour left in your shift, and you had had a relatively slow day for once. And it seemed like it was going to be a normal shift.

You were sitting in the break room with some of your coworkers, watching a rerun of a golf game which you were, for some reason, invested in.

The bell rang outside, and although you were a bit upset to have to abandon the game, you weren't that upset, considering this was the slowest day you've had in a while.

As you walked out to greet the patron, your heart stopped and your stomach dropped.

It was Jadon, standing there with a white box and a teddy bear.

You glared at him, and a part of you filled with hatred, but the other part gushed at his gesture. He really was going to be the death of you.

"Hey, y/n. I'm really sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to keep you waiting for over an hour. The reason why I didn't come was because I wanted to get you this."

He paused, gently setting the small box down on the desk, "I tried to get in quickly and pick this up, but the line was so long, I wanted to come and give it to you, but I figured I had kept you waiting long enough, so I called it off."

You're not convinced, but you wanna be. Every part of you wanted to forgive him,, but your stubbornness wouldn't let you.

He sees your shifty glance and sets the bear on the counter as well.

"I'm so so so sorry. I know I fucked up, and you have every right to be angry at me. But even if you never wanna see me again, can you please open it? Just for my sake?"

"If it'll make you leave faster." You respond, intending to sound bitter, but instead sounding shaky.

"I will. I know I can't keep promises, but this one I will. If you don't want to talk to me anymore, I will respect that."

You bite your lip and nod, looking down at the box and undoing the red ribbon. It looked very professional and well done.

As you lift the top off, your eyes widen and fill with tears. You can't help but slap a hand over your mouth.

Inside were all of the polaroids you've taken, ranging from the first time you hung out together, to a few months ago. There were ones of him playing football, and of you in various places doing a gesture that soon became an inside joke. You used to travel together all the time, you miss those days all the time.

The light blue camera used to take all of these photos was inside as well.

Jadon watched as you looked through the photos, a shy smile forming on his face.

"The camera still works, if you want to try it out." He said, voice barely above a whisper.

"Jadon, I-" you hesitated, and for the first time in your life, you were truly speechless.

"There's a, uh, there's a note on the bear." He muttered, looking down and scratching his neck.

You looked at him, and couldn't help but smile a bit. Only Jadon would do this.

Your attention turns to the bear, and sure enough, there was a note attached to its paw. Gently removing the handwritten note stuck to the paw, you read it carefully, clinging on to every word.

'Y/N,

I'm sorry if I hurt you yesterday. And I'm sorry if you feel that all we are is friends with benefits. I've always wanted more with you, but was too afraid to act.

I put up this fboy facade hoping I would attract someone who would be into,, that. But the one thing I didn't take into account was if I fell for someone.

Because my whole life changed when I met you.

I kept this act up, thinking you would be into it and fall for me, but that's not what happened. In fact, when the exact opposite happened, I was shocked.

Nobody liked the real me. That's why I started doing this, because that's what brought people in. And it worked, because it seemed as though everyone else fell for it, everyone except the one person I wanted.

And if I'm being honest, let's talk about the elephant in the room: we both know that I've loved you from the moment we met in this exact building 3 years ago.

You're all I've ever wanted. You're all I will ever want. I'm in love with you.

I'm willing to do whatever it takes to be with you, but it's up to you on whether or not you'll accept.'

A grin appeared on your face as tears streamed down your cheeks.

You looked up at him, a soft yet nervous expression on his face.

You came out from around the counter and threw your arms around him, burying your face in his neck.

"I'll take that as a yes, then?" He joked, making you laugh.

You look up at him. "On one condition."

"And what's that?"

"Stop being such a douche."

"Done. I don't need the facade when I have what I want."

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thanks for reading! this was my first footballer fic & im actually really proud of it! requests are open, and feel free to use one of the prompts I posted before!

this was for you anon, hope you liked it ;)

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jerzyreign · 4 years

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Racism is Everyone’s Problem

Since my skin color is going to have everyone rolling their eyes thinking “this white privilege bitch think she knows anything about racism?” I want to start by saying I AM PUERTO RICAN. Now for my own back story so you get to know me better.

I have seen both sides of the fence. As noted in my opening statement my skin color makes me look like I belong among the privileged. The second they learn of my last name or hear me speak my native language however, they quickly revoke all privilege and reign down on me with their hate. To the Caucasians out there who do not believe White Privilege is real: You’re wrong! If you were a minority who just happened to look white, like myself, you would be in a position to know this.

Let me show you.

Age 15: Walking off high school grounds on lunch break to get food from the deli 3 blocks over. Common thing many of us did as it was permitted to leave school grounds for lunch. Myself, a white friend we’ll call Ashley, and a Hispanic friend we’ll call Jose. Police officer drives by and sees us walking during school hours and pulls over. He asks us our names. Ashley goes first and he tells her to stand to the side, I go and he looks at me with a moment of surprise and tells me to get my ID out. Jose goes last and he ask him if he’s ever been in trouble with the law. (Jose is very tan in complexion naturally and looks every bit of his South American heritage.) He makes Jose put his hands on the trunk of the car while he pats him down, gets his ID out for him, runs his information to confirm he’s never been in trouble, and dumps his entire bookbag out onto the ground to inspect its contents. He checks my ID, asks me where I’m from with a last name like __, and proceeds to do the same thing to me. Mind you it’s illegal for a male cop to pat down a female in my state, but he didn’t want anyone privy to his racial profiling so he didn’t call a female to the scene. He asks Ashley why she’s walking with us, if we were coercing her into any bad activities and sends her back to school walking. While we get escorted back in his car and handed off to the principal after confirming students had consent to leave the property for lunch and it was indeed our scheduled lunch break.

Age 17: Working at Pizza Hut restaurant as a waitress. About 3 months in a friend stopped by to order take out and saw me working. Greeted me in Spanish and after he left I was confronted by the shift supervisor. When asked how I spoke Spanish so well since they literally failed it in school, and if there was a trick to it; I responded by informing him I was Spanish. Soon he and the rest of the crew were murmuring in the back kitchen, getting quiet when I came near, looking at me sideways and trying to avoid brushing against me at the soda machine like I had the plague or something. Next day I came in, looked at the clipboard to see what section I was working and saw my name crossed out. I asked him why ‘Karen’ was working the entire dining room alone and was told “Because you belong cleaning the bathrooms. Go find the cleaning closet and get scrubbing” I reported him to the Manager when she was on duty the next day and she said she’d talk to him, but any shift she was not in the building I was taunted by the staff and forced to work my shift scrubbing toilets. So I quit.

Age 19: Working at a Giant’s supermarket as cashier. I worked my way up to Customer Service Supervisor and then the front end Assistant Manager is like 8 months. My third day as Asst Manager I walked out through the store to shop after my shift. In line at the register the person in front of me was Spanish and having trouble understanding what the cashier was telling her about a coupon she was trying to use. I step in and explain it to the customer in Spanish because it was getting late and I wanted to go the fuck home. The cashier gave me a shell shocked look and asked how I knew Spanish. I told her I was Spanish and got this ‘ew’ look that ended our conversation. My check out was awkwardly quiet for a person that had been friendly with me since my first day on the job. Next day I was demoted without explanation to cashier. My password for the cash room was deactivated and when I found someone to let me into the office so I could start work I was told “You don’t work in this dept anymore. You’re a cashier now. Go see _ and find out what register you’ll be at today”. When I asked why I was simply told “You should know. It only just happened yesterday” None of management was kind to me again, most supervisors looked at me with disdain as I passed, and finally after a week the produce manager told me it was because I was Spanish and they didnt realize that when they promoted me. He apologized for the fact he had to ignore me in the store but that anyone caught being nice to me would face consequences. Apparently they wanted me to quit. So I did.

Age 26: I got a job at Kmart as a cashier. Worked my way up to Soft-line dept Shift Supervisor in 6 months. About 3 weeks later I started dating the Loss Prevention Manager from another store. He is an African American, Italian, German mix race man who solely looks African American. It took about 2 months for the relationship to get out around the job. It took my boss all of 5 seconds after confronting me for confirmation about the relationship to start treating me like shit. After a week I tried to go to HR and was informed that she is the daughter of a very high up corporate executive and by proxy untouchable. She made more than the store manager and basically ran the show there. After another few days I called her out in the front of the store one night at closing time asking what the stick up her ass with me was and she point blank said “I thought you were a good person. You work hard and you’re a natural leader to the girls here but you screwed up sleeping with a black man. Then I find out you’re a spic so it makes sense for you like blacks. I’m just disgusted with myself for being fooled by you” That was the end of that job.

See white folks? Not once but FOUR times in my life things were good for me while people thought I was white, but quickly soured once the truth came to light. Four times I was excelling in my place of employment thanks to the privilege my skin color bestowed upon me but lost it once it was discovered I was just a really pale brown person. White privilege is real.

I won’t bore you all with the blatant racism I’ve dealt with in my life. If you’re not Caucasian you already know the shit people spew out their hateful mouths, and what it’s like to deal with people throwing shit at you.

I want to discuss the fact that racism is everyone’s problem. Those of us being subjected to it must stand up for ourselves against racist people because we’re human too dammit. We deserve to be treated with the same dignity, respect, and considerations that our oppressors grant each other. More importantly is the fact that those of us who are not subjected to it because they have the privilege of being born white should also stand up against racist people. Use the privilege you try so hard to deny for the greater good! BE THE CHANGE that fixes our society. Don’t just turn the other cheek figuring “I’m not the target so it’s not my problem”. Step up, speak up, and help your fellow man. We have to stand together or continue to fall divided. Just because you are not the one who thinks that way or acts that way does not make you part of the solution. Your silence and complacency in allowing racism to continue to thrive and exist is just as damaging as choosing to participate in it. Get outraged that your neighbor, friend, coworker, or just plain old fellow man is being mistreated and murdered for no reason other than their skin color is different. Teach your children to stand up and speak up against racism when they witness it. Teach them how to identify racism, racial profiling, and racial disparity. We have to fix this. Together.

We are one species, one country, and one society. So lets stand as one. United in our right to life.

March your ass down to your capital buildings alongside us and tell our leaders ENOUGH WITH RACISM. Hold police accountable! No more death!

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thepilotanon · 5 years

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welcome home.

First attempt with Flip Zimmerman! Still not too sure if I got the characters well put out, but I had fun with this little snippet idea of introducing someone special for our favorite Jewish Officer, so I hope you will, too! Please let me know if you liked it - I want to try working with Flip and the {reader} in future ideas. This is specially dedicated to Nic, who had to deal with me sputtering ideas and having to wait 150 years for me to finally post.

warning: medical condition/epilepsy, language (post-film)

Ron Stallworth has never been to Flip Zimmerman’s house.

They’ve met at different houses, sure, and Flip has stopped by his place once or twice for a few minutes to drop something off or pick something up, or for work. However, there has never been a time where Ron had the chance to see where his friend and colleague lived naturally (an apartment, a story house? Perhaps he still lived with his parents, for all he knows), and see where he slept or did whatever… It was never much of a mission for him to see where Flip lived, although he has thought about it sometimes.

Although, today may just be his lucky day. Flip has been gone for two days from work.

The first day Flip was gone, Ron didn’t think much of it to ask Jimmy or anyone where he was. It was pretty normal for Flip to unexpectedly call in once in a great while, and he’d be back the very next day. The second day, it was weird. No call in or announcement from anyone at work to the little collection of desks in the CSPD to Flip’s empty area, and Ron was left with confused by how everyone else took it so casual. As far as Ron knew, Flip would only take one day off yesterday and return.

Jimmy dropped a sealed manila envelope to Ron’s desk, making the first black CS detective look up to see the older man yawn from his overnight shift.

“I need you to drop this off to Flip’s place for me. I’m heading out,” Jimmy drawled. “Just some paperwork that he needs to check over and sign off before being filed. Nothing too serious, but I want him to have it, incase he’s not in tomorrow.”

“You can’t give it to him?” Ron asked with a raised brow.

“I have an appointment I need to get to in fifteen minutes, and it’s suppose to last for a few more hours,” he explained. “I’ll stop by later to pick them up, but I’m running behind already. I’ll owe you, Ron.”

Ron looked at the envelope before glancing back to Jimmy. “I don’t where he lives, brother.”

With Flip’s address scribbled on a scrap piece of paper and Ron’s exploration to a quiet, suburban neighborhood he hasn’t been to in Colorado Springs. Trimmed lawns and bushes aligned on yards, some homes with picket fences and some with gardens, Ron parked in front of the one story house with a regular burnt brown colored paint job and brick decor along the front window. Double checking to match the numbers and street names to the sloppy handwriting, Detective Ron left the safety of his car and crossed the sidewalk to enter the driveway, where the familiar tan Nova was parked outside the garage. A part of it made Ron feel better, being able to recognize Flip’s vehicle to know he’s at the right place.

Approaching the white door, Ron took a deep breath before knocking on the frame. He wasn’t too sure how to explain to Flip about being on his doorstep, much less being given rather private information about where he lived. Ron knew that Flip was very private about his personal life, and he could understand if his friend would get irritated with the explanation of Jimmy’s poor time management skills. But knowing how his tall and burly coworker is, Ron could only hope that he wasn’t in a grouchy mood.

The deadbolt of the door clicked open and the doorknob turned. Ron was surprised to see instead of a tall, white and usually grouchy man, a small woman stuck her head in view of the opened screen door to look his way.

“Hello,” she said, her voice polite and casual, yet her eyes read the usual curious stare Ron was used to receiving from plenty of white folk. “Can I help you?”

She was wearing a jean jacket that was four times too large for her size, and wearing a pajama button up set with rosy colors and dark lines for the print underneath. By mere appearance within the few seconds, Ron figured she wasn’t expecting company over and didn’t want to look too indecent to whoever was at the door. Still, Ron couldn’t understand why there was a woman inside Flip’s house - never had he heard or would have guessed Flip was dating, much less interesting in having a relationship or one night stands. She didn’t look the type to be into that sort of thing with men, unless Flip has somehow charmed her with a few drinks and charming words Ron has taught him.

Her head tilting to the side, a small, amused smile on her lips, she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry but, if you intend on selling something or wish to speak to me about your church, I’m afraid I’m not too interested, or have the spare time at the moment,” she said, catching him off guard as she prepared to close the door on him. “However, I know for a fact that my neighbor next door would like to be entertained with some company with whatever you -”

“No! Uh, no, nah, I’m not - I’m not selling you anything,” Ron interrupted in time, scrambling to reach into his coat to pull out the thick pack sealed in a yellow envelope to show her. “I’m actually looking for Philip. Phil - Flip Zimmerman? Does he, uh, live here? His car is parked right out here…”

Looking at the yellow package briefly, the woman’s lips fell to a thin line. “May I ask who you are? What do you want with Flip?”

Digging into his pocket, Ron pulled out his badge in a hurry. “My name is Detective Ron Stallworth, and I work for the Colorado Springs Police D -!”

“You’re rookie!”

The woman’s squeal surprised him, as well as the bright smile on her face before she used the sleeve of the jacket to cover, slightly embarrassed by the volume. “Excuse me, I’m so sorry,” she giggled with embarrassment. Taking a moment to collect herself, she propped the door open for him as an invitation. “I’m so sorry! Come on in, I didn’t mean to be so rude to you, Mr. Stallworth.”

“R-Ron is just fine,” he responded carefully, a bit cautious to step through the front door until he saw the woman leave the door to go further into the house, causing him to hesitate and eventually walk into the house and close the door behind him.

“Flip just had to step out for a few minutes, but he should be back in any second,” the woman explained, her voice coming from the corner of what Flip assumed was the kitchen by the nicely arranged dining table with a china cabinet. The main living room of the home was comfortable; a long couch beside a oval coffee table, a lounge chair and a TV to the side against the wall, the carpet draped with a nicely printed pattern underneath. A clock ticked away on the wall and a few assorted pictures in frames were hung accordingly, and Ron found a coat rack beside him and shoes placed neatly on the ground of the foyer of the front door.

Taking off his shoes and awkwardly placing them along the other pairs, Ron carefully entered the living room with the packet still in his hands, hearing the woman tinker around in the kitchen. “Would you like anything to drink, Ron?” she asked brightly. “There is water, milk, some lemonade or hard cider… Oh, I just made a new iced tea, if you like lemon and honey flavoring? I know Jimmy hates anything with honey, but I’m not sure about you...”

Ron made his way to the dining table, seeing the mysterious lady gesturing him to sit down and relax. He did so, sitting at the far end facing her way, setting the envelope infront of him. “I’m alright, thanks.”

“Again, I’m sorry for mistaking you for a salesman,” she repeated herself, coming over to the table with a glass of water and sitting at the other end. “I knew Jimmy was suppose to be bringing something for Flip over, but I was expecting that to be around dinner. He likes to join for our meals - Oh! Will you be joining as well?”

“I - I’m -?”

Behind the unknown woman, the hidden back door of the kitchen cracked open and a familiar voice rang in. “Alice?” Flip’s voice caught both of their attention, and the woman stood up from her chair. “Alice, baby. I’m home, doll face.”

“Welcome home!” the woman, Alice, sang with a smile in her voice, turning to face him as he shrugged off his wool parka. “Flip, you have a visitor waiting for you.”

“Oh, Jimmy’s here? I thought he’d here later.” Flip approached the dining table, allowing Alice to stick her arms under his own and hug him. Seeing the visitor sitting on the other end of the dining table, the tall detective froze in place within Alice’s embrace as he stared at Ron. The awkward guest raised his hand and waved a couple fingers towards him, seeming to form a sort of amused grin.

Oh, a part of Ron Stallworth wanted to be cocky so bad at this moment.

“Seems like you need to introduce me to your lady friend, brother,” Ron chuckled airily, seeing how Alice perked and looked over her shoulder to him. It took a second for Ron to realize how bright the woman’s eyes were, almost like a batch of diamonds twinkling in the sun with true honesty. She was truly happy to have Ron present in their home as a guest, and it was surprising to him. Those eyes were truly bright and friendly, yet Ron felt nervous for himself for the rather upfront and kind white woman - just the fact that he wasn’t used to it this behavior on the regular.

Sighing, Flip raised a hand to rest on the woman’s shoulder. Alice moved to be at his side and kept her arms around him, smiling gently up to him as the dark haired man scratched the back of his neck.

“Alice, this is Ron…”

“The rookie you’ve told me about!” Alice interjected with a smile, and Flip cringed a bit at the reveal that he spoke of Ron beforehand and the black man showed it with a toothy grin. Alice leaned her head against Flip’s chest and looked to Ron brightly. “Flip has spoken so much about you, Ron! I’ve been asking him to bring you along for dinner, but you’ve seen how he is with having fun with friends after work. He tends to be so finicky.”

“And, Ron...rookie,” Flip frowned, glaring disapprovingly at the grinning detective, “this is Alice...my wife.”

Ron eventually agreed to try the iced tea.

It was funny for him to see Flip in a more domestic-mood, as he would put it into words. Seeing him kiss the woman’s forehead gently and seem to ask her something private under his breath made Ron Stallworth tilt his head from the comfortable couch. Alice only smiled and shook her head before asking him if he would like anything to drink before going to join his partner in the living room; Flip sighed and carefully gestured her to go on with whatever she was doing prior to Ron knocking on the door. Ron watched Flip stare intently after his wife as she nodded and left into the hallway, seeming to go to a different room and close the door.

Dropping down to sit in the other couch across the little coffee table, facing Ron, Flip eyed the thick, yellow envelope sitting between them. “I’m guessing Jimmy sent you because he was running late for an appointment, or something,” Flip grumbled with a sort of accusing tone.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Leaning back against the couch, resting his arm on the back ledge of it and checking into the small hallway where the soft humming of Alice’s voice echoed, Flip exhaled with puffed cheeks and rubbed his nose. “I figured you’d come to find out someday, but not actually have you come to my house to know I’m married, much less where I live. I would have expected you to meet Alice at the station, or something. She brings cookies or brownies for everyone sometimes.”

