greetings and welcome to the new people!

Saying hello!

  • ¡Hola! - Hello! Hi!
  • ¿Qué tal? - How is it going? / How are you doing? 
  • ¡Buen día! - Good day! 
    *You can use this expression at anytime of the day.
  • ¡Buenos días! - Good morning!
  • ¡Buenas tardes! - Good afternoon!
  • ¡Buenas noches! - Good evening! / Good night!
  • *We use this expression when the sun is already down. We use it for greeting people or to say good-bye. We also use it when we go to sleep.
  • ¡Hola a todos! - Hello everyone!
  • ¡Saludos! - Greetings!
  • ¡Bienvenido/a! - Welcome! (singular)
  • ¡Bienvenidos/as! - Welcome! (plural)
  • ¡Hola de nuevo! / ¡Hola otra vez! - Hello again!

Asking how they’ve been

  • ¿Cómo estás? - How are you? (informal)
  • ¿Cómo está? - How are you? (formal)
    ¿Cómo están? - How are you? (plural)

  • ¿Cómo te va? - How is it going? (informal)
  • ¿Cómo le va? - How is it going? (formal)
  • ¿Cómo les va? - How is it going? (plural)

  • ¿Cómo va todo? - How are things? / How is everything going?

  • ¿Qué cuentas? - What’s new? (informal)
  • ¿Qué cuentan? - What’s new? (plural)

  • ¿Cómo has estado? - How have you been? (informal)
  • ¿Cómo ha estado? - How have you been? (formal)
  • ¿Cómo han estado? - How have you been? (plural)

  • ¿Cómo te ha ido? - How have you been? (informal)
  • ¿Cómo le ha ido? - How have you been? (formal)
  • ¿Cómo les ha ido? - How have you been? (formal)
    The question “¿Cómo has estado?” is more direct, it goes right to the person, how is their health, job, etc. The question “¿Cómo te ha ido?” is less direct, it asks how situations have been going to them.

  • ¿Qué has estado haciendo? - What have you been doing? (informal)
  • ¿Qué ha estado haciendo? - What have you been doing? (formal)
  • ¿Qué han estado haciendo? - What have you been doing? (plural)

  • ¿Cómo (te) la estás pasando? - How are you doing? (informal)
  • ¿Cómo (se) la está pasando? - How are you doing? (formal)
  • ¿Cómo (se) la están pasando? - How are you doing? (plural)
    One of the meanings of the verb “pasar” is “to spend time”. This question could be translated as “How are you spending your time?” or “Are you having a good time?”. “Te” and “se” are optionals.

Saying ‘hello!’ after a long time

  • ¡Cuánto tiempo sin verte! - Long time no see! (informal)
  • ¡Cuánto tiempo sin verlo/verla! - Long time no see! (formal)
  • ¡Cuánto tiempo sin verlos/verlas! - Long time no see! (plural)
    verlo = see you (to a man)
    verla = see you (to a woman)
    verlos = see you (to a group of men. OR a group of men and women)
    verlas = see you (to a group of women)

  • ¡Me alegro de verte! - It’s nice to see you! (informal)
  • ¡Me alegro de verlo/verla! - It’s nice to see you! (formal)
  • ¡Me alegro de verlos/verlas! - It’s nice to see you! (plural)

  • ¡Qué alegría verte! - I’m so happy to see you! (informal)
  • ¡Qué alegría verlo/verla! - I’m so happy to see you! (formal)
  • ¡Qué alegría verlos/verlas! - I’m so happy to see you! (plural)

  • ¡Qué gusto verte! - I’m glad to see you! (informal)
  • ¡Qué gusto verlo/verla! - I’m glad to see you! (formal)
  • ¡Qué gusto verlos/verlas! - I’m glad to see you! (plural)

Saying ‘nice to meet you’

  • ¡Mucho gusto! - Nice to meet you! (neutral)
  • ¡Encantado/a! - I’m pleased to meet you! (neutral)
    You can use these expressions in informal and formal situations and with one person or many people. 

  • ¡Encantado/a de conocerte! - I’m pleased to meet you! (informal)
  • ¡Encantado/a de conocerlo/la! - I’m pleased to meet you! (formal)
  • ¡Encantado/a de conocerlos/las! - I’m pleased to meet you! (plural)
    You change “encantado” or “encantada” depending if you are a man or a woman. 
    You change “conocerlo”, “conocerla”, “conocerlos”, or “conocerlas” depending on whom you are talking to. 
  • You can answer with: Igualmente - me too

I hope this was useful to you!
¡Hasta luego!

Despedidas (Farewells)

Fifty Shades of Park Jimin

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Length: 6k+ 

Warnings: Dry Humping, Dirty talk (do you seriously expect anything else from me tbh), just a lot of filth.

A/N: Okay so, I know this is 2 days late but I had to prepare an unexpected presentation, as well as present, at a peace symposium so i could not post on time. Though please appreciate that I ignored all my studies for an exam in 3 days and spent the whole afternoon writing and editing this, bless. Thank you. Other than that, happy reading :))))) Also the part about them being too beautiful is no exaggeration. To the people who have seen BTS live will know what I am talking about.

P.s.: Fuck park jimin tbh.

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Trust (Jimin)

Originally posted by ggukbun

Genre: Angst/fluff and some suggestive content

Word Count: 1,387

Summary: After a fight, Jimin soon finds out interesting information on his girlfriend.

A/n: I really hope you enjoy reading!~Joy

One//Two


The music blast through the house as you made your way through the crowds of people, parties weren’t really your thing and you couldn’t help but despise going to parties where people got so drunk they couldn’t even remember their first names. Your boyfriend, Jimin, on the other hand, loved going to parties. It was his thing, you could find him at any party if you really needed to look for him. It was a miracle how you two started to date, being polar opposites and all, but it all started when Jimin needed some extra help with one of his classes and you happened to be excelling in the course. A couple weeks after tutoring him he asked you out and you agreed, it’s only been a couple weeks since you two started to date and although it was great a little part of you didn’t feel so happy. “Y/n, over here!” A voice called for you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked up and saw Jimin waving his arms and grinning, you smiled back as you made your way over to him, he pulled you into a tight hug. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Jimin slurred as you smiled before getting out of his hug.

