#should i have made my number 5 fixation the fifth item on the list? yes

[avocado-frog]

5 things I never get tired of writing (tag)

I got tagged by @365runesoftheamalgamations who seems VERY lovely. Hello thank u :)

(but it's 1:00 AM and brain does not think coherently)

Rules: share 5 things I never get tired of writing, be it a trope, theme, character, phrase, or any other aspect of storytelling I will forever find enjoyable

Horror Dahlia was SO fun and as soon as I'm done writing rosemary you bet the next project is going to be like that was. I just like putting my little guys through situations

Sibling characters The found family trope gets me. I could go on forever about this funny little guys in my head

Giving them animals sometimes I think that they deserve little animals. Ryan gets a cat in dahlia/rosemary, Jaxon gets a rat, Leo gets a cat by extension, Elliot gets a little family of bunnies, Dylan gets lizard, it's all fantastic

The number five If I have to make something a specific number, it will almost always end in a five. I have. a fixation on the number 5 This was really inconvenient when I made the character's birthdays AND when I make the chapter titles since they're all dates. I had to physically restrain myself from making EVERYONE 15 just because it's a Good number

Flower symbolism as obvious foreshadowing Call me what you will, a nerd, but I will DIE on my flower symbolism hill. There's one for every character, the stories are based on flowers, I sometime sprinkle in little flowers during important moments, it's good to have a theme going -Forget-me-nots symbolize true love + devotion, and also the whole memory thing lol -Dahlias symbolize commitment, black dahlias represent betrayal (which I'm choosing to associate both Jaxon Leo fights with) -Rosemaries symbolize remembrance. more memory stuff -The first Jaxon + Leo fight, Jaxon steps on a wolfsbane, which symbolizes danger apparently -Dreamworld Dylan is planting a red spider lily. Meaning is abandonment, death, and separation. This was going to be Dylan's flower (theirs is the iris now lol) this is symbolism for the rest of real Dylan's arc Logan- cymbidium Leo- rose Cass- sunflower Kai- peony Lily- gladiolus Jaxon- zinnia Marcy- hyacinth Dylan- iris Ryan- asphodel Sam- marigold Elliot- lily of the valley

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[ladyofmaidensandwine]

9 to 5

A request by @herfalsegod

“Hey, hon! I’ve been obsessed with Dean Smith, would you consider writing something for him?”

Absolutely, darling, Dean Smith really just satisfies all my normal life Dean fantasies, and who doesn’t fancy the business suit?

Characters: Dean Smith, Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader is a no-nonsense, business-oriented woman. Her boss is less concerned with protocol, and entirely too stubborn. Dean Smith has but one goal in mind- finally get his assistant to go out with him.

Wordcount: 2,107

                        You clock in for work with a smile and a nod to the secretary by the time cards, offering polite greetings as you hurry through your morning routine. You’ve been working for Sandover Bridge and Iron Inc. going on four years now, having climbed the ladder from secretary to personal assistant quickly, and you loved your job. Your life was built on routines and schedules, and you thrived when organizing the chaos of the world into manageable lists and calendars, helping your boss, Dean Smith, do the same. 

                     By nine in the morning, your tea is steeped to perfection, you’ve got your laptop running, and you’re already working on clearing the list of daily tasks. You have a reputation for handling the complicated things, known as a great negotiator and a woman with a one-track mind, kind but focused, and you have earned your seat at the table with the company’s higher-ups. They count on you to make ideas reality, to take care of the issues and details they don’t have time for, and to be on top of everything going on in the company so that you can ensure it runs as smoothly and efficiently as possible. Dean Smith was the sort of man with an ambitious drive but a scattered mind, meaning you had to pick up the pieces to keep his momentum going steady. He’d always been a fair and polite man towards you, but as his assistant, you’d gotten to look behind the curtains, and knew he wasn’t as business-only as he appeared.

