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tkthrilla-writes · 4 months

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Oh Way Down We Go

An Alastor x Host!Reader that is set in the early days of their contract making, set while reader is in college

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“The fucking audacity! I swear if there is even a God- somewhere! Anywhere!” she shouted and screamed, her hands holding tight onto the bars, “Get me out of here!” she continued to yell out in her jail cell.

“Shut up already!” the police officer just outside her cell barked back, having had enough of her tantrums.

“I don’t even know what the hell happened and why I am here! Just let me go!”

“Not until your papers have been processed missy!”

And with a sigh of exasperation, she hit her head against the bars, “great,” she wallowed out, “now my future is ruined.”

“It’s your own fault for being at the crime scene and not cooperating!”

“But I didn’t do anything! I don’t remember anything,” she continued to bang her head on the bars a couple more times before giving up and heading over to the semi clean corner of the jail cell that did not smell or stink of piss. Leaning her back against the wall, and sliding down to sit on the floor in exasperation.

She wasn’t sure how long she had stayed there, could’ve been minutes or hours, people passing by giving her smug looks as if she was the guilty one and she wasn’t getting away with it. All she knew is that this situation revolved around a murder, while she did have an idea as to who committed the murder, she was telling the truth on not know what happened. It’s not like she was awake or anything during the whole thing, and quite frankly, when Alastor takes over their body, he really takes over! While she does get an inkling as to what is happening, unlike Alastor who is there in the back of her head while she is in control, it’s as if she is in a deep sleep.

So you can imagine her ‘waking up’ in the middle of the street to police cars surrounding her, and cops pointing their guns at her while two people tried to drag her away and stuff her into the car! Her head was probably bruised because she was sure one of them knocked her head into the car door! And don’t get started on how they treated her in the interrogation room, literally only screaming and shouting right at her face for a murder that had just happened, five blocks away. She wasn’t anywhere near the scene of the crime! But no, she was the only one closest to the crime scene! It had to be her!

To top it all off, it was supposed to be her day today, and all she wanted to do was stay in and study! But nooooo, Alastor had to be a smartass and take over for the day, despite him know they have an exam in a couple weeks!

Why was she surrounded by idiots and assholes? All this demon was doing was making her life miserable, more so than it already was. With how badly he treats her, like a toy! Did she sell her soul to him? Sure she did. But he was supposed to help make her life better, not ruin it by sending her to prison!

At this point it started to feel like an eternity with how long and how board she had started to get. Till finally a cop showed up and actually started to open the cell, “Come on! You’re being bailed out!”

“Uh ok,” she said, pretty sure she looked dumb and stupid at the notion of her scrambling to get up from the floor, till she questioned, “by who?”

“By me,” a tall and tanned figure appeared in a white dress shirt and brown trousers to match. He wore only what she could describe as a very annoyed smile, his eyes showing no interest whatsoever, as if he would rather be doing anything else and be elsewhere rather than here. Which the feeling was mutual. “Come along… darling…” he held his smile, although that sounded a lot like a sneer. Ok now this guy was about to get on her nerves, but she wasn’t about to push her luck and miss a chance of freedom.

Dashing behind the tall gentleman while being sure to stick her tongue out at the cop, out of pettiness and extreme annoyance. Something the cop visibly reacted to what only could be described as the Beifong look of insult – you know the one.

The two kept silent as they both walked past the office booths full of police personnel, till they reached the reception area full of either visitors or people waiting to be transferred to a different department, more cops filtering in and out of the crowd while they we just two normal people walking out a building… well, almost normal.

The moment they had pasted the main door to go outside, down a couple of stairs, the ever so kind gentleman started to spazz for a second or two, “Uh you ok?” the human who had just got out what could be a prison sentence spoke up.

“Never better!” the gentleman replied annoyance becoming more evident the more his head started to twitch and bend to what should not have been humanly possible.

“Great! Now who are you and why’d you bail me out?! As far as I know I never made a call!” and so the tirade began, the frustration of today and what essentially could ruin an entire life still weighing down heavily.

“Must you be so dense darling?” darling having the main emphasis sounded quite condescending and quite frankly insulting, as the strangers smile started to grow even more annoyed.

“OI nobody calls me darling you creep, now come on answer my question!”

“Really? Nobody!” the man how just fizzled out into thin air, leaving the “darling” in question heavily confused, only finally clicking in a second later when a wave of immense exhaustion came crashing in, nearly knocking her down the stairs as her knees started to buckle. Luckily she caught herself just in time before taking a nasty fall to the head. Great! First jail time with a record and now a whopping hospital bill, what a great way to end the day!

“Al….” she sneered.

“Darling….” He sneered back.

“Since when could you come out of my body and look human you demon?”

“Since those of are the rules of contracts with mortal denizens who are ALIVE,” he placed great emphasis on the word alive, “only able to do so for a few minutes at a time and takes great energy to make it work.”

“And now we are both exhausted and have a don’t know how long walk back home! Something that could’ve been avoided if you didn’t take over today!” Starting to walk down the stairs and struggling to march over to the bus stop that was thankfully conveniently placed infront of the police station.

“Excuse you! Where is my ‘thank you?! I’m the one who got you out!”

“Right after you murdered someone and put me in there in the first place!”

“First of all I unfortunately take no credit in that, although the circumstances were quite humorous! Second, you should be thanking me for erasing records of your involvement and getting you out!”

“Wait you did what?”

“I will not repeat myself dear,” the hmpf in his speech could be heard at the end, making the dear host of the demon just be startled in confusion, climbing up the bus that had arrived and would take them hopefully close to home, paying for the ticket fare.

“Why?” she finally asked after a couple of seconds of silence hung in the air, having finally sat down on something relatively padded and resting for a bit. The exhaustion of Alastor entering her body after he took his human form was weighing more than heavy on her nearly making her pass out on her seat. Only thing that kept her awake was the conversation they were semi-having and the fact that this part of town was not familiar to her so she needed to be aware and pay attention to her surroundings outside of the bus.

“Well I did maul it over after the lad insulted the way we dressed, however there were witnesses and it was broad daylight. Oh the irony of someone else getting to murder him!”

“No I mean, why? As in why erase my records and get me out?”

“Well it would do me no good in having my host behind bars where we would be unable to roam free and cause chaos and madness.”

The pause was evident between the two, leaving them hung in silence. The sun shining bright creating shadows to pass by on the humans face, the tiredness kicking in and making her lean on the bus window. The vibrations from that were making the emerging headache bearable.

“Doesn’t change the fact that it was supposed to be my turn today. Why’d you take over I thought you said you had more important business to take over than make sure a human is peak condition and fit for hurting others,” the sadness hung heavy in what they said, especially after they thought this whole taking over randomly fiasco was over and they finally settled on a schedule.

“I was but business finished early, thought I’d drop by and take over after you mauled at those books of yours for hours. A nice stroll would’ve done you some good!”

“Stroll or hunt for victims?”

“…. Failure,” Alastor retorted, feeling both insulted and called out on his other agendas.

“Dead,” she countered, making a face as she realised she said that out loud of the mental conversation that they were having.

“How dare you?!” he cried in offence.

“I dare,” she retorted, removing her head from the window, the vibrations becoming too much and starting to make said headache get worse.

Alasator let out a Tsk at the sweet and daring audacity his darling host had.

“Thank you.”

“For what exactly?”

“I aint saying anything else! If anything you still owe me!” continuing on with their back and forth banter and shenanigans till they arrived home.

“Speaking of which,” his host started as soon as they returned back into the cramped-up dorm, it was just a small room with a bed, desk and bathroom, but it was cosy enough for one person – well… one person and their radio demon, who turned on the radio amidst the messy pile of books on the desk to fill the background with classic 1920’s music, “I thought you agreed on that schedule, thought I was finally going to have today, or do we need to fight again before we settle it,” the curtain on the window closed as clothes started to be flung all over the place, the human now more than ready to take a long shower to get rid of the smell of rotting hopes, crushed dreams and prison sweat.

“Honestly my dear how lowly do you think of me in this arrangement?”

“Just answer the question Al,” the exasperation could be heard with every word, now entering the bathroom and stopping to look into the mirror to see the dishevelled hair, bloodshot eyes, and dark circles getting darker if that was possible. Plus it was easier to talk to someone who is in your head when you can at least see another person.

“I do not know what to tell you or what it is you wisht o hear, this is my body after all, and you do not do a very good job at taking care of it –“

“You mean my body!”

“My contract, my host, my rules. Therefore, my body! You take these humanly affairs and books too seriously! It is good to pursue knowledge, I do encourage that! But what I do not encourage is this body of MINE to be in poor shape when it gets down to hell!” he continued, wispy and shadowed antlers starting to appear in the mirror, perfectly placed up on the head nearly like a thorny crown, radio static starting to fill the air and drown out the music playing in the background.

“Charming,” she says breaking eye contact with the person in the mirror in favour of getting in the shower. At least she can somewhat count on him to take care of her and get her out of prison before going straight to hell.

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issacballsac · 9 months

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“Being Apart of The Sk8 Crew„

Just rewatched Sk8 the infinity and now I wish I had friends so ! Gn reader

Joe | “I wanna marry your abs!”

Y’all would meet your first time at S

Obviously you’d be amazed by his skating and even if u don’t like men he’s hot as hell bro don’t lie

One of two things happens

You A. Run up to him and ask abt his skating techniques and such

Or B. He actually walks up to you to talk about your skating(only if ur good ofc💀)

He’s such a dad

If you’re younger than him he’s constantly trying to sound smart/give you wisdom

Sometimes it’s solid advice the other times it’s pure nonsense

If you like to cook/want to learn he’ll happily teach you

If not he’ll settle for a new taste tester

He would def make jokes all the time

Some genuinely funny

He expects you to laugh at all of them even if it wasn’t funny

He’d appreciate it if you didn’t cock block him like everyone else

Despite being quick to take off his shirt he’s very fashionable and takes pride in his looks obviously

If you ever needed fashion advice best go to him!

He’s a pretty laid back guy so you wouldn’t get into arguments often

Would love to skate everywhere but he’s like…got a job and responsibilities so..

Still a great dad friend to have

Honestly would care and worry over you if you got into some dumb shit so don’t do anything stupid and he won’t worry

Joe for the win🗣️‼️

Cherry/Kaoru | A.I. Advancement

You’d meet when he paid a visit to Joe’s restaurant

Ofc you knew of him bc he’s popular but you never MET Kaoru

You def walked in on their date arguing

It was so awkward u were jus like:🧍‍♂️

“Is this a bad time time to visit you?”

“Hey! Kaoru this is [ ], the kid I was talking about.”

“What a peculiar child to willingly hang around you.”

“Whatever you say, Pinky.”

He’s kinda weird with his whole AI stuff but other than that a great friend

Makes snarky comments with you

Unless ur too nice to make snide remarks

Constantly complains abt the angle of your turns

Unironically would show up at your parent teacher conferences(if you’re still in the lower schooling ofc)

Would never admit it but he loves each of his friends and would be genuinely concerned if anything happened

Shadow | Petty Clown

Oh when y’all met you wanted to throw hands

I imagine something similar to his introduction with Reki

Bro straight up threw an explosive in your face???(smoke bomb maybe but still)

He may be petty but you’re pettier(is that even a word?💀)

You found out he worked at a flower shop bc lets be FR he doesn’t look much different outside of S

Lil arguments here lil threats there and you leave with a nice assortment of flowers

Bro side eyes you EVERYTIME y’all cross paths at S😭

After the whole gang is assembled y’all no longer act this way towards one another

Bros the only responsible adult of this group

He def did your makeup once and you broke out the next day💀

“Are you sure you know what you’re doin’?”

“Trust me, kid.”

“I don’t know why but I don’t.”

You try and help him with his relationship endeavors but it never works out😭

He’ll go to the gym with you if you don’t wanna go alone

Gym bros‼️🗣️

Miya | Catty Child

This fucker

Y’all are quite the duo

Annoying ass mfs whenever and wherever you go

If you have any sort of pet it’s his pet now

Bros the animal whisperer

He’d have to be interested in your skating for y’all to become friends

So pretend ur decent or even amazing; however big ur delusion allows itself to be🫡

He’s smart but would invite you somewhere under the premise of studying just to goof around

If he needs a second player for his game bro is gonna drag your ass so y’all can play

Goes shopping with you just to complain about how everything is ugly in the stores

“That’s not cute, who thought selling this was a good idea?”

“Bitch—if you’re going to be negative the whole time go home‼️”

Reki | Redheaded Menace

If you thought you + Miya was a devious duo just imagine you and Reki

Y’all would prob meet second after you and Joe met

Bc he works at a skate shop

And you need skating stuff(you can tell I’m not a skater💀)

If you’re just a good skater and don’t know actual science and shit behind it he’s constantly telling you about it like you care

You guys cruise around together for fun

He made your current board and you’ll never get another one that’s not from him

You teach him any and all tricks/skills you know

Probably took you to his house to give you your current board bc he was working on it in his house and you met all of his family

His mom is just happy he’s got some friends

You become besties with his mom

She gossips abt news and celebrities with you

Claims ur like her other child(forget the rest of them👺)

Makes you lunch bc she’s nice like that

You let him ramble abt stuff he’s interested in even if you aren’t listening fully

Would silently beg you to stay back with him during the hot spring scavenge bc he’s scared

Forces you to watch horror movies with him bc he gets scared and needs someone else with him

Bro would be elated the whole day if you called him cool

Snow/Langa | Canadian Curiosity

Omg he’s Canadian?😦 Seize him!

