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so-long-soldier28 · 11 months ago

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Idk if this makes sense but thoughts on ceo Kai parker with assistant reader???

are you ready for my longest response to an ask yet? because here it is...

so i'm currently working on a bonkai with a workplace AU that i've admittedly forgotten about that was requested in october. but working on that gave me inspo for this... and then i took it in a whole 'nother direction

fluff & smut below!

this could go 2 ways (or it could include both)

we've got the one where he's super sweet on her.

or we have him teasing & being super sexual until she gives in.

we also have possibilities for the reader to be more shy or more confident, and that majorly changes things.

kai will be kai no matter what, but there will be variation in how he reacts to her.

if she's more shy, i think he'd be a lot more teasing with her. gentle, bc he doesn't want to scare her off, but definitely pushes sometimes.

if she's more confident, he would be taken aback (and definitely turned on) from that. he recognizes that she won't take shit from anyone & respects that about her.

with the shy reader, her co-workers sometimes do try to take advantage of her, but he snaps back at them & checks on her after.

shy reader

he instantly has a liking towards you.

you're quiet and respectful, but do your job well.

you do things in a timely manner & treat others appropriately.

going above and beyond to make his job easier.

kai, at first, doesn't want to overstep your boundaries.

he's gentle towards you & thankful for your hard work. is very appreciative.

calls you names like "darling," and "sweetheart," or even "peach," that always make you blush.

he means it as innocently as you receive it.

… at first.

with time, feelings grow.

you both push them down to maintain a professional work environment, and even go as far as to deny they are there at all.

there's talk in the office, but no one is bold enough to mention it. plus, there's no proof of anything between you guys.

hold on, i have a side story for this, since it's december, and this just sounds so cute to me.

okay so kai has a holiday party he has to attend, but no one close enough in his life to bring as a plus one.

his mother demands he brings someone, and if he doesn't, she'll set him up with her best friend's daughter.

kai doesn't want to get stuck in that awkward situation, so right before break, he asks a huge, huge favor of you.

"i'm, uh, not quite sure how to ask this, y/n, but i have a huge favor to ask of you."

"anything you need."

"it's okay to say no, i completely understand if you don't want to, it's totally your choice."

you giggle, closing your eyes, and his heart races. "i'm sure it's fine."

he grimaces, "would you mind accompanying me as my plus one to a holiday party? it's on the 23rd and local, only about thirty minutes away. it's just between friends and family, but if i don't have a plus one, my mother will set me up…. i just… actually, this is, i shouldn't have asked. i'm sorry, y/n."

you're surprised at first, a little confused, but not ready to reject the offer. your boss begins to ramble about how inappropriate it was of him to ask, and while he may be right, you don't want him to be in such a situation with his mother. you know how family can be.

"sure, i'll go with you."

"i'm- wait, what?"

"if the offer still stands, i'll be happy to go."

he stops. "you're positive?"

"just give me the time and place."

kai does more than that. when he tells you the dress code (relatively fancy), he offers to buy you a dress, but you say you already have one. he then picks you up at your apartment and immediately compliments the dress you wear. he notices your eyes, and how well your makeup compliments their color. his eyes linger on your lips, bold with a shade of red. he tries not to look at your body, but sneaks a glance that you totally catch.

he insists on driving you to the event, and gives you a rundown on the attendees on the way. those in his family who are crazy and that you should avoid, those to whom he's closest, those who have a weak understanding of personal space, and those who will not come within six feet of an unknown person. he tells you about his favorite cousin and the questions he may ask. he prepares a speech about you being his assistant, and not a girlfriend. you practice this speech together, bouncing off one another, about when you started, what you do, and how appreciative he is of your help.

you expect his mother to be stern and strict, but when you meet her, she turns out to be a very sweet lady, despite her high expectations for her family.

she's clearly not convinced that you're a work friend / assistant and not his girlfriend, and no one in his family is convinced, either.

he takes you around the house, introducing you to the necessary people, but never lingers in any one group for long. he knows you're shy and this must be difficult.

after you finish introductions, he pulls you into the garage to check on you.

"doing alright, darling? i know my family is huge. just take a moment to breathe."

you're thankful for this, and hold his hands while taking deep breaths.

after you settle, he promises food and brings you to the snack table.

there's no judgement about how much you eat; no one comments about you eating too much or too little.

alcohol is offered, and you grab a drink only to calm your nerves. he drinks one to "tolerate family" but promises it won't affect his driving later that night. promises, right there, to keep you safe. you believe him completely.

after snacking for a while (and being thankful it's not a sit down dinner), you go back to talking with his family.

you sit on the couch with a couple aunts as one plays a piano. to your left, kai talks to one of his nephews, no older than six, and your heart warms at the sight.

one of his aunts enters and comments he's next to have kids, then looks at you.

the two of you erupt into your "coworkers, not dating" spiel, and she scoffs with a roll of her eyes. "could've fooled me."

neither of you look at each other after that for a moment. you turn back to the conversation you were in, but his nephew runs off, leaving him alone.

kai watches you talk to his family. all those buried feelings rise to the surface and his throat dries. he takes a second look at how beautiful you are. your smile, despite however tired you must feel, respectfully never falters. your small fingers grasp your cup, once filled with a festive party drink, now with coffee as the end of the night draws near. your dress fits your frame perfectly, and your heels match the exact shade of your dress.

several members of his family catch him staring. his nephew whispers something about love in his ear. he hushes the child quickly, but his tinted cheeks give him away.

kai isn't the only one caught staring, though. his mother watched you visibly sigh at the sight of him with his nephew, a smile tugging on your lips. his father saw the way you relaxed when he brought you away to the kitchen, checking on you a second time. his cousin heard the stutter when you told him kai was just your boss and that there was nothing going on between you two.

when the party isn't filled with talking and laughter, the silence is filled with lingering stares. bated breaths and twinkling eyes. the urge to cross the line between a boss and his assistant.

you disappear for a couple minutes to help his mother clean up after the party. kai talks with his father about "business" but you wonder if that's really the topic.

his mother is nosy, but polite about it. she asks about work and asks if he treats you well on the clock. you reply that he certainly does, and that you're grateful to have a boss that cares about you like he does.

she then double-checks that you're not really dating, and doesn't miss the cloud of sadness in your eyes when you insist that you are not.

she then tells you he's been single for a while because trust doesn't come easy to him. she mentions the blueness of his eyes. how it's been a bright, baby blue all night; a stark contrast to the gray tinted blue she's grown used to seeing. she doesn't elaborate the reasoning, but you don't need her to to know what she's hinting.

by the time you leave the party, most of his relatives have grown comfortable enough with you to hug. the six-feet apart one gives a wave. his mother's hug is the tightest; his father gives a firm handshake, but then draws you in for his own hug. his nieces and nephews attach to your legs and make you promise to see them again. you agree, not wanting to break their little hearts.

it's dark by the time you begin to drive home, and it has been for a while.

kai wants to hold your hand in the center console. he refrains. you rest your elbow there, hands close, but not touching.

you rehash the night, speaking highly of his family. he checks up on you a third time to make sure you're not overwhelmed, but to your own surprise, you feel okay. happy, even.

he apologizes for anything his aunts or mother might've said, but you promise every conversation was good.

eventually, the mention of the various comments came up. a count of how many times you had to tell people you were just friends, co-workers, and not dating. you share a laugh over it, but the walls are down already. whatever feelings had been buried have now resurfaced. kai internally curses himself, afraid of your reaction.

your mouth opens to say something, and his throat goes dry again. his heart would break if you are uncomfortable by it all.

"thanks for the invite, but i think i should transfer," he fears, "we shouldn't work together any more".

instead, you turn to him. "thank you for the invite. i had a good time."

"thank you for accompanying me."

it's silent for the last couple minutes, then he walks you to the door of your apartment. he stands outside, forcing words out of his throat while you stand in front of him, bathed in the gorgeous warm glow of your porch light.

"thank you again. i'm glad my mother didn't scare you off. it would've been so boring without you. see you at work."

you nod, "see you at work," but then as he turns to leave, you can't bear to let him go. you reach out to grab his coat and he turns. you make up an excuse about his scarf not being straight, though that doesn't really matter, and in the next second, you pull on it gently to bring him closer to you.

his eyes dart down to the grip on the wool between your fingers, and then to your face. you wear an expression equal of shyness and determination. he translates it into the consent he needs to cup your face in his hands and press his lips to yours.

warmth travels throughout both your bodies immediately. the kiss deepens to you pulling his coat closer, his steps forward, backing you into the wall behind you. he kicks your door shut and your hands bury into his hair.

kai's hands start to feel your body, but then he breaks it off. he doesn't want you to think he's only wanting you sexually. he wants something real. he's wanted it for ages.

he admits this. you shyly, admit you feel the same.

but while sex is put on pause, kai locks his car and you invite him in. you share a glass of wine and spend the night talking, growing closer.

the next day at work, it's hard to hide your blushing faces and giddy attitudes. all of your co-workers know immediately, but they also saw it coming for a long time. a couple congratulate you, some ignore the lovesickness like it's a disease, but no one makes a fuss.

maybe kai will be the next in his family to have kids after all. you're certain you've found something good with him, and you're determined to keep it.

now, onto a different path where i could take this idea… get ready, because this is a complete 180 degrees from the previous little bit.

ceo kai with a respectful yet confident assistant.

something is definitely brewing between these two. there are feelings to be felt. …even if neither of you recognize them yet.

kai is incredibly protective over you. you are his assistant, and if anyone needs your help, they must ask him first.

he doesn't want you being overworked or taken advantage of.

you also defend him when co-workers talk shit.

"i don't know why boss is making us do this stupid shit," someone complained once, "it's not like it matters, it's extra work."

