time requested off work

anonymous asked:

Jimini x MaleReader? Like the MR is currently sick with a very high fever, though is super hot summer and Jimini takes care of him, like the good BF he is, though he have to help the MR with everything bc the MR is way to weak do to anything on his own and yeah fluff??

This is cute, I’ll add it to the list right now :) Thank you for requesting

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The Marble Machine

((Not a prompt, just something I felt like writing based off of this video. (Y/F/N) stand for Your Full Name. This also takes place in the GTA!AU. -Mod Kim))

The Marble Machine

Michael Jones only took one day off of work every year. He never requested time off for if he was sick or injured or extra vacation days. Every year he would request a single day off and every year Geoff said yes without thinking much of it. But after five years of Michael being in Geoff’s crew and asking for the same day off every year Geoff is bound to get curious so when Michael came up to Geoff with the customary “time-off” form filled out, Geoff asked about it.

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anonymous asked:

Winter suga in 16 would be very cute!? (i love your art, it`s so nice)

thank you!! i know nothing about winter and i’m not fond of using too much blue in my drawings, so this was considerably challenging! i had fun drawing suga tho ^_^v

Christmas Countdown (3/16)

“I’m working in the fitting room on Christmas Eve and you keep coming over here, it’s been two hours, why are you here?”

Yesterday’s fic here. From the beginning here.

Working retail was a special kind of torture, but someone had to do it. And Emma Swan was every manager’s dream employee. She was a grad student working on a law degree, but since the semester was over, she was available any time. It’s not like she had any reason to request off work. She had no family to speak of, and her friends had all gone home for winter break. Mary Margaret and Ruby had both invited her, but she hadn’t really felt the desire to spend the holiday with a happy family when she didn’t have one. So she spent her free time alone in the apartment she shared with her two friends watching Netflix.

Which is how she ended up working an eight hour shift on Christmas Eve. In the fitting room no less. Talk about being an island. There were maybe three customers in the store and she still had three hours until close. It was going to be a long night.

Speaking of customers, there he was again. The guy had to have come by to try stuff on at least four times and he’d been in the store for over two hours.

He was incredibly attractive (she wasn’t blind) with the startling blue eyes surrounded by long lashes, and dark hair that looked disheveled enough that it looked unintentional, but just barely. He had scruff on his jaw and eyebrows that acted of their own accord when he would grin at her. Which was often.

 He always brought in only a couple things and would leave to return with a completely different ensemble. She didn’t mind on busy days, but she was craving something to do and if he wasn’t going to get something the least he could do was allow her to put it back on the rack. And not keep asking her opinion on everything (she wasn’t necessarily complaining about an excuse to examine him head to toe, but it was still annoying).

“Last time, love, and I swear I’ll stop bothering you,” he said, holding out his hands for her to count his items and give him a number.

“Who said you were?” she asked, suddenly defensive. He wasn’t bothering her necessarily, it’s just that she wanted stuff to do and he wasn’t letting her have stuff to do. Slight irritation at most.

“You don’t realize it, but you’re quite easy to read. Something of an open book.”

She stared after him as he took the plastic number from her fingers. The entire time he was in the changing room she was contemplating what he said. Open book? Hardly. She had learned from foster care and from having her heart broken how not to show emotion and she was good at it.

He emerged from the room and she was a little disappointed he wasn’t wearing a new outfit for her to critique.

“What do you mean open book?” she asked, before he could even open his mouth.

His eyes danced with mischief as he grinned as if she had played right into his hand.

“As I said, you’re easy to read. Don’t be too worried, to the common man you are very much a mystery.

She wasn’t going to admit that she was impressed, but she was impressed. “Well, Detective Holmes, I think you need to work on your observation skills,” she said, and her smile was a little less customer service and a little more on the flirty side. The guy was hot, and Ruby would yell at her if she didn’t take the opportunity.  

“It’s Killian, actually. Killian Jones,” he said, handing her the plastic number. His smile said he definitely knew she was flirting with him.

