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b0ard1ngsch00l · 23 days ago

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(boss crush anon) thanks :D i'll start with context, im 28 and hes 48..funnily enough i had a dream recently where i was back in high school and he was my teacher LOL, thought that was relevant. ive had this crush for a few months now and have been writing about every little interaction i have with him. one of your posts that rly spoke to me was "i want to mean something to him", bc girl no joke ive written that exact sentiment about him before. every time i talk to him feels special, i get a legit high thinking about seeing him every day. hes so painfully handsome and nice to me, sometimes when he sees me his whole face just lights up and he gives me this HUGE smile. hes also the only person i work with who calls me by a shortened version of my name <3 one of my other coworkers even noticed that he did that and i was like 0///0 yeah he has a nickname for me so what?

there was an after-work happy hour that i went to once, i brought a friend and asked her to watch how he acted around me bc he can be hard for me to read sometimes, i cant see his behavior objectively when i have so much wishful thinking going on lol. she told me later that when we walked in, he made a beeline straight for me right away, and seemed sorta shy when talking to me. she asked how i was doing at my job (i was new at the time) and he said something like "shes awesome! every day that shes here is a great day!" and my face mustve been beet red..he kept showing up in our conversations with other people and standing near me, something ive noticed he does a lot in group situations. just recently, we had an premiere with lots of people and since i was on the clock i was standing by myself in the back of the room, watching in case someone needed anything. fr he comes over and stands RIGHT next to me. there was no one else around that area, he chose to stand right beside me while we watched the premiere.

he was out of the office for a whole week once (work related reasons) and i angsted so hard..not seeing him on weekends is bad enough but this was like 10 days and i was going feral. we followed each other on instagram after that happy hour and during that week he was gone he randomly liked one of my posts late at night. i have to wonder if he was missing me too..the next day he came by my work area to ask "whats new?", like he just wanted to catch up after being away which i thought was sweet. yesterday he was teasing me about hiding some of our work halloween decorations in my car to scare me (cute lol), today he was showing me how to tape a package with a confusing tape dispenser and our hands brushed multiple times while handing the tape back and forth, and god only knows whatll happen tomorrow!!

hes so wonderful and i rly want to know more about him, i want to be around him constantly and any time i get with him is instant dopamine. hes intoxicating and i feel selfish wishing he'd break a million rules for me (boss/employee relations, 20 year age gap, and yeah you guessed it hes also married) but i just cant help myself......im not planning on making a move bc i love my job too much to risk getting fired for that, but if HE did you know id reciprocate in an instant. but im glad to just know him even if things remain the same as they are forever, as much as i wish theyd escalate. THANK YOU for letting me get this all out of my system, theres even more i could say but this is long enough lol. have an amazing day, G <333333333

This was very enjoyable to read thank you! The way you both are seems sooo cute! I’m so glad you can relate to me <33 I so get you, and everything you’re feeling yk. It’s hard being obsessed with middle aged men who deep down you know you can’t have😭 but also there’s no other feeling like it and it’s kinda the best! Any time you need to rant about him I’d love to hear!💕

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bandedbulbussnarfblat · 3 months ago

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I had a rough week last week. Tuesday my dog gets sick, so I look up her symptoms. And bc I'm a crazy person, my mind automatically latched onto the worst possibility. So I spent three hours crying hysterically and having panic attacks bc I was so scared she would die. Then Wednesday I had to take my dog to vet and was still super stressed out. Thursday and Friday I have to deal with medicaid and disability paperwork. Saturday I had a panic attack so bad that I couldn't stop it and had to text my brother to come help me (he lives with me. we're too poor to live without a roommate, and we've basically lived together our whole lives, so it was whatever). Sunday morning I have a panic attack and can't leave my house to play my weekly dnd game bc the thought of spending hours with other people away from home was...bad. Sunday night, I got completely (and irrationally) terrified of being alone. I was so afraid that I called my mom, and of course she offers to come over. And I'm freaking out so bad I let her, even though it was late and I know she has to get up early for work. (She only stayed until my brother got back around 10:30)

BUT, today is a new day. I managed to get my blood work done today, and talk on the phone to my case worker, and pick up a pair of contacts from my eye doctor to wear until my order comes in. And I didn't have a panic attack. I mean, I still had to have my dad take me, bc leaving home alone isn't something I can do right now. (Mentally or physically. My brother's car broke down, and since he's the one who has a job, he's been using mine. i stg it's like a fucking family curse; every time someone is already in a financial bind, their car will break down.)

So I have decided to take the next few days to just relax. My two besties that I've been friends with since middle school both have kids with autism and they said I'm probably going through autistic burn-out. I'm pretty sure I'm autistic and my doctor thinks I'm somewhere on the spectrum, though on the lower support side. I'm gonna play bg3, and unwind. And try to work on some fic. (bc I have the next chapter of 16 Days damn near finished, and it's the last chapter that ties up the current plot, then there's an epilogue that takes place later that played out like a movie in my head, so writing it will be a breeze.)

Side note, did y'all know that some school systems still use 'high/low functioning'. I've had to say to my coworkers that autistic people would prefer not to use those terms. But it isn't surprising; one of my cousin's kids was literally diagnosed with Asperger's. Which has fallen under the autism spectrum disorder since like, forever ago. And also there was a TA in the autism classroom I worked in once who literally told me that autism was caused by demonic possession. I'm so glad I left the school system. Bc I eventually was going to fucking explode with rage after the way my kids were treated. (My students, not my actual kids. I don't have or want any)

Working in EC has really shown me how little the school system actually cares about helping the disabled; they will cut corners and do shit that 'technically' meets a kid's IEP, but doesn't do a damn thing to help them. And if you say something like, 'i don't think that counts' your coworkers will not be happy. But to a certain degree you can't be too mad, bc there is literally not enough time or resources to meet every child's needs, bc they cram as many kids in one EC classroom as possible, hire the minimum amount of TAs required by law and expect one teacher to be able to magically meet all their needs. My last job had 3 kids in wheelchairs in those tiny ass mobile units schools started using, that literally did not have room to move around, unless the other students stood up to let them get by, and sometimes even move their desk. We had multiple kids with autism. One of them stimmed by screaming, another was triggered by loud noises.

This post kinda went off on a tangent. Anyway, heads up to any parents who have kids starting school, make sure you get a copy of your child's IEP. If you think they aren't being serviced, contact your local Board of Education, and tell them that you have a child with an IEP who isn't receiving adequate services. Then threaten to sue them if they don't start providing your kid their services. It does not matter if you can actually afford to sue them or not, an IEP is a legally binding document. You have the right to sue, and most of the time the threat alone is enough to kick their ass into gear.

#long post #rambling

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sturniozo · 9 months ago

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maybe it’s best to talk to your coworker about it since they were the one who got you into this mess. show them the pictures if you still have them and show them the conversations if there’s any. and then you tell your coworker how you really feel about all of this and see what they say

I told her about it the first day he added me she said she knew him from high school cos she graduated the same year as him and he was a little girl crazy but not that bad

I showed her the weird stuff he sent me at first cos it wasn’t as bad as it is today. She helped me come up with excuses not to hang out with him since I told her I didn’t want to be rude. But neither of us thought he’d look up the restaurant hours to see when I’d be off work. But he knows I’m in school so I usually say I have school or work to not hang out with him. But since he knows I wouldn’t work today bc the restaurant is closed he kept asking if I wanted to hang out and go on a drive with him tonight and I keep saying no but he keeps pushing it so I stopped replying and then he spammed me and now I’m scared he’ll show up at the restaurant and request my section and I’ll have to deal with him

My coworker didn’t mean any harm by giving him my snap tho she keeps apologizing cos she didn’t think he was this and cos she knew him in high school (they’re both two years older than me)

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terra-feminarum · 1 year ago

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Hey this might be a longer question.

So we have VR headsets at work that the employees must take on and off of guests so that the guests don’t mishandle them. Today I was talking to a Muslim lady and she said to me that if I was ever putting a VR set on a lady with a head covering that I should ask her if she’s okay with me possibly touching her covering first and I was like okay yeah fair consent and respect! And then she followed that up with “as a biological male you should ask a woman to put the headset on Muslim women for you.” To which I told her I’m a biological female. And I told her I understand why she’d make the mistake bc I’m very masculine. Anyway I feel like she thinks I’m a transwoman that’s lying to myself and others which makes me feel icky.

I still would probably just not put a headset on a Muslim woman now bc I’m scared she’d be scared about it. Idk I’m so tired of people thinking I’m AMAB. Any advice for how to clear the air when someone assumes this, or was my response good?

Thanks for your question, this is an interesting one! I don't have a simple answer but I'll open my thought process and take what you feel is useful.

I'm going to assume you're a detrans woman even though you didn't state that in your message.

I'm also going to assume not being touched by males is a common boundary for Muslim women - please correct me if I'm wrong.

There are two people who need to be considered: you and a Muslim customer in the future who might assume you're male. You, I assume, have a need to be understood as a woman. She might have the boundary of not being touched by males.

Now I don't know what it's like to have that boundary for religious reasons. Personally I have a similar boundary: I don't want to be touched by males, it makes me feel really uncomfortable. So I emphatize with her.

Then there's the fact that you are female. You aren't male at all. No matter how you look, you are female. I emphatize with you in this: some people assume I'm male. It doesn't feel good.

But are we ourselves at work or are we the perceptions customers and clients have of us? I think the latter is more true. There are usually very little room for nuanced and personal conversations at work. Personally it would make me more comfortable to just assume some clients might assume I'm male and act accordingly if a certain client has a boundary about men touching her. It's a false assumption about you, but it's a fleeting situation. Is it more important she feels like her boundaries are respected or that you feel your identity is validated? Your sex doesn't need validation - you are female. So it's just a misunderstanding.

This feels complicated, still. For example I would be way more uncomfortable about this if the person assumed to be male was just a very masculine woman who had never been on T. At that point it would be just homophobic to refuse to recognize her womanhood, right? Personally I've found some kind of peace with accepting that the permanent effects of my transition will affect how people will see me and it's unreasonable of me to expect all people can comprehend a woman with a deep voice and no breasts. I will expect people who I care about to listen to me. But strangers, not really. I'm just a side character in their story, not myself.

About your response to the customer you had: I think it was good. I would've probably said the same thing. If someone tells you they think you're a male you are definitely allowed to say you're not. But I would probably have the same fear as you do: do people think I'm a trans woman who lies to people? It's a very uncomfortable thought.

One way to avoid uncomfortable situations is to do as the previous client told: ask other female employees to replace you when there's a customer who is a Muslim woman. Not because you are male in any way, but because you don't want to cause an uncomfortable situation to you or her, and you can also explain this to your coworkers. Another route is to do it yourself but ask first: tell that some people have mistaken you for a man in the past but you assure you're a biological female and ask if would the customer be fine with you helping her with the VR set. The third option is to say nothing you wouldn't say to other customers and assume the customer will say if she thinks you're a man and then you can explain.