"it's in your best interest to complete the task assigned to you. it'll make your job ten times easier when quarterlies roll around."

the coworker rolls her eyes, but kai, who could hear from his open-door office, smiles to himself. he's glad you see the tasks he assigns have purpose, and is grateful for you to try and help others to see that.

there are rumors going around that you sleep together, but he shuts them down immediately.

it's not even on your minds to have a relationship outside of work.

until that one night where he asked you to stay late to help him finish something.

you had seemingly hundreds of paper stacks to grow through, and he was on phone call after phone call.

he ordered food at some point for the two of you, wanting to take care of you since he was needing your help.

you're always eager to help, and even though it's a lot of work, promise to help until the job is done.

when it happened, it was an accident. a complete and total accident.

kai had been watching you sort through papers for too long and didn't even notice he was growing hard until he had to shift.

you looked so beautiful from where he was sitting. hair, once neatly tied up in a bun, now messily falling around your face. your shirt sunk further down every time you stretched to grab something on the other side of the table, exposing your chest a little more each time. your heels were kicked off to the side, and one foot was tucked under your lap.

earlier, he had asked you to enter the room whenever his phone went off to come and take notes.

on your way in, you accidentally make eye contact with the bulge that formed underneath the table.

that phone call is a particularly difficult one to focus on.

after it, you try to shuffle out of the room to give him privacy, but he knows you know and asks you to stay so he can apologize.

he accidentally gives tmi and talks about how it's been so long, and being there with you, looking so beautiful, got him worked up.

instead of shying away, you offer to help rid him of the problem.

not a lot of words are spoken, but somehow you find yourself giving him a bj under the desk.

he's so focused on your doe eyes and the shape of your lips and the way your mouth feels on him. your hands grasp his length & squeeze with the perfect amount of pressure. you jerk off what you can't fit. a string of drool connects your lip to his cock when you pull off for just a moment to admire him. his hands dig in your hair and urge you on, but he doesn't push. never pushes.

quiet moans escape his lips between praises, but you ask him to be louder for you, craving to hear the sounds he's holding back.

getting him off earlier than he expected, and you swallow it before it can hit the floor and leave evidence.

he then pulls you up on the desk, welcomes a kiss, and then moves down to taste you.

feelings he held back & feelings you didn't know you had come bursting out of the floodgates, making for an emotional experience combined with pent-up sexual desire.

supports your back as you come down from your orgasmic high, and fucks you on the desk as soon as his refractory period is over.

has impressive sex drive and says he spent most of his early twenties studying to prove himself.

now reaps the rewards with not only a high-up position, but a perfect assistant.

no motivation for work afterwards. enjoy the rest of your takeout and then he makes sure you get home safely.

the next couple days are awkward until he finally requests you to his office to talk about it.

this talk includes feelings that you had time, by now, to mull over. you both share them and find you feel the same thing for each other.

decide to try a hand at a relationship, starting slowly and keeping it on the down low (minus HR).

grow more comfortable with it & it blossoms into something good & healthy for you both.

now, a handful of smutty office scenarios to shuffle through. i can certainly expand on any of these upon request ;) (or i might anyway)

fooling around after hours. him laying you down across the desk or over top of it. having you on his lap while he answers phone calls.

blowing him under the desk when he's trying to focus on an important call.

sending him dirty texts or nudes from the bathroom when you're both supposed to be working.

itching for your lunch break to come already so he can finally have his way with you.

maybe even being so bold to snap the blinds shut, slap a hand over your mouth, and take you during work hours bc you wouldn't stop teasing. your co-workers all know exactly what's happening, but have lost the will to care.

retrieving him coffee but accidentally spilling it in his lap & trying to dry it with a thin paper towel.

wearing short skirts or low tops on purpose for him.

accidentally sending him a nude that was meant for a tinder date & having to talk about it the next day.

brushing past him on your way back to your seat & getting a little too close - on purpose or on accident.

rubbing your foot on him under the desk whenever you sit across from him.

and that's all i have for now! i'm deeply considering making that holiday party a one-shot, maybe, or taking these other scenarios and expanding on them. i also have way more ideas for this topic but made myself stop because i'm pretty sure this response hit 3k words.

#asks #tvd #kai parker #kai parker x reader #workplace au #kai parker smut #kai parker fluff

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causenessus · 3 months ago

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SELF SHIP FRIDAY!

does your f/o like sweets? if so, what’s their favorite dessert?

what is your f/o doing late at night when they can’t sleep?

ask games (1 + 2 <3)

HAPPY SELF SHIP FRIDAY WYR!! <3

🧁- does your f/o like sweets? if so, what’s their favorite dessert?

does he EVER bro i KNOW that man eats way more sweets than he's probably supposed to as a professional vball player but man does not gaf he's just like "i've made it this far just fine. do they know what happiness is? fuck meal plans." and ofc he loves his chuupets and suna's also very much an ice cream type guy and either gets the most childish flavors ever like birthday cake or the most extravagant thing like triple chocolate and i cannot understand why bc i hate chocolate. please just give me vanilla and i'm good <3 (i am also partial to chocolate chip cookie dough and he always wants the cookie dough parts and i just pick out the chocolate chips and give them to him. and maybe give him one piece. maybe.) i sometimes bake and he always eats that up too <3

🌙- what is your f/o doing late at night when they can’t sleep?

probably doomscrolling in bed. he doesn't want to wake me up but he's also super comfortable bc i'm def like attached to him in my sleep and neither of us can fall asleep without music playing so it's a cozy environment he doesn't want to leave, it's just that he can't fall asleep. i might wake up bc he'll accidentally watch a really funny reel and burst out laughing and wake me up which is totally okay and i'll keep him company and help him fall asleep <3 or if he's feeling really restless and can escape my grip he might get out of bed and eat something or take a walk despite it being like 2am (man knows no fear). what usually happens if he accidentally wakes me up and because he can't fall asleep we might both go on a walk together and talk and that usually helps him get out some of his energy and feel a little more sleepy <3

#THANK YOU FOR ASKING THESE!!! THEY WERE SO CUTE <3 #SORRY I YAP A TON!! BUT I HOPE U ENJOYED <3 #I CANNOT WAIT TO HEAR ABOUT YOU AND KIYOKO!!#answers <3 #i heart wyr <3 #suness brainrot <3 #THAT'S OUR SHIP NAME BTW MITCH AND I DECIDED #because i liked that the word “sun” was in the name and it's also his part of the ship name and he's the light of my life <3 #i love him #thank u wyr i love u as well #<333333333333

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heretherebedork · 2 years ago

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[15th May, 2023.]

Hi!

Sometime back,...Mew had an outburst and responded rudely to some of his fans, suggesting they seek mental health support from medical professionals. This incident sparked mixed reactions among his fans and the wider community.

While some fans defended Mew's actions, citing the constant invasion of his personal life by fans as the reason behind his outburst. On the other hand, many were unimpressed with his response, feeling that as an entertainer, he should have handled the situation more professionally and with better decorum. In fact,...many accuse him of "Queerbaiting" to always make himself stand out from the pack.

However, the incident also shed light on the dynamics between celebrities and their fans. While some fans are incredibly loyal and supportive, standing by their favorite actors regardless of their behavior or past actions, others may view such incidents as manipulative or attention-seeking. The varying responses indicate the diversity of opinions within the fan community. Furthermore, it invites reflection on the responsibility of public figures in managing their interactions with fans and the potential impact of their words and actions. However, on the flip side, the personal lives of these actors are often heavily scrutinised, leading to potential invasion of privacy and conflicts with fans.

So,...my questions are:

What are the responsibilities of BL actors towards their fans, and where should the boundaries be drawn in terms of fan interaction and privacy?

How should BL actors handle situations where they feel their privacy is being invaded or where they are being treated unfairly by fans? Is rudeness an acceptable response, or are there better ways to handle these situations?

Is it reasonable to hold BL actors to a higher standard of behavior than other actors due to the romantic nature of their roles and the perceived influence they may have on their fans?

How can the fandom culture surrounding BL series be improved to promote healthier interactions between fans and actors, while still allowing fans to enjoy the series and their favorite actors?

How do incidents like Mew Suppasit's outburst impact the perception of BL actors and the genre as a whole?

How can fans navigate the complexities of supporting their favorite actors while holding them accountable for their behavior?

In what ways can the BL industry and fan communities foster a healthier and more respectful environment for both actors and fans?

xoxo

Arjuna

Okay, so this starts with: I do not interact with this side of the fandom. I simply don't. I don't do anything with actors or actor pairs, nothing beyond having a couple favorite actors. So I am inexperienced at best and completely ignorant over all so while I will do my best to answer, I don't know a lot of these answers nor do I even totally know or understand the problems faced by the fans in this.

I do think Mew had every right to be upset because people have been invading his privacy and there are still people arguing about his relationship with his costars so... I am firmly on his side in that regard from the little I saw of what he posted.

What are the responsibilities of BL actors towards their fans, and where should the boundaries be drawn in terms of fan interaction and privacy?

To act. That is their only responsibility in my mind. To play the parts we want them to play in the show and to treat the queer community that they are portraying with respect. Boom. Done. I expect nothing more but also nothing less. Again, this is probably why I'm the wrong person for these answers. Because I don't see any duty or anything owed to the fans besides their actual literal job. They should be able to expect privacy in their personal lives and a choice in how they interact with fans and for fans to not stalk them or make huge assumptions or decide who they're dating based on how they're acting in shows and on press circuits which are also acting.

I think rudeness is fine at a certain point. Considering the lengths fans have gone and their willingness not just to invade their privacy but also to make assumptions about them and then to tell them those assumptions and get upset when they're not met... frankly, the actors should probably be ruder more often. Because that seems to be the only thing some elements of their fandom actually hear.

Is it reasonable to hold BL actors to a higher standard of behavior than other actors due to the romantic nature of their roles and the perceived influence they may have on their fans?

Nope. I mean... no. I suppose there is an aspect of them playing queer characters in general that set my expectations for their respect for the queer community to be present but in terms of their behavior outside of that? No. They're actors. And they're mostly young actors. BL is often the first job they get when they move out of background characters or supporting roles and I definitely don't think that trying to hold them to a super high standard is gonna work for anyone. I would, frankly, expect any actor to be able to show respect for the queer community but I do admit that I might expect a BL actor to be more vocal or willingly open about it, at least. But beyond that? Nope. Young actors, young expectations.

How can the fandom culture surrounding BL series be improved to promote healthier interactions between fans and actors, while still allowing fans to enjoy the series and their favorite actors?