“So, Killian, why are you out so late? I mean, it’s Christmas Eve, shouldn’t all your shopping be done already?” she asked.

“My life exists in a dull cycle of work and home. Other than the typical gifts for work friends, I don’t have to do much shopping. Which is actually pretty great because I don’t want to break anything when my credit card bill comes in, unlike some people,” he smiled. Emma laughed. She hadn’t realized how close he had gotten until he crossed his arms on top of the podium she was working behind.

“No family you’re close to then?” she blurted out, and she immediately kicked herself afterwards. She hated when people asked her that very same question, and the look on her face must have given her away because he deflected the question as well as she did when she got it.

“That, love, is a conversation better had when you are not on the clock.”

She rolled her eyes at the thinly veiled flirtation. “Is that your way of hitting on me?”

“No, when I kept repeatedly asking your opinion on which jeans looked better, that was my way of hitting on you. This is me asking if you would like to get a drink with me,” he grinned and she felt herself blush because she definitely hadn’t minded critiquing jeans.

Then she realized that he had actually asked her out and she really didn’t know how to respond. Sure she had been to bars a few times to snag the occasional one night stand and had gone on a few blind dates to appease Ruby and Mary Margaret but an actual date where she knew who she would be with before she met them? Not her style. So she did what she always did when faced with anything involving feelings. She resisted.

“I’m at a bit of a disadvantage here, aren’t I? If I say no, you know where I work. You could just keep showing up here and stalk me.”

As she spoke, his smile changed into a more knowing one. “Remember what I said about being an open book? You’ve been hurt before and you’re afraid to trust me,” he said, and she stared at him with an open mouth because it had taken this stranger all of ten seconds to see right through her.

“In any case, you know my name, so you know who to report to the police if I start hanging around you too much. Have a good night, love,” he turned to walk away and something in her told her to stop him.

“Killian, wait,” he turned back to her immediately. “We close at eight. I can meet you at The Rabbit Hole downtown at 9. Do you know it?”

“Aye, I know it. I’ll be the dashing one waiting at the bar.” His words were flirty but his eyes betrayed his obvious joy that she had agreed.

“Wear that black Henley you had earlier. and roll the sleeves up, girls love that,” she grinned, suddenly anxious for her shift to be over.

“You know, I do typically like to know the name of the lovely woman that I intend to get a drink with,” he said.

Now she really couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “My name is Emma. Surely you’ve seen my name tag at least once in the billion times you’ve come in here,” she joked.

He chuckled. “Perhaps I did, in the twelve times I came over,” he emphasized, “But I thought I’d be a gentleman and let you tell me on your own terms. Emma.” She shivered despite the warmth she felt when he said her name.

Her eyes flickered to his lips for split second, but it was enough that he caught it. His tongue came out run across his bottom lip and

“See you tonight,” he said, holding her eyes while he backed away from her slowly, before turning to walk to the registers.


He was right where he said he would be, and she had to admit it was a pleasant surprise. She refused his offer to pay for her drink, just like he refused her offer to accompany him home. He didn’t even kiss her. For that, he waited until New Year. Sometimes clichéd traditions aren’t so bad.

And next Christmas Eve she had a reason to request off work, with a ring on her finger the next day to prove it.

Told my supervisor about surgery.

So awkward, but I’d rather him just know what’s going on versus being all mysterious. The great thing about my job is they have been very understanding whenever I need to adjust my schedule, request time off, or work remote. I had so many changes to talk about today. 

I’m now starting an hour later two days a week because I was feeling way too rushed trying to get home in time. I got the entire week off for surgery without any issues and then can work remote the entire week after (depending on how I feel obviously). And then I got approval to work remote for over FIVE weeks while I’ll be gone this summer because of weddings. It’s easier/cheaper to just go to Minnesota that entire time versus flying twice. 

I was having anxiety thinking about this conversation, but I’m glad it all went okay. Tackling one thing at a time!