#and our other coworker and it was really nice to still have a few minutes with them. i love them. i miss them.

[melto]

i had a good time with my friend this past week but God i cannot wait to see my other friends. i miss them i feel crazzzyy!!!

[blvdheart]

TIARAS AND TEACUPS

→ just some fluffy drabbles and headcanons on leon being a girl dad

NOTE: listen i don’t even want kids in the future but for this man?? if he was real and mine then trust i would change my mind real quick ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

this is pretty short, less than 1k words hehe

i.

Leon would never hear the end of it from his coworkers if they saw him like this. There was a plastic tiara with fake pink jewels resting atop his hair. He was sitting criss cross applesauce, for he was a little too big to sit on the tiny chairs his daughter had placed her plushies on.

“Daddy, here’s your cup!” She chimed happily, placing a small toy teacup right in front of him.

“Thank you princess, it’s a pretty set.” His hand could easily cover the entire cup, but to be graceful, he held the handle with his thumb and forefinger. “What’s on the menu?”

“Brownies and…and cookies.” She had a small container of them, having gotten some from the batch you baked the other night. “I’m gonna go get mommy, make sure Mrs. Teddy doesn’t drop her tea!”

Leon looked so out of place, but he was happy, watching with a smile as his daughter ran out of the room to go get you. And surely enough, you joined the tea party a couple minutes later, a matching headpiece on your head and your daughter giggling as she tugged you by the hand and took you to where she wanted you to sit.

You couldn’t help but stifle back a laugh when you saw Leon, and he seemed to catch on, grinning at you. “Look who’s late.”

“Fashionably late.” You corrected him as you pointed at your crown, taking a seat on the floor.

“Yay all my guests are here! I’ll hand out the food but don’t eat without me, okay?”

Leon was always emotional when he was in the same room as the two people he treasured the most.

He could still remember when his daughter was just a newborn baby. He almost broke down that day as soon as he heard her first cries, he never thought he’d get the blessing of parenthood.

ii.

If there’s one thing about Leon as a dad, it’s that he really has no backbone when it comes to his adorable daughter. Lecturing wasn’t his strong suit, he just wanted to spoil her. Thankfully, she didn’t have a knack for finding trouble so he didn’t have to worry all that much.

Here Leon was opening the letter he had gotten from his daughter’s elementary school, skimming through it only to see all the positive commentary the homeroom teacher had left. He was a proud father, and he took her on a trip to the store so she could pick out something nice.

“Don’t worry your little head about the price, okay? You deserve something special, you’re doing so well at school.” He gave her head a gentle pat, staying close behind her energetic form as she scanned the aisle for toys.

Toys. Great. Leon was sure he would sob when his little girl started asking for electronics and cosmetics. God, how he wished these years didn’t fly by so quickly. He had to make the most of them.

“Anything? Even a scooter?”

“Uh huh, even a scooter. Want one?”

“Yeah they’re awesome! Can we go look at them? I wanted to ask for one last Christmas but it was really cold so I wouldn’t have even been able to play outside much to use it. But it’s almost summer now so it would be nice and…”

She continued rambling on and on while Leon smiled happily. He held her hand and walked her over to where the scooters and bikes were.

Though he was a little concerned. What if she fell one day and scraped her knee? Or what if she hit her ankle with the scooter? Worst pain ever. Either way, he’d have to buy her a helmet and some knee pads.

Being a dad was kinda stressful.

iii.

Leon would try to be there for major milestones as much as possible. Yeah, sometimes he couldn’t be there because of the spontaneity of his demanding job, but he made sure to make everything worthwhile when he was present.

Whenever her birthday came up, he’d let Sherry babysit her for a few hours so she wouldn’t be at the house while you and him were decorating the place.

“Our little girl is growing up so fast. She’s already wanting to sit in the passenger seat, can you believe that?”

“You big ol’ softie.” You laughed a bit at his sulking, but you felt the same way, going over to hug him and comfort him. He held your hips, nuzzling against the crook of you neck. He loved you so much, he’d know nothing about happiness without you.

“I think I finally understand what the adults in my life would say when I was younger.”

“And what’s that?”

“That when you’re a parent, your children don’t really get older in your eyes. Yeah she’s about to turn ten but…she’s still our baby girl. I feel like she’s still three.”

HEADCANONS

𐙚 Leon would definitely be the type to look up some tutorials on YouTube so he could learn how to do his daughter’s hair. Doesn’t matter if it’s straight, wavy, or really curly. He’ll get all the products and get as much practice as possible

𐙚 For bedtime stories he’d just make up child friendly versions of his missions. B.O.W’s would become dragons, he’d be some sort of knight, and the setting would be a magical forest instead of some isolated and creepy location. And of course there’d be a happily ever after. In a way, this also helps him cope with his experiences

𐙚 Even in a modern world where cards are used more than cash (much to his dismay), he carries around lots of quarters just in case his daughter wants to get something out of a sticker or candy vending machine

[hotshotsxyz]

“You know me better than anyone. You always have.” for the prompts if it sparks!

(buddie) (788 words) i still have so many of these prompts left lmao, hope you like this one!

“I’m fine,” Buck says, and to his genuine surprise, he really means it.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. Rude, but fair. “You’re fine,” he echoes, flat and disbelieving.

Buck shrugs. “Yeah, man, I don’t know what to tell you.”

Eddie blinks a few times. “Is this what denial looks like? I think this might be what denial looks like.”

“Denial is a river in Egypt,” Buck replies cheerfully.

Eddie snorts. “I don’t think that’s how that saying goes.”

“Maybe not,” Buck allows. “Still fine, though.”

“Uh-huh,” Eddie says.

“I am!” Buck protests. “I’ll prove it. Ask me what happened.”

Eddie heaves a sigh and stands. “I’m getting a beer. Do you want a beer?”

“I mean, yeah, but not if it's a pity beer,” Buck calls after him.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eddie tosses over his shoulder.

He comes back with a bottle of Buck’s favorite sour, which is ridiculous because the only place that sells it is a full thirty minutes farther than the closest grocery store. It’s absolutely a pity beer.

“Eddie!” Buck exclaims.

He feigns innocence. “I already had it!”

Buck narrows his eyes and takes the bottle from Eddie. “I’m choosing to believe you, but only because I really don’t want one of your godawful IPAs.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and settles back on the couch beside him. “If that’s what it takes,” he says.

“You’re supposed to be nice to me,” Buck says accusingly.

“I am nice to you,” Eddie says. He leans his head against the back of the couch and rolls it lazily to the side to look at Buck directly. “I’ll be nicer if you can find an adjective other that ‘fine’ to describe your current state of being.”

Buck blows a soft breath out through his nose. “I’m good, Eds, I promise.”

“I just—you were more broken up about Natalia,” Eddie says softly. “Why are you so okay with this?”

And that—that is the sixty-four thousand dollar question, isn’t it? Because Buck is fine. He’s not emotionless, but nothing he’s feeling is particularly painful or consuming. Being with Tommy was good and fun and nice, but breaking up with him didn’t feel like some terrible ending. It felt like finishing a chapter in a book that you can’t put down and staying up late because you just can’t wait to start the next one. He’s never really felt like that before.

“Honestly? I don’t know. I just am. You know me better than anyone. You always have. Why don’t you tell me?”

Eddie huffs a soft laugh. “Contrary to the beliefs of our friends and coworkers, I can’t actually read your mind, Buck.”

“I don’t know,” Buck teases, “I think you probably could if you tried.”

“Sure,” Eddie says. “Think of a number between one and ten.”

Eleven, Buck thinks, just to be an asshole. He grins at Eddie, who stares at him in mock concentration.

Eddie narrows his eyes. “Stop cheating,” he says.

Buck bursts out laughing. “See? Knew you were a little bit psychic.”

“More like fluent in Buck,” Eddie snarks back.

He feels soft and loose, and it hits him that this is what he’d never quite had with Tommy. They were never as in sync as he is with Eddie. He’s never felt so comfortable, so known as he does when he’s here. It’s an impossibly high bar to hold a partner to, but��

Buck’s jaw drops.

Eddie’s expression shifts to vaguely concerned confusion. “What?”

“Nothing,” Buck says quickly.

Eddie fixes him with an unimpressed look.

“I just, uh—” Buck stalls, frantically searching for words that haven’t quite coalesced yet in his mind. “Um. I think I—”

Eddie sits up a little straighter. “Buck,” he says, soft and worried. “It’s just me.”

It’s just Eddie. Eddie who knows him. Eddie who sees him. Eddie who makes fun of him and trusts him and treasures the little pieces of him he’s handed over throughout the years. It’s just Eddie.

It’s Eddie, and all at once Buck is realizing that it’s never going to be anyone else.

“I, uh—” Buck tries again. “I have to—I forgot to feed my neighbor’s cat,” he lies, standing so quickly that he bumps the coffee table and nearly knocks over Eddie’s mostly full beer.

Eddie’s brow creases. “Okay,” he says quietly, and Buck doesn’t think for a second he believes him.

“I’m just gonna—I’ll see you tomorrow?” Buck asks desperately.

“Course,” Eddie says.

“Thanks for the—bye!” Buck squeaks.

He hightails it out the door and throws himself behind the wheel of his Jeep. Of course he isn’t upset about Tommy. How could he be?

He’s been in love with Eddie the whole fucking time.

[rebelliousstories]

Black Friday

Relationship: Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Inappropriate Behavior Towards Women

Word Count: 2,098

Main Masterlist: Here

Marvel Masterlist: Here

Summary: Quite possibly the most stressful day of the entire year is here. Now, they have to really keep a leash on the symbiote.

Consider Donating: Here

“Eddie, wakey, wakey. Wake up, my love.” A soft dulcet voice caused the man to blink his eyes open finally. The sun was just starting to rise outside the window, but inside was simply blinding. His girlfriend’s gorgeous smile was above him, causing her hair to fan out.

“Hey,” he groaned with his voice still thick with sleep, “how’s my girl doin’?”

“Good, but we’ve gotta get up. I’ve got to get to work, and you promised to stay with me so we can go straight from there to shopping. They got that deal on the new tv we wanted.” Eddie rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he sat up. He wrapped his hands around her waist to bring her into his lap. Burying his face into her neck, he pressed a few kisses there, before pulling back to look at her sweet face.

“Alright, pretty girl. What time is it?”

“Five.”

“Well then, we don’t want you to be late. Now do we?”

“No, we don’t.” The deep voice of their favorite symbiote suddenly joined the party. An inky black head with large white eyes materialized upon Eddie’s shoulder, who then sighed an annoyed sigh.

“Morning, V. How are you, sweet thing?” She pressed a kiss to the slimy cheek which made the alien let out a happy rumble.

“Don’t encourage him. It’s too early,” mumbled Eddie once he dropped his head in defeat.

“Eddie, she loves me. Do not get in the way of our love.”

“Okay, boys,” she chimed in before they could start an argument, “let’s go get ready for the day.”

The couple and their unintentional third wheel went about their routine like normal. It was a pleasant morning for what was most definitely going to be a stressful day ahead. Black Friday had hit the American economy. While they did plan on taking advantage of it, they had stuff to do first. So, having the calm of the morning was lovely. Eddie spent his time trying to actually make breakfast and coffee for him and his lover. Venom tried to help in his own special way, leading to a mess that Eddie would, inevitably, have to clean. And she spent her time getting ready for work.

This was the joy of living with her boyfriend, and the symbiote. There was never a dull moment, and yet, they managed to work well together. In recorded time, she was out the door with her boyfriend, and walking down the beautiful street towards his bike. No matter what, she always wore her helmet. Eddie insisted upon it, and since Venom could not inhabit her body, he did too.

All of her coworkers knew that the revving of the bike’s engine meant that she had brought her gorgeous piece of meat with her. It genuinely made her giggle the first few times when the other women, and one of the guys, were hitting on Eddie while he was inside the cafe, with her nearby. Now, everyone just liked watching him work on his laptop in the corner as the pretty man he is.

“I’m gonna go clock in. You hang out in your spot, okay? I’ll bring your first round to you shortly,” and she gave Eddie a kiss once the helmets were gone.

She went into the cafe first, feeling the cozy heat inside, and rounding the corner to start her job. Eddie followed shortly after, even though the cafe was still technically closed for another few minutes. No one minded have him inside. He was always nice to people, and tipped them generously once it came time to pay his tab.

As soon as seven hit, the store was flooded with customers. Some people were looking for their first fix before starting their own Black Friday shifts. While others were trying to stay caffeinated and/or warm for their Black Friday shopping ahead. Either way, their little cafe was busy. She brought over Eddie’s second coffee, with a double chocolate chip cookie for Venom.

“Thanks, angel. And, um,” he leaned in just a bit, making her do the same. “The other guy says thank you too.”

“You guys are welcome.” She replied in the same tone that he had been using. As she walked away to start helping behind the counter again, she heard her lover muttering to himself.

“No, I’m not gonna tell her that. She’s working. Control yourself.”

Never a dull moment with those two. But, thanks to the holiday, there was never a dull moment the entire eight hours behind the counter anyways. Eddie watched as a steady stream of customers kept his darling girl busy. She took on different jobs, like they all did, rotating every couple of hours so no one got into too much of a rut. It was actually really lovely to see them using so much teamwork.

His favorite time was when his angel was on the register. He loved it. Eddie was seated with a perfect line of sight so that he could spend those two hours watching her. And the man was having a great time, even with the commentary from his friend in the back of his head. That was, until, some jerk came along to ruin it.

For some reason, there was a guy who, no matter how many times he got turned down, would continually make passes at Eddie’s girl. Now, she could take care of herself, but each time it was getting harder and harder to restrain the other guy. Today, this prick decided to some early Black Friday shopping it appeared.