Absolutely no idea. None. Not a damn clue. I don't interact in that side of the fandom, I don't have any interest in it and I don't know how you would go about changing the fandom culture to make it healthier. None. This is one I genuinely can't answer because I don't know.

How do incidents like Mew Suppasit's outburst impact the perception of BL actors and the genre as a whole?

I mean, for me, it made me wonder wtf is so wrong with actor fans that it convinced me to be sure to never want to see more of the acting fandom? Didn't change my opinion on actors or the genre but it made me feel very glad that I can curate my experience here very tightly. I think that Mew had every right to be upset and that his outburst reflected more on the fans than on him. At least for me.

How can fans navigate the complexities of supporting their favorite actors while holding them accountable for their behavior?

I dunno. No clue. By respecting their privacy and not considering that something they have to be held accountable for? By listening to what they say and not making assumptions? By showing support in public places and public ways and not private ones? As for the accountability... that is a much harder question and one I don't know the answer to because it matters so much about we mean by accountability. Do we mean the assumptions made about Mew and Gulf? Do we mean the accusations against Build? Do we mean the anti-queer comments some actors have made? What are we talking about?

The first one is... there is nothing to be held accountable for when a friendship or partnership falls apart and Mew is still fully in the right to ask people to stop pressing him and making assumptions about what happens. This is where fans need to step off.

The second one is about listening to the actor but also looking at the circumstances and trying to listen to both sides and worrying less about who you're supporting and more about what's going on. I don't know details and can't judge and won't judge because I don't know.

The third one is the only one where I think fans can respond and should respond to tell actors that they're wrong and that if they're going to profit off of us then they also need to respect us. How? I'm not sure. I don't go here.

In what ways can the BL industry and fan communities foster a healthier and more respectful environment for both actors and fans?

Honestly? I don't know. This isn't my part of the fandom and I don't know how to fix something I don't participate in or know about. I just... don't.

But my first response is to learn about parasocial relationships and to remember that they don't know the actors, they know the face the actors show the public. And to remember that. To remember that actors are acting and actors are performing whenever they're in public and that what they see isn't real.

I would start the fix by doing less pair branding, less push of the romance games together but that's the only thing I know and can think of because I don't really follow any of the press for actors so... I just don't go here. I dunno.

#asked and answered #i don't go here but i tried #sorry did my best

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fallingsunflower · 2 years ago

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mod if you allow me to give my opinion about what anon asked, my impression of Harry's team is that they isolate him a lot. remember irving azzoff saying he was against artists making online shows at the pandemic cause it made them look mortals or something and that's the approach i feel they have with Harry sometimes, not only with fans but also between them, i remember Lambert, Olivia, Harris (?) talking about him on Vogue like he was a fashion god who was redefining gender roles in a totally new way and I already knew people would take out of context and attack Harry for "thinking too much of himself" and not "crediting people who came before" when HE didn't say anything.

I'm sure Harry likes the attention, likes to feel he's on top and is so very loved but the dearest person he is on stage or attentive one when meet fans definitely doesn't match the image tabloids still try to sell of a homewrecker, a womanizer, a bad professional who sleeps with his boss and make the entire crew uncomfortable. it's complicated because by not saying anything, Harry and his team let his story be told by others through lies or half trues. he needs media training/discourse on some subjects or a pr person on his team with knowledge in diversity to help him and check his interviews.

he urgently needs friends outside his employees, normal friends, old friends, it's ok if he wants to protect these people too but isn't healthy that his bffs are all people he's working with, the dynamics are too complex. he doesn't need to be papped or spotted ~organically~ by fans every week. after holivia we pretty much know he can go mia weeks or can choose to walk on the busiest street in town to be seen. i don't know if he should be on social media if it made him so sad and he feels better without it but there's tools and ways to communicate with fans in a less institutional way.

think it's okay to have fun, to be human, to show a biiit of himself, cause Harry IS a great person, kind, smart, funny, has taste and nice opinions but the environment around him is way too controlled and maybe i understand why he would like this way better but someday it'll start to drive people away. cheap tabloid gossip DEFINITELY isn't the way to go though. Harry is - and should be promoted as - more than the people he allegedly hook up with. it's 2023 and fans who can't see him past his looks or his body aren't that interested on his partners either. he has a great fanbase who will be here for him if he decides to take some time off - which he should - and maybe it's time to rekindle with these fans and turn a bit down the gp focused campaigns

yes yes yes I agree completely with the isolation!! I meant to add that but forgot. Thanks for bringing that up

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godsopenwound · 2 years ago

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do you have any tips for finding a good therapist? i really want to start therapy but im scared of not clicking or finding a sketchy professional x.x

oh baby i don’t really know how to answer that.. i would say to ask people if they know someone to recommend to you, or else to find someone on the internet but always check out their reviews and stuff... but even that, doesn’t really matter sometimes tbh, my second therapist for example was lowkey famous and rich as Fuck but we still didn’t click AT ALL. even if he was That successful. so one thing is that i guess, try to find someone who is “good” for you, not bc of their high status or whatever. i’m not saying that you have to go to the first person you find!! do your research of course first, but still, practically you can only come to a conclusion when you get to start your sessions. the first step is to the unknown really hah. and then just make sure you completely and utterly feel safe with them. that they listen to you and understand you and they don’t make you feel uncomfortable or judged, not even a tiiiiny bit!!!!!! it may be awkward at first but that's totally expected and it's something you'll work on together. just make sure you don’t push aside any red flags you may see or feel.. bc it may be so tricky to think that 'maybe that's their way or how they work or hey maybe this will pay off somehow for me in the end'. there are many therapists who are literally emotionally abusive or have unethical behaviour in general. if you have any doubts or bad feelings, just search for someone new.. you don't have and mustn't stay in such environment.. so don't settle for just any therapist, keep looking until you find someone who feels right, connects with you and you can form a bond with. it’s actually most likely to try a few first, until you find someone you click with! unless you are lucky enough to find them from the first try. either way it's okay as long as you feel 100% okay! <3

i found these really nice articles with ways to find a therapist who's good for you: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 <3333

#i suck so fucking much at giving advices sorry if i didn't help you 😭😭 hopefully the articles will help you out more 😭#either way you can always ask me anything you want ily and i hope u r doing well <333333 #asks

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 2 years ago

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Hi, I have problems understanding (emotionally) that people can have different moods. I assume it's because of my childhood trauma. Once someone is really mad at me (or in general, really mad, not just a bit angry) I assume every "positive" emotion they display later on is only acted. I can never trust them because I believe "they only play happy and trustworthy and wait for a good time to hurt me again."

My mom has a lot of moodswings and in bad moods she's really abusive so, I am aware where it comes from and that it isn't unreasonable. But it still hasn't gone away, although I understand it, rationally. And I don't know how to get rid of it.

Of course I see different emotions in myself too but when I have a strong emotion I feel so.. detached from myself, like half a different person, that I am reading a bit about OSDD.

So it is hard for me. How can I learn to trust a person, even if they've been angry around me? How can I trust that my partner loves me, even if he's angry or stressed?

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry to hear about what you've been going through.

It sounds like the emotional environment that you grew up in has largely shaped the way you view emotions, whether it's you're own or someone else's. It sounds like you may be using your experiences with your mom's behaviors to explain other people's emotions, which has been causing you some issues. It also sounds like you may be experiencing some level of emotional repression or dissociative amnesia, which may be connected to all of this.

I found that it's helpful for me to remind myself that there's a difference between someone experiencing anger as an emotion and someone taking that anger out on you. I try to just take inventory of what I'm noticing about the situation - are they saying something mean to me? Did something happen to them? Are they taking their aggression out on me or are they taking it out on objects? If they're taking their aggression out on objects, is it because they can't contain their emotions or are they trying to intimidate me? Observing context clues can especially help answer these questions for yourself.

What helps me the most is ensuring that I have open and fully transparent communication with people, especially my partner. Sometimes it's as simple as asking if they're mad at you or something else. Being able to have a space to talk about emotions and what it means when they're angry can put your mind at ease, at least somewhat. Getting a sense of what makes them angry, what it would take for them to be angry at you and if you think those things are reasonable, these can all provide some reassurance.

But ultimately, these feelings of distrust may not necessarily vanish by keeping communication totally transparent. It sounds like these fears come from a place of trauma for you, and so it may not be that easy to shake, which is okay.

Unfortunately I don't think the answers are easy or simple here. These are complicated issues that cannot necessarily be changed overnight, and most likely would benefit from the counsel of a mental health professional. I'm not sure if you can afford or access therapy if you don't already have it, but a therapist may help you navigate your trauma and the responses thereof. They can help you work towards developing a better way to look at emotions, whether they're someone else's or your own. They can also explore the possibility of OSDD with the professional insight that you deserve.

I hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #tw abuse #tw emotional abuse #tw child abuse

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johnradams · 2 years ago

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lol spoilers for theatre folks on here but

I'm very sick of how this industry and the people in it treat disabled people. Like genuinely it is awful. And the worst part is folks who claim to understand and say that they're champions of intersectional equality in theatre.

not only do *I* personally feel constantly criticized in a way that doesn't take my disability into account but tonight one of our ushers who is visibly disabled was mistreated by our box office manager who is a FACULTY MEMBER. And that faculty member was not apologetic in any way when I spoke to them abt it.

It's not hard. to learn how to communicate and support disabled people. It truly is not. You really just have to exercise compassion. You just need to sit and think 'Okay - I understand this but this person does not. How can I communicate this to them in a different way do it can reach them?'. And you also need to ask. Is what I'm asking this person to do within their skill set. Is there any way I can divvy up the work further to help them. Are they the right person for this project.

And tbh I do not think that it is wise or necessary for me to continue academic theatre - or at least academic stage management. It does not serve me or any disabled person to push myself to my limits every day and quietly accept that faculty will not adjust their expectations for me based on what I am capable of.

And I've found that that isn't my experience in actual theatre at all. In my experience my professors are so incredibly anal about the smallest detail and that's not been my experience in paid work. If that's the broadway experience I don't want it. I don't. Hold much ill will towards the program, because my prof is very honest from the get go that the stage management taught here is the broadway convention, and many people don't mesh with it and that's okay.