I think the most important thing is to ask yourself: which of these options cause you the least stress? And also: what do you think about other people's boundaries? What do you think about if someone believes a boundary is broken when it really isn't but it just seems like it?

It's easier to bear these kind of awkward situations if you're in a good place otherwise and have enough support. I know a lot of detrans people talk about not caring how they're perceived but for most people it's important that enough people understand who we really are. So to help you cope with situations like these, it's important you have people in your life who understand you're a female and it might be good if some co-workers also knew you are a female and sometimes weird situations like these happen to you. It would be less lonely to be able to laugh with a co-worker about how you're being male again so they need to replace you temporarily.

My answer might have been a bit different if your question wasn't about some other person's boundaries but just a simple misunderstanding. While I think it's stressful - at least for me - to try to control other people's perceptions of me at all times, you're allowed to explain your situation. For a long time I wondered about all kind of excuses I might use for my appearance. But lately I've come to the conclusion that if I actually want people to understand, I can just tell them what detransition means. In a lot of situations this is too lengthy and I just let people assume whatever but when I feel like it, I might explain my situation honestly. There's nothing shameful in being detrans.

#detrans

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ganyuslily · 3 years ago

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TAKE ME TO HEAVEN.

you just sometimes wish your girlfriend would stop picking you up from your job with bruises and blood all over her face (but you wouldn’t trade it for anything else).

pairing: kujou sara/gn!reader (romantic)

category: fluff, modern!au, sara rides a motorcycle bc she would, motorcycle racing!au ? if u squint?

note: probably gonna be a mini series set in the same universe as this one bc i like this concept :) @xiaophobic i have a feeling u might like this maybe question mark

“you know, the more you come back like this, the more worried i get,” you murmur out while getting seated behind her on her motorcycle. she only hums and hands you over an helmet.

her hair is ruffled even more than usual, looking as if the wind was still caught in them. her face is littered with cuts and her arms with tattoos and you catch the one she did when she dragged you behind her to a tattoo parlor she always goes to. it was the one you picked out for her, a tengu mask intricately decorating her forearm. you remember her saying tengu held a dear place in her heart on one of your first meetings.

it’s interesting, truly — the way you’d remember even the smallest details about her, ones you’d never bother to do with other people. how you know what her favorite pie was (blueberry), her favorite song (“duvet” by bôa) or what she’s scared of (never being enough. for herself, for her friends, but most importantly, for you).

“no helmet today either?” you ask, more out of a habit than anything. you already knew the answer.

“tell me love, when did i ever wear a helmet?” she answers you, a small smile gracing her lips. she turns around to you and you swear you breath gets caught up in your throat. she’s so pretty like this; bathed in the afternoon glow, a sparkle in her eye and a raised brow. “hold me close now — i’d hate to let you fall off.”

you do as she says, enveloping you arms around her waist. you lay your head on her back and feel when she starts up her motorcycle, the buzzing resonating in your whole body.

“i gotta say, i still don’t understand why so many people stare at us.”

“well, maybe it’s because there is blood on your face?” you answer nonchalantly. “did you win?” you ask after a second. she’s still standing in place, not moving.

“of course i did,” she answers gently, “i told you i would.”

“i’d never doubt you,” you say. “i’m proud, but i’m also worried.”

she hums again, as if in deep thought. you know people are looking, but you can’t really find yourself to care. there is nothing you could do to stop your coworkers from talking anyways.

you’ve grown to like the smell of the fumes and the fact she’d always come pick you up smelling like smoke and fire. you’d even say it became a comforting smell to you, one that brought you a peace of mind.

“i’m gonna start now,” she says gently, as if afraid of troubling you. she was always like this — paying you much attention and making sure you’re comfortable.

“take me to heaven,” you breathe out, your eyes closed. you can feel the warmth of her body radiating through her clothes.

“of course i will.”

#kujou sara x reader #kujou sara x you #kujou sara fluff #genshin kujou sara #kujou sara genshin impact #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #ganyuslily.writes

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starglow-xx · 4 years ago

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OH OH OKAY so for your 100 followers event (literally congratulations you deserve it + more) can i request 8 with aku from bsd

awh thank you! 🥺 and yes yes of course! i hope you all enjoy it! and i think i got a bit excited bc i personally think that this is pretty long whoops

kiss and tell

akutagawa ryuunosuke x f!reader

prompt #8 : trying to tell their friends/coworkers they’re dating, but due to nerves, one simply kisses the other’s inner wrist making the recipient of the kiss blush

“together with you” masterlist💘

Saying you were nervous was an understatement.

A very big understatement.

Today was the day your boyfriend was going to introduce you to his coworkers.

His mafia coworkers.

And you were just a normal civilian.

See where I’m getting at?

Yeah, the two of you were most definitely nervous.

Well, at least you seemed most definitely nervous.

Your boyfriend looked indifferent to the situation as the two of you walked side by side to the infamous port mafia building.

You admired that quality of his. He never wavered nor hesitated in doing what he wanted.

But, that didn’t mean he wanted this whole meet and greet to be happening.

He blames Higuchi.

He knew at some point, his subordinates were going to find out—except Gin because she already knew (she was the one who helped him figure out his feelings in the first place)—and he figured that the first one was going to be Higuchi.

He had always thought she was too nosy for her own good.

And for the boss and his other superiors?

They already fucking knew.

The boss—along with Elise— Kouyou, and Chuuya basically gave the two of you heart attacks (on the outside it was mostly you, but on the inside you could tell that your boyfriend had panicked as well) when they suddenly appeared in your path as the two of you walked in the park.

The whole encounter was suspicious and you definitely stuttered on your words a lot couple of times but you were stunned into silence when your boyfriend stepped in front of you and told his superiors (with politeness and respect) that he was busy at the moment and was on a date.

He then grabbed your wrist (gently) and pulled you behind him passing by his superiors.

After passing them, you snapped back into reality and start to retaliate trying to get your boyfriend to stop so that the two of you can go back and introduce yourself properly.

Your lover was having none of it and continued to walk pulling you forward. As you continued to struggle, Akutagawa eventually stopped and turned around to face you.

As you continued to talk, you looked up at his face and froze again seeing the prominent blush on his face.

The dark haired male avoided looking into your eyes and you giggle even as you feel your own blush start to appear on your cheeks.

You brush some of his hair out of his face making his blush—as well as yours—grow darker and you laugh softly as leans into your touch.

Unbeknownst to you and Ryuu, the Mafia boss and his executives watched you two interact with a suspiciously content look on their faces.

Using a sleeve of her kimono to hid the grin on her face, she turns to her two companions, “Akutagawa-kun’s girlfriend is pretty cute isn’t she?”

Chuuya sighs, “As long as he doesn’t fuck up on the job or their relationship, it doesn’t matter to me, Ane-san.”

Mori only chuckles, “Unfortunately, I only deal with girls ages twelve and younger.”

“Shush. I’ll sew your mouth shut.”

That specific encounter already scared the shits out of you and the two of you were barely there for five minutes.

But you were both relieved at the fact you weren’t going to get killed by the mafia for dating their “silent rabid dog”.

Not like your boyfriend would let anything hurt you in the first place.

In the beginning, he wasn’t sure why or when he fell for you, the civilian girl who worked in the teahouse near his and Gin’s shared apartment.

But it just kind of happened.

He found himself seeking your company and going to the teahouse nearly everyday.

Eventually, with the help of his sister, he found the courage to ask you out.

To his surprise, you said yes.

And when he told you what he did for a living, and you weren’t afraid of him or his sister and continued to stay by his side?

When you accepted him for the unaffectionate awkward person he was?

He swore to himself he wouldn’t let anything happen to you; he didn’t want to lose you or let go of what the two of you had.

It was only a bonus that you got along with his sister.

So if being forced to have this whole meet and greet means he gets to stay with you, then damn it all he’s going to fucking do it.

As the two of you continued to make your way to the Port Mafia building, you continued to think back to your encounter with the higher up mafia members.

You freeze in your tracks as you realized something, making your boyfriend turn back to you in confusion.

Does this mean I have approval? I mean, those three didn’t kill me, or threaten me for that matter...wait... is there going to be some kind of test?! Maybe that’s what’s going to happen today...what if I fail?! I really don’t want to break up with Ryuu—

“Oi.”

Snapping out of your thoughts you look up at your boyfriend.

You were about to apologize for slowing him down but your words are caught in your throat as he began to talk.

“Don’t worry about this, idiot. I’ll take care of it.”

Not giving you any time to respond, he turned back around, stuffed his hands in his coat pockets and continued to walk towards the tall building.

You blink at the retreating back of you boyfriend, but then a smile falls on your face and a small laugh escapes as you jog to catch up with him.

His right arm was held out a little more than usual and you’re not completely sure, but you’re almost positive he did that on purpose.

He always did have trouble showing you affection, but he tries his best and you appreciate that.

You take that opportunity that he may or may not have given you to slip your arm in his and place your right hand on his forearm, effectively holding his arm close to you, and with that, the two of you walked the rest of the way with linked arms and flushed, content faces.

God, you were nervous.

The two of walked into the building with ease, but you could feel the lingering stares of the people you walked passed.

You subconsciously tightened the grip you had on your boyfriend’s arm and in response he removed his left hand from his pocket and reached over to place it on top of your right hand and rubs it gently using his thumb.

Before you knew it, you were walking down one hallway and from the distance you could see four figures.

You start to tense as you and Ryuu got closer and closer to the four figures.

You relaxed slighty as you recognized Gin among the four.

She nods at you and a small nervous smile makes its way on your face.

Eventually, the two of you stop walking and you’re about five feet away from the four mafia members.

One of them was Gin (who you were close to) and the other three people were made up of a guy with brownish redish hair and a bandaid on his nose, an older man with a monocle, and another woman that had her blonde hair tied into a messy bun.

Trying to recall the information both Gin and Ryuunosuke had given you the night before, the names of the people in front of you start to click in your head.

The guy around your age was Tachihara, and the older man, Hirotsu.

As for the blonde haired woman, that was Higuchi if you remember correctly.

The one who kind of crashed your date a couple of days ago.

- 3 days ago -

You and Ryuu were walking around the shopping district lightly chatting with your arms linked together.

It wasn’t often that the two of you were able to spend time together, but when you could, Ryuu would come over to your apartment where you just spent time together at home.

This time however, he needed to run some errands for Gin because she was unavailable and you yourself had to run some errands, so simply put, the two of you went together.

It totally wasn’t because Ryuu appeared at your apartment door no of course not who told you that?

You and boyfriend were actually enjoying your day out and actually having a pretty long chat when suddenly the two of you heard someone call out your boyfriend’s name.

“A-Akutagawa-senpai?!”

You looked away from your boyfriend’s face to see a blonde haired woman standing in front of you with her face full of shock.