Obviously being involved with S you would’ve heard of Snow but Reki would’ve introduced y’all before the big news

Bro would shove him in your face as if he’s a shiny trophy(at the beginning ofc)

“This is Langa! New guy from my class apparently he’s interested in skating.”

“Sick—he’s so pale.”

“He’s from Canada.”

“Oh.”

Bro is so oblivious it’s crazy

You gotta like SPELL IT OUT for him if you’re ever alluding to smth

Langa stays hungry and would go out to eat with you anytime

You and Reki would def help him decorate his room bc it’s…bland

It’s not bad but there’s no personality

He tells you abt his favourite dishes back in Canada and y’all try and locate any places in Japan that might sell smth similar

If not you guys attempt to make it yourselves at his house

His mom walks in on y’all ruining the kitchen💀

“Langa I’m…home.”

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey Langa’s Mom!”

Bro is a skating addict and will skate whenever and wherever

Wants to race you like at least twice every week

Loser pays for dinner

You help him with his reading and writing and if you didn’t already know he’d teach you English

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rrxnjun · 1 year

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annoying (derogatory). ldh

pairing: lee donghyuck x fem! reader genre: college au, halloween au | crack(?), fluff wc: 3k (2.920) warnings: too much alcohol, kind of rushed and very stupid a/n: i know its technically not halloween anymore but this idea came to me this morning and i just had to write it. haven't posted anything in a while and i missed writing a lot <3 also thank you @decembermoonskz and @yaesnovels for the help with this fic!

you arrive at a halloween party only to find out your biggest nightmare came true in real life: you accidentally wear matching couple outfits with your biggest enemy. or where annoying (derogatory) turns into annoying (affectionate).

Black skinny jeans, blue jean button-up, black shoes and a tacky black coat. Your eyes meet with none other than your main enemy, a shit-eating grin slowly creeping at his face making you freeze in your spot and arch your back like an angry cat when you realise a fact that is immediately confirmed by the snicker coming from behind your ear.

“Your couple costume is so good guys, didn’t know you were dating-”

“Jeno, shut the fuck up. You know damn well this is not a couple costume,” you mutter, not liking the fact that your friend is feeding into this situation.

“Oh,” Jeno blinks, faking a surprise, “but he’s Edward. And… you’re Bella… isn’t it a couple costume, then?” he asks, pouting, acting lost in thought.

“No, it’s not-”

“Just admit that you planned this all along, Y/N,” Donghyuck grins, “you wanted to match with me, obviously.”

“I did not! I didn’t even know you’re going as Edward. If I knew, I wouldn’t have gone as Bella, for fuck’s sake,” you mourn in agony, hating the Halloween party you were invited to already, solely for the fact that you’re accidentally wearing couple costumes with the guy you hate the most on this earth.

Lee Donghyuck has been on your death wishlist for as long as you’ve known him. His annoying (derogatory) attitude and the confidence he radiates was already a hint for you that you wouldn’t like him when you first met him at university, but it was only solidified on one sunny day when he made fun of your haircut. Yeah, it might have been a bad, terrible haircut– you can even admit that– but he really didn’t have to call you Dora the explorer every time he saw you at campus until your hair didn’t grow back. Yes, this was the exact situation that made you hate the guy more than you hate anything in this world. Some would say you’re petty. You just think you’re being reasonable.

“I talked about it in the groupchat!” Hyuck exclaims, referencing the Whatsapp group chat you’re both in because of mutual friends.

“Well, I have your number blocked so I don’t have to read your annoying messages every morning,” you snap, seeing Donghyuck only smile at your frustrated figure, making you more annoyed.

“I’ll have you know, Ryujin enjoys my good morning texts,” he smugly proclaims, shrugging.

“Yeah,” you nod, “because she lacks common sense,” you add, seeing the man in front of you snicker at your nasty remark, loving the sight of you all worked up and frustrated.

“Don’t be mean,” he says, “I thought that was my job. Or, at least, that’s what you told me when I called you Dora-”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, not this again,” you roll your eyes at him, not wanting to see the look on his face he always has when he teases you. “See? He’s being annoying again-” you turn around, wanting to find comfort in Jeno, only to realise he’s no longer watching over your little quarrel, but is standing in the corner of the room with his friends from class instead, drinking out of a small red cup.

Turning back around to see Donghyuck leaning on the kitchen counter, hands resting at the very top, you try hard to ignore the grin on his face. Catching him eyeing you from head to toe, you furrow your brows and shake your head in disapproval. “Stop staring at me, weirdo.”

“Just wanting to see if you’ve done a better job than me, that’s all.”

“Yeah, sure,” you sigh, walking over to the kitchen counter, looking for a cup that would contain something you’d enjoy drinking– because you can’t even smell vodka without wanting to physically carve your stomach out of your body (you’d call this reflex your bad flashbacks from war)– Donghyuck’s voice lands into your ear once again, possibly the effect of his figure standing so close to yours.

“Chill out already, would you? Let’s dance,” he says, pointing his chin towards the living room, resonating with roaring music and filled with various other people from your university, all dressed in costumes. A rumor has it that Johnny-- the host-- was kicking out everyone that came without one, and with how much this guy loves Halloween, you don't even try to doubt the information.

You huff, laughing at Hyuck's proposal. “I would rather die than to dance with you, Lee Donghyuck.”

Silence– well, to a certain extent, with the loud EDM music playing in the background– overtakes the two of you after your response, your eyes still searching through the sea of alcohol poured in various red cups over on the kitchen counter, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Do these people really not drink anything other than vodka and cheap beer? Sighing in disappointment, almost reaching for the beer– because everything’s better than vodka– a hand holding a single red cup comes into your rear point of vision, making you look up at your silent companion in confusion.

Taking the cup into your hand and sniffing, your eyes meet your supposed enemy, to which he expressionlessly says: “Rum and coke. I know vodka makes you puke.”

“Thanks,” you say, hesitantly taking a sip and averting your gaze from the male, taken aback by his sudden act of service.

“Will you dance with me now?”

Sighing, you shoot him a glance, seeing the shit-eating grin appearing on his face again, making your blood boil at unreachable heights. “I will kill you tonight, Hyuck.”

“We’ll see about that, spider monkey.”

“Oh, you two look amazing together-”

“We’re not a couple,” you cut off the stranger passing you by on your walk down the street, sighing to yourself.

A few drinks, screams at the top of your lungs on the dance floor and selfies in your Halloween costumes later, you two and another few friends– the most sober ones of the group– were sent on a McDonald’s run. You argued that you could just order pizza, or that you could just get Postmates, but Jisung got too drunk to remember how it works and insisted on you getting it personally, because, quote, the stranger could eat his chicken wings, and, well, Jeno can never say no to Jisung, so… here you are.

“Not gonna lie, dudes,” Mark says, laughing to himself, “the disgusted look on Y/N’s face every time she has to explain this to someone is the only thing keeping me going right now.”

“I’m glad that at least someone is having fun,” you mutter under your breath.

“Who said he was the only one? I am enjoying this,” Donghyuck snickers, walking by your side as if to annoy you even further. Every time his hand accidentally brushes against yours as you walk– because even though you’re the most sober of the group, the amount of rum and cokes you’ve drank tonight is still enough to make you walk a little to the side– makes you want to turn around on your heel and scream into an endless void full of your misery.

Every time you see the man next to you grin with his perfect pearly whites, the hairs on your arms stand up in nerves, your stomach feels funny and the pit on the very bottom of it only deepens. You’ve never felt this much frustration, annoyance and anger towards someone. Normally, you’re a pretty chill person– it’s just that Lee Donghyuck is a menace to society and to yourself twice as much.

Walking into the McDonald’s that’s luckily only a few streets away from Johnny��s house, you stand in line and wait for your turn to finally order the endless list of meals the group waiting back at the party managed to stick together. Looking around, seeing a long line of teenagers dressed in various costumes, you find a new sense of appreciation for humanity. Isn’t it funny how once a year, we dress as someone else for one day just because we feel like it? Humans are actually pretty cute, if you think about it.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost don’t notice Donghyuck talking to someone that’s standing behind him. His words blur in your tipsy mind, allowing yourself to relax for just a bit and calm down before you have to carry the bags with food down the street again, back to the party, when the words girlfriend and Bella startle you awake.

“Yeah, it took me so long to convince her to come as Bella, ‘cause she always refuses to watch the movies with me, but she loves me too much, so she finally agreed-”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Donghyuck?” you ask, not even having enough energy to scream at him anymore, just furrowing your brows in resignance.

“Don’t mind her, she gets a little grumpy when she’s drunk, right, sweetie?” Hyuck grins at you as he puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. The smell of his showergel mixed with the cologne he uses– strawberries and coconut with just a hint of pinewood– hits your nose, making you swim in a weird sense of comfort and jumpiness. You once told him he uses too much cologne. He joked that it was so you would notice him, but ever since, the smell of his cologne has become less prominent, the sweet mix of strawberries and coconut making itself more known to your nose every time he was close to you in any way.

“We’re not even dating…” you lock eyes with the stranger dressed like Batman as you sigh, seeing the confusion in his hooded eyes when they jump from your figure to Donghyuck’s close to each other in a comfortable embrace.

Standing in the line at McDonald’s, various grinning teenagers pointing towards you two and telling you what a cute couple you are, you grow tired of explaining to them that your matching costumes are a mere coincidence. And with Lee Donghyuck sabotaging your every attempt at getting it straight and telling everyone that you actually hate your supposed other half, it becomes impossible to spread your truth, and so you just eventually stop trying.

Drinking so much the world is spinning and you feel hot in your cheeks, talking in the kitchen with Jaemin, Jeno and (ignoring) Donghyuck, you feel like this evening couldn’t get any better. You see, you may sound like an alcoholic right now, but the more rum and coke you drink, the less you mind Hyuck’s annoying teasing and the bad music choices from the resident DJ Jungwoo. You asked him to play Pitbull twice. He refused both times, and if that’s not a sign of a bad DJ, you don’t know what is.

Laughing at a joke Jaemin made, you momentarily lock eyes with Hyuck before you jump up in surprise at a loud scream coming from behind your back.

“Bella! Where the hell have you been, loca?!”

Turning around, you see a tall man with a wig on, wearing the most ratchet outfit cut out of a 2009 movie– there was no doubt, this was none other than Xiao Dejun dressed as Jacob from Twilight. Laughing at the whole situation– because there’s nothing else you’re able to do now, after realising that the three of you accidentally wore the costumes of a love triangle without knowing the other’s intentions, you watch as the man replicates the scene from the movie and runs towards you to pick you up into a spinning hug.

“This is getting ridiculous,” you giggle when he puts you on the ground.

“Why? You didn’t plan this?” he asks, seemingly not knowing about the rivalry between you and Hyuck as his eyes dance from him to you, seeing you shake your head in disapproval.

“Don’t listen to him if he tries to tell you otherwise, but no, we did not plan this,” you laugh, seeing Dejun join you in the little moment of you slowly going crazy.

“Well, that’s just great, because that means I can drag you to the dancefloor without Edward here getting mad at me!” Dejun yelps as he physically drags you to the living room by your right hand, body swaying to the beat of the never-stopping EDM music playing through the speakers. You don’t really remember you and Dejun being this close, you only had a few classes with him last semester, but it seems that the alcohol level in your blood is no longer letting you have any barriers tonight. Eyes shortly switching to the kitchen– completely subconsciously, really– you notice Donghyuck staring at the two of you with a cold look, jaw clenched. It only adds to the costume of Edward, you’d say, since you don’t remember the man having any other expressions in the movie, but the sight of Hyuck looking like that makes you a little taken aback, since you’ve never seen him with this face before.

“Are you sure you two didn’t come together? ‘Cause Edward Cullen over there looks a little jealous, if I may say so myself,” Dejun screams into your ear, making you roll your eyes at the comment.

“Don’t mind him,” you shake your head, “we hate each other.”

Dejun’s eyes widen at your last sentence, surprise overtaking his features. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you snicker, “he called me Dora the explorer for two months after I got a really bad haircut, I can’t stand that guy,” you laugh, seeing Dejun only snicker as he takes your right hand and rises it towards the ceiling, urging you to twirl for him like a ballerina.

“Well, that’s understandable,” he laughs, “even I’d hate him for that, if I was in your place.”

When the song ends and Dejun finds another familiar face in the corner of the living room, you find yourself sitting on the abandoned sofa in the middle of the room, finally letting yourself take deep breaths and try to force your head to stop spinning. Fanning your face before you take off your statement Bella zip-up hoodie, you let your eyes rest for a moment as you notice the sharp pain in your left temple– the first sign that you’ve had enough alcohol for tonight. Telling yourself you’re only gonna stay until you don’t feel a bit better, you try to force your brain to not shut off, before a painful slap to your thigh startles you awake as the sofa dips next to you with the weight of another figure.

“You okay?” you hear the all too familiar voice of none other than tonight’s Edward Cullen. After so many hours of being around him, you don’t even hate it as much anymore– in the loud screaming of the evening, you’d even consider it a safe haven.

Humming in agreement as you nod, you notice his hand on your thigh lightly massaging the spot he slapped before, the touch of his hand burns your clothed skin, sending shivers down your spine. “You want some water?” he asks, but as you shake your head to say no, there’s not a single thought in your head as you focus on the motion of his fingers on your leg, thinking of how you’ve never seen him so caring before, making you believe that maybe if he wasn’t so annoying towards you, you wouldn’t hate him as much.

“Do you want to go home?” he asks again, making you want to curse at him for breaking the silence (well, not really, since the havoc is still happening and the music is still playing), but instead, you only hum and cover his hand on your thigh with your palm, not even thinking about your actions. The danger of drinking is that you never know when the drink you have is the last one that takes you over the edge of having fun to being absolutely fucking miserable, and you think that the one you had right before Dejun dragged you to the dance floor was exactly the one doing just that.

