such a busy day at work


Prompt: Hey can you write something fluffy with Bucky? His fiancé is starting to have doubts about things between them cause she’s just a normal girl that works in retail? She thinks he deserves better like Natasha or a shield agent. But he reassures her and gets Natasha’s help doing something cute for her?

Word count: 2975

A/N: Fluffy relationship Bucky is my favorite Bucky xx I’m hoping to get more up soon!!

Originally posted by little--batman

You’d met Bucky a year ago in the small cafe you worked in, the same one you’d worked at since you were sixteen and you had no reason not to love your job. You loved talking to the regulars, people whose orders you had memorized and had ready the second they walked in. You loved meeting people from all walks of life; wealthy business owners constantly on the phone debating their next deal, tired mothers who just needed a caffeine fix to get through the day, broke college students looking for a cheap food option between the expensive restaurants that New York city offered. 

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I Want To Write You A Song - Harry Styles Imagine (Part 19)

Part 18

You and Harry were now in London and Harry was super busy. He had interviews and rehearsals the last few days. You had been staying at his house pretty much all day, which wasn’t completely a bad thing because you had been working on some songs, but you were getting a little annoyed at being alone. 

Ever since your time in Chesire, you two had been sort of a distant. You were messing around with some arrangments on the piano, when your phone rang. It was Ed Sheeran, you smiled and quickly answered it. 

“Hello, who this?” You smirked. 

“Don’t be such a smart ass,” he laughed. 

“Well, I mean it’s not my fault that one of my best friends hasn’t called me in like forever,” you said. 

“I’ve been busy,” he said. 

“Yeah, you and everyone else,” you mumbled. 

“So, I know that you’re in London and I have a few days off from the tour and I was wondering if you wanted to get in the studio for a bit,” he said. “I’ve been working on this song and I really think it needs your touch on it and maybe… once we’re done with it, we can record it for your album.” 

“Uh, sure, when do you want to do that?” You asked. 

“Tomorrow, okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah, that’ll work,” you smiled. 

“Great, see you then, “ he said. 

“Okay, bye,” you said. 

Right when you ended the call, the front door opened up and Harry walked in. Usually, when Harry came home, he would yell out for you to find out where you were, but this time he was slient and walked right into the kitchen to grab a water. 

You walked out of the Music Room and into the kitchen and stood in the doorway. 

“Hey,” you said softly. 

“Oh, hey,” he said leaning up against the counter. 

“How was your day?” You asked. 

“Good, but I’m exhuasted,” he said. 

“Are you hungry? I could order us some dinner and maybe put on a movie?” you smiled. 

“Actually, I already ate dinner with the band. We went out after rehearsals and now I’m probably just going to go to bed, but you can order whatever you like,” he said. 

“Oh, okay,” you nodded. “Um, I’m not sure what you have going on tomorrow, but I’m going to working on a new song with Ed at the studio, and if you have a few spare minutes, I’d loved for you to be there.” 

“Oh, yeah, what time?” He asked. 

“I’m meeting him around 9 and we’ll just be in the studio however long it takes us to write the song and record it,” you said. 

“Okay, sounds great,” he smiled finishing his water. “Well, I’m going to bed.” 

You nodded as he kissed your forehead and went upstairs to the room. 

You sighed as you went over to the take out menus, yet again and ordered yourself some dinner. 


The next day, Harry was already up and gone by the time you had gotten up to get ready and head to the studio. You got some breakfast at a coffee shop nearby and went into the studio. 

Ed was already there when you walked in. “Hey,” you smiled. “I brought breakfast.” 

“You know the way to my heart,” he joked. 

You laughed and sat down at the table. 

“So, how’s everything been?” He asked grabbing a coffee from you. 

“It’s been… good,” you said. 

“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” he said. 

“I wasn’t trying to be,” you sighed. 

“What’s up?” He asked. 

“A lot,” you sighed. “Harry and I… well, we’ve been a little on edge with each other lately.” 

“It’s probably just because he’s busy with the single release,” he said. 

“It was before that,” you said. “The entire time we were in Chesire, we practically fought every day. And ever since he mentioned about moving back to London, it’s been different between us.” 

“He didn’t ask you?” He asked. 

“No, that’s the thing, he did ask me to move here with him, but I don’t know…” you sighed. 