Just as you were about to open your mouth, you were suddenly tugged backwards by your boyfriend and found yourself being pulled by the hand into the direction the two of you had just come from.

“Akutagawa-senpai!”

Your boyfriend only sped up his pace as his name was yelled out again by the blonde woman.

“R-Ryuu wait! That lady—”

“Don’t mind that pest (y/n).”

“But—”

“Don’t.”

You heard the shouts of the blonde fade away as your boyfriend dragged you into the big crowd.

As he pulled you through the crowd you stared at the back of his head inquisitively. You look down at your joined hands and gave it a squeeze.

You felt him freeze a little and you let out a small laugh as the tips of his ears went red.

You always thought he looked cute when he blushed, no matter how big or small it was.

You sped up your pace a little bit so you two would walk side by side rather than him leading you the whole way.

“Sooo...”

He gives you a look.

“So what.”

You give him a teasing grin.

“Was that an ex-girlfriend?”

An uncharacteristic expressive look meets his face and you can’t help but laugh.

“Oh god, no.”

You giggle at his tone in his voice.

“Don’t worry Ryuu,” you gently say, “I know she’s a co-worker. It’s Higuchi right? Gin and I have something called girl talk, you know.”

��Then you must know how irritating she can be.”

“Ryuu, be nice.”

- Back to the present -

Later that evening (three days ago), your boyfriend came to your apartment more irritated than when Higuchi stopped the two of you in the sidewalk of the shopping district.

He told you that word had spread throughout the mafia that he had a girlfriend and that his subordinates would like to meet you.

What surprised you wasn’t the fact that a meet and greet was in place, what surprised you was the look on your boyfriend’s face.

He looked a bit guilty and maybe even apologetic...?

You weren’t quite sure because you’ve never seen that look on his face before.

So in light of that, you vowed to yourself that you would face this head on.

Whether that inner promise was going well in the moment, you’re not sure because holy you were so nervous.

There were a million things running through your mind; the introduction you were reciting in your head, your anxiety, your fears, first impressions...yeah you were a mess.

But nonetheless, you stood a bit straighter and waited for your boyfriend to speak first to start to your introduction.

Hearing no words fall from your lover’s mouth you turn your head and look up at him, noting that the small group in front of you does the same.

The look on the eldest Akutagawa’s face is unreadable; even for you.

You shake him a little bit and there’s worry swimming in your (e/c) orbs.

You note that Higuchi’s eyes does the same.

You softly whisper his name trying to catch his attention, “Ryuu...”

Not even a grunt.

You shake him a bit harder this time.

You don’t bother to whisper at this point.

“Ryuu are you okay? Do you need a minute? We can do this later if you wish.”

At your gentle tone, a very light blush appears on his cheeks.

Your boyfriend’s colleagues start to voice their concerns as well.

“Oi! Akutagawa! You okay?”

Higuchi joins in with Tachihara.

“Akutagawa-senpai! Do you need water?! How about you go sit down? Or— Huh?!”

The next move your boyfriend made caused everyone to freeze in their tracks.

Your hand that was on Akutagawa’s forearm was suddenly not there anymore and instead in his grasp.

You look at him in confusion, “Ryuu, what’s going—wha?!”

Your boyfriend had just brought your hand closer to his lips, but turned it over and kissed the inside of your wrist, right where your pulse is.

Almost immediately, your face erupts into a bright red.

Your boyfriend moves your hand again and places it on his face, and closes his eyes and just leans into your touch.

You were spluttering and stuttering just forgetting about that first impression you wanted to leave with his coworkers.

Speaking of which.

The group that was still in front of you were fucking shook.

They were aware of who you were and that you were Akutagawa’s girlfriend but damn.

Tachihara and Higuchi had their jaws dropped and eyes wide and the color had completely vanished from Higuchi’s face.

Hirotsu and Gin were able to conceal their surprise a bit better than the other two, only having their eyes wide, but not as wide as the other two mentioned.

After a few moments, Gin’s expression softened and a content smile made a way on her face, hidden by her mask.

She was proud of her big brother; if he was willing and unafraid give affection and introduce you, his girlfriend, to people who usually see him as an emotionless brute, then it was clear, you were staying for the long run.

Now, it wasn’t like you were deprived of affection from your boyfriend, but it certainly wasn’t the norm.

To respect his boundaries, and to respect the fact that he wasn’t given much affection growing up and wasn’t used to it, you refrained from initiating anything very big or initiating anything at all unless it seemed like he really needed it.

Hugs were rare, but happened occasionally, hand holding actually happened quite often, but in the privacy of either his or your home, kisses on the lips happen, but not as often as pecks on the cheeks or forehead.

All of that always takes place at home, and anything public was close to nonexistent. When the two of you walked, you didn’t hold hands, just walked along side each other, only occasionally linking arms, like how you did today.

You never pressured him nor asked anything more of him; the amount of affection the two of you shared didn’t change how you much you loved him.

So the fact that he willingly showed you such an intimate gesture in front of other people...well let’s just say you were shocked and embarrassed to say the very least. But deep down, you were glad he was starting to break out of his shell.

But like holy shit were you red.

It only got worse when he opened his eyes and placed his hand over yours.

You look down in embarrassment and you hear a chuckle from above.

You eye the small audience the two of you have before whispering to your lover.

“Ryuu, I uh what was that? Not that I’m complaining but you don’t usually do that, and—”

He cuts you off by removing your hand briefly and kissing your wrist again instantly making you go quiet.

You pulls you closer before whispering back to you, “I may not be the best at showering you in affection, but I’m sure you know by now that I’m a man of action more than a man of words.”

You blink at him before letting out a laugh.

He’s never going to admit it out loud, but he chickened out. He got nervous.

But, he was able to make you smile, make you laugh, and that’s what matters most to him.

At the sound of your laugh, a quick small smile slips onto your boyfriend’s face, but it leaves almost as soon as it appeared.

You yourself were unable to see it, but Higuchi and the rest of the Black Lizard, for the briefest moment, caught sight of it.

The expression on her face changed to something more of amazement; her expression softened and chuckled to herself.

You made her senpai happy, and that in itself is obvious.

He was in love with you, and she’s going to respect that.

She straightened herself up and notices the other three do the same.

They all had a content look on their faces.

The blonde smiles a bit wider before whispering, “Welcome to the Port Mafia, (y/n)-san.”

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straymackerel · 4 years ago

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idk if your requests are open but if they’re not then feel free to ignore this. 😅 id like to request an imagine with dazai having a long, deep conversation with his new co-worker who happens to be a former member of the port mafia but she left for obvious reasons and only fukuzawa knows for now but ofc dazai being dazai, he’s sharp af so he decided to talk to her bc one, he understands her and second he developed feelings for her shortly after she joined ada. thanks in advance! 🥰

➽─{done! they were actually closed, but this was such a fun request i made it 2k long (✿´ ꒳ ` )}─❥

You often wonder if it was something you said.

Ever since you joined the Armed Detective Agency, all of your new coworkers have been nothing short of friendly and accommodating. All of them––except for the bandaged mystery who can’t quite take his eyes off of you.

At first you thought it was just your imagination. When he answered your questions dismissively, you thought maybe he didn’t have a way with words. When he bailed on group trips to Café Uzumaki––but only when you were going too––you brushed it off as a coincidence. And when you first ‘caught’ him fixated on you, looking you square in the face from his own desk, you hoped he was actually looking at something above your head or next to you.

After all, in the Port Mafia, you always felt as if you were being watched, precisely because you were being watched. Your every move was silently documented, your behavior acutely observed within a larger culture of distrust and suspicion. You wondered if maybe you carried that instinctive unease with you to your new day job. (The only proper day job you’ve ever held.)

But there was no need for deft maneuvers to realize that this intimidating brunette was, indeed, staring you down in silence. He has no intention of hiding it; he’s openly tracking your movements, peering into your essence. And the most unnerving part of all: he’s smirking half of the time. If you didn’t know any better, you would confront him the first chance you got; but your situation is precarious, delicate. You have no business drawing attention to yourself, a former member of the Port Mafia. Sure, the President is already aware of your circumstances, but the Mafia has engrained the virtues of secrecy into you. You hope to keep your past on the down low.

Besides, there’s something off about this brown-haired detective. Something you realized at the beginning of your employment, way before he started staring into your soul. Something you hope you’re wrong about.

So you wait it out, anxiously. Drained by the presence of your colleagues, you find yourself in Café Uzumaki alone one slow-moving afternoon. The paperwork was piling up, the tension in the air almost tangible as Dazai declined yet another offer to do actual field-work with the others in favor of keeping tabs on you (unbeknownst to anyone else). You’d left the office at your earliest convenience, hoping to relax in the corner with your favorite beverage.

It is all you can do to keep from spewing the profane as he invites himself to your table, waltzing in without a care in the world.

You’re trapped.

Ordering himself a double shot espresso, your coworker ignores your apparent apprehension as he gets comfy in his booth seat. Downing his drink while you’ve barely touched yours, he glances behind him to check out the waitstaff. No words are exchanged until the baristas are out of earshot.

“Well, you certainly seem to have a vested interest in me,” you say in the most nonchalant manner manageable––nervous because of his constant surveillance, but also because he’s quite handsome for a borderline stalker.

“You can drop the tight-lipped smile,” Dazai replies, eyes darkened.

You lower your voice, hackles raised. “How much do you know?”

“I suppose it’s all speculation, but my hunches are rarely wrong. You chose to work at a detective agency after all.” Though he’s avoided your question, the look on his face tells you everything you need to know. Eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth upturned, he most definitely has your former occupation pegged.

“What gave it away?” is the only thing you can think to say.

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“Perhaps it will aid me in playing detective,” you quip. He chuckles dryly.

“Oh, where to start. That concealed weapon you carry––it’s not issued by the Agency. Though its outline is comparable to our standard Beretta 92FS Inox sidearm, there are some subtle differences, even when it’s tucked away and wrapped in cloth.” You raise your eyebrows, surprised that anyone would notice.

“The way you move soundlessly and seamlessly,” he continues, not bothering to pause. “It’s obviously second nature. You hardly make a sound if you can help it. And then there’s your understanding of the underworld, even though you try to hide it. You obviously know much more than you let on; your knowledge is too convenient. You claim to know just the perfect tidbit or two for a case, having overheard a street vendor or a barkeep, but the expression on your face is all too telling of a certain sense of pride. Such a seemingly mild-mannered sweetheart as yourself. Did you know that when you flinch at violence, you always react a hair slower than everyone else, as if you’re simply following suit? Also––”

“Okay, OK, I get it,” you say, defeated. “So that’s the reason why you’re leering at me every day? To add to this never-ending list of yours?”

“Well...” Dazai’s voice trails off. His features relax for the briefest moment, more alarming than reassuring to you. And then that nagging thought resurfaces. That is, the very first thing that came to mind when you were first introduced to him. Again: something you hope you’re wrong about.