“You’re drunk?” You sighed as Jimin laughed as if you were joking, before wrapping his arm around you.

“Yeah? It’s a party, everyone’s drunk.” Jimin answered as you rolled your eyes.

“I’m not” you replied back as Jimin laughed and handed you his cup.

“Then, join the party y/n!” Jimin laughs as you give him back his cup, putting your coat back on, Jimin’s smile drops “where are you going?”

“I’m going to study, you told me that we were just gonna spend the evening together but here I am with twenty other people.” You complained as Jimin rolled his eyes.

“It’s Saturday y/n, I’m not going to throw away my good day to spend the night off with you, maybe tomorrow we can?” Jimin offered as you scoffed.

“Bye.” You hissed as you walked out, leaving Jimin to shrug and get back to the party.


You walked into the library as you were greeted by a warm welcome by a new person, “welcome to the library!” He smiles as you giggle.

“They hire you to greet people into the library?” You asked as he laughed as well.

“No, I’m just a guy who spends his Saturday night at the library” Namjoon sarcastically says before letting out a chuckle “no, I work part-time here, make some cash you know?” You gave a tiny chuckle as you started to walk into the building as Namjoon followed.

“How come I’ve never seen you before?” You asked as Namjoon shrugged, placing a book on the table back to the shelf.

“I don’t know, I guess you’re never here when the library is really lit, you know? On a Saturday and only the librarians are here.” Namjoon makes a joke again as you let out a laugh, “anyways, what’s a cute girl like you doing at a library on a Saturday?” Namjoon asks as you sigh, your mind went back to the party.

“Boyfriend was being a jerk, promised me a night with just him and I and then brings me to a party.” You complained as Namjoon groaned.

“Gross, what type of guy does that…You know what you need to do?” Namjoon asked as you rose an eyebrow.

“What?” You asked back.

“You should lay down some rules with him, like tell him that he has to spend at least one day from his weekends with just only you and if he breaks it, you draw the line,” Namjoon suggested, as you laughed but he looked serious.

“I don’t know, seems kind of harsh and I don’t know if I should be taking advice from someone I just met,” you laughed as Namjoon jokingly gave you an offended expression.

“We’re basically best friends now” Namjoon laughed as you laughed too.


Taehyung and another girl headed to the library, the girl held his hand as she leads him to the library. “Where are we going?” Taehyung asked, his words were slurred. The girl looked back and put her pointer finger to her lips, signalling Taehyung to be quiet, as they headed into the library, the girl leads Taehyung to the back, where the old books were. 

“I know a place where no one can see you but you can see them,” the girl whispered as she gave him a wink.

“Been here often?” Taehyung smirked as she nodded and shrugged.

“Just twice, never had a bad experience, you just gotta be quiet.” The girl warned as she started to kiss Taehyung, her lips head to his chin and then to his neck as she tried to give him a love bite, Taehyung saw you with Namjoon. He noticed that you and Namjoon were very close to each other and often he saw that you would playfully hit his shoulder or he would fix your hair for you. “Something wrong?” The girl asked as she stopped kissing Taehyung, Taehyung shook his head as he smiled at her.

“You can continue, my eye just saw a fly” Taehyung grins, dismissing his thoughts. She continued to kiss Taehyung and slowly headed down, Taehyung tried to enjoy the moment but his eyes kept wandering back to you and Namjoon. He was curious to know who the man you were with and if you were cheating on Jimin, Jimin was his best friend and he would hate to see his friend hurt. 

“You clearly don’t want to do this, you’re not even excited.” The girl whined as she stood up and dusted her skirt. Taehyung gave her a sympathetic look and gave her a piece of paper with his number on it. 

“Sorry babe, call me and we can do this again? I just have a lot to think about right now.” Taehyung apologises as she sighs.

“Fine, next time I’ll bring Viagra” She teased as Taehyung growled.

“Stop.” He hissed, she laughed as she walked away, Taehyung headed closer to see what you two were talking about.


“Sometimes I wish he would pay more attention to me” you mumbled as Namjoon gave you a sympathetic look.

“I don’t see why he doesn’t, from what I’ve heard you sound like the 10/10 girl.” Namjoon complimented as Taehyung glared, grabbing his phone out.

“That’s really sweet, Namjoon” you grinned as Namjoon smiled back, he slowly leaned in as you quickly realised what he was trying to do, Taehyung, on the other hand, took this as an opportunity to snap a picture, the picture showed that Namjoon was about to kiss you and you were still smiling, on the other hand, you quickly pushed him away. “I’m sorry Namjoon, as much as I am mad at Jimin I would never cheat on him.” You confessed as Namjoon smiled sadly.

“I understand, it was my bad to even try to do that to you,” Namjoon confesses.


Jimin was helping Jungkook and Hoseok clean up the house while Taehyung ran into the house, “you guys won’t believe what I just found out!” Taehyung shouts as the boys gather.

“What? The girl you went out with had herpes?” Jungkook snickers as Hoseok laughs as well.

“No, even better” Taehyung grins as everyone raises a brow.

“Well? Spit it out” Hoseok whines as Taehyung pulls out his phone, showing a picture of you and Namjoon. Jimin’s eyes widen as he sees the picture, his hands are shaking from anger and he isn’t sure if he should call you and yell at you or go find where the guy lives and beat the living shit out of him.

“I-i-is that y/n?” Jimin asks, his voice filled with anger, Taehyung nods as Jungkook and Hoseok let out ‘ooohs.’

“I knew there was something up with her, no one can enjoy going to the library for fun” Jungkook confesses as Hoseok nods his head.

“That’s not even the best part…He knows about you and has been telling her to draw the line with you!” Taehyung shouts as Jimin is now looking down, clenching his fists.