And like. While I'm not sure of Anything going forward whether I want to continue pursuing theatre professionally or if I want to get my interpreting certificate and focus professional efforts on that. I am very sure that this isn't what I want to do. This is not a system I want to support anymore.

Even if professors in this environment are very kind on a personal level. it does not carry into their professional work. And that's probably because of the expectations held by the university or whatever. But I wish we were more upfront about that.

In my interview for this program I asked what would you do if a student were falling behind. and I was told that simply wouldn't happen because professors check in so often it just couldn't. which. totally false. Maybe that was that professors perception but. I haven't ever felt more like I was drowning in my life.

Anyway the whole point of this mf post is that while I'm filled with grief and depression abt leaving this program I need to be somewhere where if I'm not helping other people I'm at least not actively making their lives worse. and I can't do that here.

#vent

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muiitoloko · 5 months ago

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Hey:) i don't know if your laptop is working again but i wanted to make a request if it's okay. Can your write something about Karl Hoffmeister please? He has so much work to do and looks for a nanny to look at his son because he is working so much. His wife left and so he needs someone. That's when y/n is coming, she's the perfekt nanny and Karl and y/n are falling in love or something? Its just an idea so i'm not mad if you don't do it :)) Thank you

Title: The Nanny's Promise

Summary: Karl Hoffmeister, a weary industrialist, is struggling to find a suitable nanny for his young son, Otto, after his wife leaves them. Despite having little experience, a determined young woman named [Your Name] secures the position by promising to care for Otto with the same love and dedication she gave her siblings.

Pairing: Karl Hoffmeister × Fem! Reader

Warning: none.

Author's Notes: Hey there! 😊 Unfortunately, my beloved and dear friend, my laptop, is currently resting in peace 😅 But I'm still writing on my cell phone—it's a bit more complicated, but totally worth it! Your idea about Karl Hoffmeister and the perfect nanny sounds fantastic, and I'll definitely see what I can do with it! Thanks for the suggestion! 😊

Also read on Ao3

Karl sighed as he sent in another possible nanny for his son, Otto. He had already gone through many interviews that day, wanting to ensure that his son would have the best possible care. The day had been long and disappointing; three interviews so far, and none of the candidates had impressed him. He told the next one to come in, not even looking up as he pointed for her to sit in front of him. He heard the candidate greet him softly as she took her seat.

Karl picked up her CV and began to read, noting with a frown that it was almost blank—no past experience, just basic education. She was young, which explained the lack of experience, but it did little to alleviate his concerns. He read her name out loud, “[Your Name],” and finally looked up. He paused, absorbing her simple yet striking beauty. She had the fresh, earnest look of a young working-class woman, her eyes bright with determination.

Karl mentally scolded himself. It did not matter if she was beautiful. What mattered was finding a competent nanny for his son, especially now that he was too busy with work and Charlotte had run away with her lover, leaving him and Otto behind.

"Miss [Your Last Name]," Karl began, his baritone voice steady, though a hint of weariness seeped through. "I see you have limited experience. Can you tell me why you think you are suited for this position despite that?"

You met his gaze, your own nerves evident but your resolve clear. "Mr. Hoffmeister, I understand that my CV does not reflect much in terms of professional experience. However, I have taken care of my younger siblings for many years. I have a natural inclination towards caregiving, and I am very quick to learn. I am hardworking and deeply committed to any task I take on."

Karl nodded slightly, noting the sincerity in your voice. "Taking care of siblings is quite different from being responsible for someone else's child. What makes you think you can handle the responsibilities of being a nanny for my son?"

You straightened in your chair, the intensity of your gaze reflecting your determination. "I believe that caregiving requires patience, empathy, and dedication, all qualities that I possess. I understand the importance of creating a safe and nurturing environment for a child. I may not have formal experience, but I am committed to learning and doing my best."

Karl considered your words, his eyes searching your face for any signs of insincerity. He found none. Instead, he saw a young woman who, despite her lack of experience, seemed genuinely eager to take on the challenge. He sighed inwardly. Otto needed someone reliable, and perhaps, someone with fresh enthusiasm could be beneficial.

"Very well," Karl said finally, his voice softening slightly. "Tell me, how would you handle a situation where Otto, who can be quite stubborn at times, refuses to follow instructions or throws a tantrum?"

You thought for a moment before replying. "I believe in a balanced approach. It is important to be firm but also to understand the child's perspective. If Otto were to throw a tantrum, I would remain calm and patient, trying to understand the root of his distress. I would use positive reinforcement to encourage good behavior and set clear, consistent boundaries."

Karl nodded, appreciating your thoughtful response. He leaned back in his chair, his hooked nose casting a shadow over his face as he regarded you. "And what about his education? Otto is quite bright for his age. How would you contribute to his intellectual development?"

Your eyes lit up at the question. "I love reading and learning, and I believe in fostering a child's curiosity. I would engage Otto with educational games, storytelling, and interactive activities that stimulate his mind. I would also work closely with you to ensure that his learning aligns with your expectations and values."

Karl felt a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, despite the lack of experience, you might just be the right fit. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "Miss [Your Last Name], I appreciate your candidness and enthusiasm. This position is crucial, and I need someone who can be both a caregiver and a positive influence in Otto's life. I am willing to give you a trial period. If you prove capable, the position will be yours permanently."

Your heart skipped a beat, relief and excitement flooding through you. "Thank you, Mr. Hoffmeister. I promise I will not disappoint you."

Karl gave a small, approving nod. "Very well. You may start tomorrow. Be here by eight in the morning. We will see how things go from there."

As you left the room, Karl allowed himself a small smile. Perhaps, amidst the disappointments of the day, he had finally found someone who could bring a bit of stability back into his and Otto's lives.

Over the course of the next two days, you settled into your new role, quickly winning over Otto with your kindness and patience. Karl watched from a distance, his initial skepticism slowly giving way to admiration. You handled Otto’s tantrums with a calm demeanor, diffusing his stubbornness with a combination of firmness and understanding. Your enthusiasm for learning and engaging Otto in educational activities impressed Karl, who found himself lingering longer in the evenings just to observe your interactions with his son.

Karl's workload remained heavy, but knowing Otto was in capable hands allowed him to focus more on his business. As days turned into weeks, and then months, the household began to settle into a new, comfortable rhythm. Karl began to notice the small things you did that went beyond your duties as a nanny: the way you instinctively tidied up around the house, the meals you prepared that Otto loved, and the genuine affection you showed his son.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day at work, Karl arrived home to find you and Otto in the garden. You were kneeling in the dirt, showing Otto how to plant flowers. Otto's face was alight with excitement, his laughter ringing through the air as he dug into the soil with his small hands.

Karl stood at the doorway, watching the scene unfold. You looked up and noticed him, giving him a warm smile. "Mr. Hoffmeister, you're home early," you said, standing up and brushing the dirt off your hands.

Karl nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yes, I managed to finish my meetings earlier than expected," he replied, his baritone voice carrying a hint of exhaustion. He walked over to join you and Otto, his eyes softening as he watched his son.

"Daddy, look!" Otto exclaimed, holding up a small plant proudly. "We're planting flowers!"

Karl crouched down beside Otto, ruffling his son's hair affectionately. "That's wonderful, Otto. You’re doing a great job."

You stood back, watching the interaction with a sense of quiet satisfaction. Seeing Karl with Otto always brought a smile to your face; it was clear how much he loved his son, despite the demands of his work.

As the months passed, you continued to integrate yourself into the household seamlessly. Karl found himself looking forward to your daily interactions, appreciating your presence more and more. You brought a warmth and stability that had been missing since Charlotte left, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to you.

One evening, as you were cleaning up after dinner, Karl approached you in the kitchen. "Miss [Your Last Name]," he began, his tone uncharacteristically hesitant. "I wanted to thank you for everything you've done for Otto and me. You've been an incredible help, and I don't know how we would have managed without you."

You turned to face him, your eyes meeting his with genuine warmth. "Thank you, Mr. Hoffmeister. It's been a pleasure taking care of Otto. He’s a wonderful boy."

Karl took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. "You’ve done more than just take care of him. You've brought life back into this house. For that, I am truly grateful."

Your heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his gaze. "I’m happy to be here, Mr. Hoffmeister. I care about Otto, and I care about this family."

Karl felt a surge of emotion, his usual composure slipping for a moment. "Please, call me Karl," he said softly, his voice filled with a sincerity that took you by surprise.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Alright, Karl."

From that evening on, the dynamic between you and Karl began to shift. There were more shared glances, more moments of unspoken understanding. Karl found himself lingering in the kitchen after Otto had gone to bed, simply enjoying your company. The conversations grew deeper, moving from discussions about Otto's day to more personal topics. He told you about his work, the pressures he faced as an industrialist, and even shared some memories of his own childhood.

You listened with rapt attention, offering your insights and encouragement. Your empathy and understanding made Karl feel heard and valued in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time. He began to realize that his feelings for you were growing, his admiration slowly turning into something deeper.

One particularly cold evening, as a winter storm raged outside, the two of you found yourselves alone in the living room. The fire crackled in the fireplace, casting a warm glow over the room. Otto had gone to bed early, exhausted from a day of playing in the snow. You and Karl sat on the couch, sipping hot cocoa and talking quietly.

As you laughed at a story Karl shared about his early days in business, he looked at you, his heart swelling with affection. "You have a wonderful laugh," he said, his voice soft and sincere.

You blushed, looking down at your cocoa. "Thank you, Karl. You’re very kind."

He reached out, gently lifting your chin so you would meet his gaze. "No, it’s the truth. You've brought so much joy into our lives. I don’t know how to express how grateful I am."

You felt a rush of warmth at his words, your heart pounding in your chest. "I’m just doing what I can," you said softly. "Otto and you mean a lot to me."

Karl’s eyes held yours, a depth of emotion reflected in them. "And you mean a great deal to us," he whispered, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek.

The moment was charged with unspoken feelings, the slow burn of months of growing affection coming to a head. Karl leaned in slightly, his eyes flickering to your lips before meeting your gaze again. You held your breath, your heart racing with anticipation.

But then, he hesitated, pulling back slightly. "I don’t want to rush you," he said, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I want to make sure this is something you want as well."