“You’re quite suspicious yourself,” you interject. “Let alone your little stalker habit... you have the same name as him.” The corners of his eyes crease.

“That’s an odd way of putting it,” he says with a hint of mirth in his voice, and not a smidgen of denial. Fuck.

Logic dictates that you should be scared shitless right now, sitting across from one of the most dangerous men in Mafia history. Logic dictates that you should’ve used more covert methods of uncovering his past. Straightening up, you tell yourself not to think about it.

“Well, I was under the impression that Dazai Osamu was only a legend and nothing more. I mean, a teenage orphan prodigy who threw their life as a Mafia exec away, only to disappear forever? Sounds like bullshit,” you state with as much cool-headedness as you can muster.

“I take that personally!” he gasps, twisting his arms every which way in mock offense, as if to shield himself from your harsh commentary.

“You didn’t consider changing your name?”

“Not even once.” He winks, to which your heart may or may not skip a beat. Are you scared, or oddly enamored?

You push your cup along your side of the table. “How come you turned tail too? You had the status to do literally anything you wanted.” He brushes it off.

“What is this, my interview? The last time I checked, you were the one on trial,” he says, waving his hand like he’s batting your assertion out of the air.

“I’m on trial?” you ask, the cup coming to a stop. “Do the others have suspicions as well?”

“Oh no, nothing in particular to go on. Though Ranpo most definitely has you figured out,” he says, to which you startle. “...but he couldn’t care less, so don’t worry.” You unintentionally sigh relief as he continues: “My colleagues have this peculiar way of testing their new recruits. We call it an ‘entrance exam.’ And before you ask, I’m not responsible for administering yours, but I might be able to push you in the right direction.”

“Any hints?”

He shakes his head, “Not really. No general tips or tricks. I need some more information,” he says, leaning in a bit. “So tell me about yourself. Why leave the Mafia for the ADA?”

You press your lips together, realizing he’s asking you the very same question he himself dodged moments ago. “I needed a change of atmosphere. And scenery. I wasn’t quite taken up with the constant death threats and daily bloodshed.”

“Oh, death threats? And bloodshed? I don’t suppose you were on the receiving end?” Dazai asks, one eyebrow cocked.

You laugh a restrained laugh, nodding. “I wasn’t. But those kinds of tactics... they aren’t in my nature. Everything about that job was suffocating, and I just couldn’t do it anymore.” Dazai looks at you thoughtfully.

“It’s interesting, though. You carry your past line of work in all of your mannerisms. Any chance you were born into it?”

You nod again, “Not my choice.”

“What a coincidence.” He flashes a toothy smile, silence thickening the air. You scramble to break it, eager to talk about something else.

“...So? Any advice for my test?”

“I’d be a little more forthcoming if only you’d tell me the full truth,” Dazai responds, and your face falls.

“What do you mean?” Your strained voice comes out meeker than you’d like, and it’s Dazai’s turn to sigh. He leans back into his booth seat, as if a little distance might solve your unease.

“I lost someone. The best friend I’ve ever had. He told me I wouldn’t find what I was looking for in the Mafia, so here I am. And I’m pretty sure you have someone like that too.” How does he know? Why is he telling you this? Your hands––they’re clammy. You turn your gaze to your lap, realizing that he’d dismantle anything but the truth. There are no options but one.

“It was... a family member.” More silence. Is your nose getting red? You hope your nose isn’t getting red.

“The Mafia threatened them?” he prods.

“They were collateral,” you say slowly. You hadn’t expected to talk about them today. You hadn’t expected any of this from a coworker who kept you at several arms’ lengths for days. Another coworker might respond “that’s horrible,” or “I’m sorry for your loss,” but not Dazai.

“Dazai, do you ever wonder if it’s our fault they got hurt?”

“No,” he replies immediately. Then he hesitates. “I mean, yes, and for a very long time, but not anymore. Evil will do evil; if not to our loved ones, then to someone else.”

He’s right. Of course he’s right.

“But does it make it any easier?” You peer at him, hopeful, and he dismisses your expectations with a quick shake of the head. “Right.” Pause.

“But you’ve come to the right place. Unlike the Mafia, this is an environment where you can heal. Sometimes the wounds reopen,” he says, “but I promise you that your feelings will go towards something productive.” You swallow, blinking back would-be teardrops. The salty marinade seeps back into you.

Then, under your breath: “Okay.” “Thank you.”

“Of course. I could talk about this all day.” The tightness in your throat dissipates, the water in your eyes no longer threatening to spill.

“So, the entrance exam? I’ve told you everything now,” you pry. He thrums his fingers, amused.

“Oh, that won’t be necessary. I figured pretty early on that you would be okay. You’re gonna pass just fine without my help––I only wanted to get to know my new coworker better.” His fingers stop as he gauges your response.

“Wha–?” This guy! He played you, straight to the verge of tears..! Shoulder tense, you jump to your feet.

“Sorry to deceive you. I’ll see you upstairs, then.” Jeez, the bandaged bastard’s already heading out!

“Wait!” Cheeks flushed, you’re unsure why you’re calling out to him, but it makes him stops in his tracks.

“...Yes?”

“...You’re not gonna tell anyone, right?”

“I’ll think about it.” Dazai’s coy voice is all but reassuring.

“No, seriously,” you plead, eyes wide. “I really need this. God forbid someone else prompts a retelling of my life story.” He turns to face you.

“Then let’s make a deal.”

“What kind of deal?”

He steps towards you, leaning in to whisper in your ear: “Meet me in front of this building tomorrow at 10 PM. There’s a restaurant I want to take you.” You feel your mouth open, then close by itself.

This is it. This is why he can’t look away from you. If he was only observing you, he could, would do it without being so obvious. You’re sure of it now. You replay each once-menacing occurrence of eye contact from the past few days in your head, and you notice something new. Hunger? Want? Even greed? You can see it in his eyes right now. Those eyes, they threaten to dance around, maybe even travel a bit... lower.

(You jest yourself. ‘Once-menacing?’ He’s still menace, still a danger.) He turns away, heading for the door again, not waiting for a response:

“Don’t be late.”

A chill runs up your spine. It’s a mix of fear, and bitterness, and panic, but most of all...

A growing anticipation.

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kingneptunesthinninghead · 3 years ago

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In your opinion, which fast food place has the best fries? i love me some mcdonald’s fries.

Are there hurricanes where you live? they happen every once in a while

What do you hate the most about yourself? I'd really rather not get into this right about now. same

What song are you listening to right now? nothing but catch fire by 5sos is stuck in my head.

What was your first concert? brad paisley 🤠.

What’s your favorite Johnny Depp movie? willy wonka and the chocolate factory

Who did you last say “I love you” to? My sister. probably same

Do you like pumpkin pie? it’s about the only pie i DO like.

Do you know anyone named Austin? no one i like

Do you know anyone who is having a baby? my friend just gave birth to a baby about a week ago

What was the last thing you cried about? i cried in the car on the way home from work last night while listening to jet black heart lmaooo.

Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk? i dont drink milk.

Do you think you are an argumentative person? Definitely not. agreed, i’m conflict avoidant to a fault

How many deep dark secrets do you have? i dont think i have any

What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? the hot wings from bonchon were pretty f’n spicy

Who last called you sexy? i dont remember

Would you class yourself as a good role model? i think for the most part

Are you scared of the dark? sometimes i am

Do you have a motto? nah.

Who did you last see on webcam? my club committee from school

Do you need a haircut? i just got one about a month ago so not atm

How would you react if your mother told you that she was pregnant again? that would be impossible considering she’s in menopause and has her tubes tied

You log into Facebook and see the red ‘1’ notification next to the message icon. Who do you want it to be? no one i hate facebook

Would you rather exercise alone or with other people? most of the time alone but sometimes i’ll exercise with my sister or in a structured workout class

What is the most difficult or involved video game you’ve ever played? any bc i suck at video games

Ever watch the show Supernatural? nope

Ever heard of flavored honey? If so, what’s you’re favorite flavor? i’ve heard of it but never tried it

Do you remember what your favorite show was when you were little? i went thru hardcore icarly and victorious phases, also LOVED spongebob

Do you put anything besides cheese on grilled cheese sandwiches? sometimes i’ll do bacon on mine

When it comes to books, what do you think is the “perfect” amount of pages? the length of a book has never deterred me from reading it, ever.

Would you ever be interested in going scuba diving? maybe

Out of all of your friends/relatives, who would you say has the best vocabulary? not to toot my own horn but me

Are any of your fingers or toes deformed? What about the nails? no

When is the last time you cried? didnt i already answer this

Would you ever date somebody that has been divorced more than once? mm prob not

What are some stereotypically nerdy things that you like? i guess marvel and space would count

Have you ever attended a wedding that ended where the bride and groom didn’t actually get married? What happened? no but i’ve attended several weddings of people who have quickly divorced

What scares you the most about becoming a mother (hypothetically, if you don’t want to have children)? raising them to be a good well adjusted person.

Would you ever want a job in fashion? What would you enjoy about that type of job? prob not

Would you ever be a surrogate mother? nope

What do you think would be the best and worst parts about being a twin? i would love having that strong of a bond with someone and having someone to go thru life with but i would also feel like i never had anything that was truly mine esp in early childhood

Do you feel that your childhood was more rough compared to others around you? my childhood was great compared to a lot of peoples and i’m extremely thankful for that

How would you react if you found out today that you were actually adopted? i would feel betrayed that i’d lied to for 20 years

Have either of your parents ever cheated on one another before, that you know of? How would you react if you found out today that one of them cheated? not that i know of and again i would feel crushed and betrayed

Do you like cleaning and organizing? when i’m in the mood for it

How would you react if you found out you were infertile? If you don’t plan on having kids to begin with, what is a long-term goal you’d be crushed to find out was impossible to achieve? i would definitely be upset bc i want to have at least one biological kid but in the end i would find just as much joy from adopting a child and giving them a loving home.

Would you take your dream job if it were out of the country? it depends on what other factors are in my life at the time

Have you ever been robbed? no

Is anyone close to you an alcoholic? my friend at college and that’s not even a joke that’s genuine. i think he’s getting the help he needs tho which is good

Have you ever dumped anyone? no

What kind of tea do you drink? I hate tea. same it tastes like dish water

Do you know anyone in a gang? No, and I hope I never do. same

What’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you? omg i still remember this bc i was blown away by how sweet it was. so in 9th grade i had one friend in my pe class and idek how we started talking but we just stuck by each other bc we didn’t have anyone else and we sat at our own table right by the teacher’s desk in health class and we actually became pretty close friends throughout the year well anyway i mentioned my birthday was coming up and she asked me what i wanted and i was like no you don’t have to and she was like do you want flowers and i was like sure why not and i didn’t think she was gonna actually do it but then on my birthday she shows up to health class with these beautiful purple flowers and i was so shocked that she actually got them for me so yeah i’ve never forgotten that ever. she moved away after that year and i never saw her again but i hope she’s doing well

What is your orientation? Gay? Straight? Metrosexual? straight but i have questioned before.