“It’s fine, it ain’t like I’ll be knocking on your door and ask if you want to have a sleepover. Or, you know, be like Jimmy and join you guys for dinner,” Ron tried to lighten the mood, seeing Flip’s brows raise and snort with amusement. “Your lady is...pretty special. Not used to white people smiling at me when I knock on their door or ask if I would stay for something to eat.”

Flip chuckled under his breath; with the guest drinking the iced tea (which his wife usually keeps to herself and her husband, or special events), and Ron’s side of the story of the situation when he knocked on the door, Flip wasn’t all that surprised by his companion’s reaction to it all. “Yeah, she’s special alright,” he said rather fondly, not realizing that Ron could see how his ears were burning a bit pink at the tips. “She’s definitely not like other women you’d meet around here.”

As if on cue, Alice strolled behind her husband, now wearing a more comfortable cream colored cardigan instead of the jacket - which turned out to be Flip’s - and crossed the way to return to the kitchen. Flip didn’t miss his chance to drop his head back to catch a glimpse of her giving them both a polite smile before disappearing. Ron himself didn’t hesitate to try and offer a small, half-grin back to her out of instinct before dropping his gaze back to his comrade.

“Careful not to drool there, Flip,” Ron teased, making the man clear his throat and sit back straight. “Still never took you as a married man, though. Don’t mean any disrespect, but…you do always say your business if your fucking business.”

“It’s fine.” Flip swiped his nose. “I don’t usually wear my wedding ring or really talk about...domestic things. Reasons...but, most people at the precinct already met Alice before you showed up.”

“Well, now that we’ve crossed that bridge, expect me to be asking questions.”

The detective immediately narrowed his eyes back, a frown visible under his mustache and beard. “I’d rather you did not -”

“Hey, Alice, mind if I asked where you and my buddy Flip met?” Ron asked, the volume of his voice loud enough for the woman to hear. Seeing her pop her head from around the corner, her smile seeming to never have left her lips, Ron couldn’t resist but grin back just as cheeky. He knew she could tell he was teasing her husband, and she was more than willing to join in.

“We met in high school -” Alice answered, ignoring Flip’s loud groan of displeasure as she approached his back, hands resting on his broad shoulders. “- and we both had the same English class together. Been together since then.”

“Oh, ain’t that sweet!” Ron snickered and Alice simply nodded while Flip grew more grouchy.

Flip’s wife hummed and combed her fingers through his neat hair affectionately. “Get a few drinks in this big guy, and he’ll tell you the embarrassing attempts to catch my attention back in history class,” she told Ron lightly before kissing the top of Flip’s head, ignoring how her husband grumbled under his breath with flushed cheeks.

“Ron,” Alice spoke up, catching the guest’s attention while Flip dropped his head back to look up, “do you mind if I make pot pie for dinner? If you’re staying, that is - no pressure. It’s chicken, too, and you can bring some leftovers home!”

“He doesn’t need -” Flip was about to further tease Ron until Alice shushed him and put her hand over his mouth.

“Don’t listen to him, Ron,” Alice told him kindly, while pinching her husband’s nose in rhythm with her other hand. “In this house, this is my domain, and I’m more than happy to share leftovers with friends of Flip. He just doesn’t like sharing my cooking with other people. Likes to think it makes men fall for me and gets jealous when guys ask for more.”

“Well, they say a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” Ron shrugged with a grin. “I think I’ll stay for dinner, since ya offered so sweetly, ma’am, if it’s not too much trouble. Seeing Flip in his natural habitat is very interesting.”

“Very different, huh,” Alice snickered while lightly scritching Flip’s scalp lightly before patting his shoulder. “If you guys need anything, let me know. I’m going to start dinner!”

“If you need anything...” Flip spoke pointedly back to her, his smile soft but his eyes serious. Ron didn’t miss the way how Flip’s knee started bouncing with the silence between them, only for Alice to poke the tip of his nose.

“Just call!” she nodded. “I know, I know. You two don’t cause too much trouble.” Alice turned around and went back to the kitchen, humming a tune once more as the added noises of pots and pans clattered and the sink turning on.

Ron watched Flip carefully, noticing how the leg he was bouncing before was now rocking side-to-side just a bit. Scratching behind his ear, Ron bit back his smirk. “Sure are pretty protective of her, huh. Don’t get so stuffed up, I’m not going to try and take your lady, Flipper,” he chuckled when Flip made a questionable grunt and looked over at him. “You’re not comfortable. If you really need me to leave, I can -”

“No, no. It’s fine,” Flip shook his head and waved a hand. “It’s not you, honestly. It’s just Alice, y’know, trying to keep an eye on her...”

The Detective blinked slowly and leaned back on his spot. “Is that why you weren’t at the station? She a wild card or she’s not feeling well lately?”

“She has a condition, is all. Called Epilepsy, where you get seizures and tremors you can’t control,” he explained as simple as possible. “She doesn’t get them too often, but she gets moments where they’re one after another and leaves her very sore and sick, so…

“Alice gets ‘em a few times a year, usually when she’s stressed from work or overly tired, so it’s nothing to worry about so much,” Flip shrugged carefully. “Sarge and Chief already know, so they get it if I have to take a few days off to keep an eye on her.”

“So Flip Zimmerman calls in sick to take care of his wife? Big, buff Flipper just wanted to take care of his sweet lady and leave me all alone at the precinct with Jimmy’s bad jokes and Harold’s snoring,” Ron rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Not a big deal to me, brother. Just glad you didn’t - I don’t know - get kidnapped and locked in a basement. It was nice to meet your wife, though. She’s a lot nicer than most white folk I meet, especially the ladies.”

“She’s like that. Lots of people like her.”

“I apologize for prying like that about you and your missus like that.” For him, Ron felt a little bit guilty. After meeting Alice and feeling an instant sense of respect and care for the woman, and now, knowing of her condition and Flip’s reason for staying home, he felt like he knew too much of their personal lives. He he was more than aware of how Flip preferred his life outside of work to just be his own: No Detectives, no cases, no undercover investigations…

“It’s fine. It might as well happen sooner or later.” Flip huffed before giving him a tired, but genuine half-grin. “I can already tell Alice likes ya. She’s going to be adding you to her baking goods list, so prepare to add on some pounds.”

As soon as the chicken pot pie engulfed the cozy home with delicious smells and was just being pulled out of the oven, Jimmy helped himself inside and sang his presence. Flip was probably more annoyed about the other man’s lack of knocking than anything else, yet Alice was just all laughs and grinning. As much as Flip refused to acknowledge the wonderful atmosphere of having company other and sharing a big dinner with friends, not having worry about work for a good hour or so with some beer, Alice knew her husband better. By the time Ron and Jimmy left with full bellies and tupperware full of leftovers, Alice found her tall man scrubbing the dirty dishes in her place after locking up the door.

“Go on and shower, baby doll,” he instructed her when she hugged him from behind and thanking him for taking over for cleanup duty. When she peeked under his strong arm, he wrapped his damp arm around her waist - making sure not to get soapy water all over her sweater - and kissed her forehead and down her face to her jaw.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to finish up? I can handle it,” she offered, nuzzling into his shoulder.

“Mm-mm, it’s alright. You were on your feet the whole time I was out running errands before making dinner, weren’t you...” he told her slowly, making Alice whine and refuse to meet his handsome, smart eyes. He heard her mumble about how she just wanted to fold the laundry and dust a bit under her breath. Flip chuckled and nipped lightly at her neck to tickle her into submission. It worked, feeling her melt against his chest while he reached to dry his large hands with the kitchen towel. “Just go get cleaned up and ready for bed. I’ll be there when I’m done out here, you did enough today, sweetheart.”

Alice sighed softly before agreeing with him. “Fine, okay. I’ll go to bed, but you better be there and not work on whatever the heck is in the envelope until tomorrow,” she warned him stubbornly.

“Anything my queen demands of me,” Flip returned before seeing her smile and reward him with a kiss. As soon as she turned around and prepared to make her way to the bathroom inside the master bedroom, Flip was able to slip a fun, teasing spank to her bottom with his dry hand. Alice couldn’t help herself but laugh at his playful attitude as she left the kitchen, knowing fully well that her husband’s eyes kept its gaze locked on her ass.

Changing her pajamas into a cute, blue silk button-ups (which she had a matching pair with her tall husband) after taking a careful shower, Alice brushed her hair accordingly to dry natural in the cool temperature of the bedroom after getting out as much water as possible. Lying back in bed with her head cushioned by her pillow, Alice carefully read her novel in the silence of the bedroom. It took her a moment to register the shift of weight from the other side, and she was about to move her legs to give Flip room until familiar hands grasped her legs to hold still, making her grin.

Lifting her book away to watch her husband crawl onto the bed, hovering over her, Alice couldn’t resist her snickers when he playfully growled. Each hand on either side of her head, his knees pressed with her legs in between, Flip had a naughty glint in his eye while she placed her book on the nightstand, saving her spot.

“Hi, big shot,” Alice greeted, although her breath was caught short when Flip suddenly crouched; dropping majority of his weight on top of her, his face burying into her chest while his hands drew themselves up and groped her breasts in his large hands. Alice chuckled at this action and tangled her fingers into his soft, curly hair.

“Hey, baby doll,” he responded with a relaxed exhale. Lifting his head, Flip rest his cheek against the swell of her breast and gave her his lovey-dovey gaze that made her feel warm all over underneath the blanket.

“Did you like dinner?”

His smile grew to a grin under his mustache. “I always love dinner, baby.”

“Even,” she sang while twirling a lock of his hair, “with the rookie finally meeting your lovely wife and both teased you a bit?”

Suddenly he groaned in annoyance, making Alice giggle when he rolled to bury his face back into her chest. “You’d think Jimmy would’ve given a call about sending Ron over,” he grouched, nuzzling between the fabric of the buttons to come in contact with her skin with the tip of his nose. “Just feel bad that you weren’t feelin’ the best to be meeting new people.”

“I don’t mind,” Alice hushed him, combing his hair with her hand while the other traced the lines of the pattern of his top with her fingertips. “I told you this morning, I feel a lot better today than yesterday. I’m happy to have met him, after nearly getting my husband caught by white supremacists once or twice while undercover.”

“Alice…”

“Ron Stallworth is obviously a very nice man, and I appreciate how much he puts himself into his work to make the world a better place. I can tell he has a good heart, a witty personality and a good future ahead of him at the precinct,” Alice listed off, unable to help herself from grinning when Flip sat up a bit. Feeling his fingers plucking the buttons apart, she snickered when he was able to get the top half of the buttons undone and began pressing kisses to the newly exposed skin of her collarbone and sternum. “If he can promise not to get my husband in danger to the point that he can’t come home, I think him and I will get along perfectly.”

“If only he knew how much danger he would be in, if it came to that,” Flip egged on affectionately, planting a soundly kiss to the tiny, tiny freckle that was often hidden with her numerous tops or bra. “If he knew just how dangerous you can be when you’re pissed off, he would wrap me in bubble wrap and put a helmet on my head every time I clock in.”

“You do have a preference for dangerous women, Philip Zimmerman, especially when they’re mad.”

“I can’t help it, especially when one of them had fire in her eyes and tapping her foot,” Flip listed off, rocking his hips side-to-side against her in a teasing manner. He kissed from her chest to up her neck, wriggling up to reach her face next. “There’s this one lady who looks particularly cute when she’s mad; when I instruct her to stay in bed, because she had a medical episode that made her very sore and sick afterwards, she bit me when I tried to kiss her.”

“Oh, no!” Alice gasped and covered her mouth in a fake dramatic surprise, all while her husband was just grinning in the midst of giving her kisses on her cheek and jaw. She huffed a laugh when he gingerly plucked her hand away and sealed her lips in a long, sweet kiss that made her sigh.

“Or, the time in high school when that same threw a basketball from the second floor at my head, because she wanted to say she loved me before my game -”

“I was trying to get your attention, I didn’t mean to hit your head!” she pouted, and Flip just cupped her face with his big hands and kissed her deeper, laughing against her mouth while she whined. “How long are you going to hold that against me?”

“As long as you hold against me for the time you found your underwear in my glovebox.”

“It was my cute pair that you knew I was looking for,” Alice grouched. “It was my favorite, too.”

Flip hummed a low chuckle against her, kissing her fake pout away before kissing the tip of her nose. Seeing her sneak her hand between them to yawn into her palm more politely, Flip couldn’t stop himself from giving her a careful look over. Timing the length of the yawn to the complexion of her face with a brush of his thumb against her cheek. When she was done, she rest the weight of her head on the pillow, taking a deep breath while her hands rest casually against his upper arms.

“How are you feeling now, baby doll?” he asked her gently. “You got up all by yourself today and seem to have a lot more energy than yesterday.”

She agreed with a nod and a soft, “A lot better.”

“Your shoulder doesn’t hurt as much, does it?” he asked next, his right hand coming to move to the collar of her sleeping top and gently push it aside. Under the thick fabric of her pajama shirt, the curve of her shoulder held a distinct bruise in a rather vertical angle. Pressing a very light kiss nearby, Flip was careful to look at the bruise. “You hit the corner wall pretty hard, didn’t ya?”

“I don’t particularly remember, but it’s alright. I’m a tough lady, I can handle it,” Alice said rather confident, making her husband smirk. “Have you met my husband? He’s a Detective and deals with plenty of bullshit on a daily, punches criminals and kicks ‘em in the balls; makes a badass bowl of cereal and glass of orange juice and give the best, hot and steamy sex with his big -”

“Hah!” Flip snorted before burying his face into her warm breasts, tickling her into a laughing fit together that shook their bed. When he blinked back his tears of joy and sniffed while lifting his head to look back to her, he found her cheeks bright red and basically glowing with her own amusement. “Yeah, yeah. You’re my tough, little lady and I do indeed have a big schlong, thank you for noticing after all these years.”

Alice pulled her cute smile, playing with that specific strand of hair that always dangled next to his brow, twirling it with her finger. “You’re welcome, big shot,” she sang softly, earning her to have him take her hand and kiss her wrist first, before kissing the simple wedding band on her finger. “Will you at least work on the papers tomorrow and stop by the precinct? I don’t want you to fall behind by missing three days to take care of me when I’m feeling better.”

“I’ll think about it,” he nodded, only to see her eyes narrow with a simple glance. “Tomorrow, I promise. I’ll do the work tomorrow, here at home, then I’ll think about stopping by. I’ll give ‘em a ring…”

“Thank you, sweetie,” Alice smiled and kissed him. “So, when are you gonna undress for me and get in bed? I’ve been fairly patient with having guests over to restrain from feeling your muscles and cuddling you.”

An amused snicker filled the bedroom when Flip made an unusual grunt and bounced himself up to his hands, causing the whole bed to jump with her in between to try and hide her laugh. She didn’t mind the silly tune of a poor attempt to sultry music as he locked eyes with her as he circled his hips and began unbuttoning his flannel. She knew he had no plans of being intimate with her - probably will need to wait a week, at least, for his poor anxiety playing ‘what-if’s - but he never fails to make her laugh to the point her belly aches to where she would need to curl against him and have him hold her close. Just him in his underwear and t-shirt, holding her with his big, warm hands and nuzzling her so affectionately that she just easily forgets her medical condition and the bruises on her shoulder and knees; how she aches after waking up in Flips arms and cries in apologies while he shook his head and kissed her clammy cheeks, whispering he’s going to call Chief’s desk and leave a message how he was going to stay home and take care of his wife. Nothing but the warmth of her man’s embrace and his calm, sweet voice helping her forget and heal once again.

I feel like domestic Flip Zimmerman would be very opposite to working Flip, and I certainly had fun with Ron and Alice teasing him in the middle. I hope you enjoyed and will let me know what you think!

#pilotanonwrites #flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #pilotanonblerb #oc/reader insert #reader insert #flips wife #Female reader #female reader insert

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clockworkmoose · 5 years

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The saga of this past week:

So a day or two after I put in my two-weeks notice in January (which turned into not-quitting-but-stepping-down-into-a-roll-where-I-only-work-when-I-choose-to-teaching-classes-and-nothing-else-if-I-don’t-want-to) Chaos employee got written up by my manager for unprofessional-ism and tardiness, and in retaliation/reaction, Chaos submitted an ADA request form along with a deposition from a court case that basically read that she was “average” in all tested mental aspects. Chaos felt this was sufficient proof to get an ADA accommodation to arrive late to her shifts and badmouth me, her manager, to customers and other employees.

HR disagreed.

HR put her on a week of leave to get the ACTUAL forms and doctor notes she needed for an ADA accommodation and to figure out what sort of accommodation she WOULD be getting (I had been giving her a 15 minute window to arrive late for 2 years, I was giving her a schedule a minimum of 4 weeks out in written, texted, and verbal format for 2 years... I don’t know what reasonable accommodation can be made for telling customers that your boss isn’t doing her job properly and that Chaos should be the boss instead.....)

Chaos decided that being asked to provide the legally required documents constituted discrimination and harassment, and quit (Dec. 20th or thereabouts). Put in her 2 weeks, HR said “no that’s okay, don’t come back to the store ever.”

For the rest of the week and a half of my time as manager, I had to pull up records (I keep VERY good records, I like paperwork, I am very good at paperwork is something I learned from this job) basically defending myself from accusations and lies that Chaos kept telling HR. We’re talking she sent 30 emails in 3 days level of crazy. Saying things like that I was stealing money from the customers. I was stealing commissions from my employees. I was favoring one employee over her in terms of scheduling (this was the exact opposite! I was favoring CHAOS LADY because she gave me no choice of when to schedule her except the exact timeblocks she picked, so everyone else had to get slotted around her!)

One of the last emails she sent on Friday (Dec. 31) was the one where she informed HR that I had been changing commission credit from other people to myself, stealing money from Chaos’s paycheck. I wasn’t supposed to see this email, but it was forwarded from HR to my manager, who showed me in a fit of “Oh my god, can you believe this? There is a VISIBLE TO ALL EMPLOYEES record of every change made in the commission report! She could check and see this isn’t true!”

In this email, Chaos strongly suggested to HR that I ought to be fired.

Side note: I never told Chaos that I put in my 2 weeks because she had her meltdown before I had a chance and frankly I didn’t want to at that point.

Saturday, I send out an email to our entire customer base (Chaos included) saying that the store is hiring for a new manager position.

I get a text from Chaos on Sunday morning all full of fake concern that I’ve been fired, saying that she did her best to go to bat for me, say that I was a good manager, and that I was the best for the job. I don’t reply.

On Monday she calls the store and is surprised I answer. I tell her that no, I’m not fired, I quit on my own terms, and am leaving on a good footing. Chaos is surprised, but says she’s happy I wasn’t fired. She sounds the opposite of happy. Later that day is when manager finalized the plan of me not quitting outright, but to work on my own terms. I keep my employee discount, I keep teaching classes I love, win win.

Now, Chaos’s stepmom is a customer with us. And Chaos must’ve told Stepmom that I’ve quit, because stepmom calls the store a little later on concerned that the class she signed up for will be canceled. I reassure her, no, I’m not quitting, I will still be teaching her class.

On Tuesday, New manager is in the store, her first day fully taking over the manager role. Phone rings, New manager answers it. Chaos is on the line, confused about her stepmom telling her I was still teaching. Didn’t I quit? New manager has been warned that Chaos is not to be calling the store, as per HR, she has to go through them. New manager DOES say that she can’t share information on any employees, past or present, and then that no, she can not tell Chaos when I am working next to schedule a conversation with me (something we do for customers) because I am not on the schedule for that.

On Wednesday, stepmom calls back again, worried AGAIN that I’ve been fired, having heard that I’m not on the schedule from Chaos. I reassure her that technically, I am not on the schedule, because I am not available to be scheduled for a “customer callback” with Chaos. I will be coming in, teaching my entire shift, and then leaving. No time for phone calls. I am still teaching her class, no worries, I have not been fired.

On Sunday, I go in, teach the class with Stepmom. Tell employee/coworker that I will see him on Monday (yesterday). Stepmom must have told Chaos I was going to be working on Monday. What I meant was “I will bring in these teddy bear googly eyes for you on Monday and then go shopping in a different town.” Coworker knew this as per prior conversations.