               “Good morning, Mr. Smith. Your coffee, Sir.” You greet him, stepping into his office. Dean offers a quick smile, and you wait patiently for his call to end. “Morning, Y/N. Looking lovely as always. How many times do I gotta tell you to just call me Dean. We’ve been working together going on two years now.” Dean chides. “A few more times at least, Sir. You’ve got Andrea from Delaware’s architecture in ten, I’ve made a file for you to look over. She’s going to try to sell you on the price cut, but the long-term expense isn’t worth it, so either compromise on the royalties or no deal.” You advise, handing Dean a thick folder you’ve compiled on what angle to take with the negotiation and the relevant statistics. “Thanks, Y/N. What would I do without you?” Dean grins. “Probably spiral downwards.” You say with a sly smile. “What else is on the agenda?” He asks, sipping his coffee. “Your sister is dropping by for lunch, I’ve already got it on standby at the cafe on mainstreet, you have two more meetings, tech service at one and marketing at two, and I have a few things for you to look other whenever you’re ready. Oh, and a Lisa Braeden called, should I send a message?” “No, no, I’ll talk to her. Ex-girlfriend.” Dean explains. “Ah. Anything else I can do for you?” You offer. “Actually, yeah, mind joining the meeting? You know these numbers better than me.” Dean shrugs. “Of course, let me forward the phones first and I’ll let Andrea in.” You nod.

                  “Y/N, you are a life saver.” Dean says, sighing as he slumped into his chair. You smile wryly, shaking your head. “It’s just maths, Mr Smith.” You raise a brow, grabbing the files and the signed deal to put it in the neatly organized system you have. “Says you. Say, Y/N, you free for lunch?” He asks. “I am, but you’re not. Jo?” You remind him. Dean’s face falls slightly. “Tomorrow, then?” “I can schedule it in. We can go over the marketing data for this quarter.” You agree. Dean smirks to himself, but doesn’t say anything as you walk back out to your desk.

               “Jo.” You smile at the blonde as she walks over, waiting for you to tell Dean she’s arrived for lunch. “Hey, Y/N! ‘S been a while!” She smiles. “Too long. Please take your brother to lunch, I can’t work with him calling me in for every little thing.” You plead, joking like the pair of you always do. You and Jo had been fast friends, bonding over making fun of Dean, though she’s just as quick to tease you about the crush she thinks you have on her brother. “In that case I’d better steal him away quick.” Jo winks. You lead her to the office doors, Dean smiling the moment he sees you, and standing up to greet Jo.

                 “Don’t you take a lunch break, Y/N?” He asks as they walk by. “Mhm. I’ve got chicken tikka masala to heat after I finish filing these records.” You nod. Dean frowns slightly, but lets Jo lead him away.

                If there’s one thing about Dean you admire, it’s his persistence. The man truly didn’t give up- the company leaders agreed, giving him more projects to take on quickly. You hadn’t known that it would be a quality invested in you, however. Dean had flirted with you when you’d first started working together, but you’d made it clear that you weren’t going to put your position in jeopardy, and he’d seemed to drop the subject, though the occasional comment about your outfit or a patented Dean Smith lady-killing smile was unavoidable. Since he’d broken up with Lisa, Dean had returned his attentions to you, though his approach was far more sincere than the first time. 

               You remind yourself that no matter how charming he is, he’s technically your boss, and you can’t risk losing your job, not when you’ve worked so hard to climb the corporate ladder. You admit to yourself that it’s a difficult task, pretending Dean’s affectionate gestures didn’t leave you flustered. He truly was sweet- a bouquet of peonies, your favourite flower, on your desk one morning, lunch and tea from your go-to cafe, odd trinkets now and then. You asked him once about the random items he left for you, and his response was that he’d seen them and had been reminded of you, your heart flipping in your chest. Damn that Dean Smith, him and all his endearing qualities.

                “Hey, Y/N, I heard about this new restaurant down on fifth street, sounds pretty great. Maybe this weekend you and I could try it?” Dean offers, smiling hopefully at you. You pointedly ignore Nora from accounting as she stares at the two of you, and give him a gentle smile, shaking your head. “Thank you for the offer, Mr Smith, but I’m busy with these reports.” You reply, his expression falling slightly and tugging at your heart. “Yeah, sure, I get it. I, uh, better get back to it.” Dean says brightly, masking his hurt at the rejection. “I’ll be in with the statistics on customer satisfaction in fifteen minutes, Sir.” You nod, pivoting in your seat and focusing on the documents in front of you. Dean hesitates a moment more before retreating into his office.

                “Y/N!” Nora exclaims the instant he’s out of sight. “I cannot believe you, turning down that man again!” She sighs, shaking her head at you in disappointment. “You can’t tell me he’s not attractive, and he’s such a sweetheart towards you! What on Earth is wrong with you?” Nora demands to know. You pinch the bridge of your nose and swivel in your chair to face her. “Yes, Mr Smith is attractive and very kind, but he is also my boss, Nora, and I’ve worked too hard to lose it all now over a man, no matter how much I fancy him.” You say shortly. Nora is gaping slightly and you frown. “If that’s all, I have work to do.” You dismiss her, going back to the report you’d been reading. What you don’t notice is Dean Smith in the doorway, flushed in pleasant surprise with Nora staring at him wide-eyed.

