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himbowelsh · 4 years

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18 with winnix for the kiss prompts please!

sha-la-la-la my oh my, looks like the boy’s too shy 💋 (accepting!) 18. kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap

this definitely... escalated far past where you wanted/needed it to go, and turned into more of an exploration of their post-war relationship, when winters joins nix in new jersey... i had fun with it, but oof, did it ever kinda spiral. there’s definitely kissing towards the end, though, so i hope you enjoy!!

To be fair, Nix never promised him an enjoyable night.

His first pitch was “a party”. Dick, who’s had enough experience with the sort of parties that go on in Nixon, New Jersey, replied that he had paperwork to catch up on. It was a good excuse because it wasn’t a lie. Nix brooded for a solid thirty seconds before popping back up, smile bright, to declare, “an evening affair, then, and you’re my date. You have to be, since I need one, and I haven’t got anyone else.”

Dick raised an eyebrow. “What about that girl, the one with the — the red hair —?”

“Hah,” replied Nix, in a flat tone that suggested his redheaded girlfriend was ancient history.

“One of the lobby girls, then.”

“Hah.”

“Blanche?”

“Hah!”

“I’m sure your mother would be honored to go with you.”

Nix had to grip the edge of the table to keep from falling down, laughing.

By the time he regained his composure, Dick was pretty much resigned to accompanying him for the evening. He’s never been able to say no to Nix anyways, even during the war. Being home — Nix’s home — and seeing him in his element — for better or worse — just makes it harder. Something about Nix in the bustling atmosphere of the New Jersey social scene is beguiling, electric, and a bit haunted. Like watching a film noir, Dick can never look away.

He doesn’t expect to have a good time. Nix’s parties are not designed to be good times for people who don’t smoke, drink, or gamble. Nix was kind enough not to remark on the novel tucked into the inside pocket of Dick’s suit jacket as they strode up the walkway towards the roaring party. Loud music blared from open windows; lights and laughter twinkled from beyond the spacious French doorways. It was only nine o’clock, but Dick could feel exhaustion creeping up on him already.

“Come on,” Nix encouraged, guiding him into the townhouse with a proud hand on his elbow. “Let’s set you up on a nice sofa and find a Shirley Temple. Extra cherries, just for you.”

The one thing Dick will credit Lewis Nixon’s parties for — they’re never stingy with the cherries.

Now, three hours into the affair, he sets aside his most recent soda and scans the crowd. As the hours wind away, the raucous group has started to thin out. Either the partiers are headed somewhere else, or all have appointments to keep in the morning, because they show no signs of lingering into the early hours. Dick can be grateful for that much, at least. Those types of parties typically end with him dozing on a stranger’s sofa until he has to steer a very drunk Nix into the back of the waiting car at 3am. Dick has suffered through enough late evenings to never want to see another one again — though, time after time, he ends up coming out for Nix.

It seems like a quiet one tonight, though, thank goodness. The music has faded to a lull, someone thrumming out a thoughtful tune on the piano. The rowdiest partiers have taken leave, and all that’s left are Nix’s regular companions— the home’s owner, another Ivy League man Nix knows well, along with several of his mistresses; a few other Nixon Nitration folks Dick vaguely recognizes, and their dates; Nix’s sister Blanche, leaning languidly over the piano in a shimmering silver dress; and Nix, sprawled in a chair, top buttons of his shirt undone and hair disheveled.

He looks utterly debauched, and something about it thrills Dick. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, of course, but Nix in his sanguine element is magnetic. He’s like a panther — sleek and relaxed, dangerous under a veneer of nobility. No matter how much he’s had to drink, Nix’s dark gaze is always piercing; he always seems to know something the rest of the room doesn’t, and sometimes it plays on his lips like a hidden treasure.

He’s smirking like that now, and the smirk’s trained directly on Dick… and he can’t look away. It’s impossible. Even if he wanted to, Nix reels him in with that penetrating gaze. It’s all Dick can do to sit up straighter, pretending he is comfortable in this rakish crowd, the only one sober and the only one out of place.

“Speaking of saints,” Nix says at once — loud enough to cut in on whatever theological ramble his Yale buddy was in the middle of, “here’s one now. Sitting in front of us. Dick, come here. Show these fellows what a true Saint Augustine looks like.”

Dick would rather do anything else… but he’d cross a mountain for Lewis Nixon. Crossing the length of a trashed ballroom is only a bit more challenging. He comes to stand at Nix’s side, clearly uncomfortable, while Nix’s friends take him in as though seeing him for the first time this evening.

“You know I’m not Catholic, Lew,” he tries to quip, to break the tense mood. Nix’s hand catches his, squeezing lightly, and Dick’s own unease only grows.

“Neither am I, but we’re pretending for tonight. Gives all the sinning a bit more zest, you know?”

“Sure.” Dick’s hand comes to rest on the back of Nix’s chair, unconsciously craving something to do. One of the host’s mistresses, with bright red lips and sharp eyes, doesn’t miss it.

“Ohh,” she hums, like the word is a wave she must ride to the shore. “Don't say it, Lewis. This is your handsome date?”

Something about the way she says it has Dick’s shoulders tensing in instinctual alarm. Maybe Nix has had far too much to drink, or can read this crowd too well; he doesn’t even flinch at the implication.

“Afraid so,” he replies, a hand creeping up Dick’s sleeve. “Nice enough to hang around all night, even though he’d rather be back home pouring over... productivity reports. Employee reviews? Staff... surveys?”

“Something like that,” Dick says.

“Something like that.” Nix’s hand runs up and down Dick’s arm, blatantly fond. It takes everything in Dick’s power not to tense up.

None of the assembled crowd seems bothered by such a display, however. Nix’s friends exchange knowing looks, smirking around lit cigarettes or crystal glasses. One woman languidly kicks her heels onto her date’s laugh, shaking her head. From the piano, Blanche runs a hand over her glossy hair, gaze sharp on her brother and his companion. “He’s out of your league, Lewis,” she chimes. Her smirk is catlike, voice like molasses dripping onto spring grass. At times, she looks dangerously like her brother, and Dick isn’t sure how to handle either of them.

Nix’s grip settles around Dick’s upper arm. “Isn’t that the truth?”

When Dick looks down, Nix is looking up. Something about his whiskey-bright gaze knocks the breath from his lungs. It’s too… soft, too tender. Too intimate for this party, to exist among strangers. Nix’s grip on his bicep is firm, and Dick has no desire to pull away. He doesn’t get the chance to question — not even a flicker of uncertainty, a breathless what's he doing — before Nix gives a tug, and Dick all but tumbles into his lap.

He regains his balance like a newborn colt, to the bubbling laughter of Nix’s audience. His cheeks flare, bright red; Nix’s touches, usually so welcome, now linger on his skin like a hot iron. He’s straddling his best friend’s knees, Nix’s arm wrapped around his to steady him, and it’s all Dick can do not to leap back to his feet to salvage whatever slim slice of dignity remains.

“Nix,” he says, voice low in warning.

“Relax, Dick,” he answers, equally softspoken. “It’s all a game. Don’t you see? None of it really matters.”

It matters to me, he wants to say... because Nix has never held him without it mattering, has never caressed him without every sensation engraving itself permanently into Dick’s memory. Nix has never… not mattered to him. Some part of Dick, an small yet insidious murmur, wonders when he became insignificant to him.

The way Nix caresses his face is anything but meaningless, though… as is the way his dark gaze lingers on his lips, simmering for so long that Dick can feel its heat. Nix’s thumb grazes the corner of his mouth, and instinctively Dick draws back.

Something hurt flashes in Nix’s eyes. Dick cannot feel guilty. He doesn’t want this — can’t Nix understand that? Not here, not now, not putting on a show for an audience. Not when Nix is whiskey-soaked and careless, so far gone that Dick could get drunk off the taste of him. If this is a game, Dick doesn’t want to play.

“Father isn’t around for you to give a coronary, Lewis.” Blanche’s voice echoes as though from the other side of a tunnel, practically bored. “Save it for the next family dinner, at least.”

Gradually, Nix’s grip on Dick’s waist loosens. His touch pulls away from his face, finding Dick’s hand instead. He raises it to his mouth and lets it linger there — a sweet mockery of a kiss — before releasing Dick entirely.

Dick pulls away, regaining his posture and his dignity. The eyes of the room are all on him now, as surely as they were on the jazz singer earlier in the night. He can’t take their weight, or their curiosity. Keeping his eyes fixed firmly ahead, he brushes himself down and murmurs an excuse to Nix. “Just going to get some air.”

Nix doesn’t try to stop him.

Stepping out into the cool night is like being released from prison. Dick braces himself against the stone railing of the townhouse’s balcony, gazing at the gravel drive only a few feet below. He could jump it, if he really wanted to — easier that than going back inside and leaving out the front door, wrangling Nix away from his clan. They’re not so far from home — he could walk it, in an hour or so. The fresh air would do his head good. At least in the dark, no one would be able to see him, to wonder and scrutinize…

His mind has gone to a strange place now, and is twisting itself in tangles. Recognizing his own impossible daydream, Dick sighs, slumping forward. A hand finds his hair, rumbling it. For a long moment, he only breathes, focusing on the autumn air filling his lungs and the crickets chirping in the night, to drown out the storm raging inside.