“He’s going to fucking pay” Jimin growls.

anonymous asked:

Considering how BH's place is in the middle of a suburban neighborhood, I wonder if when they first moved in, some of the neighborly folks tried to bring him a goodie basket or pie to welcome him to the neighborhood. Oh, to imagine all the ways that could end *poorly*.

oh dear god

  • “Welcome! You must be the.. Hats? Your mailbox doesn’t exactly have a name on–” “Are you a customer or not.” “Uh, no, we’re the Smith fami–” the door slams in their face. They leave the welcome basket on the front step anyways. it mysteriously disappears, who knows if they actually took it or not.
  • The next family that tries is greeted by some hyperactive teenager who sees the pie they brought, straight up squeals, grabs it, and slams the door once more
  • word spreads through the neighborhood that the new “family” is kinda bad-mannered. people just let them stay isolated. until, of course, the explosions start.
  • Roughly once a week or so, there’s inevitably some kind of fucking loud noise coming from the house. at one point a nervous man in a paper bag was seen knocking on doors asking if he could check their yards for a missing. thing. that had possibly exploded. and launched pieces into their gardens. that he needs to find. now. please.
  • Still, all of these reasons to “avoid those weird neighbors” didn’t stop one of the neighbor’s kids, Alice, from trying to sell Girl Scout cookies to Black Hat.
  • It goes better than anyone expects. BH admires that determination. Reminds him of himself actually, back in the days when he was trying to get his company up and running. Selling things to scarier, more experienced villains and rarely succeeding. So sure, he’ll take a box of Thin Mints. In fact, he’ll take two. why not, he can finally see what all the hype about this organization that he totally thinks is just a cult anyways–
  • a few days later BH is banging on the Johnsons’ door demanding to have more of those “SKINNY MINT CHOCOLATE THINGS”
  • black hat buys 150 fucking boxes
  • (said boxes are currently still under his bed. he’s hoarding them. it’s pretty disgusting. at least he’s supporting the girl scouts in their “quest for world domination or whatever”)
  • After this the tensions kind of break down a bit. Whenever 5.0.5 is in the yard, kids run over to play with “that big blue dog.” 5.0.5 enjoys all the belly rubs and getting to have fun with the children. it’s goddamn adorable; BH might actually throw up.
  • Dementia, when she’s actually able to go outside, probably plays soccer or tag or whatever other games with some of the neighborhood children. There’s property damage more often than not, and “Human-Rock-Stick-Ball”  doesn’t even sound like a real thing. since dementia made it, it’s probably not. but a little rock never heart anyone, right? (Despite the injuries, it’s an incredibly fun game.)
  • Flug stays inside, preferring not to socialize with any of the neighbors. Seeing him is so rare that it’s almost a competition, to see how many times you can “Spot the Flug.”

Wow this got kinda carried away sorry haha;;

When my time comes...

Prompto

Duscae. The fresh air everyday was welcoming to Prompto. He didn’t have the heart to return to Insomnia after these years, wanting to live in the countryside with the Chocobos of course. He smiled as he walked into the ranch, the other few people there greeted him as he went to prepare food for the birds, he felt nausea and took a moment to sit down, his hand stroking the birds feathers. His nausea grew worse and he wondered if he was going to be sick, or faint as a dizziness took him. He placed a hand over his face and rested against the hay.

A low engine purred, some new visitors had arrived, he heard the door of the car open.

“Chop chop Prompto”

He looked up

“Noct?”

it was him, really him.

Noctis was leaning against his father’s car, wearing his silver tshirt with the behemoth jacket, his black hair spiked up like old times

“It’s time Prompto”

Tears ran down Prompto’s face, his mouth shock, he knew what his old friend meant

“No, it cant be, I’m not old, I’ve got years ahead of me, Noct, I’m not ready yet”

Noctis walked from the car to sit with Prompto

“You’re ready, I wish you weren’t, but it is your time”

Prompto heard paws on the ground, Pryna was here too.

A sob came from Prompto

“I was in middle of feeding the Chocobos…”

Noctis put his hand on Prompto’s

“You’ve been ill, for a long time. You wont suffer no more, not where we’re going next. Up for another adventure?”

Prompto took Noctis’ hand, as he did his skin went smoother, his breathing less laboured or maybe it stopped all together, just as his heart did in that moment. Prompto stood by Noctis

“You bet!” He felt younger, so much younger, like he did the day he left Insomnia the very first time.

Ignis  

The days were getting longer for Ignis, not because the sun was no longer rising, this was different. He had lived in the darkness for more than his whole life. The days left longer now because he was no longer sure if the days passing. He slept into the day, he slept through the nights. Sometimes he was awake for short moments, sometimes he was awake for hours, longing for more pain relief when his last dose ran low. Before his carers could take him out in a wheelchair, but now he was too frail for that. Oh how he missed the sound of outdoors, of birds singing, creatures making their own sounds. He missed the sounds of Gladio and Prompto’s banter. It had been long since Prompto had passed. His damaged eyes wept a tear. He wished he could have felt their touch one last time, heard their voices…
He sank into another dream. He liked when he dreamed, it was the only time he seen images, but they were strangely distorted as if his brain had forgotten what the world looked like after several decades in the dark.

Laughter. Giggles. Footsteps echoing off walls.
We are going to get in trouble.
More giggles.
“Highness, we shouldn’t be running inside the Citadel”
The world around him lightened up.
Up ahead the back of a boy’s head was getting further away
“Highness!” He shouted, his voice high pitched. He ran after the boy
“Come on Iggy!” The boy shouted
“Highness, we can’t play in the throne room, it’s off bounds, your father-“
“He wont find us”
The boy’s voice echoed around inside his head, coming from everywhere.
“Let’s play!” The boy had turned a corner. His laughs getting quite as Ignis ran faster to keep up, running past members of the Kingsglaive and apologising to them. The Kingsglaive was ok, but if members of the Crownsguard were to see them…
“Prince Noctis, I must insist we stop this” He shouted as he ran around another corner, then up the long corridor to the throne room “Noctis!”
Ignis peered into the hall beyond, sure King Regis would be in here. Noctis was stood at the door leading into the throne room.
The lights were on, it was getting lighter in here. He could see all the paintings hung up on the wall, then there was a rumble as Noctis pulled open the doors
“Highness no!” Ignis shouted as Noctis ran into the room. The last thing Ignis wanted to see was little Noctis in trouble and King Regis’ disappointed face as he looked at the two boys.

