#i felt so bad for my coworker bcs she's one of the ones my managers just decided she doesn't like for no reason

[moeblob]

Rice. From my plot that's literally just a game of chess. (he's a rook)

[onrainynights]

I'm about to be so annoying btw

[jiyoos]

one of my managers triggered my ocd so bad and now i feel like everyone at work secretly thinks i am a horrible person and i want to quit and i know it’s not real but like!!!!!!

[faetealights]

anyway i did a BIG fucking release on tuesday n its fucked me up for the last 48hrs. whoop

[thatguywrites]

His Utah

It's not that Mateo doesn't date in the workplace, it's that he's already dating his own Utah

A/N: Reader goes to Carnegie Mellon bc I wish I could + It's in Pittsburgh, but reader also doesn't appear in most of this lmao...

While you spent your days at university, laboring away in math classes and the library, Mateo was hard at work, both treating patients and gathering gossip to fuel your nightly cuddle session over tea and hot chocolate.

Being a nurse definitely had it's perks in that area, and Perlah and Princess were more willing to share their coveted info with a fellow nurse rather than a doctor, and knowing it was for his 'cute aesthetic college boyfriend' made them even more willing.

The moment he got to work that fateful day, he knew it would be good for gossip, with the new interns coming in, and Dr. Robby's mood clearly being on it's last thread. It going to be a big day.

What he didn't expect, was Dr. Javadi. He'd become used to everyone knowing about his relationship, and that he was gay. It was hard to hide his sudden improvemnt in mood the previous year, particularly when your coworkers are the nosiest people on Earth. He didn't wear it across his chest, you never knew who you would come across after all, but he did feel it was rather obvious.

So when in the middle of treating Earl, Javadi began stumbling her way through asking him out, he was a bit caught off guard.

"I was just wondering what nurses do after their shifts"

Mateo frowned, he really didn't know. He always just went back home to you. "In terms of what?"

"You know, do they ever, like, go out together... like, hang out to decompress after a shift or anything?"

"Yeah, sometimes" He never went, but the others seemed to be fans "I mean most of us are just happy to get the hell out of here. Personally, I'm all about a long, long, hot shower," preferably with you, but that wasn't for Earl's ears, "comfy sweats, eating some takeout infront of the TV, ideally watching something that makes me laugh"

Maybe he was being a bit mean, but he had a whole nightly routine with you, cuddling on the couch, gossiping, snacking. It really was what got him through shifts sometimes. Telling that to someone who clearly liked him? Maybe a bit harsh.

"Yeah, I can see that." Victoria seemed to move on, but her mouth didn't seem to cooperate. "I'm not imagining it in my mind, of course. I just mean that I can- I can see the appeal. I was just asking because, you know, since we work together maybe we could grab a coffee together sometime, and you could help me, get the lay of the land, so to speak?"

By now Mateo just found her kinda funny, he was confident in his looks, and had you to back him up if needed, and she was just a sweet intern stumbling her way through her first day, he kinda felt bad that he was taken. Maybe some other nurse would sweep her off her feet.

In the middle of his sandwich, Earl interrupted his thoughts "You, asking him out?"

As Victoria quickly denied his claims, Mateo couldn't help but chuckle. This was one hell of a first day for her indeed between passing out and a failed attempt at asking him out, and he knew he should cut her off before she embarrassed herself further.

"It's just that I'm- I'm new here, and so I thought-"

"I don't date people in the work place, it's nothing personal. It's just never a good idea." Not technically false. He'd met you at a Café where he returned every Saturday morning just to catch you studying, and to pine from afar. Before one day you approached him for being a creep, but he somehow managed to charm you into having coffee with him instead.

As Victoria continued to stutter along, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of you. Once Dr. McKay whisks her away, Earl turns to him, smirk on his face, "You got someone at home, don't you"

"And what if I do?"

He chucked, "Well then you ought to go get me a sandwich for having to sit through that terrible interaction"

"Alright Earl, egg salad?" He quips, walking backwards out the room, as Earl grumbles about how he should know better by now. He certainly does.

That night in the park, you were again brought up, certainly to Javadi's chagrin.

"So, Diaz, how's Y/N doing at Carnige?"

One little question tossed out by Princess was all it took for a huge smile to break out on his face, as small blush rising, as the group began to tease as they did every time, only Javadi looking lost.

"Y/N?"

"Uh, yeah. He's kinda, kinda my own Utah, you could say." Victoria's jaw dropped, and her cheeks flushed instantly as she curses out Dana under her breath. "No worries, no worries. He's doing good, but speaking of him, I do have to get home, it's movie night"

"Tell him I say hi!" Princess calls out

"As always" He responds as he walks away to your shared apartment.

As he opened the door, he finds you relaxing on the couch, browsing the Netflix catalog as you slowly snacked on room temperature popcorn. He can't help but take a moment to admire you're relaxed state, not put together, not working on school, just looking for movies. Once he begins to shed his work gear, you snap out of your trance, a smile breaking out onto your face as you come up to him and great him after his long day.

"Hey baby, long day?" He wraps you in his arms, nodding into your neck, too tired to speak "Alright baby, shower first, then do you have any gossip for me?"

As you pull away he has a huge grin across his face "Goodness baby, you wouldn't believe all that's happened today, Utah"

"Utah?"

"After our shower, baby"

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pity party // claire redfield

Claire x Reader Smut wc: 2180 mdni - 18+ i got a new job!! anyway. claire. rewrote this twice bc i couldn't decide where i wanted them to fuck tbh. in my heart this is older!claire, but you can read it literally however you want. not proofread.

summary: Being Claire's plus one to her work party only dredges up old insecurities.

content: afab reader, fem reader, fingering, squirting, jealousy & insecurity re: cheating, public sex, alcohol ment. & use, claire's unnamed ex

This party fucking sucks.

You’re overdressed, embarrassed, still fighting off the chill from an unexpected motorcycle ride. Claire had told you she would pick you up. She just forgot to mention it would be on her bike. She had also forgotten to mention that this work party was super casual.

