One day Frank Langdon decides his behavior towards Mel King is inappropriate, and he needs to change this, because there’s a golden band still choking his ring finger, and Dana has noticeably started raising her eyebrows whenever he mentions Mel when she’s not around.
He decides it might be hard to avoid her, at least physically, so he’s going to use his words instead. It’s a dumb idea when he first considers it, but if there’s any way he can somehow hide the glow of her, he’s desperate to try it.
So, Mel approaches him with a medical question, and he answers truthfully, and there’s nothing that different about it until she says, “Thank you, Dr. Langdon.”
And Frank, after an exhale, says, “You’re welcome, King.”
“Did you just call me King?”
Frank forces himself to look at her, swallowing hard at how she peers up at him through her glasses. “Yeah?”
“Oh. Um, why?”
It shouldn’t need an explanation, he thinks. Everyone else calls each other by their last names. And if he calls Mel by hers, it lumps her in with the other residents—a group he’d safely describe as dull. It’s not an insult; their existence just isn’t the persistent spark lingering in the corner of his vision all the time. He needs Mel to be dull.
But he doesn’t say that because he can’t.
He stumbles through a, “Just trying something new,” before shuffling away.
He glances back because he can’t help himself, and she’s smiling, glowing brighter somehow with a fresh red bloom in her cheeks.
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Sam walked onto the porch, leaning on the railing beside Colby.
“You okay? You just kind of vanished.” The man beside him sighed, wiping tears from his eyes. “Colby?” He looked at his friend in worry.
“I’m okay… There's just a lot going on in there right now. I needed some peace and quiet for a bit.” Colby sat down on the floor, crossing his legs and leaning against the railing.
“Do you want me to leave?” He crouched down and looked his friend in the eyes sincerely.
“No. Stay.” Sam smiled and fully sat down next to him, putting an arm around his shoulder carefully. “Thank you.” Colby put his head down on Sam’s shoulder, closing his eyes and sighing softly.
“Of course man.” He pressed a kiss to Colby’s temple before closing his eyes too. Both of them just enjoying the peace of birds chirping and the light breeze.
Thanks to my husband and the greentext that he showed me which inspired this :)
Wolfstar workplace AU, fresh off the presses!
750(ish) words, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Wolfstar, workplace romance, boss/employee (not for long hehe)
Remus feels his heart drop when his boss calls him into his office and tells him to shut the door. Like any employee who does his best not to cause trouble, he automatically assumes he’s going to be fired. A reasonable reaction, he thinks, but for what reason he cannot put his finger on.
Sure, he’s got rheumatic joints that keep him at home and working from his laptop a few times a months, but Sirius never seems to mind. Then there’s how much tea he drinks. Perhaps, he’s overindulged on the complimentary leaves on offer in the office? Or, and he loathes to think this one might be it, his boss has finally gotten sick of his ogling.
Remus will be the first to admit that Sirius is… fucking stunning. Curly black hair that is more reminiscent of a popstar than a CEO, cheekbones that could cut, a face card which not only doesn’t decline, but probably has unlimited credit, too, and that bloody walk. Sirius Black is all sinew and attraction, and Remus, gangly and scarred as he is, likes the bloke.
It’s almost shameful.
Almost being the key word because everyone stares at Sirius Black, not just Remus. It's impossible not to.
So, when he stumbles over the leg of a chair before he sits down, who is he to blame when he gets caught up in the worried look on Sirius’ face?
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, thank you. Sorry.”
Sirius chuckles.
“No need. I have… an odd proposition for you, do you have a few minutes?”
Remus, who is not prone to optimism, wonders if all of his dreams are about to come true because who says something like that? An odd proposition? Sirius even sits on the edge of his desk and crosses his arms, looking for all the world like a man about to eat him alive.
Which is, perhaps, why the next statement makes Remus head hurt, not just his joints.
“You can’t work here anymore, Remus.”
“Excuse me?”
Sirius’ grin drops just a bit, and then he settles into the chair next to Remus, hands out to placate him, which is fair. Remus can feel his face heating up. As much as he can talk about the reasons he could get fired, Remus knows he doesn't deserve to be.
Does the man want to get punched? Because as Sirius doesn’t elaborate further, Remus can feel his fist tightening, no matter how much it hurts to do so.
“Listen…" Sirius starts, slowly, "I think we both know how we feel about each other, yeah? And despite running this rubbish company, I can’t break the rules anymore than you can so, if we want to be together, which I very much do, then one of us needs to abandon ship. I’d quit, but I quite like the thought of taking care of you.”
An entirely new indignation lights up within Remus at the thought of being taken-care-of, but he then recalls the part where Sirius, out of what feels like nowhere, has admitted to wanting to be with him.
“Are you asking me to be your sugar baby?” Is what, unfortunately, leaves his mouth instead of a reasonable question that might hinge less on insane.
Sirius wobbles his palm.
“We don’t have to call it that. More like… I fear if I don’t give you the axe you’ll ignore me entirely,” Sirius explains, and Remus has never seen the man self-conscious before, “Which of course, you can tell me to fuck right off, and we’ll pretend this conversation never happened-”
“Sirius,” Remus interrupts, feeling a resolve settle in him that came entirely with his attraction being reciprocated, “Why don’t you take me on a date first? I mean, It’s not like it’s really dating until we’ve done more than one, then I can decide the rest, yeah?”
Grinning like a madman, Sirius gets up and clambors for the phone on his desk, his secretary picking up from outside the office.
“I need dinner reservations for two at that dairy-free place in Soho. No, I don’t care what you have to- thanks, Mary.”
Remus chuckles.
“How did you know I was lactose intolerant?”
Sirius shrugs, shoves his hands in his pockets and looks for all the world like he’s a teenager kicking rocks.
“You never put milk in your tea, I've certainly never seen you bring anything other than soup for lunch, and you rarely eat the pastries I bring in unless it's the macarons with jelly filling.”
And Remus, for all his blustering about the quantity of dates and his pride that sits deep within him, knows this is going to be his last day at the company. So, why not kiss the boss and go out with a bang? Or, much, much later, one hell of a decent shag?