His nerves are too taut not to notice when someone comes up behind him… but the scent of perfume is familiar, so he doesn’t jump. She sidles up alongside him, inhaling softly in the night air; she blows out the same way Nix does, from deep within her chest. When Dick raises his head, Blanche is not focused on him at all, but looking ahead down the driveway.

“Planning your escape?” she asks lightly. Her mulberry lips curl upwards, without the chore of looking at him. “I don’t blame you. That was painful, in there.”

Dick arches an eyebrow. “You felt it too?”

She has a drink in her hand, but the glass is empty. As Blanche’s attention drifts to it, she seized upon the olive, still speared and languishing inside the glass. With delicate, manicured fingers, she plucks it out and scrutinizes the tiny fruit.

“You can’t let him bully you, Dick,” she says after a moment. The scent of wine may be heavy on her breath, but her words are perfectly sober. “He doesn’t mean to, but it’s instinct around these people. They all like to show off, and he’s proud of you.”

Dick’s brows furrow. He’s not some brand new car, or a gold-plated watch. “Why?”

“Because you’re nothing like them.” Blanche’s dark gaze flickers up to him; for the first time tonight, Dick feels entirely seen. Her lips purse, like she’s fighting back a smile, but something in her eyes reminds him of loneliness. “You don’t belong in this set… and that’s nothing against you, darling, only what you know as well as us. My brother prizes you so highly; he’s proud that you’re here, that you’re with him, that you give him your time and agree to accompany him to these parties, even though you’d much rather be doing anything else.”

Dick’s lips purse. Blanche waits a moment, as though expecting him to protest… but he has nothing to say.

“Rich little boys love their toys. You need to remind him that you aren’t one.” Her fingers drum against the rim of her glass; each clink-clink-clink pierces Dick’s nerves like shrapnel wounds.

“He doesn’t mean anything wrong by it,” he protests, because he knows Nix well enough to understand that.

“Of course not. If he didn’t care about you…” Blanche’s words trail off, along with her gaze. She drifts back out to the driveway, painted lips pursing like she’s considering something far away. After another silent moment, she glances at Dick once more. “Last chance to run.”

Dick smirks. “I’m considering it.”

Blanche sighs into the night, pushing her folded arms off the railing and stepping back. Dick no longer feels inclined to stand out in the darkness, alone. As she steps back into the well-lit hallway, he follows her.

When they reenter the lounge, Nix is holding court, in the middle of an animated story Dick’s heard before. “— of course, I couldn’t have known there was a cat involved, otherwise I’d never have set foot in the apartment. So I sit down on the couch and the damned thing launches at me, yowling like a bat out of hell —“ He cuts off, mid-flail, gaze landing on his sister and companion. “Ah. Was wondering where you too made off to.”

“Nothing untoward,” Blanche drawls, slinking back towards the bar. “I offered, but Dick’s too upstanding.”

Nix locks onto Dick, and again, his gaze is painfully warm. Dick feels the same way, like a furnace is burning under his collar. Uneasily, he lowers himself onto a settee at the far edge of the room, back to the door so he won’t be tempted. So long as he’s in Nix’s sightline, his presence counts… but he doesn’t have to make himself the object of a crowd’s fascination again.

Nix understands, in that easy way of his. His lips curl up in the slightest smile, before he turns back to his audience. “As I was saying…”

His story winds on for a little while longer, before he grows bored with it. By then, the crowd has grown equally bored with its malingering, but still too languid to get up and do something about it. One of the women slips behind the piano and tries to start up a dancing tune, but no one bites. Her song devolves into something slower, more thoughtful. The host pours himself another drink from the bar, and doesn’t offer to serve anyone else; his mistresses chatter in an undertone, lipstick stained crystal glasses sitting beside them. Nix reclines back in his chair, perfectly debauched. His hair is a ruffled mess, bow-tie undone and hanging loosely around his neck. The top of his shirt is still open, carelessly displaying his collarbones and a flash of dark hair across his chest.

You’ll catch a chill, a voice in Dick’s head that sounds too much like his mother chides. He’s seized briefly with the inexplicable, intense urge to cross the room and lean over Nix to close the shirt himself. It passes, of course, and he politely averts his gaze.

Perhaps he’s doing too good of a job not looking at him. “Dick,” Nix finally says, from right behind him. “Ready to go?”

A wave of relief washes over him. He hasn’t wanted anything so badly since his discharge papers. “Let’s go,” he replies, rising to his feet.

They pay polite goodbyes to their host; Blanche waves them off with an eyeroll for Nix and a blown kiss for Dick. Then, finally, they leave through the front door, and slip into the night.

While they drove here themselves, Nix is in no state to command the car. Dick is already prepared to take the wheel, when the valet steps up with keys in hand. “Do you require a ride home, Mr. Nixon?”

Dick’s surprised gaze swivels towards Nix, as if to ask do we? (He’s still so unused to the world of chauffeurs and butlers, and every encounter leaves a foreign, coppery taste in his mouth.) Nix dwells on the offer for a moment with lazy-eyed disinterest, before shrugging and gesturing the valet towards his car. “Why not? Roy likes to be generous. Let him do us a favor for once, huh?”

Dick, who has never personally done Nix’s friend Roy a single favor, just nods.

Nix’s car is sleek and expensive, a top of the line Plymouth Deluxe in glossy black paint and felt seating. Dick has sat in the passenger’s seat enough times that sliding into the back feels like a mistake, something to double back and correct before he manages to embarrass himself. Nix slides in right behind him, not giving him the chance. The scent of car freshener can’t disguise the stuffy air in the back of the car; there’s not much separating the back from the front, but the forward row of seats stretch up, practically creating a barrier to separate both ends of the car in half. Dick hears the driver slide in up front, but in the darkness, it’s hard to see.

“Turn on the radio, will you?” Nix requests as the car stirs to life. Obligingly, the driver turns a few knobs; what threatens to become an awkward silence immediately finds itself drowned out by a staticky love ballad.

“And when I kissed you, darling It was more than just a thrill for me It was the promise, darling Of the things that fate had willed for me…”

The timing is astonishingly poor. Dick slumps back against the seat, all but defeated. At his side, Nix chuckles.

When Dick looks over, it's impossible to catch his eye. The night is too dark, and these roads aren’t well-lit; shrouded by shadows, Nix’s eyes are two black holes, drawing all trace of light into them and holding it hostage. Dick catches a flash of something pearly, which must be the jagged cut of Nix’s smile; the silhouetted shoulders rise up and down, in what isn’t quite laughter.

After a moment, Nix goes still. Dick can’t see, but he knows he’s being watched.

“Well?” Nix finally says. “When are you going to tell me what an idiot I am?”

Dick turns his head, looking out the window nearest to him. “Never occurred to me, Nix.”

“Maybe not to say it, but you were thinking it. Come on, Dick.” A smooth-palmed hand finds his in the darkness. Dick allows it. “I knew I screwed up the moment you pulled away. Knew it as soon as I saw your face, really, but damn me if I know how to stop… come on, that’s what I bring you to these things for. To keep a leash on me.”

Dick thinks Nix’s social circle picked up on that, at least.

He doesn’t realize how tense he’s gone until Nix’s thumb strokes along the back of his knuckles; his hand, Dick realizes, has gone stiff as a corpse’s, gnarled with tension. When he looks down, he’s suddenly ashamed. He tries to pull away, but Nix holds fast.

“I’m sorry,” he says, sudden and sincere.

“You didn’t do anything,” Dick replies. “If I didn’t want to be there —“

“You don’t want to be there. You come to these awful things for me, even though you can’t stand it, and you’re a fish out of water the whole time. I’m being cruel to you. Downright uncharitable! And you know the reason why.”

Dick’s gaze is drawn back to him again. This time, as a flash of light passes through the car, he glimpses Nix’s face — eyes bright with drink, devastatingly earnest, his lips curled downwards and jaw tense. He’s handsome without trying… and cruel, too. More careless than he realizes.

Blanche’s words echo in his ears: rich little boys love their toys.

“It might be a game to you, Nix,” Dick says softly, “but it isn’t to me. Whatever show you were putting on in there… I don’t want to be part of it anymore.”

Nix is silent for a long moment. The air between them is thick as curdled cream. “I understand,” he finally says. “I… I get it, Dick, christ. I’m sorry.”

“I know.” Of course he knows. Doesn’t Nix realize he doesn’t have to put on a show for anyone, just do Dick will stand by his side? Doesn’t he realize the whole reason Dick goes to these parties, time and time again, is for him? Because he’d shatter the entire world and piece it back together, fragment by microscopic fragment, just to make Lewis Nixon happy?

“It’s never been a game to me, Nix,” he says softly.

In the darkness, Nix’s hand finds his again. This time, Dick squeezes tight.