Claire had laughed when you opened the door to greet her, quickly assuring you that you looked great before you had the chance to crawl into your skin and die -- it just wasn't that sort of party. You must have looked like some sort of kicked puppy, because she’d laid the compliments on thick. Deflated, you'd offered to change, but there just wasn't enough time, and it would look bad if she was late – a whole slew of excuses. Heels and all, you had clambered onto Claire's bike.

You’d felt like an idiot, click-clacking after her in your heels and your pretty dress, being introduced to Claire’s friends and coworkers rapid-fire. You can't keep names and faces straight, but they look right past you and focus on Claire. Can't say you blame them for that.

 It's a casual party, all right. Way, way casual. You look at odds holding your red solo cup in your pretty dress and your once shiny (now scuffed) heels, like a period actor with a cell phone. You don't know any of these people, and they're all clamoring for Claire's attention. You’d figured out pretty quickly that it was going to be difficult to pull her away from the center of things and resign yourself to the drink table. If she was your ride, you were at least going to take the chance to get hammered and forget that you looked like a dolled up tart.

Despite all the rancid ‘don’t talk to me, I’m drowning my sorrows and this is not a group activity’ vibes you keep putting off, a mousy woman who seems equally intent on getting plastered has taken up the spot next to you, going two drinks to your one. You miss her name in the deluge of information that she rattles off, but catch her job description. Office manager - seems about right. It doesn't take long for her to drift into gossip.

Most of it is banal. Your eyes search for Claire in the crowd and find her leaned against a bar top, talking to an unfamiliar face. They're all unfamiliar, sure, but Claire hadn't introduced you to this one. They lay a hand on Claire's arm, let it slide down slow - hold her for a moment. Your eyes narrow.

"What's up with that?" You gesture towards your girlfriend with your beer, bitterness soaking your words. Either your companion is too steeped in alcohol to pick it up, or she's savoring this drama herself.

"Oh - yeah, they used to have a thing. Like, way before they started working together, so it's all like, ethically above board, and --"

The woman keeps talking even though you're not hearing a goddamn word anymore. You nod along politely, tight smile pulling your face taut. Your eyes never leave Claire and who you now know to be her ex. Ex what, you don’t know. Maybe it was serious, maybe it wasn't. Doesn’t matter. They're an ex something. Currently, though, very close. Too close. Brushing Claire’s hair from her face - yeah, actually, you know what, fuck this.

Fuck this so hard. You’d walk home.

You chunk your drink into the trash and teeter away unsteadily for the bathroom. You’re too wrapped up in your own misery to have seen Claire push her ex’s hand away, or to see her look your way - you hear her raise her voice, but shut it out quickly behind the flimsy bathroom door before you can parse her words.

Stupid fucking party. Stupid fucking girlfriend and her magnetic presence, and her pretty smile that draws everyone in. You splash cold water in your face, trying to come to your senses. Barely two beers in and you’re acting like an idiot.

You don’t hear her slip in the door. She doesn’t knock - why would she. Claire drapes herself over your back, her arms slipping around your waist loosely. You jump, knock your head against her chin and leave her swearing, muttering jesus, hun, it’s just me, before she melts into a chuckle. Her hand rubs at your head, soothes you instead of herself.

“You okay?” She asks, as if she doesn’t already know the answer.

“Yeah.”

Claire’s generous. She gives you a whole, agonizingly slow five seconds to retract that before she calls you on it.

“Okay. Because you kinda stormed off.”

She’s not just generous, you realize, she’s cautious. Like she knows you’re spring-loaded and ready to snap. That only makes you grit your teeth.

“Yeah, well, I’m just kind of over this.”

“The party? We just got here–”

“And you’re already getting real comfortable,” you snap, spinning in her arms to face her. It’s hard to miss the accusation, even if it’s not outright. Claire’s mouth thins into a hard line.

You can see her working through it all. The uncharitable part of you thinks she’s coming up with some excuse, some way to worm her way out of this. She takes a slow, deep breath.

“Okay,” she says. “Okay, look, if this is about her– we work together, hun. I can’t just avoid her.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to get close.”

“I’m not, babe, I’m –”

Claire stops herself. A hand leaves your waist to pinch at the bridge of her nose. Another deep, steadying breath. You turn away from her again, back to face the sink. The silence chokes you, makes angry tears spring to your eyes. 

Her hand slides up your thigh, following the curve of your body up towards the apex of your thigh. You push at her wrist. She’s trying to switch tactics, and you’re having none of it.

“Claire–”

“Let me apologize. Okay? I’m sorry for dragging you to this party. I’m sorry I sprung all this on you. And I’m very sorry for not warning you about my ex.”

Your jaw clenches. You shouldn't let her do this. Being with her is like training a dog - consistency is key. She’ll take the inch and the mile then come back asking for more. You’ve already embarrassed yourself at this party. If you get caught like this, your life is so over.

But Claire litters kisses against your skin, whispers please so sweetly in your ear. Her fingers slip beneath your top, graze against your belly in a way that makes your stomach flip and your nipples tighten.

“I want a proper apology and a proper talk,” you say. Your hands grip the counter tightly. You watch her in the mirror, see her face fall and her eyes darken. She sighs against your neck, her shoulders sagging against you. “After you're done.”

It’s like you flipped a lightswitch. Claire’s smile brightens immediately, ignites a hungry spark in her eyes. She drops a kiss against your shoulder, drags her nose along the curve of your neck. Her hair falls against your neck. The bright, summery scent of her perfume envelops you and coaxes you back against her, her hands roving leisurely against your side, your stomach, your hips. She never needed much of an invitation to explore you.

Your eyes are locked on the mirror, watching the door for any sign of movement. The pleasure building in the pit of your stomach barely outweighs the prickle of anxiety that blankets your skin.

Her lips press against your neck. She's well-behaved until your head lolls to the side, your anxiety smoothed into a pleasant tingle by her kisses

“Relax,” Claire whispers, voice cloying. On her best behavior.