So Chaos went in to the store yesterday to see me. And was told that I “wasn’t working, was just dropping off some things for the store before I left town.”

So she called the store today, complaining that we were all lying to her about me being fired and skipping town in disgrace. To which new manager was like, what are you talking about, she’s still here, she’s still teaching classes every week this month???

And at this point, Chaos has literally no idea what my status is at the store, we are all accidentally unintentionally contradicting each other and also her own assumptions, and completely fucking with her without meaning to.

And I could call/text her and clear everything up, and when I heard that today it happened YET AGAIN I felt bad...

but after like 30 seconds the feeling passed and I did a nasty mean little giggle and went on with my day.

#r/pettyrevenge #work blogging #long post #i am a small bundle of glee and vindictiveness #and am almost getting my life back under control and ready to try socializing with other human beans again #moosemun

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yoonminnow · 6 years

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Waiting (01)

→ pairing | Jungkook x Reader x Hoseok

→ word count | 9.5k

→ genre | Restaurant AU | host!Jungkook | waiter!Hoseok | crack, smut, and just a dash of angst for flavor

→ summary | Nauseating hangovers, grouchy bartenders, and stoned bus boys are just a snapshot of your daily life working as a waitress at BigHit restaurant. However, through the chaos, your new bunny-teethed trainee manages to capture your attention. Too bad romance and the restaurant industry go together about as well as Namjoon and sharp objects.

→ warnings | explicit sexual content, language, drinking, drugs (kind of), just general bts crackhead behavior.

A/N: Inspired by the movie of the same title as well as my own experience as a server. Believe me when I say it’s as much of a shit show as I make it out to be.

Part ii, (Coming Soon!)

The sway of your car makes you grunt in pain as you pull into the parking lot of BigHit Restaurant, BHs for short, or BigShit as it is so affectionately referred to as by you and your coworkers.

A hangover from Park Jimin’s party the night before sits nauseatingly in your skull, but you’re hoping the Advil you had taken dulls the ache before you inevitably slide your card into that damned POS system to signify the start of your eight-hour hell of a shift. Speaking of which, you glance at your car clock to see you have three minutes before you need to head inside. You silently curse at yourself for taking those last two, okay, two and a half tequila shots when you knew you had to be up for a morning shift, But, to be fair, Jimin’s parties only came around so often. And by so often you mean at least three times a month, but who’s counting really?

A groan escapes your lips as your hand swings behind your passenger seat to grab your apron. You had folded it nicely after your shift yesterday, but either Jin or Taehyung must’ve knocked it to the ground when you drove them to the party yesterday. Scoundrels. You eye the wrinkled garment before shrugging and tossing it to hang over your shoulder.

A final glance at the clock tells you that your time is up, so with a shameful amount of effort, you pull yourself from the car and make your way towards the ever so slightly totalitarian looking building. It had recently received a renovation as part of the company’s attempt to make the atmosphere more “hip” so as to appeal to a younger demographic. However, the designer had been a little overzealous with the industrial-eco-minimalist-Pinterest-esque design and the restaurant now looked like a high-class prison with an assortment of plants and string lights sprinkled on top. The day after the reveal, Yoongi had come into work wearing a bright orange jumpsuit and Manager Bang nearly had his head for it.

Your temple pulses as you force open the heavy wooden door, reminding you yet again of your poor decision-making skills, but luckily, you aren’t waitressing this morning. Manager Bang had listed you as a trainer on the schedule for today, and though you’d much rather be balls deep in a Black Mirror binge session, training is definitely preferable to dealing with the snobby customers that make up the weekday lunch rush. You’ll let Namjoon deal with that today.

Speak of the devil, you catch sight of Namjoon prepping his tables upon you entering the dining area. His hair is slightly disheveled to match his backwards apron, and judging by the puffiness of his eyes he managed to get about as much sleep as you had.

“Greetings, Joon!” you call out from the doorway.

Your shout causes his hand to flail in shock, and subsequently knock over the salt shaker he had been filling. The icy stare he directs at you would probably be more intimidating if you hadn’t seen him curled up on the couch clutching onto Jimin’s thigh just a handful of hours earlier.

“God, what are you, a drill sergeant? Shouldn’t you be as miserable as me?” he grumbles out, sweeping the salt from the table into his cupped hand.

“Ah, from years of practice I have become a master of masking pain. Plus, I didn’t drink as much as you did. Come to think of it, no one did.” you claim as you walk over to Namjoon to help him refill the formerly filled shaker.

“Mm.” Namjoon hums in response. “Was it that bad?”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Jin doesn’t even remember.” you shake your head.

“Remember what?”

“Oh. Uhm, nothing.” you spew out.

“Y/N, what did I-”

“So anyway, your shirtless rendition of Careless Whisper was really something to behold!” you quickly change the subject.

“M-my what?”

“Don’t fret, your rhythm-was-wonderful,” you say as you pat his shoulder to punctuate each word.

“Please, stop talking.”

Driven by his discomfort, you slowly bring the salt shaker up to your mouth to pose as a microphone. “I’m never gonna dance again,” you croon out, reaching your hand up to run it down Namjoon’s unamused face. “The way I dance with youuu-”

“Ehem.”

The sound of a throat clearing prompts you to whip around, sodium mic still in hand, only to find yourself face-to-face, or rather face-to-bald-spot with your manager.

Despite his looming presence in the restaurant, Manager Bang’s physical stature doesn’t quite hold the same imposing quality. His wispy black hair reaches just about eye-level for you, and though this sometimes causes your neck to ache when you have to stare down at him for extended periods of time, it does mean that on this one particular occasion you are able to see over his head into the large brown doe eyes of whom you can assume is your trainee for the day.

The round eyes blink at you when you meet their gaze, remaining for what is likely considered a moment too long before your attention snaps back down to Manager Bang.

“Y/N, this is Jungkook. Jungkook, Y/N. She will be your trainer for today.”

“Hello.” the young boy named Jungkook smiles out, exposing a cute set of bunny-like teeth, and you can’t help the tug at your lips as you continue to take in his soft young features.

“Welcome.” you beam back, realizing you still have the salt shaker held up to your face. You quickly set the offending object back down onto the table before wiping your palms down your apron.

“Y/N is one of our strongest servers, and also our best host.” your manager relays to Jungkook.

“I’m the only host.” you correct.

“Making you the best!” Manager Bang proclaims.

“And the worst.” Namjoon digs from behind you.

You throw an elbow back, hoping to catch Namjoon in the side, but are met with only air and a self-satisfied chuckle from the waiter.

“She will teach you everything you need to know before tonight.” your manager directs towards Jungkook, to which he nods sweetly.

“Okay, then! Y/N, I trust you’ll mold this boy into an upright employee with your delicately skilled hands.” Bang booms as you try to hide your distaste with his peculiar choice of metaphor. “If you have any questions, I’ll be in the back.” Manager Bang announces before slipping past you. “And Namjoon, clean this mess up.”

“Yes, sir.”

You shoot a cocky smile back to Namjoon before turning your attention to Jungkook, who now has his bottom lip tucked under his teeth.

“Okay!” you clasp your hands in front of you and rock back onto your heels. “So, with that lovely image in our heads, have you worked in a restaurant before?”

“Uhm,” he speaks shyly while scratching at the back of his neck. “No, I’m actually- th-this is my first job like this.”

His mannerisms and slight stutter all serve to accentuate how damn young he looks, and though you fear his answer may sully your pride, your curiosity ultimately gets the best of you.

“Jungkook, if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”

“I just turned 21.” The corner of his lip turns upwards.

“Ah, I see,” you say, suddenly becoming hyper-aware of the crows feet around your eyes that you spotted this morning. “That makes you the youngest here then.”

“Is that bad?” Jungkook questions innocently.

“No, not at all.” you wave your hands. “Everyone’s cool. No initiation bullshit,” you say as you throw a glare Namjoon’s way, and though he doesn’t lift his head, the shrug he gives confirms that he knows you were speaking to him.

Rather than speak, Jungkook simply nods.

“Alright, so a tour!” you announce, turning away from the boy to face the open restaurant floor. “This is the main seating area,” you say as you fan your arm over the booths and tables that take up a majority of the floor space. “This is my section,” you say pointing to the booths at the middle of the restaurant, “in the center because I’m the best.” you joke loud enough for Namjoon to overhear. He clucks his tongue but doesn’t bother to start a feud.

“That section is usually Namjoon’s, who happens to be that beaming ball of light over there.” you gesture in Namjoon’s direction and he sends a lethargic wave back to Jungkook. “And the patio is usually Hoseok’s, who you’ll meet tonight.”

“Only three of you?” Jungkook questions.

“Two for the lunch shift,” you correct. “Three on dinner. Yoongi our bartender and Taehyung our busser can serve if we need them, but Yoongi is a grump, and Tae is...well.”

“He’s Tae.” Namjoon finishes for you.

“I guess I’ll find out what that means later.” Jungkook laughs.

“Oh, I’m sure you will.”

Jungkook trails close behind you as you walk him through the restaurant, pointing out different sections and features he’ll have to know. He follows obediently, and though he doesn’t speak much, he has a habit of humming confirmations when you’re explaining something. Which is why halfway through the tour, when you’re walking Jungkook into the kitchen, you notice the absence of his cute little hums. You cast a glance over your shoulder to make sure you haven’t lost him only to find his eyes aimed down at an angle. Is he staring at my...You halt your steps suddenly so that the boy almost bumps into you. His head speedily snaps up to your face, eyes wide enough to be telling of his misdemeanor.

You raise your brow to him as a slight smirk pulls at your lips. If he had been anyone else in this restaurant you would laugh out loud at his obvious gawking, but you spare the young boy the embarrassment. Besides, it’s not like you minded a young twenty-something checking you out. You owned these pants partially for that effect in the first place. Jungkook stutters as if he’s about to apologize, but you simply cut him off to begin explaining the different sections of the kitchen, though you can see his face getting redder with shame by the second. Cute.

“Ah, Y/N. You’re up early!” a voice calls out from the kitchen, pulling your attention away from the riveting explanation of the dishwashing station you had been giving.

“Jin!” you beam as the broad man rounds the corner to pull you to his side. “How are you feeling?” your tone suddenly laced with a hint concern.

“Why is everyone talking to me like that this morning?” Jin glances with wide eyes down to you. “Did something happen last night?”

“Wait, you don’t remember the thing?”

“What thing?” Jin questions.

“Last night, when you and Namjoon- you know what, nevermind.” you puff out a breath of air. “Jin, this is our new host, Jungkook!”

Jin glances skeptically at you before turning to Jungkook to shake his hand.

“Good to meet you.” he shoots out at Jungkook. “Is Y/N playing nice today?”

Jungkook’s scrunches his brows as he babbles, “She’s, uh yeah-”

“I’m always nice, Jin. Don’t give him the wrong impression.”

Jin snorts, “Oh yeah? What about the other night when Jimin hit on that hot mom from your section.”

You click your tongue in disdain. “I only slapped him because he said he deserved half the tips for that table!”

“Or how about what you did to Tae last month when he caught you and Hoseok-”

“Okay! Nice chatting with you, Jin!” you shout over him as you guide Jungkook by his arm towards the walk-in refrigerator.

“What did Jin and Namjoon do last night?” Jungkook asks under his breath as you tug him away.

“I’ll tell you later.”

The training session continues like this. You wind your way through the restaurant with Jungkook in tow. He scribbles down the occasional note on his training manual, but mostly he just listens and nods, a large contrast to the noisy boys you’re so accustomed to working with. Up until you are showing him the storage cellar of the restaurant you’re sure he’s only uttered a handful of sentences.

“You don’t talk a lot, do you, Jungkook?” you inquire as you start pulling paper towels off of the shelf to bring back up to the restaurant.

“Oh,” you hear Jungkook shuffle behind you. “I’m sorry.”

You laugh, placing a bag of after-dinner mints on top of your pile. “Nothing to apologize for. I’m just curious.”

“I’m actually not that quiet.” Jungkook rubs at his neck. “It just takes me a while when I meet new people. I-I’m pretty introverted.”

“I understand,” you say, brushing off your knees as you stand back up. “I’m exactly the same.”

Jungkook’s brow twitches upwards. “You? I don’t believe that.”

“What? Why not?” you tilt your head. “Are you calling me loud?”

Jungkook laughs, “No, not loud. I just can’t imagine you as an introvert. You’re so...social.”

You scoff at that. “Oh, you don’t know me that well, kid. I am the queen of asociality.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jungkook’s tone suggests the hint of a challenge, and you are more than prepared to prove your social inadequacy.

“One time,” you pridefully begin, “I spent 45 hours in my room playing The Sims.”

“Oh, that’s nothing!” Jungkook brushes off your attempt. “Try a 72-hour overwatch marathon.”

You step closer as you cross your arms over your chest. You refuse to be out-lonered by a mere child. “I canceled going to a wedding last week to binge watch all the Harry Potters.”

Jungkook meets your steps and looks down at you from the bridge of his nose. “I failed out of one of my classes because I was refused to do the group work.”

“I only have two close friends.” you shoot back.

“I have one.” Jungkook cocks his head to the side, willing you to beat him.

“One time,” you smile, prodding your finger against Jungkook’s chest, “I went so long without talking to anyone that my mom filed a missing persons report.”

Jungkook’s mouth drops open. “Is that true?”

“Scouts honor,” you say, holding up three fingers.

“Are you even a scout?” Jungkook snorts.

“What does that matter?”

“What does that matt- it doesn’t mean anything if you aren’t a scout.” Jungkook garbles out.

You shrug as you turn to pick up your pile of items.“I always thought it was a figure of speech. Like, ‘time is money’ or ‘nip it in the butt.’”

“It’s ‘bud.’” Jungkook corrects you.

“What?” you pause mid-lift. “No, it’s ‘butt.’ Why would it be ‘bud?’”

“‘Bud’, as in cutting off the bud of a plant before it can grow,” Jungkook argues. “Why would it be ‘butt’? Like you’re going to bite a butt?”

“Well, I don’t know what you’re into,” you mumble as you shift the weight of the objects in your grip.

“Here, let me help you,” Jungkook says as he grabs almost everything you had gathered in your arms, leaving you with just two paper towel rolls.

“Jungkook, how am I supposed to withhold my authority over you if you just take my work.” you feign offense as you wave your paper towels above your head.

“Oh, sorry. May I please carry these for you, Ma’am.” Jungkook bows his head to you.

“Ew,” you cringe as you tap the bottom of Jungkook’s chin with your index finger, urging him to look back up. “Don’t call me mam.”

“Yes, sir.” Jungkook flashes his bunny teeth at you, and you mentally curse at your stomach for the backflip it does.

“Opening and closing hours for the restaurant?”

“12 to 10 Sundays and Mondays, and 11 to 11 Tuesdays through Saturdays.” Jungkook rattles off without hesitation.

“Good,” you praise. “And what is the proper term for the patrons of our restaurant?”

“Guests,” Jungkook answers readily.

“Excellent! We never refer to them as?”

“Customers.”

“Nice, Jungkook! Your quizzes are all finished.” you beam at the boy sitting across from you. “Do you feel ready for tonight?”

“I think so,” Jungkook says while thumbing through the pages of the employee handbook.

“You’re going to be fine. And if you need help I’ll be on the floor all night,” you assure him as you pick up the empty basket of fries you had shared from the center of the table. “So, I have to start getting ready for my shift, but seriously if you need me for anything-”

“I’ll come to find you.” Jungkook finishes.

“Good.” you nod, turning away to head to the kitchen, but Jungkook calling out your name triggers you to look back in question.

“Thank you for helping me today.” Jungkook’s shy smile returns to his face.

Your face suddenly seems to flush with heat, and you silently pray it’s because you’re coming down with something.

“Anytime, Jungkook.”

By 5 o’clock Jungkook has settled into his spot at the host stand. You watch him nervously eye the door as you clean down the tables at your section. You momentarily consider going over to give him a little pep talk before the rush kicks in just to boost his confidence, but it’s not at all because you want to catch a glimpse of his incredibly endearing smile again. That would be stupid.

You’re readjusting the drink menus for the third time when a voice from behind you nearly causes you to faceplant into the table.

“Hey, Y/N!” a far too peppy Hoseok chirps from behind you.

“Jesus, Hoseok!” you say standing up to straighten your apron. “How many times have I told you not to sneak up behind me?”

“Oh, someone’s a little grumpy today,” he says, lifting his hand out to deliver a pinch to your cheek which you swiftly slap away.

“Don’t play with me, I’m on a double shift today.” you groan, massaging the tight muscle in your shoulder.

“Why? Are we short-staffed?” Hoseok asks, letting his eyes linger on your exposed neck for a moment while you roll your head to the side.

“No, I was training the new kid.”

“New kid?” Hoseok whips his head around to seek out the new face. When he spots Jungkook over at the host stand his eyebrows raise up. “Oh, he’s just a baby!”

“He’s not that young!” you say defensively before you can stop yourself.

Hoseok’s eyes quickly move back to your reddening face. He pauses for a moment before a sly smile pulls at the edge of his lips.

“Oh,” he tilts his head, “I see.”

“What? See what? There’s nothing to see!” you garble out.

“Oh yeah? Because your cheeks are about as red as Tae’s eyes when he’s baked.”

“Wha- You-” you stutter out. “I’ll show you red.” you threaten as you rise to your tippy toes to squeeze Hoseok’s cheeks between your fingers, but he quickly bats them away.

“Y/N, as much as I enjoy your sweet caresses I actually wanted to ask you something.”

You lower your heels back down to the ground, letting your hand swing limply to your side. “Shoot.”

“Well, there’s this party on Thursday-”

“Hoseok.” you try to cut him off.

“And I was thinking that maybe-”

“Hoseok, no.” you grab the wrist of his gesturing hand to stop him. “You can’t be serious.”

“Why not! We haven’t gone out in over a month.” Hoseok begins to bring his free hand up to your waist before remembering you’re at work and dropping it back down.

“Yeah, and do you have any recollection of why it’s been that long?”

Hoseok pouts his lips out as if he’s thinking before shaking his head innocently.

“Hoseoook,” you drag out his name in annoyance. “I can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what? I thought what we had going was pretty good!” Hoseok brings his hand up to squeeze at your hip quickly before releasing it.

“Oh yeah?” you ask with a false cheerfulness. “And at Jackson’s party, was it going good then too?”

“Jackson’s party? Y/N, that was just-”

“Hoseok,” you interrupt, “you don’t owe me an explanation, you aren’t my boyfriend. But I just- can we talk about this later?”

Hoseok takes a step closer to grab the wrist you had been wringing between your clenched fist. “Okay, but-”

“Uhm, Y/N?” a soft voice calls from behind you.

Your head spins to look over your shoulder only to be greeted with the sight of a wide-eyed Jungkook.

“I’m, uh, seating you at table 23.”

You cock your head to the side to find that there is indeed an older couple standing just behind Jungkook eyeing you suspiciously. You immediately shake Hoseok’s hand from your wrist and spin on your heel, a wide practiced smile breaking out over your face.

“Oh, welcome!” you spew out, as they slide into the booth. “Can I start you with some waters?”

Hoseok tucks his hands into his apron as he passes swiftly behind you, and you do your best to ignore the burn of his stare you feel against your cheek.

The rush hits the restaurant like a semi-truck that night. The decked out kind with all those fancy little lights and a bunk for the driver to sleep in. Having just you, Namjoon, and Hoseok on the floor was a big mistake, and you make a mental note to tell manager Bang that in an only slightly passive-aggressive text later.

Your party of 12 has just spilled something sticky on the floor when another table calls you over with the snap of two perfectly manicured fingers. They brusquely inquire about the location of their second entree, claiming they had been waiting over half an hour even though you know for goddam certain you punched in their order less than 15 minutes ago.

“Let me check right on that for you, okay?” you beam out before stomping your way over to the kitchen.

Upon entering the area, you find that dishes have begun to pile up on the expo line. Though you’d normally refrain from pointing fingers, you can’t help but notice that Taehyung has been recruited from his usual assigned post of bussing to running food to tables, which may potentially probably is the reason that two entrees and a side of mashed potatoes have gotten lost tonight.

