#(i just know im gonna slip into some random accent from one of these shows i just know it)

[midwesternfields]

fuck it, let's rewatch Suits for the millionth time 🫡

[espinosaurusrexex]

Hater

In which Y/N tries to convince herself that she does not have any feelings for Jeff and miserably fails.

warnings: cursing, a really bad apology (like damn I’m sorry im bad at conversing and it shows lmao)

a/n: For the really nice @ilsolee, who requested something from my Drabble List. Thank you for requesting this. I loved this concept and even played with the thought of breaking it into a series (I ended up not doing that but if you want me to next time, to make it a little longer or even more detailed, just tell me).

As always, I’m open to feedback :)

4. Right now, you’re just being really annyoing.

6. How come you’re still so stubborn, Sugar?

21. Can I kiss you?

word count: 3.8k

She hated him. She hated his dumb smirk and his overly attractive body. She hated the way he talked to her and how he didn't seem to care about people when he interacted with them. His cringy beard triggered her and the muscles on his body intimidated her. There was nothing on this man that could attract her to Jeff Wittek.

Well, those were the points. And Y/N wasn't going to change her mind about this awfully handsome man. At least she didn't want to and found herself relaxing every time she dug a little deeper to find more reasons, why she could hate him. As if him being an ex convict wasn't enough reason to keep a distance, Y/N was intrigued by slipping into his past to be a step ahead for every comment he spat her way. That way she could tell herself that, no matter what he would say to her, she knew something about him that nobody else did. And that gave her the feeling of superiority she seeked a little too often these days.

“What do you think about that, Y/N”, Jeff questioned and raised his eyebrows at her, who had yet to answer his question. There it was again: that stupid smirk. God, she wanted to smack it out of his face every time she saw it. And not the gentle way. The way that would leave a red mark in the form of her hand for several hours. Though it was really hard for her to resist that urge right now, she settled for a snarky comment instead.

“I think that right now, you're just being really annoying.” A low hush went through the room and Y/N noticed Jeff’s face scrunching up in a faked, pained one. He continued to place his hand above his heart before relieving a loud cry. 

“You're so mean! Oh god, I think I have to kill myself now.” The rest of their friends laughed, which made Y/N feel quite uncomfortable. 

“Bohoo, you gonna call your mom now?” Y/N scooched deeper into the cushions as she noticed how childish her behavior had been the whole day.

“Honestly, doll. If you want to upset me, you have to come up with some better roasts. That shit was weak. I feel like I’m arguing with a fifth grader.” Y/N groaned. Another thing she hated about Jeff: him calling her ‘doll’ in that dumb Jersey accent of his.

Sending a growl over to Jeff, Y/N stood up and headed towards the kitchen. She rummaged through the cabinets until she found something to snack her anger away on and proceeded to snatch a water bottle from the fridge. She sat on the counter of David’s kitchen and stared at the white tiles a little longer until she felt a hand on her shoulder and a whiff of strawberry entered the room. Carly. Honestly, Y/N didn't want to talk right now. Drowning her anger in food and tv shows seemed far more appealing to her than engaging in a discussion about her well being or a certain other person she didn't want to think about right now. She knew she had embarrassed herself. Not only today, but all the other times she would start to bicker with Jeff about the most random things.

“Hey Y/N/N…” Carly pushed herself up on the counter next to her and took a cookie from her friend's hand. She knew that Y/N didn't want to talk, but she also couldn't help but wonder what fed the deep hatred her best friend had for Jeff. A man, who had actually been pretty nice and funny to Carly during the time they had known each other. Sure, he wasn't the nicest to Y/N, but that was mainly, because her friend never had anything nice to say towards him, either. Carly would have reacted the same way, if somebody would greet her with such an attitude from day one on. She couldn't bring herself to ask Y/N, though. Knowing deep down that she probably had a good reason to behave the way she did.

A nudge ripped Y/N out of her trance. “Jeff is actually pretty nice, you know?” The platine blonde murmured while glancing back to the living room in which most of their friends gathered at the moment. Jeff shared a short glance with her before turning his attention back to the discussion that was going on. 

“Carly, I’m not magically going to love that guy just because you say he’s ‘pretty nice’.” Y/N chuckled in a mocking manner and turned her head towards her best friend. “I don't like him and that’s final. I find reasons to not like him every day and that is ok. I don't have to like everybody you're friends with. If you want to hang out with a former convict, then do it, but don't expect me to join you again.”

Carly sighed before hopping down from the counter to stand between Y/N’s legs. She looked into her eyes, trying to find a hint of sorrow in them, but nothing. Not even a little bit of dishonesty glimmered in her orbs. She let her head down, shaking it in the process.

“If you say so…” Carly went back to the common area and Y/N was left to sit alone again. She stared at the ceiling for a while and then at the walls. After a couple of minutes, that got pretty boring, so she just decided to leave. She didn’t need them to have fun. And she definitely didn't need to show them how bothered she was by her friends hanging out with people that didn't appreciate her.

It had been a week since her last encounter with Jeff and Y/N couldn't help but feel pretty good about avoiding any situations regarding him. She occupied herself with paperwork and her dog, Dax. Fully ignoring the fact that she felt a little lonely inside, she watched her friends’ Snapchat stories daily. The restaurant she was working at had not been that busy the last couple days, which lead to Y/N getting off early and left to spend even more time in her Apartment, alone, with Dax, of course.

Another week went by and to say the least, Y/N was bored. Her daily routines had consisted of eating, working, and sleeping. She had finished pretty much every series existent on Netflix and there was nothing else to do. She found herself sitting on her phone again. This time, almost envying the fun her friends had without her. But she couldn’t bring herself to text them. She needed to prove it to herself and them that she didn't care if they hung out with people she didn't want around. Mainly, she needed to convince herself, but that facade began to falter with every minute that went by.

A sudden knock on her door echoed through the room and Y/N got up quickly. Too excited that something was happening, she sprinted to the door and basically ripped it open. The handle rammed into the wall and left an evident hole, but Y/N didn’t care. 

“I’m done with your shit ass attitude!” Carly stormed into the apartment with heavy steps and came to a stop at the dining table. The confusion was clearly written over Y/N’s features as she watched her best friend stand in front of her with crossed arms. 

“What do you mean?”

Carly scoffed. An action she had perfected over the years she had known Y/N. “I will not stop hanging out with Jeff, just because you don't like him! Accept that for God’s sake!” Her chest was heaving and Y/N had not seen her friend this furious in a very long time.

The tension between them began to rise, but Y/N wouldn't break. “Well then you have a problem, because I will not ‘hang’ with the devil himsel-” But she was cut off by the blonde.

“Jeff. It’s Jeff! You know, you could actually say his name for once! He’s a human being just like everyone else. And it's not fair that you treat him like shit just because of his background. I didn't think that I was friends with a person that is so selfish and shallow that they would reject people based on the things that happened in the past. We all know what he did! And it's not like he is a killer or psychopath! Especially the people in our group of friends should be able to rely on each other and not be scared that there will be talking behind their back. Because you know what?! That’s exactly what happened with Trisha and now everyone hates her! Do you want that?! Then just say it because I need to know!” 

Her words were like a wake up call. One that hit deep in the gut and spread through the body in hives of pain until it reached the brain and it could actually register what had just been said. Y/N trained her eyes on the floor. If Carly put it that way, it did sound like Y/N had grown into a horrible person. A person, she most certainly didn't want to be. Not in her or anyone else’s eyes. It pained her to see, how wrecked her friend got by the thought of Y/N being like the person Carly had described seconds before.

“Y/N! Fuck! Say something! … God damn it, I need by best friend back and I need to know if she’s still here.”

With that, Y/N couldn't hold it anymore. A loud sob escaped her lungs and the tears followed soon after. 

“I’m so sorry, Carly.” , she sobbed as she tried to stop the tears from falling, “I’m so sorry, I’m a horrible person…”

Through blurry eyes Y/N could see her friend trying to prevent some tears from falling as well, but she kept quiet. Waiting for an explanation on her end. 

“I don’t hate him. I don't hate him for his past or his humor I don't hate him at all. God why is this so hard?!” Y/N kept wiping away the salty wetness on her cheeks and proceeded to talk. “I just thought that… if I told myself that I didn't like him, I would believe myself, eventually. I don't care if he went to jail or prison or whatever. I don't care at all… I just wanted to protect myself and I guess, I went a little too far…”

Silence. It was crushing and if silence had a sound in this second, it would have been something that would make your ears explode. Carly knew, what her best friend meant when she said ‘she wanted to protect herself’. It had been a secret between the two of them, but Y/N didn't exactly have the best relationships in the past. In fact, Y/N and her ex-boyfriends all ended on bad terms. And it had taken at least three month and about five pounds of ice cream or chocolate to make her leave the house again, every time. Y/N didn't seem like it, because of her sassy attitude, but she got attached too quickly and fell way too hard. Carly should have suspected it, seeing that Jeff checked pretty much all of the boxes Y/N’s ex’s did, too. She felt regret rushing through her for throwing those words at her, but she was fairly desperate herself, being without her best friend for over two weeks. They had both been too stubborn to text each other and now they saw what it did to them. They were both devastated and exhausted. It didn't do anyone any good if those two were not together at least once a day.

