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so-long-soldier28 · 4 months

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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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puddleink · 6 months

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The Assistant Part 1

Erwin Smith x Male!Reader

Warnings: shameless use of (y/n) sorry, flirting, workplace au, slight sexual tension.

Notes: First fanfic I've written and posted in a WHILE so I apologise ahead of time haha. If you like this fic I will post the rest of it.

Words: 1.8k

(Y/N) admitted to himself that the one main weakness of working for Scouts Agency Limited was running through the rush hour people traffic to arrive at the office on time. As he ran past the friendly door guard and receptionist, he patted down his bag to make sure he had his key card and phone. With the cup holder balanced in one hand, (Y/N) somehow managed to scan his card in the lift and stood patiently while the lift moved upwards quickly.

“Right I have Mr Smith’s coffee, the report for Mr Ackerman’s team and the list of American clients coming to Mr Smith’s evening meeting,” (Y/N) said to himself just as the lift dings and the brown wooden doors opened.

(Y/N) loved how empty the office was when he got to work. As an assistant, he was required to get to the office a half hour early to set up his boss’ office and honestly, he did not mind it. The floor smelt like disinfectant and he could type away without people asking him to get coffee and make copies.

(Y/N) was always thankful for his job. The people were nice and he had the slightest crush on his boss, Executive Manager Erwin Smith. But of course, this was not just (Y/N)’s fault. Erwin was a very flirty boss.

Very

(Y/N) often thought to himself that if it was anyone else flirting with him in such a manner as Erwin was then he would be straight on the phone with HR. But Erwin was different. He was exactly (Y/N)’s type. Strong, caring, smart and extremely fit.

It was not uncommon for Erwin to come in late some days after coming straight from the gym, and (Y/N) savoured those days. His ashy blonde hair slightly wet from the gym showers, his muscles bulging from his dress shirt and Erwin’s sauve concentrated face when he tied his tie.

(Y/N) repeatedly fantasised about that tie…

The sound of people talking and moving about the office floor snapped (Y/N) out of his daydream, and he got back to logging into his laptop and organising his and Erwin’s daily agenda.

As the clock ticked over to 9 o’clock Mr Smith glided into the office and quickly shot a welcoming smile to (Y/N).

“Good morning (Y/N), how are you today?” Erwin flashed his cocky smile at (Y/N) as he set down his bag and coat.

(Y/n) returned the smile as he stood up and walked over to his senior’s desk. He gently placed the coffee in front of him as well as Erwin’s daily itinerary.

“I’m doing well today, very happy it’s Friday,” he replied but he knew the statement was half a lie. He disliked Fridays as he knew it would be 3 days before he would see Erwin again.

As mentioned before, (Y/N) did like his job.

Erwin looked up at his assistant with a smirk, which resulted in a deep blush forming on (Y/N)’s face. Erwin took a swig of his favourite coffee order as the embarrassed assistant almost ran back to his desk.

They sat in happy silence until it got close to midday.

As soon as the small clock in the corner of his laptop turned to 12 o’clock, (Y/N) shot out of his seat, notepad in hand, and walked over to his boss again.

“Excuse me, Sir,” (Y/N) softly spoke which was met with the kind blue eyes he had fallen for.

“Yes, (Y/N).” Erwin closed his laptop, giving the shorter man his full attention.

“It is time I went to fetch your lunch, Sir, what do you fancy today?” (Y/N) asked looking straight down at his notepad to avoid getting lost in his boss’ eyes.

“Mmh,” the larger male hummed while thinking. He wanted to avoid the obvious joke he could make, however, you could not say he was not tempted. However he did look at the subordinate up and down, he was only human after all.

In the beginning, the flirting started just as a way to get some laughs out of his new assistant or to break the ice, but after Erwin saw how (Y/N) would stutter and blush after such comments, the sincere flirting began. Unfortunately, (Y/n) was oblivious to this.

“Depends…” Erwin said gently. “What can you offer me Mr (L/N)?”

With this comment (Y/N) could feel his heart jump out of his chest and almost fly onto his boss’ desk in front of him.

Trying to retain his composure he starts listing off the different coffee shops and local sandwich bars with a light blush forming on his cheeks. Erwin noticed this and lightly chuckled to himself enjoying the view of his assistant in a fluster.

