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[translatemunson]

and suddenly it’s steve harrington summer. the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the girls are writing ✨ love you babe, thanks for everything!

every second counts

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: [2.3K]

warnings: semi proof-read, no use of y/n, tooth rotting fluff, kinda meet!cute-ish(?), brief talks about insecurity, lots and lots of fluff and idiots liking one another <3

Summary: You and Steve find yourselves wanting more than just free ice cream and small talk—finally you conjure up the courage to get him alone and he wants to make every second count.

His foot anxiously tapped against the sticky ground behind the counter. The black rubber mat meant to prevent slips was caked with milky residue and copious amounts of sprinkles and a plethora of crushed cookies that he knew were going to be forever stuck onto the soles of his Nike’s.

His fingers clumsily hit buttons on the register, ringing up the customer in front of him in a haste eager to get them out of the way so he could finally get to you.

“Here’s your change, have a nice day.” Steve said quickly.

The upbeat customer service voice from the beginning of their interaction competely abandoned as he plopped the loose bill and coins in the patron’s palm, immediately peering past them to meet your eyes with a dopey smile on his face.

“Dude I think you gave me extra—”

“Have a great day!” Steve repeated pointedly through a tight smile, ushering the customer away as they furrowed their brows and exited the shop a dollar and eighty-five cents richer.

“Hey Captain,” You saluted sweetly, eyes drifting up to the sailor hat perched up on his head—he hated the stupid uniform but was slowly coming to terms with it just because it made you smile.

He tipped the hat towards you with a grin, “What can I get for you today? The usual?”

He was already moving smoothly from behind the counter, picking out the freshest waffle cone for you as he reached into the freezer, ice cream scoop in hand lingering over the cookie dough pot.

You hummed happily, watching as he loaded the scoop with enough ice cream to serve two. But he always did that for you—spoiling you with enough sweetness to cause a toothache—but it wasn’t just the sweets he was dishing out.

All you ever had were the three and a half fleeting minutes where small talk wasn’t enough, and even then he had a way of making your cheek hurt with how hard he made you smile and laugh.

Still, though, he hadn’t asked you out just yet. In the multiple times you had come in ordering the same thing, getting to know the handsome sailor a little more, he hadn’t asked you out.

You knew good and well who he was—the Steve Harrington that knew exactly how to charm the ladies—granted he still had the charm, but just lost a beat in his confidence.

It didn’t change the fact that you liked him though, you just wished he’d stop holding back.

He slid the freezer door closed, returning to the register and shaking his head as you attempted to fish out your wallet from your purse. It was routine by now, yet you wouldn’t stop at least trying to pay.

Maybe one day he’d forget about his ‘one free ice cream a day’ employee discount he always saved for you, but today wasn’t that day.

“It’s on the house.” Steve smirked, holding out the sweet treat for you to take.

You sighed dramatically, dropping your wallet back into your purse, fingertips brushing against his as you took the warm cone from his hands and offer him a thankful smile.

“Are you going on break soon?” You chewed on your lip, entirely ignoring the growing line behind you that consisted of impatient kids and equally ignorant teenagers.

“Uh…actually, I’ve still got—”

Before he could finish his devastating sentence, Robin came through the back room doors like she was his your saving grace.

“You can take your fifteen early,” she sing-songed, snatching the dish towel tucked in her apron and wiping up the milky droplets on the edge of the counter. “I’ll steer the ship for a bit.” She assured him with a wink.

You could read the look on her face, something that said ‘you’re welcome dingus, but you totally owe me later.’

Yet Steve hesitates just a beat, looking at you then back at Robin with a hint of uncertainty.

“Are you sure? I can—”

“Dude just go!” she huffed, whacking him with the towel and pushing him out of the way as she took his place at the register and passed you a kind smile, “Hey you.”

Just as much as you’ve gotten to know Steve, you have gotten to know Robin as well. She’s a lingering presence that occasionally joins you and Steve and makes you laugh just as much.