“You have to tell him.” Carly spoke after ten minutes of remaining silent.

This made Y/N snap her head up again. “I can’t! Not after everything, I have said to him!” Her eyes were wide in shock and she stepped closer to the blonde girl leaning on her table. “Besides, we both know that the last weeks were just foreshadowing of what would happen if Jeff and I would… “ She didn't speak any further, noticing that she had actually said his name out loud for the first time.

“Well, you have to at least say something to him! Apologize. Because whatever is happening right now, is just childish.” 

Carly was right. Y/N hated when her friend was right. And even though it was probably going to be more embarrassing than her fist time, she knew that she had to talk to Jeff.

Believing that nothing would change her mind about said man was probably a stupid thing to do. To say she was nervous to talk to somebody, she had spent the past year insulting, even more so. The whole time, she was so focused on his background and things magazines and haters wrote about him, she had never even considered to investigate further into his personality. Not that she had thought it was going to be any better than her assumptions, anyway. Though, she never had a friendly conversation with him, she had to admit that she had always been the one starting the snappy comments and he probably just followed along.

With that in mind, Y/N stood at a balck door with the number 703 printed on it in gold. How was she going to approach this? She didn't know, either. But she knew that she had to fix it somehow. Y/N wasn't a bad person after all and seeing that she had the opportunity to at least try and fix things, cleared her conscious a little. 

She knocked on the door gently, secretly praying that noone was home and she could just push this event to another day, but her hopes were shattered after a few seconds. The door opened and behind it was the man himself. Shirtless, of course. He had a toothbrush in his right hand and was holding the door open with the other. The light from the window behind him made his body glow in a sunrise-orange tone and Y/N had to scold herself for comparing him to an image of Adonis right there. His questioning facial expression changed to a cocky one as soon as he registered who had been interrupting his morning routine on this day and he moved his body to the side to motion for her to come in. Y/N followed his demands, inspecting his home. Even though she had known him for several months now, she had never even seen his apartment complex before. And looking at the plane walls surrounding rooms that were provided with a minimum of furniture, she decided that she had not missed out on anything. It was the typical man cave. With its lack of decoration and the fminine touch that made every home a home, it appeared rather unwelcoming and cool to her. 

Jeff returned from the bathroom without the toothbrush and went to the fridge to get some water. 

“What did I earn your company with on this fine morning?” Jeff cocked an eyebrow at the woman standing in his living room. It was pretty relaxing that she had not started this morning with an argument and Jeff didn't know it yet, but Y/N was about to surprise him for the second time today.

With that, Y/N turned to him and took his body in one more time before shrugging her shoulders and continuing to look around his apartment. The apology she had planned was weighing on her chest, but now that she was actually standing here with him, alone, she didn't know if ‘I like your shirt’ was the best entry into this conversation. Apart from the fact that he was not even wearing a shirt, it was the best Y/N had come up with for an icebreaker. 

She noticed some dog toys on the floor and decided to settle with that for the start.

“I Have a dog, too.” Y/N motioned to the water bowl next to her and forced a smile on her face to try and hide the humiliation that spilled over her in a giant wave.

Jeff looked into her eyes intently and answered with a frozen expression. “Yeah mine died last week.”

“Oh.” ‘I like your shirt’ suddenly seemd a lot less stupid. Y/N escaped a nervous laugh as she tried to come up with something to say, but Jeff just chuckled after noticing her puzzled expression.

“Just kidding, Nerf’s at the groomers.” A rush of adrenaline filled Y/N veins by those words. He was a dick, but she had to get this over with, somehow. Otherwise, Carly would whoop her ass and send her back to his door, right after and Y/n was not planning on this event to happen.

“Why don't you just tell me something you hate about this place and we take our separate path’s again?” Jeff was serious. He couldn't figure out, why she was here, or what she could possibly want from him, other than a battle of words, he would win anyways. So when Y/N fell silent again, he couldn't help but wonder if this was about something bigger than just another snarky comment.

“No.” Y/N looked away. Too big was the embarrassment she would face in the next minutes, if she was really going through with her plan of apologizing.

They had come so far already, not being caught up in an argument about something inconsequential for the whole time they were in his apartment and jeff could sense the conflict in her mind from a mile away. He was a pretty good liar himself and that subconsciously helped him to read people fairly well.

“How come you’re still so stubborn, Sugar?” A smirk snugg onto his face, again while he approached her from behind, trying to turn her focus to him.

Y/N had shivers running down her spine with those words. There was no denying, anymore. Jeff was an attractive man, but the fact that he knew it, gave her enough reason to not let him know how she felt about him. It was tough, and seeing that he had a dog, left her wondering if there weren't many more things they had in common. 

She turned around and stared up at him. Jeff was dangerously close to her, but Y/N did not attempt to increase the distance between them. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but the things she would say next were uncomfortable, too. Where was the point in changing anything about their current situation when she knew that it only got worse from here on? Exactly, there was none.

“What I’ve been meaning to say is that… I’m sorry. I have been mean to your for the sake of keeping you off my mind and it didn't even work. I just started beef with you, because I was scared. I was scared to face the fact that you are a pretty nice guy and on top of that someone I could actually fall for. You have been nothing but nice to all of my friends and even me. That is, until I started to open my stupid mouth. I’m incredibly sorry, Jeff. I hope you know that everything I said to you was not to be taken seriously. And that I’m not mad at you for the things you said to me. I honestly think, I deserve for those to be tattooed on my forehead for my shitty behavior. I’m… ugh… I’m just sorry and I hope that we can start over. I would love to be your friend if you want that, too. Though, I would understand if you don’t. I’m sorry, I truly am.”

That was a much needed release of pressure, which was crushing Y/N’s soul with every second she had to hold it in. The hardest part was over. Now, she just had to deal with the consequences. And those were something Y/N surely did not expect.

“Can I kiss you?”, was all he said as he searched for her eyes in the glimmer of the morning sun rising outside his windows.

 A shocked expression covered her face. She had just overcome the most embarrassing thing she could imagine and Jeff had totally ignored her. Rude.

“What?”

Jeff chuckled. “It's just, what you just said was pretty hot and I would just like to kiss you right now.”

Noone had ever initiated a kiss this casually and Y/N didn't care anymore at this point. She knew that the second Carly had told her to talk to Jeff, her mission of protecting herself from him and the eventual heartbreak, would be cancelled. And she was a 100% right.

“I guess I have a thing for people apologizing. Especially if they are as pretty as you.” Y/N shivered. That was, in a weird way, the sweetest thing she had heard in a long time and she couldn't help but nod her head ‘yes’.

Jeff didn't hesitate for another second. Too strong was the longing he had felt for her from the second she introduced herself to him months ago. He pushed his lips against hers, forcing her to stand on her tippy toes and locking her hands on his shoulders for support. They shared a closed mouth kiss for a couple of seconds before Jeff grabbed the back of her head with one hand. The other sneaking down her spine and stopping at the small of her back to push her even closer to him. A small whimper escaped Y/N’s lips and Jeff took that opportunity to slide his tongue in her mouth to french kiss. He explored her mouth, not leaving one corner untouched or unappreciated. Jeff was good at it. He was so good at it that Y/N just let herself fall into the kiss and let him take the lead, not even ringing his tongue for dominance. After a couple of seconds, she snuck her hands up his neck and buried her fingers into the buzzed hair on the back of his head. The stubbles tingled her skin and she just melted farther into his body. 

They broke apart after what felt like hours. Both panting, they looked at each other still wrapped into one another. There was a comfortable silence and tension between the two of them that was buzzing in their heads like electricity.

“You know, I always liked you, Y/N. I knew you would drop your act, eventually and just be mine.” Jeff grinned down to her, knowing he had finally won her over.

“Keep up that attitude and I can't promise anything.” Y/N smiled, too. She was willing to see where this was going, but for now she would just live in the moment and enjoy the time, in which no one gave her a reason to worry about anything. Especially not Jeff.

[artificialqueens]

Sleeping In The Hallway (Biadore) - Whiskey Neat

A/N: I’m back sooner than expected! I’m really trying to fill the list of like 30 prompts I’ve made for myself but I’ve been running quite low on motivation lately. I can’t promise my next fic will be out soon but I’ll always be around. Hope you enjoy this one!