‘It was my fault’ he would say. He would always say it, because he wanted to protect Noctis, no matter the cost.

“Noctis” He whispered, his hands, smaller than what he remembered, touching the door and pushing it open behind the young heir.

The room was blinding.

“Noct?” He said, holding a hand over his eyes, he walked into the throne room “Noct?” He repeated.
Peering through his fingers, he looked up the wide set of stairs reaching up high to the Lucian Throne.
“You’re not meant to sit on there Noctis” Ignis said, his voice still high “That chair is for the King. We’ll  get in trouble if we are found in here”

“But the King sits here Iggy” Noctis answered him
“Yes” Ignis said “The King! We’re going to get in so much trouble if your father comes in”
“But I am King, Iggy”

Ignis blinked, he lowered his hand and looked up at Noctis. He grinned down at Ignis and Ignis seen Noctis was no longer a boy, but a man. He was leaning in the throne as if he was born to sit there, which he had. His spikey hair lush and shinny.

Ignis smiled back
“You were always one for theatrics my old friend”

Noctis jumped down and walked towards him, looking at Ignis with all the warmth in the world.
“I’ve missed you”

Ignis touched the insides of his eyes before the tears could run.
“I’ve been waiting for you”

Noctis touched his arm
“You know why you can see me?”

Ignis nodded
“I am ready. I have been ready for some time”

“Then we better not keep Prompto waiting. He wants to see you just as much”

Noctis reached out his hand and just like the first time they met, Ignis reached out to take it, but did not take it at once.

“The Throne room. It was where we first met” Ignis reminded Noctis
Noctis nodded.
“I remember”

Ignis took Noctis hand. Far away he thought he could hear a long beeping noise ringing out, it came from far away. He thought he could hear voices all shouting orders at each other. He though he heard somebody saying the time, but none of that mattered to him, because in that moment he was with Noctis, walking deeper into the throne room.

 Gladio

Gladio placed the empty beer bottle down on the ground. His wife often moaned at him for drinking at his age, but it was a favourite of his.
His grown children were cutting firewood by the house, a fence keeping a small herd of rather tame Anak out of the garden. Gladio liked this house, out in the country, just a few mile away from Lestallum. It reminded him of younger days, camping outside under the stars. Now his campground had became a small house, his children had been raised here and still lived here. Like Prompto, he stayed away from Insomnia in the end, although Ignis felt comfortable being there. He rested his hand on his head. He was the only one now. Noctis, Prompto and Ignis had all passed. His thoughts went to Iris, she was in Lastallum, settled with a family of her own and still somehow, she managed to get by going up the stairs to her apartment. Gladio couldn’t really manage stairs no more. He slept on the ground floor, his legs too sniff now to carry his body upstairs, his back to sniff to bend down.
His eyes drifted over to the Anaks. Once he and the boys killed an entire herd and ate their meat. The memory brought a smile to his face. This herd were different, they were almost pets. Just as long as he didn’t go too near their babies he didn’t have to fear them.

He was watching the Anaks when a car purred up besides his house. Who could that be? He looked at it and his heart sank.
No way

Noctis got out and looked at the Anaks as if he was trying to work out why Gladio allowed them so close to his house, before walking up to Gladio
“And you can get lost” Gladio said
“And hello to you” Noctis said, crossing his arms and leaning against Gladio’s fence
“Not time yet Noctis” He was almost annoyed at the Prince.
Whoever chose when it was his time, well they had got it wrong. He wasn’t ready and he wasn’t going anywhere
“It’s time Gladio” Noctis spoke softly
Gladio ignored him
“Look, it’s nice to see you again, but Im not coming. No way” Gladio refused. He looked over at his children. One of his daughters were expecting a baby soon
“Bad timing as always” Gladio said.

Noctis was still leaning against the railing to the house, his blue eyes looking deep into Gladio’s
“and you can stop that too. It’s not working”

Noctis took a breath
“I know you don’t want to leave them. Nor would I ever force you, but it is your time Gladio. I have nothing to do with it, I just came to pick you up. You don’t have to leave this world alone”

“It’ not my time and you had better get out of here. I’m sure I have my sword somewhere around here..”
Noctis smiled sadly
“Im not a demon Gladio, just… your friend”

Gladio’s eyes flicked over to the car, for the first time he noticed Noctis hadn’t been driving.
Ignis raised his hand in greeting, he smiled at Gladio, then drank the Ebony Coffee in his hand. Sitting in the back, grinning at him widely was Prompto.
Gladio sighed. He was really happy to see them, even if he wasn’t happy at the timing.
“They’ll be ok” Noctis said, he was watching Gladio “The world is much safer now”

Gladio was still being stubborn
“Not leaving Noctis. I don’t care which of the Gods decided it was my time now. I have a family”
Noctis nodded, like he expected this.
Ignis got out and walked to Gladio, they hugged. Ignis whispered something in Gladio’s ear. Noctis could hear it
“Your father is waiting for you, Gladio”
Gladio swallowed.
“Where are we going?” Gladio asked

Noctis got off the railings and into the back of the regalia, waiting for Gladio to get in next to him “We’re going… to an old place” Noctis smiled
“Yeah baby!” Prompto agreed from the front, turning the music on in the Regalia, the song that was playing, Gladio hadn’t heard it in years.
“An old place?” Gladio asked.

“Home” Noctis answered
“As it was before the war” Ignis finished
“To Insomnia!” Prompto added.

The car set off. To anybody out on the road that day, they swore they seen the old Kings’ car drive up the roads to Insomnia once again. Some claimed to have heard laughter and woops on the highways, some claimed the air around them felt warmer and a strange wind lifted the hairs on their skin, as if something went past them

Long Time No See // Stiles Stilinski

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles x reader
Word count: 2,881
Warnings: fluff
Request: Nopity nope

A/N: I wanted to write something, so I went on my laptop and started typing. This was the product of my spontaneity. Hopefully it doesn’t suck too much. 