Have you ever done anything really dangerous or illegal with friends? nothing too wild

Name three feelings you’re feeling right now: bored, content, excited

And the reasons for these feelings? bored bc i’m at work, content bc i like the way my life is going rn, excited bc i get to go back to school and see all my college friends soon.

How do you feel about your life right now? pretty pleased at the moment

Is it easy for you to like yourself? Why or why not? no. it’s a conscious choice to like yourself that you have to make everyday and some days that choice is easier to make than others

What subjects come naturally to you? English, some aspects of science. agree with this, i’m very good at english and i understand some science

What subjects do not? MATH

Do you read more fiction or more non-fiction books? fiction but sometimes i like a good non fiction book.

How has today been for you? pretty good nothing too exciting

What did you do? watched tv and went to work

Are there any candles lit in the room you’re in? no

Are there any lava lamps near you? nope.

Do you like cats or dogs better? Cats. agree i have 4

Are any of your friends a pothead? yes, several

What’s a goal you’re trying to accomplish soon? start working out consistently again and get into therapy.

Are you a high maintenance person? nope

The last time you yelled as loud as you could, what was the reason? i was at a karaoke night

Have you ever been heartbroken? yep

Who did that to you? my ex crush

Did you go through an ugly stage as a kid? ohhhh yeah

The last type of sandwich you made or ate: a ham and cheese sandwich with pepperoni and mayo

The last time you spent most of the day in bed: when i was at school and i had stayed up until 6am the night before.

The last friend or acquaintance you made: my coworker

The last thing you took pictures of: a rainbow

The last time you were scared: when i thought a car was following me the other night

The last thing you looked up online: manic panic hair dye.

The last thing you disagreed with: i don’t remember.

Does your house have a separate laundry room? yep

Do your parents still help you financially? yes, a lot

Does your car have a backup camera? nope.

Have either of your parents ever been in trouble with the law? not to where they’ve been arrested

Have you ever had a pet that lived to be really old for its breed/species? my childhood cat lived to be 18 which was pretty impressive.

What was the last strong scent you smelled? my cat’s fart

Have you ever told someone to their face that they were ugly? no way

Is your bed against more than one of your walls? nope

Have you ever been attracted to someone’s parent? um yes some people i know have dilfs i’m sorry

Have you ever pole danced before? no

Have you ever broken into someone’s house? no.

Have you ever seen a live bat? yup at a beach house in the obx

What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before? i bought bonchon for my friends and i one time which was just about $100

Have you ever taken a woodshop class? no

How much time do you spend on Facebook, if you have one? as little time as possible.

Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? i had one math teacher in high school that consistently made me feel dumb bc i needed extra help to understand the concepts and couldn’t do mental math that fast so didnt like her

Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? closest i’ve been was second row

Are your parents supportive of you? yep

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lixhive · 5 years ago

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destined mates - knj pt.2

♡ pairing: hybrid!namjoon x female!reader ♡ word count: 700+ ♡ rating: pg13 ♡ genre: hybrid, modern, fluffy ❝..in which y/n, a human girl, meets namjoon, a wolf hybrid by the place she works. and only after a little while, their connection grows into something they both never expected...❞

♡ warnings: mentions of blood and abuse ♡ a/n: requests are open! request here | how to request | and message me if you want me to tag you in any of the series I have. ♡ taglist: @morgans-fic-box ♡ masterlists: bts masterlist | destined mates masterlist

“He’s here to help you.” Y/n states while squeezing his hand. Before Namjoon he could say anything, the room around Namjoon went pitch black. His body became heavy and unbalanced. The last thing he heard was y/n’s voice calling his name.

He was now completely passed out. Jin reaches Y/n’s side and opens up Namjoon’s jacket to see spots of blood. Y/n’s first reaction is to move away. Seeing blood wasn’t the problem. The problem was that there was so much of it. Y/n could clearly see the deep cuts Namjoon has. She turned around and covered her eyes.

“I’ll take care of him but it’s going to take some time,” Jin utters as he takes out supplies. Y/n couldn’t answer. The only she could do was nod her head but she was worried. The hybrid that looked down upon her was now in need of help. “Do you know what happened to him?”

“All I know is that he came to me for help. I didn’t even know his name until today.” You mutter. Things were going too fast for your liking. “Go home, I’ll get Taehyung to help. I’ll call when he is conscious again.” You felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Dahyun asks while putting the menus away. You thought work would cloud your thoughts or would at least take your mind off of Namjoon. You couldn’t even focus on work. Namjoon was constantly roaming your mind. He came to you for help. “I need your help.” Were the exact words he told you that day.

“Yea, just a bit tired.” That’s all you could say before you went into the back to get your things. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” A small smile on your face as you wave bye to your coworkers. Then your phone went off.

[y/n]: “Hello?

[Jin]: “Y/n-ah, is it possible if you can come over to the hospital on 35th?”

[y/n]: “Sure, I’m on my way.”

Now you were scared. Beyond terrified. Y/n waited for that call and she got it. After a week. That’s how long she been distracted by him.

Y/n turns around and heads towards the nearest bus stop. “I hope you’re okay...” she whispers to herself. A silent spoken prayer. Nothing matters but getting to the hospital. Then it hit her. They’re at the hospital. What if he freaks out? Is he in more danger? Namjoon, please be okay. She thought.

Trains weren’t stopping. Each train of thought never even made a stop. They had no certain destination.

“Is Namjoon okay? Is he recovering?” You ask as you play with your fingertips. It was a nervous habit. One of the nervous habits you had anyway. Y/n and Jin stood outside Namjoon’s door. “He’s okay but he’s just not happy about being in the hospital. But I couldn’t do anything if I didn’t have the proper instruments. And just to be safe, he is under a different name.”

“Okay, that’s good.” The worry that wandered around your body began to fade away. You push the door open in front of you, hearing the steady beeps of machines. Y/n’s eyes land on the sleeping figure in the bed.

“Namjoon?” You utter softly. His left ear twitches at your voice. “He’s under a sedative right now.” Closing the door behind him, Jin looks at his clipboard and checks a few things off. “You can take him home tomorrow afternoon. He just needs to take a few pills, change his bandages after a while and lay down on his back as much as possible. He has a few fractures around his rib cage.” That made your heart drop. He was bleeding blood in front of you that day but it wasn't as bad as it was. Or maybe that's you trying to forget the fact you saw the blood.

How did you get hurt? Did someone do this to you? Y/n can still see a bit of bruises left on his skin. “I have a bit of bad news...” Jin starts. “When I looked up his name, he belongs to the Kims. I’m guessing he ran away from abuse. And they’re still looking for him. I suggest you keep him hidden.” You nod.

The Kims.

The richest family in the country. Everyone knew them but for the wrong reasons. You can’t do anything against them because they have the power of money. Mr.Kim was currently on trial for abusing his wife and daughter. And while he is being kept away from them, Mrs.Kim is busy starting scandals about cheating on her husband with about twenty men and eighteen women. And the daughter, she didn’t cause any trouble.

From what was said on the news, the daughter had left her home. No pictures of her were shown as if she never existed. “Is there any good news?” “You can become his owner in about two months if he is hidden well. Namjoon will be listed as a stray and you could sign to be his new owner.”

“I’ll leave that choice up to him.”

After taking a morning shift from work, you went straight to the hospital afterward. Y/n couldn’t wait to get Namjoon out of the hospital.

You push the door only to get a low growl. “It’s okay, it’s me.” Y/n says while closing the door. Turning around, you look up. There he was as if barely clinging onto whatever will power he has to stay awake. “Why am I here?” His voice was a bit groggy from being under so many pills. “Jin had to get you here so he could help you. Luckily, I’m here to pick you up.”

At the moment, you were directly beside him. Y/n wants to reach for his hand. To find some way to comfort him but you stopped yourself.

Before your eyes, Namjoon sits up but he was in pain. Imagine how painful it was to lay back down. The painkillers were going to wear off soon and he felt it. “Do you need help?” Of course, he needed help. What type of question is that?! “No,” he mumbles as he finally stands up.

Once the two of you made it past the lobby and the elevator, it was a simple walk to your humble abode. Unlocking the door, you let Namjoon walk in first and directed him to your bedroom. That was the only bedroom in the flat. “I could stay on the couch.” “No, Jin said you need to be laying down for as long as you can to help heal your ribs and I’m not taking the risk.” Y/n’s voice was a bit louder than usual, she was putting her foot down.

“It’s fine, I could-” “No, just lay down. If you need me, call my name.” Shutting his request down, you leave him alone and took a seat on the couch. Then it actually slaps you across your face. You gotta take care of a hybrid you know nothing about. Apart from the fact that his name is Namjoon and was on the run from his former family.

He was some type of dog hybrid... maybe? You have so many questions but knowing how cold Namjoon is, he isn’t going to answer any of them. So you figured out one person that will answer some of them. Taehyung.

[y/n]: i have questions

[taetae]: i have done nothing wrong

[y/n]: y do u assume you’re in trouble??

[taetae]: cause i usually am??

[y/n]: i have questions bc i don’t know what type of hybrid he is

[taetae]: U HAVE A HYBRID?!

[taetae]: how the heck do u not know what hybrid he is?

[y/n]: i found him at the restaurant and he came to me for help so i’m helping him. but he doesn’t talk much

[y/n]: he looks like a dog hybrid

[taetae]: i’ll come over bc there are mAnY dog hybrids

[y/n]: idk, he eats meat.

[taetae]: did you ask him what type of hybrid he is?

[y/n]: no

[taetae]: and u didn’t think to ask?

[y/n]: he’s in pain. we just got back from the hospital. and he is hella quiet

[taetae]: whatever, I’m at the door

“How would you already be here?” You mutter while getting up. To your surprise, Namjoon was also by the door. He stayed by the door, growling. “Namjoon?” Still not knowing what type of hybrid he is, you were confused.

“He is a friend,” y/n tries as she begins to open the door. There stood Taehyung with his box of a smile. “And you must be the unknown hybrid...” he utters quietly. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

Tae glances at Namjoon’s ears and stiff tail. “He’s a wolf hybrid.” Tae walks in and continues to observe him.

With only just meeting one another, Y/n can sense the atmosphere getting tense and thick. From what you could see, Namjoon looked like he could rip Taehyung apart. “You close the door and flick Taehyung in the back of his head. “Ouch... what was that for?” “You’re coming off as a jerk. Leave him alone.”

Watching your interaction with Tae, Namjoon calms down a little. “Listen, he is part wolf. He’s not going to like me at first glance. Any guy will be viewed as an enemy. Wolves and dogs are territorial.” “Are there more of them?” Namjoon inquires while looking at you.