“Tae!” you call out as he’s gathering three dishes onto a tray.

His head cocks up to acknowledge that he’s listening without stopping his work.

“Where’s Jackson? Isn’t he supposed to be running tonight?”

“Called out,” Taehyung mutters.

“Son-of-a… that’s the second time this week!” you complain to the dead air. “Okay, well when you get a second could you ask Jimin to bus table 21?”

“Mm,” Taehyung grunts in a way that does little to put you at ease.

You watch for a moment as Taehyung is about to lift his tray up when you notice that the dishes on it are not evenly spaced.

“Wait, Tae! You can’t-” you dive in just in time as the heavy tray starts to tip to the side. Your hand supports the weighty edge to prevent the dishes from spilling over, and besides the bit of scaldingly hot soup that has splashed onto your arm, all the dishes are safe and sound. A woosh of air escapes your lips as you help a frenzied Taehyung bring the tray back to the stand.

“Holy shit! Thanks, Y/N.” he gasps. “Bang would’ve had me killed.” Tae glances up to you as he speaks, and that’s when you notice the red glassiness that is painting the whites of his eyes.

“Tae, are you fucking stoned?” you hiss out to avoid anyone else hearing you.

“I-I’m,” he stutters out as you attempt to burn a hole in his nose with your heated stare. “I thought I would just be bussing today! I didn’t think it’d be a big deal.”

You roll your eyes as you quickly re-adjust the plates on the tray, and set two more on the forearm and palm of your opposite hand. You slide your hand to the underside of the tray before lifting all the dishes with a display of balance that only comes with the experience of too many damn years in this industry.

“You owe me for this.” you shoot back at Taehyung who watches in awe.

You quickly drop the dishes to the assigned tables in Namjoon and Hoseok’s sections before making a mad dash back to the kitchen to recover your missing entree.

“Hey, Jin!” you yell into the smoky abyss. “Where’s my clam linguine?”

“Did you check the system?” is what echoes through the exposed window a moment later, though all you can see is the back of a fry cook’s head.

You glance to the screen on your right to find that your dish is four items away from being ready.

“It says you’re making it!” you shout back.

“So we’re making it!”

“Seokjin, please! I got this woman on my back.” you groan into the window.

“Yeah, me too,” Jin says as he appears in front of you, hair pushed back into a black cap. “And I’m looking at her.”

You blow a strand of hair out of your face, realizing that you need to reassess your tactic.

“Wow, Jin,” you say as you bat your eyelashes at him. “Did I ever tell you how handsome you are?”

“Are you trying to woo your way to the front of the line, Y/N?”

“Me? Well, I’d never,” you say in an adopted southern accent.

“Work on your acting. Here’s your clams.” Jin says as he passes you a plate through the window.

“Oh my god, I love you!” you say grasping the plate.

“Yeah, don’t spread that around, okay? It’ll ruin my cred.”

You stick your tongue out at him before turning away to drop the plate at your table before making your way over to the bar. You make a quick pass by Jungkook who is hunched over the hostess stand. Stressed is an understatement if the shakiness of his hand crossing names from the waitlist is any indication. A sense of guilt washes over you for possibly not having trained him well enough for this, though, realistically it was Manager Bangs fault for starting him on a Friday night. That passive aggressive text is getting upgraded to a mildly-veiled threatening text.

“Hey, Jungkook!” you call out as you walk by. “Bump the wait to 30 minutes. The kitchen could use a break.”

“Oh, okay,” he says, nodding stiffly at you.

You smile and stride over to him to place a hand on the back of his tight neck, pressing into it lightly.

“Loosen up, you’re doing a great job,” you say as you bump your hip into his.

When he mirrors your smile to expose his bunny teeth you feel your chest jump, and you swiftly lift your hand away from him, suddenly realizing that the lack of distance you had created might not be the best choice. With a quick pivot, you head off to the bar.

“Oh,” you call back as an afterthought. “Will you get a busser on table 21?”

“Yeah, no problem!”

You shoot a thanks back to Jungkook as you walk into the bar, the familiar sight of an unamused Yoongi behind the counter bringing a grin to your face.

“Oh, Yoongiii-”

“Don’t start with me, Y/N.” he cuts in bluntly.

You feign a gasp as you press a hand to your chest. “Why, Yoongi. I’m hurt. I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

“Your fucking tables are running me up the wall.” the gray-haired man gripes, his tongue running the length of his cheek in aggravation. “Stop pushing the cocktails so hard.”

“Hey there, grumpy puss. Cocktails mean tips. And also, watch your language. There are children present.” you warn, nodding your head towards a family sat at one of the bar booths.

“What? Jungkook can’t hear me from all the way over there.”

Your mouth drops open in indignation. “He’s not that young!”

“Oh.” Yoongi smirks at your flustered face. “So, Hoseok was right. You have a thing for the new kid.”

“Don’t start.” You wrinkle your nose at Yoongi’s smug face. “And anyway, he’s only a few years younger than you, old man.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, Mariah Carey,” Yoongi says turning back to his drink order screen.

“Mariah Car- Excuse me, but if I’m going to be a cougar I’d like to consider myself more of a Demi Moore,” you argue.

“You wish.” Yoongi taps the screen to life only to groan in response to the items coming up on his list. You can see that your party of twelve’s drink orders fill up a majority of his screen, but it’s too late to duck away in shame before Yoongi is turning back to you.

“Y/N,” he exhales, making you wince. “You’re a beautiful girl, and you know I care very much for your tip percentage, especially because it feeds into mine. But if one more of your customers orders a goddamn frozen margarita, I’m going to shove it so far-”

“Woah, Woah there, mister. First of all, they’re guests.”

“I actually might stab you.” Yoongi groans, sliding a martini towards you.

“So long as the blood doesn’t get in the drinks.” you wink as you place the martinis Yoongi prepared on your tray.

“You better tip me out well today,” Yoongi grumbles out as you turn to exit the bar.

“Is that all I am to you, Yoongi? A source of income?”

“Don’t forget ‘massive thorn in my side.’”

A giggle escapes your lips as you slide through the bar doors.

“Did the bussers clean table 21 yet, Jungkook?” you ask as you pass by the host stand.

“Jimin said he’s on it.” the slightly less frantic looking host relays.

“Mm,” you hum skeptically as you make your way to your table to pass out drinks.

Upon reaching your table 21, you find that it is, in fact, still not clean. A mix of a sigh and a grunt leave your mouth as you glance around the restaurant in search of the blonde haired suspect. Your scanning stops when you spot the accused chatting up one of the guests by the bathroom, and your legs are moving before you prompt them to.

You catch Jimin’s attention when you’re just feet away from him, his eyes widening in panic as his back turns to press against the wall he had been previously leaning against. You close in on him until there are just a few inches separating, willing him to look up at your towering figure.

“Hi.” you greet with a pep in your voice that serves as a strong contrast to your invasive stance.

“Uh, Y/N-” he squirms, feeling uncomfortable with your aggressively joyous demeanor.

“Can I show you something?” you cut Jimin off, tilting your head to the side.

“U-uhm, yeah.” Jimin stutters out before turning to the girl. “I’ll talk to you lat-”

“Okay, let’s go.” you jump in, placing a heavy grip on his shoulder, guiding him back towards the dining area.

Once you’re out of earshot of the guest, you let your face drop.

“What the hell are you doing, Jimin?” you spit out. “Can’t you keep your dick in your pants for one shift?”

“I can assure you Y/N, my dick is very much in my pants.” Jimin mocks, glancing down at his crotch.

“Well, I can assure you that it won’t be for much longer when I chop it off.”

“Yikes.” Jimin recoils from the grasp you have on your shoulder.

You reach up to massage at your shoulder once you reach your table, exhaling a breath as you dig into the tight muscle. “Sorry, Jimin. I’m just stressed about making my rent this month. I need to pull good tips this week, which means I need all the tables I can get.” you admit. “I don’t mean to go all psycho on you.”

Jimin eyes the way you roll your neck, suddenly filled with remorse for causing more stress to you. You roll your shoulders back before bending over to start clearing off some plates.

“No, wait Y/N. I should do it.” Jimin makes a move to grab the plates from your hand.

“Don’t worry, Chim. It’s faster if we both do it anyway,” you assure him, stacking another empty plate onto your forearm.

“Fine.” Jimin relents. “But, at least let me buy you a drink to make up for it tonight.”

You kick your head to the side to get a strand of hair out of your face, bringing your eyes up to Jimin’s. “Fine.” you smile lightly.

“Good,” he says, grabbing the stack of plates from your grip. “And then maybe after I can help massage out your shoulder.”

“Jimin.” your voice sinks to a warning tone.

“Fine, sorry. It was worth a shot.”

You scoff, a smile pulling at your lips as you turn away from the younger boy to start wiping down your table.

Jungkook’s body molds easily into the pleather backing of the booth he’s secured in the employee break area, which is really just a set of tables tucked into the corner of the restaurant. He plops his sandwich that he ordered from you onto the table in front of him before stretching his arms above his head, an exaggerated groan leaving his mouth.

This first shift had fully been kicking his ass so far. He could already feel the ache of his legs from all the standing and running around he had done today. He hadn’t expected a hosting job to be so chaotic. In fact, when his mom sent him out to find a job to help with his tuition payments he had chosen this job because he figured it’d be easy money. It seems like the restaurant gods were laughing at him now for doubting the difficulty of the position.

It certainly could have been much worse though, Jungkook considers. Luckily, you had been there to swoop in multiple times that night and save his ass when he had screwed up.

Watching you fly across the restaurant, handling not only your job but picking up the slack of others made Jungkook have a whole new appreciation for serving, and especially for you. The way you handled yourself was different than anyone he had met before, and he knew that you were probably just being friendly with the way you treated him, but he just couldn’t seem to get your damn smile out of his head.

The image induces a goofy grin to bloom across Jungkook’s face as he reaches to pick up his sandwich, but the sound of a voice to his side quickly snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Hey!” Hoseok says as he pulls out a chair to drop into. “Jungkook was it?”

“Yeah, and you’re Hoseok?” Jungkook asks as he brings the corner of his sandwich to his mouth. Of course, he already knows that. He’s been seating guests in his section all night, but he sticks to the formality anyway.

“Yeah, nice to meet you.” Hoseok shoots a bright smile at the young boy. “So, how are you liking the place so far?”

“It’s good! A lot to take in, but, uh, I had a good teacher.” Jungkook smiles down towards his food, an action that elicits a head tilt from Hoseok.

“Yeah, Y/N’s something, isn’t she?” Hoseok pops a fry in his mouth while keeping his gaze on Jungkook’s face.

“Yeah, she’s- she’s really cool.”

The older server watches as a shy grin breaks out across the younger’s face, and begs him to clear his tightening throat.

“So, what rules has Y/N taught you so far?” Hoseok inquires as he leans back in his chair.

“Rules?” Jungkook raises a curious eyebrow at him before answering. “Uhm, don’t eat the after-dinner mints.” Jungkook recounts.

“That’s what I thought.” Hoseok rolls his eyes. “Okay, Jungkook. I’m gunna give you the lowdown on this place. Just some friendly tips.”

Jungkook swallows hard as he eyes the way Hoseok scoots himself closer to the table, hunching forward slightly as if he’s about to divulge something confidential. “What kind of tips?”

Hoseok brushes his finger along his bottom lip as he considers the question. “Think of this as an unofficial employee handbook.”

“Oh. Okay.” Jungkook wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.

“Alright, so the first rule,” Hoseok says as he props an elbow up on the table with his index finger extended.

Jungkook leans in over his sandwich, fully attentive.

“Don’t piss off Min Yoongi.”

“Min Yoongi,” Jungkook repeats. “He’s the bartender, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Don’t let looks deceive you. He might be small, but he can cut you down faster than anyone, trust me.” Hoseok side-eyes the bartender across the lobby.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks, his brow furrowed with concern.

“Let’s just say the last employee that messed with him had to be referred to a therapist once Yoongi was finished with him.”

“Wow.” Jungkook exhales. “Is the guy okay now?”

“He’s- well actually, no one really knows,” Hoseok crinkles his brow trying to think. “The company was mad because they had to pay for the sessions, but Yoongi never got nailed for it.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah, he’s a softie most of the time. Just don’t get on his bad side.”

Jungkook tears another bite off his sandwich and nods.

“Alrighty, rule number two. This one’s more for our own safety.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says around a mouthful of bread.

“Don’t let Namjoon near knives.” Hoseok crosses his hands into an X over his chest for emphasis.

“What?” Jungkook cocks his head. “But he’s a server. He has to use knives.”

“Nope, not him. Bang made it a rule after he nearly degloved his finger cutting into a guest’s birthday cake.”

Jungkook winces just at the term alone. “What does deglove-”

“Don’t mind that, all you need to know is it’s not pretty.” Hoseok waves Jungkook off. “So, if you see Namjoon with a knife, come find me or Y/N and we’ll handle him. We’re debating extending this rule to Taehyung, but I’ll keep you updated.”

Jungkook hums in agreement.

Hoseok clasps his hands together and rubs his palms before continuing. “Okay, last rule, and probably the most important.”

Jungkook reaches for a sip of his water as he keeps his eyes on Hoseok.

“No incestuous work relationships,” Hoseok says with a straight face.

“No incestu-” Jungkook coughs into his glass. His eyes water as he clears his throat, ridding it of the offending liquid. “So, you mean no dating?”

“No dating, no hookups.” Hoseok nods.

“Oh.” Jungkook clears his throat again as his sights unintentionally jump over to where you’re chatting with Yoongi at the bar.

“Don’t even think about it, kid,” Hoseok says as his eyes follow Jungkook’s. “She’s off limits.”

“I wasn’t-” Jungkook starts, turning his large eyes back to Hoseok.

“It’s okay, We’ve all been ther- Well, wanted to be there before.” Hoseok laughs. “You know how these things go. If it were to get ugly it’d make work pretty awkward, right?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, “right.”

“Just looking out for you, bud.” Hoseok outstretches his hand for Jungkook to accept.

“Yeah, no I appreciate it,” Jungkook says as he slides his palm against Hoseok’s.

“Alright, well I gotta head back in, I’m just on my 5. But me and a few of the others are grabbing drinks after the shift if you want to join.” Hoseok offers as he collects his plate from the table, his hand smoothing out the crease in his apron.

“Okay,” Jungkook smiles up at the older man. “I’ll be there.”

[Hoseok: 11:12] Heading out in a sec babe. Just rolling silverware now.

Babe. You try not to snort at your screen. You had been cut just before the restaurant closed, along with Jungkook, Namjoon, and Jimin. The four of you had headed over to a local bar to secure a table before everyone else got off the clock.

Hoseok made sure to catch you before you left to ask if you were joining them for drinks, and when you confirmed he told you he’d text you. A man of his word, as uncharacteristic as that may be, his text lit up your phone that had been perched on the table to your side. You continue to stare at the text without unlocking your phone before picking it up off the table and tucking it back into your pocket. He knows you’re here already, no need to answer him.

Rather, you turn your attention back to Jungkook who is seated next to you, dress sleeves rolled up and beer in hand. You will yourself not to drool at the prominent vein that twists in his forearm each time he lifts his bottle from the table, but your self-control seems to be at an all-time-low tonight. You’d blame it on the shitty shift, but you’re pretty sure it’s just a result of the boy in front of you.

In the atmosphere of your stuffy restaurant, it was quite easy to mistake Jungkook for a young kid. His sweet demeanor was likely what landed him the job in the first place. But now with his shirt collar unbuttoned and his ruffled hair pushed back from his face it was hard to imagine him as anything other than a handsome young man. Really handsome. Devastatingly so. You grip tighter to your glass of bourbon, trying to clear the thoughts from your head.

“So, you were telling me about your major?” you say, bringing the cool rim of the glass to your lips.

“Yeah, video game design.” Jungkook nods. “I’ve loved video games since I was in diapers, so I figured this was the most noble route to take to justify my obsession.”

“Well, it is noble. It’ll force more people into my chair when their eyes start to go bad.” you laugh, crossing your legs under the table.

“Oh, so you’re an ophthalmologist?” Jungkook perks up.

“Soon to be, I hope.” you sigh, running your finger along the rim of your glass. “I’m paying my way through, so it’ll take me a while to save up enough.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re the best waiter we have then.” Jungkook smiles warmly at you, and you mirror the action without trying.

“I resent that,” Namjoon calls from his seat across the table where he is chatting with Jimin.

“He means waitress,” you call back to Namjoon.

“You’re the only waitress,” Jimin states.

“Making her the best!” Jungkook adds.

“And the wors-”

“Oh my god, where’s the off switch?” you whine, tipping your head back to down the last few sips of your drink. Your throat burns from the sweet alcohol, but you welcome the feeling. As you bring your head back down, you notice a nice little film glazing over your vision now that you sit at a comfortable level of tipsiness.

Jungkook laughs at your expense, and the way his eyes crinkle at the corners makes your face heat up. You lean over to poke his thigh, imploring him to cease his taunting, but as you press your finger firmly to his thigh muscle you’re met only with pain as your finger bends back at an uncomfortable angle.

“Ow, what in the world?” you pull your hand back to your chest as if you had been burned. “Are you made of marble or something?”

“Carved by Leo himself.” Jungkook chuckles at your act of holding your limp hand.

“Da Vinci?” you question.

“No, Dicaprio. Da Vinci didn’t sculpt.”

“Oh and Dicaprio does?” you laugh.

“I’m sure that he’s capable, he’s a man of many talents.”

“Yeah, he sure is,” you say cocking an eyebrow up slowly.

“What? Don’t be weird, he’s like twice your age.” Jungkook twists his face sourly.

“What can I say,” you taunt as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “I have a thing for older guys.”

Jungkook chokes on the beer that he had just tipped into his mouth as you bite down on your tongue to silence your giggles.

“What’s so great about older guys?” Jungkook asks as he brings a napkin up to his mouth to wipe the dribble of liquid from his chin.

“I don’t know. They just seem to know what they’re doing, you know?” you continue to tease.

Truthfully, you hadn’t intended the conversation to head in this direction, but you were thoroughly enjoying the way Jungkook was getting riled up.

“Age doesn’t necessarily relate to competence.” Jungkook challenges while twisting his beer bottle back and forth by its neck, and please god stop looking at his arm.

“Well, I’ve never been given an example that proves otherwise.” you challenge, wishing that you were truly joking.

“You’re probably just looking in the wrong places.” Jungkook shrugs before taking a sip of his beer. “Besides, us young ones have more stamina.”

Your jaw goes slack as you try your best not to let your thoughts linger at the underlying intention of his words, but it’s difficult when Jungkook is watching your face for a reaction. You’re about to mumble out some half-assed remark about lasting ability when someone suddenly drops into the seat to your right, making you jump in surprise.

“Oh, fuck Hoseok! You scared me. Again.” you exhale as he brings his hand across the back of your chair.

“Oops, sorry.” he quips, clearly not sorry at all. He too has stripped down from his work uniform. His shirt slightly wrinkled from the day’s work and his hair parted around his face to reveal his forehead. You wish like mad that you didn’t see him as attractive, but alas, you find yourself once again gripped by his crushingly handsome features.

“Bang held me late. Didn’t you get my messages?” Hoseok inquires, letting his eyes linger on your bare legs for a moment before lifting back to your face.

“I, uh, put my phone away.” you offer lamely.

Hoseok clicks his tongue as he brings his hands down to the seat of his chair to scoot it closer towards the table. You think nothing of it, but it isn’t until you feel the brush of his finger against the outside of your naked thigh that you become fully aware of his proximity to you.

“So, what were you guys chatting about?” Hoseok pries, running his fingertip down to your knee.

You shift your leg under the table to halt his movements, but it simply urges his to grip onto your knee to still it.

“Uh, Leonardo Dicaprio,” you answer in an attempt to keep the conversation flowing. You shoot Hoseok a warning glance, silently imploring him to stop, but he avoids it by keeping his eyes trained on Jungkook.