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Going Back

Solo triplets x fem. reader

Warnings: Cursing and mentions of a suicide attempt.

Summary: The reader visits her old childhood friends, Matt, Kylo, and Ben, after not seeing them for several years for their birthday.

Word count: Almost 11k (10,949 words)

A/n: Lots of fluff and some drama. Instead of breaking it up into parts I tried to write it as one. (lol been working on this for a while now(sorry I’ve been so busy btw, teaching it so tough!!! :( )) I was inspired to write this after listening to ‘Lovesong’ by The Cure. Special thanks to @skellingtonbatz for the help!!

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Originally posted by sherrenaz

Originally posted by kyloxdriver

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Broken World, Chapter 1 (Pt. 1)

Historical Account of Ilfeq, Crewman of the Xlnfrag in charge of integrating the human soldiers into the ship and crew

I was brought on that vessel as a Problem Solver. When members of the crew had a disagreement, I would be called upon to calm them down. It was that simple. I was good at it. In eight cycles, there have only been seventeen fights that escalated before I could calm them down. Considering our crew consisted of some eight thousand individuals, I would call that a job well done. I am, of course, not saying that to impress anyone. Rather I tell you about my success so you understand how sure of my abilities I was. Perhaps, that will explain my failures.

It was a decade after we had made contact with the humans. Their world was primitive, but you will have learned that in school. They had a feudal system in place: There was a central administration, but it was weak, with little to no control over the different countries. Membership wasn’t even mandatory, and armed conflicts between members were frequent. In spite of their political underdevelopment, the humans had evidently managed to send several of their own to space (to be precise: to their moon), so they had legally reached contact level.

The diplomats that reached out to them were shocked. The human race was, evolutionary speaking, in its early phases. Out of the eight sapient species, they were the only one that had a set lifespan, and they hadn’t even made the effort to know the depths of their own oceans before they had shot their first vessels into space.

I’m sorry. It is unnecessary for me to tell you all of this. What I really want to talk about is how the downfall of the Xlnfrag came to pass.

As a joint mission of the militaries of three of their countries, some two thousand humans had been granted access to our ship. We, ourselves, welcomed the opportunity. Obviously, the human race was young and foolish compared to ours, so we would gladly teach them and welcome them into the confederacy once they had proven themselves worthy. For this, admittedly experimental, mission to work, the command over the humans was given to a Captain Darling. The translators tell me his name is something they call a spouse, so the humans would make jokes occasionally. The Item'qar, on the other hand, were under the command of General Huylrq. The ship, however, was commanded by Captain Ishiim, and obviously everyone had to obey his orders. You see, the situation was weird. Really weird. Command structures were not as they usually were in certain situations, and there was a General on a ship. Mostly because he was such a well respected man who could be trusted to keep the crew in check, but nonetheless, that wasn’t normal. And I was given the task of negotiating in conflicts on the ship as  I had always been, only now that included conflicts between humans and conflicts between humans and Item'qar.

You will have noticed two ways in which the Terrans are different from us: They have mates, and they mock their superiors. For me, too, these things caused some confusion, but the humans seem to get by rather formidably in spite of them.

Enough of this nonsense. Let me tell you about how this great ship, the  Xlnfrag, came to be doomed:
We were all really excited. No one aboard had ever seen a human, at least not in person. Sure, there were pictures and visuals, but the real thing is completely different, I assure you. So it came to pass that everyone who didn’t absolutely have to be on post was assembled in the ships inner doc, where the ferry would release its cargo of humans. To say that it was cramped would be an understatement.

By the time I had arrived (there had been a delay, I don’t remember what exactly), the ferry had already arrived. The ramp lowered down. And then we heard them. They marched in near perfect rhythm, creating a sound so haunting, we ended up recording it later in order to use it to destabilize enemy morale. There were three groups, one large one with about half the humans, and two smaller ones with some six hundred and four hundred respectively. I assumed that they were marching according to their nationality, and later I was told that I assumed correctly. One of them yelled something, the translator interpreted it as “Careful [65%]”, and they all raised their right hands to their heads in perfect unison. Then, after another command, one of the humans left rank. He walked towards us and spoke, and by the prophets in the sky, I tell you, he spoke Qar! He had a rather strong accent, of course, but it was very much comprehensible.

“Which of you are Captain Ishiim and General Huylrq?”, he asked. The two of them, caught by surprise, took a moment to react, but then stepped forward. The human, I say “he”, by the way, as I was later informed that this one was male, raised his hand to his head in a swift motion once more and said: “Superior warriors,” (he even knew how to address them) “I bring you greetings from the Leaders of the United States of America and the Francaise Republic, as well as as the Leader and the High Scribe of the Federal Republic of Deutschland.” He said the countries’ names in Terran dialects, apparently. “All four of them apologise for not being able to attend this event in person, but they hope that you will take comfort knowing that Captain Darling is a warrior carrying many signs of honour, and that he is a most suitable representative for this purpose.”

Then he waited, his hand at his head, staring at nothing. A mindless drone, I thought, awaiting a reaction. The captain and the general were a bit confused. After all, our species had done away with such procedures centuries ago. But then again, we hadn’t encountered a new species in centuries either. The general, taking charge of the situation, spoke first. “We thank your Leaders and Scribes for their greetings and ask you to send them our expression of friendship”, he repeated an ancient line that used to be said on occasions like this. The Captain joined in: “As commander of this vessel, I welcome you and yours aboard.” The human nodded, turned around on the spot and yelled something in a language the translators couldn’t interpret. And all of a sudden, other humans started yelling. I saw many Item'qar move their hands towards their guns. Feudal people could attack at any moment, after all. The human walked away, and three other humans took his place. One of them was different than the others. His flesh was much darker. One was a female, apparently, as you could tell from the concealed mammaries she had under her clothes. The third one spoke, and the translators played it back to us in Item'qar. Greetings were exchanged, but nothing interesting came out of that conversation. They all expressed their mutual respect and hope for good cooperation. The human that had third human asked about the quarters. And that, basically, was it. After another order, the humans just walked away, no longer in unison but casually, like they had been exchanged for people with independent minds.

