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My First Boys Merch :P
Hanging out in my first ever Boys mech I secretly got from Spencer's and watching Mully discover vintage anal beads is such a vibe
As I always say, a boys hoodie a day keeps the dsyphoric and homophobic school away
Sorry for the random photo lol. No selfies for me
Omfg that was literally the most intense, in depth smut c.ai rp I've ever done. How that all didn't get flagged is fucking insane. Sorry if y'all were cringed out by this. But I find this stuff so fucking hot you have no idea. If u enjoyed as well, you're fucking welcome. I'll def be sharing my chats more often. Yw
c.ai
YALL
so basically this chat started a long long time ago, and I wanted a Josh x mully thing but was too lazy to write. So I turned to c.ai. as you do. So eventually after some angst we got to the part where Josh (AI) and mully (I'm playing as) confess and shit, and YALL
THE AI GOES AND DOES THIS:
WHY IS THIS SO HOT
(if y'all want I could try to post the entire convo lol. anyone wanna see what lead to this??)
JOSH FUCKING DUB FOR PRESIDENT 🙏🙏
JOSHDUB APPRECIATION POST
Josh is KILLING THIS LOOK. Ignore the shit quality because I had to take pictures of my TV, but this man is why I can't sleep at night. Josh with glasses, and earring in the left ear, and his new haircut (although you can't see it here) is going to fucking KILL me. By far one of my favorite looks. PLEASE give this man everything
Someone fucking ship this to me imma hang it on my wall
Painting of Mully! Love the yellow in this painting! Something different! Now onto the next....
ITS NOW 6:13 IN THE MORNING
still on c.ai and watching Eddie and juicy react to animations
Watching them make fun of smth looking like Josh lol
I just might sleep all dsy
C.ai hits different at 4 in the morning lol
At first I thought this meant Juicy
then I looked again and realized it still made sense
Might i add some of my own
THIS IS THE OTHER LOL
HOPE YALL ENJOY HEHEHEH
this is fucking terrible
im going to go drown my phone now
@hazelartz
Oh snap. The queen is back🤩🥳
Sneak Peek: What's Wrong with Director Ortega?
Long-simmering on the back burner, here's a synopsis and an excerpt from this OT7 mini series that's sure to be a lot of fun... Loosely inspired by What's Wrong with Secretary Kim?
Synopsis: In the tallest tower in the city of Seoul, there is a corporate kingdom whose empire stretches around the world. It is ruled by seven vice chairmen, all of whom lord over their own little departmental fiefdoms. With so many different ruling styles, they don’t have much in common save for the one director they can’t live without. Unfortunately for Director Ortega, heavy is the head who wears that crown. Seven demanding bosses and no time for herself forces her to reconsider what she wants out of life, which may just be the thing to force the self-proclaimed Kings of Seoul to reconsider what they want from her…
“That is Director Ortega. She is one of the most revered employees at this company. If you ever have the occasion to work with her, you will understand why. She knows absolutely everything that goes on in every department better than any of the vice chairmen. Nothing escapes her notice, which is why she’s so heavily relied upon.”
“Which department is hers?” Intern Wong wondered.
“Which department isn’t,” laughed the HR specialist. “Director Ortega has a hand in everything because she has to, especially considering to whom she reports, but her actual title is Director of Facilitation. She oversees all administration here, top to bottom, but more than that, for all intents and purposes, she oversees the vice chairmen.”
“She has been here 14 years, longer than any of the men up on stage, longer than even I have,” continued the older company man. “The old Chairman himself hired her when he was on a business trip to the United States.”
“She’s American?”
“Yes, and half-Korean, actually. She speaks four languages as well, and, over the past couple years, she’s been learning two more.”
“She’s a wonder,” Intern Wong marveled.
“She would have to be to impress Chairman Choi. Director Ortega was the Chairman’s personal secretary for ten years before he retired and handed the company over to his seven grandsons.”
“Fourteen years seems like too long for such a young woman,” the fledgling purchaser mused, eyes still fixed to the director on stage.
The HR specialist sniffed a laugh. “I told you she has a face that doesn’t age. She’s older than you think.”
