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I love writing about kink! I think it’s fun! I don’t think it needs to be a perfect reflection of IRL communities and experiences. We live in a time where the world is becoming increasingly anti-sex. I think exploring your thoughts through fiction is incredibly healthy! Idc if one hundred people write the same omegaverse daddy kink fic over and over again, at least they’re not policing how other people choose to have fun with fictional characters

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I love all the new skills you've been picking up!! I'm obsessed with this color combo.

The learning continues:

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If you don't think that fanfic writers get attached to their commenters and repeat commenters... you're crazy.

There's people who comment on my stories, disappear for months at a time, then comment when they catch up and I almost always remember their tagnames. It means the WORLD to me as a writer to have people who comment both regularly and irregularly on my stories/oneshots/moodboards.

When you guys go away for a few weeks or months... we notice! We hope you're okay and just taking a break, and when you come back rested and excited to read more stories, we're so happy to have you back.

So yes, please comment on stories even if it's once in a blue moon. You're not annoying, you're not overbearing for multiple comments or being super excited. You're helping fuel a writer to keep writing just to see what you have to say next about the next chapter! You're doing the Lord's work with your comments!

Whether you leave a Russian novel in a comment, or just go "noice", like... it makes the writer brain go !!!!!!💞

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anyway the actual point of fandom is to inspire each other. reading each other's fics and admiring each other's art and saying wow i love this and i feel something and i want to invoke this in other people, i want to write a sentence that feels like a meteor shower, i want to paint a kiss with such tenderness it makes you ache, i want to create something that someone else somewhere will see it and think oh, i need to do that too, right now. i am embracing being a corny cunt on main to say inspiring each other is one of the things humanity is best at and one of the things fandom is built for and i think that's beautiful

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What's very funny to me is that I don't even think of this one as angst! This is just my fun, little, dark one that's so fun. We're all having so much fun! It's like a cute little vacation from my actually angst stories!

It's possible that I don't have an accurate understanding of my own work. 🤣🤣🤣

Hmm... It's been a long time since Trapped!Andy did something awful, hasn't it??? 🤔

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Listen, was part of the reason I posted this just to get a hissing cat gif out of you? No, definitely not. 😇😏😈

Hmm... It's been a long time since Trapped!Andy did something awful, hasn't it??? 🤔

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Hey! I'm not the one hurting anyone!!! 😇

Hmm... It's been a long time since Trapped!Andy did something awful, hasn't it??? 🤔

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Hmm... It's been a long time since Trapped!Andy did something awful, hasn't it??? 🤔

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august please be good to all the friends in my phone. thank you

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If ANY of yall EVER do this shit to me, im deleting every single fic out of spite.

If I ever catch one of yall doing this to another author and I know youre a follower of my work I will block you personally on every platform

None of yall are the fic police. I DESPISE genai. I think its an insult to art, humanity, and the planet itself. But aint not a single fucking person here qualified to pick apart a strangers fic looking for a gotcha moment to make yourselves feel superior. If you think something is ai you can ask the author (most are proud of the ai use and will just tell you straight up) if they say yes you have your answer and can warn people. If they say no and you dont believe them you block and quietly keep it between you and maybe a close group of friends. Spreading misinformation is DANGEROUS. And NONE of you doing this shit are anywhere near qualified to do it.

THIS GOES DOUBLY FOR ARTISTS.

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Still one of my very favorite Lloyds. So scary so hnngh. 🫦🫠😵‍💫

Hostile Takeover Masterlist

Status: Finished

Summary: Your life is inexplicably and irrevocably changed by a mysterious man.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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I really like how in tune with each other they are. Bubbles has the things she really wants to push but Ransom knows how to stand his ground on the things he isn't ready for yet. And they both know how to calmly get their points across. Look at them growing together!

And look at Ransom expanding his cookie tastes! Even more important growth! 🤭

Tech Tuesday: Ransom Drysdale

Summary: Another night of helping Ransom catch up on the cartoons he missed out on as a kid.

Warnings: Allusions to bad parents/families. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is female, nickname Bubbles. No physical descriptors used.

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Tech Tuesdays Masterlist

"Alright, what season are we on now?" you ask, looking through the DVDs.