“Hello gorgeous. How’s my favorite little barista doing today?” He leered, only to be met with her most deadpan face.

“Welcome in. What can I get started for you?” To anyone else, she sounded like a cheery, customer service worker. But Eddie knew better.

“Well, I just got this new watch,” he flashed the overtly shiny thing in her face. “Wanna know the greatest thing about it?”

“Are you going to get a coffee, or a pastry, sir?”

“It tells me exactly when to pick you up for our date tomorrow night.” Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she took a deep breath in, and out.

“Are you going to order something? There is a line, sir.” She tried once more, and yet, this guy was just not getting the hint.

“As long as you are on the menu, yes. I’ll be getting something.” This creep leaned across the counter, over the register, and into her personal space. As much as she tried to lean and get out of his way, she did not catch the hand coming up onto her arm until it had made contact. Jumping back as if she had been burned, the shiver that swept through her body could not be suppressed. Thankfully, right as Eddie started making his way over, her male coworker, Leon, had sprung to her aid.

“Hey. Uh, no way honey. You are gonna walk out of here and not come back before I call the cops and have you trespassed. We are gonna keep our hands to ourselves before I come across this counter. Come on, sugar.” Leon ushered his angel to the back to take some deep breaths before coming back out to find the creep still there.

“Go on! Shoo! If I have to come across this counter, you sure as hell not gonna like me. Go!” Finally, the man left in a huff as Eddie saw his angel poke her head out from around the corner of their dry storage. He kept murmuring to himself on the entire trip out, but no one came to his aid. As soon as he was gone, she went back to working the drinks counter while Leon filled for her at the register.

“That pathetic man put his hands on our angel.” Venom growled, letting Eddie feel the rumble deep in his chest.

“Yeah, I don’t like it either, buddy. But she’s safe behind the counter.” Before he could sit back down, the man felt his limbs go rigid as his friend took control over his muscles.

“What are you doing?” They were walking faster towards the front door and past the counter. Eddie’s laptop was still there, so everyone knew he was coming back. But as she saw the shadow of her boyfriend walk past her, a small black tendril emerged from her lover’s back and sent a salute towards her.

“Oh no.” She chuckled and went back to work.

“We are going to teach that thing a lesson about touching what’s ours.”

“What is this ‘our’ stuff you spouting off about, V? She is my girlfriend. Not yours.”

“I know she is not just mine. That is why I say ours, Eddie.” Before said Eddie could retort once again, they rounded the corner to the alleyway right next to the back door of the cafe where they would take out trash. And would you like to guess who they found lurking around?

“Let me eat his head, Eddie. Please. He’s got a Black Friday discount on life.” He had no clue whether or not the symbiote was joking. Knowing Venom, he knew he probably was not.

Inky limb like tendrils shot out from Eddie to grab at the creep that had been targeting their girl, and shoved him against the wall. Venom was not completely taking over Eddie’s body yet, but he was close. Walking up to the pinned man, another tendril slapped over his mouth to silence his screaming. Eddie tried to look as mean as he possibly could.

“Look, guy. Whoever the hell you are. Leave my- ow- our girl alone. She isn’t interested. She will never be interested. Get it through your head. Got it?” Unfortunately, he still could not take a hint.

“Oh, what. Like she’d go out with you, mister disgraced journalist? Listen pal, I’ve got connections. You try to threaten me and you’ll be in a jail faster than you can say ‘merry Christmas’. Now let me go!” He struggled once more, but Eddie just sighed.

“See, that just ain’t gonna happen. See, I’ve got a friend. And right now, he is really itchin’ to hurt you. So let’s just part ways and this all goes away, yeah?” The offer fell on deaf ears as the man struggled to break free.

“You asked for it.” In an instant, Venom’s head popped up from his shoulder like an aggressive cat. The silence that followed was beautiful.

“I would very much like to eat his head now. Human brains always taste best.”

“No, V. We’re just gonna rough him up and then go back inside. No eating heads. Don’t wanna draw attention to m- our girl.”

Their entire dialogue was being witnessed by someone who looked three seconds away from passing out, peeing himself, or screaming. Maybe all three. But as Venom showed all of his teeth and his disturbingly long tongue, turns out it was those three. But in very fast order.

“Well,” the body dropped to the floor, “that was interesting. Let’s go inside. I want some more coffee before we leave.” Eddie turned on his heels and marched back inside. Once he was within view of others, Venom retreated back into his host. “Good boy.”

“I am not a dog, Eddie! But thank you. I would like another cookie for my efforts.” The monster growled, a pleasant purr emitting from him as he saw their angel behind the counter.

“Alright. You can have another cookie.” Once he was at the register, Leon got Eddie’s, and unknowingly Venom’s order, before moving down to where his girl was making delicious treats. But he did turn back at the last moment to send a quick, “thank you,” to the man who just nodded.

“You won’t have to worry about that a-hole again, angel.” He murmured, accepting the cookie she gave him, mostly for his alien friend.

“Did Eddie talk to him or the other guy,” came her tease as she made his coffee just how he liked it.

“A bit of both. Ow, would you quit it? Fine! Mostly the other guy. You happy now, diva?” His monologue that she knew was actually a dialogue sounded hilarious right about now.

“Thank you. Both of you. I’ve got thirty minutes left, so after that we can go get that new tv since our old one is broken.” Even though he was not physically present, Eddie knew that she was staring at Venom when she said that.

“Black Friday makes people do crazy things.”

[violasghost]

Adding to the discussion about why the Chenford breakup has apparently been swept under the rug (for now), Rookie episode 7x02 discussion.

Have been reading some thoughts recently about how some think the reason Tim and Lucy are so amicable post breakup is because they are over one another, or the writers have decided to gloss over everything and ignore their chemistry and just let them stay friends instead, or simply cheapen their relationship. But I think this is where we as the fans have to pay closer attention to the actors who are showing us just as much if not more in the moments when they are not saying anything to one another, versus the moments when there is dialogue. The banter, the competition, that is where they are comfortable, but its also when they fall back in to old habits. Despite Lucy's character being pro-therapy, neither she nor Tim have ever been good at expressing their own emotions and when they were together they stumbled through most serious conversations about feelings. So that said, they likely didn't have that talk-yet.

From a personal perspective, I've had some awful coworkers over time (one or two that started out as friends) who I would have loved to poof away into oblivion, but because I like my job, I had to take the high road simply to be able to do my work well and play nice with peers, and the fact that sometimes you have to coexist with people that you don't always like or respect. So you do your job and work with those individuals when necessary, but nothing more. Not that I'm saying they cant stand one another, but more that they are simply...coping.

I think when it gets down to it, they are avoiding the BIG elephant in the room because its easier to just go with the flow for now. And they are afraid of going down that road because perhaps there may be some doubt, on Lucy's side about Tim's motivations for the breakup in the first place. And maybe on Tim's side about realizing how he hurt Lucy and worrying about how she might never forgive him. So the friendship thing is a safe crutch for both of them. They know at least this way they still have each other as a safety net. I still think its coming. The longing looks, the playful banter. Tim is trying every trick in his book to stay close to Lucy, and Lucy is taking his bait, hook, line, and sinker. And she's flirting with him too, whether she knows it or not. They just cant help themselves. Anyone who couldn't see it would likely have to be blind. Heck the whole first few minutes of the episode with the ladies in the locker room, Lopez, Harper, and Juarez tease Lucy about it so-yeah they know, and they are teasing/baiting our dear Lucy and the audience with this knowledge.

That last scene with the three TO's, Nolan, Tim, and Lucy hanging out after work for drinks and then Nolan confesses how he really respects Nyla and wants to send her more gifts of thanks and Lucy simply tosses her eyes and glances at Tim for a moment. You can see a twinkle in both their eyes and even Nolan recognizes in this moment that he's the third wheel, so he excuses himself, but Tim and Lucy don't yet want to admit that there is anything more, even though there is a long pause between them before either one speaks. I'm telling you, its about the moments 'in between.' Watch Eric and Melissa's faces. They always knock it out of the park.

Needless to say, looking forward to the long slow burn this season. I'm hoping for many more angsty, flirty, cute, hot, steamy, action-packed, sexy, and loving Chenford scenes in our future. <3

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Could I please have an imagine where the reader moves to Seattle. She starts out as a pediatrician at grey loan. Around this time she realizes she's pregnant. With Carina DeLuca as her ob-gyn and coworker the two fall for each other. Carina did not expect to fall for a pregnant woman but realized she knows what she wants. So she asks you out and you say yes around the time you are halfway through the pregnancy. by the end of the pregnancy, it becomes clear you much you and your baby mean to her. When you go into labor she freaks out and comments that “My girlfriend is having our baby!” (you hear her say that but say nothing due to the pain). When the baby is born she is in awe of the tiny human but kinda keeps to the side for a few minutes until you say “come meet OUR son.” Carina tries to apologize for calling him hers but the reader says that Carina is his mother too. Just like a cute family thing please?

Our baby

Summary: The world is full of unconventional families.

Pairing: Carina Deluca x female!reader

Warnings: i have no real knowledge of pregnancy or other medical things, cursing

Word count: 2944

a/n: Carina Deluca please give me a chance🙏🏻

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Arizona Robbins shows Y/N around the hospital, introducing her to the kids staying there for a longer period of time and some of the other doctors there. She just moved to Seattle and decided to continue working as a pediatrician at the Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, having heard a lot of good about it.

“All the kids already love you.” Arizona gushes, excited to have a new coworker. “I think you’ll be just fine.”

Y/N laughs. “That’s great to hear, I was really nervous to relocate here, you all seem so close.” She smiles, having seen how the doctors interact with each other.

“We are! We have gone through a lot together, so, we’ve gotten close. But don’t worry, you’ll fit right in. Doctor Deluca!” She stops another doctor. “This is Doctor Y/N Y/L/N, new to PEDS. And this is Doctor Carina Deluca, our OB-GYN.”

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N gives her hand out to shake, which Carina does.

“Nice to meet you too.” Carina looks at her up and down. “You’re not from here?”

“No, I moved from Boston.”

“That’s a long way.” Arizona comments. “I’m guessing the reason wasn’t just change of scenery?” Shaking her head, Y/N smiles. “I’ll learn about that later, I’m sure.”

“Sure thing.” Y/N laughs.

Carina glances at her pager. “Well, I’ll see you two later. I have a baby to deliver.” She gives them one last smile before walking away.

“Well, lets start the real work then. You’ll shadow me for a couple of days, so you learn where everything is and so on.” Arizona starts walking again, Y/N following right behind her. “I know you’re not a beginner, but you can still ask me anything you’d like.”

“Thank you, Dr Robbins. It’ll be a pleasure working alongside you.”

“Oh, please, call me Arizona.”

After a week of great work shifts, Y/N has started getting nauseous out of nowhere, especially in the morning and the middle of her shifts. Although, it’s very unusual for her, she hasn’t paid much attention to it. She has a hectic work after all, it must be the nerves.

Y/N writes down information to the kid’s chart on the tablet. “You’ll be just fine, Jules.” She assures, turning to the parents. “She’ll just get her some medicine and after making sure she reacts to it well, you can go home.”

“Thank you so much, Doctor Y/L/N.” The mother cries out in relief, grabbing Y/N’s hand.

“Of course. A nurse will bring the medication over soon.” She turns to the said nurse. “Make sure Jules doesn’t get any nausea-“ taking in a deep breath, she pauses, feeling increasingly nauseous herself, “or rashes. If everything is fine in thirty minutes, they can leave.”

“Got it, Doctor Y/L/N.” The nurse smiles and grabs the tablet out of Y/N’s hands.

With a nod and a smile, Y/N leaves the room, holding her stomach lightly. The sick feeling in her stomach is getting worse quickly. She walks into the break room to get some water from the fridge.

“Hey, Y/N.” Carina greets as she walks in.

Eyes wide, Y/N coughs, getting some water in her windpipe. “Hi.”

“Everything okay?” Carina laughs.

“Mhm.” Screwing the cap back to the bottle, Y/N grimaces. The water didn’t help the nausea. “Uhm, how are you?” Her voice comes out a bit strained, but she does her best to hide the sickness.

“I’m alright.” She stares at her. “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t look too good.”

Taking few deep breaths, Y/N nods. She grips her scrubs tightly, as if it would lessen the pain she’s feeling. “Listen, I-“ Suddenly, Y/N runs into the bathroom. She drops down to her knees and starts vomiting.

“You’re definitely not okay.” Carina mumbles as she kneels next to Y/N. She rubs her back with one hand, while the other holds her hair out of the way. “When was your last period?”

Y/N heaves over the toilet, keeping her eyes closed. Vomiting was always difficult for her. “You’re not saying what I think you’re saying?” She turns to look at Carina, who can only offer her a hopefully comforting smile.

After the vomiting stops, Carina takes Y/N to a examination room, so she can draw her blood. Now, Y/N is waiting on the bed for Carina to come back. Her mind is a jumbled mess. She isn’t sure what to think.

Carina steps inside the room. Y/N looks up at her expectantly. She sits down to a chair right next to Y/N. “You’re six weeks pregnant.”

“Oh, fuck.” Y/N holds her stomach with a shocked expression.

“Can I ask if this is a wanted pregnancy? Is the father in the picture?”

“Is this a- I don’t, I don’t know.” She gasps, feeling like the air is getting thinner. “The father is the sole reason I left Boston.”

“Okay, hey, I need you to calm down your breathing.” Carina grabs her hand. “Take some deep breaths.”

Y/N breathes in and out, following Carina’s lead. “I’ve always wanted kids.” She starts once her breathing is more stable. “I love them, that’s why I went into PEDS. But alone? I don’t know if I could do that.”

