Jily oneshots

Let's Unravel This

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'Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.'

Lily threw herself into her desk chair — nearly fell out of the damn thing (again) because it was too low to the goddamn ground and no one knew how to fix it and there "wasn't money im the budget for chairs right now" (i.e.; there wasn't money in the budget for a chair for you, Lily, because you're a fucking production assistant) — and banged hard on her space bar to wake up her aging desktop.

Her computer lit up slowly. Lily tried not to hammer the spacebar in her impatience because there wasn't any money in the budget for a new computer either.

She typed her password into the little box when it finally popped up a minute later and started swivelling the mouse impatiently while her screen loaded.

'It's never going to load properly if you keep doing that.'

Someone settled into the chair beside hers, and Lily whipped around in her chair and glared at them.

'Fuck off, Fabian.'

Fabian grinned at her before he flicked his bright red hair out of his eyes and turned to his own computer — a recently updated MacBook that made Lily desperate with jealousy. He'd recently moved into a producer slot and gotten upgraded from all the awful equipment they had him using every day. He still had to share an office cube, but he was sharing with her, so she didn't think he was suffering too badly.

'You can be cross with me all you want,' Fabian said. 'But you knew your turn was coming, so this isn't my fault.'

Her screen finally loaded and Lily clicked the icon on her desktop to open her email client. 'I know. But you didn't have to laugh at me in the middle of the fucking meeting. Now Karl thinks I'm a fucking trainwreck.'

Fabian snorted and Lily turned in her chair to kick his ankle.

'First of all,' Fabian said, nudging her with his foot, 'you have never once cared what Karl thought of you. And second, you would've laughed at you, too. You should've seen your face.'

Lily turned back to her computer and started scrolling through her emails in a way that, she hoped, didn't look as desperate as she felt. 'I hate you.'

Fabian scoffed from beside her. 'Lies and slander.'

'I'll give you lies and slander.'

'Will you? Maybe we can be your guest this week.'

'Ugh,' Lily groaned and dropped her head down onto the desk, her forehead making a loud smack against the wood because she hadn't bothered to move her hands up to catch her face. 'How in the fuck am I supposed to find someone by tomorrow? Who do we even know who is that much of a goddamn disaster?'

'You sent out all those enquiries, didn't you?'

Lily turned her head on the table so she could see Fabian and nodded. He noticeably bit back a smile.

'And you went through the submission box?'

Lily nodded again.

'And you seriously didn't find anyone? I know for a fact that there was a guy in there who submitted his uncle for having a love affair with a badger in his back garden.'

Lily snorted. 'I don't think it said that he was having a love affair with it.'

Fabian waved her off. 'Whatever. Point is, there has to be someone in that giant stack of papers.'

'I contacted a few people about coming on the show this week,' Lily said, 'and none of them were able to make a mid-day Thursday taping. A couple of people were willing but then the other people involved weren't able to make it. It's just been a fucking nightmare.'