Your brow furrows. You have half a mind to pull away, tell her this is a stupid idea, that she’ll get in so much trouble if someone walks in. Her thumb brushes over your clit through your panties. You whine In the back of your throat, a pathetic, needy sound that makes Claire press a laugh into your hair. She shushes you, almost sounds gleeful about it - bet she’s real proud of herself for that one.

Fuck. Now you're mad at yourself.

“Hurry up,” you mumble. She’d make this last the rest of the party if you let her. Keep you trapped away in this bathroom til you’re sore and chafed.

Claire laughs. Low and soft, right next to your ear. Her thumb rolls over your clit again and again. It's hard to tell which is making you drip more. Her hand finally slips beneath the fabric to touch you for real, long fingers parting your lips.She stays just shy of where you want her, fingers spreading to rub the sides of your clit at the last possible moment, taunting you with the promise of direct contact, of the pad of her finger rolling against you again and again.

“I could do this for hours.” She purrs. Her teeth nip at your neck. She sucks a mark onto your skin, her tongue laving over the spot again and again to seal it in, make sure it takes. She finally gives you what you want. Your hips jut against her hand, chasing more touch, more feeling.

“They’re gonna see,” you whine, wiggling in her grip. You just know she’s get the blood flush to the top, a mark that will take a week to fade.

“Good.”

Heat soaks through you. She presses a finger into your needy hole, crowding you over the sink and bending you to the angle she needs, the angle she knows is best for ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. You keen, poor little thing, and she joins another finger to your core, grinding the meat of her palm against your clit, and drumming a harsh pace. It’s so easy to move you where she wants you. You’re so malleable beneath her hands, the deceptive strength that guides you where you need to be, where she wants you. Rocking against her rhythm is pointless. You fall out of step quickly, unable to do more than try to keep your knees from buckling while her fingers drill into your cunt.

Her other hand slides up your body, squeezing handfuls of your tummy along the way. It's far from worshipful. The way she grips you, tugs you back into her with each pull - it's obsessive.

Her palm flattens to slip into the valley between your breasts. She spreads her fingers tantalizingly slow. She paws at your breast, feather-light and teasing for all of five seconds before she gives in and squeezes. Patience has never been her virtue.

“Did you get jealous, baby?” she coos, taunting. Her fingers hit against you just right, no gentle massaging, no torturous pull of pleasure - just the electric feeling lighting through your veins and the sloppy noise you can hardly believe is coming from your own body.

“Mmhmm,” you whine, your eyes squeezing shut tightly. Claire squeezes your other tit, rougher than the first and Jesus Christ, when you manage to open your eyes for two seconds and catch your reflection in the mirror you realize you’re drooling, a quickly cooling trail down your chin.

“I'm three knuckles deep in your pussy and you’re still thinking about my ex?” Her fingers curl the moment you open your mouth, massaging that spot that sets a bomb off in your core, floods your limbs with mind-numbing sensation. You rock back into her, toes curling, thighs caving inwards and trapping her arm in a plush prison. 

You snap in her hands, hot, wet rush soaking Claire’s fingers and the rug tangled up between your feet. Claire slips her tongue into your mouth and drinks down every noise you make, her kiss bruising and her fingers still drilling into your cunt, her eyes locked onto the mirror, savoring every reaction she rips from you.

You have to push at her wrist again to get her to withdraw. She’d keep doing this if you let her, you know she would. It’s her turn to whine and pout. She winds her hand up over your shoulder just to suck her fingers clean.

“Unbelievable,” you breathe out. The noises she’s making are obscene, slurping your taste off of her digits in a way that makes your stomach flip all over again, clit throbbing for more attention.

“Right?” she agrees, cheeky little grin making her look younger. “That was like record speed for me. I could have taken way longer. Really drawn it out.”

You snort. The look you level her with must be pretty damn serious, because she doesn’t keep rambling. 

You can’t stop staring at the dark, wet patch you’ve left on the bathmat. Your brow furrows. Claire follows your eyes, trying to see what the matter is. She points to herself. You shake your head. She looks behind her, shrugs, can’t quite figure out what the matter is.

“Made a mess,” you mumble, embarrassment lacing your tone. You nudge at the edge of the mat with your toe. “They’re gonna know.”

Claire rolls her eyes. She flips the sink on, cups water in her hands, and slings it onto the same bathmat you had just squirted all over.

“There,” she says, more exasperated than accomplished. “See? Totally normal. It’s a bathroom. Things get wet in bathrooms. Like you.”

But it’s hard to be enamored with the way she looks on her knees for you when you can’t stop staring at the dark, wet patch you’ve left on the bathmat. Your brow furrows. Claire follows your eyes, trying to see what the matter is. She points to herself. You shake your head. She looks behind her, shrugs, can’t quite figure out what the matter is.

She sets her hands on your hips, turning you to face her. Claire guides your panties up your legs, sets them back in place for you. You smile, affection blooming in your chest. Such a lady, after everything.

Or maybe you’ve spoken too soon, because she makes a point to kiss your clit through your panties before she pulls your dress back down.

[asteroidzzzn]

stargirl | part 4

pairing: leadsinger!ellie x bassist!reader

warnings: cursing, smoking, drinking, eventual sexual themes, ellies still closed off, reader is ridiculously delulu for a while, kinda angst im so sorry

songs in this chapter: do i wanna know - arctic monkeys

word count: 2.1k

a/n: i put my whole asterussy into this. also changed the pairing thing bc reader made a bit of a career change

summary: now that you're officially a the fireflies bassist, you're going on tour, where trouble will be looking for you.

it all arrived sooner than you thought it would. sooner than you were prepared for. you were told you were given twenty five to thirty minutes to get up on stage, sing some songs, and leave. you had good songs prepared, and you would practice all night in the hotel room before you performed.

seemed simple enough, right?

it was only a stadium nearly sold out by ten thousand people, maybe even more. and worst of all, you would have to sing. you had wished there was a contract you signed after joining the band, saying there was no way in hell you would sing in front of an audience, let alone a song you wrote.