Even back then, something about that bugged me. There was this slight feeling like something was deeply, deeply wrong. Those people, especially the one that spoke Qar (though probably just because I saw him up close), they had been like machines when they marched in. It wasn’t anything that would have required to suppress any emotions, just an exchange of greetings. Yet they had stood there like statues, with their eyes completely cold. I didn’t know, and I still don’t, if they were all like this or if it was just their warriors, but I remember thinking that they must be capable of enormous cruelties in their duty.

But I banished those thoughts from my mind. I had my orders. It wasn’t my place or duty to worry about such things. That’s what the Thinkers are for. Were for. Now, of course, there are no more Thinkers.

So the next day, I went to do my job. The humans had slept, apparently the flight had been long and not offered the comfort they require for proper rest, so now they were perfectly relaxed and, it seemed, eager to work with us.

I will say: for all the negative experiences I, and so many others, have made with humans, I cannot and will not deny that they have the greatest work moral amongst the Eight Sapients, excluding us of course. But for a species of mammals to be this willing to labour, that was just unheard of. We all know how… laid back the Sherim and Tarifel are. But the humans, they jumped at any opportunity to help us out. The precise duties they would have to fulfil on a regular basis were still being worked out (the schedules had to be adapted to their longer day cycle, and we were not fully aware of how capable they would be in critical positions), and it was my task for the day to talk to their leading warriors in order to establish what special abilities they could bring to the table, but also to listen to any complaints they might have had concerning the ship or crew. Preventive  de-escalation, if you will. I couldn’t find the warrior Darling at his cabin, so I asked one of the drones – sorry, I mean human soldiers – for his whereabouts. This one was female, too. I could see part of her mammaries (she didn’t wear the full uniform, I think she was on break) so it was very obvious. The human pointed me in a direction, saying “no idea if he’s actually there, but Captain Grenouille is in that direction, seventh door to the right. If he doesn’t know where Darling is, you can probably just talk to him, he’s his second-in-command on this mission.” I thanked her, but just as I wanted to leave, she bared her teeth at me! I jumped backwards, almost hitting a wall, and reached for my gun. Of course I did. Everyone knows that this is how mammals signal that they are about to eat you!

Let me be clear, I still think that it was a reasonable reaction. I wasn’t going to shoot her, of course, I simply meant to signal that I am capable of killing her and that she should find something else to eat. Nonetheless, I am a bit embarrassed that the first conflict between our two species on board the ship was almost caused by me waving a gun in a human’s face. She was, to say the least, shocked at my reaction, but after some yelling from both sides, it became apparent that she meant no harm. It seems humans bare their teeth in order to show happiness or friendly intentions. How any species could ever think Look at my instruments of murder which are used to tear flesh apart could be a friendly gesture is honestly beyond me. I took it as a sign that the human race took joy in warfare and killing. Not a bad trait for warriors to have, of course, but I couldn’t stop wondering how this would affect discipline. Perhaps that was why they had seemed so mindless, drone-like the day before. If they don’t suppress all emotions, they turn into killing machines.

I found the human called Grenouille. I immediately liked him more than the female. He lacked mammaries. Most of the humans on board did, actually. But that wasn’t the reason. He had dark flesh, and I soon learned that he was the same man that had been there the day before, one of the three commanding officers that took the place of the one who spoke Qar. The complexion of his skin was much closer to the pitch black of our exoskeleton, so I suppose I just naturally felt closer to him. He, too, bared his teeth at me. This time, I remained calm.

“I heard you and Private Jenkins shout at each other. The translator didn’t catch everything you said, but something about an attack?”

“A misunderstanding on my part. That thing you do, smile, it looked threatening.”

His teeth parted, and he made some sort of a barking sound. This, I had expected. I had been informed that their laughter was of a less sophisticated nature, especially amongst the warriors.

“You will have to forgive her, Crewman Ilfeq. Your entire species looks threatening to us, and I’m sure you don’t think that way about yourselves.”

“Naturally. As I said, it was my fault. But tell me, Captain: If you heard us shout, why did you not come to intervene?”, I asked.

“Eh” he made a motion with his right appendage, as if he lazily smacked a swamp fly. “I was sure you’d sort it out amongst yourselves.”

This came as a bit of a surprise, but I didn’t bother asking. The curious change between lax and strict discipline would be something I would need to get used to.

“I wanted to talk to Captain Darling. It is for the assessment of the humans, in order to distribute them to the stations were they would be most efficient.”

“Ah yes. I’m sorry. The captain is currently unavailable. There was a fight between some German and American soldiers over some sports event. He and Captain Graupe had to calm it down. Graupe is the one responsible for the Germans, by the way. Me, I deal with the French folks around. Until the Captain’s back, I could give you an assessment of my men and women, if you want.”

I thanked him, and we began our planning. After a short time, Captain Darling came into the room and apologized for being late. Once he realized we were already talking about the assessment of the French, he simply put a data device on the table and told his deputy to take care of the Americans and Germans, too.

I liked Grenouille, even then. He was the only human I ever felt connected to, though that friendship only developed later and is not supposed to be subject of this recording. I named my youngest hatchling after him, actually. I was told that’s what humans do when a friend dies.

3 AM ~ D.S.

A/N: I lowkey had a moment of weakness for the Daniel lane while writing this. Anyway, I wrote this last night at like 1 am and I hope you guys like this. Hugeeee thank you to my babe Viki ( @nightsspentthinking ) for proofreading this, you’re the real mvp ily Vik.

REQUESTED? No, I just felt like writing some fluff 

SUMMARY: You move to the other side of the country and are hoping for a fresh start and new people. Turns out that’s exactly what you find when you meet the boy next door

As your mom drives on the freeway, for what seems like hours you hum along to the songs in your playlist while following the raindrops on the window.  She finally pulls up to your driveway and you go to grab your last few bags from the backseat. Your mom traveled a lot for her work and once again they asked her to take over an office on the other side of the country. You’d been to the house a few times before to help your mom out with furniture and already bring some things over, but today you finally brought the last of your stuff to the house. In a way you were kind of excited this time around, you were ready for a fresh start and new people. When you and your mom came to see the house for the first time you briefly met your neighbor. You remember him introducing himself as Daniel. He seemed really nice and he came to bring you and your mom a cake his mom baked, he said it was this thing she did whenever new people moved into the neighborhood, sort of like a welcome gift.