“Yeah, Y/N has a thing for him.” Jungkook chuckles, unaware of your sudden change in demeanor.

“Is that so?” Hoseok teases with a squeeze to the soft muscle above your kneecap. “You never told me about that.”

“It’s, uh, nothing serious. We haven’t even set a date yet.” you joke, trying to distract yourself from the way Hoseok was massaging his fingers into the flesh of your thigh.

“She says that she prefers older men.” Jungkook continues to taunt, fully oblivious to the way your spine has straightened against the back of your chair, and how your hands are now anchored on your seat.

Hoseok’s fingers dig into the smooth skin of your inner thigh as he slowly sneaks them further up your leg. The skirt of your work uniform providing next to no barrier from the onslaught of his movements.

“Well, I’m not so sure that’s true.” Hoseok replies, his voice dipping in tone.

You wish like hell you didn’t enjoy this, that you could swat away his hand or even call him out. But the truth was that you had been craving his touch since you last felt it over a month ago. The familiar pressure of his fingers on your skin immediately drew a reaction from your body, as if it had been trained to respond to him. You could sense how you were heating up, a warmth blooming under the grip of Hoseok’s hand.

The tickle of his fingers at the hem of your skirt makes goosebumps break out across your legs, and you try to hide the shiver that runs through you. You vaguely realize that Hoseok and Jungkook are talking, but the haze of your mind has caused you to lose track of the conversation.

You’re trying to rid your head of its fog when Hoseok suddenly dips his hand beneath your skirt. His pinky and ring finger brush lightly against your clothed core, causing your already useless mind to go completely blank. The sensation urges you to take in a sharp inhale, your chest rising harshly with the sudden intake of breath. You sense Jungkook’s eyes move to your face from where they had previously been focused on Hoseok, but you drop your head to your lap to deflect his stares.

Your break in resolve does nothing to halt Hoseok’s efforts though. He pulls Jungkook’s attention back to him with a laugh as his hand continues to lift your skirt higher up onto your thighs. Your breath comes in short puffs as you anticipate his next movement, and when his fingers tap your sensitive clit, even over the barrier of your panties, the sensation shoots pleasurably through your core, forcing your thighs to clench around his intruding hand. Your jaw slackens, and the feeling in your chest threatens to bubble out in the form of a moan, but you hide it in time with a forced cough. You feel Jungkook’s eyes look to you again and suddenly your rational mind comes back full force yelling at you for being an idiot. Though every muscle in your body is begging you to stay, you know you have to stop this.

Without a second thought, you plant your palms on the edge of the table to push your chair back, the legs of your seat scratching noisily on the hard floor. Hoseok’s hand hastily retreats from your skirt back to his lap as your legs become visible from under the table.

Your actions must have lacked any and all subtlety because upon standing you notice that all your coworkers’ eyes, even those you hadn’t noticed arriving, have now turned to you.

“Uhm, bathroom.” you offer awkwardly as you feel your cheeks burn from the attention.

Your steps are hurried as you make your way to the darkened hallways leading to the restrooms, only stopping once your hidden in the dim light. You press your back to the wall to ease some of the weight from your wobbly legs, cursing at Hoseok for being able to affect you with so little effort on his part.

You’re taking a deep inhale to steady your breathing when you hear footsteps approaching, but you keep your head tilted back against the wall already having expected the perpetrator to follow you here.

“What do you want, Hoseok?” you mumble with your eyes closed.

“I just think we should talk.” the familiar voice responds from a few feet in front of you. You finally lift your head to look at the boy whose dark eyes are hidden partially from the shadow his bangs are casting on his face.

“I don’t know about you, but I usually talk with my mouth. Not my fingers.” you cock your brow to accentuate your annoyance.

“Sorry,” Hoseok apologizes, taking a step closer to you. “Fuck, I’m sorry. It’s just been a while. I’m not thinking straight.”

“Well, if you can’t keep your hands to yourself then you probably shouldn’t be around me.”

Hoseok looks down at your arms you’ve folded over your chest. The emotion he’s conveying on his face being something akin to a kicked puppy, but you refuse to fold.

“Are you really that mad at me?” Hoseok asks as he furrows his brow.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you lift one arm to press into your tight shoulder. “I’m not mad, Hoseok. You can be with whoever you want.”

“But you are mad, otherwise you wouldn’t be avoiding me like this.” Hoseok attempts to reason.

He takes another step forward to place his hand over the one you had been pressing into your shoulder, nudging it gently to the side to replace your fingers with his own. The pressure of his deft fingers massaging into your tight muscles is worlds better than your own, and you have to resist moaning when he twists his fingertips into a particularly tough knot.

“I’m not mad,” you say as your eyes slip closed, enjoying the rhythmic circles Hoseok was now kneading into your shoulder. “I just don’t want to be mixed up in it anymore. I don’t want to be one of many.”

“Y/N, you’re not one of many. I enjoy being with you. It’s just-” Hoseok hesitates, and you lift your lazy eyelids to watch him attempt to find his words again. “I’m just not ready-”

“Hoseok,” you interject, “I’m not asking you to commit. I’m asking you to respect that I don’t want to be a part of this anymore.”

It seemed a bit hypocritical to be telling Hoseok this when all you wanted was for him to continue touching you, but it needed to be said. You had been falling in and out of bed with Hoseok for close to half a year now to no avail. Not that you had begun this whole thing with the intention to breed a committed relationship, but when you found yourself becoming a little too attached it became hard to accept the mere bones he’d throw your way. A text here, a call there, an occasional drunken hookup on the weekends. It all just began to feel dirty in your mind.

This became especially clear to you when you saw him at your coworker Jackson’s party with another girl just last month. Taehyung and Jimin had spent the whole night by your side despite you assuring them you were fine, but truthfully you had gone home just past midnight that night and cried into your pillow with Adele on full blast. The next morning you had awoken with a new found determination to pull yourself out of this situation, and dammit you were not going to cave now just because of Hoseok’s beautifully skilled fingers.

You bring your arm up to brush Hoseok’s hand off your shoulder, and he allows his fingers to slide down to your upper arm.

“I get it. I’ve just missed you a lot,” he says as he takes another half step closer to you, his body just inches from pressing yours to the wall.

“I-I missed you too,” you admit. “But, Hoseok-”

“Y/N?” you suddenly hear someone call from outside of the hallway, their voice laced with concern. The soft tone clues you in that it’s Jungkook who is approaching, and you swiftly realize that you have no idea how long you’ve been gone now. He must have come to check on you after you were missing for so long.

You’re about to call back to him when Hoseok unexpectedly closes the remaining gap between your bodies, effectively pinning you with his hips. The weight of his torso stops your words in your throat and they are instead replaced with a grunt when your back is pressed further into the wall.

“Hoseok,” you hiss, glancing up at the boy to find that he’s already looking down at you. “What the fuck are yo-”

You’re silenced immediately as Hoseok presses his lips to yours, the end of your question getting muffled between your mouths. Your lips still against his, unable to move since your brain has decided to short circuit. He moves for you, slotting your bottom lip between his and sucking lightly. It’s just clicking in your mind to shove him away when you hear an exclamation come from the other end of the hallway.

“Oh, fuck! Sorry.” the distraught voice of Jungkook rattles off, though you can’t see him with Hoseok’s head blocking your vision.

You hear the squeak of what you assume is Jungkook’s shoe pivoting on the hardwood floors and a series of steps before you garner enough sense to bring your hands up to Hoseok’s shoulders to push his upper body off of you.

“What the fuck was that?” you hiss at the boy who’s only point of fixation now seems to be your lips. You twist them into a scowl, just to ensure your frustration is getting across. “Why would you do that?”

“I’m, uh, not sure.” Hoseok stammers, eyes glancing over your face. “I just heard him coming and- I don’t know.”

“Fucking hell, Hoseok.” you growl as you wiggle out from under his body. You run your hands through your hair before stomping your way out of the hallway, leaving Hoseok behind you.

“Where are you going?” you hear him call out from behind.

“Home.” you spit over your shoulder. “And don’t follow me.”

Part ii, (Coming Soon!)

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alex-guerin · 7 years

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So, the company I work for supplies all the local convenience stores and Speedway gas stations East of the Mississippi River with all their stuff inside the store (you go in and buy a phone charger from a Speedway station? Boom. Came from us. That Snickers ice cream bar you chowed down on? Picked from our freezer...well...not MY freezer -- unless you live within 100 miles of my particular warehouse, but one of our company’s warehouses). Our two major stores use to be Circle K (”Strange things are afoot at the Circle K...”) and Speedway.

Second week of January, our contract with Circle K was up and they switched to a different distribution company. All of the sudden, our work days went from 10 to 12 hrs a day..............to 4.5. I’m not even kidding you. Today the freezer half of my department was done at 4am, my crew in the cooler was done at 4:30am. We started at midnight. For months, and I do mean MONTHS, management was begging anyone and everyone who was willing to work as many hours as possible, to work as many hours as possible. The paychecks were decent, so those of us who decided to work extra hours never really complained, too much.

Now that we’ve hit slow travel season, and we’ve lost Circle K, management doesn’t really want anyone putting in any over time. In fact, if it were up to them, they probably would have preferred that my entire department left once we were finished today...after only 4 or 4.5 hours of work. While 2nd shift no doubt got their full 8 or more hours in today. My shift (3rd shift) is the only one NOT promised a full 8 hour shift. We’d still be called full-timers, still get all the benefits, but there was a good chance we’d be lucky most days to make 36hrs a week during the winter (at least, that’s how it was last winter once we finally hit our winter hours). Now it’s even less likely unless our manager can find something for us to do until 8:30 when we hit our full 8 hr mark.

Well, I like to stay and help Jason on Wednesdays. It’s a heavy day for him, and I like getting to help break down the skids that come in full of product, arrange them on the pallets, and slap the labels on so he can get them confirmed into the system and put away in the freezer. It’s a fun little way for me to be able to spend more time with him, and more often than not, we joke around and tease each other and play and be goofy and everything’s cool. So, when my guys finished at 4:30, and I finished stacking at 5:30/6am, I just wandered my way out to the dock, looked to see what Jason was working on breaking down and dove right in.

My manager found me a few minutes later and was like, “Hey, you’re cool to stay until 8:30. But that’s it. Anything more than that, and we gotta go talk to the warehouse manager. They don’t want anyone to get any overtime right now.” Because of fucking course they don’t want anyone to get any overtime right now. Guuuuuuuuuh!! So, I said that was fine (*cue Morgan Freeman’s narration: “It was in fact not fine,”*) and I set about working to get as much done as I could in what little time I actually had.

Now, Jason has not been feeling well this week. He called off Friday cuz he wasn’t feeling well, and he still isn’t up to par yet. I dropped cold and flu meds off for him Monday after I finished work (which his dad decided to steal most of, thanks dad...) and yesterday he basically went home straight after work and went straight to bed. Today, he still wasn’t feeling well. And on top of that, his “helper” Oscar was being an utter dumbass again and pissing him off right from the start of his shift. So, he was not in a good mood. At all. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get him to laugh or play or anything with me. He went on his first break at 6:30, I went with, and finally got him to talk and tell me what was wrong (Oscar, of course, was the reason. As he usually is). It seemed to help him a little to vent, but not enough to get him to play with me.

Now, last week, he and I were being goofy and playful and...yeah alright, inappropriate but in a fairly innocent way (if that’s possible? All talk, I guess you could say?) and then on Wednesday, I was gonna be brave and do something for him at work (*coughs-lethimcopafeel-coughs*) where the cameras couldn’t see. It was Wednesday, I had hit my 8 hr mark, I was gonna head home. Went into the freezer where I knew he was and kinda nudged his side and told him to meet me in the ice cream room...where there’s no cameras whatsoever. He didn’t question it, he just went. I met him in there, he hopped off his forklift, pulled his skimask down, took half a step forward, his hands were reaching for my waist and while my brain was screaming to abort, my mouth was already telling him to close his eyes so I could take his hand and shove it against my chest. I literally missed a chance (and it was confirmed that I missed it) to make out with a sober Jason in the ice cream room at work. So, I decided today I was gonna ask for a redo! I wanted a second chance dammit! It got to be a little after 8, Corie (the coworker who cornered him and told him to go talk to me waaaaaaaaay back in September for the first time) was heckling me and telling me to go do it, I only had 20 minutes left before I was suppose to leave, he was alone in the freezer, there’s no cameras in the 95 aisle either, go fucking make out with him. So, I went wandering in and up to his forklift. We talked a bit, he thought I was leaving so he gave me my hug and I still just kinda hung around trying to get him to talk a little more and finally when he was like, “I should get back to work.” I was like, “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “Damn. I kinda was hoping I could get a redo of last week.” He gave a surprised laugh and was all, “What?” “I was hoping I could get a redo of last week. I blew it last week! I want a redo!” He tried to play like he didn’t know what I was talking about, I nudged at him and told him he totally knew what I was talking about. He finally was like, “Eh...well...maybe...” I just smirked at him and raised an eyebrow and tried to nudge a bit more and he went, “C’mon, really, lemme get back to work. I wanna get out of here at a decent time.”

I was totally rejected. Turned down. I felt utterly stupid and kind of ashamed of myself for even suggesting it. I nodded and let go of his forklift and was like, “Okay, gimme another hug, I’ll go.” So, got another hug (a nice hug, both arms, sides of our heads tilted against each others), turned, shoved my hands in my pockets and shuffled off out of the freezer.

Corie was still out on the dock, on her own forklift, talking to their manager, John. She saw me come out, I made a grumbling face, which got her to laughing and then when John looked from me to her and said something, she started laughing more. I went up and tried to play like I didn’t know why she was laughing, and both her and John just waved me off. I went and got my shit together, locked up my locker, felt like a total dumbass, and went to try and leave. Went up to Corie’s forklift and she finally was like, “Alright, so, 1: I was laughing cuz I saw your face. 2: Because John saw you walk out ahead of Jason and went, ‘Oh, they took a trip to the ice cream room, huh?’ Oh, by the way, John totally knows about you guys, totally by my own fault.”

..........I don’t know whether to kill Corie, or just never show my face around their manager ever again. Either way, Corie got me to stick around a little while longer, until it was basically 8:30 on the nose, and during that time she was all, “Dude. I can’t believe he turned you down!” then look over her shoulder to see where he was and scream, “DUMBASS!” Pretty sure he had no idea she was talking about him. Then, right before I was gonna leave for real, she was like, “I’m totally gonna go up to Jason and be like, ‘Bro, you should give Lyssa a li’l somethin’-somethin’ in the freezer before she leaves.’” I begged her not to! She was just doing it to try and embarrass me and him! She grabbed up a stack of labels, went over to him and I ducked behind a pallet to hide cuz JFC how is this my life?!?! And yeah, she totally did it. Thankfully, he didn’t know she was serious. He just laughed about it. So, I left and felt stupid (though, did feel better once I found out that Purple Haired Bitch had left a while ago and never came onto the dock looking for him, he never left the dock to go with her, I was sooooo happy!) and texted him at like, 11am to apologize and say that I just thought if I could get him to play, it might help make his day a little more bearable. I figured the only response from him I’d get, if I got one at all, would be “It’s all good.”

I grabbed my pajamas, and a towel, went and took a long, hot shower and when I came back down there was a text from him. As expected, it was, “It’s all good.” But there was more! “Just not feeling well and I don’t want to get you sick.” *Dopey grin and cuddles phone close* It wasn’t cuz he didn’t want to, or because last Thursday he sent me a text saying “I think we should start behaving”. It was cuz he doesn’t wanna get me sick. Which is what I told Corie I figured it was when he turned me down. And the meds I gave him? He’s actually taking. He literally just sent me another text, basically letting me know he was off of work, saying “Time to go take more meds lol”. I just...I know why he’s not ready for a serious relationship, and I know he’s been burned so many times before that he’s scared of it happening again, but I just...I’m gonna keep hoping. And trying, and working at him. I feel like I am chipping away his resolve, tiny bits at a time, but still doing so. And I know his life is an utter wreck right now thanks to his bitch of an ex, but there’s times when it feels like he’s almost willing to give it a shot. I’ve been praying, A LOT, and I’m not one for praying or very religious, but I have been praying a lot, every day...and amazingly enough, in small ways it feels like they’re being answered.

His mom told me Friday when she and I were talking, if I thought he was worth it, to be patient with him and get him to talk. I’m as ridiculously patient with him as he is with me. I’m gonna keep working at him, keep trying to chip away at the shield he’s got around his heart. At this moment, right now, I have no intentions of giving up. He’s stuck with me. For however long it takes.

#Personal log #how did my life become a fucking fanfic?#Like seriously #I swear I've read this fic before #it had a happy ending #just lots of angst and pain along the way #A character with insecurities #yeah #no #I've totally read this fic.#But it's real life???#What the actual fuck???

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unicorn-collection · 7 years

