Yan Entity + [G.N] Fastfood Worker Reader
Why the ice cream machine at your job doesn't work anymore. Aka a shitpost made with a little too much effort.
[Suggestive]
"Y/n! Machine's broke!"
"So-?"
"..Can you fix it?"
You shove your earpiece into the hands of your coworker. As the person who's been on board the longest aside from your manager, wherever they are, and just sane enough to tell the tale the recent hires often ran to you for help with the issue of the day. Or hour, if you're really unlucky- By now, this place has broken you down enough that you simply carry through the task at hand under the guide of ancient instruction manuals you found lying around. You were used to doing things about your pay grade, but this one was personal.
The ice cream was what kept you pushing. Arguably the only thing edible on the menu, with enough taste to back that claim up. Rich, creamy, and a hundred percent free for members of the staff. At the start of your break or during the end of your shift you'd grab a cone to relish in the fruit of your hard labor with frozen goodness.
You walk over the kitchen side of the room. The evening rush was dying down and it was just you and your coworker today so that only left you and whoever was sitting atop the machine you were sent to fix in the area.
"Hellooo there~"
Maybe it's time you go check on the drive in window. Gets lonely this time of night.
The intruder kicks their feet against the side of the machine, humming along happily to the beat. You recognize them as the coworker who quit just the other day, but something's off. Their head bends at an odd angle to get a better look at you from their position; eyes milky white rather than the baby blues remember and their skin ghostly pale, lines of foam frothed in the corner of their lips. Their uniform seemed dated with the outfit painted white as apposed to the typical burnt red and the patch on their shirt depicting the pair of horns floating over an ice cream cone. You can see something roll back on their ashen tongue as they speak again.
"Missed you today."
"You quit four days ago."
"This...." They look at their badge. "Teri individual certainly did. I on the other hand have been here for quite a while and probably the first to see what's so great about you. Nice warm hands and willing to take it straight from the nozzle."
You knew that twenty wasn't worth taking that bet. "That was one time."
"Seven, actually. Believe me I kept track.
"Whatever. Can you move so I can fix the machine?"
"That's a nice looking cone right there."
You follow their eyes. There's an ice cream cone on the counter within arm's reach - topped with the perfect swirl that put your attempts to a murky grave. "What about it?"
"Go on- Taste it. You deserve a little something special after all your effort."
"I really have to fix the machine..."
"Do this and it'll run good as new. I promise."
You pick up the cone. Your "coworker" straights up like a post and place their hands between their legs as they lean in, dipping so far it looked like they were ready to pounce. Tossing them a sideeye, you course your tongue upside the peaked curves of the treat. Probably not the best course of action as you catch the moment their soul figuratively leaves their body. Still, their stare held no weight compared to the fluffy mount of heaven melting on your tongue. The best soft serve you've had by far. You nurse the tip, wanting to savor the treat-
"Keeping going."
But you haven't the time for such pleasantries. Sweeping the cream to the back of your mouth with your tongue, the cone's quickly disappears pass your lips. The ice cream drips and dribbles down your chin, creating suction between the pause you take between licks. Your coworker focuses intensely on the sneaks of the pink muscle lapping at the dessert, practically crushing their hands with their thighs. That foam hanging from their maw bubblish vigorously and glows a haunting blue as they hiss through their teeth. The machine begins to shake.
"Stick it out...."
You stick your tongue out, padding a little too hard against the cone. What's left of the scoop breaks off and runs down the back of your hand, caught by your mouth before it could hit the floor. You shutter as some misses and goes down your shirt. Your coworker doesn't have the dignity to try hiding the moan rippling through their worn throat. Their head rolls back as does their eyes, fog trailing into the air as they claw at their neck. The machine's lights flicker rapidly between red and green, melted ice cream overflowing the edge of the table and onto the floor disbursing through the pipes in thick, fluid streams.
"Yes- you absolute tease. I've waited to see this for so long. Always leaving right when things get good. You don't know how happy I get seeing you every during your breaks. You always look so upset, but then- you come to me..."