but your mouth failed you when ellie asked you to be the one to sing the duet with her. yes was the only answer you could manage. for some reason, you felt a bit more at ease when you noticed the flash of a smile on her face your words caused.

you were getting used to ellie. you knew nothing about her past, but to be fair, she knew nothing about yours. it was surface level for the most part, except for...

you couldn't stop thinking about the journal. her songs. the trust she must have had in you. the lyrics. it made your head spin when you lingered on the memory. her masked grins, the blush hidden under her freckled cheeks, the way she sounded when she laughed gently, and how you had thought about bottling it up and selfishly keeping it just to yourself.

the way you had learned so much in that one night, yet so little. there were embarrassing instances where you would upset ellie by doing something so ordinary, such as complimenting her tattoo, and asking who did it. dina would pull you aside, muttering that "it's not about you, she's just having a bad day."

she never brought up the night when you shared your songs with each other. by the next morning, it was back to the tolerating sort of distance that was safe enough and never changing.

she treated you like a coworker.

༊*·˚

you were in the car, headphones in your ears playing a calming melody while you were half asleep. jesse rested with one hand on the wheel as dina curled up in the passenger seat, trying to get some sleep as well. ellie tapped a rhythm on her thighs and whistled a soft tune.

you yawned quietly and shifted around, pulling your blanket higher up to your neck. you made sure to keep distance between you and ellie. back in june, you found out the hard way that ellie didn't quite appreciate physical touch as much as the average person.

she mumbled something you didn't understand with your headphones in. apparently, the blanket had shifted off her lap when you tugged it towards yourself on the other side of the car.

her hand ghosted over your neck, leading up to your ear, sending harsh chills down your spine. your gaze shot to hers when she pulled one of the buds out of your year, and leaned closer to your face to whisper.

"don't steal the blanket, it's freezing."

you scoffed and paused your music. "is that really what you woke me up to say?"

"well, yeah. do you want me to die of hypothermia?"

"you'll live. and i'm not stealing it, because it's mine," you said, turning your head away to face the car door.

"oh, that's my bad. i thought it was your little sisters or something. cause, y'know," she said under her breath, but you caught it.

"i'll have you know, people of any age can own a disney blanket."

"whatever you say, princess."

your eyes widened against the blanket. you attempted to level your voice.

"saying shit like that will have you dying of hypothermia," you teased back over your shoulder.

"wait, no, actually. i'm really cold," she huffed out air in amusement, and promptly shivered.

you let out a heavy sigh. "okay, fine," you adjusted to sit in the middle seat, avoiding looking at her entirely as your thighs pressed together, but she didn't seem phased.

your head fell back against the headrest. you watched the stars fly by through the sunroof until sleep found you once more.

about an hour later, the car hit a bump. immediately after, jesse hissed, throwing a hushed, "sorry, guys!" towards the backseat.

your heads flew forward. you winced at the harsh awakening and glanced to your right. ellie had twisted to have her torso leaning on yours, as her head rested on your shoulder.

your breath hitched. she woke up quickly and pressed her hands on the seat to sit up, distancing herself from you.

you opened your mouth. an apology, maybe? your mouth closed. your gaze remained on ellie's. her expression was unreadable, but you could tell she was exhausted.

her voice was smaller than you had ever heard it when she finally spoke up.

"...just...for..."

you barely registered her breaths as words. her touch was light. she settled back into the position with her head on your shoulder.

you didn't dare say a word.

༊*·˚

you checked into the hotel at four in the morning, the next day. you were barely conscious of what you were doing, where you were going. dina handled the logistics, as she was the only one who had gotten enough sleep to be functioning at the early hour.

you trudged into the room. it was beautiful and spacious. two large beds were lined up on the left wall, a sliding glass door that led to a balcony with chairs and plants, a coffee table, a television, two closets, and a bathroom, with a shower and a bathtub.

while hauling your belongings onto the first bed you saw, dina explained that she and jesse would leave the door between the neighboring rooms unlocked in case you or ellie needed anything.

if it weren't four in the morning, you would have come up with a quick excuse to switch rooms. to not be stuck with ellie for a week straight, sleeping just a few feet apart.

unfortunatly for you, you nodded and let her slip away. the door clicked shut.

sheets rustling behind you and crickets chirping were the only two noises to be heard. you saw ellie had slung her suitcase on the bed and begun unpacking her clothing to fold them into her bedside drawer.

if it weren't four in the morning, you would have made a quip at her, something along the lines of, "you don't look like someone that folds their clothes so neatly."

there were a lot of things you would have done differently if it weren't four in the morning.

you stole a glance at her, that lasted a moment too long. she caught your eyes, and stared back. you said nothing. a silent agreement, that the events of this night, as well, would be left to be forgotten. never mentioned again. a secret. your secret.

it was a sudden, uncharacteristically timid habit you and ellie found yourselves doing.

glimpses hidden. the pointless acts of kindness, because one of you happened to remember a small detail. just by chance. nervous hands stilled by another pair. and there was nothing more. it meant nothing, you would tell yourself. there were just two hands searching for warmth, finding each other under tables, out of view.

there weren't jokes between the two of you. teases that could be interpreted in a way that meant things were real.

maybe this was just an act of convenience. maybe she did this with anderson, too. maybe you weren't all that special, or all that different.

but you couldn't deny the way she made you feel. so special, and so noticed.

on friday night, the four of you were huddled on the floor.

"you good, man?" jesse nudged you with his bottle, and took a swig. he passed it back to you.

you nodded with your eyes screwed shut due to the taste of the alcohol. you swallowed.

"i'm nervous. i haven't sung in so long, and i've never been in front of an audience this big. i'm terrified, actually," you said, your head beginning to buzz. your hand raised for you to take a large sip, but ellie caught your arm.

"hey, easy up on that. can't be hungover on stage."