Erwin finally made his choice of lunch and (Y/N) quickly scurried over to his desk and picked up his bag. (Y/N) made sure to turn back to his boss to say a small goodbye and then ran out of the door making sure to hide his face.

As the lift doors close behind him, (Y/N) let out a giant sigh of relief. He truly hoped that all the flirting he received from Erwin was sincere, however (Y/N) was prone to doubt himself.

(Y/N) slipped his earphones on as the doors opened on the desk floor and was greeted by the desk manager.

“Afternoon, Mr (L/N),” Sasha said happily, waving at the busy assistant, who returned the greeting with a smile.

“Hello Sasha, how is your day going?” (Y/N) asked stopping for a second as he did not want to appear rude to the nice girl who always made nice conversations with him. He slowly removed his headphones giving the brunette his full attention.

“Well, it is my favourite day of the year…” Sasha hinted at the assistant, leaning slightly to the side to show the colourful balloon placed behind her lightly messy desk.

(Y/N)’s heart almost fell out of his body. He tried to hide the panic on his face as he remembered the card and homemade banana bread sitting on his kitchen side.

“Oh Sasha, Happy birthday, I’m so sorry I forgot. Mr Smith has me running ragged this week,” he offered a sympathetic smile holding his breath, scared he had lost a true work friend.

The brunette laughed and waved her hand at the assistant.

“Am I able to pop around later and drop off your card and present?” (Y/N) asked hopefully.

Sasha smiled at (Y/n) and explained that a few of her friends were coming over to her flat after work for drinks and that the assistant was welcome to join them. After a little pondering, (Y/N) agreed to drop around after work, it was a Friday after all, he could afford a few drinks with friends.

After waving goodbye to Sasha, (Y/N) swiftly made his way to the vintage cafe next to the office tower. With a happy sigh, (Y/N) stepped into the warm shop and made his way to the busy counter. After placing Mr Smith’s lunch order, the assistant picked out his own lunch meal and a drink. While he was waiting for the food to be ready, (Y/N) opened his phone and amended his calendar to going to Sasha’s that evening.

Bing

The notification snapped (Y/N) out of his trance and he stared at the text at the top of his phone.

Is everything okay? Lunch is taking a little longer than normal. I hope you aren’t lost ;)

The text from Erwin made the assistant panic slightly, partly scared that he will be told off by his boss, and partly for the winking face staring back at him.

More teasing? (Y/N) thought, this was the first time getting flirtation over the phone from his boss.

As soon as the food and drinks were ready, (Y/N) picked up the orders and hurried back to their shared office space, even running past Sasha.

“I’m so sorry for being late, Sir,” the assistant said hurriedly. He put the coffee and lunch in front of his boss who gave him a smirk in return.

“So…did you get lost (Y/N)?” Erwin said cockily before picking up his sandwich and taking a bite.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” he began to explain. “I got talking to the receptionist downstairs and lost track of time, It will not happen again,” (Y/N) mumbled as he looked down at his own lunch.

“Oh?” Erwin chuckled in reply.

“Yes, it is Sasha’s birthday so we got talking, I even got invited to come to her’s for some drinks after work to celebrate,” (Y/N) continued explaining.

After finishing his sandwich, Erwin looked at his assistant while wiping his mouth and slowly licked his fingers.

“Just make sure to not drink too much, I know it’s Friday but you need to keep yourself safe,” the boss stated before opening his laptop and continuing with his work.

(Y/N) stared at Erwin with wide eyes. This was the first time that Erwin had made a comment so wholesome to him. (Y/N) admitted that he was somewhat used to and could deal with the office flirting, however, a caring comment like that through him for a loop.

After their lunch was finished, the day went as normal as every other day. Every so often, (Y/N) would stand up to get coffee for Mr Smith or run to the photocopier.

As the work day started to draw to a close, (Y/N) started to pack up his workstation, however, his boss’ smooth voice drew his attention.

“Why do they want the meeting to be held there?” Erwin muttered to himself, wiping his hair out of his bright blue eyes.

“Everything okay, Sir?” (Y/N) asked, his coat halfway on his shoulders.