You smiled, your hand reaching out to cover his. "Karl, I’ve felt the same way for a while now," you confessed, your voice trembling with emotion. "I care about you, deeply."

Relief and joy flooded Karl’s features as he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a tender, heartfelt kiss. The world outside seemed to disappear as you melted into each other, the warmth of the fire matching the warmth in your hearts.

From that night on, the bond between you and Karl only grew stronger. You continued to care for Otto, and now, you cared for each other as well. It was a slow burn, but one that had been worth every moment, bringing love and happiness back into a household that had once felt so empty.

#muiitoloko #alan rickman #alan rickman x reader #karl hoffmeister x reader

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lets-talk-spirituality · 2 years ago

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Thoughts on this anons hot take:

Well it does fit the exact definition of a hot take, but I guess I always see a hot take as an opinion that isn’t commonly held as well and I think some of what anon wrote is what a lot of people think and is not some profound new perspective. Maybe it’s just a lukewarm take.

I still find it odd how entitled fans feel. I don’t think he needs media training or should speak out if he doesn’t want to. Maybe the way the media and fans see him needs to evolve not how he handles stuff. I mean I’ve been accused of defending him no matter what before but honestly I don’t think he should be held responsible to act a certain way just because the majority of society says this is how to do things. He’s innately contrarian so not sure why anyone would expect this to be different?

It’s so funny people say this shit as if he wasn’t papped with Ellis or referred to Johnny in a song?Are these not non-industry friends. I think fans need to urgently stop thinking they know him and see him clearly when they very apparently don’t. Almost everything they say has verifiable contradictory proof of the opposite. Funny for a stranger to say what’s healthy for someone they don’t know personally. Ultimately this fan thinks the way they think he should be is the best for him without considering what he wants for himself and that’s what I mean by entitlement. Trust Harry to know himself better than you do, when you don’t know him? It’s the weirdest thing.

Maybe the people who are driven away should be and that’s part of this whole strategy. Who knows? I’m not sure I’d agree he has great fans. I think most are entitled and treat and talk about him in horrifying ways actually. Maybe he doesn’t need to engage with fans in ways they keep demanding but in ways that he feels comfortable with and if they can’t respect his boundaries then they can go be fans of someone else.

That’s my lukewarm response.

#ask box

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mthuasect · 2 years ago

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A03b - Blog Post #2

This blog post discusses the definition of "working software" in the Agile Manifesto and the importance of unit testing and structure in the development process.

The methodology called Agile started from the Agile Manifesto, and the Agile Manifesto contains this item.

“Working software over comprehensive documentation”

This definition of “working software” here may vary slightly from developer to developer. Some developers may think literally, as the code that just runs. Some other may think that the design should be clean and complete, including unit tests. But in fact, most beginners tend to choose the former because they get caught up in the concept of "agile = need to move quickly."

However, code written only to work, that is, code written without a proper design, abstraction, or pattern, may be easy to write for now, but it will cause problems every time a new feature is added. Recall the emotions you felt when you encountered messy legacy code. Because it's hard to understand the code, you don't know where and how it will be broken if you modify it incorrectly, thus you’re scared to touch it. You’ll be reassured only if you test the full functionality every time you make a small change. Moreover, if tests were not automated, you have to test it by hand. Note that this case also falls under the category of former “working software.” Let's imagine that we need to add a new function to this legacy code or improve an existing one. Will we be able to move as agilely as we intended when we first introduced Agile? I don't think so.

While feature development may seem agile at first, accumulating technical debt will eventually make it less agile. Besides, being agile in Agile doesn't mean finishing development quickly. It refers to the ability to respond flexibly to frequently changing requirements.

I think that professional software creators should pursue sophisticated and skillfully crafted software, not software that simply works. Sophisticated and skillfully crafted software means a design that is clear and simple enough for a new developer to understand immediately even if the code was written a long time ago, and that adding and modifying new features can be completed with a development effort similar to that of the first development that is, predictable and maintainable software.

Few of the articles I read suggests unit testing, pair programming, and continuous integration as concepts necessary to write such software. However, even if you do not execute all the methods suggested, in fact, if the code review is successful, the worst case in which the code of the application going to the total catastrophe can be protected to some extent.

One more thing I reflected on myself is that I thought of writing unit tests and writing business logic as completely separate tasks. I thought it was more important to finish development of the business than unit tests. And this seems right at first, when it's okay to test by hand, but later, as the application grows larger, the time required for this test increases as well, so unit testing becomes crucial.

Many of the bugs that occur suddenly in a production environment and are difficult to identify easily can be caught during development simply by writing unit tests. A lot of developers agree on that unit testing can reduce wasteful and repetitive work, which leads to increased productivity.

If you’re a beginner, you may be asking yourself a question here.

If you write unit tests, the absolute amount of code you have to write will increase, and you will spend more time thinking about this because you have to define clear functions. So, in the end, won’t the development period be longer?

This is true. It will definitely take longer than just weaving the code out. So, in the first place, we need to include in a schedule to write tests. Writing business logic and tests is not a separate task, but just one part of the process of developing a feature.

Lastly, we have writing unstructured code. In other words, “doing this first and fixing it later.” To be honest, I've done this a lot. I think not only myself but also other developers have experienced cases where when you think is unlikely that a bug will occur, you write the code that has poor readability or unclear structure.

However, doing this is worthy of criticism, saying that the developer is putting poor quality code into the application without any guilt.

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rexx-lapis · 4 years ago

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His favorite little farmer// Bull!hybrid Shigaraki x Reader

-> You work as a care keeper in a farm specializing in caws and bulls hybrids. You love all of them but you just can’t help but caring a little bit more for your little Tomura, who in your eyes look so helpless. What you don’t know is that you’re not the only one having not so professional thoughts. So what happened when your favorite hybrid tells you he wants a mate.

Tags: Lot of smut and it’s intense. Bull hybrid Shigaraki. Mention of mating, of knotting. Anal, milking, prostate stimulation, use of toys, sub Shigaraki. Lot of cum. Dacryphylia. Jealous reader and possessive Tomura. Lot of fluff, they just love each other very much. Reader is gender neutral.

I’ve red @hanji-is-life post on bull Bakugou and Deku and I just got a huge brain rot :((

Shigaraki could spend hours just looking at you. From his stable, he loved watching you work, you were so pretty. You were working so hard in the farm, always carrying something and taking good care of the cows. He loved you so much, and that meant a lot because you were the only farm keeper that he allowed to get close to him. None of the others could approach him without getting nasty bites and all. Every bull had their favorite keeper. Bakugou, Kirishima and even Midoriya had their favorite but in the end they all took turn to take care of the bulls. But not you. You were his one and only. No one was mad at him for that, not even you. They all understood. He wasn’t like the others, as he arrived in the farm in a pitiful shape. He was deadly skinny, hurt, and traumatized, unable to let a human near him. Mistreatments towards hybrid were current even more in farms. But farms like he was right now was the proof that it was possible to met good people. You had been the one to take care of him when he arrived, you fed him, washed him, made sure he wasn’t cold. You even slept in the stale next to him to make sure he was okay during the night. Slowly he had warm up to you, as he was becoming a bit more healthy every day. He was still not the biggest bull of the farm but he looked so much better. All because you took care of him. And you were so understanding, taking his defense and never pressuring him into having interaction with others. The only person he needed was you anyway.

“Hi Tomu, how are you today?

-I’m fine... And you?

-I am doing great! The weather is perfect today!”

He smiled slightly, so happy you were here with him.

“Do you want to go outside for a bit? I’ll clean your stable as you go outside.

-Can’t I just stay here with you?

-Tomu, you need to go outside a bit.”

But he really wanted to stay with you. He knew you needed space to work and that he’ll be able to see you soon but he couldn’t help it.

“If you’re nice after you’re time outside I’ll groom you!”

He finally nodded, excited to come back so you can take care of him. You lead him to the outside field, choosing one that was empty, knowing he preferred to be alone. You waved at him goodbye, your hand brushing his shoulder. His ears fluttered and he blushed slightly. He watched you go back inside, noticing how your hips sway from right to left. He couldn’t take his eyes away from your ass until you disappeared behind a wall.

“So you gonna do something about that little farmer or?”

He turned around seeing Bakugou, Midoriya, and Kirishima, in the field next to his. He looked at the wood barrier that separated them from him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.

-Oh so she isn’t yours? You’re not interested?

-I didn’t say that”, he said firmly.

Of course you were his.

“Bakugou is right Shigaraki, look it worked out for us! I have no idea how, but somehow it worked out.

-It’s literally so easy for you, she is basically caring about you all the time.

Yeah! She is your personal keeper!”

He couldn’t deny the fact that he wanted you. So bad it sometimes kept him awake at night. Even more when he was seeing how the others all had their little mate for themselves. He was even more jealous when the rut season was coming in and that they all had their personal keeper to take care of it. That was maybe because they all were part of the breeder program. Maybe if he agreed to it, you would let him breed you. Just thinking about made him excited.

“You know how some of us had to battled to get them to let us claim them like that. Bakugou literally had to fight.

-Hey!

-It’s true, they had to put you in an isolated stable just because of it.

-He was in time out. Just like a little kid.

Do you want to die?”

Shigaraki stopped listening. But they were right. He needed to act up.

“Oi Tomu! Ready to go back ?” He turned toward your voice, to see you wave at him. He ran toward you, ready to go back.

“Guys, do y’all want to go back inside ?

-No thanks Y/n!

-Ok, be nice then”

You walked in front of him, and he realized how much you were swinging your hips. Maybe he was just noticing it now? Or maybe you were doing it on purpose? What if you were gonna go into heat soon?! No, humans did not have heat. Not that he knew about. He came back to a clean stable, a lot of food, and he even saw a few treats that were not supposed to be here.

“Shhh, don’t say anything. I don’t need to be accused of doing favoritism.”

He chuckled, getting ready for the grooming session. He couldn’t wait. And god he did not regret anything. Your gentle fingers were playing in his fur, detangling everything, you even braided the hair on his head , taking them away from his face. It felt so good. You applied the cream he needed for his skin condition around his eyes, smiling proudly. Your dropped to your knees in front of him suddenly, your face inches of his crotch. You were just checking his hooves, but fuck, he could feel himself get hard. It didn’t help that you started touching his thighs, squeezing them amazed.