"don't act like you care that much," you said, a pent-up hint of rage in your voice. you were angry at her. you were angry at her for being able to be so kind sometimes, yet so distant and strange, and everything else without a single explanation. but you needed to stop. before the alcohol urged you to say things that were meant to be unsaid. ellie's tongue poked her cheek as her eyebrows furrowed.

she ignored your comment. "we should practice the bridge of do i wanna know."

"i just need to get some sleep," you mumbled, pushing against the floor to stand up, but she dragged you right back down by your shirt. her tone became stern.

"we're practising. i won't let you get up there and embarrass me tomorrow. you said you were ready for this, so act like it," she emphasized her words with points directly at your chest.

"fine," you spat, digging into the pile of sheets scattered around for the song. ellie plugged in her guitar, and flipped a few switches.

"what are you doing?"

"i said we're practicing, so i'm making sure the guitar actually makes noise. for the song. songs kind of need music, if you didn't know. fuck else would i be doing, smartass? you always this insufferable when you're drunk?"

"i'm not drunk." you had to bite back a meaner response. in your peripheral, dina and jesse shared confused looks.

dina patted jesse's leg. "hey, we're pretty tired, and i think we've done enough preparing for tonight. see you guys in the morning," she gestured for jesse to stand up as well, who said a quick goodbye.

and shut the door.

"ready?" ellie glanced at you through her eyebrows.

you nodded, and she tapped her guitar, muttering five, six, seven, eight.

she was nearly whispering the lyrics. you inaudibly cleared your throat, and began to sing. you echoed along in a breathy, light tone when the song called for it, although most of the song flowed as a conversation between you and ellie.

it ended as quickly as it started, with one final strum, followed by silence. ellie set the guitar on the floor, and set her hands in the now empty space in her lap. her mouth opened hesitantly.

"that wasn't bad—"

"i'm heading to bed—"

the two of you spoke simultaneously. you stood up in a rush. you stared at her for a moment, then turned into the bathroom. you cleaned up and changed into your pyjamas.

you stared at the ceiling. your eyes found ellie, who was settling into bed herself. her body was turned away from you.

"...i'm sorry," you whispered.

ellie's head turned over her shoulder.

"why?"

"for being a bitch."

she snickered at that, and shifted so you both lay on your sides, facing each other from opposite sides of the room. she remained quiet, which urged you to go on.

"i'm terrified, ellie. i shouldn't have taken my fear out on you. you're right. i did say i was ready for this. but it's still...difficult. i don't want to disappoint you guys," you whispered as low as possible, with a sliver of a tremble in your voice.

her gaze softened. a minute passed. your ears rang from the silence. since you didn't have anything more to tell her, and she seemed to have no response, you flipped to face the dark wall, and shut your eyes. a tear slipped through your eyelashes. you made no attempt to rub it from your cheek. or the rest of the tears that began dropping, for that matter.

"goodnight," you said.

the opposite bed creaked. the wood under your own creaked. you felt her body beside you. she wouldn't touch you, she only laid there. maybe she waited for you to say it was okay. you moved to rest on your back, with your face near hers.

your eyes fell on each feature on her face. studying her. searching for something.

"goodnight," she whispered, inching dangerously closer to you.

you held your breath. you felt her own on your nose.

"tell me to leave, and i will."

"no," you shook your head weakly.

you grabbed her hand and flipped to face away from her. you placed her arm around your waist, and settled into her hold. her face nestled into your neck.

you took a deep breath, and fell asleep.

in the morning, you woke up not beside ellie, but an imprint on the mattress.

a/n: bleeeeh :p xD ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ i promise this does have a happy ending it will get there eventually i just needed some angst 🙏

taglist: @ximtiredx @gold-dustwomxn @elliesinterlude

also ill just tag some people that have commented on any of the earlier parts, so comment if u guys wanna be on the permanent taglist! :3

tags: @cassharass @lunarpretty @emluvselandabs @inf3ct3dd

[jaemified]

SNOWED IN ! [ep.iii] | forced proximity

“literally hate you jeon wonwoo”

a barista xu minghao x receptionist reader smau

‘welcome to first class resort’

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updates ; every saturday-monday (new schedule bc work is kicking my ass</33)

synopsis ; after a long first week of their first quarter at work, y/n and her department just want to go out for burgers before being snowed in the hotel thanks to an unexpected snowstorm.

🏷️ ; @minhui896 @snowcake666 @kissesfrmwonwoo @wonqr

couldnt tag ; @/heelarious @/minghaossv

note - if u see those blank pages below this then the tweets ur phones not glitching its just to fix the format:)

read below the cut !

before any of the staff realized, their first week of the new quarter had flown by, and it was time to go home for the weekend (or, just saturday since they had to come back sunday).

the first concierge/receptionist unit (aka miyeon, y/n, minnie, chan, soonyoung, sakura, and mingyu) finished cleaning up their stations, before miyeon and y/n went to explain the night shift to the manager of the second unit from the other department.

“finally, just barely 20 minutes overtime. its only 10:20 but does anyone want to go for a late dinner with the other staff from our department?” miyeon suggested to her team of 6.

“yeah sure, ill need to find seungkwan first? he’s my ride home.” chan said as he started to walk down the hall as soonyoung called out, “make sure he brings down all of his staff too!”

“alright is that a yes from everyone else?”

“except for me, my auntie is visiting from japan and i need to be the one to pick her up from the airport.” sakura said while waving at everyone as she walked towards the exit.

the unit began to converse amongst themselves as they waited for the other staff in their department before they felt the ground shake the walls harshly, the winds howl as their speeds increased and the front doors be pushed open.

“earthquake! everyone get under the desk!” miyeon yelled out, her staff being her priority as manager.

they all took cover underneath the receptionists desk before hearing a loud thud after a few minutes, leaving the glass on some of the doors shattered.

everyone got up to see what the noise was, only for their faces to freeze in shock.

“s-snow?!” minnie exclaimed. “there wasnt any snow in the forecast this week at all! and its barely the first few weeks of winter..”