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Seal the Deal

Taeyong Fluff Word Count: 1485

Description: First kiss scenario with taeyong ❤ - anon

The little bell above the door rang as yet another customer walked through the door. I lifted my head from the register to greet the customer. “Welcome to Cafe Ma-.” I got a full glance at the stranger and was struck by his beauty. It was as if he walked right off the pages of a comic book. I blinked a couple of times before regaining my thoughts. “..Um welcome to Cafe Magic. What will you be getting today?” “I’ll just get an iced americano.” He said showing the hint of a brilliant smile. “That’ll be $2.75.” The man pulled his wallet out and handed me the money. “Thank you, you can wait over there.” I pointed to the checkout counter where my coworker was almost done with his order. After receiving his drink, the man sat in a more reserved part of the cafe. As I catered to more customers, my eyes continued to be drawn to the beautiful man in the corner. As the weeks went by, the man would come in every once in awhile and I learned his name was Taeyong. In fact he was apart of SM’s newly debuted groups, NCT. “I watched yesterday’s stage.” I commented as I handed him his usual iced americano. “Oh yeah? Did you like it?” “Cherry Bomb is definitely a favorite. Though 7th Sense will always be #1 in my heart.” He chuckled. There was a slight pase in the conversation and he looked almost nervous before talking again. “Could I possibly get your number? You know, so we can talk when I can’t come in.” I blushed slightly as he pulled out his phone. “I did miss you when you were promoting. So here you go.” I handed back his phone once I finished typing in my number. Taeyong and I ended up texting day and night. One day as I was lying in bed, I heard my phone ring. I picked it up as soon as I saw the caller ID. “Hi!” “Hey, Y/N. How’s your day been? I was hoping to go down to the cafe during your shift but I got held up at practice.” “Didn’t miss much. Just the same old, same old. How was yours?” “Well I had practice all day today, so I’m pretty exhausted.” “Then go to sleep! You shouldn’t be talking to me.” “Yeah, but I haven’t talked to you all day.” He said in a somewhat whining tone. “I wanted to hear your voice.” I became slightly giddy with his proclamation. “Go to sleep. We can see each other tomorrow, it’s my day off.” “Really! Then come to practice with me, you can meet the other guys.” “Are sure?” “Yeah, of course.” I agree to meet the boys around lunch time. That way I can bring them some food too. The next day I walked into the lobby of the SM building and called Taeyong to let him know I was arrived. “Y/N!!” He greeted as he walked from the elevators. I gave him a wave as I picked up the bags of food that I had momentarily set down. “Let me help you with that.” He grabbed a couple of the bags and lead the way to the elevators. When we arrived on the floor he lead the way once again and we ended right in front of the doors to NCT 127’s practice room. I could hear the boys and their loud antics from the hallway. They’re probably waiting for Taeyong to come back before continuing practice, I thought. I suddenly felt nervous to go into the room, there were eight boys on the other side of the door that had to like me. “You’ll do fine, they’ll love you. Especially since you’re bringing them food.” Taeyong encouraged next to me. I took a deep breath and walked through the door with Taeyong following close behind. Some of the boys noticed me coming in and the room gradually got quieter. I noticed them looking at Taeyong wondering who I was. “Guys this is Y/N, a friend of mine.” They quickly did their group intro and then introduced themselves individually. “Hi guys, it’s nice to meet you all. Oh and I brought food.” I said raising the bags. They cheered at the news and excitedly went for the bags. The boys sat through out the practice room, eating and talking to each other. A few of them periodically talked to me though Taeyong stayed by my side the whole time. Soon the boys were throwing away their trash and getting ready to practice again. “Since you guys are done let me get out of your hairs. It’s was nice meeting everyone.” They all shouted goodbyes back as I left the room. Before I left the room completely, I felt someone pull slightly on my hand. “Can I talk to you for a second, Y/N?” I turned around to face Taeyong. “Sure! What is it?” I asked smiling. “Um… not here, follow me.” He lead me to an empty practice room. “Why are you being so secretive? What is it?” He scratched the back of his neck before answering. “Well, I’ve been meaning to ask you this for awhile. Um..Do you want to go on a date?” I stared up at him stunned. “You don’t have to go, that’s perfectly fine.” He rushed when I didn’t answer immediately. I quickly grabbed his hand, making him look up at me. “Of course I want to. I’ve actually had a crush on you for awhile.” “Really?!” I nodded my head. In his excitement, he pulled me into a bone crushing hug. “Okay I’ll pick you up at 8 this Friday?” He asked once he put me done. “That works for me.” I looked down at the time on my phone. “I actually have to get going for an appointment.” “I’ll walk you back.” We both entered the elevator. We quietly stood on either sides. As the doors to the elevators opened, I waved him goodbye while walking off. It felt like forever before Friday came. I anxiously worked everyday, just daydreaming about my date with Taeyong. When Friday arrived, I rushed home after my late shift to get ready. I threw on the outfit I had chosen earlier in the week during my anxious waiting. Taeyong was just on time, I noted when I heard my phone ding with the text informing me that he was outside. I quickly left to join him and greeted him as I entered the car. “So, where are we going?” I asked as he drove off. “You’ll see, I just hope you’ll like it.” “I’m sure I’ll like whatever it is.” “Fingers crossed.” Taeyong pulled up to a nice looking restraint. I had been wanting to go since it opened but never had the time. “How did you know I wanted to go?” “You mentioned it before.” “Yeah but that was awhile ago.” “Why wouldn’t I listen to what you say? Now come on.” Once we were settled in our seats, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the menu, everything looked good. Reluctantly, I finally picked something to eat and Taeyong and I talked for the rest of our time there. We moved from one topic to the next, it all felt so comfortable. I didn’t realize how late it was until Taeyong was paying for the check and helping me out of my seat. We walked out of the restaurant side by side. As we were heading for the car, I noticed a park nearby. “Can we go?”I asked looking over at Taeyong. He shrugged his shoulders, “Why not?” We walked into the park and followed the wide stone path. I enjoyed the comfortable silence as we ventured deeper into the park. Suddenly I felt Taeyong reach for my hand. I looked down as he threaded our fingers. I looked up to his face to see him smiling back at me. “That way our hands won’t hit together.” He said as he slightly swung our arms. “Nice move, Casanova “ I commented though I secretly loved it. “I have one more trick up my sleeve.” Before I could ask him what it was, he stopped in his tracks and stood in front of me. He looked at me one last time before leaning. He left a gentle kiss before slightly moving back again. With only a couple inches between our faces, he began to talk. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He whispered. I only managed a nod before closing the gap again. This time I wrapped my arms around his neck as the kiss lasted longer. We pulled apart and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders before we turned around to walk back towards the car. “I believe this date was a success.” Taeyong commented as I squeezed his hand in agreement.

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Chapter 10? Already!? No way!!! 😱

Hello there! It’s kind of hard to believe that this is the 10th chapter I’ve written for this multi-chapter fic (and I still don’t have a fucking title for the fanfic as a whole…WHY AM I LIKE THIS!?!)…After how difficult it was for me to overcome writer’s block and write the prior chapter, I was pleasantly surprised by how easily this chapter came together…and it’s not a very short chapter either! 😬😅

I have a feeling a lot of you will like the direction that this chapter takes, because I certainly do enjoy the new dynamic that is taking shape between Rae and Finn here. As always, thank you for reading/reblogging/liking and just being all around superb people! Please let me know if you want to be tagged in my future writings and updates and/or if you’re having some trouble with your tag in my fics, as I’ve heard a number of you are, and I’ll see what I can do.😁😘❤️All my writing can be found right here…

Something New

Rae was not scheduled to work again until Wednesday morning and she had managed to leave her apartment with plenty of time to grab breakfast from the small café on her way to work, which for her was quite the accomplishment.

Since she had a few spare minutes to actually sit and enjoy the blueberry muffin and chai latte she had purchased, Rae walked toward the designated “smoking area” where she and Finn had spent part of Monday afternoon talking and took a seat at the exact same table. Pulling her phone from her purse, Rae pressed play on her Spotify app and resumed listening to the playlist she had been listening to as she got ready for work earlier that morning and a song aptly named “coffee” flowed through her earbuds.

Looking around her and taking in the peaceful hum of the city she lived and worked in on this early winter morning, memories of her conversation with Finn that had taken place at the same table found their way back into Rae’s mind, causing her to blush as a shy smile spread across her face.

I’ve been talking to Finn for about two months now, but talking to him on Monday was something else entirely.

It was so much more than just music, demanding customers, and bits of shameless flirting that defined many of our conversations since we became friends in October. This time it was so much more real and personal…much more intimate?…Nope, wrong choice of words, Rae! The last thing you need to be thinking about is “Finn” and “intimate” in the same statement.

I can’t remember the last time I felt comfortable enough with another person—let alone a guy that I found as attractive as Finn—that I could hold a deep and personal conversation with and discuss my past with, no matter how little I had actually divulged.

And he was so sweet about all of it! He clearly wants me to trust him to be there for me if I need him and he wants me to be happy and..well…I think I want him to be there for me too and be one of the reasons for my happiness…

When I’m with Finn—and it’s just the two of us—we just seem to click and everything seems to make sense and be so easy.

After years of being unhappy and struggling to find semblance of stability in my life, talking to Finn feels second-nature and in all honesty: I think I’m starting to see how Finn and I could be more than friends…

Maybe…Perhaps…If he would be interested in something like that…

But how do I figure out what he wants without getting hurt? I know he’d never hurt me intentionally, but can I handle the rejection if one of my best mates and coworkers turns me down when I am so completely and utterly enthralled by him?

Okay…let’s just assume that everyone and their mum that have been giving their opinions on the situation are correct and Finn fancies me too…what is he waiting for?

He hides it well with his occasional cockiness and brooding, but I can tell that Finn is a bit socially awkward and nervous at times too.

What if he is waiting for me to make the first move and I’m waiting for him to make the first move and no one ever moves..?

Rae kept considering her options and trying to determine how badly she wanted confirmation that there was chemistry between her and Finn and it was not just a figment of her imagination (and the imaginations of all her friends and coworkers), before finally coming to a conclusion about how she wanted to proceed.

Well, I suppose there’s no harm in kicking the flirty vibes up a few notches and testing the waters to see how Finn will respond to a more forward, less coy, Rae…

***

When it was nearly time for Rae’s shift to start, she threw away the trash from her breakfast in the bin next to the table she was at and walked along the perimeter of the building to the entrance of the office she worked in.

Rae scanned her badge at the machine on the wall and walked toward the row is desks where some of her mates, who must have gotten into the building a couple minutes earlier than Rae, were already seated and logging into their computers.

“Hey Archie! Good morning, Izzie! How’s it going, Chop?” Rae called as she took a seat close to the end of the row, leaving one empty desk to her right, and placed her chai latte on the desk beside her computer monitor.

“I’m doing pretty great, Raemundo. It looks like that coffee of yours is already taking effect…you actually seem awake right now!”

“Excuse you, Chop! It’s a chai latte, not coffee!” Rae stuck her tongue out at Chop’s teasing and continued logging into her computer and checking her email to see if there was anything important she had missed since she last worked.

“Hiya…you seem in a great mood, Rae. How was your Christmas?” Archie replied skeptically, trying to assess her body language and determine the cause for her unusual giddiness at 7:56 am.

“My Christmas was alright, I suppose. I’m just happy to be back at work and keeping myself busy again.”

“Okay…” Archie was about to press further to determine why Rae seemed uncharacteristically happy when Finn walked up and sat at the empty desk beside her, attracting the stares of almost everyone in their row of desks.

“Hey Izzie. Alright, Archie?” Finn said excitedly as he adjusted the height of his desk chair and waved at them.

“Excuse you, Finney boy…you can’t even be bothered to say hello to your best mate after dropping off the face of the planet inexplicably for weeks.” Chop huffed in frustration as he wheeled his desk chair closer to where Finn had just sat down, but was unable to keep up the miffed façade when Finn chuckled and clapped hands with him in greeting.

“How’s it going, mate? And sorry for not being very responsive to your texts lately Chopper, it were an accident, I swear!”

Chop pulled Finn in for a hug and ruffled his mate’s hair with his hand to show that he accepted his friend’s apology before they both returned to their desks.

“Finn! Where have you been for the last month? The rumors have been flying and we were starting to assume the worst. We thought you had been fired or something!” Archie exclaimed.

“Seriously? You all thought I got myself fired?” Finn asked slightly offended that this was their best guess at why Finn had been absent from work lately. Archie, Izzie, and a couple other of their coworkers had turned in their chairs to join the conversation and all of them shrugged slightly.

“Well, no, I did not get fired. I was just doing some traveling with friends.” He turned to meet Rae’s eyes, giving her a wink and a knowing smile.

As everyone else returned to what they were doing, Finn turned in his desk chair so his body was fully facing Rae. She turned slightly in her chair to mirror his position after she finished checking her work email, blushing slightly when he proceeded to just stare and smile at her until she felt it necessary to look away momentarily.

“Good morning, Rae! I missed seeing you at work yesterday, but I’m glad you’re working today. How are you?”

“Hiya Finn, I’m good, how are you today?”

“I’m loads better now that I get to work with you again today, girl!” Rae chuckled and rolled her eyes to dismiss his flirtatious eyebrow raise.

Finn moved his chair closer to Rae’s until they were close enough for him to gently bump his knees against hers as he swiveled side to side slightly while talking to her.

These brief moments of contact between their knees were subtle and Rae had initially assumed them to be accidental, so she moved her chair away slightly to give him more space. She was caught off-guard, however, when Finn compensated for the distance by moving his chair to remain close enough to continue touching knees and for him to rest his foot on the base of her desk chair between both of her feet.

So clearly Finn likes to be close to me…that’s a pretty good sign, I suppose!

“So, how is your garden doing?“ Finn asked with what Rae found to be genuine curiosity and interest.

“Raemundo, you have a garden?” Chop asked before Rae could reply, suddenly tuning into the conversation from where he sat behind her.

“Indeed she does! And it’s a secret garden…she were telling me all about it when we hung out after she got off work on Monday, isn’t that right Rae?” Finn answered on Rae’s behalf.

What is it with the blokes around here always interrupting me and speaking for me?!

“RAEMUNDO! You cheeky minx! Our Finney boy hasn’t even been back in the city and back at work for more than a couple days and you’re already spending time with him outside of work and telling him all about your ‘secret garden’…I suppose I’m not that surprised, but…wait! You didn’t let him—”

When Rae saw Chop use air quotes and put emphasis on “secret garden” she knew exactly where his dirty mind had gone to, so she shot Finn a scowl and tried to determine the best way to derail Chop’s current train of thought before she died of embarrassment in front of all her coworkers.

Finn also realized how Chop had interpreted what he said at about the same time, but was just smirking and laughing at how Rae’s eyes had widened in embarrassment. When their eyes met, Finn just shrugged and bit his bottom lip to hide the smile on his face as he ran his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, but the blush in his own cheeks gave away how much he was enjoying the shift in conversation that was his doing.

Fuck…why does he always have to do that thing with his hair when he’s nervous?

It just makes it look like he’s flexing his bicep and showing off how toned his muscles are…and no one person should have the ability to look that effortlessly sexy!

It’s hardly fair!

“No, Chop, you’ve got it all wrong. I have a proper garden—with herbs and vegetables and flowers and such—that I take care of on campus. The only ‘secret’ thing about it is that it’s in a gated area and almost no one has the key to unlock the gate to get in, so it’s a great place for some privacy…”

Chop seemed to accept this explanation and he turned back in his chair to face his computer screen with a shrug. Rae then turned to Finn, who was still biting his lip in an unsuccessful attempt at hiding his smirk.

“Ugh! Why did you have to say it like that, Finnley? You know Chop’s only got one thing on his mind, so he was surely going to jump to that conclusion!” Rae whisper yelled at Finn, playfully pushing his arm in annoyance.

“Oh, I’m aware…” Finn whispered as he gently grabbed her hand that had lingered on his arm slightly longer than necessary after she shoved him and held it between his hands, slowly turning it over to trace random shapes onto her palm with one of his fingers.

“I just wanted to have a little fun…and I like to make you blush and squirm a little bit sometimes.” He added, scrunching his nose slightly and grinning when Rae scoffed and pulled her hand from his grasp but her cheeks were flushed nonetheless.

“You’re such a dickhead sometimes, ya know that, Finnley?”

“Oh whatever, Mae…you know you love me!” Finn replied cheekily, jutting his lower lip out when she refused to shift her attention away from her computer despite being able to see him out of the corner of her eyes.

Bloody hell…is Finn seriously pouting right now? Why is everything this boy does so insanely attractive?!

Rae began working customer messages that were in the queue, ignoring the stares and raised eyebrows at that whole exchange that she was getting from Izzie and Archie.

When Finn left to go on break a couple hours later, Archie and Izzie turned towards Rae, anticipating the gossip that she was intending to share with them.

“Okay…so it’s a really long story, and now isn’t the time for this story, but there’s been some…interesting developments…between ‘Alphonzo’ and I” Rae glanced around to make sure that no one was listening as she said this before proceeding, “Are you two free at all in the next week or so to discuss everything that’s happened?”

The three of them made plans to hang out the following week when they were free and Rae was expected to get them all caught up on the latest developments in her “flirtationship” with Finn.

“So you never answered my question from earlier, girl!” Finn said as he sat back down at his desk when his break had ended.

“And what question would that be, Finn?” Rae asked tilting her head to one side and quirking an eyebrow at Finn in confusion, her previous annoyance with Finn long since forgotten.

“How is your garden doing? You did check on it after work on Monday, right? Or was that just your polite way of shutting me up..?”

“Of course I wasn’t just trying to shut you up! Why would I ever do something like that?” Finn shrugged and looked away slightly as Rae continued. “My garden is great! The roses and marigolds are actually blooming now and everything is starting to look like proper vegetables instead of just a mess of stems and leaves…you really should try to stop by and see it sometime.”

“That’s so great. You must have quite the green thumb, huh? And I’d absolutely love to! Just let me know the time and place, girl!”

“Yeah, I’ll be sure to let you know…and maybe if I’m feeling generous I’ll give you the exclusive tour and maybe you could have a little taste test, if you’d like…” Rae added with a smile as she continued typing her message to the customer she was assisting.

***

The following day Rae had picked up an extra shift that started at 10am and she was incredibly thankful for the later start time that allowed her to sleep in a bit and take her time getting ready that morning.

When it was nearly time for her shift to begin, Rae walked into the office with a red and white, holiday themed take-away cup containing her soy latte in-hand and took a seat at the open desk beside Finn.

“Rae! You normally don’t work on Thursdays…What are ya doing here today?”

“Hello to you too, Finn! A girl can pick up a shift if she wants to, can’t she? Or do I need your permission to do that?” Rae joked, raising her eyebrows in question.

“Sorry, that came out all wrong…I’m happy to see you here—really I am—I just wasn’t expecting you to be here today. You should know by now that I’m no good with words, girl! I didn’t mean to sound rude or nothing and of course you can work or not work whenever you want to, I’m not the boss of you. I just—”

“Finn…chill out. I was just kidding, I know what you meant,” Rae quickly replied to pull Finn from his rambling, “I was just giving you a hard time, but it is kind of fun to see you all flustered like that…” Rae added with a smirk when Finn turned away from her in embarrassment.

Rae continued working in silence aside from the occasional question or comment she would make to Finn about how much her ability to enjoy work has decreased since some of their coworkers had commandeered the radio and changed it from her favorite Alternative music radio station to the station that was still playing nothing but Christmas music.

“Well…be thankful, girl. Yesterday the radio was taken over by Hannah and it was nothing but shit Pop music and Top 40 rubbish!” Finn griped, rolling his eyes at the thought of his friend’s awful taste in music.

“Now, now Finn…not all pop music is shit. Most of it is, surely, but not all of it. And not every girl can be lucky enough to have a knowledge of music as extensive and impressive as I do…” Rae replied, grinning cockily at Finn, which caused him to chuckle and mutter something under his breath that Rae couldn’t quite catch.

They returned to working in a comfortable silence and Rae continued assisting customers as she sipped her latte that had finally reached a temperature that was cool enough to drink and enjoy.

When she took what seemed to be the final sip of her beverage, Rae removed the plastic lid from the cup and huffed quietly under her breath.

And this is why I never get hot beverages from this coffee shop…every latte is mainly foam and so much goes to waste at the end!

Rae used her finger to scoop up a bit of latte foam from the edge of her cup and as she placed her finger into her mouth, she noticed Finn in her peripheral vision do a double-take, evidently taking an interest in what he saw.

Oh, so Finnley likes watching me lick the latte foam off my finger, huh? Well then he’s gonna love this…

Rae looked around casually to ensure that none of her other coworkers were looking in her direction before turning her chair slightly toward Finn and using her tongue to lick the foam off the lid of the take-away cup as slowly as she could.

Rae was beginning to doubt if this was even alluring or if she just looked like a total freak; however, when she quickly glanced up at Finn through her eyelashes to gauge his response and she saw him staring at her, nearly entranced by the sight before him, she knew she had gotten the desired reaction out of him.

She placed the lid lightly on top of the empty take-away coffee cup, licking her lips to ensure that there were no remnants of latte foam left on her mouth, and turned towards Finn as he gulped audibly and cleared his throat.

“Can I help you, Finn? You know it’s not polite to stare, right?”

“Oh! I…sorry, I was just, uh…” Finn shook his head to gather his thoughts and form a coherent string of words before replying.

When he composed himself a bit more, he smirked cheekily at Rae, but it was easy to tell from the deep rosy shade of his cheeks that his cockiness was a failed attempt at hiding his nervousness, “I was just, you know, enjoying the view…”

***

There were only a few days left in the year, but Rae already knew that she was ready for some change in her life. For the last 5 years, Rae has found that she has a habit of altering her appearance whenever she begins to get bored—hence experimenting with streaks of various colors in her hair at 15, getting a nose ring on the day she turned 18, and opting for purple hair a couple months ago—and she could already feel herself getting bored with life yet again.

Friday at work, Rae and Izzie sat beside each other replying to customers quietly for the first few hours of their shift before Izzie broke the silence.

“Is everything alright with you lately, Rae?” Izzie asked with a hint of concern in her voice.

“I suppose so…why do you ask?” Rae asked, confused about why Izzie would suddenly decide to ask her that.

“Well, there’s just been something about you lately Rae…something different..? I just didn’t know if there was something going on with you or if you were willing to talk to me about it yet…I don’t wanna overstep my boundaries or anything though, Rae.”

“Oh Izz! I would never think that you were prying just for checking in on me like this and if I had something to tell you about I wouldn’t purposefully hide it from you.” Rae gave her friend a reassuring smile before continuing, “What do you mean ‘something different’? Like, good ‘different’ or bad ‘different’?”

“Neither really, just different. There is something new about the way you’ve been carrying yourself lately…more confident, perhaps. Have you not noticed a shift?”

“Huh, I suppose I haven’t noticed…” Rae replied, trying to determine if she had noticed the change in herself that her friend had apparently caught onto.

“And today you’ve seemed really quiet and like there’s a lot on your mind. I know we agreed to discuss the whole ‘Alphonzo’ situation at length when we hang out next week, but is that why your mind seems elsewhere?”