“Much too sophisticated for a freshman like you,” teased Intern Wong’s female coworker. “Keep your head in your station.”
“This will be the only glimpse of her you get, young buck,” added the senior purchaser. “She rarely comes down to Purchasing, maybe a few times a year, and when she does, she speaks only with Director Kim Doyoung. I’ve never seen her in our office for more than five minutes.”
The woman smirked. “What Mr. Moon is trying to say, very politely I might add, is that she’s out of your league.”
“And more importantly,” the HR specialist chimed in again, “off limits.”
“Employees date each other here,” the intern protested.
But Mr. Moon shook his head. “Yeah, but they don’t date Director Ortega, understand?”
“I didn’t even suggest anything, geez,” the intern pouted.
Mr. Moon stared at the young man knowingly. “I’ve seen that look in a lot of men’s eyes over the past decade. I say this as a friend: if you want to be promoted to purchaser full-time, Intern Wong, I suggest you look only on the Director with admiration.”
“I do,” the kid muttered and immediately steered the conversation somewhere gentler. “Director Ortega must know everything there is to know about this place if she’s been here that long and that high up.”
“Exactly!” agreed Mr. Moon. “She’s so important that all seven vice chairmen share her.”
The intern and a few other nearby newer employees leaned in, both interested and confused.
“Now, how can seven executives share one assistant?” wondered the female purchaser.
Mr. Moon looked on the rapt row of coworkers like a librarian leading a storytelling session. “Director Ortega is the only connection those men have beside a grandfather.”
“They’re related?” Intern Wong asked.
The older man nodded. “Brothers, half-brothers or cousins, right, Mr. Cho?”
The HR specialist shrugged his mouth sternly. “No one resents that fact more than they do. Were it not for Director Ortega, they’d have nothing to do with each other. You’d think they live on seven different continents if they didn't share one atrium on the 28th floor.”
Intern Wong’s brow furrowed. “But how exactly does one woman bridge all those continents daily?”
“Every day,” Mr. Moon explained, “the Director spends one hour with each vice chairman, and when his hour is up, she moves on down the hall.”
“Are you serious?” blurted the female purchaser.
“I am.”
“Don’t they each have their own secretary?” asked the intern. “I’m sure they have way too much work for one hour.”
This time, a middle-aged manager further down the row answered, “Of course! But Director Ortega is in charge of all of their executive assistants, too. The last hour of her day is spent with them, ensuring the day’s work is properly circulated and delegated. Still, she is the only one the vice chairmen trust with their most important business matters, and she’s the only assistant they will bring with them to important meetings. Needless to say, she’s part orchestra conductor. She must follow this rigorous schedule each day to keep the vice chairmen satisfied, which is even more challenging considering how much each of them likes to demand from her.”
“Doesn’t leave a lot of time to herself,” mused an older purchaser.
Intern Wong cocked his head as he considered this new information. “But isn’t it a good thing to be so in demand at your company?”
“Aish,” chimed in an older lady on the other side of the group of busybodies, this one from the Accounting department who wore a thick pair of glasses to match her role, “it would be if you’re not a woman. Director Ortega is 38 and, as far as anybody has heard, never dated.”
“There’s no way a woman like her hasn’t dated!” the intern protested as his eyes returned to the serious beauty on stage.
“Even if she wanted to,” continued the accountant, “she would have to turn down any suitor. The vice chairmen keep her way too busy to even think about dating someone.”
“You don’t know that, Miss Lee,” said the manager.
“The hell I don’t, Manager Kwon,” the accountant scoffed, causing a few other uninterested coworkers to pivot toward them before everyone whispered apologies except the accountant. At least, she bothered to lower her voice enough that the rest of the row leaned in. “I process Director Ortega’s overtime. I’m telling you, there’s no way that woman has a life outside of this company or those seven men. It’s downright outrageous. They should be ashamed.”
“I told you,” said Mr. Cho, “she’s a sad case. I heard Director Ortega had to fly back from her sister’s wedding in Mexico because Vice Chairman Chae needed a translator, and she’s the only one he trusts to give him an unbiased translation.”