“This meeting with the American clients, they have decided that they want the meeting to be at Rose Wall,” Mr Smith sighed rubbing his temple.

(Y/N) looked very shocked at his boss before walking over to his desk.

“The nightclub?” The assistant asked, looking at the documents on Erwin's desk, reading the clients’ names and details.

Erwin slightly kicked his feet out, pushing his desk chair out and turning to face the floor-length windows behind him.

“I don't know how much business we will get done in a nightclub, but I hope it goes well,” Erwin stated.

(Y/N) almost laughed lightly before straightening up.

“...Sorry about that, Sir. But I see your anxiety, it does seem like a weird place to complete a large business deal. I am sure it will go well, your deal completion rates are the best of the company.”

Erwin wiped his forehead and then smiled at his assistant.

“Don’t worry about me, (Y/N), go and enjoy your weekend. Say Happy Birthday to Sasha for me. Remember to be safe, I don’t want to start having to look for a new assistant on Monday.” Erwin smirked.

(Y/N) slipped his work back over his shoulder and waved goodbye to his boss.

“Good luck with the meeting tonight and have a lovely weekend, Sir.” (Y/N) smiled and headed home, Erwin's smile burning into his mind.

#fanfic #fanfiction #erwin x reader #erwin smith #commander erwin #aot erwin #use of y/n #erwin x male reader #male reader #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #snk #snk x reader #workplace au

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chromezi · 1 year

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Ok back to StarCraft stuff again

I’m too lazy for a full body so here you go I’m sorry, but you all know who this is

Plus I can’t draw protoss aaaAaAAA I need practice

Previously for this au: Alarak | Terran!Alarak | Announcer!Alarak | Terran!Artanis

#art petri dish #starcraft 2 #Vorazun #starcraft #Protoss #workplace au #sc2

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gallavichfanficlibrary · 9 months

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Hi! 😀

I really love Icarus Is Online by mishervellous and Undead Agents of Chaos by ElizaPembroke. I’m wondering if there are any similar fics where they are hooking up or properly together but also communicating online with one of them (or both!) not realising who they’re talking to?

Hey Calli!

Icarus Is Online and Undead Agents of Chaos are both great fics! We're not sure about this scenario in other stories though...

There are two stories that are a bit different from what you're looking for but could be interesting for you: both of them dislike each other in real life but they're communicating online in a friendly/flirty way without knowing who they're talking to. Both are workplace rivalry AUs.

These Foolish Games - Mickey is Ian's new boss at TigerZone trampoline park.

You’ve Got It Bad - You've Got Mail AU. Ian & Mickey are feuding shop owners.

#online dating #alternative first meeting #workplace au #texting #ianandmickeygallavich1

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faustianmuse · 2 years

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Workplace Romance (Seungmin x fem!reader)

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader

Word count: 974

Genre: drabble, workplace romance

Summary: Seungmin, your introverted mathy coworker, confesses his love to you while fending off your office jerks.

Warnings: None! This is a pretty sweet drabble for Seungmin.

Author’s Note: Quick romantic drabble for Seungmin -- I think I needed to vent and the stars aligned for this one haha. Hope y’all enjoy!

Seungmin grinned at you from across the table at the work dinner, your colleagues’ jokes were getting crazier and crazier as the night went on.

You saw his smile begin to fade as the man beside him mentioned your name. You barely caught it, but something about that bitch was definitely in there. You were used to this, but something about seeing your polite peer’s face fall made it hurt your heart more than usual.

You’d had a crush on your colleague Seungmin for a little while, but since you worked together you tried to avoid the feeling. He had practically ignored you, or so you thought, until one day he had brought you a coffee from downstairs, his lithe fingers brushing yours ever so slightly longer than would be appropriate.

You hadn’t over-thought it at first, but when it became a pattern you definitely started to take it more seriously and anticipate your daily coffee from Seungmin every morning for the next 3 months. That was always where it ended however, until this evening.

Your nasty colleague continued, thinking she can boss everyone around, who is she? And you saw Seungmin’s jaw set with some ferocity. Worried that the situation would escalate, you decided to chime in.

“Come on guys, let’s keep it civil this evening,” you tried.

“There she goes again,” he said. “Thinking she’s the boss.”