“You become so strong Tomu, look at you”

Yeah he had become strong, for you, so you could be proud of him and proud to be his mate.

“Y/n?

-Yes?

-I would like to become a breeder.”

You stopped your movement, staying silent.

“Y/n?

-Y-eah sorry. Hm of course you can. It’s normal. You need a mate after all.”

Ah. There has been a misunderstanding.

“I have to go. I’ll let you know when we’ll start the program okay?”

You almost ran out of the stable, leaving him alone and sad. Fuck, why didn’t he simply told you he needed you. He didn’t need a mate, he needed you to be his mate. He felt like breaking the door and running after you. Maybe he should have followed Bakugou’s method and just tell you right up that he needed to knot you. No definitely no... He really hoped he didn’t made you sad, or that you were mad at him. It would kill him.

Your heart was clenching in your chest. What was even that pain? Why did you felt like someone had stabbed you. It was stupid, you knew that day would come. It was selfish of you to react like this. It was in his nature, he needed a mate. You already had blocked him enough. You still cried under the shower this same night. The next day you found yourself talking with your colleagues about it. Most of the bull who were used for reproduction, didn’t have any contacts with the cows. They often were violent and cows were too precious for this. But the softer ones had the chance to chose a mate and actually have a physical relationship with them. That would probably be the case for Shigaraki you thought. You needed to ask him what he thought of it. You arrived at his stable, surprised not to see him look at you. He was always up at this hour normally. You called his name, but he didn’t answer. Worried you opened his stable, just to find him laying down on the hay.

“Tomura is everything okay?”

You looked around, noticing he had not eat any of the thing you had gave him yesterday. Worried you kneeled next to him, touching his shoulder gently. He did not react, but you still heated a little noise. A sob.

“Tomu, love, tell me what’s wrong, please I’m so worried...”

He turned around a bit and you could see he had cried, his pretty red eyes puffy. You even noticed how his neck and under eyes seemed to be red, like he scratched it.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I made you sad.

-No, Tomu, you didn’t. What are you talking about.

-Yesterday. You left upset with me. I hate it. I can’t live with you being upset.

-I was not upset baby. It’s all my fault. I was selfish by reacting like this. But it’s totally normal to want a mate. Tomu, baby, you don’t have to care about me.

-But I don’t want a cow, I want you.

-What?”

He sat down, looking at you in the eyes.

“If I told you I wanted to be a part of the program it just because I wanted you to help me. Like the others are doing. I don’t want to breed anyone. Just you.”

Your heart was going to explode. He wanted you, you thought. You heart was swelling from happiness.

“Y/n, don’t cry please” he cried out panicking.

“No baby it’s fine. I’m just happy. Fuck, I would love to help you.”

He took you in his arms, almost tackling you to the ground. All you could hear was little “don’t cry” coming from him.

You ended up leaving him alone, as you still made sure he was eating correctly. He suddenly seemed way more relaxed, even though you could see a deep blush on his cheeks. His little ears were fluttering and his tail was moving from right to left excitedly. You busied yourself all day, not seeing Shigaraki much. Bakugo and Midoriya had break into a fight and you and an other helper had to take them away from each other. Midoriya told you that his rut was going to come soon and that he couldn’t stand when Bakugou came too close from one of your colleagues. The worst was that Bakugou had no interest in them, he had his own favorite keeper, he just liked to mess with Deku. You decided that those two won’t be having any contacts until their rut had passed. You reassured Deku that his s/o was fine and that they’ll come see him soon. You put him in a stable far away from the others, where he would be in a calm environment. You finally finished your day way later than usual. You were exhausted and felt like you needed a thousand showers. But you still decided to go and see how Shigaraki was doing before going to sleep. When you arrived he was already looking for you, his eyes shining as he saw you getting closer.

“Oi Y/n! You look tired .... What happened

- We had to separate Midoriya and Bakugou earlier, they are going into rut. So I had a lot of work. It was a long day.”

You saw him look at you with more attention, his eyebrows knitted tightly. He looked a bit mad when he approached his head from you, his little nose pressed against your neck, you jolt in surprise when you felt the metal of his septum piercing against your neck.

“You smell like him....

-Like who?

-Deku...

-Well I worked with him so...

-I don’t like it. Normally you smell more like me...”

He never acted territorial toward you before. Maybe it was because of your new arrangement. You would need to talk to him about it, even if you new it was probably useless. None of the other bulls had been reasonable till now. You doubted he would be an exception. You finally left him, promising him to take a shower as soon as you were home and to come back the day after smelling all clean. You’ve never been that happy to leave in the house near the farm. A bunch of other keepers had decided to leave here together as it was cheaper and so close from work. You took a shower like promised and ate something before going to bed. Before going to sleep, you decided to do a bit of research. You knew how breeding worked. You had to supervise the thing a few time which had mortified you at first. Now you learned how to get detached and let the hybrids do their things while you were working somewhere else. But the “milking” part of the process kinda made you worried. You never had that much intimacy with an hybrid. You knew some of your colleagues had and that they even went further than just the milking. There was nothing wrong with that. It was actually pretty common between hybrids and humans. But you were a shy person, in that area at least. Thinking about just touching Shigaraki like that made a wave of arousal travel through your body. You didn’t know if you were supposed to feel like this. Maybe he wasn’t asking for this. He just wanted you to do this as a professional. And you were here, thinking about it as if you were talking about your boyfriend. After re reading the method a few time, the last thing you wanted was to hurt him in some way, you went to sleep, head full of a certain hybrid.

Shigaraki slept way better than the night before, but he was still annoyed about the smell situation. Maybe he should start senting you. After all you were his. He knew he was starting to get into his rut too. Soon every bull around here would be in the same situation. It was spring so it was expected. But this time he would spend it with you and fuck he couldn’t help but be happy about it. He woke a bit early so he would clean his stable, he didn’t want to make it look messy for when you’ll come. He knew it was ridiculous but he couldn’t help it. He even cleaned himself, making sure nothing was caught in his fur. He felt suddenly so hot, he couldn’t wait for you to come. Maybe it was the general tension in the air. Knowing that there was other bull in rut around here. It made him crazy. Why couldn’t you just hurry? Maybe you weren’t even gonna do anything today. What if he got his hopes up and you weren’t planning on doing anything today? He looked at how hard he was becoming, kinda embarrassed.

“Hey Tomu!”

He jumped at the sound of your voice. You looked so pretty today. You looked pretty every day but he couldn’t point his finger on what made you look so beautiful today. Maybe it was the way you styled your hair, the makeup you wore when you usually didn’t.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. Didn’t you hear me come your way?” You chuckled.

He had to have you, he thought.

“So Tomu, I wanted to ask you when you wanted to start the breeding program. Bakugou and Midoriya are already in rut, normally yours start soon after, doesn’t it?

-It’s starting I think...”

His voice was quiet and you could see the blush on his cheeks and how he seemed more tense than usual.

“Oh okay... I’m gonna take your temperature and I’ll see from there.”

You placed the little tube on his tongue, waiting a minute before looking back. Yeah he was definitely entering his rut.

“ Ok Tomu, I’m gonna get ready and I’ll be back. We should wait till you’re completely in heat to start. Do you need me to explain how the procedure work?”

You were speaking so much words and he wasn’t even listening to them. He could only concentrate on your face, watching your lips move. He took a deep breath and he could smell you. So strong. You smelled so good.

“Don’t leave now, fuck, I need you”

You seemed conflicted for a bit.

“Ok I’ll be back in a minute, I swear it’ll be quick but I need to get something”

You didn’t let him answer as you were already leaving. He was gonna die if you didn’t come back quickly. None of his rut had been that hard on him before. It generally was longer than it was intense and it took a all day to settle down. But today his entire body was on fire and he was already so hard. You ran as fast as you could toward the office. You had let everything you needed there. You never grabbed a bag so fast, the other hybrids were looking at you weirdly when they saw you running through the farm. You came back to Tomura’s stable finding him on his knees, his cock in his hand .

“Y/n... fuck please”

He looked so gorgeous. His cock was an angry red, leaking precum like crazy. You dropped to your knees, next to him trying to comfort him a bit. You needed to get him in position so you could prep him, but he didn’t look like he wanted to move. He couldn’t stop pumping his length, not being able to cum.

“Ok I need you to get on your knees baby, you can do this for me?”

He whined but still did what you told him. He was arching his back, his cute little ears were flat against his hair. His tail was swiping in the air almost hitting you. You took the bottle of lube, squirting some on your gloved hands. He was too far gone to see anything at this point but you still wanted him to know what was going to happen. You lubbed the the upper part of what looked like a suction cup, making sure the milking tool won’t hurt him. You touch his shoulder making him look at you. You almost moan when you saw his red cheeks, teary eyes, drool almost dripping out of his mouth.

“I’m gonna put this on you baby, are you ready?

-No I want you. Not that please Y/n!

-This first, I promise I’m gonna touch you, I’ll make you feel really good.”

He didn’t say anything, you were already grabbing him in your hand. He was so heavy, throbbing against your palm. Fuck he would feel so good inside you. You stroked him a few times not being able to resist seeing him cry and buck his hips in your hand. You placed the lubbed part against his tip, his eyes falling on your hand.

“What is it?” He asked his voice quiet.

“It will help you... stay stimulated...It’s the same process we used for the cows”

It indeed looked the devices that were used to milk the cows. You pushed it down his length, watching it get swallowed. You watched Tomura, watching his eyes rolled in his head, tongue out of his mouth. Fuck you wish that was you. You wish you were the one making him feel this good.

“Ok baby, now I’m gonna touch you ok?

-Yes more !”

He threw his ass in the air, his hooves hitting the ground hard. You touched his fur, silky against your palm. Your hand caress the curve of his ass, gently spreading his cheeks.

“Y/n!

-Yes?

-W- why are you touching me there?

He didn’t had the time to answer before you push one finger inside. He gasped, throwing his head back.