Summary: Adore is drunk and Bianca is mad at her.

TW: vomit (nothing graphic)

Adore was in the middle of downing shots at the bar when her phone vibrated in her pocket. After messily reaching for it, the device slipped though her fingers, tumbling down to the floor.

“God I wish Bianca was here to pick this up for me” Adore thought as she stumbled off the stool and crouched down, feeling around on the sticky floor for her phone. “Where is Bianca anywa- oh fuck.” Adore panicked, as she picked up her phone and saw a text from Bianca on the screen.

Willow: Guess you’re not coming back tonight. Hope you had fun with all your FRIENDS!*insert alcoholic drink emojis*

“Bianf Im so sorey i come baxk noe” Adore typed out in a rush, slamming some random bills down on the counter before stumbling toward the exit of the bar.

On the short walk back to the hotel, Adore had time to put her thoughts together, as together as her drunken brain would let her, that is. How could she have lost track of time like this? She was supposed to meet Bianca back at their shared hotel room at midnight so they could spend some quality time together before they would have to part ways tomorrow. She checked her phone again. It was currently 2am. Another text from Bianca simply reading “Don’t bother.” also showed on the screen.

She really fucked up. Not only had she missed out on quality Bianca time, but once she reached the door of their room the realization hit her that she had also forgotten her room key.

After trying the handle, only to find it locked, Adore knocked a few times and waited. To her dismay, she was met with silence.

She tried knocking again to no avail.

“B?” She whispered, leaning against the door. “Can you let me in? I lost m’key.”

No response. By now, Adore was growing frustrated. Bianca had texted her less than 10 minutes before and she knew the older queen never fell asleep this fast, which could only mean one thing…she was ignoring her.

That assumption was very correct. Bianca was indeed still awake, listening to every word from where she was laying comfortably in their hotel bed. Was she being immature for not letting the younger queen in? Probably. But was she going to open the door for her at any point tonight? Absolutely not. If Adore wanted to be irresponsible and spend her night drinking instead of following through on their plans, then she could find her own place to sleep.

“I know you’re not fucking sleeping! Open the door!” Adore whisper-yelled, a bit too loudly. The alcohol in her system was quickly excelling her frustration to a level she didn’t know how to contain.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now!?” Adore continued, resorting to kicking the door with the toe of her sparkly doc marten boot.

After being met with more silence, angry tears started welling in her eyes.

“C’mon Bianca! This is my room too! You can’t just leave me out here!” Adore whined, voice breaking.

Silence.

“Don’t do this to me…” she sobbed, falling to her knees as her drunken state wouldn’t allow her to stand anymore.

After being met with silence yet again, Adore shifted to curl up on her side on the dirty hotel carpet, continuing to sob loudly.

A short while later, a familiar presence entered the hallway.

“Adore? What’s happened?” The Australian accent asked with worry.

Adore removed her hands from her mascara-streaked face and looked up to see Courtney kneeling in front of her.

“Bianca hates me!” she cried, sitting up and throwing her arms around Courtney.

“I’m sure that’s not true Adorm, why do you think that?” The blonde asked, rubbing her back.

“C-Cause she’s mad at me and she won’t let me in and I’m a fuck up and-and-“ Adore explained, working herself up into hysterics again.

“Hey, it’s okay….breathe….breathe…” Courtney coaxed, guiding the dark haired queen through some deep breaths.

“How bout you stay in my room tonight and we can deal with Bianca tomorrow, okay?” The Aussie offered, helping Adore stand up.

Adore nodded and wiped her nose, allowing Courtney to basically carry her down the hall to her room.

Once in the room, Courtney guided Adore to bed. After downing a bottle of water, Adore had passed out, leaving Courtney awake to send one simple text to Bianca.

“You’re babysitting this hangover in the morning. Not me.” She sent, attaching a picture of the sleeping queen next to her. With that, Courtney switched off the lamp and went to sleep.

*the next morning*

Adore could feel the nausea coming on before she was fully awake. She rolled over and groaned, trying to ignore it, fearing that her head might actually explode if she had to open her eyes to make a run for the bathroom.

She managed to drift off for about 5 more minutes before her stomach lurched dangerously and she absolutely HAD to get up and make that dreaded run for the bathroom.

Halfway through vomiting up all the alcohol she had consumed the night before, she felt a hand brushing her hair back and holding it out of her face.

When she was finished, Adore whimpered miserably, resting her forehead on the cool porcelain bowl, feeling awful and gross.

“You’re okay…” Said a gravely voice from behind her.

The voice didn’t belong to Courtney like she had expected. Instead she turned to see that it was Bianca who had been holding her hair back. Adore froze and fought back the urge to vomit again as the memory of last nights events came back to her.

“What are you doing here?” Adore croaked, feeling slightly embarrassed of how rough her voice sounded.

“Courtney told me you were here.”

“Yeah, but like what are you doing…here?” Adore asked, motioning to where they were seated on the bathroom floor.

“Helping you?” Bianca stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Thought you were mad at me…” Adore said, turning back towards the toilet as another wave of nausea came over her.

“Mad? No. Disappointed? Very.” Bianca replied, pulling Adore’s hair back once again.

“M’sorry….” Adore mumbled when she was finished.

“I just wanted to spend time with you. We’re not gonna see each other for what, 2 months after this?” Bianca admitted, handing Adore a bit of toilet paper to wipe her face with. “So when you stayed out to drink, something you can do on any other night, it was just really disappointing since we already had plans, you know?”

“I know…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I really did plan on coming back but then I lost track of time and-“ Adore cut herself off to clear her dry throat. “Can you get me some water please?” She asked with a pout.

Without a word, Bianca exited the bathroom and returned moments later with a bottle of water.

“Thanks” Adore told her, chugging half of it before continuing. “I lost track of time, and I know that’s a shitty excuse but I’d never do that to you on purpose. I’ve been trying to not drink so much lately but last night was just….yeah. I’m sorry.”

“Mistakes happen, I get it.” Bianca said, pulling Adore in against her side for a hug. Adore rested her head on the older queens shoulder and they sat like that for a bit.

“I can’t believe you were gonna make me sleep in the fucking hallway” Adore half-joked a few minutes later.

“I can.” Bianca deadpanned, holding back a laugh. The situation suddenly becoming funny now that everything was okay between them. “Now can we get off this floor? Courtney and I brought breakfast.”

“Only if you let me borrow your key so I can go brush my teeth.” Adore said with a smirk.

Bianca handed said item over to Adore. “You better not lose it. Otherwise we’ll both be sleeping in the hallway.”

[froyolite]

Hello, dear! You've been visited by the random character question fairy! :D ~☆

What is your character's voice in terms of speed, pitch, and/or inflection? Do they have an accent or use slang? Do they have an extensive vocabulary? Do they use contractions?

okok hi! so im gonna talk about Oliver (again) and his teammates :)

Oliver talks like me!! Just, however you read how I text and write? That's what it sounds like, he's a walking exclamation point. Very excited about most and all things and very talkative. Like all octolings, he does use a bit of octarian slang but it's faded over the years. He thinks it's funny when he teaches some rando squid swear words in octarian. For words like don't, isn't, etc, he'll use them a lot and maybe exclusively. But when it comes to words like bathtub and raincoat, he'll seperate the words like bath tub, rain coat. It's subtle but it's there.

Viridian has a much mellow excited tone. She knows when to keep silent and stop talking, but wouldn't hesitate asking some pedestrian how something works. She's still fluent in Octarian and it slips into her vocab every so often with just run offs? (idk how to explain this, it's like,, a different way to add pauses in speech? the same way someone goes "like" or "you know?") She sometimes talks to Oliver in octarian, and Oliver answers in inklish so it can be a really one sided conversation to other people. She laughs really loudly, and you can tell most of her emotions through her voice.

Uhh Pepsi! My best example of how I think Pepsi talks like is fireborn (the hollow knight speedrunner) and Kenma Kozume (Haikyuu!). Very calm and collected, and his voice is very stable and doesn't waver much. The only times you can get him to show any real difference in how he talks is when he's excited or scared. Doesn't have a really different accent because he was raised in inkopolis and so it doesn't sound any different from the average.

Sona (dyk her name used to be soda? to match with pepsi lol) doesn't like to talk much? So she mostly communicates non-verbally with sign language or body language. She can talk though! So far the only ones who's ever really heard her talk is her team and her past team. Her voice is as calm as Pepsi's but it's more strong. Like if you give her a reason to want to talk, she might as well make sure she's heard. She doesn't have much an accent, and unsurprisingly her voice matches how she looks.