He doesn’t know exactly how they come together, what magnetism pulls them or the way their bodies fit together. His shoulder presses up against Nix’s; his fingers find the threads of Nix’s hair; Nix’s thigh is a solid weight as it drapes over his own, his skin is warm, and suddenly Nix is practically in his lap.

It felt better this way. Dick likes the cover of darkness, is painfully grateful for it, just as he is of the way his hand fits over Nix’s hip. He likes holding him so much more than he likes being held… and something in the sigh Nix breathes against his lips suggests he likes it this way too.

“It’s not a game to me either, Dick,” he murmurs. “You matter too damn much”

The distance between them closes on its own will. Nix tastes like whiskey and coffee and August twilight; his lips are smooth, gliding over Dick’s own as though he’s wet them a dozen times since their conversation began. Their embrace is tender, but the hand gripping Dick’s shoulder is desperate. When Dick sighs against Nix’s lips, he utters a soft noise, almost like a whine. Dick’s fingers run along his scalp, soothing the dissatisfaction away.

“I much prefer this,” Dick mutters. “It suits us both better… privacy.”

“If it suits you,” Nix replies, “that’s all I need to know.”

It’s not perfect, and it’s not quite laid to rest… but they make it home at a reasonable hour, and Dick holds Nix in the privacy of their own home. He couldn’t ask for anything more.

#winnix #my writing #richard winters #lewis nixon #blanche nixon

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fuck-customers · 5 years

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so, i don't technically have a job, but i do volunteer work part time while i wait to graduate and have more time. the place i used to volunteer at moved, so i had to find a new place to go. i ended up signing up to volunteer at a local retirement home, because i like older people and they aren't as scary to talk to with my social anxiety.

initially i wanted to do office work, but they didn't have anything for me, so i settled for helping in the dining area in the evenings. my first actual day of volunteering was a wednesday after school (around 4:30) so i was a little tired, but i was looking forward to volunteering and in a good mood in general. i met with the volunteer director, she showed me around the facility, and then took me to one of the dining areas and left me with the head nurse there, who's basically just the manager of that wing.

now, this is my first day. i don't know anyone here, i don't know everything that needs to happen, i don't know anything that needs to happen. i mean, i have some common sense, i can figure some stuff out, but i need directions. i'm autistic, so i don't do well with just being left to do stuff with no instructions. that's why i wanted to do office work (simple stuff, go file these papers, go get this person, etc), and why i settled for being a dining aide (which is basically just bringing food to people, helping them open packaging or cutting things, refilling drinks, etc. all stuff i can do easily)

HOWEVER, that didn't happen whatsoever. the head nurse is busy when i arrive, so she tells me to sit down and wait for her to finish. that's fine, that's understandable, i have no problem with that. what i do have a problem with, is the way i was treated while i waited. i found a corner in an employee/volunteer area and just sat there, and i got approached by employees no less than four times, asking if i was supposed to be there. i'm not frustrated with the employees, they were just doing their job, and i could've been some teenager visiting a relative that's not where they're supposed to be (although i was wearing my volunteer badge, so most of them saw it as they approached and let me be), but. did the head nurse not tell them there was a new volunteer coming today? this had been scheduled for a week at this point. the volunteer director knew i was coming, and she told the head nurse i was coming and when. so why didn't the head nurse tell any of the employees???

anyways, the head nurse finishes what she was doing, and brings me into the dining area. it's a little bit before they start serving dinner for the residents, so people are setting up and stuff. i'm expecting to shadow someone to see how everything works, or maybe just set tables or deliver food, simple tasks, while i figure everything out. but no.

the head nurse brings a cart over and like. a bunch of plastic cups. she tells me to fill them with water and ice, then go around and give them to the residents. then she walks away.

uh??? i had no clue what i was supposed to do! i didn't know where i was supposed to get the water or ice, didn't know if i was supposed to put them in different cups or not, didn't know how i'm supposed to deliver them (should i just hand them the cups??? just give an old woman a cup full of ice????) i managed to ask one of the people in the kitchen where to find ice and water, and he was really nice and helped me to fill the cups, but i felt really bad because he had other stuff he needed to prepare for the mealtime.

i start going around and offering ice and water to the residents in their rooms, and most of them are either really polite about it, or are asleep so i don't bother them. i had been really anxious because, like i said, i don't deal well with open ended tasks without specific instructions, but i was starting to feel better. most of the nurses clearly knew i was lost, and while some of them kinda scowled at me, a few helped me out.

so i dealt with that, and was kinda on edge because H, but i went back to the dining area to see if i could help. they were serving people at this point, but i couldn't see anything i could help with without getting in the way, so i just stood around awkwardly in the corner.

the head nurse walks in from WHEREVER she was, and is immediately upset at me. she asks why i'm just standing around not doing anything. i kinda tried to explain that i did my best with what she asked me to do, and came back here when i was done. she's like "why aren't you helping out??" and i just. where was i supposed to? i'm not experienced enough to know how to do any of the more nuanced stuff, since it's my first day, and any of the stuff i could help with was already being handled. i would've just gotten in the way had i gone over and tried to help in the kitchen or anything, so i just stood back and watched, trying to pick up on the way things worked.

head nurse did NOT like that answer, but kinda grudgingly brushed me off and told me to follow her. i do, and she just starts. doing things? like reheating food and stuff. i'm watching her, thinking maybe she's showing me how to do something she needs me to do? but she keeps doing it and sorta talks at me a bit, not really explaining what she's doing or what i should be doing. then she starts bustling around and leaves me with the stuff. i started trying to reheat it, assuming that's what she wanted me to do, but she comes back over and tells at me for doing that. i'm. way too overwhelmed at this point, and just. can't handle anything and am on the verge of a meltdown, so i pretended to get a text from my mom, went and signed out, and sat outside for an hour while i waited for my mom to come pick me up, since i wasn't supposed to be done for another hour.

honestly? fuck the head nurse. she didn't prepare anything for me, didn't give me any instructions, and yelled at me when i tried to do something to help!! and like, i am autistic so it was harder for me to deal with than someone else would've but. that's something that'd be hard for anyone in that situation!! i'm 16, i'm still in high school, nd i know that even an adult would have a hard time managing all that shit!!

TL;DR i went to volunteer at a retirement home as a dining aide, and the manager of the wing didn't prepare anything and gave me no instructions despite it being my first day, and despite the fact that i'm 16 and not a trained professional. fuck her.

#submissions #embarrassing #fuck coworkers #fuck managers #submission

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pitviperofdoom · 5 years

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Prompt: “Shigaraki, Dabi, and Toga go to Disneyland (no ships please, unless you wanna include a bit of Dabihawks in which case I will love you forever)”

Sadly I couldn’t fit the Dabihawks in there, sorry! I ended up going AU with it, hope that’s okay!

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Like most things that made Touya drag his feet and roll his eyes and desperately pretend not to care, it was Himiko’s idea.

She came prancing into the bar while Tenko was hard at work mopping up nose blood by Fuu’s table, because some drunk idiot thought it was a good idea to reach for her chest. “Ten-chan! Ten-chan, guess what!”

Instinct almost made him snap at her for using even a shortened form of his real name, but the only other people in the bar were Kuro and Touya, so he let it drop. “Himiko, I don’t care who you fell head over tits in love with today, I’m not helping,” he said without looking up.

She pouted, her face scrunched up in a way that made her nose even more button-like than usual. “You’re no fun, Ten-chan. Besides, it’s not even about a crush this time!”

“Stop the fuckin’ presses.” Satisfied that the floor was clean, Tenko plunked the mop back in the bucket. “What’s up?”

She bounced eagerly on the balls of her feet. “Want to go to Disneyland with me?”

For a moment he simply stared at her, blinking owlishly as he processed the question. “What.”

From the pocket of her sweater she produced two slips of paper and waved them about. “I got two all-day passes! Let’s go to Disneyland, Ten-chan!”

He squinted at her. “Where the fuck did you get two all-day passes to Disneyland.”

“I won a sweepstakes!”

Tenko stood there, still holding on to the mop handle, processing this slowly. “When did you enter—no.” He threw his hands upward. “You know what? I don’t wanna know. Fine, you won a sweepstakes. Let’s go with that. Disneyland? Great!” He caught his breath, already mentally calculating the fastest way to save up the price for a third ticket.

Blissfully unaware, Himiko tackled him with a hug around his middle and a squeal of delight.

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Touya was doing inventory in the back when Tenko flung the door open. “Good news! We’re going to Disneyland.”

“Congratulations,” Touya answered, without looking up from his clipboard.

“You’re coming too,” Tenko informed him. “My treat! You don’t have to worry about your ticket, and I’ll buy you an obnoxiously over-priced lunch, courtesy of the mouse.”

Touya shot him a disbelieving look, and the pencil in his hand began to smolder. “Tenko, what the hell. Who else is coming?”

“Just you, me, and Himiko,” Tenko answered, and was cut off by Touya groaning loudly. “C’mon, it’s Disneyland! Haven’t you ever been to Disneyland before?”

“Oh sure, yeah, the old man used to take us every weekend. We got pictures of him posing with Goofy.”