“In a bit. Want my head to stop spinning so much first,” you say, letting your head drop onto his shoulder, enjoying the calmness of the situation after the stress and loudness of the whole night.

The smell of strawberries and coconut overtakes the smell of alcohol lingering in the room, calming your senses and making you wonder why you never gave Hyuck a chance before. It’s not like he was wrong about the haircut, after all…

“I’m team Edward, just by the way,” Donghyuck mumbles into your ear, making you snicker. To think you were considering that he wasn’t so bad just a few seconds ago…

“You know, Hyuck, I’m starting to think you’re an actual vampire, with how you’re sucking out my energy the whole evening,” you mutter, hearing the boy laugh at your comment before his tone turns suggestive as he leans even closer to your ear.

“Maybe I can suck your neck instead, like an actual vampire, you know-”

Feeling hot in your cheeks from the comment that just escaped from between his lips, hating the way it made you feel all funny in your stomach, you sigh and move away from him, standing up from the sofa in urgency. “I’m actually going to kill you, you know-”

“Oh, come on,” he giggles, taking you by your hand and dragging you back down to the sofa, “sit for a bit and then I’ll walk you home, okay? I was only joking…” he says, seeing you roll your eyes, but your body slides deeper into the sofa cushions, getting comfortable. “Unless…?”

Yeah, never mind. Lee Donghyuck is still the most annoying (affectionate) human being you’ve ever met in your whole, entire life.

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miracles-and-butterflies · 3 months

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For @jacarandaaaas, based on the premise of “Julieta cooking with her daughters as a bonding exercise.”

Post rebuild, Julieta encourages her three girls to make arepas with her. Somewhere along the way it becomes a competition and chaos ensues. But she still loves them.

My Cooking Skills (do not run in the family)

“What? No!” Luisa jumped, already moving to block the doorway. “You aren’t coming in my kitchen, demon!”

Isabela snickered. Luisa getting way too aggressive in the kitchen was always amusing. She pushed at a bicep, with no success. “Come on, stand aside, sis. Papa said Mama wants to see me in here.”

“That’s weird, he said the same thing to me.” Luisa mumbled to herself. “I’m not falling for it.”

“Luisa, you don’t own the fucking kitchen.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a—”

“Oh, hi hermanas,” came Mirabel’s voice, having appeared just behind Isabela. She wasn’t paying too much attention to what they were doing, which explained why they hadn’t been immediately lectured for it. She was somehow walking while also keeping her attention on her embroidery ring. “Does Mama want to speak with you both, too?”

“Yep. But try telling chef Luisa that.”

“I’m not letting you in my kitchen, every time I do you ruin what I’m cooking.” Luisa snapped, crossing her arms. “Wait, so Mama does actually want to speak with all of us? Isabela wasn’t just lying?”

Isabela swat a handful of petals at her. “I’m starting to hope she doesn’t, just so I can annoy you.”

Luisa glared at her, Isabela happily glared back. She had missed this. Their little, petty rivalries from when they were younger.

Finally, their mother stepped over, tying up her apron. She smiled at her girls before realising that Isabela and Luisa were engaged in a staring contest. She cleared her throat, unceremoniously.

“Ha! You blinked, I won!” Isabela exclaimed.

“Luisa, let your sisters in.” Julieta called.

Luisa spluttered. “But Bela—”

“Is going to behave herself in the kitchen. Aren’t you, Isabelita?” She stopped her eldest as she passed Luisa, giving her a pointed look. Isabela mocked a look of offence before agreeing, though she did stick her tongue out at Luisa before taking a seat on the counter. “Why do I think I’ve called you three here today?”

“To tell us that you love us?” Isabela suggested, half-joking.

At the same time, Luisa winced, scratching the back of her head nervously. “To tell Isabela and I off for stealing a bottle of wine for our sleepover with Dolores last weekend.”

“I do love you, but that is not what I—” their mother stopped for a minute. They could almost see her hair getting greyer. “You three did what?”

“It was Isabela’s fault. She stole it.” Luisa accused.

“It was Dolores’ idea.” Isabela added.

She let out a heavy sigh, “We’ll talk about that with your cousin and Tía later. But, for now, I’ve brought you three in here to do some cooking with me.”

The idea was not met with much or any enthusiasm from the girls. Isabela rolled her eyes before suddenly smirking with mischief; Luisa initially lit up before realising what exactly it meant and deflated. Julieta was prepared for what drama it would be like having those two in the kitchen together.

The last time they had was when Isabela was six and Luisa was four, just after Mirabel’s birth. She had been hoping to spend some nice quality time with her daughters, so they didn’t feel too replaced with attention by the new baby. And it ended with a massive food fight, some inedible and flora filled obleas, and the pair of them being grounded for biting each other. A few months ago, she would have confidently said that they wouldn’t be like that now. Now? She wasn’t as confident and seriously doubted her judgement.

“That’s just great, Mama. Luisa was just telling me how much she loves it when I help her in the kitchen, weren’t you, sis?” Isabela prompted. Trying her best to lean on her taller sister.

“I will feed your cacti to a donkey.” Luisa said through gritted teeth, but kept the smile for her mother and nodded her head like she agreed. “Thank you, Mama, for this wonderful afternoon. I can’t wait to get started and cook with my two lovely sisters. Can I just ask, why are you making us do this?”

She chuckled, “Well, I just thought it would be nice for us to spend some together. And that some of us could put the embroidery down and socialise for a change.”

Her change in tone did have the wanted effect as Mirabel did look up from the bird she was sewing, glancing at the three of them in turn.

“I’m listening,” the girl insisted before immediately going back to her needle.

“Wrong move, little sis.” Isabela whispered under her breath. Just loud enough for Luisa, who found herself swallowing nervously, to give a hum of agreement.

Mirabel yelped when Julieta tore the thing from her hand. “You can have it back when we are finished,” their mother stated. She set on a shelf, well out of Mirabel’s reach, before directing her to go stand alongside her sisters. She walked off to go get aprons for the three before Mirabel could start her usual concerns about the risk of her embroidery getting ruined.

“Wait, what are we doing?” Mirabel asked her sisters.

“I don’t know, Mirabel, we’re in the kitchen. What do you think we’re doing? I think we’re gonna go swimming!” Isabela retorted.

“I know that, but what are we cooking is what I meant?” Mirabel corrected, huffing a little at Isabela’s childishness. She turned to Luisa, but she only offered her a shrug.

Julieta returned, tossing an apron to each of her girls. Isabela and Luisa both went for the same one and then squabbled about it for the next two minutes - it was Luisa’s usual apron, for she often helped Julieta in the kitchen, but Isabela was clearly just looking to stir the pot of Luisa’s baking anger. Finally, work done, she gave in and let Luisa have it, taking the remaining apron.

She didn’t attempt to let the three try agree on a recipe; she was well aware how that would go. So she herself chose to make arepas. It was something that they could all do. Luisa is just a good a cook as she was herself and would find it no bother, which meant she could potentially help one of her sisters while Julieta helped the other. Mirabel could cook, she was just very slow and pedantic - and couldn’t bring herself to deviate from instructions, ensuring everything looked picture perfect to the recipe book. And Isabela? Well… she was never allowed in the kitchen, so today would be interesting.

“Now, this isn’t a competition, so you can all take your time.” Julieta reminded.

Luisa nodded. “That’s fine. We all know mine are the best.”

“It’s going to be mine. Mine will win.” Isabela argued. She looked down at Luisa’s bowl. “Yours… I don’t even know what I’m looking at.”

“It’s the exact same as yours! Just a bowl full of corn meal and water!”

“You remember when Antonio was a baby and he was sick on Tío Félix’s shoulder that one time at dinner? Yeah, that’s what yours looks like.”

“Well, you’re not gonna have anything left if you keeping mixing it so hard. Stop splashing me!”

“You’re just jealous that I’m the fastest here.” Isabela scoffed. “I mean, look at Mirabel. Her bowl’s still empty.”

Mirabel clicked her tongue. “Unlike you two, I am following a recipe book and measuring out my ingredients. We are just cooking. It’s not a competition. And, even if it were, the taking part and having fun is what counts.”

“That’s what losers say.” Isabela and Luisa both muttered coincidentally. They both shared a high five before going back to mixing.

“Ay, don’t bully your sister.” Julieta said. “But Mirabel, you’ve measured the corn meal out several times now. It’s not going to have changed, mi amor, you can add it into your bowl.”

“But I’m not sure it is—”

“It is, Mirabel. I’ve told you twice.”

“Even if it isn’t, you can just add it, hermanita. It doesn’t matter.” Luisa piped up.

“It does matter! Everything in life matters.” Mirabel countered, as though Luisa saying that had shattered her entire world. She continued to mutter to herself as she began measuring again, just to be sure. “Even the smallest things matter. Every step, every word, every stitch, every grain—”

Isabela interrupted. “You’re still like seven small steps behind us, sis.”

Before anybody could say anything more, Isabela dumped her clump of dough onto the countertop with an audible splat.

“Okay, there’s no way that’s done.” Julieta chided.

“Look how wet it is— keep it on your side of the fucking counter!” Luisa demanded, shoving it aside, trying to shield her dough from any drops from Isabela’s tainted dough.

“It doesn’t really matter,” Isabela continued. “It’ll dry when it’s cooking.”

As they both began to shape their dough, nobody noticed the vines picking up the relatively empty jug of water and pouring it on Luisa. Most of it went her head, but a few drops landed on the counter, brushing against her dough.

“You look a little wet, Lulu.”

“Fuck you, Bela!”

“You wanna take this outside, brawn?”

“I will rip your arm out of its socket and then let’s see you try grow shit.”

“Luisa, Isabela! Behave yourselves. You aren’t children.” Julieta stared them down for a long minute, shaking her head. “No me importa la edad que tengas, igual te regañaré.”

Isabela and Luisa progressed in a very similar fashion. Occasional bickering and bragging about who was doing better, but they were getting through it a relatively decent pace. Julieta couldn’t tell whether or not Luisa was enjoying Isabela’s company, she seemed to flick from happily laughing or playing along to threatening Isabela with a rolling pin.

Julieta had taken the time to prepare various fillings for the girls, most of it had just been left overs from over the last few days.

“You’re doing shit, Bela.” Luisa chuckled to herself.

Julieta came over and corrected her daughter. “Just try doing it a little bit gentler. See? That’s much better.” She cast a glance at Luisa, who didn’t need help. “Don’t insult your sister. It is important to help and encourage people while they are cooking, you wouldn’t want to get in their head and make them think that they can’t cook.”

“Yeah, especially when they’re beside someone who is doing really well.” Luisa snarked, proudly.

Isabela poked a finger at one of Luisa’s arepas on the stove top, earning a disgruntled cry from her sister as she hurried to fix it. She, meanwhile, presented her final completed arepa to her mother.

Julieta blinked at the arepa. “Um, that isn’t—”

“I shaped mine into cacti.” Isabela explained.

“Isabela’s trying to go for the creative points because she can’t win on anything else.” Luisa cackled.

“Bitch, I will shove yours off the stove to the floor.”

Their mother quickly intervened stepping between the two. “No, nobody is touching the stove top. Isabela, here, let me show you how to cook them.”

“What do you mean how?” She asked. “I leave them and come back in an hour to eat them.”

Luisa burst out laughing. “If you want to burn them, then sure.”

“This is why you are meant to follow the instructions,” Mirabel’s voice rang, smug as anything.

“Sis, you have only just made it on to step four. You’re not better than me at anything—”

“I’m on step three, actually… which I am realising is not much better. Give me twenty minutes to think of a better comeback.”

“No, arepas don’t take that long. And you have to flip them, Isabela. You can’t leave them.” Julieta went on to explain. She managed to convince Luisa to step aside for a moment, so she could show Isabela what she needed to do.

The next few minutes had passed without anything of note. Isabela stopped mucking around long enough to at least attempt flipping her arepas. Luisa decided she was going to make a topping from scratch, just to show off her culinary skills. And Mirabel was slowly catching up to her sisters.

The enticing smell coming from the kitchen later prompted Agustín to come check how his girls were doing. Only to find them not in the kitchen and cooking like he expected. Isabela and Luisa were giggling in the dining room over three plates of (very different looking) arepas that Julieta had set down. Mirabel was cleaning dishes in the kitchen.

“Something smells good,” he commented.

“We’ve been cooking, Papí,” Luisa explained, happily learning back for a kiss on her forehead as he hugged her.

“You should try them. Tell us which one’s the best.” Isabela went on to add. While he stopped to give her a kiss in their embrace, she then whispered, “It’s going to be mine, but let’s not destroy Luisa’s ego too quickly. She’s very fragile.”

He chuckled before kissing Julieta on the lips. “No disasters this time?” He asked.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” she teased. “I’ll go get Mirabel.”

He settled into a seat on the other side of Isabela. “You two didn’t leave your little sister to clean your mess alone, did you?”

“She wanted to do it.” Isabela shrugged.

“We were kicked out for splashing each other again.” Luisa answered honestly.

Mirabel went for the chair the other side of Luisa, seeing as Julieta had taken the one on Agustín’s other side. But not before he gave her a quick pat on the hand - she wasn’t as physically affectionate as the other two, especially after getting caught in a collapsing building.

“Can you guess whose is whose?” Luisa inquired, gesturing to the three plates.

The plates weren’t their usual signature ones, instead just plain and white. Each with five arepas. The one on his left had them all set with a good helping of fried chorizo, some vegetables and spices. The middle were just set on the plate, off-shape and cooked to various levels, piled high with leftovers. The one on his right were all neatly aligned against one another, perfectly coloured and symmetrical, sprinkled with a few herbs and some small flowers as a garnish.