ANYWAYS. thanks for the ask!!! I like talking about my ocs :)

[hellevator-mp3]

you’re my wish (maybe it came true) || Part 4

Pairing(s): Changlix, Changchan (platonic)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,200+

Warnings: None

Author Note: this is...really late oops dflkgklh but anyways, i’m already writing the next part (from felix’s pov!!) and i’m gonna be introducing someone v e r y  special  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

chan leads changbin to felix, now it’s changbin’s turn to lead chan to his soulmate.  

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chan was surrounded by couples, soulmates, while he stood alone. he watched his baby brother dance with his girlfriend, and chan knew that by the end of the night, she was going to be his fiancee. he watched his younger sister dip her wife, showing off to their family as she raised her back up, grinning all the while. chan watched his parents stand on the sidelines, swaying slightly as they settled into one another's side. chan's eyes flickered to felix, who was watching the others. felix was like chan, who knew he had a soulmate but that their other parts weren’t there with them. chan glad that he had felix there to celebrate his sister's wedding with him. it made him feel less alone.

suddenly, he felt even less alone as he felt a shiver wrack his body, even though the air was warm and he had a jacket pulled over his shoulders. it took another jacket and a cup of hot tea before the aching chill faded away, and he was joined by felix in his bedroom. the younger looked rugged, although in the back of chan’s head, he knew that it was because it wasn’t felix currently standing in front of him. it was felix's soulmate, changbin, who just happened to occupy felix’s body. chan sighed, spewing off a sentence that made sense in neither english or korean, being that it was some weird mix of the two. changbin just stared blankly back, and hearing him speak korean in felix’s deep voice with a tinge of an australian accent still made chan shudder, knowing that the real felix couldn’t and wouldn’t speak korean.

changbin asked why he was inside, wearing more layers than needed and sipping on a slightly sweet cup of tea that was beginning to cool in his hands. with a sigh, chan began to explain the random chills and hot spikes that he experienced, watching as changbin nodded in understanding, before mentioning a fact that chan had never been exposed to. it was taught in their school that there was only one set of soulmates with a certain trigger to a generation, meaning that chan’s soulmate had to be around his age - but finding the other would be nearly impossible, given the fact that there were millions of people in his generation that he would never get the chance to talk to, until changbin dropped a slightly bigger bombshell - there was a very, very well known singer and music teacher in korea, who became slightly famous after a cover he posted went viral, and people began to look into him. people had claimed that he would have random cold spikes, where the classroom was plenty warm but he went through the lesson with chattering teeth and icy hands, although he was quickly bundled up in a thick coat.

chan’s mouth dropped nearly to the floor as he took in the words, deciding that once and for all, he was going to talk to this person and maybe - just maybe - find his soulmate. chan didn’t notice changbin slipping out of his room, likely going to join the rest of the family outside in the warm summer air. chan stayed where he was, before sitting down on the edge of his bed and staring blankly at the wall as he contemplated what to do. he knew for a fact that a single one way ticket would cost him an arm and a leg, multiplied by two because changbin needed to meet felix - or rather, felix’s body needed to meet changbin’s in order for their body switching to be controlled.

although changbin and chan had sat their families down to explain what was happening, why ‘felix’ had suddenly startled when his mother walked into his bedroom, and he began to spout off different strings of curses in the language that he swore he’d never learn, it was still a hassle to tell them who they were talking to. that night, because of the amount of noise that was being made between ‘felix’ and his mother, his father wandered into the room and asked what was going on - but obviously, changbin had no idea what he was saying and continued to question them and ramble on in his native tongue. soon enough, felix’s mother was questioning him back, and he was relieved to find that he could answer her in his own language and she would understand. he explained himself the same way he had to chan only the night before, stating that he was - evidently - felix’s soulmate and that his name was changbin, that he was korean and didn’t speak a lick of english. after the two had left the room, changbin dialed chan’s number and hastily requested that he come explain. they spent that dinner going over what that meant for the family as a whole, and who should be told about it.

chan was broken from his thoughts at the sudden appearance of his mom, felix's mom, and 'felix’ himself. before he could even say anything, changbin was plopping down on the bed next to him, shrugging when chan questioned what was going on. his mother silenced the two of them, before glancing at felix's mother and nodding. the two of them produced similar looking envelopes, and each mother handed them to their respective offspring. with furrowed brows, chan ripped the top of the envelope open and gasped when he saw the wad of cash that was sitting daintily inside. next to him, changbin had the same reaction. looking up at his mother, she explained that the two of them had been saving back fifty dollars a month since the two boys were born, meaning that chan was holding fifteen grand while changbin (felix) had thirteen grand, towards what felix's mother called the 'soulmate fund’. chan's mother explained that they could use the money for anything related to their soulmates, including plane tickets and (eventually) engagement rings. with a glance at changbin, chan asked how his mother knew that he may know who his soulmate was, and she only responded with a wink, before leaving the room and dragging felix's mother with her.

the two boys looked at each other in silence for a second. “i guess we have to look at plane tickets now, and we'll shoot for leaving in a week? maybe you can get something worked out with that teacher guy.” chan chimed, already pulling his laptop into his lap and beginning to type, pulling up a selection of tickets to find out how much money they would need to deposit for the flight and lodging in seoul.

some part of chan couldn't believe it, that his best friend would be meeting his soulmate, and that he, himself, might meet his as well.

the two boys sat side by side as they picked a flight and set aside the money, before moving on to deciding if they should rent a hotel room - before changbin helpfully reminded him that he had an apartment they could stay at, which would work out since felix was already there.

speaking of felix, they decided to call him and tell him the news before they went to bed. changbin still thought it was weird to hear himself speak english with the thickest accent he'd ever heard, but chan couldn't find it in himself to be bothered by it. felix said that he would meet them at the airport, but made them promise not to book an early flight.

the next day, after having deposited the money into his checking account, chan booked the flight that would arrive in the incheon international airport as early as possible.

[hewn-of-hecate]

Heyo! So I got tagged by the lovely @trolldockan again for the little ‘about me tag’ (ps I’ll reply to either account no worries lol 😉 wrath-of-dawn was just made so I would stop spamming my friend’s dashes).

So here we go I guess?

Name: Ashley

Nickname(s): Ash and (though not anymore) Hughesy

Height: 5"6

Orientation: she/her heterosexual

Nationality: Canadian born and raised but I sometimes slip into a British accent when I’m more tired because Mum is English and Dad’s an Aussie.

Favourite fruit: Apples

Favourite scent: maple syrup or maple ginger

Favourite colour: hmm, either a nice warm green or blue.

Favourite animal: I’m a huge animal lover so this is hard but based on my pic I’d better go with fox otherwise bats (so cute) or ravens (so smart).

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: hot chocolate hands down.

Average sleep hours: it used to be around 3 hours every school night and then like 13 on the weekends but I’ve recently been put on some medication and it’s been making me super tired so more like 6 on a school night and 10 on the weekends. Idk.

Dog or cat: dogs but I love pretty much any animal.

Favourite fictional character: dear Lord! This is the hardest question to ask me buuuuut, given my other blog I’m gonna go for a safe bet and say Yona or Hak….. Maybe Rhys from acowar… Damn this is hard.

How many blankets do you sleep with: I sleep with one thin blanket and a light duvet, I tend to run hot so I usually have everything up under my chin but with all of my legs sticking out so I don’t overheat.

Dream trip: honestly I’ve been dying to go anywhere in Scandinavia and I’m SUPER jealous of my brother going there this year. I’d also really like to go to the mountainous regions (no thank you cities) of Japan at some point.

Blog created: uhhhh, sometime around 2 years ago for this account and 2 months with wrath-of-dawn.

Followers: wanderer-of-open-skies = 66, while wrath-of-dawn has 180 lol.

Random fact: the most remote country I’ve ever been to is Vanuatu (a small archipelago off the east coast of Australia) because we went back to Aore where my dad was born with my grandmother just this past summer. My grandmother lived down at the mission there for awhile a let me tell you for an 80 year old she is still very adventurous as we rode on the back of trucks holding on to nothing more than the roof. 😂

Bonus fact: I have two guinea pigs who are sisters that we adopted about 3 years ago now called Lily and Poppy. Otherwise known as Roosterbutt and little turd respectively and they are both cuddly and pampered babies.

Not sure if I’m supposed to do the rest of the question so I guess i’ll just do them anyways?

Relationship status: single

Lipstick or chapstick: lipstick (I find it lasts longer)

Last song I listened to: Siúil a rún covered by Celtic Women

Last movie I watched: Your Name (aka Kimi No Na Wa)

Top 3 shows: akatsuki no yona/yona of the dawn, murdock mysteries and kuroshitsuji/black butler? (Im using a lot of question marks because im bad at making decisions because there’s a lot of choices)

Top 3 bands: the classic crime, jónsi and emily portman?