“Great, then—wait, really?”

“No, you fucking idiot!” Touya snapped. “I wasn’t even allowed to watch movies until he decided training me was a waste of time!”

“Oh,” Tenko said softly, and for a moment Touya thought the conversation was over. “Ohoho.” Something about Tenko’s tone made him look up, and he found Tenko staring at him with wide eyes and a grin that showed just a few too many teeth.

“Tenko, what—”

“I get to show you Disneyland,” Tenko said gleefully.

“Yeah, no.” Touya turned back to the inventory. “Have fun with Himiko, bye.”

“Touya, come on,” Tenko gritted out, walking into the back room and closing the door behind him. “You have to come. You can’t make me go alone with her!”

“Why not?” Touya asked. “She likes you better than me.”

“Because I need you to help me rein her in so she doesn’t get me perma-banned from Disneyland!”

It was frustratingly hard not to laugh at that. “What do you need my help for?” he asked. “What makes you think I’ll be any better at keeping her from biting the park staff than you are?”

Tenko shot him an impressive stink-eye. “Oh, I’m sorry, which one of us was an older sibling again?”

“Oh, what, you think that means I’m genetically predisposed to wrangling infants? That’s weak, Tenko.” He turned away with what he hoped was finality. “Have fun without me.”

After a moment of silence, Tenko answered, “I mean, we will. I didn’t think you’d be so bent on missing the show.”

Damn him, that was a good point. “If you’re so excited to drag me to a corporate shitshow of obvious pandering to a target audience, then why do you want me to come on the one day you’re pretty much guaranteed to get kicked out?”

“Because everybody and their grandma will have a camera and internet access, and if we end up plastered all over the internet, there’s a chance somebody’ll look at it and say, ‘Hey, isn’t that Endeavor’s kid getting maced by Minnie Mouse?’”

Touya whipped around to scowl at him. Tenko offered a disarming smile.

“Bullshit,” Touya retorted. “The mascots don’t carry mace. Do they?”

“Nah. Disney’s kind of obsessed with their squeaky-clean image. Did you know that if you die in Disneyland, they won’t let the paramedics call it until you’re out of the park so they can pretend nobody has ever died in Disneyland?”

“How many people die in Disneyland?” Touya demanded.

Tenko blinked. “None, weren’t you listening?”

For a while, Touya stared at him. Tenko stared back. This was a losing battle, and he knew it. Tenko had the patience of a brick wall. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

“No.”

Touya put down the clipboard with a thud. “God damn it. Why are we friends? I hate you.” He turned back to glower at him. “When are we going?”

---

Obviously Himiko pouted when she found out that Touya was coming along on their little impromptu day trip, which was why Tenko waited to tell her until they were about to leave. She liked his company enough to prefer it over anyone else’s, and that wouldn’t do. Exclusive one-on-one positive contact with Tenko and Tenko only did not a well-socialized human being make. Tenko wished he could have invited some more people, but Himiko had sprung this on him on incredibly short notice, so there was no time to bribe anyone else to do it. Besides, his pocket money was limited and a day pass to Disneyland was like, eight thousand yen.

So they were going with Touya, and if Himiko wanted to complain about it, then Disneyland had plenty of distractions available. Once they got through the line, of course.

Tenko and Touya passed through the security check without any problems, because they weren’t stupid. Himiko, naturally, set off the metal detector.

“God damn it,” Touya muttered under his breath. “Why did we bring her again?”

“They were her tickets,” Tenko hissed back. “Technically, we’re the ones who brought you along.”

“Oh, yeah. Why did you bring me again?”

“What’s left of my sanity,” Tenko said out of the corner of his mouth. On the other side of the security gate, Himiko offered a cherubic smile that showed off just a little too much gumline, as the long-suffering security guard pulled a small metal device out of her purse. It was a nail clip, with attachments: a file, a buffer, a cuticle nipper, a cuticle pusher—basically any metal tool required in a manicure. It was like a Swiss army knife without the knife.

With a sigh, the employee put the manicure set back in her bag and waved her through. Himiko joined them with a skip in her step, and together they made their way past the entrance and into the World Bazaar.

“Did you seriously need to bring that?” Tenko asked. “What, are you planning on setting up a nail salon in the Space Mountain line?”

“Nope!” Himiko chirped. “I just didn’t want them to look harder.” She kicked up one heel so she could reach it with her hand. From inside her sock she produced an actual Swiss army knife.

“Himiko, what the fuck—”

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“I can’t believe you actually bought those,” Touya said, glaring as if Tenko had personally affronted him.

“Bought what?” Tenko said innocently, reaching up to touch his mouse ears. “These? I brought these from home.”

“You still bought them at some point!”

“I think they look cute, Ten-chan!” Himiko hung onto his arm, squeezing tight enough to measure his blood pressure with her bare hands. “Don’t listen to him, he’s no fun! They look super cute, especially with your hair!”

Tenko let himself preen a little, because at least someone had good taste.

“Are those rose gold?” Touya asked.

“Maybe.”

“And you seriously shelled out for that?” Touya pulled a face. “Last month you tore me a new asshole for wanting to buy hero merch.”

“Oh fuck you—hi.” Tenko paused to wave at the park employee who was leveling a cheerfully pointed customer service smile at him. “Touya, you wanted to buy the store’s entire stock of Endeavor merch just so you could burn it.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Touya said sullenly. Himiko pouted, because she usually tried to avoid agreeing with Touya on principle.

“Uh, one, pollution,” Tenko said, counting off on his fingers. “Two, your money management sucks and you need to get it together. And three, you’re still giving money to the guy you hate. If you really want to snub him, just shoplift it. Or bootleg it. And speaking of which, that’s exactly what I did.” He gestured vaguely upward.

“Those are bootleg Mickey Mouse ears?”

“Bought ‘em from an artist on Etsy,” Touya said proudly. “The mouse had just sent her a cease-and-desist, so I got a pretty sweet deal.”

“Ten-chan, can I wear them?” Himiko asked. “I’ve always wanted Disney ears!”

He tugged on one of her side-buns, making her squeak. “Don’t waste your money, you already got ‘em.”

---

“I’m in hell,” Touya said serenely, slipping further and further down in his seat. “This is hell, right? It has to be hell.”

“I’m getting more of a purgatorian wasteland vibe,” Tenko remarked. “Like, this isn’t quite on the level of, say, Chuck E. Cheese, in terms of children’s media hope-abandonment, but… I dunno. I can imagine this playing as I eternally wander in search of penance for my past sins, or something.”

“I’m just waiting for one of those furry bastards to step off the stage and straight-up eat a kid,” Touya said, earning a glare from a nearby grandmother. “Like that one, with the guitar and the pouty mouth. Imagine that guy just unhinging his jaw like a snake and swallowing a toddler in the front row.”

“Huh.” Tenko leaned on one hand, squashing his cheek to the side. “Yeah, I could see it.”

Two seats down, Himiko continued to bounce and sing along to the twanging country music, blissfully unaware of the dull-eyed mother of three popping an aspirin and glaring at her.

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“Okay, so we’ve been through the World Bazaar, Westernland, Adventureland, Critter Country—”

“I wanna go on Splash Mountain again!” Himiko cheered, throwing her hands in the air excitedly. She nearly punched Touya in her enthusiasm, but he quickly sidled out of the way, pulling the map close so that she wouldn’t tear a hole in it by accident.

“We can do that later,” he informed her. “We’re in Fantasyland—hang on, why am I the map guy?”

“You’re the oldest,” Tenko said.

“This trip was your idea! I didn’t even want to come!”

“Really? Because that wasn’t what you said when we got off of Thunder Mountain—” Tenko spotted a nearby face character and hung an immediate left. “Oh hey, I just found our next stop.”

Touya lowered the map. “What? Where? If we want to fit everything in before the park closes, then we have to hurry up and get to—”

“Yeah-yeah-yeah whatever,” Tenko called over his shoulder. “This won’t take long, I just want a quick selfie with Alice.”

Touya caught up to him just so that Tenko would see his incredulous look. “Why?”

Tenko stared back. “Seriously? That’s my favorite Disney movie!”

“Since when?”

“Since I saw it! How do you not know this already?”

“I did!” Himiko piped up. “It’s my favorite, too! I love the Red Queen.”

“No, wait a minute.” Touya squinted at him. “You told me literally an hour ago that your favorite Disney princess was Aurora because, and I quote, ‘I, too, want to sleep for a hundred years and let some other asshole fight a rosebush while I enjoy my coma.’”

“Oh, yeah, I was just being a dick,” Tenko said. “Alice in Wonderland rules. No dead parents bullshit, just eighty minutes of plotless colorful mindfuck.” Before Touya could protest any further, Tenko ducked in to grab his selfie. To his credit, it did take less than a minute. Tenko wasn’t picky about selfies. Unfortunately, Himiko immediately wanted one of her own, which then became three, and then ten…

The Alice jumped, and for a split second she seemed to struggle to stay in character.

“Oops!” Himiko chirped. “Did I pinch you by accident? Sorry!” Before the Alice could reply, Himiko darted back to the boys.