“Yours is the left - I’ve seen it on my breakfast plate before. Middle is Isa’s because she made it as different as humanly possible. Right is Mirabel’s because it looks like it came out of a fancy painting or something. She definitely wins for presentation.”

“Well, nobody told me to plate it like that!” Isabela slumped back into her chair.

Mirabel hummed, “I don’t have many skills, but I can make things look good. I wasn’t adventurous at all with mine, but I like my arepa con quesos plain. I’ll take the win; people do say you eat with your eyes.”

“Congratulations, Mira. You make a very pretty meal.” Luisa praised. “But the real factor is how good it tastes, so it doesn’t actually mean anything.”

“…When did you become so competitive?”

“Back when you were still twelve steps behind, keep up.”

The tasting of the dishes had gone as anyone would expect: Mirabel’s being good, simple and plain; Isabela’s being hardly edible but they got a good laugh out of it; Luisa’s were obviously the best of the lot and she bragged indefinitely about the win. Though it was later admitted that Luisa and Isabela had both tempered with each other’s arepas, so who could really say was the winner?

“So, what are you going to make next?”

“I think we’re done with cooking,” Julieta said. “Why don’t you take them to try one of your hobbies, mi vida?”

“Um, yes?” Isabela exclaimed, standing up. “I’d be so good with an axe.”

Luisa scoffed, leaning over to Mirabel. “How long do you think it would take for her to accidentally chop a finger off?”

“Who says that Pa will make us do carpentry anyways? He might have us do something more musical.” Mirabel challenged. “Which would be an instant win for me as you two can’t read sheet music or play instruments.”

As the three girls descended into playful bickering, Agustín pulled Julieta in for a hug.

“I love our girls.”

“I do, too.”

#encanto #my writing #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #the cold family #julieta x agustín

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njpuckbunny · 9 months

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thank god for thin walls

kellin quinn x reader

summary : will coworker and neighbor Kellin suppress his feelings for y/n for the rest of his life? or will the thin walls of their apartment spoil his plans?

warnings : p in v, smut, swear words, masturbation, inaccurate depiction of sex (dick outline in stomach), and everything that comes with sex!

BEEP

You groaned and rolled over as you pressed your alarm to silence. The stress of today would have to wait until another time to both you. In the meantime, you had to get ready for another long day of work. Usually, you had worked only on weekdays, but one of your coworkers needed to give up her shifts to you because she “NEEDED to go on vacation”.

whatever.

You knew that not being on vacation and being stuck with your least favorite coworker made you a little petty at her for her trip. As you threw on your clothes and required shirt, you got ready to stand at a desk and wait for men to mansplain guitars to you.

Great !

You pulled opened the blinds of your apartment to see the cloudy skies and rain soaked pavement. Making your way out the door, you saw your neighbor walking out of his door too. Kellin Quinn, your neighbor and coworker, was one of the few people you actually loathed. You never really knew why you hated him, you just did. Was is that he was loud and annoying? or the fact that his hair fell perfectly everytime he looked your way?

anyway.

You made your way down the stairs of the apartment complex with Kellin not far in front of you. You were just about to turn directions and head to your car until you heard Kellin snicker, “following me to work again y/n?”

You glared at him and scoffed, “you wish.” You felt that after being harassed by Kellin in the apartment parking lot, that you deserved breakfast. You drove down the street to your local Starbucks, a block away from your work. After pulling in and parking, you stood at the back of the store, noticing quite a backup in the store. It moved slower than you hoped it would, but you were still on schedule. Your order consisted of one iced blonde latte, a breakfast sandwich, and a cake pop. The barista had sandy blonde hair and he was certainly very friendly towards you. Deep down you hoped he would give you his number, but your flirting failed you today. Before you knew it, you were back in your car and on the way to work. The sound of

“morning…. oh,” kellin, your least favorite coworker, scratch that, least favorite person, spoke in a monotone voice to you, “thought you were someone else y/n.”

You decided to take no shit today and replied, “yea fuck you too,”

“Shitttt,” he exaggerated, “didn’t know you didn’t even get to sip your morning coffee yet.”

“Yea well I don’t see a fresh latte made for you do I,” You retorted.

Kellin scoffed, and before he could make his next comeback, Jackie, another female coworker of yours, asked for his help. To your knowledge, she needed help with restringing a guitar for a regular. You were a bit glad that he was occupied with another task so you could enjoy your coffee and help customers on your own. You couldn’t help but think how Jackie got a job at the guitar store if she couldn’t even restring a guitar by herself. But you didn’t really care. You turned around to check on her to see Kellin kneeling down in front of her, manually helping her with the task at hand. You couldn’t help and feel the jealousy bubbling in your stomach.

His calloused fingers slid across the fretboard, guiding the strings up the neck of the guitar. Kellin feels your gaze burning into the back of his head, but he can’t stop himself from staying frozen in the spot he’s crouched down in. He’s trying to explain in 200 different ways how to restring a guitar just to spend time away from the register.

Light rain drizzled outside which caused you to turn your back from Kellin to peer outside. A sigh of relief filled the quiet store, but no one paid any mind to it.

It was a sheer understatement to say you were infatuated with Kellin. Would you tell anyone? no. Do you secretly wish he would do something about it? yes. You thought about him everyday and every night. Sometimes, when he would bring over fuck buddies or women he picked up that night, you would hear his moans and breaths through the wall, wishing the next and final girl he brought home to make love to was you. But it never was. Thank god for thin walls.

With your brain stimulated from your previous thoughts, you could only process when you were off of work. A quick glance up to the clock had shown that you only had 25 more minutes left of your feet hurting. Then it was back to the relaxing comfort of your couch and netflix. You decided that you would rearrange the picks by color order and thickness, to waste the remaining time you had at work.

Kellin took the task of standing behind the counter while you started on your rearranging. Your focus was dwindling quickly with Kellin in front of you. The mask of hatred and annoyance was fighting with your true feelings of lust. Your mind couldn’t help but trail back to the grunts you heard emanating from Kellin’s room last week and the times before that. Snapped out of your thoughts by an alarm, you peeked over the counter to see a timer going off on Kellin’s phone for 7:30, your punch out time, which was coincidentally his too.

You made your way back over to the counter and reached below it to grab your stuff. With Kellin in the space with you, it was admittedly a little bit crowded. The tight space resulted in your hand brushing against his lower abdomen while you reached for your bag.

“sorry,” you managed to squeak out. Usually, you weren’t shy about bumping into people, but that close to his—-

His snicker interrupted your internal conversation while he walked out the back door. You rolled your eyes thinking nothing of it and made your way to your car.

The drive home wasn’t too bad, minus the rain and traffic the time had brought. It felt faster than the drive there or it could have been the eagerness to get home and relieve the sexual tension in your core.

The light rain was turning into heavy downpour and bringing a storm with it. Your car thankfully made it safely to your apartment complex and you were ready to take a shower to wash your dirty thoughts away. As you walked up the stairs to your floor, you heard some commotion going on. You weren’t able to pinpoint exactly where it was from, but it didn’t bother you.

You unlocked your door and sluggishly walked into your room. Your shower was pretty big, with marbled floors, and a glass door. The sound of the streams of water hitting the marble was relieving after being on your feet all day long. You slipped out of your clothes and stepped into the shower.

Your sigh filled the bathroom while you reached down to grab your shampoo. You squeezed the bottle in your hand and lathered it up, ready to put it in your hair. It felt so soothing as you massaged it through your scalp. You washed it out and brushed out your hair with a bit of conditioner.

As you stepped out of the shower and grabbed your towel, you heard some ruffling outside of your apartment again. You wiped your hand across the mirror to rub away some of the steam that appeared on it. You decided to forgo a bra, putting on a pair of underwear, sweatpants, and an oversized tee.

You sat in your bed, on your phone, waiting for a sign to go to bed.

A groan passed through the walls into your room.

“What the f-“ you were cut off by another moan that came from your neighbor.

You knew whose voice it was,but it scared you knowing that if Kellin was jacking off the day that your tension skyrocketed…. then you had a better chance of fucking him.

“Just like that y/n”

Excuse me?

Was he thinking about you, or just trying to fuck with your head, completely aware you were his neighbor. You decided to see for yourself as your adrenaline took over your instincts. The sound of bed squeaks made you think it was real, but purposely saying someone’s name who you KNEW they were your neighbor? didn't think so.

His door was already cracked and through it you could see his head thrown back and his chest heaving. One of his hands was over his mouth and the other was wrapped around his erection. To be fair, the size of it had surprised you. It surprised you so much to the fact that you had put your hand on the door and stepped ever so slightly that the door had creaked.

shit.

The sound of frantic movement under the covers and pants filled up the room.

He was the one who spoke first, “how long have you been standing there?”

“Since I decided that I wanted to know if you were actually imagining fucking me or if you were mentally fucking with me,” you retorted.

He didn’t look amused, just a little embarrassed and a lot annoyed. Under the covers he slipped his boxers back on before he walked over to you. Frozen with the fact of not knowing what was going to happen next, you stood right at the entrance of his room, still. One of his hands grabbed your waist and the other pushed the door behind you shut. The dim light of the room cast a shadow down on his face, illuminating every feature in front of you.

“Why are you such a brat,” he broke the silence and before you could reply he slammed his lips into yours. Since your arousal was building up since the second you saw him this morning, it was impossible for you not to moan into his mouth. The opportunity to slip his tongue into the kiss was taken with no hesitation.

His hands worked up and down your waist to your hips. It felt so good you thought it wasn’t going to get any better than this. Then it hit you that the sex part didn’t even start. With his hands on you, your hands naturally trailed from his face all the way down to his boxers. You hand stroked his abdomen and reached to clutch his erection. He broke away from the kiss and moved both of you to the edge of his bed.

With the back of his knees hitting the bed, you fell, straddling his waist. You pulled his boxers down and off of his legs as he scooted to the edge of his bed. Before you could drop down to your knees, Kellin grabbed your chin and tilted it to his gaze.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, sweetheart,” he assured you with glazed eyes.

You nodded and guaranteed that you wanted this. In simpler terms, you needed this and you needed him.

Your tongue worked to tease his tip, licking his slit and around his head. Kellin’s pants stuttered and breathy moans were heard by the whole complex, if anyone was listening. Your lips moved oh-so slightly down just over his head and your tongue worked the same movements with your lips over it. With no warning, your mouth engulfed his whole length. He groaned, louder than you moaning his name earlier and the pool of wetness in your panties grew bigger.

“You love my cock don’t you,” he praised, “it’s made just for your mouth.” Your mouth vibrated on his cock when you moaned, letting another whimper leave his mouth. His dick twitched in your mouth and you knew he was close. He stroked your hair and he let out a quiet warning, “I'm close baby.”

His hips gave one last jerk as your cheeks hollowed out and his semen soaked your throat. You pulled off of his cock, sucking every drop of his cum off of him.

“Such a good girl aren’t you,” he praised once again, obviously knowing it turned you on when you instinctively rubbed your thighs together. You saw him smirk and he pulled your waist in between his legs when you stood up. His eyes trailed up and down your body, taking your clothes into account, “Let’s get these off of you.” Slowly, he pulled your sweatpants down and your shirt off. Expecting a bra, he looked at you teasingly and shook his head.

“Shut up,” you retorted to his silent thoughts that were louder than he thought.

He saw your response as a challenge and replied quietly and enunciated , “make me, or I can do it myself.” He grabbed your waist again and pulled you on top of him. He flipped you over and slid his hands under your ass, pulling you up to his disheveled covers and pillows. He pulled his hands from under you and over to the top of your thighs. His hands dragged down to your knees, and parted them only to drag them down to your core again. His tongue flattened against your panties, licking a stripe against them, pressing the wetness of your heat. His lips laid open mouthed kisses above and around your panties, taking his time.

“Kellin,” you panted, “please do something.” He took your plea for contact by biting down on the top of your panties and pulling them down and off of you.

“Tell me what you need,” he looked up at you through his eyelashes, looking almost as desperate as you.

“I want your tongue,” you expressed breathlessly, “I want all of you Kellin.”

Without warning, Kellin licked roughly through your folds. Your head fell back, and your hips arched up. Kellin’s free hand pressed tenderly on your stomach, increasing the pleasure inside of you. His tongue worked your pussy, sucking and lapping at your lips. Only your moans and wet noises filled the room. Your breath hitched in your throat, ready for your release. “Mmm Kels I'm cumming,” you warned. His only response was to plunge his tongue further into you until you came into his mouth. Kellin swore that he could have came right there seeing you come only from the pleasure of his tongue. The whole time of him eating you out, his eyes were locked with yours. As he pulled away, the remnant cum and saliva circled his lips. You pulled his shoulders to yourself and sloppily kissed him, mixing all of your moisture together.

“Are you ready for me,” he asked, “I need to hear you say it angel.”

“I’m ready for you,” you breathed. You couldn’t take much longer of him not being inside of you.

He sensually slipped his cock inside of you, rhythmically penetrating you.

“Harder , please,” you whimpered.

He smirked, as if you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. You heard him fist fucking himself before, you knew how he liked it hard and rough.

“As you please,” he retorted.

Then, he went from rhythmic thrusts to unrelentless pounding his cock inside of you. His thumb on your hip reached down to stimulate your clit. You rocked your hips both into his hand and his cock. His other hand grabbed your neck and pulled your lips to his. He groaned inside of your mouth, eliciting you to squeeze his shaft inside of you. The thought of you making him vocal made you hornier than before. One of his hands slid down your chest, and fell around your stomach area, until it fell upon an outline in your stomach. His cock was so deep and long inside of you, the imprint was visible from your abdomen. Your climax was creeping up on you, faster than you wanted.