“You still have time to think, but, I think if anyone could do this, it’s you.” Carina rubs rubs the back of her hand with her thumb. “I am here for you every step of the way, whatever you decide to do.”

“Thank you, Carina.” Her voice wobbles a bit. “Are the hormones supposed to be all over the place yet.” She lets out a teary laugh.

“Yes,” Carina stands up. “They are going to be a mess through it all.”

Y/N stands up with a groan. “How fun.” She huffs and put her doctor’s jacket back on. “Well, thank you, Dr Deluca. I suppose I’ll be seeing you a lot.”

“You will, lucky me.” She smiles, opening the door for her. “See you later, Y/N.”

“See ya.” Y/N waves as she walks back into her shift, like nothing happened.

After three weeks, Y/N has her first official appointment with Doctor Deluca. She has made her decision and is ready to confirm it with her OB-GYN. “Ready for your first ultrasound?” Carina sets up the machine while Y/N climbs up to the examination bed.

Nodding, Y/N stares at Carina. “Everything will be okay, right? There’s not going to be anything bad in there.” Carina raises her brows while listening to her ramblings. “I’m totally feeding into the doctor’s are the worst patients stereotype, aren’t I?”

“Hmm, just a little bit. May I?” Carina takes hold of the hem of Y/N’s shirt, lifting it only when she gives her permission to do so. “This is going to be a little cold.” The gel feels chilly against her stomach, which makes her flinch. “Now, I’m going to press this to your abdomen and move it around bit to see everything.” Once the probe presses against her stomach, Carina starts studying the ultrasound image.

The longer she stays quiet, the more worried Y/N gets. She tries to see the screen, but it’s angles just out of her sight. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes!” Y/N lets out a sigh of relief. Turning the screen to face her, Carina shows Y/N where the embryo is. “It is around 22 millimeters long right now, there’s its head and limbs.” She points around the screen. “Its tiny muscles are starting to develop at this tome. Want to see if we can hear the heart?”

“Can we? This early on.”

“We can with a Doppler monitor.” Carina puts the ultrasound machine to the side and cleans the gel from Y/N’s stomach, before putting gel on the probe of the monitor. After that, she presses the head of the probe against Y/N’s abdomen, moving it around to find the right spot. “Can you hear that?”

A quiet, but clear galloping sound can be heard through the monitor. Y/N hums with a nod, biting her lips as she can feel herself get emotional.

“Sounds like a perfectly strong heart.” Carina smiles at the look on Y/N’s face. Even though she has done the same thing multiple times, this feels just a bit more special compared to the other ones. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel…” Y/N sighs deeply. “I don’t even know how to word it. I’m tired and so scared, but I feel amazing. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

There’s a permanent grin on Carina’s face as she listens to Y/N talk. She likes to listen to her talk, even if it’s just nervous rambling.

“Is that normal?”

“To feel like you’re going crazy? Yes, it is, you have nothing to worry about.” She sets her hand on her leg, rubbing it in a comforting manner. The actions makes Y/N’s cheeks warm and stomach flip.

“Thanks.” She breathes out, clearing her throat. “My shift starts in twenty.”

“I’ll let you go get ready then.” Carina wipes any remaining gel off of Y/N’s stomach and pulls her shirt back to normal. “I’l see you around?”

“Yes.” Y/N hops off the bed.

Opening the door, Carina sets her hand on Y/N arm to stop her from walking out. “Will I ever see you outside of the hospital?”

A shy smile grows to her face. “Definitely.”

“Heyy,” Carina lifts her hands up in celebration, “look at that bump! We’re halfway there.” Y/N laughs, closing the exam room door. “Today is a very important ultrasound, are you ready to know the gender of your baby?”

“I am more than ready.” She lays down to the bed, lifting up her shirt and lowering her pants so her stomach is visible.

“What are you hoping for?” Carina sets everything ready for the ultrasound, it all being normal for Y/N now. She puts of the gel as Y/N says she doesn’t have a preference. With a smile, Carina puts the probe to her abdomen and starts moving it around. “Everything is looking good.” She mumbles, trying to find an angle where she could see the baby’s sex. “I can see all ten fingers and ten toes.” Suddenly she starts grinning. “Do you want to know your baby’s gender?”

“Yes.” Her voice comes out quietly. She bites her lip as she stares at Carina.

“It’s a baby boy!”

Y/N laughs, excited to know something about her future baby. She opens her arms when Carina leans down to hug her. “I have to start thinking about names.” She whispers.

Carina pulls away from the hug to put the ultrasound machine away. “Don’t have options yet?” She asks while wiping away the gel.

“No. I’ve been too stressed and tired to think about anything.” She lets out and airy laugh, pulling her clothes back to normal. “But knowing he is alright in there, maybe I can give myself some rest.”

“Please do. Have you felt him kicking yet?” Y/N nods with an excited grin. “May I?” She sets her hand under Y/N’s shirt once she gets her permission. They wait in silence, nothing happening, but after a while, a small kick can be felt. Carina cheers and rubs Y/N’s stomach.

“It still feels so unreal.”

They stare at each other with wide smiles and shiny eyes. The two have been going out for months now, but they still haven’t made anything exactly official, mostly because Y/N is worried about her pregnancy getting in the way of their relationship. But it just feels so right, like it’s meant to be. Every time Carina touches her, whether is for medical or other reasons, Y/N gets such a high from it.

“You know I want this, right?” Carina lets her hand stay on Y/N’s stomach. “I want you and everything that comes with it.”

Y/N bites her lip, setting her hand on top of Carina’s. “You’re sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

“You aren’t going to back down once you realize how insanely the hormones are affecting me? We’re only half way there.”

Rolling her eyes, Carina nods. “I’m not backing down. I want to be there for you, not only as your OB-GYN, but as your partner.”

“Okay. I’d like that.”

“Yeah.” Carina leans closer, waiting for Y/N to say anything against what she’s doing in case she isn’t feeling it, but when she just nods, Carina presses her lips to Y/N’s.

One of Y/N’s hands goes up to Carina’s hair, combing though it. Carina pulls away, but stays close enough to feel each others breaths. “I might start crying unless I leave, like right now.” Y/N whispers, feeling her emotions taking over.

With a chuckle, Carina fully pulls away, giving Y/N some space to stand up. “I’ll see you at your apartment after my shift?”

“Yes.” Kissing Carina’s cheek, Y/N leaves right after.

Humming a song quietly to herself, Y/N is going through the patients’ charts. Her shift is almost at the end, so she likes to make sure everything is where it’s supposed to be.

“Bambina.” She smiles at the sound of Carina’s voice, even when it sounds disapproving. “You should be resting.”

“I’m fine, Carina.” Y/N smiles at her, pecking her lips. “Besides, my shift ends any second now.”

“You’re about to give birth any second.” Her brows are raised as she sets her hand on Y/N’s stomach. It’s true, Y/N is a few days over her due date, but she wants to help out as long as she can.

Y/N’s smile somehow widens from the mention of giving birth soon. She’s absolutely terrified, but also so excited to meet her son. “I know,” she grins, “but there still kids that need me.”

“Sometimes you should just stop the day.” Carina states, which makes Y/N furrow her brows. “Make it a day?”

“Call it a day.”

“Yes.”

Y/N laughs, setting the tablet down. “I know, but I’m still feeling gr-“ She gasps, taking hold of her stomach.

Carina goes into worry mode immediately. She takes hold of Y/N. “What? What happened? Are you okay?”

Taking few deep breaths, Y/N looks down at the floor that’s now wet. “My water just broke.” She mumbles. Straight away, Carina goes to grab a wheel chair for her, helping her down to it. Y/N pushes air out of her mouth. “It hurts.”

“Everything will be okay, Y/N. Everything will be okay.” The last sentence is mostly to herself, as Carina is starting to feel terrified by the situation. Her girlfriend is about to give birth right now. “We need an OB!” She shouts as they arrive to the right floor. “She’s about to give birth.”

A group of nurses jog over to them, they bring Y/N to a bed and start getting everything they need ready. “Aren’t you her OB?” One of the nurses asks.

“My girlfriend is having our baby! I can’t deliver him.” She panics.

The nurse nods, paging another OB-GYN to their location. Y/N cries out in pain, not able to pay attention to anything happening around her. The doctor arrives fast and starts doing her thing right away. Carina stays in the room, but in the sidelines, giving them space to work.

“Hey there, Doctor Y/L/N.” The OB smiles, putting on gloves. “This is your first baby, right?” She sets Y/N’s legs to a correct position so she can see everything.

“Yes.” Y/N’s breathing is getting faster from the pain. “Can I start pushing?” She gasp when the pain increases.

“Yes you can.” The OB glances at Carina. “Does Doctor Deluca want to come over here and hold Y/N’s hand?”

Carina snaps out of her panic and drags a chair next to Y/N’s bed. She sits down and grabs Y/N’s hand. “You’re doing so good.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.” Y/N screams as she pushes. Her grip on Carina’s hand tightens every time the pain gets stronger. “How long is this going to take?” She cries out.

An hour and a half later, the baby’s cries can be finally heard. Y/N slumps down to the bed, laughing and crying in relief. “Can I see him? Can I see my baby?” Her eyes are half closed, finally feeling everything.

A nurse cleans the baby down, before bringing him over to Y/N. She smiles widely as she takes hold of him. “He’s so beautiful.” Y/N whispers, caressing his head gently. She turns to look at Carina, who has moved back to the side. She looks amazed by everything that just happened. “Come meet our son.”

Carina’s eyes widen, she thought Y/N hadn’t heard her. “I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called him mine, he is your son.” She starts apologizing.

“Shut up.” Y/N laughs quietly, stretching her hand towards Carina. “He is our son. You said no backing down, remember?”

Carina’s eyes tear up as she takes Y/N’s hand and sits back down next to her. “Hello, my angioletto.” She whispers, grabbing his extremely small hand with her free hand. Looking at Y/N, she mover her hand to rub her cheek. “You did such a good job, bella.”

Y/N smiles, kissing her palm. “We have a son.”

“We have a son.” Carina laughs, looking over her family.

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Baby It’s Cold Outside

Word Count: 1,875

Summary: The annual Akso Hospital holiday party has more to celebrate, with their head doctor newly engaged. The alcohol and festivities seem to take ahold of the couple as they celebrate.

A/N: Happy holidays! You can also find this fic on Ao3 where I will also be posting my writings for the other holiday stories for the other li! I plan on doing something similar to this where I have a scenario based on a classic Christmas song. Please enjoy!

Akso hospital throws a Christmas party every year. They weren’t over the top extravagant, but for the staff, they were always really rewarding and such a nice reprieve.

For the past two years I’ve been Zayne’s plus one as his girlfriend. Recently however, this will be my first year attending as his fiancé. His coworkers were thrilled when he proposed early December and said that they would put in extra effort to make this Christmas party a special celebration for us.

Currently I was finishing up my hair and makeup in our shared bathroom when Zayne walked in to check up on me.

“We still have an hour to leave before the party,” he placed a kiss on my shoulder.

“I know. I know. I’m just really excited for this year’s party. Plus I heard Grayson ordered us a ride to the party?”

Zayne just chuckles and shakes his head, “Apparently the whole staff thought tonight should be the night that we let loose and celebrate.”

“They’re not wrong. You’ve been quite busy since our engagement to really celebrate. But your patients are safe….So your favorite patient is giving you permission to let loose tonight.” I turn and kiss his cheek since I haven’t put my lipstick on yet.

“Alright. But I won’t get too irresponsible, I still have to look after you,” his eyes trail down my form as he surveys the skin tight red dress he bought me for this occasion.

“I think I can handle myself,” I quirk my brow with a slight pout, “Besides it’s rare for Dr. Zayne to be allowed a moment of celebration. I think your team will be happy to know all their party planning efforts didn’t go to waste.”

“We’ll look after each other,” he runs the backside of his finger down the exposed skin on my arm, causing me to shiver.

“Always,” I snatch his hand from my shoulder and placed it on my blushing cheeks.

Getting ready was an easy process, till I was nearly finished and could hardly keep Zayne off of me. His lips sent chills up my spine as his lips ghosted so softly over the nape of my neck with such a passion.

“Zayne, I’m not letting you ditch this party,” I huff as his lips meet my jawline.

“But how could I refuse a taste of such a delicious sight before me?” He whines a bit as his teeth get ahold of the top of my ear.

“Paws off mister,” I playfully shove his chest, “We’re leaving for this party in a few minutes and I intend on leaving our apartment fully clothed thank you.”

He laughs at my words and concedes as he pulls away and puts his hands up in the air as a sign of innocence. “If my wife demands it, who am I not to listen?”

“ Fiance ,” I correct him.

“That’s just another word for my wife to me,” his hazel eyes sparkle with hints of mischief in them as he smirks to retort to me.

Before he could start another onslaught of kisses, our ride to the party shows up and we grab our coats and head over.

As we arrive to the rented out conference space in a fancy five star hotel, Zayne is immediately met with excited greetings from his peers and colleagues. I think this was my favorite part about attending the holiday parties, sure I visited Zayne a lot at work sometimes, but seeing how many people respect and look up to him makes my heart warm. He works so hard, and to me, every moment and minute of his efforts have all been worth it for moments like these.

“Oh! This misses is here too, very nice to meet you ma’am I’ve been doing a rotation with your husband and he’s taught me so much,” an excited young man says as he shakes my hand with such enthusiasm I can’t help but chuckle.

“I’m glad, my fiance has been such an inspiration to you, I hope you also continue to take care of him in the workplace,” I move my hand over to block the side of my mouth that Zayne could see, “He really forgets to take care of himself sometimes, don’t let his coolness fool you.”

“I can hear you dear,” he pinches my side in retaliation.