“Okay, you both have your stupid selfies,” Touya said impatiently. “Now can we hurry up and get to—”

“There’s a gift shop!” Himiko shrieked. “I’m gonna go see the gift shop!” Before either of them could answer, she raced off through the crowd.

Touya groaned loudly before Tenko dragged him after her. “Yeah yeah, hurry up and let’s catch up before she stabs someone.”

It was easier said than done; the store was packed and the aisles were almost mazelike. “Is there a fake weapons section?” Touya asked. “We’ll probably find her there.”

“Nah, this is mostly clothes…” Tenko looked around. “Maybe… there! I see her!”

“Where?”

“By the costume dresses, come on!”

Sure enough, to their immense relief, they found her pouting over a rack of child-sized princess dresses, with minimal carnage left in her wake. “None of these will fit me,” she fretted.

“Duh,” Tenko said flatly. “Adults can’t cosplay in the parks or they’ll get confused with the face characters. Kids get a pass because nobody’s gonna mistake a four-year-old for a Disney employee.”

Himiko looked close to wailing as they gently herded her from the store. “But—but—”

“I’ll buy you one online when we get home, now come on before Touya throws a tantrum.”

Touya folded up the park map and slapped him with it.

---

“Guys! Guys! Ten-chan look! Look at that Cinderella! She’s so pretty!”

“Himiko, there’s a line!”

“You can’t just trample children, you’re gonna get us kicked out!”

“Me next! Me next! Ohhhh, I want a dress like that! Ten-chan, won’t I look pretty in that dress?”

“HIMIKO!”

---

“Personally,” Touya remarked as they stood outside the park gates near closing time. “I can’t believe we didn’t get kicked out.”

“We had some close calls,” Tenko said. “I thought we were done for back at the Cinderella castle for sure. Also five minutes ago. I can’t believe we actually got out of that.”

“You guys worry too much!” Himiko said blithely from behind a bush. “I’m very charming.”

Touya scowled. “Himiko, you literally had to turn into a different person and point security in the wrong direction.”

“And they believed me, because I’m charming!” Himiko stepped back out onto the sidewalk, once more clothed and wearing her own face. “Thanks for the clothes, Ten-chan.”

“I figured you were gonna need them at some point.” Tenko rubbed his eyes wearily. “Let’s just go home so I can take an aspirin and sleep.”

“And find a Cinderella dress for me online,” Himiko added.

Tenko’s headache kicked up a notch. “Damn it, I was hoping you forgot.”

“Nope! I remember everything you’ve ever told me.”

---

“Hey Ten-chan. Ten-chan.”

“Yeah, Himiko.”

“I just wanted you to know I was kidding about the princess dress. I don’t even need it!”

“Mm-hm.”

“Wanna know why?”

“Yeah sure.”

“You’re not even looking! You have to look.”

Distracted, Tenko turned to look at her, and promptly fell out of his chair when he found himself staring at the Cinderella face character from the park, smiling Himiko’s smile.

“Is it too much?” The disguise sloughed off of her, revealing the Alice face character instead. “How about this, Ten-chan? You said Alice was your favorite, right?”

“Himiko, what the fuck.”

#my hero academia #shimura tenko #todoroki touya #dabi #toga himiko #commission #fanfiction #tales from the pit #dad night au

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consumatesurvivor · 6 years

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Fear Of Flying

Today is my flight home. I'm so scared for a few reasons. The first is seeing my mother again and the second is actually flying while fat.

I'll deal with the second first. I've never been this big before. When you're stuck in a bedroom for 3 years without the ability to make healthy meals or move further than a few feet you just balloon in size. I can only wear three pairs of sweatpants. I have a few shorts that were always way too big on me but in a stretchy material so they fit like a second skin now instead of needing a belt and being loose on purpose. Just getting dressed to go out is a problem for me now.

I've read a lot about how people get kicked off planes for being too big. I was going to buy two seats, but then I found out they don't actually give you the empty seat. They will fill it and just keep the extra money. They're just less likely to kick you off the plane. It will all come down to if the person next to me complains or not. That's a scary thought. My ability to flee from my husband comes down to the tolerance level of the person sitting next to me.

If they do complain I'll be removed from the flight and I might not be able to actually leave the country. I'll be taking three different flights so I'll be stressing about it all day with every flight, although I did pick a seat on the last flight that is all alone in an emergency row so I might be okay if I make it that far.

If they kick me off and allow me on a later flight, I could just be kicked off later again and it will mean hours of delays and right now my flights are such that I don't have more than a 2 hour layover anywhere. The pure act of getting a seat and being able to keep it is causing me a lot of stress. Treating overweight people poorly is the last socially acceptable form of harassment left so it's not like anyone will stand up for me and help me. I'll just be ridiculed and told to stop eating so much.

I've read the articles, the comments, and watched videos. No one ever wonders about the person and what their life is like. One look at me and no one will say, 'Oh there's the woman who was trapped in a room for three years by her jerk of a husband and now this is her once chance at freedom and regaining her life.' Nope. They'll say, 'Please don't let the fat old woman sit next to me. No way will I sit next to that.'

At first glance people will think I eat way too much and am just too lazy to be allowed to live. They won't know that for years and years I donated to charities monthly because I could afford it and thought it was the right thing to do. They won't know that I got my family to stop giving me gifts and instead donate to charity in my name, and I did the same for them. They won't know that during my childhood I was always put in the remedial classes because I didn't care about the standardized testing they did yearly. I'd zone out and just color in circles to make patterns. It wasn't until they stopped doing the yearly testing that they moved me up to the honors classes. They won't know I had a cat for 19 years that was like a child to me. When he was diagnosed with chronic renal failure, I spent 5 years taking care of him so he'd have a good quality life for as long as possible instead of just putting him to sleep. It meant spending hundreds of dollars a month on him. He deserved it. They won't know in every job I've ever worked I've always been praised for how quickly I trained, how well I did the job, did beyond what was required, and was thought of as one of the better employees and praised constantly. They won't know what my degree is in, that I paid for college all by myself, repaid every loan taken out years before it was due, have zero debt, don't have a driver's license, and have been emotionally, verbally, and now physically abused by my jerk husband. They will know nothing about me, but they will judge me, presume they know all about me, and try to make my life worse because somehow the sight of me will inspire anger within them that fuels a righteousness where they feel they are morally right to hold me back, hurt my feelings, and make my life worse.

Okay so not everyone is like that, but so many are that I lay awake at night fearing flying home. I also know that if someone says anything it will destroy my inner fragile self. I'm big into self loathing right now. It's been pretty big in my life for the last 3 years. When someone says something negative to me it just reinforces all that hatred I have and pushes me further into the deep darkness that thinks there is no hope and I should end it all. We need more empathy in the world.

Seeing my mother, my family again, is causing me huge anxiety as well. I don’t think I'll be able to look anyone in the eyes. I'm ashamed and embarrassed about what happened, how I feel, how I look, how I've lived, how I put up with it, everything. How do I explain to people why I allowed this to happen to me? I'm not sure what will be worse, having no one say anything about it or having them grill me about it.

I've never been one who really opens up about my inner thoughts to family and friends. Posting these thoughts is new for me. Although I'll never tell anyone I'm doing it or attach my name to it. I've never really found it easy to trust people with the inner me. I always felt I needed to appear stronger than I actually was. People came to me with their troubles it didn't go the other way around.

If people ask me about it I'm not sure how to answer. It was so hard for me to tell my mother about what had been happening. I'm afraid a few will actually try to lecture me which I probably won't take well. Then there are the judgments from people and I won't be able to handle them either (yeah you can see how I went off about judgments earlier).

I think ignoring it and pretending everything is normal and fine is pretty insulting too. There's a happy medium that rarely gets achieved, where someone can acknowledge and offer support if you need it but not push and just be sensitive. I've never received that. I've tried to give it though. I wonder if I was a failure when I tried.

My anxiety level is just at a peak now. It's been building and now I just want to get through this as fast as possible. I know it will feel like forever though. If I'm lucky no one will say anything to me and I can go home in peace. I'm praying for luck.