“I get it, it’s a huge move,” he said. “But I’m sure you two will figure it all out.” 

“I hope so,” you said. “I asked him to stop by today, but I don’t know if he’ll have time.” 

“He’ll make time,” Ed said. “He really wants you to make this album and he’s your number one supporter, next to me, so he’ll be here.” 

“We’ll see,” you said. 

You two then started working on a song and a few hours later, the lyrics were written and the song was finished. You were just about to start recording it after running through some practice takes, but you took a quick break to call Harry. 

You stepped outside the studio and called his number. The phone rang and rang before going to voicemail. 

“Uh, hey, Harry, it’s me. Um Ed and I are still at the studio. We’ve finished the song and now we’re I’m gonna work on the recording for the album. I’d uh.. I’d really like it if you’d stop by, even if it’s just for like five minutes, but uh… I guess if I don’t see you here, I’ll see you at home,” you said before hanging up. 

You went back into the studio and put on the headphones. You look up at Ed and he gives you a nod. The slow piano music starts and you wait for the cue to come. 

“I can’t call you a stranger, but I can’t call you. I know you think that I erased you. You hate me, but I can’t hate you. And I won’t replace you,” you sang softly into the micrphone. 

“Tell me how to feel about you now. Tell how to feel about you now. Oooh, let me know. Do I suffocate or let gooo?” 

You got to the bridge of the song and closed your eyes as you sang. “You keep me up with your slience. Take me down with your quiet. Of all the weapons you fight with. Your slience is the most violent.” 

You finished the rest of the song and once you hear the music cut off, you looked at Ed and the producer. “So, how was it?” You asked nervously. 

“Fucking amazing,” Ed said. “I’ve got chills, Y/N. Bloody chills.” 

You blushed. “Was it really that good?” 

“Yes, when are you going to realize that you’re better than good?” He asked. 

“Good question,” you laughed. “So, do you think that take is good enough, or should we go again?” 

“I think it’s perfect,” Ed said. “You can listen back to it if you want and then decide.” 

“Sounds good,” you said walking out of the booth. 

The producer messes with a few of the switches before the song starts playing. You couldn’t help but smile as you listened and realized that it was you and you sounded damn good. By the end of the song, you actually had teared up a bit. 

“Wow,” you smiled. “It is perfect.” 

“So, do we officially have the first song of your album recorded?” Ed asked. 

“Yeah, I think we do,” you smiled. 

Ed smiled and hugged you. “I’m so fucking proud of you. You’re like my baby sister,” 

“We’re the same age,” you laughed. 

“Details,” he joked. 

“Here, I burned you a copy and sent you a copy of the file to your email,” the producer said handing you a cd. 

“Thanks,” you said taking it. 

“Look, I know you’re upset that Harry wasn’t here, but I’m sure he just got caught up,” Ed said. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. 

“But hey, play that for him tonight and tell him to text me what he thinks,” Ed smiled. 

“Sure thing,” you said. “Thanks for this, it means a lot that you were able to do this today.” 

“Of course, I’m glad we were able to be in the same place at the same time,” he said. 

You nodded and gave him another hug before heading back to Harry’s house. On the way there, you tried calling Harry, but it went straight to voicemail. You sighed walking back to his house and when you got there, his car wasn’t in the driveway. 

You unlocked the door and went inside. You placed your bag on table and went upstairs to the bedroom. You noticed that Harry’s gym bag was out and there were dirty clothes in the hamper. You were confused because those weren’t there when you left. You shrugged it off and went downstairs. 

You decided that you were going to cook a nice dinner for you and Harry that night. You went down to the kitchen and grabbed some things to cook. You turned on the stove and started chopping up some vegetables to make a quick little stir fry. 

Once everything was pretty much done, you changed into something a little nicer and grabbed some flowers and candles that were in the house and set them around the table. You grabbed the copy of the cd with your song on it and put it in the stereo to play once Harry got home. 

You brought the plates over to the table and poured some wine and sat down waiting for him to come home. 

Three hours. Three hours passed until Harry finally came home. The food was completey ruined now. The candles had burned out and both glasses of wine were gone thanks to you. 

Harry walked into the dining room and saw you sitting there finishing off the rest of the bottle of wine. 

“Did you have someone over?” He asked. 

“No,” you shook your head. “But I was expecting someone.” 

“Oh, who?” He asked. 

“You,” you said. 