Books I’m reading: just finishing off The Gypsy King, The Girl from the Other Side, and various manga, webtoons and fics simultaneously (Books and stories are my life, particularly; historical, fantasy/mythos, romance adventure types).

Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better or just because you feel like it.

Ummm diddley ummm diddlie how about I ask @contagiousbr , @aligrump , @gh0stgril , @raven-bishop , @dani677 , @sorasan000 ?

Sorry if I’m bothering you guys by repeatedly tagging you. Hope you have fun and to learn more about you guys!

[sucaritra]

Bāṛi - Chapter 15

Word Count: 1832

Warnings: language, anxiety, Negan

Summary: Negan teams up with some familiar faces

A/N: quick reminder - Lucas is the baby from chapter 11. also, is anyone reading this anymore? i dont get as many readers on here so im not too sure if i should continue posting here

Masterlist

The tension was thick in the cab of the truck as they drove along the road, not even Simon’s shitty country CD was playing to cut through the heavy atmosphere. Taking in a deep breath, Negan watched as the lightening cloud of smoke grew ever closer.

He wasn't worried per se, of course not. Though, he couldn't say he was entirely happy with the situation at hand. The not knowing of what they were walking into was beginning to set his teeth on edge. Not hearing back from the first team that was sent out to investigate wasn't helping matters any either.

The changing seasons could well and truly be felt now, the temperature having dropped low enough to turn the end of his nose red, his Saviors not faring any better. Negan would have much preferred to be lazing around with the wives, engaging in certain activities to bring his body temperature way up. Or better yet, a fidgety little Brit warming up his side, just as she did earlier today.

“No fucking way.”

Removing his gaze from where it was stuck on Lucille in his grip, Negan raised his head to see what had caused his right hand man to sound so incredulous.

“You've gotta be shitting me.”

Keeping his eyes on the man who wasted no time in staring daggers at him, Negan stepped out of the truck and sauntered over towards the group, his men following close behind.

“Well, well, fucking well. Prick! Fancy seeing you here! What the fuck are you doing here?”

Negan’s eyes narrowed dangerously at the man, putting his energy into focusing on Rick, as he couldn't be a hundred percent sure that he would be able to school his features if he let his sight drift to the burning wreckage directly behind Rick. Afterall, he did have an image to uphold.

“Probably the same reason you're here. Haven't found any signs of who did this, but we ain't been here long.”

Negan took great pride in the obvious distaste Rick had in having to answer to him, the control that slips from his grasp oh so quickly, all because Negan had arrived on the scene. Deciding to throw the prick a bone by saving the teasing for another time, Negan does a quick count of everyone that arrived with Rick. Most of the faces he recognises to be from Alexandria: the hot samurai lady; Rick’s redneck guard dog - Darren? Darrell?; the pregnant widow was also, surprisingly, there, along with a few more. The rest of the group was made up of Hilltoppers, with the long-haired pretty boy up front and center.

Where not too long ago Negan was slightly uneasy with bringing as many men as he did from the Sanctuary, now he was somewhat grateful that his men outnumber his employees.

Not wasting any time due to the slowly increasing numbers of walkers in the area, Negan divided the ragtag group in front of him into smaller units, consciously splitting up as many of the Alexandrians and Hilltoppers as possible, or at least the ones that looked like the biggest threats. Not willing to blindly trust Rick’s word, Negan pairs himself with him. If Rick was lying, and he had anything to do with this or his missing men, then he wanted to be close enough to let Lucille work her magic.

Once the teams started to spread out and look for any signs of the perpetrators, the Saviors consciously keeping an eye out for any signs of their missing men, Negan gave in and took a good look at the burning wreckage before him. The damage was so severe that the man had no idea what the building was before it went up, the fire having charred the rubble left behind and the explosion leaving a significant crevice surrounding it, making any attempts to get closer highly risky.

Dragging his eyes towards Rick and Fat Joey, he motioned them to follow as he lead the way towards a convenience store that, like all the buildings in the area, had its windows shattered, no doubt from the explosion.

After taking down a couple of the dead and doing a quick sweep, the trio took their time picking apart the store, searching for any signs of life or of anything valuable.

“Rick,” Negan sing songed, “I couldn't help but notice all yer little friends with you today. I fucking hope you didn't leave my little goldmine you call home with no one to protect it. And that little one-eyed psycho kid of yours doesn't count as protection.”

Clenching his jaw, Rick tried to keep the contempt out of his voice as he replied, “We’ve had an influx of survivors lately, plenty of people to help protect Alexandria while we're away.”

“Is that right? New residents. Huh.”

Letting Rick’s words register in his mind, Negan felt a cold tendril of dread wrap around his heart, something that he hadn't felt in a long fucking time.

“Ya know, Rick, it’s funny you should say that. We've had a whole fucking mob of survivors showing up on our doorstep over the course of a few months.”

Negan watched Rick narrow his eyes in suspicion, before replying, “The Hilltop’s had some new citizens too. That's quite the coincidence.”

Before he could reply, Negan’s walkie went off, informing him that one of the teams had found something. Making sure Rick and Fat Joey were following, Negan made his way towards what appeared to be an indoor carpark with the open spaces in the walls boarded up. Before he could step inside, he was once again interrupted by wis walkie.

“Negan?”

The signal was pretty shitty considering how far away they were from the Sanctuary, but Negan would’ve recognised that accent anywhere, even through all of that static.

“Maria?”

Even Rick managed to pick up on his surprise but it was too unexpected for Negan to try and hide it. Where the fuck did she get a walkie from?!

“You ……back ……-ling them……”

Negan strained to hear her through the crackling of the reception but he had no luck.

“Sweetheart, need you to try that again, you're breakin’ up on me.”

It seemed as though all three men held their breath as they waited for a response, hearing nothing in return.

“Babygirl, can you hear me? You still there?”

Nothing.

Negan didn't leave her with a walkie, meaning she must have gone out of her way to get one just to reach him. That did not bode well for the Sanctuary.

Putting on his mask of confidence to hide his growing worry, Negan resumed making his way into the carpark.

“The fuck are you two waiting for? Let's go, pussies.”

Rick knew all of that swagger was just for show, but he wasn't stupid enough to challenge Negan on it and instead followed behind him after sharing a look with Joey.

The carpark consisted of the ground floor, plus four levels above that. The ground floor was littered with freshly killed walkers, no doubt the work of one of the other teams, and as soon as they made their way up to the first level all three men were on high alert as they saw the first signs of someone making this place home.

Tin cans on wires that must have once been intricately set up as a survivalist alarm system were now laying uselessly on the ground, as well as other knick knacks and homemade devices that would have alerted anyone residing up here of any intruders or stray walkers.

Continuing on their way, the men reached the second floor, taking in the scene before them in shock.

Negan was eerily reminded of the communal living area back at the Sanctuary as he took in the rows upon rows of bedspreads and sleeping bags laid out across the floor. Making his way through, he took note of the things that were left behind, shit no one actually needed anymore. Stepping over books and empty food packets, the trio continued on to the third floor where they met up with Simon and a few Saviors and Alexandrians.

Again, the floor was covered in bedding and personal artifacts.

The group started picking its way through the clutter for anything useful as Simon gestured for Negan to follow him.

“You're gonna wanna see this.”

Simon lead Negan to a small box that was set up near a sleeping bag. Peering into the box, Negan used his gloved hand to grab the only two things in there. The first was a babygrow that was covered in dried blood. Negan breathed a quiet sigh of relief to find that there was no blood on the inside. The second item was a soft, blue, baby blanket. Simon lifted one of the corners and presented it to Negan, looking somewhat disturbed.

The embroidery was not the best work, considering this person stitched it with the dead roaming around just a stone's throw away, however the white was easy enough to read on the blue background - Lucas.

Negan, for once, was speechless as he tried to make sense of all of the random bits of information he received in the span of less than half an hour.

“You guys! You need to see this!”

“Oh what the fuck is it now?!”

Negan didn't know how much more fucked up info, that didn't actually make a lot of sense, he could take, but made his way up to the fourth and final floor anyway, hearing a slight crackle come from his walkie as he does so.

Negan didn't have time to take in the supplies located on this floor, instead, the sight of Rick’s face as he looked over a piece of paper he was just handed made him head directly towards him.

He hadn't seen that look on his face since the night of the lineup when he officially introduced himself and Lucille to Rick and his group.

“Negan?! You there?”

Hearing that sweet voice come through much clearer, Negan reached for his walkie with one hand whilst simultaneously snatching the paper from Rick with the other, almost catching him with Lucille in the process. He brought the walkie to his lips, though words seemed to fail him as he looked at what happened to be a map in his hand.