#DomesticViolence DomesticAbuse FlyingWhileFat Divorce Anxiety Depression

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zodiac-enthusiasts · 5 years

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Sagittarius Boss or Employee | How They Behave At Work? Sagittarius Boss Typical Behavior Certainly, Sagittarius boss can sometimes be strict for a few reasons. Of course, fear of failure scares him/her to the point where every decision made is analyzed in detail. Hence, Sagittarius boss will face many challenges mostly with himself and his own capabilities of doing business. Facing challenges is not a major issue thanks to his intelligence. He will be able to manage his business without a problem, and he's able to find a solution to each problem. Sagittarius boss is versatile and is capable of adapting to stressful situations and will quickly find a different method to solve problems. He likes working with his employees encouraging them to do better work. He will even be doing more than one task at once showing and proving great leadership skills to his employees. Sagittarius boss will show others that he doesn’t get tired from work and expect his employees to feel the same way. Taking Care Of Business Sagittarius boss has lots of ideas and also has the skills to implement those ideas into productivity for the business. Having a successful business is not only his hard work but also his ability to create and manage a team of the best to handle difficult tasks. Sagittarius boss may have good ideas and grand strategies, but in the end, he/she will lack tactics. Sagittarius boss will depend on his/her well-trained team to manage situations and plan ahead. He will demand trust from his workers. He/she expects them to be fair when working and do not pretend to work. Under performance isn't accepted and lying to have done something when the truth is different will upset Sagittarius boss. Sagittarius believes that trust between him and his employees is vital for a successful business. He/she will want his employees to be honest. He/she believes that honesty is key to business success. In this case, for an employee to have a career in Sagittarius business first must have moral values. As well as they must be trustful and honest. Not only, but they should earn Sagittarius boss respect. The employees who fulfill these requests are guaranteed promotion and career. Respects His Employees Sagittarius boss is kind to his employees. He/she will come to the employee’s aid when they need it the most. Most importantly understanding their need and not letting them down is his priority. Sagittarius boss respects others difficulties in life and will do whatever possible to help them out. To have a solid compact team is vital for his business so having his employees working happy is also essential. Sticking together will make both parties life more comfortable and will improve the working relationship. His tactics need better analyzing Shows leadership values to his employees Will plan a strategy ahead Will encourage workers to work better Promotes his best employees Understands employee’s needs Will help his employees Needs the challenge to keep them going Problem solver Sagittarius Employee Every boss should be happy to employ a Sagittarius. Sagittarius is hardworking and doesn’t complain too much. Sagittarius employee works with standards and will always improve his/her skills. If a project is given Sagittarius will make sure to do it as should. If he can’t handle the task, he will reject showing honesty and won't promise something he can’t do. Sagittarius is self-challenging and determined to impress his employer. Impressing his employer may guarantee a promotion or pay rise. The Right Man For The Job Every boss evaluates Sagittarius work because he is enthusiastic and at the same time he will boost other colleague’s morale. Sometime Sagittarius will be competing with other colleagues to prove he is worthy and a valuable asset of the company. Sagittarius is able to do more than one task at once. This is a great skill which won't go unnoticed by his boss. Sagittarius works on his own very well, and there is no doubt about that. Sagittarius shows an extraordinary enthusiasm while working and he will encourage others to do the same. At the same point, he wants to become the spirit of work for other colleagues. Able to handle more than one task Doesn’t usually complain Will show great enthusiasm Will lead by example Enjoys working as a team Wants to be seen as a great leader and motivator Demands the right payment for the task given Working Environment Based on his skills Sagittarius can handle many different jobs. Once he accepts the task given, he will make sure to do it at the best he possibly can and in time record without the slightest complaint. To be able to give 100% usually he will require certain working conditions. The working area for Sagittarius must be spacious and airy, not too crowded or noisy. Most importantly Sagittarius don't like working in a messy environment. Therefore, his working station must be clean. However, If the working place in not clean, he will make it up to keep it up. Sagittarius has the right attitude for work and often makes a career neglecting his/her private life. He is an enthusiastic person who knows how to drag and convince others. Typical Occupation Sagittarius is conscientious and attentive to everything concerning prestige and honor. The occupations of justice correspond to his excellent temperament. Curiosity brings Sagittarius to every field of work. He can do well as sociologists, advertisers, philosophers, politicians, teachers, comedians, explorers. He is very active, he moves a lot and with a pinch of insolence that attracts the boss attention. Also, the other fields where Sagittarius can perform well are construction and social administration. As well as working with animals is preferred since the love for the animals will usually start from an early age. However, a job position in education institutions remains priority. Here he can give lectures based on his vast knowledge. Therefore, sharing knowledge is a part of who he is.

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exosmuttytalk · 7 years

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Burn - Exo Suho One Shot

Characters: Kim Junmyeon/OC/You

Summary: If you play with fire...

Genre: Smut

Warning: The summary is so shitty, it can’t even be considered a summary. I feel that appart from dom/sub relationship, every other kink has made its way into this story. Including, but not limited to: slight cuckholding, oral sex, orgasm denial, dirty talk, etc, etc. If you happen to have any doubts about any of those things and don’t feel like looking up straight up porn, ask Wikipedia or me.

Appart from all that, this is a mess. Enjoy!~~

Chugging down what was left of your drink, you stared at the standing figure of your boyfriend Junmyeon, who had been sharing a seemingly enthralling conversation about stock markets and other financial stuff you didn’t quite understand past the basic everyday level with their co-workers for the past half hour.

It was the third anniversary of the company he had been managing since the beginning and the executive team liked to throw a fancy party every time the occasion came, to celebrate the company’s good health with their employees and as a social gathering with possible future investors or contributors as well.

Contrary to what seemed popular, according to the conversations you had shared with whoever wanted to approach you, Junmyeon and you hadn’t met at work, but in a coincidental encounter at the hospital where you worked. He had incidentally sliced his palm open with a knife and you were the one who stitched him up and took care of his wound. Skipping all conventions regarding that aspect and after observing you closely as you worked on his hand, he had asked you out on a date, without any other formalities. Skipping all your usual preventions, you had accepted.

Four years later, there you were, bored to death in an environment where you didn’t feel comfortable, along with a boyfriend who hadn’t taken a look at you for the past hour. The last years, you had managed to skip as many social events regarding his job as possible, but this year, he had been especially insistent.

“But why do you need me to be there? I have nothing to do with all of that and I don’t know anyone!”

“You do know some of my colleagues,” he answered.

“Yeah, and in the times we’ve met, you have started talking about money stuff and I have been left to stare at the ceiling.”

“Please, babe, just come with me,” he sighed. “I’m one of the top managers of the company and the only one who hasn’t properly introduced their partner. I want you to be my first lady. Do you think you could do that for me, please?”

“This is the 21st century, Junmyeon. No man or woman should need to bring their partner along to be better considered. But I’ll do it for you.”

But you’d do it your way.

The evening leading to the party, you had made sure to strut around the house in your best underwear as you got ready, flaunting your body shamelessly but refusing any advances your boyfriend played on you, before making it disappear under his favourite dress of yours, an elegant, dark blue, body-hugging dress, that showed off just the right amount and that was quite short despite the fact it was a night time party.

During the process, you had offered yourself to help him get ready in his white shirt, black tie and suit in a similar shade to your dress, looking all innocent as your hands stroked his body in a more than intentional way. When you finished adjusting the knot in his tie, you pressed yourself against him and tiptoed to kiss his neck, ever so slightly. That simple gesture and your closeness made his body react just the way you expected, and he had to stop to readjust himself inside his pants before leaving the apartment.

But as for the moment being, it seemed like none of your efforts had yielded fruits, because after introducing you to the rest of his colleagues, the top executives of the company, he had immersed himself in business stuff, as if they were still in working hours and not in a party that was supposed to be fun. Not only that, but you had to stand the glances of superiority of one of his female co-workers, who obviously knew what they were talking about and had decided to discreetly make you feel even more inadequate than you already felt.

“Hello.”

A male voice beside you interrupted your train of thought and made you raise your eyes from the ice cubes at the bottom of your glass.

“Is this seat taken?” he smiled as he pointed at the seat next to you in the sofa.

The man was tall and fit, with wavy hair parted to the side and a beaming smile, and dressed in a dark suit; definitely attractive. Taking a last glance at your oblivious boyfriend, you smiled and invited him to keep you company with a gesture.

Jongdae, which was his name, didn’t know who you were and showed an obvious interest in you. In an attempt to avoid any compromising questions, you took the lead and learnt he hadn’t been in the company for long, that he liked his position, but he had other ambitions outside the company. He then asked about your hobbies and tried to get to know you a little bit better, he probably supposed you worked at the company as well, so what fun was there in talking about the same stuff you two dealt with every day?

You surprised yourself actually enjoying Jongdae’s company. He was charming, witty and knew how to play his cards to flirt with you in a way that made you feel flattered, but not uncomfortable. You were so invested in the conversation, you actually hadn’t checked on Junmyeon again.

With the intention of taking you to the bar to invite you to a drink, he offered his hand to help you stand up, and you accepted. Once you got there, and as you sipped on your drink, you giggled and threw some flirty looks at your companion, ignoring the voice inside your brain shouting you shouldn’t be playing with that cool guy’s hopes in such a ruthless way, but you completely brushed that thought off as your eyes wandered through the big hall and by chance, found your boyfriend fixed stare.

You didn’t know how long he had been noticing what you were doing, but after the initial shock, you decided to go on with your plan. He would have to activate his most public façade, but he was good at pretending anyway.

You moved a little bit closer to Jongdae and with the excuse that his knot looked a little loose, you worked on fixing it. You could feel his eyes all over you the moment you stepped closer; you returned his gaze with a sly smile on your lips before finishing what you were doing and going back to your drink.

After a few minutes and just in the moment when it looked like the conversation was going to lead to more personal matters, you felt a body creeping up behind you and didn’t even need to turn around to know who it belonged to.