“We had dinner plans?” He asked. 

“No, we didn’t. I just decided to make dinner for the two of us since you were super busy today,” you said. “So, how was your day?” 

“It was good,” he said. “I had some time off, so I went to the gym and then I met some of the London crew for dinner. If I had known you were making dinner, I would have stayed home.” 

“You went to the gym? And out for dinner?” You asked. 

“Yeah, after rehearsals, I felt like getting in a good workout, so I stopped by the gym,” he said. “I came back home to change and you weren’t here, so I figured you didn’t want to come to dinner.” 

You got up from your chair and grabbed the dishes off the table and practically threw them into the sink. 

“Woah, Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked. 

“What’s wrong? The fact that you have to ask that is what’s fucking wrong!” You said. 

“Look, I’m sorry about the dinner,” he sighed. “I hadn’t seen this group of friends for a while, so when they asked to meet up, I went.” 

You shook your head. “This isn’t about the dinner,” you said. “Did you check any of your messages today?” 

“No, not really,” he said. 

“Wow,” you said. 

Angry tears were starting to form in your eyes. 

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked. 

“I stood here twenty four hours ago telling you about what I would be doing today and you said that you would come and you didn’t. When you didn’t show up, I just assumed that you were busy with work, but no, you went to the fucking gym! The Gym, god, I’m so glad that you getting a workout in, is more important to you, than I am,” you shouted. 

“What are you talking about?” He asked. “And why are you getting so upset? Yes, I went to the gym because I wanted to have some time for myself.” 

You walked over and grabbed the cd case and shoved it against his chest. “Why don’t you listen to that and figure it the fuck out,” you said before walking up to the bedroom and slamming the door shut. 

anonymous asked:

I work in a restaurant, it's Mother's Day weekend and we're super busy and crazy understaffed. We had 6 servers including the bar tender. We have to start a wait list, I had 3 couples yell at me because we are on a wait and "there are open tables everywhere." One man went off on me and I just sat there saying "yep." Over and over to him and he didn't get the hint that yelling at the hostess is never the solution to the problem. There's nothing I can do about it. I can't just overload the servers

anonymous asked:

How about s/o being happily married to Gabriel and is devastated by his death and about a year later Reaper confronts them, hoping that s/o will want him back? A lot of emotions and NSFW (not non-con) please.


There was never a time that you were happier than when you became Gabriel Reyes’s spouse. You were used to all the time he spent working, always waiting for him to come home with open arms and a smile on your face; happy to help him relax at the end of a frustrating day. 

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anonymous asked:

did the people u know who were there turn up okay ???

yeah, i’ve been contacting them throughout the day and getting news through my family and most of the people are alright (physically) can’t account for mental trauma, there were kids I know in the arena. Hopefully they can work through it with the help and support of people around them and it doesn’t impact their mental health and development, but otherwise there weren’t any massive tragedies in my immediate family thankfully.

anonymous asked:

T has a zero tolerance policy for perceived disrespect to her work and business - see reason for Tayvin breakup - and that was just an innocuous comment, imagine her reaction to having to hire and teach choreo to 3 people in 30 days with how busy she was

I get the feeling she simultaneously can’t take criticism and basically is her own biggest critic.  Interesting combo.   

*FYI, for readers, refresher on the alleged reason for Tayvin breakup:

TalesFromYourServer: Your knives are too sharp!

Hello everyone !

This is my first time posting, and I’m in mobile please forgive me if the formatting is off.

So let’s get started, I work in my parents cafe/bakery, and we are located in very wealthy part of so cal. I’ve been working here since I was about 12 and started as the dishwasher, now 10 years later I worked my way up to manager. So you could say I’ve seen it all…

Anyways this happened to me about 2 months ago, but I just found this sub.

So it’s Sunday, 11 am prime brunch time. The dining room is packed and we have a pretty decent wait, which is not unusual for that time of day. ( I would like to say this is a order at the counter and we give you a number kinda place, only unusual thing is that you pay after your meal.)

Anyways I’m busy taking orders ( I pretty much just help with any position that needs help) and here comes in this middle aged lady that I’ll call ML. I take her order no problem (besides her complaining about the prices the whole time), give her her number and ask her to have a seat. Everything so far is fine, until the moment I bring her food.