                    A prompt fifteen minutes later, you walk into Dean’s office, neatly organized reports tucked under your arm. “Mr Smith?” Dean looks up at you, smiling softly. “Those the reports? Thanks, Y/N,” he says as you nod and take a seat, “but it’s Dean.” He adds. You smile wryly, but don’t correct yourself, Dean smirking slightly as he shakes his head. “I’ll start in chronological order from the oldest to the most recent.” You say, opening the first report. “Wait, Y/N, I wanted to ask you something first.” Dean halts you. You look at him quizzically. “I may have... overheard your conversation with Nora.” He admits. Embarrassment courses through you. “I’m so sorry, that was highly unprofessional of me-” “Y/N, you’re not in trouble.” Dean chuckles. “I think it’s fairly obvious that I like you, and I have for some time now. Obvious to everyone including Jo, who threatened to ask you on a date for me if I didn’t do it myself.” He shrugs. You fidget with your wrist-watch, eyes darting away from the warm jade pair fixated on you. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, and if you’re really not ok with me flirting with you, I’ll stop, but I just want to know something.” Dean says, taking a breath. “If you didn’t work for me, would I have a chance? If I wasn’t your boss, and you still worked for Sandover, and I asked you out, would you say yes?” Dean questions. You furrow your brows, looking back at him. “I- I s’pose so, yes. You don’t make me uncomfortable, Dean, I just really can’t risk my career. I do like you.” You confess, looking away again. He grins at you. “What?” “You called me Dean. You always call me ‘Mr Smith’.” He says, still grinning stupidly at you. You balk, thoroughly flustered. “Well, I-” You cut off, unsure what to say. “Why are you asking me questions like this?” “Don’t worry about it. Go ahead with the reports, Y/N.” Dean smirks.

                  A week passes, and while Dean still flirts with you and is just as sweet and attentive as ever, the more obvious gestures are less. You do your best to pretend you haven’t noticed, nor missed, the lack of flowers waiting for you, or some strange object you laugh at but tuck away with a secret smile. Things seem to be normal- meetings, emails, reports, negotiations, business deals, quotas, and gossip, falling back into the routine you cultivated so meticulously. And then, like a stone tossed into a still pond, your life is disrupted, that constant swept away in the current, and none other than Dean Smith is to be held accountable for it.

                 You don’t bother to knock- you knew his schedule, and knew he wasn’t busy. The doors to his office are flung open, and closed just as dramatically while you storm into the room. He has the audacity to look amused, but you’re glaring at him. “What did you do?!” You demand. “What d’you mean, sweetheart?” He asks innocently, but you’re not buying it. “The company’s big-wigs called me into a meeting, Dean. They offered me a job as project manager for the contracting division, huge bonus off the bat.” “That’s amazing, Y/N!” He grins. “Cut the rabbiting, Dean! What did you do? Why? Was I doing something wrong?” You ask, tone significantly quieter. His expression changes, a frown forming. Dean quickly rounds his desk, taking your hands in his. “No, Y/N, c’mon, you’re the best there is. They were looking for someone to fill the position. All I did was recommend you, you got the job on your own.” He assures. “What?” “Yeah, I mean, I’ve told you before, you know the numbers better than me, and you’re one hell of a negotiator despite not being a lawyer.” He shrugs. “Oh.” You say, the anger draining out of you instantly. Dean laughs slightly. “Before you ask, I didn’t give them your name just because I fancy you either. You earned this job, and you’re a smart woman, Y/N, too smart to be an assistant your entire life.” Dean says with a fond smile. You nod your head, taking it all in, a wide smile growing. “But you do fancy me.” You state teasingly. He laughs. “I don’t buy flowers for just anybody, y’know.” He winks. “Well then, Dean Smith, I think there’s celebrating to be had, and I happen to know this restaurant on fifth street. Care to join me, this Friday perhaps?” You offer boldly. Dean’s brows shoot up in surprise. “You’re serious?” “Yes.” “Hell yeah. I’ll pick you up at seven?” “Perfect.” You beam. Before you can walk away, Dean tugs you towards him, leaning in slowly. You meet him halfway, grinning uncontrollably against his soft lips. “It’s a date.”

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