“Negan? If you can hear thi……to get back right now……I don't know what to do……We need you.”

Negan stared down at the little crosses strategically placed on the map. The little crosses that marked the Sanctuary, Hilltop, Alexandria and even the Kingdom. There were detailed routes on the most efficient ways to get to each community, details on the size of each one and even what types of supplies they had.

“Negan? Please…“

Maria’s broken voice was enough to break Negan away from that troubling map, quickly shoving it into Simon’s hands before replying.

“I'm right here babygirl, don't you worry. We’re coming back darling.”

tagging: @neganisking @backseat-negan

[strawberryspeachy]

Also im sick of obnoxious japanese eaters

Things ive found out are myths here

1) everyones nice.

No. Everyone smiles hard to cover up whatever assholery theyre doing - if theyre supposed to be nice to you. Public people are the same as usual... except theres alot more shoving

2) everything about school

They don’t pay for school. Its free. Just like ours. Except private school. Just like ours

They are not MORE overworked in school nor do they study more. Their rules are much loser. And just like the states, teachers have no real authority- but unlike the states - the students do not fear repercussions. They can be touched though but thats more because japanese people think its fine to touch each other a lot - ya know. Just dont hug as an adult - but all other invading of some kind of private bubble is fine

3) SLURPING No thats not just a “it shows you love the food!” Bs. Just like the states, the people you hear disgustingly slurping just eat loud and are gross... imo... people here dont seem to think its gross but far more people eat like civilized humans and dont slurp everything from solids to actual liquids.

K like every time the past two days ive had to be near people slurping their fucking food and as a person who HATES hearing people eat... its why im bitching here. LETTUCE DOES NOT NEED SLURPED

4) just anything they call “culture” they used a pretty word to cover for “thats just the dumb thing we do here” its literally like if we said aggressively speed driving and cutting people off is new yorkers culture

Japan has a lot of history and traditions. But mostly they have a lot of bs that theyre just too stubborn to acknowledge and change so they lable it culture. Any changes they make are pretty much like when my great grandmother got a cell phone.

She only turned it on to charge it and make a phone call - leave a voicemail saying that she called - and then would turn it back off. It wasnt ever even on long enough for her to need to charge it.

But in her mind no one could complain that she didnt have one. And the only emergency in her mind was her needing to call you - not vice versa. She wouldnt use it for any other purpose and generally resented its existence. She hated watching anyone else use their cell phones to check the time or take pictures or play games or have lenthy conversations.

Yea. Thats basiclly japan with everything new. They have it. But they dont use it , and its possibilities scare them so the old ppl say its not allowed to be used unless the old people need to use it

Sorry man i hate everywhere i am. My aparment is next to a bar that looks permanently closed during the day. I had no clue it was there till after i moved in and the loud karaoke blared into my window every damn night

My train line is a nightmare and if you wanna see the worst japanese people can be. Ride the train during rush hours

My post office is far away and they refuse to ring my doorbell when i have a delivery and instead just leave slip - if you dont hike over in their made up time period they throw your stuff away

No one will actually help you with serious stuff. They just smile and say sorry and run away — customer service. Yea. Not customer service. They could just as easily be a manican with a smiley face - itd serve the same purpose.

Theres too much paperwork constantly all the time about everything

Nothing is online

Another thing that prompted me for this “this is japanese chocolate”

Cool. I got that its japanese. Im in japan. Everything people point out for me “its japanese____” fucking imagine if we felt the need to point out every damn item as “american” in the states. Why? What is the meaning of this?

They gave me a table to sit at at this school. A table. That they make lunch on and put all their supplies on. A dude just kicked my chair as he came over for some shit. Why am i sitting at a table? Very very few japanese people ive worked with dont make me feel like an adopted pet dog that theyre not sure if itll bite. Dog. Not new person. They literlly have the children fetch me...

And ive grown so so very tired of being asked questions with the intention of having me overhype japan while maintaining that im so stupid that i know absolutely nothing about the country

98% of japanese people assume that you think of japan like youve never even heard of their country before arriving and that you just arrived two days ago

Also. Maybe they think their test scores and clases are so much more difficult because they cant seem to fathom that most other countries schools function the same way as theirs

Yesterday a teacher said “ah theyre so overworked. They have alot to remember” i thought she was about to tell me how many units were on their exam or something... no “english, japanese, science, math, history, pe, food class, art! Too many things. Theyre very overworked”

..... are you for real? Im pretty sure every fucking school has those subjects if you switch out japanese for the countries native language.... this is NORMAL

Im sorry. I know the reason anyone talking to me like this might not like me. Cause im not gonna go WOWWW SUGEII?!?!? So much stuff!! Poor them!

No. Yeah? Thats school...

Look im not an asshole to my kids. If they can manage to tell me any information about their life in english or simple japanese i can translate - i act surprised/ or am if their english is super good.

But adults... no man. Learn some stuff about the outside world. Youre not specifical

Also dating boys here is just like back home except they wont block you and they respond less

Instead of getting “nice” “oh” “idk” and “maybe” as there fading messages - they just leave you on read. Or give you some random information that you didnt ask about that has no relevance to the ‘convo’

Also also. “Speak slow” they dont say this in a ‘my english is not good so speak slower’ way. They say this in a ‘i felt really good about my english until you spoke at a normal pace and my classes and ass-kissing white dudes have taught me that enlgish is spoken slow and percisely so if you dont speak with a japanese accent, your fast english is wrong’

Whatever but like... could you return the favor by speaking japanese slowly. Speak it the way you want me to speak english....

Telling them to speak slow results in something like

... nihon..de〜 nan mabdnshsnabsjsnjsbshssnbsjsbsjshsh ka?

Woah ok... something in Japan... couldnt catch the rest of that

Id be more understanding of this. Its hard to speak slow. Lets both acknowledge this and not - teachers compalining to principals and boys... (1) sending me a fucking video on how to speak my own damn language properly

Also. Do you know how upsetting it is to listen to a student say something perfectly but before i get to praise them - have the japanese teacher jump in and “correct” them...... no no dude please. I know youll have a fucking meltdown if i say no your ways wrong. But now this student is so confused desperately staring at me positive theyre correct and all ive come up with to do is smiling and nodding at them while repeating the way they said hoping the japanese teacher wont notice/get offended

Also togo food... if its not american fast food... generally you cant take it to go... its sad. I have no friends. I just wanna take this home to eat in front of my tv. This isnt serious. Its just a minior inconvenience

Also joking... my japanese isnt good enough to joke. And... idk how... cant explain. The other day a student asked whats my favorite food

And another went hamburger?!? Mcdonalds!!?

I wanted to comment.. but. At least elementary students understand sarcasm. Their teachers dont. And whether the middle schoolers understand and just dont care is up in the air.

Oh! And. I was right last week when i didnt trust my teachers saying that the obvious bullying was just a misunderstanding and the obvious targets fault. Another straight up teacher said some kids have left the school because of bullying and theyre really awful when left alone in the rooms... i told him thats why we cant go unsupervised in america. Japan says the students are just perfect upstanding citizens, so much more caring and mature than other students. Nope. Middle schoolers will be middle schoolers no matter what country.

[illusion-of-sea-axes]

Party Crashers

Assasins Gavin Free and Michael Jones are hired to take out a politician at a fundraiser.

(This is a sort of mix between my Eleven Little Roosters AU and their Hitman Immersion video.)

Words:  2517

Ten Little Roosters, all gathered to dine.

One choked on his rage, and then there were nine.

“You look rather top, Mikey.” Gavin murmured, smiling as he readjusted Michael’s red face mask. His own was a pale green that made it difficult to see his dark green-hazel eyes underneath.

“As do you.” The other man, Michael, replied and he straightened out Gavin’s black bow tie. Or at least, he pretended too.

“Although, it is a shame you have to hide those freckles.” He stepped back to observe Michael, who wore a simple dark blue shirt that proudly proclaimed support for some stupid politician named Mike Hawk. Or as Michael called him, Sir Cock. Gavin wore a similar shirt.

The two readjusted their own wigs. Gavin’s was a more vibrant shade of blonde and was smoothed down backwards. Michael’s was a light shade of a similar blonde and hid his dark curls well.

He was also wearing contacts, since the mask didn’t grant him space to wear his glasses as usual. He was alright with that though.

The two linked arms and walked out of the small abandoned room and approached the elevators. Both of them checking each other over. Whether it was because they wanted to confirm their partner was well disguised or for some other personal reason, you wouldn’t know.

The elevator was empty as it rose them up to their destination.