« Y/n ! F-fuck »

You forgot everything when you saw him starting to rock his hips,your finger getting deeper inside him. You slowly put another finger in, his flesh already so tender you did not met any resistance. You crooked you fingers inside, your finger tips digging into his flesh’ hitting his sweet spot hard. He screamed, arching his back cumming so hard it made his entire body shake. He kept cumming as you didn’t stop moving your fingers.

« More! Please more! »

You added a new finger, the third one stretching him wide.

« Fuck, Tomura, you came so hard you’re so good. Your little hole is swallowing my fingers »

He moaned, clenching more and you looked at the tube seeing more and more cum dripping inside.

« I’m gonna milk you hard love, you’re so pretty like this fuck »

The words were just coming out of your mouth shamelessly at this point. You knew it was not professional, but you couldn’t help it. He was driving you crazy, his pretty face was flushed, his eyes full of tears, lips bitten red and all wet with drool.

« I can’t stop! It feels too good, can’t stop- »

His voice was broken, and he was trusting his hips, making harder and harder for you to hold him down.

« I want to be inside you, please Y/n! Please! I want to cum inside- »

You wanted that to, so bad, but you knew you couldn’t right now.

« A little more love »

He was shaking from all his limbs. Your fingers started to get tired from all this, but with a final twist of your wrist, you pressed three fingers hard against his flesh, making him collapsed from pleasure.

« Too much, it hurts, please »

He was shaking on the ground, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. You stopped the movement with your fingers. You let him go of the equipment, finally freeing his cock. You looked at the machine, impressed by the amount of cum.

« Tomu are you okay? »

He nodded slowly, smiling as he felt your hand on his hair.

“It still feels good...

-I didn’t hurt you right?

-No...”

You took him in you arms, laying in the hay with him, murmuring in his ear how much you loved him. He looked so vulnerable right now, but here he was, his face pressed against your chest, breathing calmly. You kissed the top of his head, smiling as well.

“I love you, my mate” he said, pressing his lips against his neck.

“I love you too.”

You looked down at him, seeing his eyes closed, his breathing study. You needed to take the material back and to start cleaning, but you felt so good right now. Maybe it could wait a little bit more.

#bnha #mha fanfiction #mha smut #mha imagines #my hero academia #shigaraki headcanons #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki smut

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kojoty · 2 years ago

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I feel like lgbt slur discourse is so.... Removed from reality. Like. Okay. Don't say a slur to someone you either (a) don't know the history of said comfortability of or (b) you know is actively uncomfortable with said slur. Don't just drop slurs at, say, a professional work environment. Maybe don't say slurs to children who will be unable to understand the full context and celebration of reclamation. Know your audience. Know the context. But to say we should always avoid them? Lol. Say them at gay clubs, say them at protests, say them amongst friends. Say them to incite change. Reclamation is just that-- it barbs a word flung at us like knifes into a word that will fling itself two fold back at the aggressors, with pride. There is a living history with these words and to deny their usage in totality does a disservice to history and the people who have died defending these cultures. Fags dykes and queers rise up

#Though I have my qualms on the adopted and modern connotation of queer #It too is still a part of our history

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asher-the-diaster · 3 years ago

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the sister planets part 9

the penner project

this is part of a ingoing humans are space orcs series that i'm not totally sure how i ended up writing, as always the link to the part index is here https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DYMuKK5CIgJgDapNbu5sBqr_b5uT1Yz4pJoJ2fuAk4w/edit?usp=sharing

Earth was in chaos, and I had never felt this useless in my whole life.

After first contact with extraterrestrials, the government tried to keep the information classified, which did not work. And when footage leaked and people discovered that the Canadian prime minister had been at diplomatic contact soon the fact that i was the one who made contact was out of the bag too.

My crew was on leave to recover from the ordeal, and deal with the fact that ourship exploded, so I was on earth witnessing the chaos first hand, unable to do anything.

Aliens.

Everyone was up in arms.

Riots in the streets, death prophecies, just general incoherent panic.

My crew ended up in a secure facility, partially to monitor our health both physical and mental, mostly to keep us safe from being targeted by the riots outside.

Governments went largely silent on the issue. Censorship cut off information from the general public in an attempt to curb the chaos, it did not work.

After three weeks of non stop general panic a nurse told me that there was someone who wanted to see me.

I got dressed as professionally as you can in a hospital with a broken leg and walked out on my crutches, now a human model. I was kinda sad they didn’t let me keep the one twee-ake had given me.

The nurse led me into the common room, then handed me a translation device.

“The fuck? I thought this was my family or something.”

“They’ll call you in when they're ready.”

“Okay...” i put on the device, it looked like a pair of over the ear headphones someone had removed one ear from and pushed the other one out, the point to that was to ensure that you could still hear your environment during translation, i put it on and pushed the bottom that let the mic pick up my voice to translate.

Soon after I had the device on, the other members of my crew started to arrive in the common room. Unsurprisingly Olivera looked the most put together, how she had gotten her uniform in here I don't know. Davoin wore jeans and a t- shirt, and Richardson was in sweats.

None of us seemed to have any clue what was going on.

I was called in first, they led me to a conference room type place at the end of the hall.

Inside was my platoon leader, the nato and spto generals, a rep from the UN, and my brother, the prime minister of canada.

“Should I be in uniform?” I asked.

“It's fine captain, we understand that you are recovering from your... ordeal.”

“Right.” get abducted by aliens one time and everyone puts the kiddy gloves on around you, “May I ask what is happening here?”

“Sure, so you are obviously aware of our first contact with extraterrestrials, and the problems that have arisen on their front and ours.”

“Yeah.”

“Well our delegations and their contact crew, I believed they were called, have come up with a solution to the problems that have arisen due to these particular circumstances.”

“You mean the fact that the two most advanced species in interstellar life happen to be martians and venusians who are terrified of us because they think they were children of a death god? Or the riots about aliens existing?”

The UN rep looked at Mathew, “don’t look at me I've seen her cuss at a president, that is filtered for her.”

“Anyways. The spto rep said, “the solution that was reached was a joint study in interstellar space, we send a crew on a interspecies ship that will run odd jobs in order to help with the galaxy and they also send crews to join us, we get to study and learn from each other.”

“That sounds like a plan but why tell me?”

“Because,” Matt said, putting his head in his hands, “they want you to run it.”

“Well you too captain the ship, not necessarily do the study.”

“Why me? I stuck at improving humans opinions on humans, why woud anyone want me to represent the planet?”

“The martians and venusians, twee-ake and titita? Asked for you by name.`` Mathew said, rubbing his temples.

“Ok,” i trusted those too, they had saved my life, if they were involved i trusted the project.

“What?”

“As long as my crew can come I'll do it.”

“Catain,” the nato general said, “we are talking about being light years from your home, at the wimes of a race and we know nothing about, I implore you, think this through.”

“I have, these people saved me and my crew's lives, that bodes a lot of trust for me, plus they legitimately think we are children of a death god, they won’t try to hurt me. If my crew is allowed to come and is willing, I'm in.”

“Your crew, if willing, were on our list of potentials, along with an even number of citizens from the spto, we refuse to let nato do this without our input.”

“Understood.”

“Can I talk to my sibling out in the hall?” Mat asked, “great” he said not waiting for an answer, he pulled me by the arm and into the hall.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a whisper yell.

“Agreeing to help my people advance, how is this different from you running for pm, this is my way of helping earth.”

“This could end badly, we don’t know anything about these people. What if they hurt you?”

“Did you miss the part where they saved my life?”

“You could get even more hurt.”

“My leg wasn’t there flaut, and even if it was you can get hurt walking down the street, the possibility of injury is nothing new to me matthew.”

“Sam please.”

“I love you, but this isn’t your decision to make.”

10 minutes later me and my crew were in front of the brass, as they finished the project's explanation.

“Well?” i asked, “we can’t force you to go but i’m not doing this without you, what do you say?”

“Let's blow this popsicle stand.” Richardson exclaimed.

“In 5 weeks when the ship and your broken bones are ready.”

“Am i the only one who is wondering how this is going to stop the riots?” Oliveira asked.

“We are keeping the interior mission declassified, we are working for open information and familiarity to stop the panic.”

“I feel like that logic is flawed but okay…”

As we discussed the details I caught a glimpse of Mathew, he looked worried sick, but he would come to understand, wouldn’t he? This was what the oracle started, and what our remaining members would finish.

#the sister planets #humans are confusing #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #earth is a death world #earth is space australia

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thevulturesys · 2 years ago

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Let’s talk about how DID is portrayed on the media. This is a topic that should be talked about more often as DID is often stigmatized. Let me start off by saying that your DID does NOT have to show a certain way. Everyone’s experience with DID is different and valid. As long as you fit the DID diagnosing criteria, you are valid. In this post, I will be sharing our experience with you for educational purposes so I can debunk some myths and misconceptions and so you can get an idea of things. Without further ado, let’s dive right in. 1. You do NOT have to have a certain number of alters to be valid. DID isn’t even all about alters, it’s more so about trauma. DID is a result of TRAUMA, alters are just part of that trauma. You’re as valid for having 14+ headmates as someone with 5-6 headmates. Polyfragmented systems are a thing and are just as valid too. This was your brain’s way of coping, you do not need to stress about it. Anyone who tells you otherwise is not worthy of your time. No one knows your trauma and your life as well as you do so they do not have a say in things. We are a system of 13 members, we are just as valid as you are. 2. Having no introjects is just as valid as having plenty introjects. Introjects usually form because the brain found comfort in said person and used that person as an escape route from the trauma you endure. Understanding why your introjects exist is important. P.S. Please do NOT attempt to find out stuff you’re not ready to know without professional help because you could expose yourself to more hidden trauma and end up re-traumatizing yourself. Seek professional help if it is available to you. 3. Switches don’t have to be noticeable!!! DID is covert, people aren’t meant to notice you switching, that’d attract unnecessary attention towards you. Your brain does not want people suspecting you which’s why it does it’s best to work behind the scenes. The switches you see on social media are often times dramatized to catch people’s attention for views and etc..! Although, switches CAN be noticeable. 4. Switches can be quick or slow. This is pretty self-explanatory. Sometimes, (and with communication), some headmates and I are able to quickly switch when we’re able to. Switches vary from headmate to headmate for us. Sometimes, they can be slow and painful while other times, they can be quick and nauseating. We don’t all share the same experience, my system might have better communication than yours which influences the way we switch, your experience and mine are totally valid and you don’t have to compare the two or be like us to be valid! 5. Dissociative barriers can vary. Because of communication and effort, K and I have lower amnesia barriers compared to KD and me. That is totally okay. Amnesia barriers can be low or high based on how far in therapy you are, how much you’ve progressed with each other, how much effort you’ve put in, and how much you’ve communicated with your system to achieve such low barriers. K and I can sometimes recall what each of us has done while fronting. We did not used to be like that. Amnesia barriers were super awful during the time but with communication, they’ve lessened. You are valid for having low or high amnesia barriers. 6. Most of the things you see on social media are dramatized for views and clout. Please don’t let that get to you. Consult your therapist and surround yourself with a safe, non-toxic environment and familiarize yourself with how DID can actually look like. Again, just because your experience is different from another system’s does not make you any less of a system. These are only some of the various things within the DID community. I shall add to this post when I think of anything new to add. That’s all for now, folks. Hope you learned a thing or two!

