Jelsa + office/workplace AU for 3 sentence fic please?
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The early morning fog made Elsa's corner office feel oddly reminiscent of just last week when she'd sat atop the Austrian Alps, sipping fresh dark coffee from her balcony, wondering if Anna truly needed her back in the office by Monday... and knowing all the while that she'd be back, according to schedule, no matter what.
You have no choice.
She stamped down the tiny whisperings of resentment and bitterness and curiosity, and you don't want to be here, you've never wanted to be here, as she meticulously arranged her notes for the morning meeting. Elsa cleared her mind as she sat in her cold, crisp office on the 118th floor, sipping homemade decaf coffee from her familiar thermos, unable to keep from wondering what the look on Anna's face might be, if she—in all her leadership, all her efficiency, all her planning and honesty and meticulous preparations—ever actually found the nerve to step down, step back, step away, and let Anna rise up in her stead, to take control of the company that Elsa had always been too efficient not to lead but had never truly wanted.
"Oh," a voice cut through Elsa's useless daydreaming so quickly she actually started—and was therefore all the more annoyed for it when she saw a young man—James? John? Jacob? she should really know Anna's new temp by now, but she was slipping so quickly, so distracted these days—"My bad, I thought you'd probably want one but it looks like you already got yours."
Elsa glanced to his arms—full of three carriers, honestly, who had sent him out for so many coffees at once, and who did she need to have a word with about the way this company treated their temporary staff?—and then her gaze landed on the compostable to-go cup of black iced coffee labeled decaf and, to her mild horror and amusement, scary boss.
"Uh," he—Jason? Jameson?—was blushing, when he, too, saw the label. Good, she thought, ruthlessly. "Um. They weren't supposed to write that down."
Elsa raised a single brow.
"But!" he was grinning, clearly caught out and not anxious about it in the slightest, and suddenly Elsa had many questions about Anna's newest addition to her staff. (Elsa deliberated—cold and stern? gracious and merciful?—and settled for something in between.) He was starting to back away, anyhow, toward the door, "I didn't realize you bring your coffee from home, and you already have one, so, I won't bother you—"
"If not to me, then to whom might you deliver it?" He froze. She held her thermos aloft, looking him carefully in the eye, so that he could see the gentle curve of her smirk—she saw the edge of tension in his shoulders lessen, watched the glow of his face in early morning skyscraper fog slide into something easier, something more playful.
Interesting.
Disrespect? No, she would have smelled that a mile away.
Unprofessional? A little, certainly, but Elsa—look at what you're doing this very moment?
She watched his eyes flip through possible answers like a gameshow contestant, and he tentatively offered, "... Anna?"
Elsa grinned in spite of herself, at the clear lie within; Anna had many worthy leadership qualities, but she'd always been more approachable than Elsa, no matter the day. Intimidating? When Anna wanted to be, sure. Scary? Hardly.
"A worthy answer," she praised, which had the most interesting result of him lighting up—and blushing again. He was clearly harmless.
Oh, what the hell.
Elsa carefully moved a stack of paperwork—crisp, tidy, ready to be ignored for review—to the side, and pulled a second coaster from its stack, then gently laid the coaster on the corner of her desk. And waited.
"Oh. You don't have to—I mean—"
"Jack," she commanded, as his name flooded back to her in a sudden sweep of memory; Anna had mentioned something about being very excited to hire him on for the next month or two, something about helping a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend who was down on his luck. "Leave the coffee."
He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. Perhaps a bit too pleased with himself... She stamped down the sudden self-doubt and alarm; it was good for employee morale to keep spirits high and to show some of her humanity whenever she could—snow queen, ice queen, they whispered, when they were too careless to recognize that she had eyes and ears everywhere in this kingdom of hers—but this. Was this too much? What have I done?
He did not immediately provide any relief on that front as he walked up to her desk with a truly shit-eating grin that was already grating along her spine. He carefully balanced all three carriers and delivered her iced coffee to her coaster with an alarmingly apt degree of coordination. Elsa blinked.
"Black, decaf, light ice," he grinned, righting himself and his coffee carriers. "What should I ask them to write on your cup, next time?"
My name? she thought dryly, then paused. For reasons she could not quite pin down, she gave him a level stare and said, "Surprise me."
She'd assumed he couldn't light up any further, but clearly, she was wrong.