“Ready?” Gavin asked his partner. Obviously it seemed so, but he liked to ask him before the two officially began their job.

“Absolutely.” Michael answered back confidently, just as the doors opened.

The two slipped out into a hallway, merging with a crowd of people as they entered a grand party room with a podium set up in front of a large blue banner matching the design of the shirts which every other attendee was wearing.

“Alright.. How many people will be attending this fundraiser?”

“From what I’ve seen, over two hundred attendees. I wasn’t able to get an exact number.”

“That’s a lot.”

“Yeah, a lot of people to hide behind.”

The only differences among the crowds were the security guards, who wore ear pieces and black overcoats, and the waiters who wore red blazers.

Michael had heard that the security guards were all armed with tasers, and he was sure he could see the outlines of them in their pockets.

In Michael’s own pocket was a sticker and some dissolving poison pills. The sticker had a toxic compound mixed into the adhesive that would seep into the bloodstream within moments.

“How much security are we dealing with?”

“Five. Two upstairs, two downstairs and a bodyguard for Mike Hawk.”

Michael glanced over to Gavin as the two entered the room, pausing by a pillar with a table full of glasses of champagne. He knew full well he had to keep an eye on Gavin. The brit was well known to get drunk when able and that was difficult when on a job.

“To Mike Hawk!” Gavin and Michael cheered as Mike Hawk went on with his speech, clinking their glasses together and then downing their drinks in one swig. One glass or two wouldn’t hurt.

Gavin seemed to think it meant he was allowed to drink more than that.

After Michael set down his empty glass, Gavin took another glass, downed that one, and picked up another to repeat the process.

“Hey, I’m gonna scope out the area real quick.” Michael whispered before walking around his partner to peer at the room they had been informed was the security office. He quickly turned back to his partner as Gavin downed a fourth glass. “Shit, we have a guy standing right outside the security office.”

Gavin picked up another glass. “Let’s just mingle until he clears out.” Michael answered and Gavin handed him two glasses of champagne.

 “Wanna double this?”

“Yeah, yeah, this looks normal. Let’s just get shit faced,” Michael answered, downing one of the glasses while Gavin picked up two more for himself.

Gavin took this moment to take notice that Michael’s british accent was fading. It had been stronger, maybe stronger than Gavin’s, back when they still shared the same body and even after they had first been separated. Of course, this was due to Gavin being the main conscience and not Michael.

The original Michael, as Gavin was told, had not been British and was instead raised in the states. A long way from where Gavin had started his assasin’s career in the United Kingdom. Although, Gavin wasn’t going to complain.

“Alright, he’s moving..” Michael murmured, setting down his second glass. “I’m going in, boi. Watch my back” He whispered and casually walked over where the guard had been before. Gavin wasn’t sure why, but they had started referring to each other as bois. Something Geoff said the original two of them had done often.

Before they were murdered, of course.

 “This is how you champagne.” Gavin poured one of the glasses into another and held it up, causally following Michael. He noticed the guard speaking into his earpiece. He managed to catch ‘position’ and ‘circulating’ but didn’t try to listen too much as he walked away and gave Michael an opportunity to slip into the security office.

Michael wasn’t sure what he expected. The office was small and clearly in need of some proper maintenance. It had several fold able-leg tables stacked in the corner. It seemed more like a storage closet than a maintenance office.

The man smirked as he saw two guard uniforms (black overcoats with a white shirt underneath on a plastic fold-out table, two knives settled beside them.

“These are nice.” Michael murmured, stripping off his facial disguise so it would be easier for him to slip on the uniform. “Maybe I should steal these..” The fabric was smooth and the inside was soft and comfortable. Then again, these guys stood in one position for hours so he wasn’t sure what to expect.

Quickly, he buttoned the overcoat and slipped his mask and wig back on. He picked up one of the knives and dropped it into his overcoat pocket before readjusted his facial disguise one more time to be safe.

Quietly as possible, he slipped through the doors and took a quick look around. However, Gavin wasn’t anywhere in sight.

Michael cursed in his head and closed the doors, approaching the top of the stairway to look down on the crowd in hopes of finding his partner.

Another guard was approaching, likely to change position, and Michael quickly slipped out of his way as inconspicuous as possible.

Taking on the stance that the guards had (crossing their arms in front of them), Michael slowly approached the crowd, doing his best to hide his mounting frustration. They may be partners, but this was an annoyingly common occurrence. He internally made a promise to murder him, even though he’d never be able to do it, it made him feel slightly better.

Michael slowly shifted back up the stairs as the guard moved away again. He was surprised (and relieved) to see Gavin standing in the corner. For a moment, Gavin tensed at the sight of Michael before realizing it was his partner and not an actual security guard.

“Thank god, I was worried you got drunk and ran off somewhere to do something stupid.”

“Have a little faith in me, Mikey.” Gavin casually replied, sipping from what was probably his eighth champagne glass.

“I can never have faith in you when you’re surrounded by alcohol. You arse.”

Gavin shrugged and Michael put a hand in his pocket, showing Gavin the knife handle.

“I got the knife. We could just get ‘im on the way out.” Michael whispered, dropping it back in his pocket and resuming his guard-like stature next to his partner. Gavin turned and pointed with his glass, almost like he was toasting someone.

“M’kay, then. How ‘bout this?” He gently nudged Michael in the arm when his attention shifted to some of the attendees walking around them. They would have to be quick or they’d become suspicious.”We’ll wait for them to be over there, right?” He gestured to the room next to the security office where the attendees that were coming up the stairs were heading towards.

“Don’t-don’t point.” Michael hissed and Gavin lowered his hand and took another sip of his champagne before continuing.

For a brief moment, they had the space at the top of the stairs to themselves.

“He’s having drinks, right. I’ll take out his body guy, you take out him. We’ll come down and kill that guy on the way out.” He gestured to the guard at the doorway. “Well, let’s mingle, shall we?”

“Let’s mingle.” Michael answered, pushing his mask up a bit as Gavin walked ahead of him, drinking the rest of his champagne.

“Aww man, all the booze is gone, ya see that?” Gavin answered as they walked back down the stairs and saw the now empty table that once held a bunch of champagne glasses.

Michael heard the static-y sound coming from the guards’ ear pieces and was sure they were looking at him and Gavin.

 “You know, maybe we should pretend like we know each other.” Gavin whispered as he picked up a random glass from a table. Damn, he needed to slow down.

“No, that’s fine, we don’t.” Michael answered, his voice quiet before he slightly raised it to speak again. “Sir, Sir, back off sir.” His faint accent seemed to vanish briefly as he took on a more authoritative tone of voice, sounding less like a party-goer and more like the role he was dressed up for.

“Sorry, Sorry. I just- wanted to make friends.” Gavin seemed to stumble over his words a little bit as Michael (kinda begrudgingly) put some distance between them. “I’m kinda socially awkward at these.” A few attendees cast him annoyed glances and Michael forced himself to not snap at them for it.

The politician was approaching now, surrounded an entourage of attendees, his bodyguard, and his announcer.

Michael glanced back around to let Gavin know, not trusting the brit to be observant after all the champagne he’d had. He quickly caught sight of him and walked over, drifting by slowly to whisper to him. “Target is approaching, target is approaching.” He hissed to Gavin who picked up another glass and slowly walked over to the politician, worming his way through the attendees swarming around him.

Gavin silently pulled the poisoned sticker out of his pocket and stripped off the back, walking over to the bodyguard who stood by the wall.

“Hey, thanks for doing all the work you do.” Gavin whispered, attaching the sticker to the guard’s hand and casually walking away as the poison worked into the guard’s bloodstream and caused him to slump against the wall and slide down.

He could hear another nearby guard talk into his earpiece. Gavin could only pick up ‘back up’ but that was a good enough hint that he should get the fuck out.

Michael slowly walked up behind the politician as he took a sip out of his champagne glass. As he did, Michael slipped out the knife and stabbed it into the man’s back. Repeatedly.

He was always the one to go a little overkill.

The man cried out in pain, blood gurgling in his throat as he staggered back and then fell to the floor. He quickly walked out of view of the attendees, reuniting with Gavin who took the same route of action.

“What’s going on?” Some of the attendees were calling out

“Did you see who did that?” Michael asked, keeping with his cover as he joined Gavin on the stairs.

“That guy there was suspicious.” Gavin answered, pointing at a random attendee. His british accent was easily identifiable.

“Dude, I went all over him.” Michael whispered to Gavin, failing to keep the chuckle out of his voice though the others were too loud to hear it, thankfully. Gavin smiled back at him.

“I’m going to go take out that guy, you keep walking.” Michael whispered, pulling out another poison sticker and stripping off his back as he joined another guard who was pointing at random attendees.