We make our way through the decorated venue with ease after some greetings when Greyson excitedly approaches us with a bottle of champagne, “Zayne! Misses!” With his glasses askew he presents us with a bottle, “Congratulations on your engagement!”

“Thank you Greyson,” I laugh and take the bottle from him, “Shall we pour some glasses for the rest of the guests to do a toast?”

Zayne is being quiet, I peer over at him, and his ears have a red tint to them as he looks off pretending to be uninterested.

So bashful, I think to myself.

As champagne flows, a very cheerful Yvonne joins us as she seems to be on her third glass of eggnog and clinging on to my waist in a joyful hug, “It’s about time! We’ve been waiting forever for you to finally marry this woman doctor! You better not take this long to have babies either!”

Greyson panics immediately and takes Yvonne off me with a nervous chuckle and a very embarrassed Dr. Zayne. Zayne downs his champagne flute in record time to ease his nerves and I can’t help but laugh at this whole scenario.

“Thank you Yvonne, we’re very excited for the future,” I turn to my shy fiance, “Right dear?”

“Yes. I know this was a long time coming, but I wanted to ensure the timing was right for both of us,” he pauses his speech with a sweet smile, “I am very happy to have my team’s support to my future wife. Thank you guys.”

After he says this, a group of doctors squee with excited and we all clink our glasses and toast to the future Dr. Zayne and I have ahead of us.

The flute of champagne was the first drink for both me and Zayne, but the team ensured it was not the last. I immediately had an espresso martini shoved in my hand and Zayne had some cranberry cocktail that tasted delicious. He forced me to swap with him since he hated me drinking too much coffee due to my ‘heart condition.’ I did call him a party pooper, but sipped my cranberry concoction with delight.

Time seemed to drift away from me as the warm buzz of alcohol took over my system. While Zayne never once let go of my hand or waist, I knew he was drunk based off his grip on my person. He held his composure well, but I spotted the subtle signs of intoxication.

I think I should write Greyson a personal thank-you note, as he had poured the shot that had sent my poor doctor over the edge. As soon as the tequila shot hit light-weight doctor Zayne’s system, that man had his head in the crook of my neck.

I rubbed my hand up and down his back, “You alright baby?”

“Mmmm,” he purred right in my ear, “You feel so warm…”

“So do you,” I brush my hand through his dark hair.

“Maybe I’m stealing your warmth.”

“Oh? So you’re a thief now huh? What a divergence in career paths Doctor.”

He chuckles and the vibrations from his voice rumble on my body, “Guilty as charged when it comes to you.”

Suddenly our flirty drunk moment is interupted by the nice apprentance that greeted us when we walked in, “Misses, Dr. Zayne! You guys should really do karaoke, Yvonne said you’re naturals at it!”

A flushed Zayne detached himself from my neck and stood tall in front of his underling and nodded his head, “Yeah, we are. Let’s show them darling,” he grabs my hand and pulls me on stage.

Drunk Zayne was very confident. In truth, I’ve never heard my fiance sing, he’s hummed ‘Mary had a little lamb’ once or twice in private moments, but we’ve never done karaoke together.

Suddenly the jazz swing tune of ‘Baby it’s cold outside’ starts as we’re both handed microphones. I haven’t even begun to sing, but all the Akso hospital staff is clapping and cheering as us newly engaged lovers take the stage to sing this christmas classic.

I start the song off with a gentle, “I really can’t stayy.”

And my jaw goes slack as Zayne’s deep velvety voice sings, “But baby it’s cold outside.”

He sounded like a natural jazz singer and it caused me to laugh a bit as I sang out my next line of, “I gotta go wayy.”

Zayne really got into his role as he grabbed my hands and rubbed the back of them while singing, “I’lll hold your hands they’re just like icee.”

As I sing I pretend to try and be leaving and he keeps pulling me into him to match the lyrics of the song. I honestly cannot tell if I sound amazing or terrible as my heart starts to race when he sang “Your eyes are like starlight now…” with his hazel drunken eyes boring into me as he holds my waist.

Our voices merge together as we sing the chorus, “Baby it’s colddd outsiidde.”

“You’re very pushy you know?” I say playfully reading off the dialogue within the song.

“I like to think of it as opertinustic,” Zayne delivers sarcastically with a flirtatious laugh.

The crowd in front of us feels like they’ve disappeared as me and Zayne continue to sing through this playful and flirtatious Christmas song. He begins to twirl me around as I sing out, “But maybe just a cigarette more.”

We finish the song with laughter as Zayne dips me low and lifts me up with a huge smile, he kisses me chastly, but we’re interrupted by the Akso hospital staff whistling and cheering.

“Thats our boss!”

“Go Dr. Zayne!”

“Wow I didn’t know he could sing like that.”

I then flush red and exit the stage with Zayne in hand and we’re met with the staff congratulating us once again. Someone hands Zayne another drink, but I snatch it away, “I’m cutting you off Dr. Jazz singer.”

“Are you impressed?”

“Beyond! I wish I knew sooner how well you sing, we could’ve been dominating the karaoke bars.”

“Let’s go on our next off day then,” he kiss my cheek.

“I’ll hold you to that, husband .”

His eyes widen and he takes a step back, “Finally, you’re using the word I’ve been dying to hear since we’ve been engaged.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, “I’ll be sure to use it more often, husband .”

Zayne places both hands around my lower body and says, “Maybe we should head out of here early, wife.”

I laugh and swat at his chest with a tease, “But, baby it’s cold outside.”

Needless to say, this was one of the most memorable Akso Hospital Christmas parties for us as a couple. And apparently for them as a staff as videos of me and Zayne singing would continue to float around for many Christmas’s to come.

~fin~

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - one hundred and two | time off

The shooting for Songbird was on hiatus for the next two weeks, and so its actors were trying to fill the time with other things. Jongho and Satbyeol had both visited you the first day of their hiatus to talk about their albums, neither knowing the other was going to be there, and arguing about who would get to monopolize you first. Yunho arrived about 20 minutes into a stare-off between the two, in which the tension in the room was palpable and you could not, for the life of you, understand why. He talked both of them down and the two of you convinced them to email Hongjoong for individual meetings with Crom3r. That finally got them to leave.

Yunho offered his services in keeping his coworkers at bay, by hanging out in the studio while you worked. You felt you could deal with either of them if they showed up again, but it was nice to return to form: you working on music while Yunho went over a script. He would, eventually, have to record another song for his character because of rewrites, but the lyrics had to wait until the rewrites were done. In the meantime, you and the rest of Crom3r produced the instrumentals, and waited.

A few days later the rewrites were finished and the lyrics came to the studio via one of the writers. Yunho arrived soon after and you got to recording his part.

His recording was quick, and afterwards he stuck around and talked with Hongjoong and Maddox about the show and his character. 

Your phone vibrated. You looked at the number, surprised to even see it grace the screen: it was your brother. You excused yourself from the room and went out into the hall. You sighed and answered.

“Hello?”

“T/n, thank god you picked up.”

“Hey, Intak. Why’d you call?”

“Dad’s in the hospital.”

The words hung there for a moment as you tried to figure out what they even meant. Hospital? Dad? He’s there?

“What?”

“He had a heart attack last night.”

“What? Is he okay?”

“Yeah, I… you didn’t get a call from mom last night?”

“You know mom would never call me. You’re the kid who did what they wanted you to do, I’m the failure.”

“T/n you’re not--”

“I don’t think that, but I know mom does.”

He sighed. “He’s awake and doing well right now. He has to have a bypass soon; you should come visit him.”

You thought.

“T/n?”

“Are you sure my being there would really help anything?”

He sighed. “You are his child. I think you should be here.”

“You think so, but do he and mom think so?”

“Listen, he’s our dad and you should be here. I’ll talk to mom okay?”

You sighed. “So should I show up anyway?”

“Yeah, I’ll talk to them about it before they get here.”

“But what if they say no by the time I get there? I’m not going all the way out there just to come back.”

“You can stay at my place.”

“You live right near them.”

“I got a new place, on the other side of town.”

That was weird, you thought he loved living next to them. You thought for a moment.

“And we can see each other and at least… catch up? Haven’t you put me off long enough?”

You sighed. “Yeah, fine.”

“Okay. Find a way out here and I’ll handle the rest.”

“Alright.”

“Can you come out tonight? I think dad would appreciate that more.”

“Shit. I need to talk to my boss and I’ll text you.”

“Okay, let me know.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

You hung up the phone and sighed. You were concerned but also, maybe not? There was so much bad blood between you and your family that any other emotion could only be stained by the anger and resentment that colored your childhood and teen years. You weren’t really sure how you felt.

You walked back into the studio. Yunho said something and Hongjoong and Maddox laughed at it. It was all so normal. You held your phone in one hand and the other just hung by your side as you stood still for a few moments, deciding how to say what you needed to say.

“Hongjoong?”

He turned to look at you. “Yeah?” 

“How does ‘time off’ work?”

“Why? Are you planning a vacation?”

“My dad had a heart attack last night and my brother wants me to go see him.”

Hongjoong, Yunho, and Maddox all shared the same expression: mouths opening and their eyebrows ticking up in surprise.

Yunho stood. “Are you okay?” 

“Are you sure you want to go see them?” Maddox asked.

“Let me pull up the PDF about sick leave and time off,” Hongjoong said as he turned back to his computer screen.

You held your hands up to Maddox and Yunho. “Yes, I’m okay. Yes, I’m sure I want to see them. Thank you both for asking.”

You pulled a chair over and sat as Hongjoong looked up the regulations. Yunho pulled his chair over to your other side and sat next to you.

“Do you know how much time off you have?”

“Oh-- I used a bit because of Doyun but I hadn’t even checked since we’ve been so busy lately. I’ll sign in.”

As you pulled your phone back out of your pocket and went to the website for timesheets and payment, you could feel Yunho’s eyes on you. “Yunho,” you said, turning to him.

His eyes explored your face, perhaps looking for the tiniest bit of sadness or despair or anything, so he could spring into action and help you.

“I’m fine.”

He nodded slowly.

You put your hand on his for a moment and tried to reassure him with a smile before going back to what you were doing.

“Umm, I have… a few days of vacation time.”

Hongjoong nodded. “I have a ton that I never use, I think I can give you some days if you need them.”

“I don’t think it’ll take more than a week to visit them.”

“I can give you days too.” Maddox added.

You shook your head. “I don’t think I need all that.”

“But what if you get there and they want you to stick around longer?” Yunho asked.

You looked at him, unimpressed.

“What if your brother wants you to stay longer?”

You sighed as you thought. The fact that Intak was the only member of your family that actually tried to contact over the years you meant that he at least didn’t want you out of his life. He’d even nagged you about not calling more often... You looked at Yunho.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“You don’t need to go with me.”

“How are you getting there?”

“I… I don’t know, I haven’t thought about it yet.”

“What if I drive you there?”

“What? Aren’t you shooting soon?”

He shook his head. “We don’t go back for a week.”

“Don’t you have promotions or something, then?”

“We start shooting again in a week and promotions start again when we’re done.”

You sighed. 

“Let me drive you back. We can see my parents, they’ll be happy to see you again.”

You nodded. Yunho’s mom was like the mom you always wanted, you really wouldn’t mind seeing her again. “Yeah, okay.”

He put his hand on yours reassuringly.

“I know that you said you don’t want them, t/n, but please let Maddox and I give you a week each. It’s the least we can do.” Hongjoong said.

“But I don’t need almost three weeks of vacation,” you laughed.

“Consider it a present.” Maddox smiled. “If seeing your family is that bad, you can take a vacation afterwards.”

You exhaled a laugh. “Yeah, okay… Can I leave now? My brother wanted to know if I’d be able to make it there for tonight.”

“Yeah, we’re done with what we were doing. If the two of you want to go, you can.”

Yunho nodded and looked at you. You stood and put everything in your backpack. Yunho got his coat and then took the backpack from you eliciting a small protest that you let die when he smiled at you.

You turned back to Hongjoong and Maddox. “I guess we’ll see you in a few days, then.” 

“I hope your dad is okay,” Hongjoong said.

Maddox pointed at him. “What he said. I hope he’s okay too.”

You nodded again. “Yeah.”

Yunho opened the door for you and the two of you left.

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Hi, Since there are few stories about Hoseok, I would like to request #5, #21, #46. I'm curious to see what kind of story you can came up with Thanks.

This is the last request I have. Thank you everyone that sent one. I really like working on shorter stories like this. They keep my mind busy without stressing me out.

I’m sorry this one took so long. This was a good one that really stumped me. I hope this is okay!

#5 Why are you helping me?

#21 Sometimes being a complete nerd comes in handy

#46 What happens if I do this?

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I’m pretty sure recalling an email is fairly simple but for the sake of this let’s just pretend it isn’t

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The headline read, ‘Ruthless CEO, Y/N, making a name for themselves regardless of who they tear down.’ You knew it was meant to be negative or even hurtful but you saw it as motivation because they technically weren’t wrong and you would ruin whomever or whatever you had in order to benefit your company.

Amongst your team you were known for your cold demeanor, harsh words, and demanding temper. Unfortunately your assistant, Hoseok, took the brunt of that.

“Good morning Y/N, I emailed you your schedule for today. You’ll get reminders 15 minute before each of your meetings. I cancelled your lunch with Kim Namjoon just like you asked. I also dropped off your dry cleaning and will pick it up tomorrow morning. You also have a dinner party tomorrow night with Kim Seokjin”, he said before placing your usual cup of coffee down in front of you.

You took a sip before spitting out the hot liquid, “What the hell is this? This tastes like caramel. You know I hate caramel.”

“Oh I am so sorry Miss. I must’ve grabbed the wrong cup by mistake. I’ll get a new one here right away.”, he said frantically opening the app to order a new cup to be delivered.