"I think we'd just started Season 3," Ransom replies. "The girls had moved from Townsville to Citiesville but it didn't work out?"

"Oh yes!" you exclaim, finding the correct DVD. "Season 2, Episode 2. And then we had to call it a night because we'd binged the entire first season already."

"And because we're too old to stay up until 3 AM without serious consequences," Ransom gripes.

"I hear that," you mope. "Why can't I drink all the sugary drinks without getting sick?"

"It's just not fair," Ransom sympathizes. "Tired of being an old man."

"Good thing you're not an old man, then," you snort.

"Old enough." Ransom huffs, but you see the corners of his lips turn up.

"So long as you're not too old to watch cartoons," you intone, putting the next disc of the Powerpuff Girls into the DVD player.

"Thanks to you, I'm not so sure that'll ever be possible."

"You're welcome!"

You join Ransom on the couch, making sure not to disturb the plushies you've set up to watch the show with you.

"I hope you like the food," he says. "I made them myself and could use the feedback."

"Oooo! You're still going to that cooking class?"

"No, um...Sometimes D&D runs really late and everyone ends up staying the night at Jake's place. In the mornings Jake's wife will, if I'm awake, she'll...she'll teach me some tips and tricks. She even gave me some basic recipes to try out on my own and you're going to be the judge because I know there's no way in hell I'll ever be able to compare to her stuff."

"Awww! You've really got a good group of friends, haven't you? I'm so proud of you for even trying D&D in the first place."

Ransom blushes, "yeah, well, you...you had a lot to do with it. And now I'm an honorary uncle."

You giggle at that. "The twins love you?"

"They insist that they get a good night kiss from their 'uncas' every D&D night when they have to go to bed."

"AWWWW!!! Please tell me someone's got a photo! I need to see a photo of that!!!"

Ransom's face goes from pink to red and he rolls his eyes. "Can you please just try the cookies?"

Recognizing his discomfort you're quick to calm yourself down. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

You look at the different snacks. As he said, nothing fancy. Chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies, brownies with some store-bought savory snacks on to counter all the sugar.

"Hmm...I'll start with the chocolate chip. A classic!"

"Yeah, I never really saw the appeal but, maybe that's because I never had homemade before. And remember, honest feedback. Please."

You take a bite of the first cookie. "It's good!" Ransom gives you a look that says he doesn't believe you. "It's true! It's not the best cookie I've ever had, but it tastes like you've got a handle on the basics of the recipe." He nods, seemingly accepting your review. "Do you want to start watching the show or do you want me to try each snack first?"

"Go ahead and try each one first, just in case there's something that should be thrown out. I don't want it to ruin the show."

"I doubt any of these are that bad," you reassure, finishing the chocolate chip in hand. "Okay, next I'll try the sugar cookie." At the first bite the cookie crumbles into your hand. "I think it might be a bit dry," you chortle. "The taste is good, but the texture is off."

Ransom grabs the container of sugar cookies, "I'll toss these." He goes to stand up but you stop him.

"What? Why? I said they taste good."

He gives you a confused look. "They're dry."

"And? Just make sure to sip a drink with them and they'll be fine."

"They're not good enough if you need something to accompany them," he gripes.

"They are good enough because the flavor is there and I like that flavor."

Ransom's face is red again and he takes a deep breath, your signal that he needs a moment to put his thoughts into words. "I know it's not a complete failure. But I'm still allowed to be embarrassed and not want to share the...partial failures they are."

You soften at his words. "Okay, you're right. I'm not a fan of throwing out food, but they are your cookies to do with as you wish."

"Thanks," Ransom nods as he takes the cookies to the trash. "And please, do not hold back for the brownies just because you feel bad about the sugar cookies."

"I promise, full honesty!" you swear before taking a bite of the chocolate brownie. It tastes so good you inadvertently let out a little moan.

"I take it the brownies are a win?"

"Mm hmmm!!!" you nod, taking another bite. "Similar to the chocolate chip, you've definitely got the basics down and this is a really good recipe!"

"Okay, I've at least got that going for me."

"Ransom," you say in a warning tone.