Now she ordered a Croque-Madame. And because of this anyone who orders one of these we give a steak knife too as it is easier to cut with (butter knives would not do the job). So I bring her the food drop it off and set on my way. Not 30 seconds do I hear a yelp coming from her table. I look back and see her gesturing to me.

And this is what follows:

Me: “What can I do for you mam?”

ML: “I cut myself with you knife ! It’s too sharp!”

Me: “ I’m sorry to hear that, I’ll get you a new knife, and would you like a band-aid?”

This is where she proceeds to show me a ¼ inch paper cut looking cut… but I’m nice so I apologies turn to go get a band aid and new knife.

As I get back she says:

ML: “ Put the band-aid on my finger!”

Me: “Mam I’m sorry, but I can’t do that”

ML: “Well why not ?!”

Me: “…”

At this point I’m at a loss and don’t know what to say, and our cafe is pretty small so almost every other table is witnessing this.

But before I could even think she says this:

ML: “Well at least I will be comped for this meal”

Me:“ I’m sorry but I will not be giving you a free breakfast.”

ML: “Why not ?! If your knives weren’t so sharp this would never have happened! I will not pay for this! Let me talk to your manager!”

Me:“ I am the manager how may I help you.”

ML: “ What do you mean you…”

As she was cut off by one of my daily customers who told her “your joking right? Knives are sharp they are meant to cut things! All you want is a free breakfast! Now stop making a scene !”

Needless to say that shut ML up and she ate her meal paid and left, even left me a nice tip.

Sometimes I don’t know what goes through people’s minds. But anyways I have a ton of stories that I hope to share.


By: Daft_Tony

A “Lovely” Day

It had been a long day for Alexander- a terribly long day. Not only had work been rough on him, but his car had also broken down and he had to walk home on a busy New York street as pellets of ran fell down on him. Of course, he did expect to come home to a loving son who would hug him the moment he walked in the door- but, no, his wishes were not heard. Philip, his somehow loving son, had fallen asleep on the couch with his unfinished homework spilled everywhere. This day is surely going to hell.


Got asked into my boss’s office today for a chat. I have been skipping my 8:30 morning “status” meetings, that were presented to me as an open forum to discuss blockers and issues, and was called on it. He informed me that they’re important and I needed to attend. Since he doesn’t attend himself, I figured he wasn’t aware of the giant waste of time it is, so I informed him.

First of all, those aren’t status meetings. Status meetings are actually productive. Questions relevant to the small group get answered. Thing get worked out. People are informed.

This “status” meeting is nothing more than roll call. It’s a systematic control invented by big business to intimidate their cogs into spinning at the exact same time. Producing only the same series of useless events daily to arrive at only one goal.

One of these useless events is barking what you’re working on that day when you’re asked to speak even though anyone it matters to knows this. Another is having a conversation with another person about a thing that only matters to the two of you while twenty other people listen when you could have done that offline individually. Also, reminding a couple of people of an event happening that day like you’re the human form of fucking Outlook. Or, informing the entire group that you have zero information to provide and you’re just making noise because your name was called. To name a few.

All for the purpose intimidating you through repercussion to make you attend, or, shame you if you do not. It isn’t status, that is roll call. When your name is called, you bark to signify you are there. That is the only outcome that matters, apparently.

So, I told him I didn’t think it was all that important to show up for roll call. We’re professionals that are completely capable of getting our jobs done even if we don’t start at that exact moment when our workstream really doesn’t demand it. We are also capable having conversations and working out issues outside of a large gathering. He looked at me a little perplexed and a bit angry. We’re busy and he doesn’t like people wasting our time either. Then said he’d go talk to the moderator of this “status” meeting.

Long story short, even though I haven’t been in elemetary school for 30 years, I have to make sure I go in tomorrow and raise my hand when my name is called so teacher knows I’m there.

anonymous asked:

Do you still have that post with interview tips on? I've got a big interview on Wednesday and I'm really nervous!

i’m not sure if this is what you were referring to but i hope it helps! 
my other tips are that the first question they’re probably going to ask is ‘tell me about yourself’ which initially seems like a very easy question to answer, but don’t just blabber about yourself actually cater your answer to how to can contribute to the org/company/business/etc you wish to work for and what past experience you’ve had to assist in their goals etc. 
then at the end when they ask if you have any questions, actually have questions 1-2 good ones will usually suffice. for everyone, depending on the place, these questions will be different. since i’ve interviewed/worked for most political or gov’t jobs my go-to (as of recently) has been: what has the work environment been like post-election, but some stock go-tos are: describe a typical work day or what important qualities do you seek from employees/interns/etc. 
but bring a water bottle, a notebook and confidence, don’t forget to smile (and don’t forget to read over your resume beforehand) good luck!!!