“Sadly, yes,” you sigh. “Sadly?! Well, excuse me. I was requested to come here to get answers. But apparently, the wolf hybrid can talk.” Tae rolls his eyes and takes a seat by the couch.

Namjoon stays quiet and turns back around and leaves into the bedroom. “What’s his name?” “Namjoon.”

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diaryofanormalkid · 5 years ago

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Today at work was nice ☺️

So aside from my hurt leg (knee and ankle), it was a decent day. People-wise though, not coworker wise. And time went by fast so I was glad.

Through the day, my leg was feeling better by the hour. Like I was even walking more normally. Pretty sure half my coworkers didn’t even notice I was injured.

Had it not been for me telling them, they probably wouldn’t have noticed. But I’m sooo glad it’s feeling better. I was thinking I wouldn’t feel this good until maybe Thursday.

So anyways, today at work I saw my short crush and my American Dragon crush and my ***work husband*** I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE I saw him today!!! He doesn’t work Mondays 😁

I also saw short guy 🙄 and then his coworker who he trained who I’ll give you some background info on later probably. It was a very... interesting day.

Short crush

I got to see him twice today! They were both the briefest of moments though, and he didn’t really pay me as much attention as I’d like! ☹️😩

The first time he was leaving from the seating area of the cafetaria. I was sanitizing my hands at the dispenser and my body happened to be facing the direction he was coming from.

So I spotted him and smiled, and he looked at me, but for some reason today I didn’t hold eye contact with him for long at all. And now that I think about it, that probably has to do with why he didn’t give me too much attention today.

💔😬 yikes. I think he thought I was annoyed/in a mood today so he was giving me my space. ‘Cause the second time he came, when I spotted him he was closer but didn’t say/do anything.

He was at the cash register and I believe he saw me from where I was standing but decided against looking up, purposely. I was like “okay, that’s fine 😭.” And minded my business.

But I know for sure he saw me before I looked over at him the second time because I was in his line of sight. So next time, I’m gonna be more friendly, because that probably turned him off.

I’m not bugging, it just kinda hurt a little when the attention wasn’t reciprocated because he usually isn’t the one out of all my crushes to avoid making any gesture/eye contact.

American Dragon Crush

So today he came in a little after my shift started and at first he was super quiet, to the point where I didn’t even know he came in until a little while after.

Once I went nearby his area, that’s when I took the opportunity to greet him and using his name. I’m not sure, but I don’t think I use his name while greeting him often? So it felt weird.

But good weird. And immediately after I had used his name while greeting him, he did the same and I kinda felt my heart melt a tiny bit because that typically happens when my crushes use my name.

Then for a lot of the shift he was bothering by calling my name and I kept like half blushing. I had it under control, but half the time I didn’t care enough to hide my smile so 🤷🏾‍♀️

One time I was going back and forth getting stock items and looking for things and I just so happen to be passing by him all of those times. So then he eventually asks:

“Why do you keep going back and forth?” And I mumbled I needed to get stuff to him, because he was busy serving a customer anyways so I figured he probably wouldn’t need to hear me.

And then I was going on my break another time, so I was signing out and he kept asking me questions. He asked, “can I see your hair?” And then pulled a braid.

Then he asked, “How much was it? $120 right? How much to do a guy’s hair like that?” And as much as I very well knew he was kidding, I still answered back “the same amount.”

He kept talking to me trying to make the conversation last as long as possible. And I was like flattered but also I was like “okay I’m going on break now!” Just to warn him.

I was enjoying his company too though. So when I was leaving, he was in our mini-room where we kept our schedule and coats and whatnot.

As I was leaving, I was like pulling the door and I said “here, you stay there.” Trying to lock him in the room just to flirt or whateva 👀😬😌 not that I *cough* know how to flirt.

So eventually I let him out and then I signed out and he was still trying to talk to me as I walked off for break but I was ignoring him and pretending I couldn’t hear him lol.

Also during that time, he made the randomest comment about playing basketball and “getting all the girls” or something and I laughed because it was just super telling of what he was thinking about 👀🙄

While I was on break, my Apple music was on my Top 25 most played songs playlist and the song it went to was “Electric” by Alina Baraz ft. Khalid which is such an intense romance song?

Romance is not the right word, but sexy doesn’t really fit it for me either? So idk whatever the word is for the song, if you find it and also happen to read this and listen to the song, then pls reply the word!

But anyways, when that song of ALL songs came on during my break, I couldn’t but be in my feels about my all crushes! I was just in the zone, unbothered. So, going forward:

The recurring joke for the day between us was him, my coworker and I all asking the other person “what’s up?” In which I respond “the ceiling/the sky.” But usually “the ceiling.”

That’s actually my go to response with any person who asks me that, but today I tried it on him even though I’ve tried it on him before but today he wanted to be extra about it lol.

So he kept asking me that today only to get the same response every single time. When I passed him one time, he was calling my name repetitively while asking the question.

And my other coworker who was in on the joke was standing close by, so I told her, “yo can you tell him to stop bothering me and calling my name,” even though I didn’t care.

I actually liked it, but he didn’t need to know that. So fast forward a little later, the workplace was a little on the quiet side because a couple of my coworkers had left.

It was still busy, but only on occasion. It wasn’t like rush hour time or anything. Every now and then I would look up and peep he was looking at me. Or it’d be vice versa and he’d look up.

OR we both would look at each other at the same time but super briefly and then look away! And it’s such a nice feeling to know someone who you ~kinda~ like also likes you!

And I am also just surprised at my responses to him looking at me or being caught looking at him are not more alarmed than this. Like, I’m such a nervous person?

Crushes and the sort make me a hundred billion times more anxious than I already am so the fact that I don’t respond nervously to him in that way is... shocking!

By the end of the shift now, since I was on cash, I went to the back to start counting cash. And then he came around the corner to... honestly I don’t even know what.

To watch? To linger? Like he literally had no reason to be where I was tbh, so IK that was just another excuse to be in my company! Which I didn’t mind at all!

While he was there, he was asking me why I’m so tall... again! He always ask me that implying like “why are you taller than ME?” Or “if only I was a little taller...” in his mind.

Because I think he realizes since he’s shorter than me, I’m kinda like not interested enough. That sounds so shallow, but like he’s too short. Because I’m only like maximum 5’7”.

Even if he’s only an inch or two shorter than me, for a guy that’s just too short. And lowkey that’s just a dealbreaker for me. So that’s why I don’t take this crush too seriously 😟

Little does he know that his age is also a deal breaker too. LOL like I think he thinks if he was taller, that would fix all the dealbreakers between us but oh no honey, that’s not it.

I think he’s like a year and a bit younger than me, but it’s enough to be like a bit difference for me! I’ve always preferred older guys because *mature* hello, so going younger would just be backwards lol.

There’s a looot more serious things where those came from, so don’t think I’m shallow as heck or anything for like not wanting a serious relationship with him because of those.

He’s cute or whateva, but it stops there. Like I’m good luv. But ANYWAYS, him being short was not where I was going with telling my story. Moving on:

He was lingering while I was in the back counting my till, and he was like “must be in your genes” [my height]. And then I nodded and he brought up my mom is tall too.

She is only about an inch or so taller than me. But yeah, I guess if that’s tall to him? So I was like yeah, I guess. And then he was like “how tall is your dad?” And I said “6’3”” so he’s like “woahhh.”

And I was like, “yeah, but you should see my brother. He’s 6’6”, past my dad’s height.” And he was like “what? Now I’m so shy about my height.” Which lol is so cute bc I think he meant insecure?! 😂

So then he goes, “my mom is tiny, she’s like here on me,” gesturing to his shoulder. Which, he’s not wrong! His mom is TINY. So I agreed, and was like, “aww, yeah you’re right she’s so little.”

I asked him how tall his dad was and he was like “my dad’s shorter than me!” I wasn’t even surprised by that, he outgrew his parents thankfully but he’s still short for me lol.

He was like, “when we go out, ppl think we’re brothers.” And I laughed. Height was implied because I bet he definitely didn’t mean age- wise since we weren’t talking about that.

Anyways wherever the conversation left off, I don’t remember so that’s how my day went with him!

Work husband

This little entry is so underwhelming because nothing really happened but I’m still gonna write it because I’m surprised I even saw him today to begin with!

I usually only ever see him on Saturdays so when I peeped him in his turquoise blue uniform I took a double take and couldn’t believe my eyes!

He was walking all the way down the hall and I was staring awfully too hard to try to make out if it was him. I was on the phone though so I think that partly just made me seem preoccupied.

Gratefully he was far away, like I said, so I doubt he saw me staring. As he got closer, I was too scared to look in his direction so I shifted my body so that I wasn’t facing his direction.

As I was on the phone, I was trying to look for him when he passes by just to make sure it was him but I am like 90% sure it was him because there’s no one of his exact features and build here.

He passes by super quick and I was really sad because I wanted to see him for longer but I was leaving. Sucks that I only got to see him when I was going home.

I’m just glad I got to see him in general though! It was a kind of off day afterwards because I couldn’t stand my two coworkers who also happen to be siblings.

Whenever they happen to work together, it’s for the worst because they never do anything. They’re always sitting down/doing the bare minimum.

If there was anyone that deserved to be sitting down today, it would be me because I’M the one that is injured! Smh, they’re so pathetic and worthless.

And I think I did more work than both of them combined today. Not that that’s anything short of the norm, that’s to be expected tbh. I was gonna do my task regardless.

Otherwise I would’ve been suuuper bored the whole shift. Because I’m not one to strike up a convo with them because they’re my least favourite coworkers, in that section anways.

Like I can tolerate them, but I definitely don’t like them. And I’m sure as hell not going to try to talk to them if I don’t even like them. It’s pointless. I think the feelings are partially mutual.

Or at least, we’re just indifferent towards each other. And I have my own agenda I can tend to rather than try to become best friends with the managers kids... lol.

Like gross. How are you gonna have your kids work here and be the laziest ppl here? That is full on taking advantage of the system. And I’m pretty sure they get paid more than most ppl.

And they don’t even work enough hours to get paid more than half the people who they’re getting paid more than... so isn’t that like illegal or something?

If it’s true, I feel sorry for them almost. They’re spoiled and will never truly know what hard work is. Seems they’ve just been handed majority of the things they have.

Like literally today the son walked back from break and was wearing AirPods. So I was like, “you have AirPods too?” Not even out of envy or anything, just because another coworker does too.

And her and I were discussing how if I were to have them, I’d probably lose them so easily so it’s actually my choice not to invest in any. Like I am not envious that other ppl have them because I don’t want them.

But anyways, back to the managers son at work, he goes “oh yeah.” And I just smiled and shook my head at him because like duh, he WOULD have AirPods, what do you expect?

But yeah, so today I was just super annoyed at them both literally being okay with sitting around and doing nothing while I do 80% of the work because they’re used to it.