“Hey, babe,” Junmyeon put an arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. “Where have you been all this time? Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Of course, I have just been around. Do you know Kim Jongdae?”

In retrospective, you felt like such a bitch for putting poor Jongdae in such a situation, but he handled it more than professionally. Junmyeon did know him, as he actually worked in his section of the company and even though he wasn’t his direct superior, he made sure to meet all their subordinates, especially new ones. They chatted amicably about general work topics and Jongdae made sure to let him know how happy he was in the company.

“So, have you two been talking for a long time?”

“Yeah, he’s kept me good company while you were busy,” you answered nonchalantly. “He’s also been kind enough to buy me this drink.”

“That’s very nice. Thank you for taking care of my princess, Jongdae. We have to go because there’s someone I want to introduce her to, but I’ll be seeing you around in the office, alright?”

“Sure, nice to talk to you both,” Jongdae said with a wide smile painted on his handsome face, but you could’ve sworn there was resentment in his eyes as he looked at you for the last time and you couldn’t blame him.

But in that moment, Junmyeon lead you through the hall, sorting people, not going anywhere specific. He was gentle and even if he hadn’t, you knew that wasn’t the moment to put up any resistance. He had dropped the cue and you complied happily.

In the end, you both ended up walking down a corridor, and after making sure there was no one else around, he pulled you into a room that happened to be an office, probably his.

“Well, well. Aren’t you such a little brat, princess?”

You grabbed your hands in front of you, your gaze low, playing your part. He approached you and gently grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

“Aren’t you answering, princess?”

“I was bored,” you said pouting.

“I can see that. But did I tell you could go around trying to get other men’s attention?”

“No…”

“No, what?”

“No, daddy.”

“That’s my baby. Do you know what happens if you don’t follow what I tell you, princess?”

“I get punished,” you answered in a whisper, almost shivering in anticipation.

“That’s it, you get punished.” You looked up at him, expecting something else to happen. “But not now. This is not the time, nor the place for scandals, princess. Take off your panties and give them to me.”

You did as he commanded and put the piece of clothing in his extended hand. He smiled when he felt the wetness at the fabric and put it away inside the pocket of his jacket.

“Good girl. Now go back there to the party. We don’t want anyone wondering, right?”

He walked past you to open the door and before you could make it out of the room, he gave your ass a squeeze that made you squirm.

The rest of the night was utter torture for you. Junmyeon was much more attentive, but his touches on you sometimes lingered in a way that left you wanting more, desiring his hands on your flesh, but that wouldn’t come soon. The tone and the names he used with you in occasions such as those minutes in his office were usually more than enough to get you flushed and almost dripping; but this time, you felt the fire creeping around your whole body and never extinguishing, as all that kept your mind busy was what would come next.

You also had time to look around and notice Jongdae wasn’t anywhere to be seen, which wasn’t completely surprising. Little by little, as the night went on, more people left the party, but it was never you. As one of the managers, Junmyeon had to play his part and stay until the end, no excuses. He progressively dedicated more time to you, talked to you, brushed a piece of hair out of your face; all of those very public-friendly moves. But his eyes were scorching as he looked at your face, in a way only you were able to see.

When finally most of the people had left, Junmyeon put a hand dangerously low on your waist and said goodbye to all of his workmates, including that other woman, who looked at the way your boyfriend touched you disapprovingly. He then led you out of the hall and into the garage where your tinted windows car waited.

You sat down without a word and shifted around to put on the seatbelt, but Junmyeon’s hand on your knee stopped you.

“Uh, uh. We’re not going anywhere for now. Open your legs, princess.”

Hesitantly, you looked around to make sure no one else was in the garage before slowly following his order.

“Are you worried someone might see you? You didn’t look very worried when you were whoring around with that guy.”

You just kept silent, waiting for the next order.

“Don’t you have anything to say, baby?”

“I’m sorry, daddy. I won’t do it again.”

“You better don’t. Now, put your hand between your legs and tell me how it feels like.”

Your hand slid down your dress up to your yearning centre, heartbeat fastening at the possibility of being caught.

“It is…wet. And warm.”

“That sounds just ideal.”

He leaned over you, making your breath halt until you realized he was only reaching around for the seat belt, which he adjusted around your body before putting his on and starting the engine.

“I want you to put two fingers inside yourself, baby. Move them in and out and get them nice and wet.”

You did just as he was telling you to and started pumping your fingers, building the need of him even more. Junmyeon meanwhile, just drove around the city aimlessly; he had missed the way for your home long ago.

“Now, take those fingers out and start circling your clit, princess. But don’t you dare to come, understood?”

You just nodded and responded with a moan as your fingers grazed the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“How do you think poor Jongdae feels?” but this time, it was a rhetorical question. “Do you think it is nice to approach a girl to realize she was only using you? I bet the guy has gone home feeling worthless, but with a nice hard on.”

He was smiling as he kept talking.

“Do you like that, princess? Do you like teasing men to like you and leave them wanting more? Do you like the idea of them touching themselves while they think of your body?”

“I like that,” you let out between moans.

“Oh, do you? What do you like exactly?”

“I like them thinking of me. I like being a tease. I like making you jealous because I’m attractive to other men and you can’t control that.”

“I see…”

By the growing bulge in his pants, you knew he liked those ideas too. He then took a turn and began driving through roads you didn’t know, until he got to a viewpoint in the hill of a mountain from where the whole city was visible. There were no streetlights in the place; the only visible lights were those of a car in the furthest point across the viewpoint, probably occupied by people doing more or less what you were doing as well.

Junmyeon engaged the handbrake and just sat there in silence, contemplating the views before him and apparently paying no attention to your moaning and writhing on the seat.

“Stop what you’re doing,” he raised his voice again after a couple of minutes.

You opened your eyes and slowly took your own hand away of the mess between your legs, screaming internally, as he had made the command just when you were really getting into it.

“Get out of the car.”

You looked at him hesitantly.

“Did I stutter, princess?” He asked, looking at you in all seriousness.

You pulled down your dress to cover as much of your legs as the meagre cloth allowed and stepped out of the car. Shortly after and to your relief, he imitated you to then walk up to the front of the car and sat over its hood, tapping right beside him for you to do the same.

“Go on now,” he ordered as he laid back over the metal hood with his back against the front windshield, making himself comfortable with his hands behind his head as he looked at you expectantly.

“Here?” you asked in a whisper.

“You had no shame in being panty-less at a party full of people, why would it be any different here? Let’s put a good show for our friends over there,” he said making a gesture towards the other car. “Shall we?”

But you knew saying “no” wasn’t a possible answer. With your heart beating so fast you could almost hear it, you copied his position, raised the hem of your dress, although not completely, and took it back from where you’d left it. You had to admit it to yourself; the possibility of someone else watching what you were doing was completely exhilarating and was sending even more pleasurable shivers all over your body.

“You need to learn there’s times when it’s best to not go against my desires, baby,” he told you in a whisper. “It’s for your own interest.”

You let out a strangled moan as an affirmation. He moved in closer to you and rested one of his hands on top of your thigh. You squirmed around, trying to get him to touch more of your skin, but he didn’t falter.

“Now, baby, you are going to move your fingers faster and faster, okay? Just like I do when we’re home alone, watching TV and you press your butt against me.” There was a hint of laughter in his voice. “Keep going until you’re about to finish and then tell me. Don’t be afraid to be vocal, there’s no one here who can hear you.”

Following his instructions, you picked up your pace. Your mind flew off to one of those times he had just described, when his hands would roam your whole body freely as you two laid on the sofa. Your hips buckled against your own hand and you bit down hard on your lip in a vain attempt to muffle the sounds that were coming out of your mouth, despite the fact you knew Junmyeon did really enjoy them.

“I-I’m so close…” you whimpered.

“Good.”

In a movement so swift you didn’t even notice it, he reached around your hip and pulled your hands away from your body. You let out a frustrated scream, as you felt all the tension build up inside your body rise for the last time and then disappear into nothing, leaving you panting but completely unsatisfied. You turned your head to look at him, with a look of betrayal in your eyes, but he had a sly smile on his face.

“Did you really think I was going to let you finish, princess? What kind of a punishment is that?”

He held your hands off your body and lulled you until your breathing was back to normal and your body was all limp over the car for the lack of energy. Then, he let go of your wrists, unzipped his pants and put his arms back behind his head.

“You know what you can do now. I’d better be satisfied,” he warned before closing his eyes.

As fast as you could move, your eager hands were all over him, pulling down from the hem of his pants and boxer to let his erection out into the chilly night. You were not beating around the bush anymore and you wrapped your hand around his hardness, feeling the stiffness and the heat that had been condensing for such a long time, since you started teasing him back at home. His lips parted when he felt your skin against him and gasped when you started pumping.

Looking over your boyfriend’s laying form at the other car in the distance no movement could be seen, but the tingly sensation from doing something so risky came back. The motions you were performing at your boyfriend’s crotch became faster and harder, hoping you would be able to get him so worked up, he’ll just want to turn you around and fuck you right there on top of the car.

“Don’t you think things are a little bit too dry, babe?” He suggested before actually pushing your head down in a gentle manner.