#actually did #ptsd #cptsd #did system #did #sysblr #sysblogging #did positivity #osdd #introjects #persecutor #fictive #informative

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twilightdruig · 3 years ago

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sleeping with the ceo

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

summary: one night stand before the first day of his new job and oops that was his new boss he was sleeping with.

warnings: ceo!reader , assistant!george , muggle!au , mentions of sex , one night stand , awkwardness , fwb

words: 1.8k

a/n: unedited!! i have a love hate relationship with this and i just wanted to say @wandsandwheezes , @chokemepansy , @rcwenaclaw , and @nancybycrs are such huge inspirations to me like their writing is amazing <33

y/n didn’t know how she got here. she remembers going out with her friends, having a few drinks and partying a bit.

now, she was tangled in unfamiliar sheets with an attractive man next to her. she examined him, he was lanky, had ginger hair and freckles littered his body.

she vaguely remembers him buying her a drink. she had this fuzzy memory of his hands roaming her body. she slightly remembered his name starting with a ‘g’.

he started fussing and moving around in his sleep. he slipped his hand back to her waist so she couldn’t try to escape. he let out a groan in her ear and tightened his arms around her.

she didn’t want to wake him up so she subtly tried to nudge his chest. they were both still very naked. none of them bothered to put anything on after last night.

she raked her brain to remember what his name was. was it glen? gabriel? george? george. it sounded familiar. george. george! that was his name. he looked like a george too.

“george” she whispered slowly “george!” she whispered again a little louder. “george” she said one last time with a nudge.

he jumped a little. his eyes were now open but still droopy. he attempted to go back to sleep but awoke once again when he realized there was a beautiful girl in his arms. a beautiful naked girl. that was also when he remembered he had a job interview today.

he shot up and quickly covered himself when he realized he was undressed. she quickly turned the other way as well.

“hey there! uh… y/n right?” he exclaimed frantically, panic evident in his eyes. fred and lee somehow convinced him to come with them and celebrate fred’s job offer. the three always celebrated together. when lee finished his internship, when they graduated, when they bought their first cars, etc.

“yeah, hi!” she greeted. this was the most awkward thing she’s ever experienced. she’s a ceo! she’s fired people, yelled at people and have been in way more embarrassing moments. this is gonna be fine.

“well — uhm, it��s the first day of my job and it’s kind of really important. you can stay if you want to, my brother can take care of it” he offered.

“oh! i also have work to attend to, actually” she declined.

“oh… well then. this,” he gestured in between them, “was great. really! i wish i could spend more time but this is huge”

“no, i totally understand” she smiled.

when he left to the bathroom, she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. she walked around the spacious bedroom and picked up her scattered clothes. she just had to get picked up and change in the office. she held her shoes by the heals, got dressed up in wrinkly, used clothes and exited the room to leave for work.

she squeaked when she found george (or who she thought it was) standing shirtless, and hair dripping in the kitchen. “hi darling, i’m fred” he winked.

“yes… hi, fred. george didn’t mention a twin, only a brother” she pursed her lips feeling slightly embarrassed.

“explains the frightened and confused look”

“yeah… is it alright if i leave? tell george i had a great time last night,” she said “even if i didn’t remember most of it” she whispered to herself.

“yeah, sure!” he took a sip of his beverage “should i tell the doorman to call a taxi for you?”

“that would be really great. thank you so much”

“it’s certainly no problem” he dialed the doorman and requested a taxi.

she ran out the door, catching a glimpse of fred smirking to himself.

george walked out his room all dressed up for work and very nervous.

“missed her mate”

“oh… well i might see her again who knows” ‘oh you certainly will’ fred thought

“tell me, was she a good shag?” fred teased

“yes, actually” george laughed

“reckon she looked quite familiar?” fred asked. he knew who she was and what george was getting himself into but decided to just leave it until george figured it out by himself.

“no. you know her?”

“not really, no. familiar though”

—

she waited outside for a taxi which brought her straight to her office building.

“y/n! where the hell have you been?!” liv, your stand in assistant whisper-yelled to y/n.

“i was out with friends late last night, okay? no big deal”

“it is a big deal! there are a few workers starting her today! including your assistant because i have another job and kids to also attend to.” she handed her a white folder with the logo on the front “this is the list of all the new employees who will visit your office for first day evaluation”

“… except your assistant who will be here shortly”

“i’m gonna need to get changed.” she muttered. boy was today gonna be busy.

she boarded the elevator which took her to the highest floor; her office.

when she arrived, she ran to her personal space, past her assistant desk and into the small walk-in closet. she looked like a downright mess and it wasn’t appropriate to see new employees looking like a slob.

she tried her best looking professional and clean. she didn’t want her employees to know she was out sleeping with a stranger the night before. she did not know what she was getting herself into.

a few minutes passed, she was seated in her desk going through emails and actual mail, checking her calendar and whatnot when she heard the elevator door open.

she looked up and was met with familiar ginger hair, brown eyes and freckles. “george?” “y/n!?” they yelled at the same time.

they saw each other this morning, naked, and tangled in each other’s arms. george didn’t know why he didn’t recognize her, and y/n didn’t know how this was possible ‘who goes out the night before their first day at their job?’.

“heyy,” y/n greeted awkwardly slow “george.”

she could hear a faint and unclear “i slept with my new boss last night” from george.

“and i slept with my new assistant last night as well” she continued, testing the waters. in the amount of times y/n has hired people, this has never happened.

george gave her a tight-lipped smile. now it made sense what fred said this morning. she was of course familiar. the oh so rich ceo of the company he now works at. y/n l/n, multi-millionaire.

“listen, george. if you don’t want to work as my assistant, i can transfer you to one of my managers” she offered. she took his feelings into account, maybe he regret last night, he might be the office slut or whatever was going through his head.

“no! no, y/n. that’s ridiculous. i would love to work for you”

—

weeks turned into months and the two working together went smoothly. he answered her calls, made reservations and bought coffee. they worked like friends, equals. not like one was working for the other.

george especially appreciated the scented candle y/n got him the very next day after the awkward exchange.

y/n would even call him into her office for a quickie almost a year into him working there. it became a regular thing. either her hands down his trousers or her bent over her own desk.

today was different though. george was jittery and nervous. y/n was the least busy she’s ever been. she’d ask what her schedule was every half hour.

he slipped a little something in her calendar tonight, though. 8pm dinner at italiano’s with george. it was kind of a way of asking her out? he thought it was smart.

“georgie, what else is on my schedule today?” she called from her desk while playing with her pen.

“well, sweetheart,” they called each other nicknames and petnames when no one was around “you have a meeting with alicia by 4:30, selene is stopping by for drinks by 5:15 and you have dinner with me at 8”

she registered the meetings into her mind then along came dinner with her assistant with benefits.

“is this your way of asking me out, georgie?” she teased.

“oh, you see right through me huh”

“of course i do,” she poked his sides “literally an hour before your first day i was tangled in your sheets. i think we’ve got quite the bond”

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after all her meetings and meet ups, it was finally the time for her to go home, or in today’s case, have dinner with george.

they went to a dainty little italian restaurant who served the best pasta she’s ever had (well that’s what she told george). it was quiet especially for a sunday night.

george was sitting across from her as they waited for the food. he started with a little small talk like the weather and the environment. he then talked about the situations at work and other people who worked with them. this felt natural to them. just two friends (or more) talking comfortably in a romantic italian restaurant.

“we had sex the first time today, a year ago” george interjected.

“you really have a way with words, weasley. but really?” y/n asked with wide, surprised eyes. george nodded. “wow! a year ago. that seems like so long”

“it does”

their food was served and they went back to office talk. they also reminisced on how awkward they were. my, my. how much they’ve grown.

“you know, y/n.” he reached to hold her hand “me and fred had this huge idea” he started.

“you know how i told you about those times in high school and college where me, fred and our best friend lee would prank people and joke around?”

“of course”

“we’re opening a shop! we have enough money for it now!” he exclaimed.

“george!” she arose from her seat and gave him a big hug “i am so extremely proud of you”. she knew he was passionate about that. she knew about his mom not supporting him and his brother snd wanting them to take a political or medical job.

george felt like he was gonna tear up. this woman us amazing. she supports him about everything he’s passionate about, she makes sure he’s comfortable and she makes him happy. y/n was all he could ever ask for.

“y/n.” george uttered in her ear, finally gaining the confidence to tell her “i have another thing to tell you.”

“yeah, go ahead georgie” she held his face with her hands.

“i — i am so completely utterly drop dead in love with you” he whispered with a small smile “and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, i just wan-“

she cut him off short by pressing her lips against his, forcefully. it took george a few milliseconds to register what was happening until her kissed her back.

she moved her hands to get tangled with the hair on the nape of his neck while his hands were on her waist. they were smiling in their kiss.

when they pulled back they pushed their heads together. “so… did that mean you love me back or..?”

she kissed him again and again on his cheeks and nose. “yes. it means i love you back. and i don’t care what anyone says.”

george paid for tonight’s dinner for a change and they went back to y/n’s enormous flat and one thing lead to another…

#harry potter #george weasley x reader #george weasley #hogwarts #george weasley imagine #george weasley x fem #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you

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