“Just forget it. I’ll do without a coffee for today. Just get me something from the vending machine. If you can handle that.”, you glared at him.

Apologetically he backed out of the room to make a beeline for the vending machine area.

“Rough day.”, his coworker Yoongi asked walking up next to him who just nodded as he looked through the drink options.

“I don’t know why you still work here Hobi. You’re way to nice to put up with someone like that.”, Yoongi said.

“I don’t know. The pay is good.”, he chuckled, “Plus I’m kind of used to it by now. I don’t think I’d know how to work for someone who wasn’t yelling at me. And she means well. I know she just wants what’s best.” Yoongi shook his head but accepted that answer and returned to his desk.

A couple minutes later Hoseok returned to give you an iced tea from the vending machine only to find you panicking and frantically clicking away at your computer screen while mumbling about how your life was over.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”, he asked setting the drink down next to you.

“I’m such an idiot.”, you groaned, “I got this stupid email from the head of our biggest competitor about meeting for dinner and I typed up a snarky response in anger calling him a dumb stupid smelly pimple on an alligator’s butt and I was supposed to delete it but I sent it by accident. This is going to look so bad and bring so much negative press when he reads that. He’ll surely go to the media.”

You slammed your head down on the desk feeling defeated.

Hoseok chuckled before he cleared his throat, “I can help you.”

Your head snapped back up, “What?”

He smiled, “Sometimes being a complete nerd comes in handy. I can delete the email from his system like it never happened.”

He asked for permission to use your computer and after you approved he began typing away.

As you watched him work diligently to save you, you realized how horrible you had been to him over the years and yet he still didn’t hesitate to help you.

“Hoseok, Why are you helping me?”, you whispered feeling very small and apologetic.

While still working his lips curled into a smile, “I like to help others. I know that you don’t mean to come off so aggressive and you only do it because you want to be as successful as possible. Aaannnddd I don’t think I’ll get paid nearly as much elsewhere if this company were to go under because you called someone a pimple on an alligator’s butt.”

You sat back and chuckled as you watched him continue to type away.

He stood away to research something on his phone real quick which when you moved the mouse to a bright red colored box, “What happens if I do this?”

“Uhhh the computer will explode.”

Really?!”, you asked with wide eyes.

“No, it’ll just cancel out everything I just did so please don’t press it.”

A couple minutes later and he stood back proud of himself, “There! The email is deleted like nothing ever happened. Even if he managed to read it already there is no proof anywhere that it ever existed.”

“Thank you thank you thank you!”, you exclaimed wrapping your arms around him into a tight hug.

He cleared his throat making you back away instantly and smooth out your dress, “Thank you again Hoseok. How can I repay you? Maybe I can get a bonus thrown your way or something.”

He shook his head, “Firstly you can stop calling me Hoseok and call me Hobi.”

You nodded, “Okay, done.”

“And let me take you out for dinner.”, he said with a smile.

“Are you asking me on a date?”, you questioned feeling your cheeks heat up.

“We can decide what to call it when we see how we feel afterwards.”, he shrugged before walking into the hallway making you even more intrigued by your nerdy life saving assistant Hobi.

[writeforthepeople]

Change is on the Horizon

Tori is starting her new role with Smosh!

The mood in the office was noticeably tense as I walked to my desk. I was running late this morning and hadn't had a chance to check my email. I pulled out my phone as I go to sit down and see an email from Anthony, my boss. 

"All-

Please join me in the conference room today at 10am for a mandatory staff meeting.

Thanks!Anthony Padilla He/Him"

We had a weekly scheduled staff meeting that would normally take place in a few days, I wonder why he would need to push the meeting up and use the word "mandatory". This must be why everyone is acting odd.

I check the time "9:40" I say out loud, looking towards my coworker "I'm going to grab some coffee before the meeting". I walk to the break room, which is empty. I grab a quick cup of coffee and decide to head to the meeting early and catch up on my emails from there. As I walk in, Anthony is already in the room, setting up his laptop.

"Hey!" I say brightly, trying not to let on that I am nervous about the meeting. That nervousness only grew seeing him set up for the meeting and having a folder of papers as well. He doesn't usually lead our staff meetings, and they are typically much more laid back. "Hey Tori!" he said with a smile, softening my nervousness slightly "Making any progress on the questions for the OG youtubers video coming up?" he asked. Anthony likes to really dive into the research and writing we come up with.

"Yeah! Should be done soon" I say, taking my seat near the front of the table. There are not many people in office, maybe 15 of us, but they all start to come in and take their seats. I can see that Anthony is nervous, but the fact that he is smiling makes me think that maybe it is good news.

"Hey everyone! Thanks for coming" he says, kicking off the meeting "I'm sorry for the suddenness of the meeting, I don't like to spring things on anyone but you will see why I had to in just a minute." As he says that, he looks to the door and I can feel my eyebrows furrow in confusion. 

After just a second or two, the door opens. My confusion can certainly be read on my face as Ian Hecox walks through the door, grinning. I take a quick look between the two as Ian makes his way to the front with Anthony.

"I'm sure you are all really confused," he says with a smile "We bought smosh!" they semi yell, in unison. They paused, allowing us all to react. "That is amazing, congratulations!" I said, and echos of the same sentiment came from everyone, but there was still tension. What does that mean for all of us? Would Anthony keep his channel? Will smosh staff take over if he does? I am starting to spiral as Anthony begins to speak again. "I spent a day with isn't going anywhere! So don't be alarmed." I could feel my shoulders drop a little. "There will be some changes, but your jobs aren't going anywhere"

Changes? I thought...that is still worrisome. Ian started to speak "There will be opportunities to get involved in smosh, or to stay separate. I won't be stepping into Anthony's channel or independent work" he finished. "I'm going to talk to each one of you, discuss the changes, let you ask any questions you want. All we ask is that you don't speak on this until we make the official announcement, we haven't even told the smosh team yet."

"Tori, if it's ok, we'd like to start with you. We should be able to get through everyone today!" Anthony said, and I nodded. The others started to filter out of the room until it was just Anthony, Ian, and I. "Well," I said "Congratulations guys, I have always been a huge fan of Smosh" which was true, Anthony and I had discussed it at length after I was hired. "Ian, this is Tori, one of my writers/researchers. She helps prepare me, and the guests, for the experience of the show." his words made me smile. "It's so nice to meet you" I spoke, standing and outstretching my hand to shake Ians. He shook my hand back "It's nice to meet you too. I'm glad to hear you like Smosh, I wasn't sure what the reception would be" he admitted, with a chuckle. "Anthony has spoken a lot about you". 

"We wanted to start with you Tori because we have a more unique opportunity for you," Anthony said "While trying to figure out how to address staffing and scheduling, we wanted to address openings and make sure that internal staff had the first chance at any new roles before posting them" my stomach started to turn. Anthony turned to Ian, who started talking. "We have an opening for a research and talent on Smosh games and Anthony tells me you would be a great fit, and have been auditioning for talent roles" ...I could throw up. Is this real? My silence was not taken lightly "You absolutely do not have to, your role here is safe" Anthony said, reassuring me. "Wow," I started, maybe not the perfect reaction "I want to say thank you. I would love to! That sounds like the best of both worlds for me." I said, grinning ear to ear "I guess you do listen during our monthly check-ins!" I say with a small laugh to Anthony.

We talked more in-depth about the position, understanding the details, and getting a call set up with the Smosh HR team for an official offer. I am going to start in just two weeks!

Getting home felt so long, the entire drive I just kept thinking of the possibilities. What the Smosh team would think, if I would be received well by the audience, and what the new vibe would be like working in a bigger studio. Once I got home, I laid out on my couch, staring at the ceiling. I can't believe this is really happening. 

[americanphysco]

I decided to try my hand at posting some original fiction (that I may be tweaking and submitting to a local lit mag in the spring) if any of you are interested in reading it!

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Namesake (2313 words)

Summary: 21 year-old Jesse is forced to ask his boss for a favor, a lift to work, after his car breaks down for the utmost time. They discuss potential baby names despite the awkward tension, culminating in a suggestion that hits a little too close to home for Jesse.

Notes: This is an original work exploring a transgender character's evolving relationship with his deadname, the family history behind it, and what it means to pass that name on to someone new. Mild content warnings for mentions of weed and mentions of transphobia.

Here is the story itself for those of you who prefer not to read on AO3.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

Of course, on today of all days, when I had already woken up late from my afternoon nap, did my car battery have to give out. It’s the second time this month that I’ve needed to jump my car, but the $150 price tag made it a choice between groceries and a new battery, so that purchase will have to wait.

Usually I’ll ask my neighbor to help me out here. Mr. Davids is a Navy vet with an iron scowl and a heart of gold, and he’s always willing to lend his car for some juice or the occasional ride. He says I remind him of his son but, seeing as his son doesn’t come around much, I can’t tell if it’s a compliment.

Today Mr. Davids is at the senior hall for bingo night. He says it’s gonna be a hell of a tournament, and that there’s even an Applebee’s gift card on the line.

Besides him, I don’t know who to call. Most of my friends are away at colleges along the coast, the big artsy kinds of schools I could never afford, and the ones that are local have already left for their night jobs so they too could make ends meet. And my other neighbors are much less kind than Mr. Davids. Shit.

I unlock my phone and scroll through my contacts list. It’s mostly people I went to high school with, some old coworkers, a few college lab partners from projects I don’t remember doing, and - oh; There’s Craig.

Craig’s father, an angry businessman with a combover and a slew of ill-fitting suits, owns Flights, but he only ever handles the back end side of things. It’s Craig who really manages the bar, drafting up our weekly schedules and navigating customer complaints. He’s a nice enough guy, albeit a little awkward, and I know for a fact he drives through my neighborhood on his way to work each evening. Besides, the worst thing he can do is say “No”, right?

I select the contact and hit dial. He picks up after two rings.

“Hey, Jesse. Everything alright?” His voice is muffled and I can hear the faint whooshing of the wind against his car.

“Actually, no, it isn’t.” I take a deep breath, feeling my lungs struggle to inflate against the steady pushing of the binder on my chest. I can hear Craig lower the radio’s volume through the receiver. “Listen, I’m really sorry to ask and I know I’ve had a habit of coming in late these last few weeks but my car isn’t starting and I need a ride to work.”

A few moments pass where I’m alone with the muffled sound of the wind. There’s a chance he already drove past my street and was debating the pros and cons of turning around, or, worst case scenario, he was weighing the ethics of firing me over the phone.

I make my way over to the front of the building as I wait, seeking shelter from the falling rain beneath the porch awning. With my back against the building, I can feel the faintest bit of heat seeping through the exterior walls.

“Oh, that’s it?” Craig says, “Sure, I’ll be right there. You still live by the police station?”

Phew. “I do. Thank you so much Craig. I really owe you.”

He says a quick “of course” before hanging up the phone. And, true to his word, he comes rounding the corner roughly five minutes later.

His car slows to a stop in front of my apartment building, hazards already on as his tires skim the curb. He rolls down the passenger window, his eyes narrowed into thin slits as he peers between the raindrops, looking for me. I wave to him from where I’d been sitting on the porch, my knees curled underneath the fraying end of my puffer jacket, and I keep my face tucked beneath one arm as I approach his beat-up Prius.

“Thanks again, man.” I say as I slide into the seat. It’s a bit damp from the open window, but at least this car runs. “I promise this won’t happen again.”

Craig waves his hand in dismissal. “It’s no big deal. You’re practically my neighbor.”

He switches off his hazards and pulls back into the road. The radio is still playing softly, a jazz song I only recognize from his quiet humming as he helps bus tables. His fingers are tapping along the edge of the steering wheel in a pattern of pointer, middle, ring, pointer, middle, ring to match the beat.

I can't tell if the air feels thick from the humidity or the silence between us, either way it forms a hot blanket around my shoulders, pressing in on my throat and weighing down the rest of my body.

“You think it’ll be a busy shift tonight?” Craig asks.

“Maybe,” It's a Tuesday. Of course not. “We had a busy weekend.”

Craig nods. “I hope so. Helps the shift go by faster.” He taps his fingers a bit faster now, breaking the rhythm of the music. I can see his brows furrow out of the corner of my eye, lips pursed together tightly.

Craig’s father stopped by the bar a few nights ago wearing a deeper frown than usual. He’d pulled Craig into the backroom without sparing a single “hello” for any of the other employees, his knuckles streaked white around Craig’s wrist. I could only make out bits and pieces of their conversation through the heavy office door, muffled mentions of declining profits and real estate agents. Flights hasn't been doing well for a while now, and Craig’s phone calls with his dad have only gotten longer and longer with each passing week. It was only a matter of time before the property got sold to make way for something more profitable anyway, even if Craig liked to pretend that wasn't the case.

I can appreciate his commitment to the delusion, at least.

“Jesse,” Craig starts. The tail of his voice is lilted, as if my name were a question. “You know how Tina and I have that baby coming?”

“I do.” She's either six or eight months along; I can't remember which.

“Well, we've been picking out names and I wanted your opinion on one of them.”

It isn't the first time Craig’s run names by me. Sometimes, during our slowest nights when the bartenders have all pulled out their phones prematurely, he’ll ask a group of us to pick between some. James, Jack, Henry, Brian if it's a boy. Claire, Penelope, Gracie, or Jane if it's a girl. Usually he’ll jot down our responses, a collection of quick tally marks in the corner of his notepad. He never seems all that convinced, though.

“So,” he continues, “we’re going to be having a little girl.” I overheard him mentioning this to our senior server earlier in the week, but I congratulate him as if it’s my first time.

His fingers lose the rhythm of the music, instead tapping along to their own nervous pattern. If he weren't driving, Craig would be picking at the skin around his nails, a habit he's formed whenever gearing up for a conversation he’d been avoiding.