You force swallow the ice cream in your mouth, fighting the the ache traveling from jaw to your brain. You briefly tongue the crater left in the cone forgetting about your company momentarily. Realization snapping back, you bite around the shell and shovel it in your mouth once it able. Everything was sticky. Your face, hands, upper chest and mostly uniform.
Your coworker hops off the machine, making quick work of shoving your fingers in their mouth. The cavity and their tongue was wet and slick, but in a way it felt like putting your hand in a cooler with some kind of frozen serpant lying in wait. They clean your fingers in earnest, getting through each nook and even beneath your nails. Doing the same with your opposite, they finally suckle on the collar of your shirt as if to clean it just the same. Their teeth ghost a mark over your skin. You shove them off you.
"That's enough."
"For now." Your coworker surprises you with one more lick scoring the sticky mess staining your cheek. The tip of their tongue manages to hit your lips. With that same domestic flare, they grab the tail end of your apron and use it to wipe up the remaining slick, smiling as if they'd be waiting for you to come home from your busy life all day.
"I hope we see each other again soon. I mean we will, but maybe next time I'll put on something more... comfort. Take care, gorgeous."
Your coworker winks - wandering off towards the back with one lingering smile. They blow a kiss as their body dips behind the door.
"Hey, Y/n did you get the machine fixed?"
Your pants legs sag turning in the flood below. "When you think about it do we really need ice cream?"
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the real ones know the hermitcraft season 4 logfellas trial. (ive linked the wels pov) so what if wels (a prosecutor) switched places with phoenix (a defense attorney) and they were both forced to play the opposite role in a completely different court
check out this awesome fic my friend sky wrote based off this!
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Image 1: A doodle page of Welsknight from Hermitcraft and Phoenix Wright from Ace Attorney. In the middle of the page, the two characters stand next to each other. Wels, instead of his normal knight armor, wears a black suit and slacks over his chainmail while standing confidently with a hand on his hip. On the other hand, Phoenix stands next to him, dazed and nervous. The text between the two fullbodies reads "isekai'ed into each other's courts". Behind the two characters are comic-like cutouts of them close-up. Wels, hair slicked back and wearing a blue suit, holds a hand out as if shouting an objection. Phoenix, wearing Wels' helmet and cape, sweats in panic as an arrow lodges into the backboard just inches away from his face. In the bottom left and right corners, there are doodles of the two characters meeting each other's swapped assistants. Maya and Wels have a back and forth conversation, starting with Maya's speech bubble: "nice to meet you, new guy!" "thanks and uh, it's welsknight." "can i call you 'knight?'" "um, just wels is fine--" "okay, knight!" Wels has a speech bubble with an ellipses, unamused. Phoenix and Cubfan also have a conversation, starting with Phoenix's speech bubble: "but i'm not a prosecutor!" "it's fine, dude!! this is my first time in a court!" "huh? wait... have you passed the bar exam?" "the what?" Then, it cuts to a close-up of Phoenix's face, where he has an expression of disbelief. Cub says, "anyways, put on that helmet. they won't realize you're not whitelisted that way. (and it'll protect you from ren)". Phoenix thinks, "oh my god" in all bold letters.
Image 2: A follow-up shitpost picturing Phoenix and Wels' disbelief at each other's worlds. Phoenix is grabbing Cub by the shoulders in horror, shouting "fym murder is allowed as long as it's funny!?!" in all caps and italicized bold lettering. There is small text below Cub that reads, "cub has not told him about respawning". Wels is next to Maya looking at a photo of the victim, slightly shocked, saying, "oh... uh... that's a lot of blood...." while Maya looks at him in confusion. Wels continues in a drawing below, now appearing more distressed, saying "maybe this is one of those lore servers? where they have a blood plugin? yea surely... surely that's the reason..." To which Maya replies, holding a container of hair gel, "mr. knight can you please stop being insane and gel your hair into spikes?"
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