“im sure you’re just as shocked as any of us are. i hope sakuras safe, im just glad she got out. uh- y/n! call sakura while i try to reach seungkwan and josh? and someone go to check out the side and back doors! don’t go alone! the powers iffy right now.” miyeon safely instructed off the top of her head, trying to remain calm in front of her staff.

you pull out your phone, dialing sakuras number as you tap your foot repeatedly against the floor in impatience and worry.

she picked up after the first few rings, “hello?”

“sakura! where are you? are you okay?”

“no, yeah im fine. im just off the side of that bridge a few miles away from the hotel. but the real question is, are you guys okay?”

“you felt it? we’re fine. splitting up duties to ensure safety. and why are you off to the side off the bridge? i assumed you wouldve been at the airport already.”

“everyone in seoul felt it. but i think it hit you guys the hardest since it came closest from that direction. you know, some cars were flipping over as i was about to pull out the parking lot!”

“just glad youre safe, but if you see the hotel, how bad does it look like we’re snowed in?”

“pretty bad.. looks snowed in on all sides and that wall of snow is so tall it goes beyond the 9th floor. that’s at least 7 meters thick going outwards.”

“shit. alright. i gotta go, but get home safely okay? bye!”

after getting off the phone with sakura, y/n goes back as she sees some of her coworkers returning from opposite directions after looking at the exits.

“theyre all blocked. completely. the garage tunnel is entirely blocked through the stairs, elevator, and side door too.” mingyu and soonyoung reported with minnie following not far behind despite being told not to go alone.

“should we call the police?”

“ill try, i just got off the phone.” you said, but just as you swiped emergency call, you immediately had no bars. “what? anyone else have service?”

everyone pulled out their phones and held it in the middle so you could see, “guess the signal just dropped.” you muttered as you dialed 119 anyway.

‘we’re sorry, the person you are trying to reach is-’

“has anyone noticed chan hasnt come back yet? its been like, well over 20 minutes.” mingyu questioned while looking around the darkly (and eerily) illuminated halls.

as mingyu walked closer, he let out a loud scream as he saw a big snd ominous silhouette coming towards him before he realized it was the rest of the staff from their department.

miyeon walked passed mingyu, playfully slapping his back before meeting up with the other managers seungkwan and josh.

“hi wonwoo.” you smiled, wrapping your arms around him brightly as you were now reassured your childhood best friend was safe now that he was in your arms.

“hi y/n. you’re not hurt or anything right?” he asked while looking around your body as he kept his hands on your shoulders.

“no im completely fine. what took you guys so long to come out though?”

“we still had a lot to clean up, but then chan went to kwans restaurant then jun just HAD to make a quick meal for him before coming to us and it always takes long if the cafe is the last stop.”

after everyone discussing what had to be discussed, such as agreeing to try calling for help in the morning, etc, etc, wonwoo announced to everyone they’ll have to check out rooms for each other and that they had to be paired up into twos.

so of course, he made you and minghao be ‘roommates’ for the time being.

“are you serious??” minghao whisper shouted as he pulled wonwoo into a corner, watching as everyone walked towards the stairwell.

“you were the only two left.” wonwoo shrugged, playing it off even though he was aware minghao clearly knew about his schemes.

after climbing 29 flights of stairs (seeing as the elevator broke), you were all beyond exhausted.

so, you took your room key from miyeon before following minghao to your shared room.

you opened the door and sigh in relief as you saw the two beds separated by a nightstand, taking off your shoes before lying down.

minghao ran a hand through his hair as he walked out from the bathroom to get himself ready for bed.

he went under the white sheets and muttered a grumpy, “dont even try talking to me.” before turning out the light, leaving you with your thoughts in the darkness.

[safyresky]

Scrimbly Jacqueline 49/52: T-Posing to assert your dominance is definitely NOT how Jacqueline was envisioning taking down the Clifton Society.

Charlie heard the metal clicks again as something came shooting down from the opposite side of the room. He lunged, covering Jacqueline’s back as the strips came flying towards him. They hit his chest. He let out a whoosh of air from the impact, watching as they fell to the ground with a clatter. Surprised, Charlie pat his entire torso. "They don't work on me?" Two more hit his forearms, promptly falling to the ground. He shoved back his sleeves as best as he could. No shiny marks. “Oh!” Throwing his weight, he shoved Jacqueline to the side, switching places with her. “Charlie, don’t—” “It’s cool! They don’t work on me!” He stuck his arm out for emphasis, another one of the strips bouncing right off him. Jacqueline looked surprised. “Well, shit! That's handy." Colin sneered, the baton tip tap tapping several more spots around him. “You can’t hide behind your human friend forever!”  The pair of Legates heard the metal clanking fill the room as Lady knows WHAT armed all around them. Trying to make himself as big as possible, Charlie stood in front of Jacqueline, arms wide. "Yes she can!" Behind him, Jacqueline looked perplexed. She rolled her eyes with a huff, moving closer to Charlie. “We literally do not have time for this. Hang tight, Charles." And before Charlie could even form a reply, he felt himself be yanked down, snow blasting all around them as they fell towards the couch.

(You can read Part 2 of the Clifton Society Incident HERE and HERE)

Upon editing that behemoth, the MOMENT I realized Charlie was T-POSING IN THAT SCENE?!?!?!?1 I had to make it a scrimbly. I just. HAD to.

This was LAST WEEK'S! This week's is coming to you probably Saturday :)

[Husbando and I are going on an evening adventure to check out the geminid meteor shower outside of the city, so I'll probably get to posting it Saturday depending on how late we stay out--and if we can see anything given we're going in and out of cloud cover around here today! Also, uh, I was a wee bit bad, hehe. I doodled it at work today bc it's about that time chaps (i.e., exam season is waning and there is nobody on the floor but me and my coworker lmao) and they look SO CUTE 🥹🥹🥹]

This week's was ORIGINALLY going to be ANOTHER redraw, this time of THIS scrimbly, but man, Charlie and Jacqueline's shenanigans somehow managed to yeet Jacquie ogling Dite to the curb. WILDIN. Good thing this week's scrimble was a planned diteline, LOL.