Like how are you okay with letting an injured girl the work for you while you do nothing? Sounds familiar! their mom works SOOO hard, has two jobs (maybe more) from what I know.

The son and older daughter have nice cars, their dad has a motorcycle and I’m SURE when the youngest daughter is ready to drive, she’s gonna have a car WAITING for her at their driveway.

I’m trying to be objective and think do I sound envious right now? Because I am not envious, at least I don’t think I am? I just am annoyed at how privileged they are but they don’t even do any work.

And they can get away with it too because it’s not like I can just call out the managers kids? Ones my age though, that’s the thing. It’s the son, and it’s a damn shame. Like do better?

The younger daughter just started working there and she lowkey does a better job than him at everything. She’s had her fair share of mistakes, we all have, but c’mon now.

How are you gonna let your little sister who’s younger than you by almost 4 years outlaws your own skills working at a minimum wage job?

Like I don’t even know how long he’s been working here, but I am just... so over him. I can’t wait until he quits already. He’s so useless sometimes, like I can’t.

I think some of the times he’s actually eventually intentionally set me up/sabotaged me for my shifts when I come in after him. It’s actually so messed up to think about.

But I automatically jump to worst case scenarios once it comes down to him and his family just because that’s... what it has come down to unfortunately.

I don’t know what they think of me exactly but I know how I’ve been treated by them and I’ll never give them the benefit of the doubt after they’ve been okay with how they treat me so..

Anyways lemme stop ranting on this post before I let all this negativity outweigh all the good that happened today. To end it off, I’d like to say:

I’m glad American Dragon Crush and my other coworker were there today to keep me sane because I really would’ve been in the worst mood all day if it hadn’t been for them.

American Dragon crush really did lift up my spirits so much. Like, I don’t know if he realizes how much he did today. I was in such a bad mood before he came when I think back now.

As for my other coworker, she’s always so friendly. Like thank God for her. She’s an angel sometimes. I don’t know how much I could tolerate this job in general if it weren’t for her.

Also shoutout to my mom for coming down to see me a couple times today. Every time she saw me, all she had to do was look at my face and she knew exactly what was wrong.

Why and who too! LOL. After worked we talked about it allll today, and she wasn’t surprised. Never is. With those two siblings, it’s always the same thing.

But she really kept me sane today too, even if I only got to see her for a little bit each time. Thank God for them all ☺️

#dang this turned out so much longer than i expected #i didn’t talk about short guy but quite frankly i don’t even want to #this is long enough to begin with #dear diary #diary #personal.#personal #crush #crushes #short crush #american dragon crush #tall blond handsome crush #coworkers #work husband #work #coworker

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sadlittlenerdking · 6 years ago

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Okay so last night (Saturday) we had a holiday party at work. I got drunk on vodka, and then one of my coworkers got me high for the first time.

I learned a few things today at work. (After I forgot like, everything that happened at the party). I’d like to set some groundwork: sober, I’m anxious and I hate being touched and I can’t stand my GM or the owners son. Okay, go.

Things I learned today about the Christmas party:

I remember like. Nothing that happened on Saturday night from the moment I left the office, til the moments leading up to the raffle. It’s little flashes of “did that?”

I apparently hugged the GM and the owners son multiple times. Just walked up to them and told them to hug me. (And APPARENTLY a second time one of them walked away and I told who I was talking to, “I just wanted a hug.” And pouted.)

I danced. Like a fucking lunatic. And I have zero rhythm. There are videos. I’m stomping and spinning around like Ariel just got her fucking legs.

Weed speeds everything up and slows it down all at once? Or weed mixed with vodka does?

I may or may not have had pasta? Idk. I think I teleported from getting to the party, losing my fake money, getting a drink? I don’t even remember the drink just the line for the drink? Or there was no line? I think I thought I was the line. Oh god I can’t fucking remember anything before the raffle as more than like dream memories holy fuck

I think I remember flirting with the dealer at the blackjack table. Like. It feels like I teleported to the blackjack table like the world wasn’t real for an hour and then bam there I was and she had pink hair and then idk what happened

God I hugged so many people.

I lost like, all my chips. (Which were how you got raffle tickets)

I walked around arm in arm with my least favorite sales person? Just, happily walking around with this person I can’t stand on most days

I hung out with the only kid at the party? Idk if I was scaring her or what but we chilled and I usually hate kids too

Apparently I am so full of love for the universe when I’m drunk and high that I completely forget about personal boundaries and just spread the love?

I may have told the scary sales lady that “you’re kinda mean sometimes but you’re amazing” and she hugged me. I think I remember two hugs but at the same time I can’t really trust my memory of the event

Anyways kids that’s my drunk and high night. Remember. Only do drugs and drink under supervision and if you have a ride home.

Also maybe don’t do both at once and dance like a crazy person in front of three dealerships worth of employees—including your boss, your bosses boss, your bosses boss’ son, and two other dealerships worth of pasta (I was going to edit it bc I meant people but fuck it I’m leaving this typo here bc it’s a mood)

Also do it after you eat the pasta otherwise you won’t remember what was apparently some fucking delicious pasta because everyone else is raving about it the next day and you’re like “did I even eat pasta” when yep you did you just done fucked up and missed out on a foodgasm

#personal #holiday party antics #oi....#i remember like. everythjng a dflashes and i dont think the flashes are in chronologica order #like this is my first real true to form blackout #it just feels like one of those dreams that are hyperrealistic and you wake up and are like whoa waiy #which world is real #idk because i was too high to know

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luckyfaeth · 7 years ago

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hello welcome to my new favorite junksen au !

Aubrey is a corporate accountant at a large company, and she’s put so much time and investment into becoming the best at her job that she never really found anyone to date

But she desperately wanted a child, and she’s finally super secure financially and in a good place in her career. So she adopted a son.

Michael Reese Posen is the light of Aubrey’s life. He’s 8 years old and has the biggest green eyes and scruffy unruly brown hair and his favorite color is yellow and he loves dinosaurs and wants to be an astronaut.

He’s always been a little shy though, and Aubrey tries her best to get him to open up. The only one he’ll really talk to other than Aubrey is Bella, Stacie’s daughter (Stacie and Aubrey are coworkers and close friends)

Michael also generally doesn’t like school, but that changes when he starts 3rd grade.

He comes home after the first day and he’s absolutely raving about his teacher.

“Mama, my teacher’s name is Ms. Emily and she’s super nice and she has pretty flowers in her room they’re sunflowers so they’re my favorite color and there are fun decorations everywhere and she brought us cupcakes!”

Aubrey listens to Michael ramble on about school for another 20 minutes, and it warms her heart because he’s so happy and excited.

Michael comes home and talks about school and his awesome teacher almost every day

“Mama, Ms. Emily bakes us cupcakes when we have tests!” “Mama, Ms. Emily lets us listen to Disney songs and singalong and she said I have a good voice!” “Mama, Ms. Emily helped me learn how to spell a big word today!” “Mama, Ms. Emily sings and plays guitar!”

Aubrey is so amazed at how excited Michael is about school. Like, every morning he’s so excited to go see what Ms. Emily has planned for them

A couple months in, parent/teacher conferences roll around, and Aubrey finally gets to meet the famous Ms. Emily

She walks in the classroom (Which is like walking into a rainbow. Seriously, it’s so fucking bright) and sees who she assumes to be Michael’s teacher looking down at her desk writing something so she knocks on the door to get her attention and is like “Hello? I’m here for the parent teacher conference. I’m Michael’s mom?”

And Emily’s head pops up and she gives Aubrey a huge smile and oh no Aubrey is too gay

Ideally teacher!Emily always wears like, cute flowery dresses or fun sweaters in the winter or sometimes she'll have fun and wear like denim overalls that have cute patches on them (her students helped her pick them out!!)

Also the first outfit Emily wears in pp2 and the pink checkered button up under the sweater vest fit the teacher!Emily aesthetic anyway back to plot

“Ms. Posen! It’s so great to meet you. Michael’s told me all about you. I’m Emily Junk. You can call me Emily though. Guess you see why I go by Ms. Emily, huh?”

Aubrey laughs and is like “Oh, Michael absolutely adores you. Every day it’s Ms. Emily this, Ms. Emily that. I honestly have never seen him more excited than when you showed them that movie about dinosaurs”

Aubrey cannot believe how undeniably kind Emily is and also understands why Michael likes her so much

Calm down Aubrey.

Aubrey thanks Emily because Michael’s always been a little closed off but Emily has really helped that and Emily is like “Aw, it’s really nothing. He’s still a little shy with the rest of the class, besides Bella. But he loves talking to me about what he’s reading during quiet time.”

“Well, that’s huge for him. He barely talks to my parents even. Whatever it is you’re doing, it’s amazing.”

Emily totally blushes.

Emily highkey thinks Aubrey is so freakin' attractive like .... she showed up to the conference looking all professional bc she just came from work and oh wow ok emily don't have a crush on one of your student's moms!! omg.... but she's just so pretty and poised and !!!

As they’re finishing up, Emily leads Aubrey out and Aubrey sees that she’s wearing bright yellow converse that match her cute sundress and it’s adorable

“It was so nice to meet you Ms. Posen.”

“Please, Emily. I told you to call me Aubrey.”

“It was so nice to meet you Aubrey,” Emily smiles. “Sorry I was checking my phone while we were talking. Just a little bit of stress to start the day with.”

“Oh it’s no problem, I understand. What’s got you stressed?” Aubrey doesn’t know why she asks but she does

“I had a bunch of parents gathered to help volunteer at this Halloween party I’m doing for the kids, but one of them dropped out and it’s right around the corner...But it’s no big deal. I can totally handle it.”

Aubrey says what she’s thinking before she can think too hard about it

“I could volunteer. If you need the extra set of hands.”

“No no no I couldn’t ask you do to that…”

“I’d love to help, Emily.”

So Aubrey ends up helping out and she decorates Emily’s classroom with her and Emily finds it amusing that Aubrey needs to stand on her toes to reach the top of the chalkboard but Emily doesn’t

For Halloween Emily dresses up as Minnie Mouse with the Minnie ears and the polka dot dress and it’s so adorable

Chloe being Emily's teacher friend and she saw Aubrey and Emily decorating together yesterday and then taking down all of the decorations today and she sees Aubrey laughing and Emily grinning like a dork and is like “hhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMM”

Aubrey and Michael leave and Chloe rushes over and Emily squeals because "dont scare me like that!!" but Chloe ignores her and she's like "you like her! you like her! emily you totes like her!!!!"

“No I don’t Chloe. Shut up”

Stacie and Aubrey talk about how the party went and Stacie is like “Aubrey, you think Emily is cute.”

“What? I mean, sure, she’s like a real-life Miss Honey. But I don’t-”

“Just admit you’re hot for teacher!”

“Stacie don’t say it like that.”