“She is your boss!” shouted some drunken voices down the table.

The silence was deafening and you felt everyone’s eyes on your face, waiting for your perfect response that would ignore the whole issue. A particular set of eyes, however, were making it impossible for you to feel ok.

You felt yourself forced to meet Seungmin’s questioning eyes. They looked like they cared, really wanted to see how you were doing. And that was too much. You felt yourself getting emotional so you closed your eyes for a second, before smiling and saying, “If you all could give me a moment.”

You stood quickly and walked across the bar towards the bathroom, barely containing your tears. As you entered the hallway, you barely registered footsteps behind you.

“Are you ok?” Seungmin’s soft voice asked.

Not answering, you turned to look at him, registering his perfectly tailored suit that emphasized his princely stature. His dark hair was illuminated by the light from the restaurant, while the pearly edge to his skin stood out in the darkness.

“I’m asking as your. . . friend, I guess,” he continued, smiling a bit at his own awkwardness.

Seungmin was a whiz at technology, but talking wasn’t really his forte. You knew this, and normally would fill the silence with artful phrases, but couldn’t stop your mind from repeating he didn’t want to say friend.

You had to answer him, but you were scared your voice would shake so you just nodded as you caught your breath. “I’m fine, Seungmin.”

“You don’t need to take that from them, you know,” he said seriously, stepping towards you.

You felt yourself want to step back as you held yourself still.

“It’s not that easy, Seungmin --”

Your breath caught in your throat as he took two easy steps towards you in the hallway -- his face inches from yours as he said, “I can’t stand to see an excellent person like you so disrespected. I--”

He cut himself off as he leaned his head away from yours, biting his lower lip in frustration.

You were still taken aback by his proximity and the emotional outburst and before you could stop yourself you bluntly asked, “Do you like me, Seungmin?”

His eyes widened. He tried to collect himself by looking at his shoes as he took a deep breath in.

“I love you,” he answered.

You felt the words resonate as your eyes met his, your heart echoing, he loves me. You felt your eyes tear slightly at the thought as your hand rose to meet his cheek, practically feeling his usually calm countenance quiver with emotion.

A sharp sound cut you off in the hallway, “Last call!” cried the barkeep. Oh shoot, you still had to pay for company dinner.

You bit your lip. “Wait for me? After they leave?” you asked him, still not moving your hand.

His hands found your free hand and enveloped them, allowing you both to feel the warmth. “Of course,” he answered.

You ached to kiss him then, but you knew you had to hurry so you released his face as he released your hand, scurrying past him towards the restaurant before you stopped in the hallway and realized you’d forgotten the most important thing.

Turning slightly over your shoulder, you quickly uttered , “I love you” before jumping out into the bright lights, grabbing the check and waving them all a fake friendly goodbye as you hoped they were all too drunk to remember the interaction tonight.

You felt Seungmin standing beside you as the final two walked out the door, his shoulder meeting yours. You two stood there silently as the men left, and as the door closed behind them Seungmin grinned.

“Way to sneak that one in,” he said, beaming down at you.

“Shut up,” you answered, blushing.

You both stood there silently observing each other for a moment before you said, “What’s next?” before you pulled him into a kiss, hands finding his smooth hair as his hands found your waist.

“Let’s take this back to my place?” he said.

It would be all weekend before you went home again, and while you weren’t sure you’d be working at that company anymore, you knew Seungmin would be there for you, no matter where you were.

#seungmin #skz seungmin #seungmin drabbles #seungmin imagines #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #seungmin x reader #stray kids au #skz au #workplace au

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askworkplaceau · 3 months

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Here’s everyones jobs / basic appearance:)

#tadc #tadc workplace au #workplace au

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rosealiceroyal · 9 months

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“Surprise engagement party!” Sugawara explains, “Well, a mini-party, to celebrate you and Ushiwaka finally making it official!”

Startled, Oikawa chokes on nothing, sputtering his words until he can finally formulate his oh-so-elegant rebuttal, “Ushiwaka and I aren’t engaged, what the fuck?”

Oikawa is surprised to be thrown an engagement party. His friends are more surprised to find out that Oikawa is not actually engaged.