“Kellin i’m gonna— fuckkk,” you tried to make out, but your words seemed to fail you.

“Me too baby, uhuh me too,” thankfully he understood what you were saying, “where do you want me.”

“inside of me.”

Kellin was surprised at your request, but he didn’t mind it one bit. You released around his cock and latched onto his roots with your fingers before he came inside of you. Your panting came to a slow as you caught your breath on his bed, already seeming to form your cuddling position. He reached down and pulled a blanket over both of you.

As you drifted off to sleep with a man you would’ve punched 24 hours ago, you just had one thing on your mind.

Thank fuck for thin walls.

#emo #kellin quinn #kellin quinn x reader #sleeping with sirens #sws #sws imagine #kellin quinn imagine #2000s #emo bands #emo guys

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hanlixmin · 1 year

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You’re My Bro, Bro! || JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x GN Reader <3

Warnings: None, just an annoyed/mad JK

Summary: Y/N plays too much and Jungkook is sick of it😭

A/N: Was working the other night and thought of this on break LMFAOOOOOO enjoy!

P.S: i didn’t proofread this so if there’s mistakes, i’m sorry. pls read past them <3

If you could use only two words to describe your boyfriend right now, it would be “big mad.”

You have to admit though, you’ve been pushing his buttons all day. He thought it was funny to mess with you, so of course, being the lovely partner of him that you are, you had to return the favor.

Jungkook hated when you called him “bro”, “bruh”, “bestie” or anything else other than the cute pet names you called him. It actually made him so mad but you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of reaction you would get out of him.

When you were finally out of the shower, dressed to start the day. You knew Jungkook would already be in the living room watching tv or playing his video games. The perfect time to catch him off guard.

Walking up behind him, he’s playing the video games with taehyung and jimin on the headset. “Hey, bro. You hungry?” Placing a kiss on his head. It definitely did catch Jungkook off guard, causing him to pause his game and remove his headset. “What did you call me?” He looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed together. A laugh dared to come out of your mouth but you held it in well. “I said, babe you hungry?” He looked at you with an expression that said he didn’t believe you. “A little bit.” He said, dragging the sentence because he knows that’s not what you said.

You nodded and headed off to the kitchen, before making it there, you waited until he was in the process of putting his headphones on. “Okay, bro. I’ll make us something to eat.” You didn’t think he heard it, but he immediately ripped his headphones off. “I knew it. Don’t call me that!” He said, shouting from the living room. He wasn’t too mad, but you were sure he’d be getting there. “Call you what? You’re crazy.” You said, turning around to chuckle. With that, you heard his footsteps. “You think you’re funny?” He was not laughing or finding anything hilarious. He was genuinely mad. “Bro, calm down it’s okay.” The laugh you’ve been trying to hold just couldn’t be held in anymore. Jungkook stood there giving you the coldest and most blank stare he’s ever given you. Your laugh was starting to die down but you just couldn’t get over how mad he was over just a simple word. “It’s not funny, Y/N.” Oh, you struck a nerve in him. He never uses your first name. Before you could say anything, he walked back to the couch and got back on his game. He was sulking.

Part of you felt bad, but it was just a little meaningless joke. You’d make it up to him eventually but his reactions were just so funny. Deciding to make his favorite dish, you figured you’d apologize that way. When it was done, you carried both of your plates to the living room. “Here, it’s your favorite.” You stood in front of him blocking his game, instead of acknowledging you, he looked around and past you. Continuing to play his game. “See this is why you’re my bro, bro.” You didn’t even mumble it, because him ignoring you kind of irritated you. Even if you were the one being annoying, him ignoring you always felt like a low blow. “Stop saying that shit, Y/N.” He said, rolling his eyes. He grabbed his plate and ate.

Every time he called you by your first name, it sparked a new line of pettiness in you. “Why you mad though br-“ Before you could say it, he cut you off. He put his hand over your mouth. “Are you done yet?” His eyes were dark. He was not happy with you at all. Not wanting to take it any further, you finally let it go. “Yeah, it was just a little prank bro.” Jungkook slammed the plate down onto the coffee table and was about to get up. “I’m kidding baby, I’m done. I’m done.” You said, pulling him back onto the couch, planting kisses all over his face. “It was a joke. I promise I’m done.” He looked at you as if he was waiting for you to do it again. Jungkook was really not in the mood. “Are you?” He said, with a low and serious tone. You nodded. “Yes, I’m done. Please eat.” You said, wrapping your arms around him.

Once you guys finished eating, you sat there watching him playing his game. “Damn bro- just kidding babe!!You’re good at this.” He poked his tongue into his cheek. “Y/N, don’t start.” He said, and you nodded. “Fine.” You cuddled up against him and eventually fell asleep on his shoulder. As you drifted off, you thought about what other pranks you could do on him.

#bts jungkook #bts jung jungkook #bts jk #bts fanfic #jungkook #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x original character #jungkook x oc #jungkook x you #bts x y/n #bts reactions #bts x reader

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oopsitszuli · 2 years

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"You hate me, Right?" Julian Devorak x Gn!Reader.

Julian Devorak x reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers(kinda- more like enemies to friends...if y’all want I can make a pt. 2 )

Au: College au, Modern au.

Synopsis: When two med students find themselves arguing while studying for their final exam, will a new friendship blossom over the hours, or will their hatred solidify?

Authors Notes: You guys have no idea how much work i put into this fic....way longer then i probably needed too tbh. Oh well! all in the name of simping! Also Julian says- one thing in Czech and it roughly translates to “I’m going crazy.”

Also i know this isn't my normal content and i thank you all so much for putting up with my writers block and lack of activity. Also, as always, reblogs are appreciated!

Additional Need-to-Know's: (F/r) = favorite Restaurant.

Warnings: petty arguing, empty threats, mild cursing.

words: 3.5k

Pencils danced across paper quickly and with utmost precision. Jotting down every word that presented itself on the expansive page of a hefty medical textbook. Time was of the essence, and no matter what they did luck was seemingly never on (Y/n)’s side. This semester had already thoroughly kicked their ass with an unimaginable amount of work, tests, and internships. And on top of that, (Y/n)’s partner in their classes had been nothing but a pain in their side. Yes, he was smart, and when (Y/n) found themself in a rut he offered his help. But other than that the lanky ginger was nothing more than a….rival so to say.

The two argued constantly over answers, who got better grades, and who was more capable of a student. Practically anything and everything was grounds for an argument between the two. Which lead (Y/n) to this moment. Begrudgingly, (Y/n) had agreed to be the gingers studying partner seeing as their exams were less than two days away. Though despite that fact, their partner still had not decided to grace (Y/n) with his presence. Admittedly, at this point, (Y/n) was prepared to give up on waiting and gather their things so they could leave the noisy common area in favor of the quieter library. But as luck would have it, the moment they began to gather their belongings a familiar ginger stumbled into the room.

“I’m here! Sorry, my internship ran overtime again today!” Julian Devorak apologized hastily as he stumbled into the room. (Y/n) looked over at the man, still clad in his scrubs and arms full of numerous textbooks and notebooks. It was obvious he was exhausted, his already heavy eyebags were heavier than usual and he carried a large cup of coffee in his only free hand. Yet he was still here, which led (Y/n) to be slightly surprised. A sigh left their lips as Julian took a seat across from them.

“It’s fine. I assume there was traffic as well?” (Y/n) asked a slight annoyance in their tone. Quickly Julian picked up on their annoyance seeing as it was a usual feeling between the two students.

He only nodded in response, feeling as if it was unimportant in comparison to their upcoming medical final.

“All right. We left off on question fifteen right?” He asked quickly, flipping through one of his notebooks after he had situated his belongings. Quickly after finding the page he had taken the most previous notes on, he looked up at his study partner.

“Yeah….we should be further along…but someone has a habit of being late.” (Y/n) remarked snidely, casting a sideways glance at Julian. Julian let out an annoyed sigh, rolling up his long sleeves so they were out of his way. He ran his hand through his hair before taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down.

“Listen, I’m sorry I fell asleep yesterday and almost forgot about our study session. I was only twenty minutes late! And I needed to sleep. You know that It’s rare for me to get any sleep at all. I have insomnia after all! And you can’t say I don’t, I’ve shown you the diagnosis several times!” Julian worked quickly to defend himself. It wasn’t unusual for him and (Y/n) to be at each other’s throats. Yet at the current moment, it was obvious to the both of them that they had better things to do than argue over tardiness.

“And yet you still wanna be a doctor…” (Y/n) rolled their eyes, a teasing lip gracing their tone.

“Doctors can have insomnia as well! Ok? Listen- I’ll make it up to you later or something…can you just stop picking fights right now….we have work to do.” Julian scowled, his eyebrows furrowing from his growing irritation.

“Fine……I’ll stop ‘picking fights’……when you stop giving me excuses. You’re going to give yourself a headache trying to defend yourself! Anyways, Question fifteen…” (Y/n) cast their gaze away from Julian who threw his hands up in defeat. (Y/n) knew that his reasons weren’t excuses, they simply found it amusing to irritate him, and Julian was well aware of the game they were playing. Julian picked up a pencil to his right and listened intently to the question that (Y/n) had begun reading. Silently hoping that they’d be able to get through at least four questions without killing each other.

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“I swear to everything good in the world… Julian if you tell me I’m wrong again I’m going to slit your throat with my pencil.” (Y/n) glared across the table. Coffee cups surrounded the two students along with numerous empty water bottles. The two had been at work seemingly peacefully for the last six hours. And by now, the common room had grown to be empty, save for the few people still returning to their dorm rooms or leaving to attend their night classes. Between Julian and (Y/n) though, they relentlessly had decided to continue their studying binge despite it getting rather late. Unsurprisingly, the pair found their patience had grown thinner as the time had rolled on. Eventually, around the six-and-a-half-hour mark, the two inevitably found a question to pick a fight over.

“Oh, I’d like to see you try, short stack.” Julian glared right back. (Y/n) rolled their eyes at his response, sure the man was around 6’4 but they were sure they could do some damage if they tried.

“Shut the hell up, you abnormally tall idiot. Listen I know the answer is ‘A’. And just because you think I’m the dumb one doesn’t mean I’m going to listen to you try and explain your stupidity.” (Y/n) crossed their arms. Julian felt his eye twitch as he stared across the table at his classmate. He knew that they could be annoying but this was reaching new levels of insufferable. Tossing his pencil down on his notebook and leaning back in his chair, Julian let out a sigh.

“Fine. Explain to me why you think you’re right.”

Julian leaned his head back in defeat once again and prepared for a lecture he figured would lead to (Y/n) proving themself wrong. (Y/n) on the other hand smiled brightly, a chance to explain themselves like this rarely presented itself when the two of them were fighting. Silence befell them as (Y/n) flipped through the pages of their textbook. Julian picked his head up and looked over to (Y/n), catching himself off guard as he noticed the smile spread across their face.

‘Dammit.’

Julian quickly realized he was staring at (Y/n) and snapped his gaze away from them, pretending to notice something in his notebook.

“Here! Ok so on page 210, it says that if the patient has no report of injury or exposure to toxins but still has haptoglobin concentration and AST and ALT activities, their diagnosis should be Decreased activity of UDP glucuronosyltransferase. Which means that I was right, and the answer is ‘A’.” (Y/n) spoke confidently, their finger gently gliding over the page as they read. Julian’s eyes widened and he scrambled to flip through his textbook. Upon finding the page he silently read it over to himself.

They were right. (Y/n) was right.

“Oh.” Julian was flabbergasted. He was sure he knew the answer to this, yet here he was with a dumbfounded look across his face and a smug (Y/n) across the table from him.

“I- wha- huh- how the hell did I get this wrong?! I thought I knew this!” Julian practically shoved his nose into his book, scanning over the pages frantically. (Y/n) laughed softly.

“Dude, you’re probably hungry. It’s eleven-thirty and I don’t think either of us have eaten since lunch. Sometimes hunger can make you not think straight. Which is probably what happened….I’d be surprised if you really didn’t know this.” (Y/n) answered. Julian looked up from his textbook momentarily, then to the watch he wore on his wrist. They were right. It was rather late, and Julian’s lunch today was rather pathetic so it’s no surprise he would be hungry.

“Well we are too far into studying to stop, and I’m sure the dining hall is pretty much done for the night……Would you like me to order something and have it delivered?” Julian pondered, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his phone. The screen lit up to showcase numerous neglected messages, new and old, Julian simply ignored them again and looked back over to (Y/n).

“Sure….but I get to choose since I won!” (Y/n) perked up. Their smile radiating as they reveled in their victory. Julian internally cursed himself out as he felt his face begin to heat up. He shouldn’t feel this way. He knew he shouldn’t. (Y/n) was smug, cocky, too prideful for their own good, and yet Julian always found himself running right back to them in the end.

“Didn’t know it was a competition but ok…” Julian chuckled softly, opening the search engine on his phone.

“Everything is a competition Jules.” (Y/n) proclaimed. It was no secret that (Y/n) had a rather competitive nature, and Julian returned that energy. So Julian found no point in arguing against it.

As Julian processed the fact he would be paying for tonight's dinner, (Y/n) took a moment to further examine the man sitting before them. Sure they had known him and been around him for a while now, but every time (Y/n) looked at Julian they seemed to find something new to admire. Silently, they admired his thick lips and aquiline nose, features (Y/n) deemed as one of the ‘few’ attractive things about him.