Charlie LOOKED good in the sketch, but somehow the hair ended up "late 00s, early 2010s hat hair boy" and I am. Unamused. I've drawn WAY better Charlies, UGH. Gonna have to rewatch the movies, I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️ oh nooooooooooooo 😼

[unfilteredrealities]

Life Update

today is such a shitty day.

first i woke up confused what day it is and the second i realised i have a body i felt that today is a bad flare day...

then i stayed in bed for a while until i was able to get out of bed

my anxiety is crippling me since a week now and its like more than the baseline anxiety i experience, its to the point im on the verge of panic attacks but im glad im catching it in time to ground before it escalates but im sure i wont be able to catch all of them before

managed to put laundry to wash bcs i was postponing that for a while and i was running low on clean clothes and underwear and socks so it was needed.

lunch was ok i guess

then i was eepy from lunch and fell asleep

woke up in the afternoon and hung up the laundry but before that i tried to comfort my mom bcs she is currently sick and she was annoyed she cant be active and go to the farmers market to buy fresh veggies and all that and i told her this whole last week she was very active bcs her body working hard to heal her from the bronchitis she has and i guess she calmed down.

then she went back to bed , i hung the laundry , ended up having a pots episode and a meltdown and started to cry and dissociate for a while rocking on the 100 year old rocking chair we have until i snapped out and finished hanging up the laundry but the last 3 clothing pieces i just threw on the drying rack bcs i had zero spoons and fucks to give

went back to bed and cried

ordered food bcs mom asked me to order pizza for dinner so i did

all good, food was nomnom

then i played some fortnite idk how i am still decent even if i didnt play in a long while still managed to get to 4th place

now i am blasting music into my ears with my skullcandy headphones that have extra bass to decompress my silly brain.

missing my partner a lot but im counting the days down till vacation soon and me being able to see him for almost 2 weeks.

super worried tho bcs my chronic illnesses are cursed as fuck lately and i do not like that...idk how im gonna be able to walk lot, not have pots episodes, 24/7 pain, fatigue and stuff...

at least i have a collapsible walking cane to help me.

i realized im still not able to accept im fucked health wise and i cant function the way i used to in the past where i had no issues with walking, doing many things, no heart issues etc.

now i have to think if i have the spoons to go in my lunch break at work to the store or no

if i can take the bus back home or not bcs if too full i have to stand and i will faint if standing too long due to pots and feeling like im doing a plank but while standing

i feel ashamed im taking an uber to work and back home nowadays instead of walking 25-30min (like 1.5km which is not much at all and in the past i had no issues walking that distance) im daily scared that the drivers will judge me for taking an uber. Cab drivers would have filled an imaginary fridge with lots of swearing if i would have gotten one for that distance...

but alas im using uber since 3 years to get to work, 2 1/2 years i either walked partially or took the bus i guess..

today i feel like giving up bcs of my own hardships

bcs of life events and me hating how fucked the world is

bcs why am i even persisting staying alive

i noticed that at work im less talkative, only if its needed like talkative in the sense when we dont have calls bcs when clients call i unfortunately have to speak to them so yeah but besides of that im less haha hihi shenaningans...a coworker noticed im less talkative but i was like just tired all good (like i didnt lie im tired but its not the normal tired)

anyway idk where i wanted to go with this.

sorry for the long word vomiting

stay safe, ur loved and valid and im rooting for ya!!!!

[ambersky0319]

I felt so bad for this one employee 😭

I'm a regular at this subway and usually go when this one lady works cause she is super nice (as in, just super super sweet, accommodating, and she often tries to help people get discounts. once i mentioned i had to go all the way home then walk there bc i forgot my wallet, and she said she wouldve given me a sub for free), and today the owner was helping out by getting some supplies they were out of apparently

And she pulls owner aside to tell him about the bs her manager pulls + the fact that she has to close alone when it's like. rush hour (bs i mention btw was what i overheard which was her working til 11 but manager forcing her to clock out at 9:30 but continue working to. yknow. make sure the place is clean for morning)

And the owner

reminds me so much of my store director

Who you can tell issues to and it's like it goes in one ear and out the other

Because he just *glossed over that very shitty behavior from the manager* and kept emphasizing how all the employees are a team (I'm assuming because I was there)

after he left she (and the coworker with her today, who's not usually there i dont think) rightfully complained that she felt like he didnt listen to a word

[neon-in-the-night-time]

y’all on my way home from work today i was driving a coworker with me and i hit a curb and the tire like. immediately started losing air so i pulled over and there was this huge gash in the tire and it was incredibly fucking flat and neither of us knew how to change a tire so my coworker literally called one of our managers and he came and taught us how to change a tire and then like. right after he drove off we realized the battery died while we were pulled to the side of the road because apparently having the hazards on drained the battery and so we spent like. ten minutes trying to flag someone down to jump the car and we finally got the car started and so we drove to this general store to get our manager coffee bc we felt bad (luckily he was on the clock while helping us change the tire) and like. i was driving around the block while my coworker went in to get the coffee because i didn't want to turn the car off and then have to jump start it again so then we drove back to the bakery and she gave him the coffee while i drive around the block again and then we drove back home and what should have been a ten minute drive took two hours... anyways now i have to spend my day off tomorrow trying to get a replacement for my tire and really hope one of the two tire places on the island have a tire that fits my car because we are 30 miles out to sea and i reeeeeeeeeeeally don't want to have to wait for this

[paridoxpower]

Personal job junk

So quit my job today. One that I actually really liked and liked the people there. Saw potential too and money wasn’t bad. Was there for 2.5 years, never received complaints about my work or character, got employee of the month at least 3 times (that I remember) and got the highest possible score on my employee review, which is hard to do bc they don’t want to hand out raises to match.

Coworkers and I were having issues with managers not doing their jobs so far as they never replied to requests for help and were never in office. Even if we wanted to bring it to their attention, they were never there. Can’t complain to someone who isn’t there.