You know she’s perceptive—eyes always studying you and Steve’s little interactions, and you certainly don’t miss the way she giggles to herself when Steve passes you a compliment in the middle of a rush.

She’s more than a little familar to whatever is going on between you and Steve. He talks about you all the time—in the breakroom, outside the breakroom, while they’re lugging out the trash during closing, when he’s driving her home, when she lingers outside the passenger door while he speaks with the windows rolled down—she knows.

It’s why she obliges to let him handle the register, even when he’s shit at counting change and it’s also why she’s letting him take his fifteen minute break earlier than usually—because she can’t stand to see you two play these little games anymore.

“Hey Robin,” you replied warmly, flashing her an apologetic smile, leaning closer you whispered to her, “Swear I won’t keep him for long.”

She dismissed your apology, waving her hand in the air as her hand gently patted your shoulder.

“Keep him as long as you like. I’m pretty sure we’re short on change thanks to him.”

You giggled and shook your head, Steve rounding the counter and clearing his throat to garner your attention that he never lost. You waved bye to her, watching the smile fade from her face the second you fell out of line and a group of rambunctious teenagers begin spewing their order at her.

“Wanna go outside and sit? Somewhere quiet?” He offered realizing the store is packed, and he doesn’t want the one moment he has alone with you to be disrupted by Robin’s peeves and those impatient voices.

“Yes, please.”

You fell into step beside him, appreciating the feel of his hand hovering over the small of your back, leading you through the busy mall towards somewhere less crowded.

His free hand pushed the exit doors of the mall open, fresh air skirting across your exposed skin and finally serene silence engulfing you both. A happy sigh left your mouth as you take a lick of your ice cream, humming again as Steve gestures to a bench allowing you to sit first before he follows.

“So…” His voice unsure of himself, the sticky bottom of his shoe tapping against the hot pavement as his eyes fitted to yours, “How’s your day been going so far?”

You suppressed your giggles around a mouth full of ice cream. The small talk excruciatingly silly and absurd now that you two were finally alone. He mirrors your laughter, eyes closing as he chuckles and rubs a nervous hand over the back of his neck. He means well by the question, even though you both know there’s more intresting things you could talk about for the next fifteen minutes.

“So far so good,” You nodded, “I did some window shopping at the Macy’s but I don’t think I could justify blowing my paycheck on a pair of new shoes.” You straightened out your legs, rolling your ankles to show off your well-loved sneakers.

He nudged your kicks with his own, blowing out a puff of air as he shakes his head at your words. He knows from your fleeting conversations that you work at Hawkins Middle as a teacher’s aid—your sneakers caked with a different kind of mess than his.

Melted crayons, tattered gold stars, dirt, and god knows what else. You like what you do, and often reward yourself after a long day of work to grab a treat, though Steve hopes it’s also partly to see him.

“You should treat yourself, you deserve it.” He said considerately, his hand reaching out nervously to give your jean covered knee a pat.

You can feel the slightest shake in his fingertips even with the fabric in the way. He’s nervous, and even though you can’t fathom yourself being that special to someone, you know it’s because he likes you…truly likes you.

He uses everything in him to make sure he doesn’t make a fool out of himself in front of you. He chooses his words wisely, always watches for your reaction, always on the look out not to manage the impression he’s making, but trying to see if he’s what you like.

You’ve made it evidently clear as day, you feel the same way. Sticking around even after you get your ice cream, indulging by yourself in an empty seat as you trade smiles and soft laughter from across the store. When it finally slows down, he grabs the broom and floats to your side, asking how you’re liking the ice cream, before another patron comes in.

You can hear, even though the chatter of the shop, Robin’s whispers, telling Steve to hurry up and ask you out. And you agree with her, even with eyes trained to your melting ice cream pretending you aren’t listening, only to hear Steve reply that he isn’t sure he’s good enough for you.