(Y/n)’s victorious look quickly faded though as they noticed a pink tint had washed over Julian’s face after he noticed their staring. Snapping out of their haze, (Y/n) quickly looked away from Julian to avoid his now eminent gaze.

‘Is he blushing? no- he would never…he hates me! And I hate him……right?’

“Sure it is….now, what do you want to order?” Julian’s eyes studied (Y/n)’s features, shamelessly taking note of their carefully crafted jaw. He hated himself for it, but he knew he could spend the rest of his life studying their features. Their eyes, nose, lips, all the way to their jaw and the arch of their eyebrows. Everything about them he deemed enchanting, and that was the thing he hated the most about them.

How they enchanted him at every turn. And there was nothing he could do about it.

His attention returned to reality as he was met with (Y/n)’s fingers in his face. Snapping at him as they called his name.

“Earth to Julian! Wake up! Don’t fall asleep on me! I want food I don’t have to pay for!” They called. Gently he swatted their hand away from his face.

“I’m awake! I was just….thinking.” He spoke quickly, looking away from (Y/n).

“Julian, I know you zoned out again, you do it all the time! And don’t worry, I’m not mad, it’s completely normal.“ (Y/n) shrugged nonchalantly. Julian was surprised that they’d paid attention close enough to recall his habit of getting lost in a daydream. He was sure he had done his best to not let his mind wander while in class.

“Ah….Um. Have you decided on a place to order food?” Julian felt his stomach practically begin to do flips. Momentarily he wondered if it was butterflies before simply passing It off as his growing hunger.

“Actually, yes! I’m really craving food from (F/r)! And that’s the place down the road from here, the one that has the fish dish you like! I’m pretty sure they’re open 24 hours and deliver!” (Y/n) smiled. Julian’s jaw may have well dropped right there. They remembered his favorite thing to order….but why? What reason would (Y/n) have to memorize Julian’s order at some random restaurant.

“Yes, they are and they do. But why do you remember what I ordered there? We’ve only gotten food from there together once!” Julian questioned.

‘Ok, will you calm the hell down- They probably just also like the dish…it’s nothing special- dammit why does my chest feel tight?’

“Because we fought over your order! Remember, I recommended it to you and at the time you thought you were allergic to fish so you accused me of trying to kill you! It was a whole thing. Oh! Then a week later you learned you weren’t allergic to anything, you just had a really bad stomach flu.” (Y/n) explained, recalling the whole ordeal like it had only taken place a few days ago. Julian sunk back in his chair, he could feel his heart racing and he was sure this night was shaping up to be the death of him.

Without another word he simply handed his phone to (Y/n) allowing them to place the order since they knew what the both of them wanted. They worked quickly and after they were done (Y/n) carefully slid the phone back across the table.

“Done and done! App says it should be around fifteen minutes!” (Y/n) smiled brightly, relieved to finally be getting a meal. Julian ran his hand over his face, peaking at (Y/n) through the space between his fingers.

“….zblázním se.” Julian mumbled as he attempted to sink further into his chair.

“What the actual fuck did you just say? Also sit up, you’re gonna give yourself back problems. You’re a med student! You should know better!” (Y/n) examined the hunched-over ginger, lecturing him slightly as he hoisted himself back up in the chair.

“I said I’m going to go insane.” He mumbled while leaning forward and laying his head on the table. He knew he would probably get lectured once again but believed it was better than risking (Y/n) seeing the blush that had crept across his face.

“Understandable. I’d lose my mind if I was stuck in a room with myself for six hours as well.” (Y/n) sighed, taking their phone from their back pocket and checking the notifications that had popped up on their Lock Screen. Julian lifted his head up and finally sat in his chair normally.

“What?” His voice was serious, for seemingly the first time since they started this endeavor. (Y/n) looked at him, setting their phone to the side.

“What?” They responded, surprised by the serious tone that had replaced Julian’s usual carefree one.

“Do you think I said I was going insane because I’m sitting here with you?” Julian leaned forward slightly, eyes scanning over the person across from him.

“Well yeah….why else would you be going insane? You have to spend more time with me and you hate me.” (Y/n) responded in earnest. Julian sat speechless in the chair across from them. Did (Y/n) really think he hated them? Sure they bickered constantly but he never found himself hating them, truly Julian didn’t even believe he had the capacity to hate them.

“I don’t….” Julian stopped himself. Mind still attempting to process the fact that (Y/n) had believed for so long that Julian hated them. He watched as (Y/n)’s eyes widened, realizing what he was going to say.

“You don’t hate me?!” They blurted out, leaning on the table and locking eyes with Julian.

“No! I never did!” A laugh of disbelief fell from his lips.

“But we argue all the time!” They argued, trying to gauge if he was lying about not hating them or being honest. Leaning back in his chair Julian let out a loud, hearty, laugh. (Y/n)’s face was laced with disbelief, which only added to Julian’s laughing fit. After a moment, he collected himself, sitting up in his chair and smiling.

“That’s the best part of my day,” He said proudly. “Sure we argue a lot but I never did it out of hatred! We kick each other’s asses because we both know we can push each other to do better! And I love that. It’s nice to have someone who always keeps me on my toes.”

(Y/n) could feel their world practically crumbling around them. Everything they believed to be true about their relationship with Julian was wrong, and (Y/n) felt a new kind of fear creep up their spine. Sure they never hated him either, but the revelation that his feelings towards them were positive made (Y/n)’s mind go silent.

“Oh.” Is all they could muster as they looked across the table.

“Did you think I hated you?” Julian inquired, tilting his head to the side slightly. (Y/n) looked away from Julian, panic coursing through every vein in their body.

“I….guess I did,” they looked back to Julian. “I mean, it was just the easiest answer when I wondered why we argued so much. Sometimes I just…..assume people hate me. I know it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid! I do the same thing!!”

Julian and (Y/n)’s eyes locked once again. A silent revelation floated down on the two of them, like the first flurries of snow in winter. The silence between them was comforting, and the two looked at each other like they’d never seen another human being before in their life. If they weren’t interrupted by the sudden notification that rang on Julian’s phone, the two most likely would have sat there for another hour simply gazing at each other. Reluctantly, Julian looked away from (Y/n), his attention now on his phone.

“Ah. Our food is here. I’ll go get it!” He smiled brightly. Quickly standing from his chair and walking away from the table he and (Y/n) had made their own. Now alone, (Y/n) was left with a moment to process their thoughts.

‘Ok. What the fuck was that!?’

Their mind wasted no time in bolting down a tunnel of thoughts.

‘So he doesn’t hate you. The attractive, 6’4, caring, funny, smart, future doctor doesn’t hate you- hold on….attractive?!!?! Oh my god, I’m losing my mind! I am absolutely utterly hopeless! This is shit! this really is shit- what am I supposed to do now?!’

Pretending to distract themselves, (Y/n) reached for their phone, unlocking the device and simply staring at their Home Screen.

‘I could run away? Switch majors??? Greek mythology was always interesting-'

(Y/n) repeatedly tapped their phone against their forehead as they let out a groan.

‘Are you serious? Switch majors?! Don’t be dumb, no man is ever going to make you switch majors! Ok. Think logically….He doesn’t hate you, in fact now that I think about it he seems like too much of a softie to really hate anyone. Except for that Lucio guy from the government department….Dammit I’m being so judgmental right now-‘

(Y/n)’s eyes darted over to the left, catching sight of Julian standing across the room. He was chatting happily with the delivery driver as he finished paying. A smile spread across their face as Julian’s laugh rang through the common room.

‘Ok so he’s not the worst…which is like the bare minimum, but anyways- maybe, if I put behind the whole “I hate you hate me” thing….we could become real friends. He seems like a genuine guy…..yeah? Yeah! All right! Mind made up! Julian Devorak, you’re my next friendship target! For real this time!’

(Y/n) watched as Julian made his way back over to the table, a grin spreading across their face. The ginger took a seat across from them once again and found a clear space on the table to set down the bag of food.

“All right- yours is on the top and there should be a bottle of soda in there as well.” He began to rummage through the brown bag that held their food. (Y/n) watched as he handed them a take-out container full of their meal, carefully taking it from him and clearing a spot on the table to set it.

“So Julian! Who’s your favorite musician?” (Y/n) asked while taking the bottle of soda Julian handed them. They watched as Julian’s eyebrow raised, clearly, they’d caught him off guard with their sudden intrigue.

“Oh Um….not sure. Depends on the week. Right now I really like Pat Benatar…last week though I was listening to Beach weather. Why?” He responded as he crumpled up the paper bag and tossed it into a nearby trash can.

“Dunno. Also that’s surprising! You look like one of those guys who listens to sea shanties religiously!” (Y/n) teased, holding back a laugh as Julian’s smile dropped.

“Ok don’t shit on sea shanties. They go harder than they should.” Julian smirked. (Y/n) stifled a laugh, watching as Julian rolled his eyes.

“Roll your eyes all you want, just know that from now on every time I see you I’m going to play sea shanties as loud as I can.” (Y/n) threatened. Julian faked a gasp before reaching across the table and gently flicking the center of (Y/n)’s forehead.

“Ow! What was that for?!” (Y/n) swatted away his hand quickly, shooting a glare at Julian as they did. Julian chuckled as he pulled his hand away, his smirk solidified as he shrugged.

“Equivalent exchange. You threaten to play sea shanties, I flick your forehead. It’s fair.” Julian smiled, finally beginning to pick at his food. (Y/n) let out a chuckle, a devious smile creeping across their face.

“Oh, I’m going to make your life even more of a living hell now.” They proclaimed, prodding the air in front of them with the plastic utensil that came with their meal. Julian looked up from his plate of food.

For a moment a glimpse of hope flickered across his eyes like he was happy that (Y/n) intended on solidifying themselves in his life.

“You better keep that promise.”

“I keep all of my promises.”

#julian devorak x reader #the arcana fanfic #julian devorak x mc #julian devorak #julian devorak x apprentice #Zuli posts??

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fancyfearful · 11 months

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Forgive me fandom, for I have sinned...

I’ve been antagonized by my own creative mind for a few days now, and have finally clawed my way out from out from the depths of Writer’s Block Hell™ to curse present y’all with a quick-fic based off of this post from

@itsmattibad !

Obligatory Disclaimers: Copywritten characters belong to their respective creators, the artwork/’prompt’ belongs to @itsmattibad, and this work of fiction is NOT to be consumed by minors/anyone under the age of 18 years old! This fic isn’t explicit, but it IS suggestive, so minors be gone.

I also have limited knowledge on MHA in general (mostly cause I watched only 1 season of it, rip) but I couldn’t break free of the chokehold this man had on me, so my bad if this is an OOC take! I also haven’t written ‘traditional fanfiction’ in like...months...years? It’s been a while >.>; Anyways, enjoy!

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9:45AM.

That was the time you were supposed to clock in for work. 9:45am, and not one minute later. It was just enough time for you to grab a small snack, a quick cup of coffee, and rest your legs for a bit.

And given how empty the coffee shop looked at this moment, it seemed like luck was on your side. You'd be in and out of the building with a few minutes to spare.

Unfortunately, the neutral expression on your face switched to a frown when you noticed who was working today. You didn't know his name, and it didn't help that you never caught him wearing a nametag either, but of all the people to be behind the register looking at their phone, it was your least favorite barista.

You recognized the combination of bright blue eyes, shiny piercings, and messy, unkept, white hair right away and it took everything you had not to let out an irritated sigh as you approached the register. He tried hitting on you a few weeks ago, and after you had turned him down, he went out of his way to make sure that your order was messed up in one way, or another, every time that he happened to be working.

And even though the other baristas fixed your orders without any problems, having to repeatedly go back to them in the first place was still annoying to begin with.

He was obnoxious, overbearing, and unnecessarily petty over being rejected by some random woman he didn't even know personally. Hell, he couldn't even pronounce your name properly the first time he tried to call it out for your order. But this was the closest coffee shop to your workplace, so as long as you showed up here early, you could afford to take an extra few minutes to correct your order on the off chance he was working.

Several seconds pass while you wait for him to finally notice you standing there, but you really don’t have the patience for something like this. So, after clearing your throat loudly to get his attention, he finally looks up from his damn phone.

He chuckles a little, and given the smug expression on his face, he recognizes you instantly.

“Well, look who it is! How’s it go-”

“I’ll have a bran muffin, and my usual drink order. Extra foam on top.” You say, quickly cutting him off. You really didn’t want to drag this out any longer than necessary, and had pulled out a few bills from your wallet to put down onto the counter before he could even give you your total.

“Is the extra change supposed to be a tip? That’s real generous of you. And here I thought you didn’t like me...” the bastard barista comments, sounding pleasantly surprised.

It takes everything you have to stop yourself from either cursing him out or straight up leave the shop entirely.

“Look, I really, really don’t have the time for this, okay? I have somewhere important to be, so if you want to keep the change, keep it.” You reply, trying your best to sound calm. Maybe he couldn’t tell that you were annoyed with his bullshit already…or maybe he did know and simply didn’t care.

All things considered, the second option seemed more likely.

“You know, I think I could get used to this. Having you walk in here, and send a few extra coins my way is definitely a good way to start a shift.” the white-haired weirdo replies, all while punching your order into the register before swiping your money up from off of the counter.

“You’ll probably spend the money on something stupid anyway.” You grumble, hoping he doesn’t hear your snide comment.

“Does a date with you count as something stupid?”

“I’m still not interested, and if you ask me again, then I’m going to-”

“Alright, alright, there’s no need to get anyone’s boss involved, so I’ll drop it. These piercings don’t pay for themselves, so I actually have to keep this job. Here, I’ll even toss in an extra muffin.” the white-haired barista says before handing over your items.

