My Diggy Diggy One Shots

It's Not Cute, It's Childish

Pairing: Nanocoffee

Prompt: Writer/Editor AU (this took me so long to write; I'm sorry. I had so much trouble trying to figure out what I wanted to do with this....)

When I saw the first letter I thought 'this person can't be serious.' When I got a second one I laughed to myself.

The one currently on my desk is letter number three. It's nothing special, a plain sheet of paper with words typed out on it. Nothing personal about it. Nothing to give me any idea as to who could be sending these.

Sighing to myself, I com Duncan and call him into my office. Whatever I was planning on editing is put on hold until I tell someone about this. Leaning back in my chair, I glance around my office. Two large bookshelves filled with books, various news articles that didn't make it to print, and awards we got sit on either side of the door. A thud to my left draws my attention to the large window overlooking a fairly busy street.

"Whatcha need?" I jump, turning away from the window. A guy with a mop of blonde hair stands just inside the door, his eyebrows raised ever so slightly.

I scoot my chair forward and cross my arms over my chest. "Get in here and sit down."

He does, moving the hair out of his face after he sits down. "What'd I do this time?"

"Dunno, what did you do?" I raise an eyebrow, my lips twitching up ever so slightly.

He shrugs. "I didn't do nothin'!"

I laugh. "I know; that's not what I called you in here for." I hold out the letter to him. "I've been getting these letters. This is the third one. Whoever's leaving them drops them off in the submission box at random times.." I turn away and dig through my drawers for the other two.

"Oh, weird."

Pausing in my search, I glance at Duncan. He's reading the letter, his face void of emotion. "Bit childish, doncha think?"

"What? No, well. Yea, I guess."

I hum, pulling out the other two and holding them up triumphantly. "Here are the other two." They land with a quiet 'flap' on my desk.

He laughs. "Someone's got a secret admirer!"

I sigh. "Yea, just wish they'd give me some sort of clue as to who they were."

He hums, picking up one of the other letters. "Maybe he will. This is only the third one."

"How do you know it's a he?"

I raise my eyebrows as his eyes go big, challenging him. "Wha- well I mean- are you- you are straight, right?"

I put my elbows on the desk and my face in my hands. I sigh at him, annoyed how people always assume I'm straight. "Not that it's any of your business what my sexuality is, no. I'm not. Why are you assuming I'm straight?"

"Woah, really? I mean- not that I have anything against gays or anything but-" He stops talking.

"But what?" I lift my head up to look at him, raising my eyebrows and tilting my head. Daring him to continue.

A blush creeps up his cheeks and extends to his ears. "Well it's just- I've seen the way you flirt with Ross from Broadcasting and I guess-"

He stops talking again. I don't say anything either, wanting him to feel guilty for assuming. "Soo..." Duncan trails off. I burst out laughing. "What?"

Leaning back in my chair, letting my head fall back, I continue laughing. "Oh babe, you're great."

Duncan's brows furrow together in confusion. "What?"