“We were thinking Juliet, but I don't know,” he says.

“Juliet?” The last time I heard that name it was being spit at me from across my family dinner table, the word cutting between my tearful attempts at explanation, my choked out promises that my mother hasn't lost her daughter. She was cycling through half-true memories of Barbie dream houses and braided hair, a mantra of Juliet, Juliet, Juliet woven throughout them. She repeated the name like a plea, as if saying it enough times made it reality.

The way Craig says “Juliet” is much softer. The name sounds nothing like a threat on his tongue.

Craig frowns. “You don't like it, do you? It was my mom’s suggestion. She wanted to name me Juliet if I was born a girl.”

“No, no. It’s not that. I just, I knew a Juliet once.”

“Oh.” Craig's frantic tapping resumes.

The night before my sixteenth birthday I caught some kind of stomach bug that had me in a cycle of waking up at odd hours to dry heave over the toilet in hopes of eventually throwing up. After my third or fourth round of almost vomiting I found my mom sitting alone in the living room, the table side lamp lit up beside her, with a sudoku puzzle sprawled across her lap. Only two numbers were filled out, and she was fiddling with our small radio, searching for a decent station through the waves of static.

“Juliet,” She didn't look up from the radio as she spoke, and her voice was barely louder than a whisper, but it made me stop and listen regardless.

“Have I ever told you about your great-grandmother?” she asked, finally settling on 101.7, a local station that plays classical music anytime past 11pm.

She had, if only in passing. I knew that her name was Juliet. I knew that she collected and repaired broken clocks. I knew that she was the kind of woman who only ever said “I love you” to relatives on their deathbeds. Despite this, I shook my head “no” and watched as my mother pat the empty space on the couch beside her. I sat.

My mother pointed to the cuckoo clock across from us, which sat proudly atop our large box TV. The clock was stuck on 2:33am, and had been for as long as I could remember. My parents always shushed me whenever I asked why they hadn't taken it down.

“My grandma made that clock,” she said, “It was a baby shower gift.”

She placed the sudoku puzzle on the arm of the couch and turned to face me completely.

“It’s funny, actually, she never showed up to my baby shower. She gave it to my mom to give to me instead. She didn't even leave a card.” She dragged her finger through the air, tracing along the side of the clock from a distance. “She carved J. N. in the side of it somewhere. Your father thinks that’s where I got your name.”

My mother called me about a month ago, on the morning of my birthday. She brought up her grandma again, if only to tell me how much it’d kill her to see me throw away her name so easily. She wished me a happy birthday, asked how school was, and told me she missed me. I listened to the voicemail three times before deleting it.

“What was she like?”

I look up from where my gaze had settled on the dash in front of me, my eyes briefly meeting Craig’s as he juggles his focus between me and the road. “What?”

“What was she like? The Juliet you knew.” He pauses. “Was she a good person?”

My first instinct is to laugh. It’s stifled laughter, but laughter nonetheless, and the way Craig’s brow furrows at the sound makes me feel guilty.

“Sorry, sorry. I don't know why I did that.”

If you asked my mother whether or not Juliet was a good person, she’d wax poetic about the promising young woman I was before I decided to shave my head and skip class to smoke weed. Back when I would let her wrangle me into puffy church dresses and force smiles for family photos. She likes to pretend all those times I asked for Star Wars action figures and tried on my father’s ties didn't exist, as if I completely blindsided her by wearing a tux to my freshman homecoming dance.

But Craig wasn't asking her. He was asking me. And the Juliet I knew was the not same one my mother knew. My Juliet would draw all her holiday cards by hand, painstakingly picking colors to match the message inside. She would sock playground bullies in the jaw, and would keep trying to bake cookies even after burning her first few batches, and would apply to IVY League schools even if she didn't think she could get in them. The Juliet I knew watched with pride as I signed the name change paperwork at my local DMV.

“Yeah,” I say, “she was a good person.”

I can see Craig still fighting back his frown in my peripheral vision.

I continue, “I think Juliet is a beautiful name. And I think your daughter is gonna wear it well.”

Finally, his frown dissolves into relief.

“You really think so?”

“I do. And I'm not a very good liar, even if I didn't.”

Our laughter dies as Craig pulls into the lot, choosing a spot between a pickup truck and an island of brown grass and cigarette butts.

“Thank you, Jesse.” He claps me on the shoulder before either of us can leave the car. “You’re a good friend.”

“Don’t mention it. I owed you for the ride anyways.”

Craig pulls out his phone as he closes the door behind him, opening his list of baby names and drawing a red circle around “Juliet”.

Later that night, after counting the soggy wad of tips I’d stuffed into the pocket of my apron, I type my mother’s name into Facebook’s search bar. Sure enough, three accounts down, is her, her profile picture a grainy image of her and I posing in front of our lopsided Christmas tree about fifteen years ago. The picture is too small to tell here, but I’d walked past the larger, framed version enough times to know that I’m missing two teeth in it and that my mother is holding a broken ornament behind her back, slightly visible in the space between us.

I take a screenshot of the picture and block her account.

[adidastain]

i’ll have what she’s having

90s trey parker (office!au) x fem!reader

warnings: none

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 3424

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“When are you gonna let me take you out to dinner?” my coworker asked me, waiting for me to finish filling my water bottle at the cooler.

“When you get your sales up, Parker,” I said, tilting my head. I tapped the knot of his necktie as I turned around to face him. Trey looked down at me, smirking. “I can’t be seen in public with a poor salesman.” 

“Says the temp,” He retorted, hurriedly pouring water into a tiny paper cup as I started walking back to my desk. Trey followed me through the kitchen to my cubicle, which was on the opposite side of the office to his. 

“Not for much longer if you don’t get those numbers up,” I grinned sweetly, leaning against my desk. Trey stood in front of me, also leaning to the side. I batted my eyelashes at him. “Keep wasting time like this and we’ll end up switching seats.”

I sat down, tidying up a stack of papers. I reached for the handset, until Trey placed his hand on mine to stop me from picking up the phone. 

“And if I get my sales up?” he proposed. 

I laughed at him as if to say, “like that could ever happen.” I tsked, shaking my head. 

“You’ll let me take you out, right?” he continued. 

I looked up at him, staring into his bright, blue eyes. I had to admit, he was quite handsome. He was funny too; he’d always do the best impressions of our other coworkers with dumb voices. I usually brought in coffee for our boss, then Trey asked me to start bringing him some, and now he’s the one who brings me coffee. 

“If you can make 20 sales before 5 o’clock, you can take me out tonight, yes. That’s an hour,” I told him, rolling my eyes slightly. “Others might consider those rookie numbers, so hop to it.”

I patted his shoulder, watching him walk away with a smile on my face. I felt my cheeks turn red. I knew it would be a challenge for him, since he always got distracted. Part of me was really rooting for him, though. The only reason I ever said no to him was to see how far he was willing to go to get me to go out with him. It was slightly cruel, I’ll admit it. But he was very determined. 

I didn’t see him for the rest of the day, and for once I was able to get a little more work done than usual. I was in my boss’ office when 5 PM rolled around. She and I had been discussing an opportunity for a permanent position at the office, since I was just a temp. However, she seemed to think that I’d make a good fit, so I was excited to be able to finally secure a job that didn’t last less than a month. 

Once I got out of her office, it was 5:02, and Trey was still on the phone. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with concern and anticipation. I could see his leg bouncing underneath the desk. I leaned against the wood, examining all of the papers sprawled across his desk, all covered in his messy handwriting. 

“I- Okay. Yes. We’ll talk tomorrow. Definitely. Thanks. Bye-bye,” Trey said, before hanging up the phone. He leaned forward, exhaling heavily with his face in his hands. 

“Three minutes overtime,” I said, tapping my index finger on his desk. 

“I only made 17,” he huffed, leaning back. Trey looked at me with probably the saddest pair of defeated eyes I’d ever seen. I honestly felt kinda bad for him; I bet he’d worked harder in that last hour than he ever had before. 

“Aww,” I said, tilting my head. “Better luck next time, kiddo.”

I reached down to rub his shoulder. The fabric of his shirt had that nice, soft texture that you only got from real expensive dress shirts. My hand lingered there for a few seconds; longer than I intended to. 

“Wanna go get some drinks?” I asked, leaning down to meet his eye level. 

His head snapped up to look at me. His whole face lit up, eyes wide and all. “What?” he choked out. 

“You heard me,” I laughed, crossing my arms. I bit my lip, watching him grin from ear to ear. 

“I guess so,” he shrugged, sighing. I rolled my eyes, standing up to put my baggy black sweater on over my blouse. I started walking towards the exit, watching Trey scramble to get all of his stuff together and catch up to me. Soon we were in the parking lot, playfully arguing about where we were headed. 

“I could do with a nice shake, I think,” I stated, following Trey to his little beat-up car. 

“There’s a diner by the mall,” he said. Two minutes ago, he was insisting we go to a pub up the street. He was such a simple creature. He just wanted to please me. 

“That is a nasty drive from my place,” I grimaced. 

“Mine too,” he shrugged, leaning against the door of his car with his hands in his pockets. “Their shakes are worth it though, trust me.” 

“Hmm, I don’t know if I should trust you,” I said, squinting at him. “You couldn’t even make 20 sales for me today.” 

Trey rolled his eyes. “Yet you’re going out with me,” he shot back, raising his eyebrows. 

I tried to smother the grin on my face. I shrugged. 

“Consider yourself lucky, Parker,” I said innocently. “I’m not an easy catch.”

“Obviously,” he grumbled, smiling. He reached up to scratch his jaw, allowing me a brief moment to examine his hand. He had a short, wide palm with long, dainty fingers and rough cuticles. It looked like he picked at them. 

“I’ll follow you. See you in a few,” I said, smiling. I started walking towards my car, turning around for a moment to yell at him. “And don’t speed!”

“I can’t help it, Y/N! My feet are made of lead!,” he shouted, defending himself. 

I giggled, getting into my car. I turned the ignition, letting the car warm up for a moment while I checked myself in the mirror. My lips were chapped and my hair had gotten a little messy throughout the day. I was honestly too exhausted to give a shit, so I just let it down. 

The drive was long. It was the middle of rush hour, so Trey and I ended up getting stuck in a traffic jam. We ended up side by side a number of times, challenging each other in our own lanes which were going two different speeds. Eventually, after almost 40 minutes, we made it, parking right next to each other. I put some chapstick on and took my blouse off, leaving my sweater on so that I was more comfortable. Trey was still in his work clothes; light blue shirt with rolled up sleeves, black tie, navy blue pants, brown belt and dark brown shoes. He wasn’t very coordinated. 

“You drive like a senior citizen,” he said, grinning at me as I walked up to his side. 

“You drive like a wanted criminal,” I shot back, turning around so I was walking backwards and facing him as he held the door open for me. 

The dinner smelled like cake and coffee. It was slightly overwhelming, but not so much that I wouldn’t get used to it. The hostess led us to a small booth next to the window, giving us a quite lovely view of the highway outside. The sun had begun to set, so the sky was painted with the most gorgeous golden-orange you could get in Long Beach. 

“I think I actually greatly prefer this over a bar,” Trey hummed, his eyes skimming over the menu while his hands rested in his lap. 

I laughed softly, looking away from him. I took a sip from the iced water that the server brought to us not long after we sat down, the cold sending a shiver down my spine.

“Now that we’re finally here,” I huffed. “Why were you so desperate to take me out?”

Trey looked up, caught off guard. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he brought his hand up to scratch the back of his head. 

“I enjoy your company,” he said softly. “And I’m attracted to you.”

“‘Cause I’m the funniest, coolest, sexiest girl you’ve ever met?” I teased him. 

“Yup,” he grinned, biting his lip as the server came back over to our table. 

I ordered a plain vanilla milkshake with no cherry and extra whipped cream, and Trey ordered the exact same thing. He really was so simple. I made fun of him for it. 

“So what don’t I know about you?” Trey asked me, leaning over the table with his arms crossed. 

“Not much, I imagine. You spend 3 out of 8 hours hanging around by my desk, so I can only assume you know me inside and out,” I stated, furrowing my eyebrows. “But I guess… you probably don’t know that I play guitar.”

“I did… not know that,” he said, raising his eyebrows. Trey leaned back, a soft smile on his face as we both spoke. He looked suspiciously satisfied, as if this was all going according to some massive plan of his. I decided to challenge his gaze with my own, equally mischievous one. I then realized that he was probably just admiring me. 

“Come to think of it, what do you know about me?” I asked, resting my head in my palm. I snuck a glance at his neck, which had a healthy amount of stubble on it that spread up to his face as well. A day or two post-shave, maybe? Regardless, it looked good on him. He also had a lot of freckles and beauty marks all over his face and neck. Part of me wanted to spend time counting all of them. 

“I know that you like pickles, but only by themselves. Same for black olives. Oh, and you can’t seem to sit normally in any capacity. You challenge the ergonomic designs of modern chairs and refuse to conform to corporate standards,” he listed, mocking me in the last bit of his sentence. I couldn’t help but laugh. “You hate mussels but somehow love asparagus. Beavers are your favorite animal. Um… I also know that you always have your hair up, ‘cause I’m a little bit stunned right now by the fact that it’s down.”

He laughed sheepishly with those last few words. I blushed. I forgot I let my hair down. It was wavy and unruly; I usually hated having it down, but it was starting to make my headache worse throughout the day, so I just wanted to feel more comfortable. 

“It’s pretty,” he mumbled, swallowing. Trey seemed so nervous, delivering such a simple compliment. Simple, yet I too found myself made somewhat shy from his words. I guess I was just used to him being so unserious all the time. “You should wear it down more often.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes. The server came over with our shakes. The tall glasses were very elegant and very heavy. The straws were made of paper. I cringed, pulling mine out of the glass and opting for a spoon instead. 