You quickly take the bagged muffins and your drink from him without another word, but you notice something different about him in that instant. The jerk is actually wearing his nametag this time, although you could’ve sworn that he didn’t have it on when you first walked in here. You hadn’t given it much thought before, but somehow the name ‘Dabi’ seemed fitting.

After turning around, you make your way towards the nearest table and place your items down before looking down at your drink with a frustrated sigh.

Of course he forgot the extra foam. In fact, your drink didn’t have any foam on it at all.

You roll your eyes, carrying your drink back over to the register to find the petty barista, Dabi, casually messing around with his phone again instead of doing anything productive.

“Excuse me, there’s no foam in this, and I asked for extra foam earlier.”

“Oh? My apologies, miss. Here, let me fix that for you.” Dabi replies, his tone clearly mocking you.

And that tone makes you instantly regret voicing your complaint to begin with.

But before you know it, your drink is plucked out from your hands, and carried away to be ‘fixed’. You aren’t entirely sure what Dabi has in store for your order this time, but it can’t be anything good.

“Here you go, all fixed up. I think I’ve really outdone myself this time.” He says proudly, still holding your drink as you glance over to see what he’s talking about.

The crude foam art is easy to recognize, and the moment you frown, Dabi chuckles.

It’s a drawing of a dick. And a well designed, lengthy one at that.

You’re equal parts annoyed and impressed by his handiwork, but before you get the chance to complain, he pulls the cup far away from you again.

“Wait, I almost forgot the extra foam...”

Without breaking eye contact, he opens his mouth and lets his pierced tongue hover over your drink. A trickle of saliva slides down towards the tip of it, and you can only watch in shock as Dabi uses a strand of his own spit to add a finishing touch to his own masterpiece; a thin, but noticeable line is drawn through the foam and it makes it look like the cock in your coffee is blowing it’s load.

The sane part of your brain is telling you to look away in disgust, but truth be told, you’re so baffled by the boldness of his actions that you still can’t believe that this is actually happening. This had to be some sort of weird dream, or a really messed up prank. How the hell was this guy still employed?

Noting your shocked expression, the white-haired barista snickers before casually giving your newly decorated drink back to you.

“There you go, exactly what you asked for. Oh, and try not to burn yourself while taking a sip. Drinks that hot can be dangerous.” He says smugly, only to quickly turn around and make his way towards a room labeled ‘Employees Only’.

You stare at the drink in front of you, still trying to process everything that’s happened within the past 10 minutes before the sound of an opening and closing door startles you. Another customer has entered the coffee shop, looking impatient and grumpy; they probably needed something more than you did, and you didn’t want to hold up the line, or get tin their way.

Grabbing your drink, you quickly mumble an apology before making your way back to the table that you picked out earlier, and the moment you sit down, you can’t help but curiously look over the detailed foam art on your beverage again.

And by the time Dabi finally returns from the ‘Employee’s Only’ room to help the grumpy guest in line, he glances over just in time to catch you hesitantly raising the cup to your lips.

#fanfic post #fanfic #mha fanfic #touya todoroki #touya dabi todaroki #mha dabi #dabi #damn i really wrote mha fanfic huh?#the 3 followers i have are gonna be so confused #minors dont read #minors dont look #dabi x reader #mha coffee shop au

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f0point5 · 1 month

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I really hope that prior anon that said this felt like a safe spot to talk, didn't feel 😬 after the more angry anon came over to talk.

I'm pretty sure only 2 or so anons had explicitly said Charles' name, so it isn't like everyone was just attacking him. The original anon just said their personal opinion and it wasn't as nearly as rude as the response from the Charles fan.

I was the one that was happy for Carlos - so maybe that made them more irritated because I sent that in before seeing the original ask. 😮‍💨

Yeah I hope so too!

I try to create a safe space but I don’t generally like blocking people because I’m a petty little shit and as much as I don’t go out of my way to interact with things that don’t serve me when it’s in my inbox I do feel compelled to protect my corner.

I try to be a safe person but I can’t speak for the inbox 😂 I think since I’ve had the blog I’ve only deleted six asks for being batshit.

Haha dw about it, I will always enjoy Carlos’s rep era because he annoyed the living shit out of me last year but since the Ferrari announcement he has manned up in the way he’s going about his business and I will never not commend him for making me like him lol

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terraliensvent · 2 months

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You seem like a really non-biased and heartfelt person running this blog. I appreciate your honesty with every reply, it’s very commendable.

My time in the terra server has been confusing to say the least. I thoroughly enjoy it, and yet at least once a day something that strikes as off putting will happen. I am not one to vent, nor post on blogs like this, but, with the trial mods out there’s something on my mind that I just can no longer hold within. I am beyond, overly uncomfortable with Xiao being a trial mod.

This make strike weirdly, but I don’t seem them as a face, nor representative of how Terras should be. They are cold, unemotional, biased, and overall picky. They ignore you when they feel like it (and, apologies if I am misgendering, I do not know their pronouns at the time), and only talk to their friends; the staff, or anyone with “good art”.

It sucks? Because, I wanted to be their friend and they ultimately shoved me away. Maybe I am a little petty, but I just do not find their presence as a trial mod welcoming. It honestly makes me feel a little, no, very afraid to talk.

So, I’d like to know your opinion? On Xiao? What should I do? Can I even do anything??

i really appreciate the kind words anon, i try my best to give my genuine viewpoints, as i think a lot of owners of blogs like these can be too disconnected from their topic and it feels out of touch imo

on to the topic at hamd

i dont interact much in the server on a personal level anymore after the whole blowout with architechals, but what i will say is that i am never really too fond of the picks for staff

i wanna use bear and pokii as an example, since during that situation in the callout thread, they were incredibly heinous toward former mod milo (who i actually really liked, they were super down to earth and friendly), and that combined with the behavior exhibited by bear toward ponyzilla, like how can you clearly copy a design you offered on in the past and act like theres no similarity whatsoever

anyways

i dont know much about xiao (besides the fact i have them blocked lol, i guess they annoyed me at some point) but if your character assessment is true to your experience then i think thats pretty on par with how terra staff is in general. cliquey, disconnected, and cold unless youre someone they want to be associated with for clout.

for you specifically anon, id say keep talking how you want to, xiao seems like a person who really isnt the best to be friends with in your case, and if you find yourself being cut off or talked over or pushed aside by them in the public chat, i would politely but sternly point it out. people really love to ignore stuff like that in terras because you arent one of the elite staff members who everyone wants to talk to, but you deserve respect as well.

so in short, maybe stop trying to be friends with xiao and focus more on the friendships youre already cultivating, and dont be afraid to stick up for yourself if you feel yourself being pushed away from public spaces. terras has a lot of mob mentality and often will let things slide in fear of rocking the boat. if you feel yourself being unwelcomed by a member of staff, stand your ground and collect screenshots. if you get brushed aside, it just helps you build more of a case in the event that it becomes too overwhelming to even be in the same spaces as them

#closed species vent #terralien #closed species #terraliens #vent

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rubykgrant · 1 year

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(beginning of the Wash interview with Andrews~)

Andrews noticed that when it was Wash’s turn, he entered with a note of laughter in his voice; evidently having some conversation outside of the interview room with his friends, which had clearly been amusing. She wondered just what it could be...

“Sounds like the rest of the gang are being their usual charming selves out there,”

“Yeah, haha, yeah- Simmons and Doc have been doing this thing where they say I need a password to get in a room, and there isn’t an actual password, so they try to block the door-” Wash began to explain.

“Wait, they were trying to stop you from coming?” she asked, suddenly confused and worried.

“No, I mean, not REALLY. It’s their way of teasing me about the- um, the time I was a little bit extreme… and sort of being everybody’s problem…” Wash sounded somewhat sheepish now, but not especially unhappy.

“Oh. You mean the incident with you and… the former Agent Maine and the Meta, trying to locate Epsilon,” Andrews finished. She hoped she had described it properly, not too blunt.

“Mm-hmm. The guys call that my ‘Villain Moment’. The thing is, they’ve sort of been avoiding the subject for- a couple years, wow, and so have I. When Simmons and Doc started teasing me, it wasn’t because they were suddenly mad at me all over again, it was because they’re not AFRAID of me anymore. I mean, these guys spent a long time together in a canyon trying to shoot at each other, remember?” Andrews nodded as Wash paused. “Right, and they treat that whole thing like it was just a funny misunderstanding, and they still joke about Red Team VS Blue Team, even though it doesn’t matter. So, they tell me I need a password for the bathroom or the kitchen, and say ‘access denied’ when I don’t know it, then I just shove my way though, and we laugh about it. They even check with me and make sure I’m OK with it, so they don’t go too far, y’know?”

“That’s good. And you’re right, it sounds like they aren’t trying to be mean. Especially if they’re actually being considerate about how it makes you feel,” Andrews said.

“Honestly, I think we’re all trying to be more considerate about… certain subjects. It’s just hard for some of us to admit that,” Wash tipped his helmet to one side, nodding in the general direction outside the room.

“Ah. Perhaps some people, who are used to giving orders and insults on a regular basis, find it difficult to try a softer touch?” she gave a small nod herself; same direction. Same implied person.

“It is really REALLY hard for him to back off Grif and the Blues. But he’s trying. Like I said, we all are. Besides, teasing me about non-existent passwords is small potatoes. Tucker warned me that Simmons can actually be VERY petty and vindictive, I’m lucky he never tried to retaliate back when I was still kind of fresh from my Villain Moment. Also, Doc might call himself a pacifist, but he knows exactly how to annoy me, I kept getting tricked into distracting conversations with him DURING the Villain Moment. Now we’re actually friends, and they’re definitely not afraid of me any more, so this is weirdly their way of forgiving me… and Carolina thinks it’s SO funny to watch them bully me, she just laughs and laughs, like it’s- oh, wait! I almost forgot!”

Wash suddenly stood up and rushed back over to the door. He opened it, stuck his head and one arm through, said something to the others out there, and then returned to his seat in front of Andrews; now holding a folder full of various pages. Some of them looked like printed copies, official documents and records… but most of it was hand-written notes, some scribbled on lined paper, as if from a journal.

“I’ve been making notes of all the things I wanted to tell you about! Like, like Triplets, and being split-up on Chorus, and figuring out I was in a paradox, all that, I didn’t want to forget anything- I’ve got some pretty good meds now that help me stay in the moment, but sometimes I lose my train of thought or get a little confused about the order of certain events, like the other day I almost thought I had Epsilon with me longer during Project Freelancer, but I was combining the memories I spent with him looking for the Director and when he came back on Chorus, and it was WEIRD because in my head it was totally different than what actually happened, but it seemed to make sense because I knew that I knew Epsilon, but it wasn’t during Freelancer- dang it! See, this is why I need to focus!” Wash took a deep breath, seemed to gather his thoughts internally, and then began speaking calmly. In fact, he now had an almost analytical tone (the opposite of hint of laughter he started with).

“When I mentioned Carolina thinking it was funny, watching the guys tease me- that’s because it’s a little like how things were during Project Freelancer. I have a lot of things I want to talk about, what it’s been like making friends with the Reds and Blues, losing the friends I had before, What happened with Epsilon, Maine, and the Meta, what they all mean to me… but I really want to begin with things that happened during Project Freelancer,”

#red vs blue #rvb #rvb fic

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phatburd · 4 months

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violence!: 4, 14, 22

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

If we’re talking about my most recent block, it was on Reddit where the dude tried to argue gender essentialism at me. Basically, he asserted that my call to write women like people was bullshit and that women should be written like women (weak and helpless). Yeah, I did not and do not have the emotional bandwidth to deal with that shit.

Even better though, when other people in the thread brought up Ellen Ripley as an example of where a role was originally written for a man but Sigourney Weaver was cast instead. The dude then stated he had never watched any of the Alien movies, but he read the Wikipedia article on Ripley and assumed she must be a boring and poorly written character because she was a woman.

Yeah, dude … delete your fucking account. All of your accounts, everywhere.

Tumblr blocks? Yeah, it was the Nth blog that posted the TOG van speech verbatim and declared JoeNicky to be the most perfect thing ever. Went into the blog, found their AO3, blocked that, then blocked their Tumblr. Because clearly this person and I have nothing to say to each other, and I’m tired and I get petty when I’m tired.

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

Making the bottom in an m/m ship extremely feminized, sometimes straight up infantilized. This isn’t to say there aren’t feminine gay dudes in RL, because there are. I’m talking about fan works.

I don’t know if it’s out of ignorance, sexism, misogyny, or just boring-ass heteronormativity, this idea that someone has to be the “girl” in a same-sex pairing. And every time I see it, I’m reminded of this little cartoon:

I don’t really get top/bottom discourse and especially the need to assign specific personality traits to the top or the bottom. It was something I set out to not do in my m/m Bessimu fics. I wanted to write them as equals, and I think I succeeded.

(FWIW, I see Bessimu as both being switches, because that’s more fun. I also find it hot to write Bessières as a power bottom dom and Murat as the submissive service top, and it’s not what one would expect when judging them by their public personas.)

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

From The Old Guard? Those three and a half thousand years that Andy spent alone as the only immortal on the planet (as far as anyone knows).

I’ve been wanting to explore that period and, yes, it’s fucking intimidating. Historical documentation is more miss than hit once you start going back to certain points in human history.

Three and a half thousand years is a really fucking long time. What did Andy do, where did she go? What did she see? There’s a lot of potential to mine there, and maybe I’ll do it someday.

For the Napoleonics? Joseph Fouché is a fucking amoral bastard, but I think people forget he tried to save Marshal Ney. Ney, being Ney, was either politically naive, stubborn, and/or he just wanted to fucking die already when he refused Fouché’s offer of fake papers and an passport to sneak out of France in the aftermath of Napoleon’s second abdication.

