i need you workaholics


anonymous asked:

You suppose? Are you doing this on porpoise to make me angry or what?! You do need rest cause you're the most handsome workaholic I've seen and one of those days you'll end up going to the bridge of the finalizer with your pyjamas instead of your uniform. Cause you don't get enough rest. Now go to the room be a good man and eat your strawberry cake

Fine, love. I’ll do as you say…only because you scare me…

Originally posted by pablolarrain

For You ~ pt. 13

| all parts up to date |

~ Jealousy ~

“________-ie? Is that you?” I look up from my phone to see a familiar face.

“Oh, annyeonghaseyo, Ahjumma.” I bow surprised to see my mother’s longtime co worker and friend.

“It’s been such a long time since I’ve last seen you, and you’ve become more pretty.” She compliments me with a warm smile.

I lower my head, bashful. “Thank you. You still look just as young.”

She waves her hand, brushing off my attempt to return the flattery. “Don’t lie, Minhyukie has told me many times that I’ve been wrinkling up.”

“Oh, is Minhyuk back from Japan?” It’s been a long time since I last heard my childhood friend’s name.

“He doesn’t need to be back to tell me these things.” She mutters sarcastically. “But no he’s still in Japan.”

“Ah, it’s also been a very long time since I’ve seen him.” It must have been 4 years since he’s decided to go to school in Japan.

“That’s right, and we always thought you two would end up together.” I grin amused as she brings up those childhood memories.

“Does he have a girlfriend now?” Once more she waves her hand dismissively.

“I worry for him to be honest. There are so many nice and pretty girls Japan but he just….” She trails off and looks at me sharply. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

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@yeahsterek wanted someone to write her fluff, so here we are! Sorry if it’s not that good, I wrote it in twenty minutes, but I couldn’t leave another Sterek fan in need like that. I hope you enjoy it ^^

Derek’s not a workaholic. He doesn’t think so, at least. So what if he loses himself in his work for hours and immediately falls asleep when he gets home? Those are just the consequences of having a nine to five job, it comes with being an adult and actually bringing in money. That being said, Stiles has a hard time believing him.

“Derek, come on,” Stiles whines as Derek lets himself fall face-first onto the couch, groaning when he hits the soft cushions. “You’re gonna have to stop doing this some time soon.”

“I’m just working,” he mumbles, the words muffled by fabric. Stiles snorts and Derek feels the couch dip down next to his waist as Stiles sits down, his hand absentmindedly brushing over Derek’s side.

“You’re overworking,” Stiles says, voice soft and fond as his fingers trail up Derek’s neck, carding through his hair. Derek just hums something back, sinking deeper into the cushions as Stiles continues working his magic fingers, gently pressing into Derek’s skin as he moves them back to his shoulders.

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By Organization for Transformative Works

From a prompt by @hoppinwildely

Judy knew it was courteous to wait, but she was so hungry, and the cucumbers had just the right amount of seasoning, and there was enough here that she ought to be able to stretch it out for the whole meeting.

Still, she was halfway through her salad before there was a touch of familiar presence at her side, and she looked over to see Nick Wilde grinning down at her progress.

“You said noon.”

Judy made a salad-muffled noise of surprise and protest and hopped off her patio seat to hug him hello. Nick raised his own food clear of her ears.

“Okay, Carrots. Okay. Not even going to let me eat my own lunch first?”

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And Long Past Midnight - Chapter 11

TITLE: And Long Past Midnight


RATING: M, sexual content, language.

GENRE(S): Tom Hiddleston/OFC RPF, Romance, Drama

SUMMARY: Syd Martin is structured, organized, and almost always working. When she spends an off-night in a way she usually wouldn’t, in the company of a man that she never dreamed she could, Syd finds that her actions hold consequences long past midnight.  

NOTES/WARNINGS: This is not a drill. I am actually posting the next chapter. I am also already working on the next. No promises, but I’m hoping it will be up much sooner than this one. This was a real challenge to write (and re-write) so an feedback is very welcome and wanted.

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“If you look at your watch one more fucking time, I will light you on fire.”

My head snaps up from checking the time for probably the fifth time in a quarter hour. I look first to Jules who is leaning against one of the prep counters, chewing his fingernails like they owe him money. His gaze is murderous, so I glance to Mary for confirmation.

“How long?” I ask.

“He quit two days ago. He’d probably ‘light you on fire’ so that he could smoke you.”

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