That was last week and today you’re determined to not waste anymore time.

“Pretty sure this qualifies as a treat itself.” You purse your lips, lifting the cone up in your hand making him chuckle, “And I pretty sure, you’re out to give me cavities by how much ice cream your give me all the time.”

Steve holds his hands up in defense, the corner of his eyes crinkling as his smile never falters.

“Just want to make my favorite customer happy.”

“You make her super happy,” you nod shyly, taking an innocent lick at the melting ice cream before you look up at him again, “Could make her happier though.”

His brows furrow, smile twitching into a curious frown as he blinks, “How?”

“Asking her out on a date.” You speak without a second thought, watching his eyes widen a little and his jaw go slack, staring at you like you’ve read his mind.

Seeing Steve Harrington flustered isn’t anything new to you. In all honestly, you manage to elicit the feeling so easily, that it happens almost every time you interact. You find it endearing, the way he looks at you so softly and somehow thinks he doesn’t deserve to be yours.

“A…a date?”

You hum, taking another lick as you watch the realization cover his features, the understanding that you don’t want to dance around stupid little ice cream banter and small talk all the time.

“What about, uh, this Saturday, I’m—”

“Today.” You blurted without missing a beat, “Want you to take me out on one today.”

He wants to protest.

To tell you that you deserve to link arms with him when he’s freshly showered and dressed in appropriate clothing.

That he wants to plan something special: a dinner reservation at Enzo’s or renting out your favorite movie and ordering in your favorite food.

Hell, maybe that he doesn’t deserve you—that you shouldn’t waste your time on a guy who slings ice cream and couldn’t even get into any of his college choices.

But he can see the truth in your eyes, the same kind that lives in his orbs and within his entire being. The wanting of one another, the need to not waste anymore time that you two already had. He belittled himself for always cutting corners, but this didn’t feel like that at all.

It was mutual—the burning need to give whatever it was between you two a fair shot.

He sat up a little straighter, letting all that hesitancy be taken by the wind that coasted through the air.

“I get off at two. I’ll come get you in your car.” He began, the smile creeping back onto his face as he reached out and rested his hand on your knee with a sure squeeze, “We’ll grab pizza and then we’re going to Macy’s so I can convince you to get those sneakers.”

Your lips twitches with a grin, mouth opening to respond but before you can, he was speaking again—this time a little softer, a little more certain of himself as the seconds passed.

“Then I’ll walk you to your car and then ask you out on a second date.” He murmured, his face just inches away from yours as he kept watch for your reaction.

You beamed wide, leaning forward to press a stickly-sweet kiss onto his cheek, leaving his blood rushing and his heart thumping loud.

“I can’t wait.” You finally cooed, eyes filled with giddiness that never left his, like you were trying to savor the moment and make it last a little longer before you had to part ways.

“It’s melting.” He said suddenly, causing your eyes to follow his looking down at your knuckles where the ice cream began to slide down.

You laughed quietly, cursing at yourself for making a mess and grabbing the hem of your shirt as a napkin. But before you could, he stopped you, reaching the towel from his apron pocket and wiping away at the mess on your hands that began sliding down your wrist.

He was gentle and thoughtful, never tugging too roughly your skin or complaining about the ludicriously large cookie dough chunks making the clean up messier. Even then, during something so mundane and sticky sweet, the pleasure was all his, and god, you just knew he’d be yours.

“You just had to go and distract your favorite customer didn’t you?” You whispered with a teasing lilt, biting down on your lip as he folded up the stained towel.

His eyes lifted to your again, lips curling into a grin, “Gotta make every second count.”

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a/n: first fic of the summer and i'm feeling really happy about it!! wanted to make this one short n' sweet and i hope i was able to capture that here. also does this qualify as a meet cute??? i'm not sure lol...i've only read a couple fics like that but maybe if i write another about reader and stevie's actually first meeting in depth it would qualify lol (forgive meeee). maybe will make a part 2? who knows. i have some more short blurbs and imagines i'm working on and i can't wait to post them!