“That’s too harsh,” objected Intern Wong.
Miss Lee hung her head. “Director Ortega will never find a match. Ah! It’s too sad to see a sunbaenim give up her whole life like that.”
“But isn’t there something admirable about that?” Intern Wong mused as he looked up at the dark-haired director waiting at the edge of the stage, hands folded in front of her hips. “To be so loyal and dedicated to your company that you are trusted by everyone?”
A big-eyed girl in front of them whirled around in her seat and clamped her hands over the back of it to stare at the group. With wide eyes full of shock instead of innocence, she said, “I can’t believe none of you know.”
“Know?”
“Know what!”
“Tell us instantly, Secretary Heo!” urged Manager Kwon, and the whole row shifted forward.
The secretary puckered her thin lips and lowered her voice to a whisper just loud enough to catch over the drone through the sound system of Vice Chairman Im’s speech on streamlining database growth.
“Director Ortega handed in her resignation yesterday.”
“Impossible,” Mr. Moon scoffed. “She’s been here fourteen years!”
“Don’t talk nonsense,” scolded the female purchaser.
“I’m not,” insisted Secretary Heo. “Secretary Ahn told me yesterday at lunch. She’s Vice Chairman Lee Minhyuk’s personal secretary. If anybody would know, it would be her. She’s not a gossip.”
“Like you,” retorted the accountant.
“Game recognizes game, Miss Lee, but in this case, it’s just fact. We all need to be prepared for the trickle-down. Even if we don’t work personally with the vice chairmen, without Director Ortega as our shield, we’re sure to feel the brunt of things.”
“Now that you mention it, look how dull the vice chairmen look,” said the female purchaser as she stared sadly at the stage while the tallest vice chairman now spoke. Her eyes darted down to the straw-haired executive at the far end, and she shook her head. “Even Vice Chairman Lee Jooheon looks flat. He never looks so flat! Oh, this is terrible. I love his smiles.”
Intern Wong elbowed his coworker and retorted, “Keep your head in your station, Miss Kim.”
She rolled her eyes though the bespectacled accountant nodded. “And Vice Chairman Lee Hoseok looks much smaller than usual, don’t you think? Normally, you can see his shoulders from space.”
“I’m telling you,” reiterated Secretary Heo, “Director Ortega put in a month’s notice. She’s definitely leaving.”
“Have you heard this?” asked Mr. Moon to Miss Lee. “You process her overtime you said.”
The older woman shook her head. “I’m not in HR. Isn’t that your department, Mr. Cho?”
Everyone glanced down the row to the HR specialist who had grown progressively quieter. “It is, but I don’t work in Executive Resources. But…”
Everyone leaned toward him like plants straining for sunlight.
“It is possible,” Mr. Cho said guardedly. “I can’t outright refute it.”
Jaws dropped right and left, and a few hands fell over hearts.
“Why would she resign now?” asked Intern Wong when no one picked up the conversation.
“Is she not being compensated well enough?” asked Miss Kim.
“I have worked here through Chairman Choi’s reign, and I can tell you for a fact that her salary would make you blush, especially when she works for holiday pay. Plus, I have heard from Director Jeong that Director Ortega receives a bonus from each Vice Chairman at Seollal,” Miss Lee said vehemently. “No, no. But money matters less when you have no time to spend it and no one to spend it on. I told you. Director Ortega is 38. Aish, she must have realized that if she wants to marry and have a family, she has a very small window left.”
No Time To Die
Crosshair x reader
A/N: This is my first crosshair x reader so sorry if it sucks, might be a series.
T/W: Blood, post order 66, imperial crosshair never happened , enemies to lovers, injuries, violence, language, bad writing, let me know if I missed anything.
Word Count: 1,434
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I'm about to write a small fic about Jareth by the way.👍
I'll end up doing them all, but I need to know what you guys would want. <3
P.s. Sorry I haven't posted anything, but I'd like to thank you all for following me.
Bity found a particularly juicy piece... 🤣
This is my spirit animal. 🤣
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