The Meg (Jonas x reader)

The Proposal (Male Margaret x reader)

'The Proposal' Fanfiction. Yn is Male Andrew Paxton.

Male Margaret x reader

  When New York editor Garrett Tate faces deportation, he convinces his assistant, Yn Paxton, to marry him in return for a promotion. However, when he visits her hometown, it changes him in many ways.

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First Chapter

  Garrett is running on the treadmill in his apartment this morning, while reading over the manuscript you had given him. You wake up in your bed and turn to your nightstand, seeing the time you curse to yourself and jump out of bed.

  Each of you getting ready for work in your own ways, in your very different apartments. You frantically running around and stumbling over some mess in your small apartment, then grab your purse and run to work. Garrett having been up early, takes it slow, glancing outside at Central Park form his big, nice and tidy apartment.

  When you run to your regular coffee shop on the way to work, you find yourself in the back of a very long line.

"Yn, hey." A coffee shop employee says, seeing you immediately and you walk past the line, he hands you two coffees already made and ready for you. "Here you go. Your regular lattes." He tells you, smiling.

"Literally saved my life. Thank you. Thank you." You tell him gratefully, taking the coffee and turning to leave the shop. The guy looking at you with a small smirk as you leave, feeling triumphant.

  You run in to the building and burst into the elevator just before it closes, bumping in to a few people.

"Everyone okay?" You ask.

"Yeah." They say.

"Me too." You sigh, having managed not to spill the coffee.

  Garrett is walking through the crowd on the New York street, he's dressed in a fine suit, carrying his briefcase and holding his phone to his ear.

"Hello, Frank? How's my favourite writer?" Garrett asks the man on the phone. "Of course you've been thinking about our talk, because you know I'm right. Frank, people in this country are busy, broke, and they hate to read. They need someone they can trust to say, 'Hey, don't watch CSI:Indianapolis tonight. Read a book! Read Frank's book.' And that person is Oprah."

  You walk out the elevator and pass the reception.

"Cutting it close." The receptionist tells you.

"One of those mornings. Thank you Captain Obvious." You say looking back at her as you walk, but then you crash into a mail-cart and spill coffee all over yourself.

"Geez!" You exclaim angrily.

"Uh, sorry." The young man apologises and hurries away with the mail-cart.

"Rub some dirt on it, girl." One of your coworker tells you, as you pass her.

"Frank, the truth is all A-plus novelists do publicity.. Roth, McCourt, Russo, and.. Frank. Can I tell you what else they have in common? A Pulitzer." Garrett tells Frank on the phone as he waits for the elevator.

  You go up to a coworker's desk.

"I need your blouse." You tell her.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Yankees, Boston, this Tuesday, two company seats for your blouse. You have five seconds to decide. Five, four, three, two, one."

  Another worker on the floor sees Garrett walking out of the elevator. She hurriedly writes a text to everyone else on the computer, saying 'It's here!'. Everyone sees it and sit up straight or get back to work, and some get out of his way when they see him. A man hides behind a pillar when Garrett walks by.

  You adjust your blouse, waiting in his office. The blouse was slightly more revealing than you were allowed to wear, but hoped he didn't notice. Walking through the doors to his office, it's the first thing he notices, but hides it as he heads for his desk.

"Morning, boss. You have a conference call in 30 minutes." You tell him and he takes the cup you held up for him.

"Yes. About the marketing of the spring books. I know."

"Staff meeting at 9:00."

"Did you call, uh.." He groans. "What's her name? The one with the ugly hands."

"Janet."

"Yes. Janet."

"Yes, I did call her. I told her that if she doesn't get her manuscript in on time you won't give her a release date. Also your immigration lawyer called. He said it's imperative.."

"Cancel the call, push the meeting to tomorrow and keep the lawyer on the sheets. Oh, and get a hold of PR, have them start drafting a press release. Frank is doing Oprah."

"Wow. Nicely done." You say, impressed.

"If i want your praise, I will ask for it." He then says and pick up the cup again from his desk as you're about to leave the office. "Uh, who is, Julian?" He asks and you stop, backing up into his office again, turning to him. "And why does he want me to call him?" He shows you the cup with the name and number written on it.

"Well.. that was originally my cup."

"And I'm drinking your coffee why?"

"Because your coffee spilled." You admit. He hums and takes a sip of the coffee.

"So, you drink unsweetened cinnamon light soy lattes?"

"I do. It's like Christmas in a cup."

"Is that a coincidence?"

"Incredibly it is. I mean, I wouldn't possibly drink the same coffee that you drink, just in case yours spilled. That would be pathetic." You say as you head for the phone when it started ringing. "Morning. Mr. Tate's office.. Hey, Bob." Garrett gives you a sign and you frown. "Actually we're headed to your office right now. Yeah." You tell him and hang up. "Why are we headed to Bob's office?"

  He just 'tsk tsk' in answer and you 'tsk tsk' back. Getting out the door you run to your desk right by his office. Hurriedly you write a text to the others on the floor. 'The warlock is on his broom!' You write and peak up over your computer and see them reacting to it. Garrett comes out his office with the coffee, adjusting his suits neckline. You walk beside him.

"Have you finished the manuscript I gave you?" You ask him.

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