+a/n: i also want to wish the love of my life, effie (@/translatemunson) a very happy birthday. she isn't one for grand gestures, but i'd like to think that in some magical way she manifested my come back (she literally did) and now i can give her this imagine + more fics to come as a bday gift hahaha. i love you so much effie. meeting you though this app and fandom all because of our beloved stevie has literally changed my life in the best way. you're the best in the entire world and im sending you so much love, laughter, virtual hugs + kisses, and never ending memes to last a lifetime. love you baby <3

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[translatemunson]

they weren't lying when they said once you start working, you'll be booked and busy af. i have regular classes to teach, my freelance work getting bigger than ever, and now there are people reaching out to get private lessons? hello? i only have 24 hours a day!

[translatemunson]

WAIT HE DELETED IT????? DANIEL RAMIREZ ARE YOU INSANE??????

DANNY RAMIREZ CAN YOU STOP BEING CUTE WEARING MY TEAM'S JERSEY AND SPEAKING SPANISH???????? also hit me up if you need some brazilians to vouch for your citizenship and cariocas to show you around, me and my friends will do that for you!

[translatemunson]

pode avisar que é o nosso pé quente!!!!! alô danny sua cidadania brasileira tá prontinha aqui em casa

so sorry to all my non brazilian followers but ill never stop talking about this u have no idea how this made me happy!!!!! he looks soooooo good and cute and i love him 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[translatemunson]

DANNY RAMIREZ CAN YOU STOP BEING CUTE WEARING MY TEAM'S JERSEY AND SPEAKING SPANISH???????? also hit me up if you need some brazilians to vouch for your citizenship and cariocas to show you around, me and my friends will do that for you!

[translatemunson]

he’s not an option for reader, unfortunately! we already have too many players in this equation, BUT he’s gonna be a nice addition to the storyline 🤭

a small snippet from the miramar news (working title), my newspaper!au with the top gun maverick crew. you can check their insta profiles here.

“Trace, what’s good?” He pulled the empty chair by your side and took a seat.

“Had my application for a place denied twice this week,” you said, scrolling through the very limited listing of places you were interested in. The crease between your eyebrows was growing noticeable every day.

“The nice one close to the docks?”

“No, that was the first one. Just lost the one close to the park,” you opened the tab, still mourning the awesome location and rental. Why have you been so unlucky?

“Damn it, kid,” he took a look at it. “But hey, your lunch isn’t responsible for the bad luck streak.”

“I fucked up with the dates and instead of having four more weeks to come up with a plan, I have ten days.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’ve spent the weekend putting stuff into boxes so I can just throw them into the U-Haul as soon as I sign in.” You placed your salad bowl on the table and turned your chair to face your friend.

“Remind me what are your requirements please.”

“At this point, all I want is a bed, some storage space, a clean bathroom and for it to have an elevator, but this is negotiable.”

“I know a place, but you might hate it because of one detail.”

“I don’t wanna have roommates,” you reminded him of the biggest deal breaker at the moment.

You tried, really did. Visited a few places and tried to find a nice roommate, but the lack of organization or even something that triggered you were huge deal breakers. That’s why you were checking every single ad in hopes to get a place for yourself.

“Even if your roommate ends up being a chill journalist that is clean, has a vacant room and really doesn’t mind if you’re on a bad day?”

“Who are you talking about? Because I definitely can’t live with some people from this office,” you took a look around and pointed your fork, wondering who probably had a vacant room and was willing to share rent and chores.

“I’m talking about me.”

shout out to @se7entyrell for listening to me yapping about this idea.

[translatemunson]

i have receipts from you being a jake girlie 👀 also javy and bradley better work because mickey has athlete mentality — it’s go big or go home!

a small snippet from the miramar news (working title), my newspaper!au with the top gun maverick crew. you can check their insta profiles here.