Trey looked at me like he was watching an ape pick its nose. 

“I now know that you drink milkshakes with a spoon,” he teased me, his cheeks caving in as he attempted to suck his shake through the straw. 

“At least spoons don’t dissolve,” I said, mocking him. Trey just kept laughing at me. 

We spent a few moments in awkward silence, just enjoying our shakes. I tried to think of something to fill the quiet gap in the conversation, but I couldn’t come up with anything witty or funny, and it didn’t feel appropriate to give him a compliment. 

Eventually, Trey spoke up, bringing up the last topic I would have ever wanted to discuss on a date. Work. 

“Did Michelle clear you for a permanent position yet?” He asked me. 

I sighed slightly, trying not to let it show. 

“We’ve been talking about it. She’s just not sure where she’s gonna put me yet, but I still have like, two weeks, so… I’m not too worried,” I explained, avoiding his eyes. 

“Maybe we’ll be desk neighbors,” he said, grinning. 

“Ack,” I gagged, teasing him. To be completely honest, that didn’t sound too bad. Granted, he would probably get even less work done if he were always right next to me. He’d be too busy showing off, and I’d be so distracted that I wouldn’t get any work done either. 

“Hey, c’mon,” he laughed. “You know I’m your best friend in the office.”

“Yeah. My ‘friend,’” I repeated, doing air quotes with my fingers. 

“What, you don’t like me?” he pouted. 

“We’re on a date, Trey. Of course I don’t like you,” I said. I was being sarcastic, but I held no sarcastic tone in my words. He had to have realized that I was joking… right?

Trey’s eyes shot wide open, his lips curling into a smirk as his cheeks turned red. “So we’re dating?” he said, dragging out the last word as if he were a teenage girl. He grinned, taking another strangled sip of his milkshake. 

I shrugged, sticking the end of my spoon all the way in my mouth so I could lick it clean. 

Trey leaned back, a small smile on his face as he stared at his lap. I watched him pull himself together, biting my own lip. Seeing him happy and giddy made me feel happy and giddy too. 

After about an hour, we finished our shakes, and just sat in our little booth, talking. I learned that he had a cat named Jake and that he studied film in college, and even directed a few until he ran out of money and had to get a more permanent job. He explained that since he started working at the company, he didn’t have much time at all to do anything film related. I felt bad; I could see the way his eyes lit up when he was talking about working in film.

“You should show me what you’ve made sometime,” I said, playing with the little bit of ice cream left in the bottom of my glass. A majority of the other customers had left, leaving the diner much quieter than it had been just a few minutes ago. Now it was just me and Trey, some elderly women in the corner, and a group of teenagers on the other side of the restaurant

“Mmm. Maybe,” he hummed, cringing. 

“What, you don’t like it?” I asked.

“It’s just like, not great,” he laughed. “It’s as good as college films get, I guess. It could be better.”

“I’m sure it’s awesome, Trey. You’re a funny guy,” I said, reaching across the table to brush his fingers with mine. 

Never, since I first met him a month ago, had I ever called him by his first name. I never felt the need to, until now. I guess it just felt right. 

Trey looked absolutely stunned and speechless at the contact, his eyes staring straight into mine. I felt one of his fingers stroke the top of my hand. My stomach fluttered, his touch gentle and soothing. 

I let go of his hand as the server came back over with our check. Trey and I looked at each other, before my hand shot forward to grab the little booklet before he could even blink. 

“No,” he said, grabbing it. 

“Yes,” I grinned, yanking it away from him. He looked at me, pouting. 

“Let’s at least split it,” he pleaded. “Or let me pay you back.”

“Not necessary,” I said, shaking my head. I pulled my card out of my wallet, sticking it in the check and setting it on the edge of the table. “You can just pay for our next date.”

I smiled at him, watching his face turn from defeated to somewhat shocked. I suppose our date went a lot better than he thought it would. 

I really did like him. To be honest, I was completely flustered when he asked me out the first time. I just didn’t want to give in so easily. Plus I had only been working there for a week at the time, so I barely knew him, but after the first time he asked me, we started hanging out more, and he kept asking me out. I could tell he really liked me too. 

I sorted everything out, and once we went outside, we ended up lingering outside of our cars, still talking. The sounds of the highway nearby provided some pleasant atmospheric noise, making it infinitely less awkward than it was inside. 

“Are you free tomorrow?” I asked, my arms crossed over my chest. Trey still had his work clothes on, having taken his necktie off and unbuttoned one or two buttons on his dress shirt so he could breathe. He had a white V-neck T-shirt on underneath, and I was able to see his collarbone and some of his chest hair sticking out of the collar. 

Trey shook his head. “Lakers play tomorrow night. I’m having friends over, if you wanna come. I’m just not going out,” he laughed sheepishly. 

“Hmm… Maybe. Actually, yeah. That sounds cool,” I beamed. I wanted to meet his friends. He told me he met them all in college and from what I heard, they seemed like a lot of fun to be around. I also secretly wanted him to introduce me to his friends and brag about me when I wasn’t looking. 

“Cool,” he grinned. His eyes skimmed up and down my frame, before landing at his feet as he seemed to be at a loss for words. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” I said softly, brushing his hand with my fingers. He looked at me, swallowing harshly. His eyes darted all around my face, leaving an extra long glance at my lips. 

“The usual? Green tea?” he asked. His eyelids had dropped, making him look unusually sleepy. He had a dumb smirk on his face. 

“You got it,” I said, clicking my tongue and winking. 

“‘Kay,” he laughed. He turned his body to the side, beginning to walk away from me. “See you.”

“Wait a second,” I said, raising my voice slightly. My words echoed through the dark, empty parking lot, the sound bouncing back to me as my hand grabbed Trey’s forearm. 

He turned back to face me, looking at me patiently. I grabbed his other arm, pulling him closer before standing up on my tiptoes to peck him on the lips. 

Trey leaned into it, until I pulled away, keeping my face close to his. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, staring into his blue eyes as they searched my face for any sign of uncertainty or regret. After a moment, he kissed me again, tenderly to test the waters. His lips felt so soft and warm, laid gently between mine. It was the perfect kiss. 

By the time we pulled away naturally, one of his hands had found its way to the small of my back, laying flat against it and holding my body close to him until I dropped down from my tiptoes. I slid out of his grasp, taking steps backward towards my car, unable to control the grin on my face. 

“Night, Trey,” I said. 

Trey grinned, shaking his head slightly. “Night, Y/N,” he replied, watching as I got back into my car. 

Before closing the door, I leaned forward and yelled, “You better make at least 60 sales tomorrow!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckled, unlocking his car. 

And with that, I went home, barely able to think about driving while my mind was so caught up on Trey and I’s kiss. I kept thinking that maybe I made a mistake, since it was only our first date, but it just felt right. Besides, it’s not like we don’t see each other eight hours a day, five days a week. 

Regardless, I was looking forward to going to work the next day for the first time in my entire life. 

I don’t think I’d ever been so excited to watch a basketball game, either.

[rott-heresey]

— Great Pretender

Day one: Coffee Shop AU

Atsushi Nakajima gets flirted with and has no idea he’s being flirted with. This guy (Dazai) seems funny though, maybe he could learn something about his detective work?

Read on Ao3 or simply continue reading here.

It’s an August morning when Atsushi sees the detectives come down to their cafe. Just floors above them a group of individuals with supernatural abilities worked, and from the office room multiple plans had been put into motion and saved lives during crises, he always wondered what they did up there other than the commission based worked the agents would be sent on.

Today originally would have been Atsushi’s day off, but now here he is. One of the men in the group comes over to him particularly, sitting at the counter silently with a smile on his face. Normally, this man was bothering the owner’s wife or one of the waitresses with his god awful pickup lines.

“Hello there.” His voice is graceful, an air of elegance to the way he speaks despite his disheveled look. Atsushi starts when he hears it and almost knocks over a container of coffee beans with his hand.

“Um, right, what would you like to order?” Atsushi asks him nervously. Talking to the customers was never his thing really.

And of course this guy immediately jumps the gun, letting out; “your number” with a grin. This has Atsushi taken aback, reeling in surprise and shock. Lucy who had coincidentally just left the break room dropped her jaw to the floor in a mixture of shock and confusion.

Atsushi tensed, completely unsure of how to react when Lucy completely dodged the question for him, putting down a glass of water infront of the man and giving him a glare. “My god, Don’t make me tell your coworker your harassing the guys now too!”

Atsushi stands stunned as Lucy spends a good five minutes bickering with the man tirelessly, some of his coworkers who had followed him apparently wanting nothing to do with his antics and ignored him.

“Atsushi, don’t listen to his bullshit.” Lucy tells him sternly, pointing her finger in his face “men- hell even women like that aren’t always going to stick around you know!” When she notices Atsushi scribbling done a string of numbers on a paper napkin. She sees his cheeks flushed a slight pink, and the determination on his face. “What the- hey! Listen to me first at least!”

Handing the napkin to the guy across the counter, Atsushi gives her a glance. “I’m listening”

“As if!” Lucy puts her hand down on the counter “you don’t know if he could be trouble or something! What if you end up in a ditch?!”

Followed by Atsushi shaking his head disapprovingly; “you shouldn’t judge someone like that, Lucy”

And Lucy shooting back, “well I am.”

And the man at the center of their conversation, still waiting at the other side of the counter and staring at the written down phone number, surprised someone actually gave him their number, seems to take more interest in this than he did before.

“So, mister…” Atsushi is about to ask, he doesn’t even know the man’s name yet.

“Dazai,” he quickly states “Osamu Dazai.”

“Right well, if you’re free I’d like to get to know you, I think getting out of my apartment for something other than work would be nice.” Atsushi continues to ramble on, ‘his name is Dazai. I’ve got to remember his name.’

Dazai gives him a knowing glance, like he’s been here before and passed these same steps a good few times. In an odd way this reassures Atsushi can’t help but feel like a whole chunk of his life is about to change. Dazai by chance had appeared before him and asked for his phone number, now suddenly he had something else to look forward to during the week.

[captain-mj]

Angels of Digitalism Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The rock star au I promised!!

Soap hadn’t felt this nervous since… highschool? Maybe? Roach had such a bright and sweet smile. After a bit of back and forth, Soap decided to let Roach drive him to the restaurant since he had no clue where it was. He didn’t speed nearly as much as he anticipated

Because Roach was trying to not scare Soap away. He was worried if he sped too much it might spook him. Roach waved at the radio and Soap got the message, immediately playing with the channels until he found a soft rock channel that he liked. 

Then, Soap started talking. 

Maybe Roach was just used to Ghost, where even if he was mute, he was still the more talkative. His other friends, Alex, Rudy and Alé, were cool and he loved talking to them, but they never rambled to him either. They politely waited for him to respond and always took his input in to consideration. He loved that about them. 

But something about Soap’s way of talking was just soothing. Roach had never thought he was one for accents, but something about Soap’s voice was so nice. He loved it. 

So he noticed the moment Soap stopped talking. Roach glanced over to see that Soap had turned red. 

“Just hit me you can’t exactly respond… With your hands on the wheel and all… Sorry for rambling.” 

Roach made a face that Soap clearly took as a scolding. He withered even more under his gaze. 

Who hurt this guy? For fuck’s sake.

Roach grabbed Soap’s hand and kissed his knuckles gently. It was really chaste, more of a way of making Soap understand it was fine. He then motioned for him to continue talking. 

Soap slowly started to talk again, glancing over at Roach to see if he suddenly would look uncomfortable or change his mind. When it was clear he wouldn’t, he stopped checking. 

Roach parked the car and opened the door, immediately shivering. Before he could grab one of the extra jackets he kept in the back seat, Soap had put his jacket around him. He went to explain but felt himself trail off. 

Soap had a muscle tee on. A proper, guns out muscle t-shirt. He had a few tattoos and he was so fit. 

Roach’s mouth watered. He loved a muscular man. 

Soap followed him, apparently immune to the cold. His jacket smelled like the cologne and body wash that he wore. It smelled really, really nice. They walked in together and Roach sat at his usual table. 

The place was… honestly a big dinghy. Nothing special. Only a step up from an applebees on the fact that it wasn’t a chain. Dim lighting that was perfect for Ghost when he took his mask off. 

Roach dug his nails into his thighs and tried to not think of his super hot friend that he had serious tension with and instead focus on the super hot coworker he could have some serious tension with. 

Soap was gorgeous. Soft around the edges in all the right places. And he was so nice. 

Roach listened to Soap as he talked about the progress he made with the art. He showed Roach the plans and explained how he wanted to approach it next. 

After a few minutes, Roach gently reached up and covered his mouth. He then typed out “no more work talk on our date, yeah?” and sent it to Soap. 

Soap choked on his drink. “This is a date??”

Roach paused and shrank down immediately. Oh no… Oh this was bad… 

“I’m on a date with you.” Soap repeated, blushing so bright. He smiled again. “Okay! That’s… yeah!” He sounded so excited that Roach relaxed a bit. “Sorry, I misunderstood but I definitely, definitely want to be on a date with you.” 

Roach smiled at him, though he still felt anxious. 

Soap hummed. “What do you want?”

Roach pointed to the items on the menu and when the waitress came, before he could even prep himself to go through the ordeal of ordering, Soap ordered for both of them. Yes, his friends always ordered for him when they were out, but he wasn’t expecting Soap to do so without him even asking. 

It felt nice. Soap smiled at him and Roach kept his phone out so they could talk more. 

“What got you into music?”