He rolls his eyes, "I mean I've got a good win and not just an okay and a failure." You give him a small glare. "And I'm not shooting my abilities down, I'm just establishing a baseline by which to measure improvement."

You sniff, "that'll do for now." Ransom still needs help with his habit of hiding his mistakes behind a wall of hate and sarcasm. Anything that sounds like self-deprecation gets met with a look from you that you know gives him pause.

"Can we start watching the show now?" Ransom groans.

"Okay!" You grab the DVD remote and start watching the Powerpuff Girls kick butt.

Only a couple of hours into the night Ransom is asleep, his head on your shoulder. Part of you wants to pull away, not wanting a repeat of New Year's Eve. But between his warmth, the comfy couch, and the sleep you keep fighting, you opt to lean into it and let yourself fall asleep with a smile on your face.

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Tech Tuesdays Masterlist

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @iwudbutnah; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @kmc1989; @late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82; @ozwriterchick; @peaches1958 @ronearoundblindly; @lokislady82; @thiquefunlover63

[krirebr]

Ok, first of all, he broke up with her after 10 years with a note??????? My god, she's absolutely better off!

This was such a fun start! I can't wait to see where you go with it! I, of course went with

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐚𝐝

𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭?

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟒𝟎𝟒

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 <𝟑

A vacation by yourself, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Your relationship, such as it was, had ended suddenly, your ex moving out overnight with only a note as an explanation;

Sorry, honey, I just don’t want this anymore. You’ll be fine without me.

Part of you had been devastated, your relationship had lasted for over ten years, you’d thought you were solid. Sure, the sexual spark had long gone, but what did that matter when he was always there when you got home at night? When you had a warm body to sleep next to? Excitement and desire only went so far, and you’d been… content, if not deliriously happy.

Another part had just been pissed off because what were you supposed to do about the deposits on the air bnb and rental car you’d hired?

 So you’d slept on it, after ordering an immense amount of comfort Chinese takeout food of course, and the following morning you’d decided.

Fuck him. If he didn’t want you anymore, you’d move on, happily and without regrets.

You could admit to yourself that maybe you hadn’t been the best girlfriend during your relationship, you’d gotten complacent, accepted what your lives had become too easily. But you could also see that he’d given up too, he hadn’t fought for you. This vacation could’ve been the jump start you’d both needed, but instead he’d bailed, so you would take the opportunity to go yourself.

A week later, and your bags were packed, and you were sitting pretty in your rented convertible, your playlist blaring as you head towards the coastline and the air bnb you’d rented. Getting out of the city was as stressful as you’d imagined - there was a reason why you preferred public transport - but once you got onto the highway, it was almost like magic. The stress you’d felt up until this point, even the stress that you hadn’t acknowledged, it all fell away as the concrete jungle gave way to suburbia, and then to unadorned nature.

It felt so good to be free again. To be yourself.

You didn’t even know who you were on your own anymore. You could be anyone, completely start over in a new life. Move away and learn something new. Become a farmer, or a librarian, or a school teacher. You could start a tiktok, or an Only fans.

You laugh to yourself and turn your music up. Selling nude pictures probably wasn’t on the cards for you, you were likely too old for most paying subscribers to be interested in… still, who could stop you if that’s what you wanted to do?

Life is a Highway starts playing, and fully leaning into your silly daydreams and thoughts, you turn it up to deafening, and head further away from your old life, and into your new one.

You weren’t a car person, living in the city meant that a) you never used anything other than public transport or Ubers, and b) if you had had anything to do with cars, you just paid a professional to deal with any issues. So now you were about fifty miles from your first stop on the roadtrip, in the middle of what looked like the world's most tiny and insular town, of course that would be when your rental started sputtering before coming to a dead stop. You stare at the dash, almost hoping that the engine would magically start up again, before trying the key. Nothing. You mutter under your breath, cursing the old and classic vehicle that your ex had been adamant about getting. No modern car for him, he wanted the full authentic road trip experience.