“Trace, what’s good?” He pulled the empty chair by your side and took a seat.

“Had my application for a place denied twice this week,” you said, scrolling through the very limited listing of places you were interested in. The crease between your eyebrows was growing noticeable every day.

“The nice one close to the docks?”

“No, that was the first one. Just lost the one close to the park,” you opened the tab, still mourning the awesome location and rental. Why have you been so unlucky?

“Damn it, kid,” he took a look at it. “But hey, your lunch isn’t responsible for the bad luck streak.”

“I fucked up with the dates and instead of having four more weeks to come up with a plan, I have ten days.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’ve spent the weekend putting stuff into boxes so I can just throw them into the U-Haul as soon as I sign in.” You placed your salad bowl on the table and turned your chair to face your friend.

“Remind me what are your requirements please.”

“At this point, all I want is a bed, some storage space, a clean bathroom and for it to have an elevator, but this is negotiable.”

“I know a place, but you might hate it because of one detail.”

“I don’t wanna have roommates,” you reminded him of the biggest deal breaker at the moment.

You tried, really did. Visited a few places and tried to find a nice roommate, but the lack of organization or even something that triggered you were huge deal breakers. That’s why you were checking every single ad in hopes to get a place for yourself.

“Even if your roommate ends up being a chill journalist that is clean, has a vacant room and really doesn’t mind if you’re on a bad day?”

“Who are you talking about? Because I definitely can’t live with some people from this office,” you took a look around and pointed your fork, wondering who probably had a vacant room and was willing to share rent and chores.

“I’m talking about me.”

shout out to @se7entyrell for listening to me yapping about this idea.

[translatemunson]

^ me rn until we get the first chapter

𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞: 𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐮

plastic surgeon!jake x social worker!reader (nickname little miss paperwork/papes)

COMING SOON.

It's impossible to outrun the past.

Straight from Louisiana, you're thrilled to land your absolute dream job in Miramar General. You get on well with Bradley, the emergency paediatrician, and the work is incredibly rewarding.

It's a well-needed fresh start, where you can keep your head down and get on with things.

Until Jake Seresin strolls into your life. Cocky, talented, and with a reputation that far precedes him, you're determined to remain immune to his charm.

That plan falters a little when you wake up in his bed after three weeks of knowing him.

find the rest of the universe here - jake's story takes place after bradley's and before bob's. their significant others (the reader-inserts from the other stories), both appear in this fic.

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

[translatemunson]

a small snippet from the miramar news (working title), my newspaper!au with the top gun maverick crew. you can check their insta profiles here.

“Trace, what’s good?” He pulled the empty chair by your side and took a seat.

“Had my application for a place denied twice this week,” you said, scrolling through the very limited listing of places you were interested in. The crease between your eyebrows was growing noticeable every day.

“The nice one close to the docks?”

“No, that was the first one. Just lost the one close to the park,” you opened the tab, still mourning the awesome location and rental. Why have you been so unlucky?

“Damn it, kid,” he took a look at it. “But hey, your lunch isn’t responsible for the bad luck streak.”

“I fucked up with the dates and instead of having four more weeks to come up with a plan, I have ten days.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’ve spent the weekend putting stuff into boxes so I can just throw them into the U-Haul as soon as I sign in.” You placed your salad bowl on the table and turned your chair to face your friend.

“Remind me what are your requirements please.”

“At this point, all I want is a bed, some storage space, a clean bathroom and for it to have an elevator, but this is negotiable.”

“I know a place, but you might hate it because of one detail.”

“I don’t wanna have roommates,” you reminded him of the biggest deal breaker at the moment.

You tried, really did. Visited a few places and tried to find a nice roommate, but the lack of organization or even something that triggered you were huge deal breakers. That’s why you were checking every single ad in hopes to get a place for yourself.