“Actually, no! Not today, oddly enough…but I’ll tell you more about that outside of work and away from potential eavesdroppers,” Rae added jokingly rolling her eyes and gesturing to where Chop, Peter, and Hannah sat on the other end of the aisle of desks.

“I was actually trying to decide if I’d wanna get a tattoo soon…”

“A tattoo? What made you think about that?” Izzie asked, slightly confused because she had never known Rae to discuss tattoos other than those covering the arms of one coworker in particular.

“Well, I’m bored with my life again and I feel like a tattoo could be the little bit of change and spontaneity that I’m craving…”

Just as Izzie was going to inquire further, she noticed Finn walking down the aisle toward the empty seat beside Rae. Rae noticed his presence as well and turned to give him a smile when he waved at her from the opposite side of the aisle while chatting with Chop.

When he finally approached his desk chair, he pulled the forest green jumper he was wearing over his head to reveal his fitted black t-shirt that was a favorite of Rae’s. Rae had already resumed her conversation with Izzie but turned slightly when she saw Finn hang the jumper on the back of his desk chair before sitting down in his seat.

“…I just don’t know what I’d wanna have inked onto my skin forever, you know? Depending on where I get the tattoo, it could be out in the open for everyone to see…I don’t wanna be some basic bitch and get a cliché tattoo. I want whatever I get to have meaning…”

Rae’s eyes flitted to the dozen or so tattoos that were visible on Finn’s arms and he smirked when he followed her gaze to see what had caught her attention.

“So, if I heard you correctly, it sounds like you’re considering getting a tattoo fairly soon, is that right?”

“I briefly entertained the notion, yes, but I still don’t know what I’d wanna get…”

“Well, what have you been considering? Or what style are you thinking of?” Finn asked, clearly enjoying the shift in conversation toward something that he was more knowledgeable than Rae about.

“I initially thought about doing lyrics to a song that I really like,” Rae hesitated when she saw Finn raise an eyebrow and grimace slightly, “Is that a bad idea?”

“I typically don’t recommend getting text tattoos, since a lot of people end up regretting them more than say, something more artistic or abstract…like what is to say that the song lyric you like right now will hold any meaning to you in 5 years, or even a year. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, that makes sense I guess, but…the song lyric I considered means a lot to me because I discovered the band when I was at a really low point in my life a few years ago and their music was a comfort for me during that time…” Rae trailed off, suddenly unsure if she had said too much, but she relaxed some when Finn nodded and gave her a friendly smile.

“Well clearly you’ve thought this through more than most people, and that song and band have a lot of meaning to you, so I think you should go for it if you’re serious about getting that tattoo. Plus, who am I to judge you for wanting a meaningful lyric tattooed on yourself when I have this?” He then brought his arm closer to Rae and trailed his finger along a tattoo in a language that Rae did not recognize that wound itself around Finn’s bicep.

“What is it? Like, what does the writing mean?” Rae had not realized it until it was too late, but she too was now lightly tracing a finger along what appeared to be a handwritten phrase inked into the lightly tanned skin of his upper arm.

“I’m gonna seem so hypocritical if I tell ya and I don’t want this changing your opinion of me, girl, but it’s…uh, a few lines from my favorite poem.” Rae realized that Finn was clearly embarrassed and she could feel him tense slightly as she continued touching the tattoos that she saw on his arm, so she willed herself to put a bit more distance between the two of them as she moved her chair back to its original position in front of her own desk.

“Well, Finn, I think it’s beautiful…I don’t think I’m ready for a tattoo quite yet, but I appreciate hearing more about it from someone who knows a bit more about them than myself…”

Rae returned to work and nodded along as Izzie contemplated aloud if she would ever get a tattoo and what she would want to get, when suddenly Rae had an idea.

“Hey Izz…quick question: Could you picture me with a septum piercing? It’s the little bit of skin in the middle of your nose…” Rae added, lightly tapping a finger against the part of her own nose she was referring to when she noticed that Izzie was a bit confused about the piercing she was referring to.

“Hmm…would you keep the other nose piecing as a hoop?” Izzie turned to face Rae full-on, trying to envision her friend with this additional piece of jewelry.

“No, I’d probably change it to a stud piercing, I think…” Rae had been enamored by the iridescent purple hoop nose ring since she first saw it in the piercing shop display case on her 18th birthday when she got her nose pierced and she eventually purchased it and it has been adorning her left nostril for close to a year now, but she was uncertain about having two piercings that were hoops in such close proximity to each other.

While Izzie was still thinking and considering Rae’s initial question, Rae noticed Finn lean toward her in his desk chair, gripping her chin lightly for an entirely too brief moment as he angled her face toward him a bit more.

His face was incredibly close to hers and Rae found that she was suddenly having a difficult time breathing normally while under the close scrutiny of Finn’s dark brown eyes.

“Yes.” Finn finally stated simply as he returned to his prior position facing his computer screen and went back to responding to customers that had contacted them for assistance.

“Uhm…alright. Thank you Finn, I was gonna ask for your opinion after Izz responded, but I suppose you saved me the time…” Rae replied, still a bit flustered from the sudden attention Finn had given her.

“No problem, girl!” Finn replied with a wink, clearly not seeing how much his actions had effected Rae.

Rae had not realized the time until she noticed Izzie logging out of her computer and the machine on the wall chimed to signal the new hour, which also meant that Rae’s shift was over.

Rae quickly logged out of her computer as well and Izzie stood from her chair and waited for Rae to follow suit.

“I think I could see you with that piercing…maybe…” Izzie added after taking one final look at Rae’s face.

“Cool…I think I might get that done really soon, instead of a tattoo…” Rae scanned her badge at the machine on the wall before turning to wave goodbye to a few of her coworkers and lastly Finn.

“Bye! Have a good day, Rae!” Finn called to her from where his desk was in a peculiar accent that cause them both to laugh before she called out a simple goodbye in return.

As Izzie and Rae walked side-by-side out of the building, Izzie finally broke the silence with her voice that was cheery as always.

“Well, that was a…fun…series of events.” Rae chuckled slightly and agreed, “And you can doubt it all you want to, but there is undeniably something new between you and Finn...I’m sure of it!”

Izzie turned to face her friend as they walked, prepared to stop Rae’s attempts to combat her statement; however, for the first time in over two months, Rae merely shrugged and smirked in response, making no attempts to contradict her friend this time.

@eveerez @tinakegg @hey1tskat1e @bitchesbecrazy89 @kneekeyta @milllott @protectfinnnelson @arathewallflower @jackiewalsh2013 @pink-royaute @i-dream-of-emus @lurkernolonger @bitchy-broken @nutinanutshell @mallyallyandra @borntosik

A/N: Hey there, so in my last chapter I voiced my inner turmoil about the very different directions I could take this story in…So, I just wanted to give a quick shout out to @yes-please101 for this brilliant suggestion…

…in all seriousness, I think I found a way to approach this dilemma that does in a way offer an alternate storyline for you. So we’re already pretty far along in the story line, so it may be too late for me to bring this up, but I occasionally go back and read my own writing and can see potential areas of confusion, so if you have any questions or concerns you’d like me to clarify for you, feel free to let me know! I don’t know about you guys, but I’m getting pretty excited for the next chapters to come! 😁😏😏

#mmfd fanfic #my mad fat diary fanfiction #mmfd #my mad fat diary #chapter 10 #flirty Rae is my favorite Rae tbh #and I think Finn would agree with me on this #things seem to be looking up for Rinn shippers at this point in the story #don't you think?#it'd be a shame if something bad were to happen...#dun dun duuuuuuuun #LOL #just kidding #sort of...#my writing

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nekomegami-chan-blog · 7 years

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Just Venting - non fandom related

I’m getting rather fed up with my managers at my day job. I can’t wait until my new business is solid enough to provide all of my income. I don’t normally bitch about work, but I really need to today.

I got into work at 2:30 and the store was in chaos. We were crazy busy and under-staffed (we shouldn't have been, but our manager who is literally almost NEVER actually in-store was there, but like usual, he spent 95% of his time on his phone, rather than helping), and our assistant manager was running around trying to place orders with the faulty laptop like a chicken with her head cut off (her normal state - she has zero time-management skills (or people management skills, for that matter)). I walk in and immediately begin to help organize people but before the rush can even fully die down, my assistant manager tells me that there’s a large store-to-store transfer that is sitting in shopping carts, and that we had to get it out ASAP. To make matters worse, the manager has taken one of our sales people/cashiers and has her making new endcaps and packing up old seasonal merch. I’m dumbfounded by all of the merch being torn apart when there was fresh stuff just arriving that needed to be put away when we had clearly already been busier than normal.

So anyway, I start putting the transfer away and there was an item that we didn’t stock at this store. I ask the assistant manager if she knows if it’s a special order, or a new item for us, given that it wasn’t in the special order book (not unusual, she doen’t always write special orders down). Instead of saying, “I don’t know” or “we’ll deal with it later”, she gets pissy with me and says, “Yes we do! It’s over there.” I calmly reply, “I checked the UPC/SKU and no, we don’t stock this, and it’s not just a new UPC, there’s nothing by this description on the shelf, I checked.” She huffs at me, smiles in this totally irritating, nasty way she has when you call her out on something, and says, “Well, I guess I don’t know, then.” And walks away. She literally can NOT handle being wrong or caught in a mistake, even just a minor clerical error or something - she blows up and then blames it on being “tired” or her “anxiety” - bitch, no. You just can’t take any sort of conflict with a coworker, even if it’s no big deal. She can be nice to a nasty customer and control her attitude with the managers above her and the owners, so I KNOW she’s capable of controlling herself, but she has a LONG history of verbally beating on coworkers who correct her in any way, which the higher ups seem to always make excuses for. Which is weird, given that she has no actual say/stake/power in the company? Anyway, I digress. The worst part about her snarly comebacks when you challenge something she says is that a few minutes later she will calm down, rethink her response, and either say something “nice” like, “How are your horses?” or else come back and want to tell you why you upset her and she responded the way she did - not really an excuse or a “fuck you” but kind of a mixture of both, like it’s your fault she got pissy.

Next, since my manager was actually IN the store (though it took a half hour to actually wait for him to be off the phone and walk by at the same time so I could ask to talk to him) I pulled him aside and asked if there was a reason he’d cut me back to part-time hours. He looked confused and I elaborated. “I had asked you to cut me back from 40 hours to 30. 30 hours works great for me. But the past two weeks, you’ve scheduled me for only 25 hours, and you have me down for 25 again next week. Is there a reason for that?” This GROWN ASS MAN who is 26 years old and supposedly running not ONE, NOT TWO, BUT THREE stores (which is ridiculous anyway), looked at me blankly and said, “What?”

I replied, “Yeah, you’ve had me at 25 hours three times in a row now.” To which he responded, “Oh, sorry. I just kept sort of copying the same schedules since they seemed to be working for people. I didn’t actually count how many hours I was giving anyone unless they asked for time off. You can go back to 30 hours, we need you anyway.” FACE PALM. I’m literally the best sales person in any of our stores by the numbers, and not to toot my own horn, but I get daily calls of people wanting to make an appointment to see me. I’m not joking - they call a pet specialty retail store to book my time because I’m a holistic animal nutritionist, but also give some dog training coaching and general animal-behavior/problem solving help and I clip nails of badly frightened pets safely without stressing them (I have mad skills). Not only thst, but 4 different area vets actually hand out my store contact info and will even call ahead to see if I’m working so they can send customers over. I’ve increased store sales by 20% year over year for TWO years in a row - and yet the company only pays me $15 an hour. I’m literally not paid enough to deal with this shit. It’s only my desire to help animals and people and my love of my “regulars” and freaking awesome coworkers that keeps me here. That, and my need for health insurance. But really, who just under schedules their best salesperson out of being too lazy to COUNT to THIRTY?! I’ll admit, I was ready to confront my manager because the only thing I could logically think of as to why they’d cut my hours lower than I requested was as “punishment” for wanting to cut back at all, or as a way to reduce costs by trying to edge me out of my eligibility for health insurance (to have matching contributions, you have to work 30+ hours).

To top it all off, we have a new-hire who started last week. He’s 30, Hispanic, and not someone I’m interested in getting to know beyond an arm’s length coworker. Not because he’s Hispanic - that's not important to me, but he makes a big , to-do about his ethnicity and comes off as low-key racist -but because from DAY ONE he’s been an annoyance. I don’t know if he’s a creep, or if he’s socially inept (he’s 30, he has to have had similar jobs, with similar rules of conduct, right?). Regardless, the first thing he does is start flirting with ALL THE GIRLS who work in the store. There are 6 of us, including the assistant manager, who is in her 60s (the only one he’s not interested in). He starts out by asking one of our other male coworkers if “AV” is seeing anyone. When he says, “I don’t know. I don’t think so,” the new-hire basically goes all Quagmire and thinks he has a shot with her. She reported that our other male coworker saw the new-hire clearly leering at her backside when she walked past them, and male coworker told “AV” about it so she’d be aware. “AV” also noticed new-hire look her up and down, blatantly, when talking to her. She felt uncomfortable. She’s a keyholder/shift lead and so am I, but I’m her “senior” so she told me and I told her to contact our Manager or District Manager. Other girls reported similar things to me, including one who is also a shift lead, but as I didn’t witness anything personally, all I could tell them to do was to contact the higher-ups. I didn’t want to get involved based on “hearsay”. Finally, the new-hire tried the same things on me. He followed me around, leaving a task he knew how to do just to talk to me. He kept asking me personal questions like, “Are you Mexican?” and “How tall are you?” “How old are you?” “Do you live around here?”. I tried to make vague answers, but I wasn’t sure what to do - I’d never been in that situation before. He also did the whole-body look me up and down thing. I didn’t feel threatened (I’m taller and I out weigh him, and I’m pretty strong) but I also didn’t feel comfortable. Later on, I went to show him how to lock the delivery door, and I thought, as I bent down to put the pin in the bottom to look up at our reflections in the door (it’s glass, and it was light inside, dark outside, so the door is like a mirror). I saw him staring at my butt, so I looked over my shoulder quickly. He stammered and took a step back, knowing he was caught. I didn’t say anything to him about it, and continued on like normal showing him how to close.

After work, I texted my boss and said he needed to deal with it, because now I actually had something of my own to report. “AV” did the same and two other female coworkers corroborated when asked about their experiences yesterday (I was off yesterday). The next day after our incident, the GM came in and had a talk with the new-hire and provided him with an employee handbook and talked abut policy. Today the GM came to talk to me and kept repeating how serious our allegations were and how much she didn’t want to let a potentially good employee go over “workplace drama” or “people ganging-up on someone just because he doesn’t fit in our store’s dynamic”. She made a point about how grateful he was for the job and how willing he was to come in early when someone else went home sick, how willing he was to stay late, etc. I was beyond pissed. She wanted to accuse us all of making it up just because we didn’t like him, because he’s “socially awkward” or “inept” and how “he’s not the brightest” and “he’s young”.

OMG NO. He’s too forward and he leers at female coworkers. And who does she think she is telling his shift-lead that he’s “not the brightest”? Talk about inappropriate!! And YOUNG? He told me himself (unsolicited) that he’s 33. I’m turning 33 this month. The GM called me “mature” (as in old/experienced, not as in “you handled things in a mature way”) but his mistakes are because “he’s young”? FUCKING REALLY? He’s OLDER THAN I AM. HE SHOULD KNOW BETTER. Then she started asking questions about if he had touched me or anyone inappropriately, and whether or not I would want him to be transferred to a different store, or if I wanted to transfer, and again with “how serious” things were. I told her I didn’t necessarily think he had to go, and I don’t want to move (not that they would let me - I’ve asked to be transferred several times when there were potential opportunities for advancement and been denied every time because “this store really needs you” aka I make them too much money here to risk moving me) but that I wanted him to get training on how to appropriately deal with coworkers. She then accused me of not handling the situation myself. “It should have stopped with you. You’re a keyholder and a shift lead. You should have corrected new-hire’s behavior if it was bothering you and your coworkers.” REALLY? I told her I was caught off-guard, that I’d never had to deal with that situation before, and because I wasn’t sure if it was overstepping my bounds and I didn’t feel comfortable dealing with correcting his behavior, I CONTACTED MY DAMN MANAGER. I DID THE RIGHT FUCKING THING! I AM NOT THE HR DEPARTMENT, YOU ARE! And look, here you are, dealing with the problem. BOO HOO for you, that you had to take a few hours to do your fucking job. Don’t You DARE tell me to feel bad about how I handled this.

She also accused me of dressing inappropriately for work and told me that our dress code didn’t include the pants I was wearing. The dress code in our handbook says we have to wear the store-issued uniform tee shirt and can’t cover it up with a jacket (if it’s cold, we can put on long sleeved shirts in a dark, neutral color underneath). As for bottoms, it says, “dark pants/slacks or jeans, no pants above the knee/shorts” (paraphrasing). I was wearing dark gray capri pants. Totally within policy as it’s phrased. She told me that “yoga pants” are an abuse of the policy, and that pants should be ankle length. No where in the dress code is that specified. I told her as much, and that my manager and assistant manager had no problem with these capri pants, and that I wore them occasionally and even got compliments from my assistant manager on them because they’re cute. She said that the policy was changing, because it’s ‘not professional” and because “old ladies” shop here and may be “offended” or think I’m too casual, and because “other employees may abuse the privilege to wear short pants and come in with outrageous patterns or colors” and told me I could only wear long jeans from now on. Bitch, really?! It’s pretty clear in the employee handbook, which SHE HELPED WRITE AND APPROVED that I was NOT in violation. She just wanted to get back at me because my getting involved and corroborating the same experiences other female coworkers had with new-hire dude meant that she couldn’t just say it was an isolated incident and she had to get involved. I think what pisses me off most about the GM is that she conveniently forgets my resume. She makes a point of calling me "young" - today's "mature" comment being a convenient anomaly- so that she doesn't have to acknowledge my qualifications. I have a business degree, with a concentration in management. I have two professional certifications in two different fields. I ran my own business for 14 years, and am doing so again now. I have successfully managed another business and a three non profit programs. I was, just two weeks ago, appointed to a two year term on the city's second most influential commission, with a personal commendation from the mayor herself. I was even featured in this year's State of the City address video and got a VIP invite to the State of the City dinner last month. I'm outrageously overqualified and nearly all our store's yelp and FB and google reviews mention me by name in a positive way. I guess the person I'm really mad at is myself for meekly putting up with this shit because I feel trapped until I can get my new business booming. I'm off to a strong start and making headway, but I know it takes a year to really establish a business like mine snd I need to pay off some debt and build a nest egg before I jump in all the way.

UGG. DONE. DONE with this fucking job. It’s been two years, and I haven’t had a promotion (which was part of my hiring agreement, btw), and no raise for a year. And now this shit. DONE.