Roach started to type out the same answer he gave everyone before pausing, hesitating. The answer was that he always felt a passion for music and when he met Ghost, they seemed to fall into a band together. That Roach had always been the singer and he always had his voice. The story was cute, had merit, no way to be proven wrong and was so untrue it no longer felt funny. 

In reality, Roach never really cared about music. He listened to it, sure, but it was never an interest. And then he joined the band to be close to Simon and Tommy. Tommy left. Then everything happened. 

Roach lost his voice and had to make a vocaloid.

Ghost started wearing a mask everywhere. 

Suddenly they were successful. People loved them. It was odd after so long of having twenty consistent listeners on spotify.

“You don’t have to answer.”

Roach looked at him and shook his head before typing out something a little closer to the truth. “Simon did. He was the guitarist and I was the drummer.”

Soap smiled at him. “Cool. I’m guessing you guys have been playing for a long time yeah?”

“Years. Since high school.”

Soap got a mischievous look on his face. “Oh? How embarrassing are they?”

Roach laughed, softening a little. “Pretty bad. I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.”

“Can do.” Soap smiled. “I’ll get them for you. I’m sure I even have some of my old sketches.”

Roach latched on to that. “Anything embarrassing there?”

“Couple of horribly pretentious drawings but that’s about it. Been doing art a long time.” 

“Looks so effortless when you do it. Must’ve taken you forever to get that skill.”

Soap laughed. “Oh yeah. Way too long in my opinion.”

The food came and Roach observed Soap. He ate like he was starving, finishing his food in about half the time it took Roach to finish his. Roach kept sliding bits of his own food over but Soap kept refusing, even though he looked like he’d pounce on it like a hungry cat. 

Roach imagined Soap’s eyes expanding like a cats until it covered his iris and it made him giggle a little. Just the absurdity of it. Maybe some cat ears. 

Why is that attractive? 

Bad train of thoughts. 

Roach did eventually push the rest of his plate over. “I’m done. Don’t want to deal with a to-go box.” He watched Soap wolf down the rest of the food, somehow still finding time in between bites to speak. Roach could appreciate his tenacity. 

Soap hummed and got out his card to pay. He quickly pushed Soap’s hand to his chest and shook his head, taking out the card. 

“You guys have this giant running bit that you guys are poor?? I’m not going to make you pay for my food if you’re broke.” 

Roach shook his head. While it was true they had the reputation, it’s because they spent the majority of what they made on their shows. Also, they weren’t always popular. RIght now, he definitely had money to spend and he wanted to spend it on Soap. 

“On me.” He slid the card to the table and grabbed Soap’s hands, pretending to trace the lines on his palm when really he was just making sure the cheeky asshole wasn’t going to try to put his card there. 

Soap watched him, tensing a little. He looked weirdly excited. 

Roach grabbed his hand and put it to his cheek, leaning in.

With any luck, he’d be over Ghost and under Soap in no time.

[pbandjesse]

I am annoyed that I had a package lost in the mail. I got a refund and rebought the things. And it was supposed to be delivered today at the museum but the post office claims the museum was closed. Which is not true! It was 11:40am!!! I just want my package!! Ugh.

But outside of that I am having a nice day. My back hurts a bit but I am in a good mood and it's been a good Saturday.

I did not sleep great. I had heart burn and leg pain. And I was just up a lot. Including at 7am again. And couldn't fall back asleep. At least I got to see James before they left.

I would be up until the sun was fully up at 9. And fell back asleep until 1030. Thankfully most of my pains had gone away. I got cleaned up and just out soft clothes on. I would get dressed later on for work.

I had breakfast and spent the morning resting. I decided I would get a sandwich for lunch but I was not in a rush. I spent an hour sewing for my quilt. And would start getting dressed and felt pretty good.

Sylvia sits really high under my ribs. But still is absolutely on my right side and it is very comforting to be able to feel her move. I am really nervous about having her be here, but also I'm excited to meet her in a few weeks!

I packed my little bag with activities (tablet to draw) and snacks (yogurt and gummy worms) and headed out.

I'm glad I left when I did because it took almost 45 minutes to get the locust point. It should take 12 minutes. Traffic from construction was horrible. But I wasn't in a rush and I had lots of good music so I was just jamming. A lot of people around me seemed very stressed out but I was fine.

When I would finally get to Jimmy John's I got my sandwich and ate there. I would walk around the grocery store for a bit. I finally found a round brush that I liked! And then I headed to the museum.

I got there around 1:30. I was very happy to see James and a few friends. James was feeling a bit sad and frustrated by low attendance for our $5 day. But more people would come in and things were alright.

We didn't have a ton of idea of what was happening with the event. We didn't know who the catering was. And I was like. It's all good. I'll just go wait in the bay. But they wouldn't end up coming for an hour and a half. So I would bounce from back there, to the desk, and back. I chatted with some guests. I chatted with Jesse. I ate to many gummy worms and made my stomach hurt. But I drank water and tried to just be chill while I waited.

When the catering came they have been great. Super coordinated and barely needed any directions. While they haven't been with us for a while, apparently they have been here for years before for other Hopkins events. Works for me.

And it's been a nice evening. People are just starting to arrive now. I hope to get some food at some point. But I had my yogurt so I'm not starving. It's been fun talking to coworkers about baby. And this is a pediatric event so lots of attention on my baby bump for sure!!

Honestly it's great being round. This is the least self conscious I have probably ever felt about my body. I will miss it for sure I think.

Now though I'm just greeting people and drawing on my tablet. I hope all the resident doctors have a really fun party.

And I hope you all have a great evening. Tomorrow I have my first class of the year with the autism society. And I am just hoping for an excellent day.

Until tomorrow! Goodnight!

[yurislotusgarden]

Circle of complaints

ʚїɞ aka, Welt and Kunikida complaining about having to be unassuming fathers

ʚїɞ Small mentions of reader bcs they're a menace together with either Dazai or March (There's 2 readers, one for bsd universe and one for hsr universe)

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 1.7k

ʚїɞ Idea was stolen from comes from @lotus-pear <3

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None!

“Are you sure that a pure dark coffee with 4 shots of expresso is a good decision?”

“No, it's not, but I need it.”

The older man sighed, and as he had previously noticed, the younger male was sitting completely alone in the cafe, and seeing as he, himself, was in the same predicament, he decided to join.

“Mind if I sit with you? If you don’t mind, of course.”

“No no, I don’t mind, feel free to sit.”

“Thank you.”

The brunet pulled the chair out and sat down, placing his own coffee on the table. 

Pure dark coffee, with 2 shots of expresso. He wasn't much better than the blonde in front of him, but he still had less caffeine in the end.

“Are you sure that I shouldn’t ask the very same question you gave me just a moment before?”

“How about we both ignore our coffees?”

“...That’s a good idea, I suppose. I’m Kunikida Doppo, you?”

“My name’s Welt Yang, nice to meet you.”

The both of them sat in silence for a few minutes before Kunikida’s phone started to ring. Welt had to say that the ringtone, the caller ID, and the picture of the contact were… surprising, to say the least. The older man expected the younger one to accept the call, only for him to decline it, and mute his phone when the same person called again moments later.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking but, are you having a bad day that you’re not answering the call?”

“No, it’s the fact that the caller is one of the people who are the reason behind me being here, drinking this abomination.”

“Understandable, can I know what they did?”

The deep, exhausted sigh from the blonde wasn’t giving any good signs to the brunet.

“It was sand this time.”

“Sand?”

“Yes, I opened a drawer in my desk earlier this morning only to find all of my things covered in sand, nothing was spared. Everything was either covered or full of it. Dazai and [Name], the two responsible for that stunt, were either sitting on the agency couch or their desk respectively, trying not to laugh at my expression when I realized what they did.”

“Hmm… those two, Dazai and [Name], do they do things like that often? Because it sounds like they do.”

“Let me tell you, a day where nothing would happen is a day I would consider a miracle. Both of them are always planning how to get on my nerves. I cannot tell you how many pens I lost due to me snapping them in half.” 

The older one chuckled, he had to admit that it reminded him of the things that March and (Name) would often do to the other occupants of the train. He stopped counting how many times he had found things he shouldn't have in places they weren't meant to be in.

“You know, it reminds me of something my coworkers did before.”

“Really? You also have complete menaces as coworkers?”

“Yes, one time two of them, March 7th and (Name), got buckets full of sand one night when everyone else went into their rooms to sleep. The next morning when everyone left their rooms, the entire floor was covered in so much sand that it could’ve been considered a beach, only water was missing.”

“That sounds like a nightmare to clean up.”

“It was. At first, those two troublemakers were sentenced to cleaning up alone, but we all quickly realized that they'd need help if we wanted the sand out the same day. Even then, the sand continues to be found in completely random places till today.”

“How long ago did it happen?”

“Hmm…I would say that soon it'll be 7 months since then.”

“...Now I'm praying that my idiots won't get that idea.”

“You better.”

The younger man sighed. The man that sat with him definitely seemed wise, obviously more experienced with life if he was to guess his age, and unfortunately, he seemed to be on the same boat when it came to coworkers.

“Is it normal for your chaos duo to pull such things?”

“...Chaos duo?”

“It fits.”

“...I guess it does.”

Kunikida was curious, he could tell the two people Welt was talking about were ones to expect some pranks from, but just how was the older man so used it? *At least he looks like he’s used to it* the blonde told himself, slightly amused.

“Honestly, it's completely normal for the two to pull pranks, from smaller to bigger ones. Although it doesn't happen as often as it does for you.”

“After hearing about your sand incident, I think I may be lucky with those bastards doing small pranks on the agency members.”

“You sure should be thankful for small, harmless pranks, you could be having much worse. Also don't mind me asking but, ‘agency’?”

“Ah yes, I work at the armed detective agency, we basically take care of cases that are too much for the police, but still less than what should get the military involved.”

“Sounds like an eventful though dangerous job, I’m not going to lie. I cannot say what my job specializes in, but I do travel a lot.”

“Is Yokohama a work destination?”

“No actually, we decided to have a small break, short vacation, if you will, and since we were already close by, we decided that Yokohama was gonna be our stop.”

“Do you like the city?”

“It's very lovely, I can't lie, I'm a fan of the views, especially water-related ones at sunsets.”

“They're beautiful indeed, would be even better if there was no chance to fish out a suicidal maniac like he's fish himself.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me correctly.”

“What do you mean by ‘fish out a suicidal maniac’?”

Welt was worried upon hearing those words, but for some reason, Kunikida seemed completely carefree. Was it so normal for him to call someone like that? Wait wasn't the picture of the caller earlier a person on a ro-

“Dazai Osamu, the person I talked about earlier, literally dreams about a double suicidal with a beautiful woman, but it's not uncommon at all to find him floating down a river as, or after, a suicide attempt.”

“I-”

“Please don't dwell on that.”

Alright so he had every reason to be worried, but he also guessed that Kunikida was way too used to that ‘Dazai’ person’s antics by now.

“...So what’s another prank you fell victim to?”

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“So you're saying, that one time, you left your tea out on a table, just for one person to change it to coffee, then another person to change it to colored vodka (you added food coloring to it), after that yet another person changed it out to a very weird tasting tea, just for someone to change it to food colored water that someone else ended up drinking because the cups got mixed with your friend’s in that whole ordeal?”

“Yeah, it wasn't the first time something like that happened as well.”

Kunikida decided that he was actually lucky with how he gets pranked when he heard what sometimes March and (Reader) did to Welt. Or even someone else when they roped someone into their plan.

“Should I watch out for my drinks even more than I already do?”

“When I hear what your coworkers already have done, I would say yes because it may escalate at some point.”

“Just great-”

“Your cake is falling.”

“Oh shit-”

The cake was successfully saved from falling off of Kunikida's fork, which he was happy about as that was one of the best cakes he’s eaten till this day.

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“-and so I-”

“Wait wait wait.”

“Yeah?”

“You found your paperwork on the roof, the only thing keeping it from flying being a singular pin?”

“Yes, I searched for that paperwork for a week before Ranpo took pity on me and gave me a hint.”

“The hint being?”

“He said, and I quote ‘Do you think that paperwork can fly?’. It caused me to check out all of the windows and then the roof.”

“...Your partner loves chaos doesn't he?”

“He adores it.”

“You actually reminded me of that one time that my research papers were taped all over my workplace, nothing spared, not even the floor or ceiling.”

“Hold up WHAT-”

#)+_)#)#

“And guess what? He had absolutely no remorse for that! The bastard!”

“We have way too many similar experiences…”

First the sand, then the broken things, messed up work - for Kunikida, and messed up documentation on some observations for welt, hair cut when taking a short nap, teasing comments, changed up drink when one was not looking (Welt laughed way too much at hearing that you changed Kunikida's water for vodka, and Kunikida had a hard time trying not to laugh at Welt’s tea being changed to water with food coloring), things completely going missing before being found days later in the most random spot imaginable he swears that Kunikida will have gray hair or aneurysm before 25.

“Way too many. I say we don't let those 4 meet each other, it won't be good for anyone around.”

“Pretty sure it would end up with half of the city hating them.”

“Half? I say most.”

“That's an exaggeration.”

“Not at all.”

Both of them had to say that the talk in the cafe was very pleasant. Sharing the memories problems that are so similar that it got kind of worrying at one point, but very pleasant indeed. Unfortunately for Kunikida, he noticed he was about to run behind his schedule if he was to stay any longer.

“Say, how long are you staying in the city?”

“It depends on my coworkers really, but we planned 2 weeks at the very least, we all need it.”

“How about we meet every now and then? Just to talk like we did today?”

“I would say that's a great idea. A talk like this can be very refreshing.”

“Great, let’s exchange numbers then?”

“Of course.”

Little did the two of them know that soon yet another person would join them. That, dear readers, is how their little circle of complaints came to be.

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