Smiling at his demeanour, you pulled out your tongue and started teasing around the tip, the length of his shaft and his balls, and back up, before he got sick of your fooling around and pushed you harder by the head so most of his cock was engulfed by your mouth.

Junmyeon had never been one of those quiet guys during sex, so his moans and grunts started right from the moment you started bobbing your head up and down, spreading the wetness from your mouth where it was needed and using the tongue to stroke the most sensitive spots.

“Oh, baby,” he moaned in a low voice. “I love your mouth. You’re so good at this; you need to do this every day…”

His words sent a shiver of desire to the pit of your stomach, and the sensation was even greater when he reached down your back to grab the hem of your dress and pull it up, exposing the bare bottom half of your body. His hand toyed around your butt cheeks, groping them forcefully, giving some playful smack each once in a while and reaching between your legs to barely graze your wet core. Then, that same hand travelled up to your covered breasts and started teasing and caressing, making your nipples harden even though there was no direct contact, as you kept on sucking on him enthusiastically.

“Go faster,” he commanded with a voice that sounded much more authoritative and demanding than just a few moments before.

You picked up your pace, tightening your lips against his shaft, and used your free hand to cup around his balls. His moans erupted again, but he fought them back to say:

“I’m going to come. I don’t want to see a single drop landing on my body, my clothes, your face, your body or your clothes. Do you understand?”

You mustered a yes before going back to your duty so wholeheartedly Junmyeon’s tip hit and went past the back of your throat.

“Good.”

His hand was again on your head, leading your movements without making you feel too strangled. His breath became faster and shallower after sucking deliberately at the tip of his cock. He had almost reached the point of no return. Then, you quickened the movements of your mouth on his shaft and could feel him reaching his highest point; you made sure to fulfil his command the best way you could.

Both of you laid back on top of the car; he, with his eyes opened and staring at the sky, still enjoying the post orgasmic dizziness; you, eyes closed, grimacing at the slight pain in your gut built up due to all the unreleased tension.

When he turned his head to look at you, he was smiling as he handed you your panties from his inside pocket.

“You’ve done great, princess. But you deserved a punishment. You know what happens if you play with fire…”

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What's Your Leadership Style? Dos and Don’ts of Entrepreneurs

What’s your leadership style? Do you have one? Here are a few common dos and don’ts of entrepreneurs you should either follow or avoid in order to drive success in your line of business.

After years and years of research, management experts have established there are four major leadership prototypes such as the pragmatist, the idealist, the steward and the diplomat. We will discuss them in a bit. Before we do that, let us first clarify what differentiates them.

There are two philosophical differences that set these leadership styles apart, researchers suggest. One of them is the extent to which a leader is directive or open. For instance, do you prefer your employees to complete their task the way you want them to or the way they feel they should do it?

Another fundamental philosophical difference is the extent to which a leader is competitive or collaborative. For instance, is it important for you to like the people you work with, or you don’t care much about that as long as they perform well?

So, what is your leadership style? Before you jump to conclusions, let us quickly go through all leader profiles.

The Pragmatist

Pragmatic leaders have high standards by definition and expect themselves and their employees with no exception to meet those standards. They are determined, competitive and particularly keen on achieving their goals.

Pragmatists are strict, bold thinkers and have no fear of taking risks, sometimes they even enjoy it. Working for a pragmatist is therefore far from being easy, but rewarding. Although the job may sometimes seem like an apprenticeship under the tutelage of a skilled artist, the opportunities to learn and acquire news skills on a team led by a pragmatist are multifold and never second-best. While it offers great potential for personal development, it may also trigger burnout and vehement criticism. You definitely need to have a thick skin to be able to work for a pragmatist.

Accounting for virtually 8 to 12 percent of American leaders, the pragmatist style is the least common, experts suggest. Interestingly enough, it seems to be quite common among top-level executives (read more at Getabstract).

The Idealist

Idealists are achievers by definition. An idealist leader believes in the positive potential of their team. They want to learn and grow, and therefore want their employees to do the same. Idealists are charismatic, drawing everyone around them with their strong sense of intuition and idealism. They are open-minded, value and praise creativity both their own and others.

Being on an idealist’s team offers the chance to be creative and speak one’s mind. In most cases, employees may find it easier to work for an idealist because they recognize an equal voice in their superior, while they can learn by doing without fearing red balls of fiery criticism will tumble on them at the tiniest mistake discovered.

Although there may not be much structure or process as with other types of leaders, which in turn may be a plus or a minus, depending on the employee, working under the leadership of an idealist is most often enriching experience offering the right people the opportunity to brainstorm, share ideas and learn from each other. Cross-collaboration is at its best with idealists!

Statistics indicate that the idealist leadership style is common for nearly 15 to 20 percent of American leaders.

The Steward

Stewards are the supporting pillars of any corporation. They are loyal, dependable and helpful. Generally, steward leaders provide a stable and calm working environment for their employees. They value rules, process, and cooperation above all else.

Embracing the view that a chain can only be as strong as its weakest link, stewards take their time to train and explain things to those struggling to keep up.

While working for a steward may not be as challenging and as rewarding in point of individual growth and recognition as working for a pragmatist or an idealist, employees find the long-sought-for security, cohesion, and consistency. Stewards are also the kind of leaders that other department managers or leaders rely on in edgy situations.

Similar to the idealist prototype, steward leadership style accounts for around 15 to 20 percent of American leaders.

The Diplomat

Ultimately, diplomat leaders value interpersonal harmony. They are also the binding force within their team. Diplomats are kind, social, and sharing, while developing deep personal connections with their employees. They are conflict solvers by definition, that’s why they’re called ‘diplomats’, right?

Not only do they solve disputes smoothly, but diplomats also avoid them. Working for a diplomat is perhaps more fun and social, without much emphasis on competition. Generally, diplomat leaders put their employees in positions that closely match their skill set to drive success. Their major goal is to avoid having people anxious or feeling uncomfortable at work.

That is why the diplomat is the most common leadership style, embraced by 50 to 60 percent of American leaders.

While trying to figure out which of these prototypes best suits your leadership style, let us review the most common dos and don’ts of entrepreneurs today so that you know exactly what a being a good entrepreneur and leader calls for in order to be successful.

Dos

Know thyself and recognize the impact you have on others. You need to realize that the amount of self-awareness you surface and demonstrate in all your actions, is used by the people around you as a cue. By astutely managing your emotional response to situations and the way you influence others, all your skills will be leveraged.

Know your strengths and weaknesses. A good leader understands that he is not and cannot be a know-it-all-do-it-all, nor does he pretend to be. Good leaders recognize their strengths and leverage those skills, while delegating those responsibilities that require a different skill set than theirs to their team.

Be self-confident but not overbearing. There is a big difference between arrogance and confidence. Confidence derives from a strong sense of self-worth and self-awareness, while arrogance comes from a sense of fear and entitlement in others, in most of the cases. Good leaders are confident in what they know and can do without overstating their abilities.

Be optimistic. People tend to see either the glass half full or half empty depending on the kind of situations they’ve been confronted with in their lives. After all, entrepreneurs and leaders are human too and go through all sorts of experiences that are likely to change the way they view the world. Whatever the case, good leaders always see the glass half full and try to inspire their team and lift their spirits.

Find and seize opportunities to contribute to the greater good. Let us now debunk one common myth revolving around the ego-tickling needs of big leaders. Actually, great leaders do not waste time on polishing off their image. Being perfectly aware of their true worth they need no external validation. Instead, they focus on creating a legacy, which is greater than themselves and aimed to serve generations to come. They are achievement-oriented.

Don’ts

Disregard other people’s emotions and perspective. Failing leaders overlook or undermine the views of other people and don’t pick up on their signals. If they do, they just ignore them, demonstrating no empathy. Emotional intelligence is a skill a good leader ought to have and lacking empathy or the ability to walk in somebody else’s shoes, one cannot lead.

Failing leaders have no organizational awareness. In most of the cases, these ‘leaders’ woke up one morning in the CEO’s chair and forget they landed there either by chance, circumstance (in case they inherited the family business) or favoritism. They have no organizational skills, emotional intelligence and follow no norms. They lead in own name!

Blame others for their mistakes or bad outcomes. It is essential to hold people accountable for their performance, but blaming them for failures is a no go.

Avoid conflict resolution. Failing leaders guide themselves by the principle “If I ignore it, it will disappear”, sometimes it does but most of the times it doesn’t. Generally, work conflicts tend to grow exponentially until the atmosphere at the workplace becomes toxic. No team can function like that.

Divide and conquer. This kind of leaders believes that either they alone or them and their team can do the job better than anyone else in the organization. In their opinion, they are handling everything alone and any other interference will affect their image and ruin their agenda. Isolating themselves from the rest, they will try to create chaos to lead.

With this in mind, a good entrepreneur is and needs to be above all a good leader. Embrace the dos, ditch the don’ts and lead your organization to the top. First of all be true to yourself and your team, accept help when you need it, delegate and value talent giving it a chance to grow within the organization. This is the only way to success in business!

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