“At least this place has cell service, I guess,” your relief is palpable when you see there’s more than enough service, and you have plenty of battery on your phone. At least you’re not walking into one of those kinds of nightmares. You also silently - and begrudgingly - thank your ex for spending extra on the rental insurance, it meant that when you called them, they agreed to pay for you to go to the local mechanics to get it fixed, 

“Looking at the details online, ma’am, it looks like they won’t be open until the morning though, so you’ll have to stay overnight,”

You argue back and forth for a minute, this was going to ruin your trip, and you’d lose the deposit on the motel you’d already booked, but thankfully the local motel had rooms and the insurance agreed to cover that as well. You look around the street you’re on warily, everything seems so quiet, not as busy as you would assume for an early evening during the summer. Your phone said the motel was only a fifteen minute walk away, and after pointlessly trying the key again, you huffed and grabbed your bags.

The lady at the desk was nice enough, and pointed out a good diner that was across the street, featuring a small parking lot with everything you’d expect from a small town - including huge trucks and several large motorbikes. Probably Harleys or something. The woman smiles when you ask why it’s so quiet, 

“There’s a carnival happening in the town over, it’s a big deal. Both towns like to do a bunch of fun competitions, the kids go crazy, the guys maybe have a little skirmish, it’s all fun.” She gives you a receipt on a smile, “It goes on for a few days, if you get your car fixed, you should check it out tomorrow,”

You had no intention of staying for that long, but your stomach growls, so you excuse yourself and head to your room. It was surprisingly nice, a good sized bed, bathroom was clean and just this side of fancy, and at least the TV had a WiFi connection. A quick shower later and you head over to the diner, daydreaming about a large cheeseburger, fries, and a milkshake the size of your head. You felt you deserved it, and a slice of whatever pie they were offering as well. You were too busy deciding on what milkshake you would prefer, chocolate or vanilla, that you walked right into the large man coming out of the diner, 

“Oh, damnit, I’m sorry!”

“No need to apologise, are you okay?”

You meet the eyes of the man, and your throat closes up briefly before you’re able to answer. You hadn’t seen a man this attractive in… well, you have to admit to yourself that you don’t think you’ve ever seen a man this attractive in your entire life. Your face burns when you realise you’re just staring, his eyes sparkling as you sees your embarrassment, 

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you notice his hands, large and warm, are on your upper arms steadying you. He spots you looking and quickly lets go, 

“Didn’t mean any offence, you just almost took a dive,”

“No, it’s okay. I’m sorry again,” You inch around him, trying not to take an obvious deep breath of this stranger's scent. He smelled like citrus, mint, and a little of motor oil with a hint of cinnamon. It shouldn’t work together, but somehow it did, and your mouth watered in response. Because you were hungry… or at least that’s what you told yourself.

His voice, deep and smooth, caught you just as you were about to turn your back on him, “You in town for the carnival?” Your eyes narrow, and you slowly shake your head, 

“No, I’m just passing through,” your awe at how hot this stranger was was fading, and now you just wanted to get inside and eat. It’s not like you were going to do anything with this guy, he probably had a wife and a million kids to take care of, a small business in town, all that normal stuff. You smile as politely as you can, “Sorry. Again.”

“A woman like you shouldn’t be apologising so much. Have a good night, stranger.” He winked at you, and sauntered into the evening, denim clad legs eating up the distance to one of the motorcycles easily. Of course he was a biker. You literally shake yourself, and go into the diner, ordering your feast (chocolate milkshake wins your internal debate), before heading back to your room and passing out to some Sex in the City reruns. 

𝐒𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬? 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 >:)

[krirebr]

Sex is optional. This is true for everyone, not just asexual people.

Romance is optional. This is true for everyone, not just aromantic people.

[krirebr]

As a fic writer, i need every reader to know that:

I don’t care if your comment is coherent. I know what you mean and i love you

I don’t care if you ramble. I read every word and i love you

I don’t care if you leave a comment on a fic from four years ago or leave comments/kudos on like ten of my fics in one go. This isn’t IG, pls stalk my AO3. I love you

I don’t care if you mention the same thing in your comment that four other people have already mentioned. It’s actually really useful to know what resonated with people and I love everyone who takes the time to tell me they liked a particular turn of phrase

I don’t mind if your comment is super long or just a couple of sentences, i love them all

I love you

[krirebr]

Okay. I can see why you put Andy in the poll. 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

I hope they physically throw Ari out of the building.