A few weeks went by and even though you lived next to him, you only saw him in the morning when you went to your car to leave for class. You guys would always shyly wave and greet each other. But that would change soon enough you just didn’t know it yet.

It was about almost 3 am and you were just listening to some music in your room while trying to write an essay for your psychology class. You started to get tired around 1 am so you’d already had about 3 cups of coffee to stay awake and finish it. “Ugh” you say as you delete the last paragraph you wrote. Suddenly you hear a knock on your window. You get up from your chair to investigate the window. Your curtain had been open just a little and you peeked through the small crack before opening the rest of the curtain. You’re surprised when you see Daniel squatting in front of your bedroom window and raise your eyebrow at him before opening the window. “Before you ask I’m aware it’s 3 in the morning but, I lost my cat.” You can’t help but chuckle at his comment. “So, you knocked on my window at 3 in the morning because you lost your cat?” “Yes, well actually no, it’s not my cat I’m cat-sitting for a friend but I need you to help me find it.”

“Why me?” He looked at you and thought about it for a second. “Well, doesn’t this qualify as one of those spontaneous midnight things you do with the girl next door?”  You both chuckle and you eventually give in to help him find the cat. “Alright I’ll help you, what does it look like?” Daniel smiles, beaming with excitement as you agree to help him. “It’s a white Persian cat, he’s kind of chubby and looks angry at all times like he’s plotting a murder.“ You giggle because of Daniels description. “Okay, let’s go find your killer cat then.” You follow Daniel through your window to go outside. “So what’s the plan Danny boy?” “Really? Danny boy? You could’ve picked anything and you went with that?.” He shakes his head while chuckling. “If you get to call me ‘the girl next door’ I get to give you a nickname too.” He sighs and pulls a face. “Alright, Danny boy it is then.”  

“That’s him!” Daniel exclaims pointing at a white ball of fur. After staying out for about 2 hours looking for the cat and joking around with Daniel, you finally found him 2 blocks away from yours, napping on someone’s front porch. “Well, what are you waiting for, go grab him.” As Daniel walked up the porch quietly to try and grab the cat, you stood on the road watching him with a smile on your face. This boy was something else and you had to admit it intrigued you.  Daniel walked back to you with the cat in his arms and proudly said: “I caught him.” You couldn’t help but smile and took a quick picture of him with the cat. “What was that for?” he asked in amusement. “Just to remember you by.” You answered with a smirk. “Danny boy, the guy next door that comes knocking on your window at 3 in the morning on a school night, to ask for help finding a cat.” Daniel smiled and answered: “That will be my legacy.” He took out his phone as you were laughing at his comment and took a picture. You asked him the same question he had asked you and the blue-eyed boy looked you straight in the eyes. “To remember that I can always count on the cute girl next door that has a beautiful smile.” You couldn’t help but blush and look away after quickly whispering a ‘thank you’.

It was around 6 AM by the time you and Daniel had made it back to your street. Daniel had insisted on climbing up to your window with you to make sure you got inside safely. After you’d agreed and got inside, he sat down in your window. “I had a lot of fun.” he said while looking at you intently. “me too” you answered and paused for a second before continuing. “You’re the only person I would follow outside at 3 in the morning to go search for a cat.” Daniel smirked while scratching the back of his neck. “We should do this more often, it can be our thing.” You thought about it for a second and smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that.” After saying your goodbyes and giving him a hug, he looked back while getting out through the window and said: “Sweet dreams, Y/N”. “So you do know my name!” you had answered him before shooting him a radiant smile. “Of course I do, how can I forget the name of the pretty girl next door?” That’s the last he said before climbing down again and you thank god that he didn’t see you blush at his comment again.

After that night Daniel would come knocking on your window in the middle of the night every so often. He’d use anything as an excuse to come over and see you and tonight was no different. Once again you were up late working on a paper for one of your classes when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn around ready to fight someone only to see Daniel standing in front of you. “Woah easy there Y/N, it’s just me.” He said before bursting out in laughter. “Would you stop coming in through the window, it scares the hell out of me every time! I told you to knock, and not just waltz in.” He chuckled “I know, I’m sorry, but your reaction is just so priceless every time.” “One day I will end up actually hitting you and it won’t be so funny anymore Danny boy.” He scoffed jokingly and swung his arm over your shoulder. “You wouldn’t hurt a fly, let’s be real.” “Hey” you whined at him “I don’t need the confirmation, Daniel.” You messed up his hair before asking what he wanted to do this time.

 “I was wondering if you wanted to go outside and stargaze for a little, I couldn’t sleep and I sat on the roof for a little and saw the light in your room was still on, so I thought I’d come over and ask if you wanted to join me.” You had always been a big fan of stargazing and excitedly exclaimed ‘yes’ before grabbing his hand and dragging him outside. You and Daniel sat on your roof for about an hour talking about all different kinds of things with a nice cup of coffee to stay warm. Daniel had brought a thermos filled with coffee because he knew you’d eventually need it. It was pretty chilly tonight and you hadn’t bothered to change out of your top and shorts to go outside. Daniel saw you shiver from the corner of his eye. “Are you cold?” he asked a little worried about you. “Just a little, I’ll go grab a jacket in a second.” He took off the sweatshirt he was wearing and gave it to you “nonsense, you can wear my sweatshirt.” You gladly took it and thanked him with a hug. “You look cute” he blurted out looking at you while biting his lip. You covered half of your face with the big sleeves of Daniels sweatshirt so he couldn’t see you smile. “I know you’re blushing Y/N, it’s no use to try and hide it.” He gently took your hands away from your face and looked at your face in the moonlight. He brushed his thumb over your cheek while staring into your eyes. “Do you want to kiss as badly as I do right now?” he asked while shifting his gaze to your lips. “yes” is all you said and with that, your lips connected.