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu #oikawa tooru #sugawara koushi #ushijima wakatoshi #iwazumi hajime #ushioi #workplace au #didn’t know they were dating

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creativepromptsforwriting · 1 year

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Workplace AU Masterpost

Co-workers - Hate to love Part I

Co-workers - Hate to love Part II

Colleague AUs

Matchmaking at Work Prompts

Secret Dating at Work Prompts

If you like my blog and want to support me, you can buy me a coffee or become a member! And check out my Instagram! 🥰

#workplace au #coworkers au #colleagues au #matchmaking #masterpost #prompt lists #writeblr #writing

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calmthefuckdownalright · 2 years

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Alternative Universes I Use

Front Lines of L'manberg

Front Lines of L'manberg is a series following the events of the POG2020 vs SWAG2020 election on the Dream SMP in which the Reader is Wilbur's fiance. Recent updates to the fanfiction show that Wilbur has now passed and the reader has begun their cycle of grief. It is a Fem!Reader fic.

Angel AU

The Angel Au was made for the specific Fanfiction, A Fall From Grace, and follows the Origins SMP where the Reader has the origin Angel from the Afterlife SMP previously played by Smajor1995 (Dangthatsalongname) on said SMP and is also a member of the Origins SMP. A Fall From Grace is a fic in which that the Angel!Reader falls through an enemies to lover cycle with Phantombur.

Workplace AU

Workplace AU is a simple alternative universe for Simpbur in which the reader is his coworker whom he is in love with. This takes place in the Real Life plane. Most Simpbur fics/One shots will take place in this AU.

Pirate L'manberg AU

Another self-made Au in which its basically Front Lines of L'manberg but PIRATES and quite a bit different. Don't know if I'm actually going to use it but if anyone likes the idea feel free to help out with ideas with a shot to my inbox or something.

Godsend AU

Godsend is a Sleepy Bois Inc. AU in which the gods above each choose a champion to represent them on the mortal plain. Death is left out of this game but finds out about it shortly before the game begins. They choose their Champion quickly and must guide the kind-hearted Philza through the trials of being the Angel of Death.

Its actually a fairytale love story kind of thing really. I think its cute and its the only way I can really write S.B.I so take what you can get.

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That is all the current AU's I am using. I'll add to as more arrive

Also you may request for any of these AU's Headcannons or even a one shot. I'm not sure how far I'll go with them but its always nice to try.

#AU List #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp au #dream smp au #Origins SMP Au #Front Lines of L'manberg AU #Workplace AU #Angel AU #Simpbur Au #C!Wilbur Au #Godsend AU

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witchofthyme-writes · 2 years

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“Hello?? Earth to Albedo?” A hand waved in front of his face and he blinked, having zoned out at the computer at work and didn’t notice Lisa coming up to him. She was the owner of the company, and through the years of working together, they became close friends. “Ah, sorry, miss Lisa, I do apologize.” He nodded, being respectful in front of their coworkers, and she tilted her head before whispering “come to my office okay? I have to talk to you.” Normally, that’d scare people, but Albedo knew she was gonna chide him for zoning out and not getting enough sleep and to just go for it already. He opened the door slowly, hoping to not walk in on her doing anything. “Lisa? Are you okay?” His voice was quiet but pleasant, “come in dear! I just made some tea~” her figure was decent, she was clad in black and purple with her hair in a pony pulled onto her shoulder. He came in, and sat in the chair, “what’d you want to talk to me about?” He tilted his head, the scar of a star faded on his neck, barely noticeable unless his head was tilted. “ well, I was talking to Jean,” she paused. “ she may know someone you might want to see perhaps? I know you’re lonely Albedo, you work yourself to the ends of the earth and I know you have Klee but..” worry showed in her emerald green eyes as she handed him his tea. “I-I don’t know Lisa- not that I don’t trust Jean at all, I do trust her! But does she know I’m gay? Or even trans? I don’t know if they’d be accepting of that and I just want Klee to be safe around them as well and -“ Lisa watched the other ramble, before setting her own tea down and hugging him. “Albedo, hun, it’s okay. It’s someone your acquaintances with. I don’t blame you for wanting to be careful though..” her eyes shone with a slight tinge of chaos in them. “Someone I’m acquaintances with?? But who-“ his cerulean eyes shifted to the purple clad lady and he huffed. “It’s Kaeya, isn’t it?” She laughed quietly. “You know me too well, but to be fair, he’s been wanting to learn more about you as well. I think it’ll be good.” She said that last part with no room for arguing. “Okay.. one meet up should be good right? But no wait-“ he stammered a little, but she had already shut it down.