“Even if your roommate ends up being a chill journalist that is clean, has a vacant room and really doesn’t mind if you’re on a bad day?”

“Who are you talking about? Because I definitely can’t live with some people from this office,” you took a look around and pointed your fork, wondering who probably had a vacant room and was willing to share rent and chores.

“I’m talking about me.”

shout out to @se7entyrell for listening to me yapping about this idea.

[translatemunson]

charli xcx wrote party 4 u for the ones who were born today (me!!!!!!)

[translatemunson]

watch me go from “i wanna celebrate my bday, go big or go home losers!!!!” to “i hope everyone forgets that i exist thank you very much”

[translatemunson]

small update if anyone cares: he stopped by unannounced and he loved it — he's even gonna get it framed. he made me sign the painting, and now i'm free to post about it on social media (decided not to do it over the weekend bc i knew he was gonna clock the reference, and he is always checking my stories).

convinced myself i can paint, using watercolors, pink floyd’s wish you were here album cover as a gift for my older cousin, and now i only have one weekend to make it work

[translatemunson]

another cute litte moment from my favorite PR and our quiet superhero 🩵 and it’s always a pleasure to help and keep you motivated to write!!!!

After a month of carting your entire workstation to the tower, you’d had enough. Since there were plenty of empty rooms to spare, you commandeered one in a little out of the way corner for your office.

It was small, only big enough to fit a desk and a shelf and had possibly been a storage room in its previous life — but the windows gave you ample bright sunlight and it was far enough away from the main living space that you wouldn’t hear the daily noise.

And thanks to not attending the current mission, Bob became your helper and tower tour guide. He showed you the perfect reading corners with the best views of the city and the places in the kitchen to hide your snacks so John wouldn’t find them. He’d even been kind enough to carry some of your more heavier belongings.

“…and this is my room,” Bob gestured to an open door as you carried the last few things you needed to set up your space to your office.

“You have a lot of plants.” A lot was an understatement. There was an entire wall dedicated to plant filled shelves and the windows were covered in hanging plants.

“My therapist thought it would be good for me to have a hobby,” he shrugged. “I tried a few things, and gardening was the one of the few that stuck.”

“I tried gardening, but I think I have a black thumb. Hector is nearing death’s door.”

“Hector?”

You reached into one of the boxes littering the room and pulled out a rather sickly looking cactus, “Meet Hector Barb-osa,” you held it towards him with a smile.

Bob chuckles, “Like the Pirates of the Caribbean character?”

“Exactly! I found him at a bodega, and he just looked so pathetic hidden behind all of the other plants that I had to bring him home.”

“He looks a little sad.” Bob commented, examining the leaves on the wilted plant, a leaf breaking off in his hand.

“I think I missed out on my mother’s green thumb gene,” you shrugged, placing the little cactus on your desk.

“Are you going to stay for dinner? I’m making spaghetti.”

“And he cooks! Another hobby that stuck?”

“Yeah,” Bob rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly.

“How could I miss that,” you grin.

“I’ll leave you to get organised,” Bob smiled, heading towards the door, a soft blush starting to form on his cheeks.

The next morning, you came in to find Hector sitting on the windowsill in a new, bigger pot and a little note scrawled on a torn scrap of lined notebook paper.

Hector needed a new home and a little more light.

He also doesn’t need to be watered nearly as often.

I can help you look after him if you like? - Bob.