“Whatever, it’s true.”

Aubrey ends up volunteering to help at all of the other little events that Emily does for her class (Stacie says she’s whipped and Aubrey just says she wants to be more involved at the school. Stacie calls BS)

Emily offering Aubrey tea when she visits the classroom one day and Aubrey’s like “Sure thank you”

Emily pours her the tea and asks, “Honey?”

Aubrey’s really glad she wasn’t drinking yet because she would’ve spit it out “I-I’m sorry what???”

“Honey. With your tea??”

“OH”

Aubrey’s a blushing mess for once and Emily thinks it’s adorable

Michael totally catches onto Aubrey’s crush (as much as an 8 year old can) and asks “Mama do you like Ms. Emily?”

“Of course I do, sweetheart.”

“I thought so cuz you look at her like Flynn Ryder looks at Rapunzel” (Tangled is Michael’s favorite movie)

Aubrey’s like “Michael stay out of it this is adult business”

“Ok mama but if you wanted to marry Ms. Emily I’d be okay with it”

“Alright time for bed goodnight”

At the Christmas party Aubrey notices again how amazing Emily is with the kids (duh) and is like “you know I think if this was my job I’d never want kids” and Emily laughs but is like “nah I love them..I really do want kids someday still”

“How does your boyfriend feel about kids?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend..or girlfriend. Haha what a weird thing for you to assume. Oh no no Carter don’t poke Hannah with the candy cane!”

Aubrey screams a little internally because that was going so well goddamnit Carter what a little shit

Teacher appreciation week and Michael’s like “Mama we GOTTA get something for Ms. Emily”

“Ok so like what...a ... gift card? ...... maybe a....apple??? What do teachers like Michael”

Michael’s like “well ms emily really likes lots of things like animals and space and flowers and cupcakes and candy and -“

“Can you speed this up honey”

“Oh she likes mugs!! She has a different one everyday!!!”

Michael helping Aubrey pick out the Best Mugs for emily and they give her one for every day of the week because Aubrey is EXTRA!!!!

Emily’s like “oh my stars you didn’t have to do all this you know most people just give me a Starbucks gift card and are done with it...”

“Well I...we. We wanted to do something special for you.”

The last day Michael doesn’t show up with a mug and Emily is a little disappointed but she doesn’t question it

But then Aubrey comes to pick Michael up which is weird because usually Michael carpools with the Conrads but Emily gladly welcomes the visit

And Aubrey’s like “Michael could you give Ms. Emily and I one second to talk?”

“Am I in trouble?”

“No sweetheart”

Emily’s like “How can I help you Aubrey?”

“In the spirit of Teacher Appreciation week, I’d like to take you to dinner tonight. If you’d like.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet! I’d love to. Is Michael coming?”

Aubrey blinks. “No, I thought this could be just the two of us.”

“Oh. Well that’s kind of weird considering I’m his teacher and it’s for teacher appreciation week”

“It’s a date! A date. I’m asking you on a date”

“Oh. Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

“Nevermind I shouldn’t have asked I just thought -”

“Aubrey, I’d love to go on a date with you tonight.”

#junksen #junksen parent/teacher au #i guess thats the tag now #im absolutely obsessed with it thanks!!!!#text #~#this ended up being really long im sorry sdjfadsoifndf i just....i love it so much but im probably not gonna write a full fic for it #so here you go #headcanons #michael posen

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thepenisparker · 6 years ago

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OK YALL I KNOW NOBODY WILL ACTUALLY READ THIS BUT I’M JUST FRUSTRATED

so i work as a personal assistant and it’s been great, my boss is super nice. she’s an agent and all i really do is just run around getting her lunch, putting up signs, doing things like that i never like meet her clients or anything but today i met one of her fellow agents and he was hitting on me liKE BRO YOU HAVE A WIFE AND KID YOU JUST TALKED ABOUT THEM?! It was just things like him telling me i looked so mature for my age, (context: i’m 19 and he thought i was 22) but he said it in a way that when he did he scanned my body and very obviously was talking about my breasts that I happen to have. and that was my first oh no.

and he was just asking me things like what am i in college for and i told him screenplay writing and production design and he was like “wow that’s great, you know i could get you hooked up with someone about that.” and i said “that would be great” bc baby gotta network, and he was like maybe we could get dinner sometime and talk abOUT IT AND I WAS LIKE OH ITS OVER and my boss was like “i actually have her working like crazy, but if she ever has the time, i’ll let you know” and he took that as a sign to back off and then when he left my boss was like “thats caesar, he’s done that with almost every young cute thing that walks in the door. don’t worry I got your back.”

like thank god for my boss but also men are disgusting??? thinking that its still okay to take advantage of young women like that??? and to even sprinkle in the fact that he is married with a child??? and that’s the industry i’m in. I understand that maybe this instance isn’t a severe one, to me it’s just so disheartening because this isn’t the first time.

i was on a college senior’s set and was sexually harassed by one of the older (~40ish) lead actors and I was the one that had to leave the set early. And when i reported it to my school and suggested a workshop on sexual harassment in the entertainment industry i was shut down immediately. I work for a broadcasting company during Track & Field and Cross Country seasons, and one of my coworkers is 22, and I got so scared of him one time because I told him I had a boyfriend (which I do) and he didn’t believe me. He continued to pester me about what I was doing after and how I’d be definitely going home with him. Even after refusing many times, and keeping my head down while I worked, I had to find a random woman from our event agrees to walk me to my car.

I’m 19, i’ve barely stepped my toe into my career. I’m not and never have been a gorgeous or model status woman, I just happen to be a female who wants to make a career in the entertainment industry. Sexual harassment in a workplace can happen anywhere to anyone.

disclaimer: I’m not saying all men coworkers are like this, my boyfriend is an aspiring cinematographer and a majority of my really close friends from film school are male and wonderful and hardworking men who see their female coworkers as equals and they’ve been the ones telling me and others of my female friends to report these things. It’s just so disgusting that in almost every job I’ve gotten I’ve been looked at for anything other than my work ethic and been shamed for reporting something inappropriate in a workplace by a male coworker or actually proposing a school-sanctioned workshop for how to prevent or know what to do in the case. But i guess if they put on a workshop, then they have to acknowledge that it happens. And that’s just too damn hard apparently.

I’m sorry this is just really frustrating for me, I don’t usually do rant or express my opinions on my blog, I just got home from work and I just needed to rant about it.

#probably delete later #i'm just sick of this #i'm still going to continue working toward what i want #i just am really tired of men like this #they aren't the people i want to work with #i don't usually get this riled up but i'm frustrated #if i get anon hate for this i'm deleting lmao #i'm scared to post this honestly #ok im gunna do it #i'm just overit #over it

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franken-mailman · 3 years ago

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I was losing my mind at work today. Maybe bc it was my first shift alone back since I was sick. That's only missing one shift but maybe it messed up my groove. I was so antsy and I couldn't stay in one place and I was feeling a foreboding vibe and I didn't start on dishes or anything to do with closing [except for watering down our drip coffee] until after official closing hours. I qm afraid of doing things wrong. And I never remember to ask the questions I have when I am given that opportunity. I feel stupid for it. I'm writing down my questions now. I worry every time I close now that I'm alone and I don't bother masking my reactions to things. Basically I'm scared of my boss finding out I'm mentally ill. I'm sure they've hired many mentally ill people before. I'm worried they will worry I'm not trustworthy or that whatever I've got going on will interfere with my work. I cannot continue like I think everyone there is out to get me. The owners come by Sundays when I work sometimes. They look like normal people I know they are probably normal more normal than my own mother who was in the same profession, rhe same world as them. They tell me they're glad to have me on. Everyone at work is so nice. I don't know why i feel like it's a ploy against me or a trap. I think I actually feel the feeling of not knowing people, a group of close knit people who work together. And feeling like the outsiders. I feel like every conversation that I hear is one I'm not supposed to be eavesdropping in on. I don't think it's eavesdropping if they can fucking see you standing there doing fuck all or working the register. I'm known to lurk and skulk and I don't mean to. Somehow I don't mean to anymore. Maybe it's years of being told I'm loud as when I was trying to be stealthy. Being told that I've got a heavy step, a clumsy body. I don't know how I got so quiet. I accidently sneak up on my coworkers now. I can't ever find words. Maybe I'm intimidated. I love steph tho. She asked me my pronouns bc she called me 'boy' like boy please. It felt so validating but she was worried she invalidated me. [I think I'm riding the androgynous line very well right now] i told her that like yeah pronouns matter very much but I don't really care about like gendered affectations like girrrl or boyyy. She told me that she calls her husband 'girl!' She's so right for that. Then she was like "YEAH! gender is like not real anyways" you may judge her choice of words but I know what what she meant.

Anyways.

I hope none of my customers heard me growling to myself. I hope my pacing wasn't obvious [it was so hard not to break into speed pacing bc behind the counter is the perfect length for pacing] I'm sure the customers saw my hand flaps and shakes and my head shakes. But it's like. I'm so proud of myself. And I'm feeling like loving myself. Work Me is someone I can can see as someone separate from normal me or at least right now that's how I'm thinking about it. I'm picturing me from the customers pov your coffer is taking a while to get made. The barista behind the counter is violently shaking his head and shimmying his shoulders. Of course. Like every customer I've ever had, you think I am a woman. OK actually only other butches are allowed to call me ma'am. But I have no idea why she did. She was cute tho. She was with a cute femme I think they were on a study date. What freaked me out later was this elementary school teacher who came in with two firemen. They were having conversation I thought they knew eachother. Apparently they didn't. She starts talking to me like intensely. Like how long have I been here what do I do I tell her about my ta job probably too much like where I work but in my defense she did ask me where. But she also used to have a position where I'm going to work this summer. She asks me what I really do or something like that and I tell her I'm an artist she asks me what my medium is. I tell her I do everything. It's kind of true. I do everything I know how to do. I tell her it's about theology and my research. I can't help myself. The conversation that ensued might have been involved but it wasn't concerning. What freaked me out was when she asked me what one of the fireman's names was. If I could look at a receipt and see if his name was there. I didn't think that it actually would have that info but I checked anyways bc how was I gonna get out of that. I don't think barista-customer confidentiality exists. But legitmately I had the thought, "oh, I really don't want to be part of a Netflix original true crime documentary about this lady." I told her that info didn't transfer as I was looking at his name. I'm a really good liar. I'm glad I didn't wear my glasses. I wonder if that's what encountering a demon feels like*. [*I make art about demons being the same as angels, but I think I make them the good guys. Flesh instead of power. But I think I need to accept that they are not of this dimension. Cenobytes and angels from the heavens, all interdimensional beings.] I think that's why I was so on edge. It was a foreboding feeling on top of my anxiety. And my paranoia. I chanted to myself for at least one songs length. I don't trust nobody. It devolved into. "Ion trust nobody" the more I said it over and over again under my breath.

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