#genshin impact #genshin writing #genshin albedo #kaebedo #genshin lisa #workplace #workplace Au

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chromezi · 1 year

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Continuing the bad idea, no regrets

I kinda like the punkish look on him

#art petri dish #starcraft 2 #alarak #starcraft #workplace au #sc2 #Taldarim #protoss

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actualfemslash · 2 years

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screw you (5300 words) by KuriKuri Author tumblr: @letaizawarest Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Takeyama Yuu | Mount Lady Characters: Takeyama Yuu | Mount Lady, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight

MOD NOTE: Contains explicit smut, further details under cut

Additional Tags: Sex Toys, Vibrators, Boss/Employee Relationship, Alternate Universe, Sex Toy Company Summary:

To: Nishiya Shinji

Subject: Staffing Concerns

I don’t suppose you have connections at any other local companies? Because I’m pretty sure I’m about to get fired for accidentally sending Kayama porn.

Takeyama Yū Marketing Specialist, Midnight Playtime

(Or: Mt. Lady works for a sex toy company and kind of wants to hatefuck her boss.)

#kayama nemuri x takeyama yuu #midnight x mt lady #nemuri kayama #yuu takeyama #bnha #rated e #wc: 3000-10000 #oneshot #a: KuriKuri #smut #au #workplace au #mod has read #published 2018

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hairmetal666 · 7 months

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Eddie Munson gets famous at fifteen, after a YouTube video goes viral.

He's the kind of famous where he can't leave his house without being mobbed; where his name is plastered across grocery store tabloids and every fifth Pop Crave post; who has to make special arrangements with stores, whose body guards have body guards, who's forgotten what it's like to be normal. He's the kind of famous with well-chronicled stints in and out of rehab

And he thinks, at thirty, why not do a reality show? Why not let everyone in the world into his life because they're there anyway?

There's this guy on the crew, beautiful as a fucking sunrise. He's all golden-tanned and chestnut-haired, with these big hazel eyes that makes Eddie stomach swoop deliciously whenever they happen to meet his.

His name is Steve.

And Eddie, well. He's learned his lesson about jumping into relationships. So, Steve is nice to look at, and that's all there is to it.

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They're at the studio, and Eddie, he only smokes when he's recording but he's "not allowed" to do that inside. So, he steps out into the alley behind the building, eyes falling shut as he hands search his pockets for his pack of Camels and his Zippo.

"I didn't realize you smoked," a deep voice says from the darkness.

Eddie startles, eyes flying open. Steve is leaning against the brick of the building, cigarette perched between his pursed lips.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I'm Steve. With the crew."

"Eddie," he answers by instinct.

"I know," Steve chuckles. His hazel eyes are golden in the yellow streetlight.

"Oh, right." He lights his cigarette and inhales deep.

"I really like what you're doing in there." Steve nods his head towards the studio.

"You a fan?"

"Never listened to you much before. Not really a metal kinda guy, but I like it."

People aren't usually honest with Eddie. It's refreshing.

"Glad you're getting into it! How's your--uh, job going?"

Steve laughs. "First assistant camera, that's my job." Eddie's expression must read a total blank, but Steve only smiles. "I make sure everything's in focus while we film"

"Is that--hard?"

"Sometimes," Steve agrees. "How do you like being the star of a reality show?"

Eddie huffs out a breath. "It's more fun than I expected. Like, sure it's weird to have you guys follow me around, but at least I invited you, you know?"

Steve's dark eyes are fathomless in his perfect face. "You'll let me know? If anything happens that you don't like?"

Eddie nods, taken aback by the serious line of Steve's pretty mouth. Before he can respond more, the back door creaks open, Gareth's backlit shape leaning into the alley. "Eddie? They're ready for you."

"Duty calls." He smiles at Steve as he stomps out his cigarette. "See you around."