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This is just a little blurb that fits between the prologue and first chapter of P.R Nightmare. hope you like this blurb! And shoutout to @translatemunson for her amazing proof reading skills and support ❤️

[translatemunson]

guess what guys: I DID IT. and lowkey looks like my own interpretation of it. instead of the fire aspect the og picture has, i let myself be messy during the process. also i had to play a lot around with colours. now i just need to see my cousin to surprise him (fingers crossed our schedules will make it possible for us to meet this week)

convinced myself i can paint, using watercolors, pink floyd’s wish you were here album cover as a gift for my older cousin, and now i only have one weekend to make it work

[translatemunson]

the miramar news — meet the cast

EXTRA! EXTRA! In times where traditional news are struggling to keep readers engaged and interested, The Miramar News was privileged enough to have a brilliant team writing and publishing some of the most read news on the East Coast. Too bad that the life inside the glass walls of the Editorial Department was nothing less than chaotic and full of the most challenging minds. Meet them now!

hi guys! this is my new project. i've been writing it offline, creating a backlog big enough to start posting soon, and i've made some cute instagram profiles for them! shout out to @se7entyrell for helping and encoraging me! let me know what you guys think! (omg no x reader tags? what's effie up to? 🤭)

Y/N Trace — Assistant Editor

A bachelor’s degree in English from University of California — Berkeley, stand out jobs and coverage on the West Coast, moving all the way to Boston to get a Masters in Emerging Media Studies, landing right at the entrance of The Miramar Times as Assistant Editor in her mid twenties. And that’s just the middle of her journey to the highest step in a newspaper. Reunited with her half-sister Natasha Trace, her new position promises to be anything but calm.

Natasha Trace — Photographer

Every frame was a story under the NYU trained eyes of Natasha Trace. After graduating and acting as documentary photojournalist around the globe, she lured her younger sister to work as Assistant Editor for the Miramar Times. She is responsible for a few art exhibitions on the side, highlighting experiences that don’t always show up on the news.

Robert Floyd — Senior Copy Editor

He is quiet, but very precise with his words and punctuation marks. Bachelor’s in English — with credits in both Literature and Linguistics — and with a Masters in Creative Writing, Bob Floyd was appreciated by his journalist peers. Well, unless some of them weren’t a fan of making information clear — which was his personal nightmare.

Mickey Garcia — Sports Journalist

He is a Miami raised kid, and a sports enthusiast all year long. NFL, NBA, MBL, NHL, MLS, Formula 1, Nascar — you name it, he was in loco or in front of the screen and statistics to report back to the Miramar News readers. When needed, helps his long friend, Reuben, with a few investigations here and there — you know, he doesn’t get to break some sports news just sitting on his chair and waiting for the press releases to arrive.

Javy Machado — Economics Journalist

Inspired by too many rewatches of The Wolf of Wall Street and reads of The Great Gatsby, Javy decided to bring his passion for economy to the journal. Besides reporting all the market crashes and commercial crisis — because the end of the times would always grab some extra clicks —, he works closely with Jake Seresin to create the economics podcast for the Miramar News.

Jake Seresin — Social Media Manager

Good thing Jake was the master of all things Social Media. With a degree in Communications, and stellar and viral moments over the years, he picked a more stable and not very draining spot as Social Media Manager — and part time podcast producer — at the Miramar News rather than a full time producer position in one of those creative content driven companies.

Reuben Fitch — Investigative Journalism Journalist

The wildcard inside the Miramar News journalist roaster, Reuben wasn’t afraid to spend hours digging and researching to discuss crimes, corruption, or any public matter that had his adrenaline spiking and pen moving. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize with his article piece on the systemic racism inside the U.S Navy got him some traction and opportunities to cover anything his heart desires.

Bradley Bradshaw — Politics Journalist

UVA Political Sciences bachelor, with a Masters in International Politics. Some might say he landed his job just because his godfather, Pete Mitchell, called in some favors, but his record track is consistent with a groundbreaking Politics journalist. His biggest flaw is he is a pain in the arse — just because you deal with politicians doesn’t mean you get to act like one.

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Bernie “Hondo” Coleman — Managing Editor

Usually editors are not appreciated by their teams, but Hondo — a longtime friend and collaborator of Maverick — found the balance to keep the engines moving while also cultivating a creative and respectful space.