Blueberry scones sounds delicious! How does your persnickety boss (of your choice) react when you bring him in a scone with his morning coffee?

Per the poll results, the boss of choice is going to be Ari Levinson!

Uncalled For

Warnings: Angst, Bad boss. Please let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Reader is gender neutral. No physical descriptors used.

The company is about to close out a major project and it's got everyone edge. Especially because Mr. Levinson's pushing everyone. No one gets a break until this thing is done and done well. Morale is low and he either doesn't notice or doesn't care. Everyone knows Mr. Levinson is a workaholic but with the deadline in sight, it's been getting out of hand.

You're not one to make waves or go against the boss. You have your job and you like to stick to it. Your coworkers even barely seem to notice your existence until something goes wrong. But seeing everyone so miserable has you trying to think of things that can lift spirits.

It might not be much, but you can do some baking. Everyone loves free baked goods, right? Plus, it'll be better for people than the all-caffeine diets they seem to have switched to.

When you finally clock out for the day, you make yourself go to the grocery store to pick up some ingredients. Delightfully the blueberries are on sale! You can make scones and muffins with them! Those will be great snacks for the office, right?

Staying up far too late, you labor over the baked goods, making sure there's enough for everyone. It isn't easy but, hopefully, it'll help everyone at the office.

The next morning you set up the scones in the breakroom along with the ingredient list so people can be wary of allergens. You take one for yourself, grab a coffee and sit at your desk.

As more people come in and find the scones, the atmosphere feels more relaxed than before. It's still tense, but nowhere near so miserable as before.

At least not until Mr. Levinson finds the scones.

"Who brought these damn things in?!" he shouts to the office, holding the container of scones. "Well?!"

"I...I did, Mr. Levinson," you quietly admit, raising your hand.

"This is uncalled for! No rewards until this project is done! We have to earn these things. And if you've got time to go home and bake, clearly you've got time to do more work!"

Mr. Levinson dumps the scones into the trash and you start crying. He slams the container onto your desk before stomping into his office.

"Oh fuck this," one of your coworkers mumbles before shutting down their computer.

He stands up and shouts towards Mr. Levinson's office, "hey asshole! I quit!"

Everyone can see Mr. Levinson's glare from his office but your coworker doesn't let it bother him as he grabs his things and walks out.

"You know what? Me too!" another coworker shouts, shutting down her computer.

"Seriously, what the hell kind of asshole boss does that?!" another coworker gripes loudly, preparing to leave.

At this point, Mr. Levinson looks furious and he stands in the doorway of his office trying to order people to sit back down, trying to explain his reasoning, his style of leadership. It only leads to more people walking away.

As the room empties, you're still too stunned to move, unable to stop crying. Mr. Levinson runs his hands through his hair as he processes what happened.

He stomps over to your desk. "Why did you even make those damn things to begin with?"

"I wanted...wanted to...to help, Mr. Levinson," you sniffle. "Everyone was just...just so miserable. I thought it might...might help people out."

"That's not your job," he huffs. "You're only supposed to do your job."

"But...I just...I wanted to help..."

"And thanks to you, everyone's walked out and you should leave with them!"

"Well that is uncalled for, Ari." You recognize the voice of Mr. Laufeyson. His department is next to yours and he undoubtedly heard the commotion. "Maybe you should leave. You just cost the company a lot of time and money with this. Maybe they can get some of these people back, but it will still set the project back quite a bit. I don't think the higher ups will take kindly to that."

"You've been after my job for years, Loki," Ari bristles.

"And now you've handed it to me on a silver platter," Mr. Laufeyson grins. "I warned you about the dangers of pushing your people too hard. Little treats do wonders for the soul."

As Mr. Levinson storms back to his offce, slamming the door closed, Mr. Laufeyson turns to you.

"I do hope you aren't scared off. I could use the help of someone such as yourself as I take over this department. How would you like to be my assistant?"

"I...I dunno, Mr. Laufeyson. I'm...I'm not..."

"There will be a significant pay increase."

"Put it in writing and I'm in!"

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