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Eddie goes to a house party in the hills. It's just a handful of people, all of them he's known for years, no cameras in sight.

Someone asks how things are going with the band. Eddie doesn't think anything of it. Why should he, among friends? Why should he when they already know the resentment that Gareth, Jeff, and Freak have for him? Eddie got signed and not his band. The guys--they never really forgave him, think he could have tried harder.

So, he says--he says--"I wish they didn't resent me so goddamn much still. To this day! They're millionaires and they're pissed at me? Fuck that. I got them here. I got us all here."

They're filming the next day at Eddie's house. He's working on a new song, engrossed in his acoustic and his notebook.

He's so in the zone, it takes him a second to register when Gareth bursts into the house.

"Fuck you, Munson," Gareth screams. "What the fuck is this shit?" Eddie's own voice pours from Gareth's phone, and Eddie's stunned speechless for dozens of seconds as he tries to comprehend what's happening.

"I didn't--" he tires. He raises his hands placatingly, but his minds a whirlwind, thoughts a tangle, heart a mess of betrayal and hurt and fear.

"We should be fucking grateful?" Gareth yells. "You spoiled piece of shit, fuck you!" He lunges towards Eddie, but Steve darts from behind the camera, moving to block Gareth's path.

"Stop filming," Eddie shouts. He lifts his arms to block the shit. "Get out," he snaps at the crew. " Now!"

He and Gareth scuffle towards a set of double-doors, heated words low and unintelligible.

"Don't come in." He tells the crew. "Steve, I mean it. Tell them to stop."

Eddie shoves Gareth into the other room, slamming the door behind him. Still, the mics pick up the screaming fight between the two men.

Hours later, Eddie finally makes his way back to the main part of the house, finds Steve standing at the kitchen island.

"Why are you still here?" He's too exhausted from the fight to put any inflection into it.

"I was wo--I wanted to make sure everything was okay," Steve says. He relaxes against the island. "Are yo--is everything okay?"

Eddie's laugh is humorless. "Something like that."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

The tears he kept at bay with Gareth prick at his eyelids until they burn. "Not really, no."

Steve nods. "We could--you wanna watch a movie?"

This startles a laugh out of Eddie, one that has tears flooding his eyes and he has to blink fast, look down, anything so Steve doesn't notice.

"You know what I want?" he says. It's soft enough that maybe Steve, across the kitchen, wouldn't hear.

"What?"

"To have friends who won't sell me out for a couple thousand bucks." The tears start falling, his throat choked with emotion.

He wants to stop, embarrassed to be crying in front of Steve, but now that he's started, sobs shake his shoulders and he can't keep quiet.

Steve reaches for him. "Is this okay?" he whispers, hands rubbing circles against his back.

Eddie nods, cries for a while as Steve makes soothing motions against his back.

"I just wish I was normal," he mumbles when he has words again.

Steve's hold on him tightens. "I'm sorry, Eddie."

Shame hits him then, too hard to ignore, and he steps away. "I'm gonna--I'm gonna go. I--Thanks again."

He ignores the sound of Steve calling him back.

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Eddie's playing a show. He's playing a show in a small club, something he hasn't been able to do for years, but he's doing it right now. It's electric, vibrating through his body, the crowd screaming along with every word.

So much of this is because of Steve, and Eddie can't think about it, because men like Steve aren't for guys like Eddie.

As he plays, his eyes scan the small crowd, find Steve easily. He's gazing at Eddie, lips slicked pink and parted, eyes shining. Eddie knows this look; the naked desire obvious. A heat he never lets himself feel for Steve blooms low in his abdomen, but--

He wails into his mic, forcing his thoughts away from that path. He has a show to play, one that's pumping his veins full of satisfied adrenaline. Nothing can ruin it.

When the show ends, Eddie is high, endorphins and adrenaline pounding through his bloodstream.

Eddie, the band, and the film crew make their way out the club's backdoor. There's a car idling close by, but they only get a few steps in before there's shouting; the ear-shattering click of dozens of camera shutters; overwhelming burst of flashes.

Eddie is disoriented, dizzy; the rapid shift from the best night he's had in years, to this, mobbed by paparazzi, people screaming his name, crowding their small group. He stumbles, black spots still obstructing his vision.