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell — Editor-In-Chief

One of the most promising, and  yet controversial, journalists of the 1980 and 1990s, Pete earned his nickname Maverick from his time as an intern back in New York. From the Big Apple to the Hollywood Hills, to the US borders and across the ocean many times, he finally settled in an office, with an overview of Boston. The Miramar News wasn’t his first choice, but once Hondo gave him the pitch, he was in.

Beau Simpson — Publisher

Responsible for overseeing all the stages of the paper, Simpson is always in his office, away from the chaotic energy of the news floor. He is not a fan of Mitchell’s work as Editor-In-Chief, but as long as the articles and pieces keep being published, he won’t try to kick the editor from the twentieth floor.

Penny Benjamin — The Pub Owner

Penny was never made for the headlines or the lines in the paper. She loved the stories, though. So that’s why, after trying different jobs and locations during her younger years, she ended up as the owner of The Hard Deck, a pub in Beacon Hill, for almost 10 years now. Her audience varies, but there is always a group of journalists by the billiard tables or the bar. And a certain Editor-In-Chief helping with the beers from time to time.

Tom Kazansky — Culture Columnist and Illustrator

Some could say he is a retired columnist, but when some would despise taking a step back from the desk to focus on other matters, Tom found out the Culture and the Arts were more important than the headlines. While he almost never leaves his house in the suburbs of Boston, he makes sure to send his texts and illustrations just in time.

[translatemunson]

the way i’m self inserting myself on that mickey moodboard…

flatline: the universe moodboards!

disclaimer - i have picked a face claim for each of these to differentiate between the readers, but it in no way insinuates what she looks like, and there are minimal physical descriptions in the fic (she can look however you want!)

emergency paediatrician!bradley x emergency physician!reader

doc floyd face claim - adria arjona

"He's not thinking about the fact that tomorrow the two of you have to work together as if nothing has happened, or how he's not sure he can ever go back to the way things were after tonight.

He's just thinking of how pretty you look with your pupils blown wide, and how he wants desperately to know everything about you.

He wants to know what you like in bed, how he can be good for you, but he also wants to know if you snore, and what you eat for breakfast.

He wants to know if you think about him as much as he thinks about you."

plastic surgeon!jake x social worker!reader

little miss paperwork face claim - elle fanning

"You're almost surprised when you wake up to a heat radiating from the other side of the bed. Half of you had expected Jake to be gone by the time you woke up, a hastily scrawled note making vague apologies for leaving.

Instead, his arm is thrown over your middle, and his thigh is wedged between your legs. It's about as close as two people can possibly be.

The light snoring tells you he's still out, and you find yourself leaning back into his touch, curling against his front.

Your movement stirs him slightly, a short huff escaping as he readjusts, pressing his lips to your temple.

"Don't get up, baby."

It's barely coherent, mumbled directly into your ear. But you can't stop the smile widening on your face. "Jake. You've got work."

Another sigh. "Don't care. I'll take the day off. Don't wanna leave my girl.""

radiologist!bob x midwife!reader

birdie face claim - lupita nyong'o

""Wait," You urge, leaning your forehead against his, trying to keep your breathing under control.

"Is something wrong?" He's frowning, voice quiet as he pulls back. "Did I-"

"No! God, no. But it's just - y'know, if we do this, things won't ever be able to go back to the way they were."

"Birdie, I've been in love with you for three years. If things don't change soon I think 'm gonna burst."

A smile pulls at the corner of your lips. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Got me all messed up, honey.""

and a lil bonus for the javy, mickey and natasha fans...

emergency surgeon!javy x drug rep!reader

reader face claim - sonoya mizuno

paramedic!mickey x anaesthetist!reader

reader face claim - christian serratos

orthopaedic surgeon!nat x hospital lawyer!reader

reader face claim - sophia bush

[translatemunson]

convinced myself i can paint, using watercolors, pink floyd’s wish you were here album cover as a gift for my older cousin, and now i only have one weekend to make it work