We decided to write down our talking points and bring it to the attention of the manager’s manager. We were going to talk in person with them, the letter was literally just our words written down. Well a fellow coworker prematurely sent it to them without everyone else’s consent. So of course, the managers call us in for a meeting and the managers manager goes on and on about how this was inappropriate and wrong and she’s never heard these complaints and managers work too you just don’t see it boohoo. We tried to explain that if it was brought to her the way it was intended, then we would have brought it to her attention and talked about it like adults. She didn’t listen to anything we had to say, just rinse and repeated her rant. She thrust the letter in our faces, embarrassed us, and ignored us. And she threatened going to hr (like what? also we were originally going to send the letter to hr but we were like hm, maybe we should go to manager manager because that’s the right thing to do :) ) I felt like this meeting was super inappropriate. (Also we probably would not have seen manager manager in office for months if this thing didn’t come out, she’s never in either, but god forbid we ask for a remote day)

I cried, not because I felt what we did was wrong. But tears of frustration. For a coworker violating mine and everyone else’s trust. For the managers manager just going full angry mom mode and not listening to reason. For the other managers standing behind her blinking and just letting it happen like a complacent dad. (Then she had the audacity to go out for a 3 hour lunch and was all smiles and expected us to sing hellos and goodbyes to her). I promised myself if a job ever made me cry for no good reason, I’d leave. I don’t need that stress.

But during this yelling meeting we were assured that we’d have personal meeting with the manager manager next week to discuss what we wanted to. I thought I’d wait to see how it went next week.

Come the following day after the yelling. I was ready to be professional. Manager manager came in and everyone sang hello, except for me. I didn’t ignore her, I looked up and gave the polite white people smile, but I was still mad. Aren’t I allowed to be? Plus, I was you know, working.

A few hours later, I was called in again for a meeting. All the managers were there, but only manager manager spoke. Apparently there’s been some recent concerns about my behavior and I’ve made people uncomfortable. As I said before, I’ve never had a complaint and I pride myself on at least being professional with everyone. So I said okay well, please give me a list of my specific behaviors so I can improve on them because I never want to make anyone uncomfortable.

They literally said nothing.

This was clearly a retaliation for speaking up against manager behavior, so a way to try and shut me up was giving me a verbal warning to go on record for sudden behavior problems.

Later that day, at the end, when normally all the managers have left for the day so coworkers can freely talk, manager manager decided she’s going to sit in the desk right behind me (she never sits within our presence). Intimidation? Spying? Preventing people from talking? All three? I didn’t care, it was bullshit

That was it. I can take a lot of things. But as I said, I take pride in my character and in being a good person who does their job well and professionally gets along with everyone. And to lie to my face that someone suddenly is uncomfortable after I brought it to your attention your managers aren’t doing their jobs?

I quit. I don’t think I could have sat there for at least another week for these ‘meetings’ while attacks on my character and lack of trust between coworkers was going on. I mean, how could you expect me to smile and wave every morning after that??

So I didn’t bother giving two weeks and training someone in my shit (which I totally would have if this didn’t play out like that. Hell, I might’ve made a whole training book and held the newbies hand for a month!). Others are planning on leaving, they just have to secure another job first. Which is nice to hear, whether or not it is true.

Do I regret the letter of our complaints? No

Do I regret how it was given to her? Yes, because it was given to her prematurely and without our consent.

Do I regret quitting? Nope.

However, this event is crushing my trusting nature. I can play tough and say I’ll never get close to any coworkers and managers ever again. But I know that’s a lie. I’m to trusting and caring. But man does this fucking life lesson suck

The past 3ish days have been a lot. I feel like I’ve rewritten this story several times. Figured writing it down might help a bit

Oh also hr fucking sucks. They called and were like oh um why didn’t you go to your direct manager? Sir. You can’t go to someone who is not there. Well hr is always here for you. Well funny thing we were going to go to hr but we thought going over her head would piss her off. Jokes on us, she got pissed off either way! Well, sorry you feel like this isn’t a safe place for you anymore (I said I felt like the workplace would become and remain toxic) and we’ll work on that. Like okay buddy you do that

[coffeeallaloneandlord]

just got home from a long day of work it's crazy how this was like the first thing that happened today. this guy tried to cause a scene in front of like half a dozen of my other customers and I was able to be stone faced with like a quizzical expression and told him he was so funny. "You're so funny 🤔" he was asking for my name and my managers name and I just kept saying no. omg and then texting w my coworker afterwards bc luckily she wasn't in today but like she felt so bad and embarrassed and I was like lol he's the one who embarrassed himself. Idk what went down between them at all but my other coworker said it was really bad and I trust her. so it's just like. meangirls you can't sit with us dot gif. you can't sit with us!!

my coworker's abusive ex bf came into work today and I got to kick him out in front of a lobby full of people lmao, he tried to be all let me speak to your manager and I was like i am the manager and you're not welcome in here goodbye. the adrenaline is still pounding lmao.

[harmonizewithechoes]

I have an update!

The results came back negative! And the minute I found out this morning I called my boss and then hightailed it to work so I could figure out my lost time and make sure I can still provide food for my family in this crazy time. And it was SO nice to have adult conversation! But of course, within two hours of leaving the house, I wanted to be home with my baby lol. I can’t never be fully happy with anything I guess. It felt so weird to be away from him.

[emo4life]

I HATE like sometimes i like bein ANNOYING idk not rlly but i can b annoying shkdbs i was pestering~ my young manager to go watch endgame w us anyways then today when they decided to try to plan it -_- i was like hes gotta go too 😤then my cancer coworker was like ay and monicas trying to go on a date w brandon ! AND I SAID OH FUCK NO BABY ! like literally i said helllll no SGDKABJS LIKE then i was like dang is that rude to give this extreme rejection 😔but like stop then i felt SICCCCCK like whyd he say that forst of all the dude has a gf second i dont even like these boys like that but anyways t.t now i feel like i should stop talking so much like that gajdgwjs