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pisati · 5 years

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I don’t want to jump the gun here, but I’m nervous.

could be I’m just intimidated by the learning curve. I’m not familiar with procedure yet and everything is uncomfortable. I answered the phone the right way today but couldn’t hear the person on the line and of course it was busy and both the other receptionists were doing something and I had to awkwardly put them on hold and ugh

that’s not what’s making me nervous. it’s that I’ve only been there for two days, at half the amount of time I’m going to be working in a few weeks, and I’m already exhausted.

it’s a lot to keep up with. I’ve had zero experience with our scheduling software and it’s complicated. I don’t know procedure at the clinic yet, and I don’t know how to navigate anything. I’m still learning what buttons to click. there’s so much they’re having me watch and, bless them, they’re explaining all of it, but I can’t absorb much of it. I’m still trying to learn people’s names. meanwhile I’m watching the receptionist that’s training me answering the phone no sweat, pulling up a search box, typing in the person’s name (sometimes it’s already being typed in as she’s answering because she saw the caller ID), taking a glance at the profile and without a pause asking about the pet by name, scrolling through the log of interactions and noting what vaccines and tests they’ve had and what they’re due for and what the doctors said, typing in notes about the call with abbreviations and details about everything, knowing where to right-click to pull up other boxes and add new notes or prescription requests, knowing which buttons to press for estimates and invoices and knowing what things look like when those things are ready and the charges are accurate... I know that’s what happens when you’ve had years of experience with it, and I shouldn’t be so intimidated as a newbie, but it really is intimidating. I still barely know what I’m looking at, let alone what half the vaccines are for. so I guess in that way it could be exhausting. just trying to process everything. maybe once it becomes more routine it’ll be less taxing.

everyone’s confident I’ll learn, and they’ve been really encouraging. I know eventually I’ll get it. I’m always nervous about messing up, but it is what it is. I know it’s going to happen. I’m glad everyone’s being so supportive, and I’m trying to get over my anxieties in a productive way. like I asked if we could maybe write down some generic scripts for making/answering different types of phone calls, because that I think is the biggest one I’m nervous about. I don’t know what to even say half the time. they wanted me to make an “easy” call earlier, and I know it was pretty easy (they just wanted to ask an owner if they could possibly come in 10 minutes earlier because the online appointment they booked overlapped with another appointment), but I had no idea how to even... what do you say? or, rather, how do I relay that information and also remember to introduce myself and the clinic and say everything else that needed to be said without rambling or stopping to look for the right words? I tried to remember how the girl training me phrased it so I could write it down, but I think she started a text document after that and is going to write down some basic scripts for me. and also for the training manual she wants to write, because they don’t even have one (??). she wrote the manual for the clinic she worked at in california, so she wants to start writing one for this clinic too. I’m just surprised it hasn’t been done yet. they might’ve had old training manuals, but.. they’re old now. might be good to write up a new one now, so I can be the guinea pig as a totally blank slate, lmao

anyways I’m just nervous about my energy levels. I’ve got two closing shifts tomorrow and friday, 12:30-7 and then 2-7, and I’m afraid tomorrow might actually kill me. I’ve only done 4 hours these last two days and it’s been hard. I crashed hard yesterday and today, even though I tried not to nap. it’s not even 8 hours tomorrow but I just know I’m going to leave that clinic, get in my car, be too tired to make dinner when I get home, and just want to go straight to bed. it reminds me of my last job, and I don’t like that at all. as much as it Sucks getting up at 6am, I think I’d much rather have morning shifts. I can be out in the afternoon, be able to do shopping if I need to, and it’ll still be daylight when I get home. I told them I didn’t have a preference as far as schedules, but I think I might. I didn’t want to say I preferred mornings because I never have, but I think now I’d rather have more time in my day than more time to sleep in and lay in bed feeling useless and tired til it’s time to go in, then close and go home just to go straight back to bed.

maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to tell the clinic manager that. she did want to sit down with me and go over things. for now I’m okay being flexible, and I might need flexibility since I have doctor appointments on scattered mornings. I guess I’ll see.

other than that, it was a pretty good day today. relaxed, though it was a little busy; we had two emergency appointments we had to fit in in the morning, one dog who’d been throwing up all night and another who’d had a new kind of treat and the owner thought a piece of it might’ve gotten stuck. we had another come in with a bad cough later in the day. there were only two of us opening, and one of them was me and I’m basically useless lmao. so it was a little crazy, but we managed.

the other receptionist I’ve been working with (the one who’s leaving soon) wasn’t there today, and I guess she’s the one who usually puts on music, so the one that’s training me put on spotify on her phone. I asked if she’d heard of noah gundersen, because some of the songs on her playlist reminded me of him, and she said she had! that was a surprise to me; literally nobody I know has heard of him. I only knew about him because he opened for city & colour a few years ago. turns out we have a lot of overlapping indie tastes, and some of hers are even more obscure than mine. so that’s really cool. I wasn’t sure if she was joking when she said “we should totally go!!” when I told her noah gundersen was touring in DC in october, but if I win that ticket contest I might ask if she wants to go. I already asked charlotte, so she’s got first dibs, but knowing her she’ll be too busy. even if I don’t win, I’ll probably want to buy tickets anyway. she told me about this artist she discovered a while back and played a song of his for me; he’d done a gorgeous cover of city & colour’s Waiting (she loves C&C too!!). and on his first tour to the US she talked to him, went to both of his shows in SF and LA, I think. she said she lived 2 hours north of LA and 4 hours south of SF, and she road tripped to both because she just liked his music that much. she says the artist knows her and her mom at this point and loves them both; he didn’t feel like flying to LA from SF so he apparently asked if he could road trip with them and she said it was a great time. that’s such a cool experience to have.

so it was nice being able to bond with the coworkers a little, to have something in common to talk about. I didn’t have that at my last job. the one person nearest in age to me was almost 10 years older, so I didn’t have much to talk about with anyone. I didn’t follow sports or watch anything on tv that my all-male coworkers did, so all the pop culture references went right over my head (except one time when my coworker happened to also have watched Flint Town, the mini docuseries about Flint, MI, and we actually had a decent discussion about it). my supervisor and I basically just had the fact that we were women in common, lmao. the only two in the company, by the time I left. we’d joke about men sometimes, and she was cool to talk to when we needed a conversation break from work, but I still never felt all that comfortable there. the expectation was more... head down, work 8 straight hours, limit chit-chat, go home.

of course at the clinic the expectation is work first, but it’s only human to talk to each other in between tasks. and it’s easy enough; most of our interruptions are phone calls and clients coming in, and all of us know to drop what we’re doing and attend to those first. it’s just nice to be able to relax a little and feel like a person, to be able to talk to other humans to get through the day and not feel guilty for having personal conversations because you know you’re still getting your work done in between. I don’t have to cram my fuzzy-socked feet into uncomfortable ballet flats or sit in the same seat for 8 straight hours, ruining my jaw propping my head up at my desk; I get to wear the comfy sneakers I got at walmart, scrubs, and yoga pants (for now-- I think they want us to wear scrub pants but I don’t have any in my size yet). I get to get up every once in a while, to check in patients and let the techs know the appointments are there, get medications, so on. I’m nervous for plenty of reasons, but I still definitely appreciate the environment at this clinic a hell of a lot. I’m sure it’ll help me feel more comfortable and more confident in myself in a work environment, especially once I start actually learning the ropes. I’ve been burned a lot with jobs that have been just beyond my capacity and I think I just need to rebuild that confidence. maybe if my health situation improves I’ll start being able to expand my capacity again. I feel like I definitely backslid, but I guess that’s just what happens when your health hasn’t been great for 10+ years.

I emailed my psychiatrist’s office to ask if they’d gotten my EKG results 2 days after I’d gotten it done (my primary said I could even call that day because they were going to fax them right away), but they emailed me back saying they hadn’t gotten them. I should’ve called my primary days ago to ask them to actually send it, but I hate calling people (cool that I’m working as a receptionist now,,,). so today I went into my patient portal and looked for the results; I hadn’t been able to see them before because I guess they started using a new service or something? but whenever I tried to log in on chrome it’d just give me a spinny wheel and wouldn’t actually log me in. I thought to try safari today, because I remembered my bank had been giving me a similar issue for a while, and it worked. they’d uploaded my actual EKG chart to my profile, so I just downloaded it and emailed it to my psych’s office myself. I explained that my primary said it was totally normal and I’m cleared for adderall. hopefully that’s enough for my doc. we were kind of hoping that I’d be able to try the adderall before I started work, but I guess being part-time for 2 weeks isn’t the worst time to try it either. if my sending it to her is ok, maybe she’ll be able to send out the prescrip tomorrow. the hope is that, since it’s a stimulant, it’ll give me enough of an energy kick to be able to get through work days and be able to focus and retain a little more information. I hope that’s the end result, anyway. god knows I need the energy.

it’s good for me to get the anxieties out now. it actually does feel a little better to get them out and see them written out, because looking at them written down, from the outside, I do look like I’m hyperbolizing a bit. just worrying, worrying, worrying. I’m glad it’s just nagging worries and not actual anxiety, but I do wish my brain would shut up and let me do things. it’d be cool if I didn’t get so self-deprecating over little mistakes too, but one thing at a time. nervous, definitely, but I just need time. everything’s working out so far; got charlotte’s wedding on the calendar already just to get that definitely squared away. my sleep med doctor appointment is on a morning when I’m scheduled after noon. at least for the next few weeks I don’t have any problems or conflicts so that’s real nice. I think this week might be a pay week, so I’ll have to see if I’m getting paid yet; my first paycheck’s going to be really small but it’ll be something, and something is more than I’ve been getting for the last year, so. I can’t complain. I fixed an issue I had with my investment money yesterday, and I was really proud of myself for making a scary phone call and actually adulting, lol. I got that issue all sorted out thanks to the nice guy at the investment company who had to put some puzzle pieces together bc the guy that helped me do the transaction fucked up and I couldn’t figure out how (because I did this 4 months ago and only looked at it now 🙄). I’m just glad to have it sorted, and I’m meeting with my mom’s financial advisor on monday to talk about all of this too, so hopefully that’ll ease my mind some, just knowing that my financial situation is being taken care of. maybe I’ll start getting some sense of where I’m at relative to what I need for the things I want in the next few years, and I’ll be getting some guidance on how to get the most out of what I have. I don’t know anything about money and I’m terrible at numbers; I would rather not have any kind of involvement in the stock market at all. it’s too confusing and anything involving even a little bit of math makes me want to barf. but it’s the smartest move at this point and I know it. I’m just glad I have help. knowing that, knowing that things are generally okay, even if I’m still not in the best shape... I just feel balanced. I haven’t been able to feel that in a long-ass time, and god am I happy to be there.

I just want to keep this calmness going.

#an anxieties purge #wow am I glad I have a side blog so I don't have to feelings-dump on anyone else lmao #everyone should have a private outlet like that #it's always been a comfort just to sit down and write #even if I don't feel like I got it all out #blah blah

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ecotone99 · 5 years

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[NF] I was a surveyor for Hillcraven Gold Mine. I think there's people trapped in the tunnels.

It’s 2 a.m. I’m lying in bed, waiting for the day to start, so I can finally escape this nightmare.

Once dawn hits I’m jumping out of bed, running to the Ops Managers' office, and handing in my resignation. I'll explain to him that I can no longer work here, and thank him very much for the opportunity, but I’m seeking employment elsewhere. I’ll pack my bags and leave this place on the next bus out to town.

For the last five months I’ve been working at Hillcraven Gold Mine. It’s a relatively small operation, but one that's been going for over two hundred years. I’ve been working as it's surveyor, much to the dismay of my mother.

I was originally supposed to study and become a software developer. After passing high school and getting my degree (alongside the hundred other kids who had the same idea), I'd spend most of my days sitting behind a computer monitor, drinking copious amounts of coffee while typing code for hours on end.

Luckily for me, a few bad marks on my final report card prevented that catastrophe from ever happening.

As a result, I’ve become what is known as a ‘third generation miner’, as my dad likes to call it. He made his living as a mine surveyor, and his dad did as well. It was fate, really, that brought me to here.

The work is tough, but I’ve found that the mining culture and the routine of the work is extremely enjoyable. I've been living in a commune on-site with five other men, provided to me free of charge by the mine, eating meals at the cafeteria for pennies and only going in to town once a month for a whole week of drinking with my colleagues. The routine has created what I can only describe as a kinship between me and my coworkers. We eat the same food, work in the same conditions and sleep in the same house.

Every morning at 6:30 a.m. sharp, we wake up and make our beds, rubbing the sleep from our eyes and stretching out our stiff limbs. We walk out and join the other hundred people in the locker rooms. We open up our assigned lockers, get changed into our overalls and gumboots, grab our hard hats from the racks and make our way to the lamp room.

The lamp room is where you get the safety equipment required for going underground. The kit includes one battery-powered LED headlamp, which you attach to the top of your hard hat, an external battery pack that provides power to the lamp, which you thread through one side of your belt, and one small oxygen tank that you clip onto the other side of your belt.

So far no one has bothered to explain to me when I should use the oxygen tank, or even how, so I pray that I won’t have a need to know anytime soon.

Once you’re kitted out, you make your way to the mine shaft. The Shift Boss will be waiting outside the lift, with his ragged clipboard and leathery face. You give him your name, and tell him which tunnel you’re going to today, and he’ll make a note on his list. That way, they can see who’s missing at the end of the shift, and who shouldn’t have gone in in the first place.

The Shift Boss is also responsible for checking if you have the right equipment on. If you don’t, you can’t go in.

Got your hard hat? Check.

Headlamp working? Check.

Earplugs?

Check.

Last on his list is your boots. He’ll glance over his clipboard and give your gumboots a quick once-over, to make sure you have them on. Once he’s checked that off the list, he’ll give it a second check. If your gumboots have so much as a spot of dirt on them, he’ll raise his eyebrow at you and give you a chuckle.

“Been working the night shift, huh?” he’d ask.

All the fellow miners will laugh at that, having been asked the same question at some point.

“What?” I asked the first time it happened to me, my boots muddied and hard hat perched awkwardly on my head.

“Your boots. The only people who have a reasonable excuse to have dirty boots are the people who work the night shift.” He replied.

“But we don’t have a night shift?” I asked, slightly confused.

“Exactly. Make sure you keep your boots clean.” He replied, stepping aside to let me into the lift and looking back down at his list, checking off the next person’s name.

All the surveyors must also report to the survey office for a briefing on what parts of the mine you'll be surveying that day, as well as to fetch the equipment from lock-up. Since I’m the only surveyor on the mine besides Mark, I have to lug the near-10kg equipment by myself.

Mark is nearing eighty, has severe arthritis and spends his days in his office, looking over the mine plans and watering his beloved fern. He retired over ten years ago, hopping onto the solitary bus that takes you back to town once a week to live with his wife of fifty years. His plan was to spend his last good years with her, doing some gardening on the two-acre property that he brought in the 80’s, until he passed away, hopefully, in his sleep.

After spending a month living with her, though, he hopped right back on that bus and begged for his job back, deciding that he’d rather spend his last few years working away from home.

His duties mainly comprise of checking my work and updating the plans when necessary. On occasion, though, he’ll grace you with one of his many pieces of advice that he’s acquired through the years.

“Always keep both feet firmly on the ground while in the tunnels. Don’t wanna slip and fall.”, he’ll tell you as you pass him in the kitchen, or: “A sharp pencil is a sign of sharp work.”

One of his favorites though, that he never seems to grow tired of, is: “Always check your headlamp before you go down. It’s easy to get lost and without a torch, you’ll never make it back.”

I normally try to follow the advice he gives me. Most of it makes sense, and has actually helped me at times.

Thanks to him I always check my lamp before going down. I mostly just give it a cursory click-on and click-off while the lift takes me down to the right level.

Yesterday I was working alone in one of the quieter parts of the mine. It was an old shaft that they were looking at expanding, and it was my job to make sure they knew where they were going. While I was setting up the equipment, I stepped on something soft.

I picked up my foot.

It was lying on the floor, half-buried by the dust and debris.

A small pocketbook.

Curious, I dug it out and dusted it off.

“Survey Report - Mark Whittel.” it said on the front, in neat block letters. It was bound by a green leather cover, slightly scuffed and warped from sitting in someone’s back pocket.

I chuckled to myself as I picked it up. He must have lost this back in his heyday, when he was still making his rounds. I thought it would be funny to show it to him, take a look through his old notes and laugh at how he lost it.

I slipped it into my pocket and carried on with the job, forgetting about it almost immediately. Once closing came I went back up the lift, locked up the survey equipment and said goodnight to Mark. I handed in the headlamp and oxygen tank and went to the locker room.

It was there that I remembered it, as I was changing into my normal clothes. By that point Mark was most likely asleep, so I’d have to show it to him the next day.

My colleagues and I ate dinner in the cafeteria, playing a round or two of poker before ultimately moving back to the dorm. As I lay in bed, winding down and getting ready to sleep, I decided to take a look through the pocketbook. Just out of curiosity.

The first few pages were just random personal notes on things to remember, as well as some drawings of different tunnels, all of them labeled. I laughed at a few of them, the contrast between the old man Mark I know and the young man Mark in this book was startling.

After a few more pages, though, something caught my eye. A note was written across the page:

“If you’re reading this, please send help. I’m trapped down here with no idea how to get out.”

I almost choked laughing at that. The Mark I know could probably navigate those tunnels with his eyes closed, there’s no way he’d lose the exit. He must have been very young.

I couldn’t wait to show him this. We’ll go through it together, most likely in tears thinking about Young Mark lost in the tunnels. Getting found by a group of miners who probably never let him hear the end of it.

I turn the page and carry on reading. This time the page is full of text. He’s numbered the date at the top.

“Day 6”

“It’s been almost a week since I came down here, and none of the tunnels seem familiar. I’ve been walking upwards for what seems like hours now, with no signs of me getting closer to the surface.”

“I was surveying tunnel B2L when my headlamp turned off. I stood there frozen for a second, the darkness causing my muscles to seize up. I reached for its switch, flicking it off and then back on. The light flicked back on, luckily, but that was the least of my problems.”

I turned the page.

“For a moment I couldn’t believe what had happened. I wasn’t in the same tunnel.”

I re-read that line again, slightly confused. Did he mean that he somehow accidentally wandered into a different tunnel? Or was he just magically teleported to a different part of the mine?

I’ll have to ask him tomorrow.

“I wandered around for a while, calling out, hoping someone would hear me and tell me which section I was in. My equipment was missing as well, most likely left behind when I was taken here.”

“After what felt like hours, I heard noises. What sounded like people digging further in. I made my way towards it, still calling out, until I heard them stop and call back to me.”

“I’ve been working here for over ten years. I started as an ordinary miner, rubbing shoulders with everyone at some point, before getting promoted to Chief Surveyor.”

“In all that time, I have never met these men.”

I turned the page again.

“Day 9.”

“These men have a wild desperation about them. Some just keep hammering against the wall, ripping chunks out of it with wild abandon for days on end. Some just sit idle, making small talk or just staring at the wall.”

“They told me that there’s no way back up, as far as they’ve seen. At some point they worked on the mine and their lamps did the same thing as mine. When they turned back on, they found themselves here, just like I did.”

The next few pages are filled with what looks like scribbles drawn inside a grid. They all start in the center square and stretch out until meeting back in the middle, hundreds of little strands stretching across the pages,

After awhile, I realized that they were maps.

“Day 10.”

“They call this ‘night shift’, due to the fact that all their watches stick at 2 a.m. sharp. Mine’s been reading the same thing since I got here. When I asked them why they were digging, they explained that no matter how far up or down you go, you end up back here anyways. So they decided to go sideways.”

“I’ve been here a week, and to me that sounds like a reasonable choice. Some of these guys have been here for years.”

“Since I got to night shift, I haven’t felt the need to eat or drink. Sleep hardly comes and almost seems to be more out of habit when it does. I’ve spent the week mapping out the tunnel system, there are hundreds of offshoots that all seem to end up at the same spot, no matter how irrational it is.”

“Day 11.”

“I think I’ve finally found something. A small stress seam at the end of a dead-end tunnel. It stretches from the floor to ceiling and is just wide enough to stick my pinkie through. I can feel air coming from it, a soft, erratic breeze that must come from outside.”

“I’m turning back and finding the other guys to help me dig. This could be the way out.”

The next few pages were full of sketches of the tunnel wall. He labeled where the stress seam is, as well as the optimal spots to dig it out.

I flipped through them until I found another page full of text. This time, it looks like it was written with a shaky hand.

There’s no date on the top.

“They haven’t stopped chasing me since we let them out. As far as I can tell I’m the only one left alive. They were waiting on the other side for someone to break the seam.”

“They look just like us. Same faces, same clothes, same everything.”

“I’ve been hiding but I think they’ve found me. I can hear them coming, they have good sense of smell. I can hear them sniffing-”

The rest of the pages are blank.

I turned off my torch and placed the pocketbook on my nightstand. As I turned on my side, something caught my eye.

Fred was lying in his bed, his head turned towards me.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could feel the hair on the back of my neck rising. He's been staring at me, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open. My heart beat faster as I realized he hadn't blinked.

I turned away from him, my insides going cold as I fought down my paranoia. I shut my eyes.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm myself down.

As I opened my mouth to take another, I felt someone breathing on the back of my neck.

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