“Take off your masks. Everyone take off your masks.”

“I’ve seen a suspicious individual around here.” Michael added, quickly attaching the sticker to the back of the guard’s neck. He let out a small noise of shock and then collapsed to the floor as the poison took effect.

“There’s a guard sick back there.” Michael called out as he walked away from the now dead guard and into the sea of attendees.

Gavin passed by a waiter who was still handing out drinks and he gratefully took one. “Don’t mind if I don’t.” The champagne was nicer than what Gavin had been able to have in a while. Besides, if they were going to be convincing, he may as well drink a couple glasses.

He quickly found Michael approaching the now unguarded door, everyone else’s attention turned on the three dead bodies now on the floor making it easy to walk over.

Gavin cast another look around, glass still in hand as Michael opened the door. He slipped out and held the door open as Gavin walked in. In a moment of drunk victory, he made a cheers gesture with his glass before joining Michael outside.

Another successful job.

As the two quickly made their way out of the building, Gavin sipped on his champagne.

The two slipped in Michael’s car. Once they were safe inside the vehicle, Michael pushed up his mask and his head slumped against the headrest.

“Whoo! We did it.” He let out a faint chuckle and pulled off the wig and the mask, carelessly throwing it into the backseat. Gavin did the same. Their hair was ruffled, but it was totally fine seeing as they were no longer really in a formal setting and they never genuinely cared about it in the first place. He rose up his champagne and downed the rest of it.

“Hell yeah!” He added, smiling. Michael turned to him.

“I think I should stop bringing you to places with alcohol.” He said as Gavin set down the glass.

“Noo.” He whined, leaning back and looking at Michael.

“.. Damnit, Gav.” He groaned, slipping his car key out of his pocket and starting the vehicle. “I can’t believe we shared a body at some point.”

“Awww.” Gavin whined and Michael rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, Gav. Let’s just get back to that Burns guy and get our paycheck and then we can go home and just sleep and watch TV.” Michael loved the thought of passing out in the enormous bedroom back in their apartment. It had been a long day to him with obtaining the disguises and other preparations.

“And swimmy bevs?”

Michael cast a glance at the car’s digital clock as they quietly pulled onto the road. It was pretty late now.

“... We’ll see.”

“Yay.” Gavin cheered, earning another smile from his partner. “I love you Mikey.”

“Love ya too, Gav.”

[s3venpounds]

1-64. 65 What is the worst thing you have ever done to a friend?

65 questionsssssssssss yeeeeeeeeee boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii letsss fucking goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo thanks for the ask btw! also sorry for late reply

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

honestly sometimes, the whole “ life is a simulation” got me kinda scared ya never know

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

1. because im not afraid of the dark im afraid of what can be in it that im not aware of

3. The person you would never want to meet?

idk. cuz if i say someone i hate then i can’t physically meet them to punch them

4. What is your favorite word?

love

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

idk whichever lives for millions of years i wanna be like those giant ass trees that you see in animes that are like whole cities wide

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

should i finally cut my hair? or do i perservere

7. What shirt are you wearing?

my ed sheeran concert shirt

8. What do you label yourself as?

someone with the capacity of good but chooses to be an asshole

9. Bright room or dark room?

bright room

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

seeing if my new friends were playing games so i can join

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

21

12. Who told you they loved you last?

off the top of my head? my mom pretty sure. 

13. Your worst enemy?

myself, my fears, hesitation and past mistakes?

14. What is your current desktop picture?

its a picture of hinata shoyo from Haikyuu!! doing a spike with wings on his back!

15. Do you like someone?

yes.

16. The last song you listened to?

Jacob Lee Slip

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

trump

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

trump. and i want like brass knuckles when i punch. 

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

probably a volleyball coach/ trainer or a professional volleyball player to just drill basics into me and make me a better player. (that or just gal gadot to like help me clean up my life and give me life advice)

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

i guess my energy? its a fucking mess though cuz sometimes i get tired after like 4 minutes of activity but then sometimes i get like a second wind and i just go for hours 

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

i mean there was that snapchat trend of every guy making a female version of themselves so i guess theres that. i would definitely try anything i could. periods, cramps, catcalls, masturbating anything i could so i truly understand what women have to go through every day of their lives

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

im a very open person so most of my obscure talents are known but i am kinda proud of how i can name pokemon by just hearing their cries limited to like the first 3 generations tho lmao

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

what happens after we die

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

i wanna make the most bougie sandwich in the world. I want abelone, puffin, black truffle, caviar, just all that super high end shit

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

save it. im going on a trip somewhere out of the city and i could use the extra pocket money

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

venice italy. no question.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

oh shit booze! i love me some booze! i guess it would have to be like smirnoff kissed caramel vodka, or this one whiskey i saw a video of irish people drinking american whiskeys

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? 

dont be a fucking dickhead idk. i can’t make concrete rules cuz theres loopholes

29. What is your favorite expletive?

definitely fuck just because i say it more than actual normal words

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

haha “loved ones” lmao. oh uhhh my letters from D.O when we were kids. that or my journal

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

my dads abuse. oh wait no then thats free forgiveness for him lmao no uhhh one of my past relationships. it was a mess and i still struggle a little with it

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

Venice italy. that or greece or rome idk. i really like their aesthetic with small white houses, small walkways and all that

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

Steve irwin or Robin williams. or just to make a couple people near me happy, Kyle Fundytus

34. What was your last dream about?

uhhh I kissed the person I’m currently interested in. not just a normal dream too I felt everything. it was crazy. Felt, their hands, warmth, lips, body against mine and even their skin it was just magical.

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

boyfriend? honestly? idk. i’d like to think that i am but from what I know apparently im not

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

yes and no? i guess? i had one of those shots you give to enfants when their family is moving to a new country and i still have the scar so possibly? i mean technically any baby born in a hospital has been admitted to one lmao

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

YES AND SOME OLDER KIDS BROKE IT DOWN AND USED IT AS A BENCH . I fought them and got sent tot he principals office

38. What is the color of your socks?

im not wearing any.... but i do have a favourite pair of green ones that have a print of pringles sour cream n onion on it!

39. What type of music do you like?

Jazz, big band, kpop, RNB, rap, rock, swing music, electro...? sort of?

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

i can’t choose, I love both and have fond memories of both

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

Vanilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa maybe some caramel in it

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

uhh i dont know much about football but i can say i would support my local team edmonton eskimos

43. Do you have any scars?

a ton! i love em! its like the sentimental stuff i keep in my closet but on my body and i always trace my finger over them whenever im just in the mood to reminisce

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

im not currently taking the courses i need to get my dream job but i’d love to be a power ranger either the stunt double or the cheesy actor. that or a school councilor

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

how dependant i am on others. i hate it. if i was alone i dont think i’d survive. i need other people

46. Are you reliable?

I like to think that i am though again, you’d have to ask my friends

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

Did you find her?

48. Do you hold grudges?

hell.yes. if you couldnt tell i reallllllllllly hate my dad. like really.

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

whatever animals it takes to make dragons a thing again

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

I would have to say when this random stranger came up to me to complain about the transit system because the one in vancouver was so much better apparently. dude went on a 20 minute rant and i just drowned him out with music and pretended to “pause” my music while nodding like i understood

51. Are you a good liar?

not sure. I think i am considering my parents dont know half the shit i did AHEHEHEHE

52. How long could you go without talking?

couple days. long as i got my music.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

god there was this one christmas where my parents gave me like a stereotypical suburban kid hair cut where the whole head is like flattened with hair gel the at the forehead its just a tall wall of spiked hair. BUT HERES THE KICKER. they dyed half the wall red and half green for christmas. god it was awful

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

does cheesecake cupcakes count?

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

ive been told i can do a good russian one, chinese too

56. What do you like on your toast?

nutella omg. fresh toast with gooey nutella? god its so good

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

uhmmm some secret stuff for a friends personal project

58. What would be you dream car?

Dodge Viper

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

I love singing in the shower when no ones home. I can only sing when no ones home cuz the walls in this house are thin AS FUCK. 

60. Do you believe in aliens?

i believe we’re not the only ones out here but due to how we’re literally killing our own kind and planet for no good reason they choose to ignore us

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

yep! all the time! whenever i get my hands on the local paper i read my horoscope while i wait on the train or if theres a horoscope thing on tumblr!

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

X idk x is just cool

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

dragons are you kidding me? dragons are dinosaurs that can fly. AND BREATHE FIRE

64. What do you think about babies?

I dont think im a good father figure but spending time with kids is a pretty okay time for me long as its not long term lmao 

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

What is the worst thing you have ever done to a friend?

I punched them full force in the stomach for calling me emo. it was a bad day but lo and behold that person became my best friend loooooooooooool