(I’ve also read that Laurent de Gouvion St. Cyr was the one who offered the passport and papers, so take the above with the proverbial grain of salt. St. Cyr did vote for exile in the final trial, which lends weight to that too.)

I also have a shitload of question marks around Bessières’ final years and the way it gets treated by academics, but that may be better off in a post of its own.

For Star Trek ... no one ever really talks about what kind of influence Sisko might have had on the Bajorans other than just being the Emissary/Space Jesus. Like, did baseball become a national sport and baseball leagues spring up all over the planet? Is there ticky-tacky Emissary merchandise one can purchase, like humans have in real life of the Pope?

(Sisko did show up on a pack of Bajoran tarot cards in Lower Decks, and I squealed over that, ngl.)

Thanks for asking! 😘

#asks

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fuck-customers · 2 years

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Unhinged Boss

This is how unhinged and petty my boss is and it’s bullshit. So I work at a tiny not well run, never has enough stock market and a few blocks away is a bigger name brand market that has a sandwich shop, deli, etc. just over all better market. Our boss gets FURIOUS with us if we tell someone it exists and will actually try to yell over her employees to keep us from giving the info. Then will sit there and be like “Uhm???? Idk WHAT you think you’re doing giving them OUR business but they are our ENAMY and you’d do well to remember that!” Crap speech. None of us care, not even our manager “Bran” (fake name) who’s worked here 10 years. But on with our story, we don’t get a lunch… or any kind of breaks… just 8 hours of none stop work. We’re “allowed” to eat behind the counter “on our “““breaks””” when customers aren’t around. Yes, that is what my boss constitutes as a break, the time we have for doing none customer service tasks and then yells at us if we’re not stocking, so no actual breaks. We also don’t have a microwave or any way to prepare any form of a proper meal. So we either have to eat crappy gas station type snacks all day or bring food. So on my way to work my roommate and I stopped by the other market and I bought a sandwich there for lunch and left it in our mini fridge, no name on it or anything but I’m going assume my boss guessed it was mine. So when I came in this morning and she was on the till I put my stuff away and waited for her to scoot over so I could clock in (our register is also our time clock). She kept giving me dirty looks and I just pretended not to notice till I saw she was pulling up stuff for a cloud sync, not 100% how that works but from my understanding it’s kinda to make sure everything matching if our prices updated or something. And it takes a LONG time, like we’re talking 10 - 20 minutes or more. Not sure if that’s normal but something tells me it’s not. So I see this and go “Oh, can I clock in before you cloud sync? It always takes a long time.” My boss legit stares at me, hits cloud sync, and tells me “Nah, it only takes like two minutes.” While me clocking in takes two seconds. Then walks away leaving me to deal with it. The sync did not take two minutes, it took over 20 minutes. So I had to clock in 20+ minutes late even though I was 5 minutes early, so I wrote in our log book my time needed to be fixed since I’m not about to lose out on almost half an hour on my pay check. Got yelled at by two customers for not being able to stop the cloud sync to ring them and my boss refused to help and just kept smiling. Later she noticed I had made a note my clock in time needed to be fixed, I got yet another dirty look since I guess she was angry I wasn’t just going to take it on the chin and lose out on that money. She went to fix it before stopping and not doing so and telling me “Eh, “Lala” can do it when she gets back from her trip.” “Lala” (fake name) being our other manager, so now I’ll have to worry about checking in with her to make sure it’s right. She also got annoyed at me and lectured me for 5 minutes on “You NEED TO be saying please, thank you, have a nice day, and welcome in to EVERY SINGLE CUSTOMER that comes in.” Because I had my back turned for a second to clean a mess she made and she had to say hi to someone. This was all in the span of one hour on a single day (today 4/30/2022) might I add. She’s always this anal and always this all over everyone and/or picks on her staff for fun to the point my manager “Bran” has had to tell her she needs to be nicer to the employees caz we’ve all started looking for other jobs. How this play is still running idk but I don’t plan on staying here to much longer though, this somehow still beats my last job though and pays almost twice as much. So that’s one of the few bright sides.

#tw #trigger warning #submissions #cashier problems #fuck co-workers #fuck managers

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anastasiaskarsgard · 2 years

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Happy destruction

Gordon Merkel was not having a good night. Scratch that. The whole week had been an utter shit show. This was just the absolute most annoying way to end it.

“Why am I always chosen for these assignments? I’m not the youngest agent and I definitely don’t enjoy the music.” He complained into his phone.

Looking around, it was hard to believe that anything was going on. The endless warehouses in every direction, and sub par lighting hardly helped illuminate the area. Not that anyone would want to look at the gray block walls or dirty concrete, but it left a lot to be desired. If it weren’t for the pounding telltale bass, he’d swear he was in the wrong place.

“That’s exactly why you’re the best man for the job. You won’t get distracted by the pretty lights, and I don’t have to mention avoiding the scantily clad women as well.” His boss chuckled over the secured line. “It should be so loud, no one will even notice he’s dead till you’re long gone. I will be waiting on the confirmation.”

With that, the line went dead and Merkel stepped out of his vehicle. Glancing around, he lit a cigarette and took a deep inhale. Letting the nicotine calm his frazzled nerves, he closed his eyes, wishing for silence. He hated being an assassin. He’d much rather gather intel or get documents. He had no issue with being support for someone else that he knew killed people. He just never was able to not be bothered by being the cause.

He loved his job. It definitely wasn’t boring and he felt like sometimes he was really making a difference, but then jobs like this came along and he questioned if maybe he’d given up everything for petty bullshit.

In his line of work, he couldn’t have any attachments. No relationships or entanglements. He wasn’t allowed to get close to anyone or offer any type of transparency to anyone. He constantly was moving around and changing identities, so even if he did make the error of getting attached, he put that person in danger from the enemy and his own organization as well.

He’d always been a lone wolf and liked his solitude. Women were never a challenge and only interested him for shallow carnal interactions. He’d never been infatuated or obsessed over anyone with a pulse. Work was his entire universe and he rarely second guessed it.

Except when he had to go in a noisy night club full of sweaty people, and seek out a needle in a haystack. To add some more aggravation, he had to take out a target in the organized chaos, and then get out before the army of idiot meat head bouncers took notice.

“What look are you going for? Fucking mobster ?”

Merkel’s eyes popped open and he turned jerkily to an apparent fairy girl. Long silken tresses, elaborate make up, drawing attention to large blue eyes and full pouty lips only added to the glittery bra and skirt finished off with large purple wings. What this stunning girl was doing in this area escaped him a moment before realizing she was likely there for the same club that he was. L

Not able to stop himself, he laughed heartily at the girls expense before asking her what the fuck she was. “Let me guess! The tooth fairy? Sparkle fairy? Am I close?”

The girl crossed her arms and glared. “This is a happy hardcore event.”

“Obviously.” He stated, gesturing to her ensemble with his cigarette. “Thanks for your concern, but I hardly think a designer suit will be looked down on in a club.”

“It’s a good thing you’re so pretty, cuz you sure are fucking dumb. How did a guy like you even hear about this? I hardly think it’s your scene.”

Not comfortable with all the questions, he dropped his cigarette and turned to make his way towards the underground club in the warehouse district and get this over with.

“It’s just you’re really gonna stand out and look like a cop or something, and then no one will like you. I’m all about PLUR. Plus you’re a very pretty boy.”

Freezing mid stride, he had to admit she brought a great point forward. If everyone in there looked like Ms sparkle tits right here, he would stand out and that was never a good thing when you were trying to get in and get out with little notice. But he really didn’t want to know what the male counterpart of her get up was.

Cursing his superiors, and his profession, he turned around offering his most playful smile. “Well then I hope you have some idea of how to make me acceptable. Make over maybe? I’m all out of wings and glitter unfortunately-“

“Lucky for you, I always come preparede!” The fairy girl squealed, reaching out and snatching his hand. “Come to my car and we can make you presentable! I have the perfect vision if you trust me.” Pulling him along, he couldn’t help but smirk at her enthusiasm.

“I have a hard time trusting people.”

“That’s sad but it’s ok. I will fix that.” She smiled back at him.

Lifting a single brow incredulously, he did a scan of the area to be sure she wasn’t leading him to a dark corner to get robbed by some amateur.

Stopping at a large Mercedes SUV, the cars lights flashed as the car seemed to sense her near. Opening the tailgate with a push of a hidden button, the back revealed an assortment of brightly colored accessories. “Jesus you weren’t kidding.” He mused.

“Take your shirt off.” She demanded as she began to paw through her items.

“But you havent even bought me dinner.” He teased as he began unbuttoning his shirt. He hadn’t really had any fun lately, and eventhough this girl was bossy, she seemed pretty fun. The more he looked at her, the better looking he realized she was as well. Underneath all the make up and glitter and wings was a very nice body and gorgeous face. His target may just be gifted with a few more hours. “Seriously though, isn’t it dangerous to meet strange men, lead them down a dark alley and get them naked?”

Huffing indignantly, she turned scanning his torso up and down, “I’m an excellent judge of character and you’re harmless. Not exactly a gentleman, but a good guy.”

Merkel bit back his scoff and just nodded in agreement. She really was just too cute. Terrible fucking judge of character however. “What’s your name?” He asked before he could really think about it.

“Lark. Yours?”

“just Lark? No last name?” He stalled, as he went through his aliases and tried to decide on the most fitting one for the city that he also was willing to throw away since he’d never be able to use it again. He had 5 different IDs on him, and was certain this place would card.

“Lark Stark. I know, it’s horrible. My dad and his sense of humor.”

Gordon’s stomach dropped, but his smile never wavered. His targets last name was Stark. He owned the place along with most of the rest of the warehouses in this district. He hadn’t been told what he’d done to become a target, but none of the people he went after were upstanding citizens. They were the worst of the worst. Human traffickers, drug lords, serial killers for hire, weapons smugglers, enemies to their countries and the list went on. He instantly looked at her more cautiously now. No children of the evil elite were innocent. At least knowing that fact, would make it easier not to feel guilty when he ducked her over.

“My name is nearly as bad. Bruce Wayne.” He needed to get rid of that alias anyway. Seemed like a funny joke at the time, but it stuck out too much.

Lark burst into giggles. “No it’s not! That’s funny. We both have superhero alter ego last names. I think we’re soulmates.”

“Obviously.” Full smile.

“Ok now let me finish.” She said before getting back to drawing all over his face and body.

It appeared she was just going to put brightly colored black light paint all over him and hopefully call it good.

Not really able to see what she was doing to him, he just decided to let her have her way. Besides, the more shit she put on him, the harder he’d be to identify. He couldn’t help but admire her face as she made the cutest look of concentration. Every time their eyes met, she’d blush adorably. He really wanted to fuck her.

Finally stepping back to admire her work, before jumping up and down and clapping, he was all set to go dance his little heart out with the gorgeous glitter fairy, and maybe even get his rocks off with her in some dark corner or bathroom. Since her dad owned the joint, maybe there was a secret room he could properly fuck her in. She really was nice to help him like this, and she seemed like she was a ray of sunshine, even in the darkest places. He at least wanted to show her some kindness in return. Make her feel as beautiful as she obviously is.

Right before he killed her dad and never saw her again.

Grabbing his hand again, she swung their arms and started telling him about the DJs playing, and a bunch of music he’d never heard of. He wasn’t really listening, just watching her face as she spoke. She was so hot. Too bad he’d never see her again after this.

Coming to a halt at a non descript door, she knocked a certain pattern, and turned to him smiling.

“I think the entrance is actually around the corner,” he said helpfully. He figured she was aware of that, but he wasn’t going to act like he knew anything about anything.

“Not when you’re with a VIP.”

He didn’t know what came over him but he reached out and pulled her to him so they were nose to nose. “You’re really pretty.” He breathed out before kissing her passionately. The door opened, but he wasn’t done. Nipping at her bottom lip before pulling away and turning to the shocked door guy, he tried to will away his erection that was speedily making itself known.

“Hi Bruno!” She shouted happily before pulling “Bruce” along behind her. “This is my boyfriend Bruce. It’s pretty serious.” Turning back, she winked.

“Might as well just say fiancé and go all out. Your ring clashed with your fairy look.”

Laughing out loud, eyes sparkling, she danced as she lead him along towards a large bar. “What would you like?” She shouted over the pounding bass.

“Surprise me!” He yelled back. Taking a look around his surroundings, he noticed several people were watching them. So much for not getting noticed.

“Are you a slut?”

Merkel would of choked if he had been drinking something. “Excuse me?”

“Are you a slut?” She asked nonplussed, “it’s just I don’t want to be seen with some pretty man whore that half the girls in the room have fucked and look like an even bigger idiot.”

Merkel for the first time that evening, considered the feelings of the girl before him. She was trying to put on a brave face, but she had obvious tells he was trained to pick up on. She had bitten her lip a bit so it was slightly swollen on one side, her toe was grinding into the floor, and a piece of her perfectly curled hair, looked like it’d been chewed on at some point. He’d noticed earlier that her cuticles looked abused as well. All signs of anxiety or some type of insecurity.

Grabbing her hand and pulling her into a hug so she could hear him in the ridiculously loud club, he soothed, “I’m not a slut, I’m not a saint either. I travel a lot and cannot be a boyfriend, but I would love to spend the evening with you. You’re extremely gorgeous and I have no expectations, I’d just really like to know you.”

Pulling back to see her face, she offered the most breathtaking smile that literally took his breath away.

Later he would look back and realize that right at that moment, he should of turned around, run away, and never looked back.

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