With an aye, aye, madam! and an exaggeratedly playful wink—which completely caught her off-guard—he easily and gracefully backed out of the ajar door to her office, which he gently nudged open with his foot—his foot!! like it were a barn door or something!—with 11 more cups of coffee deftly balanced in his capable hands, and was gone.
Elsa suddenly eyed the drink on her desk with a mixture of shock, alarm, and curiosity, knowing deep in her bones that her well-established routine was thoroughly and utterly disrupted. She reminded herself again that he would be gone in only a matter of weeks, anyway; Elsa remembered something now from Anna about how Jack was moving between jobs, between states, floating from place to place, so all of this would be over before it started—before what started, Elsa?! So, really, there was no cause for alarm.
Elsa sipped her unnecessary, uninvited, decaf, black, light-ice, iced coffee, and gazed into the morning New York City fog, and wondered.
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WIP tag game
Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
I was tagged by the lovely @shark-myths— thank you for the tag!!!! :)) <33
I have A Lot of drafts because basically what happens is that i get an idea and then i write two paragraphs of it and then i forget about it and then i find it later and go ‘oh, this is good’ and finish it
red thread
email au. sobbing
school of rock
play like a ‘big shot talent’
ybc4hm
sending my love DRAFT TWO BITCHES
MANIA HORROR
girl time low
KILL THAT BITCH DALLON
tennis (i am in so fucking deep)
the ted lasso au that is never ever going to happen
sepia sky record store au
la
reincarnation ????
I don’t have enough people to tag LMAO so im tagging…. @spirallingstarcases, @vampylily, @bsideheart? no pressure, of course— if you’re a mutual and u write n I forgot to tag you im sorry.
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Happy Sleepover Saturday, bby!! How about some Javi G + 💄+👠+💃🏻
This cute goofball i am unWELL
MY LOVE. I am very excited by this.
Cuteness + tiny bit of sexyness. Javi x wife!reader. Short. The emojis are the warnings.
You check your reflection in the mirror as you apply a few swipes of mascara. Your husband had only given you the cryptic message to get dressed like you were going to that place you went to in Ibiza that one time, which meant a gorgeous flirty dress if memory served. You picked the one you knew he liked best, the one with the high slit.
You pull out a deep red lipstick, a new purchase you haven't gotten to wear yet, and slowly drag it across your pursed lips.
"Darling, that color. Divinity herself," you hear from the doorway of your boudoir.
You smile at the reflection of your husband in the mirror. "Javi! I was wondering when I would be seeing you." You turn to face him fully, a smile spreading across your face. He's dressed in a slightly rumpled button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone and tan slacks.
He holds out a box to you, clearly wrapped by a professional (Javi can't wrap to save his life), and you delicately pull the paper open to reveal a very expensive pair of stilettos with a red bottom that matches your lips.
You gasp. "No, it's too much! It isn't even our anniversary or anything, my love." Javi is a gift-giver, and money was no object when it came to you. But you don't think you would ever get used to it.
He kneels down at your feet, taking the box from your hands. He leaves a trail of slow kisses up your legs as he puts one shoe on you, followed by the other. "Perfection," he murmurs, kissing up the inside of your thigh where the slit of your dress runs high.
You giggle, knowing full well that he's not talking about the shoes at all. You capture his face with both hands and awkwardly lean over so that you can kiss him fully. It makes both of you smile.
"So, where are you taking me?" you ask as you slip on a small diamond bracelet and walk hand in hand with Javi into your adjoining bedroom. He spins you around suddenly, making you teeter on your tall heels before pulling you back to him. He steadies you with one large hand pressed to the small of your back, guiding you in a dance to music only he can hear.
"Well, darling, I made a reservation somewhere new. Very private, and the chef is supposed to be a visionary. Then sunset somewhere special," he promises, swaying back and forth with you. You lean into him, enjoying a quiet moment with your husband. He's been working far too much for your liking.
You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him deeply. He's so thoughtful, even when he's being slightly over the top, and you can't get enough of how much he loves you. He gives his affection so freely, so openly.
He groans into the kiss. "On second thought, why don't we stay in tonight? I need you, amor, right now. Please?" He doesn't wait for a response and tugs you towards the large bed.
"But Javi, my new shoes! I need to show them off!"
"You can leave them on."
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DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game
Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter.
Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.
The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge.
And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).
And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game.
Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.
(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).
After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely).
Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.
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