Arms catch around him, holding him steady. "You okay?" Steve asks.

Before he can answer, one of the paps yells, "Munson's wasted! Can't even walk!"

"C'mon, Ed, I've got you," Steve says.

"Just get into the booze, Munson, or someone had Molly too? Maybe a little coke? That used to be your thing, right? Snort a little blow and do a show?"

Eddie tenses, almost stops, but Steve keeps him going.

The crowd surges around them, more voices yelling, more flashbulbs popping, the guy saying, "He can't even stand without help! You got a real problem you know?"and he just--can't anymore. He whirls out of Steve's grasp, lunges for the guy.

"What's your fucking problem, man?" Eddie hisses. "What did I do to you, huh?"

"Real tough, Munson, huh?" The man sneers. He shoves Eddie hard, knocking him back a few steps.

Eddie's vision fuzzes out, brain buzzing. He snarls, knows he does, knows he's losing it, can't make it stop.

Strong arms wrap around his waist, pull him off his feet. He fights it until he's pressed into a wall, until cold hands cup his face.

"Baby, baby, you have to calm down," Steve murmurs. "You have to breathe, can you do that for me?"

"I want--he can't--I--"

Steve presses harder against him, bodies joined. "You're having a panic attack, yeah? Can you breathe with me, baby? Match me?"

Eddie nods, tries, wants to be good for Steve.

He calms, as much from the breathing exercise as being held by the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Pressing his face against Steve's neck he says, "why are you always around for my worst moments? I'm such a fucking mess."

"I don't think you're a mess," he says. "I think you've gotten hurt, you've gotten cornered. And your reactions are normal."

"Why do you even care?" Eddie asks.

Steve doesn't even pause. "Cause I like you, Eddie." His hold tightens for a second. "I like you a lot."

Eddie scoffs. "Yeah, you like Eddie Munson, the hot rockstar. Not the loser who cries in your arms"

Cold air hits Eddie as Steve steps away to meet Eddie's eyes. You want to know something? I didn't expect to like you at all. I admit, I bought into all the stories on the internet. But you were never anything like that, Ed. Not even once."

Steve takes a deep breath, turning away as his cheeks grow pink. "And you--you're always going out of your way for people. The day I knew I was gone for you? Three weeks into filming. There was this kid interning. You didn't know a thing about him, just some twenty-year-old, and you sat down and talked to him. Were genuinely interested in everything he said."

"Steve," Eddie's voice breaks. He has to cover his mouth, lips a wobbling mess.

"I want to give you normal, Eddie, as much as I can. If you'll let me."

The moisture tumbles free from his eyes, streaking down his cheeks. Eddie laughs. "God, Steve, you're--I like you, too."

Steve brushes the tears away. "So, you'd go on a date with me?"

"I think I would really like to go on a date with you, yeah."

Steve leans in, slow and gentle, placing a soft kiss at the corner of Eddie's mouth. It lights him up like a fresh struck match, nerve endings on fire. He thinks it's so much more than like already.

"Take me home, sweetheart," he says.

"Getting fresh with me, Munson," Steve smirks. "I won't have you using your rockstar wiles to seduce me."

Eddie's laugh echoes off the brick of the surrounding buildings. "Oh, sweetheart, my rockstar ways will destroy you."

"That a promise?"

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Six months later, the first and only season of Welcome to Hell premieres. Instead, of chronicling a rockstar's debauched and wild lifestyle, it's a soft and charming love story. It shows Steve and Eddie growing closer, Steve working late into the night, to give Eddie the hint of normalcy he's so desperate for, to make him happy. It shows Eddie's eyes track Steve across a room, something like sadness crossing his face. It shows a concert that Steve arranged, the fight with the pap outside the venue, brief glimpses of Steve and Eddie in the aftermath, the gentle kiss.

In the last interview of the season, the producer asks Eddie if there will be a season two of Welcome to Hell.

Eddie smiles, glances off camera, which pans to find Steve in worn jeans and a Metallica hoodie, hair messy and wearing glasses. He gazes at Eddie, smiles this soft, aching thing.

"Nah, I don't think I need it anymore," Eddie answers. Throwing the camera a smile that matches Steve's.

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