Okay so quick life update. I just finished my first year at college a few days ago. Super crazy year full of intense mental breakdowns and a lot of growing up. I also moved into an apartment. But as of now I am back home for the summer with my parents. So it’s been really busy and I’m still working on the playlist and the giveaway. I think the giveaway will definitely be happening in about a month. And regarding the playlist please send me any and all suggestions you have! I hope you are all doing well, and if you have finals coming up I hope you crush them! And if anyone has recently graduated I offer immense support and I’m so proud of you.

Back in Business

Apologies for suddenly vanishing for a couple of days, a combo of mental health and getting used to my new job has made writing/posting/anything that’s not sleeping kinda tricky. I am working on getting back into things, starting with catching up on editing the podcast, so hopefully that’ll be back up and running tomorrow if things go as planned :)

And, most importantly, lots of fic hopefully coming your way ASAP. I’ve had some AWESOME prompts lately soooo…. >w> mwuhahaha. And obviously cam boy! Lucien + Ptsd!Cassian are always close to my heart :P

x thanks for sticking with me, and being so wonderful for cheering up and helping when I’m being a nutcase :)

can you tell that i can’t concentrate on work or anything else because i’m too busy thinking about seeing amber a few days ago and how wonderful and beautiful she is

Sorry for the lack of updates

Things are really busy and tiring with work right now so I’ve not been able to fill the queue. Hopefully I’ll be back to regular updates by next week.

See you soon and have a moe day ♡

((Hey so I’ve noticed a lot of artists are following me so I just wanted to tell you all that whatever you draw or write is really top notch and your work is gorgeous and you should keep working hard at what you do (remember to take breaks tho) because you’re gonna be INCREDIBLE some day))

((Also I apologise for not updating much. I’m trying to catch up with the last load of uni work and it’s taken all the energy out of me. I’ll be back to business by the 27th though.))

MY mind is reeling and it will take me at least one (1) business day to get over the finale but all that’s stuck in my head currently is that Maggie said “Excuse me?” because she thought she couldn’t possibly be hearing right because who would want to spend the rest of their life with her and who would love her enough to do that and how could someone as amazing as Alex be That Person™. And Alex’s poor gay soul is like ‘fuck that wasn’t romantic at all and now she’s not gonna say yes and how do proper proposals work I’ve never enjoyed those movies’ so she adds 'Please’ to try to smooth it over and there’s desperation in her voice and damn my brain and heart are broken

anonymous asked:

Quick question: how long do you plan to make the Tfaf fic? Just because I know the last big fic was still pretty recent and I care about chu mwah

Oh no you’re such a sweetheart! It’s so nice that you care about me but please don’t worry :)
I’m enjoying myself very much writing tfaf (except for when I’m stuck in an existential crisis over all that porn but every writer has those moments). And of course it’s challenging to write every single day but right now I can still juggle everything just fine.
I’m working hard on my time management to make room for my writing during the busy semester but if it gets too much I’ll catch a break and take care of myself, promise :)

And to answer your question … I have no idea how long tfaf will be, I take it one part at a time tbh :D but I wanted to cover all of Eren’s heat and maybe a lil bit extra … we’ll see how that pans out in the end :)

  • Me: So, I've been at my parents' place for a few days longer than I intended bc they've needed help with outdoors errands, but today I can finally go back home and—
  • Mom: Oh yeah, I'm taking the car! I have some business downtown and I'll be back around three, so how about you go paint the patio and wash the windows while I'm gone?
  • Me:

22•5•17 – sick days

I went home sick from school today after my theater research presentation on Japanese Noh Theater. I took a nap and now I’m trying to finish up some work for the next few days. Namely a French IOP, a Chemistry IA proposal, a Math IA proposal, a History IA draft, Extended Essay Research, studying for a Chemistry test on bonding, a TOK essay, and the third part of a mock Director’s Notebook for Theater. (Also I have exams next week??)

I guess you could say I’m a busy girl.

3/100 days of productivity