After the gentle kiss Daniel grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of you blushing and smiling. It had become a habit to snap a quick picture by the end of the night, to remember your little spontaneous adventures. Even though you would always take these pictures you would still ask each other what you wanted to remember this night by. “What memory is going to go with that picture?” you asked him curiously. “It’s the night I kissed the beautiful girl next door and asked her to be my girlfriend.” You blushed even harder after hearing those words but end up grabbing your phone to snap a picture as well. “To me, it’ll be the night the cute boy next door finally kissed me and I said yes to being his girlfriend.” He gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead and you laid your head on his shoulder to continue stargazing.

how nice is the Underworld in Corpse Bride tho? Every time there’s a new arrival everyone shows up and they do songs and dancing and give them drinks. That’s nice.

Imagine that. You die, and a whole bunch of people run to greet you and maybe they’re a bit scary but they all want to make sure you feel welcome and happy. 

The Last Time

As the poison consumes you body and soul, even the smallest rays of bliss become harder to reach.

Genre: Smut and angst

part one Part two

Sehun’s feet began moving towards the scene before he could properly process what was happening. He swiftly grabbed your wrist and yanked you from Suho’s grasp.  

“What do you think you are doing?” He spat through gritted teeth. His jawline was rigid as he waited for a response. 

 "Let go of me" 

 "I wasn’t talking to you" he snapped, pulling you closer to him. His muscles were tense as he tightened his grip on you. It took a lot of effort not to cry out from the pain he was causing you.

 "I think you need to let her go.“ Suho chimed in, trying to remain calm despite his youngers flurry of emotions. The two stared each other down for what seemed like forever before Sehun finally let go of your wrist. 

 "Fine, have it your way.” He tossed your wrist away as if it burned him to touch you. Disgust reigned over his features as he took one final look at you, drinking in your entirety, before walking away. You watched his retreating figure as he stormed down the hall from which he came. Your throbbing wrist invaded your storm of thoughts, bringing your attention back to the here and now. The skin there was red and angry where his fingers were.Surely it would leave a bruise the next day. Suho gently reached out to grab your injured wrist. He carefully inspected the extent of what Sehun did, being extra gentle as to not make it worse. 

 "You should really put some ice in this" he breathed, still holding your wrist. He held a look of utmost sincerity as he spoke. It was almost as if he was genuinely concerned. You weren’t about to accept his pitty however, not after what just happened. 

 "I’m fine, thank you" you hastily remarked pulling your wrist back. “I’m going to go, thank you for your help.” You hurriedly turned on your heel and walked out the tall glass doors of the building. You just went wherever your feet led you, not caring that it had started to rain. If anything, the rain was welcomed, because it cleared the streets of any people, and allowed your tears to freely fall. 

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 Sehun stormed down the hall, furious that Suho had the audacity to try and comfort you. You had left him, so it was your fault if you felt any remorse. Besides, it was none of the leaders business. Suho needed to keep his hugs away from you and anyone else he knew Sehun was interested in. As he continued down the hall, a familiar face rounded the corner. 

 "Oh, Sehun oppa" she greeted with the brightest smile on her face. It was his new assistant, aka, your replacement. 

 "Oh Wendy, it’s so great to run into you. I had something I needed to see you about.“ And with that he pulled the overly happy assistant into the nearest supply closet, just as he had done with you only a month before. 

His lips were instantly on hers, greedily sucking and biting. He forced his tongue into her mouth, swallowing any protests she may have had. His hands were all over her body. Squeezing her breast, grabbing her ass, pulling her wrinkle free frilled blouse from the confines of her black pencil skirt. He all but ripped open the buttons to her top while ravishing her neck. He purposefully left marks on every inch of skin he could. 

Soft moans filled the small confines of the storage room as Sehun had his way with the assistant. His pants were proving to be to constricting for him, so without detaching himself from her now bruised neckline, he loosened his belt and lowered his pants just enough for his fully hardened member to spring free. Soon Wendy was hoisted against the wall, her skirt was pulled above her hips, and her small Lacey panties were ripped off her. Her chest was rapidly falling and rising as she continued to have labored breaths. In a normal situation she would have chastised Sehun for destroying her prized delicates, but in this moment she was at a loss for words. 

Sehun expertly aligned himself with her dripping entrance before lowering her body down in a swift motion. He filled her to the hilt, causing her to scream out louder than anticipated at the sudden intrusion. Any passer by would have heard the commotion, but Sehun was smarter than that. He knew that the only people in the area at this time of day were Wendy and you. Wendy was a little preoccupied with him at the moment, and based upon the events that unfolded in the lobby, he knew you were long gone. All the better for Sehun.  He pulled out of Wendy before slamming back into her at a rapid pace. Lewd sounds of skin on skin filled the room as he continued to pound into her. All the while she repeated his name like a mantra. 

 "Sehun I’m so close” she raggedly breathed. A few more hardened bucks of his hips and she was unraveling in his arms. Sehun wasn’t finished though. He never let up his pace as she finished riding out her high. As Sehun grew close, he pulled her off his lap, and force red her onto her knees.

“You know what to do.” Was all he spoke. Immediately she latched onto his shaft with her lips. His hands were latched in her dark locks as he all but fucked her face. Wendy was used to this though. It was the agreement they had made. He would fuck her till she reached her bliss, then she would finish him by sucking him off. A pretty fair trade in her opinion. Sehun was close to his release. This was made evident by his unsteady movements and scattered grunts. Wendy bobbed her head a few more times before Sehun rammed his member to the back of her throat. His hot seed spilled down her esophagus as she choked from her gag reflex being triggered. Sehun pulled away from her, his member springing from her lips with a light popping sound. Wendy crumbled on the floor trying to catch her breath. After tidying himself up, he gave Wendy a helping hand in pulling her to a standing position.

“Good job. You always were a good little slut for me.” He winked before heading out the door and into the hall. Wendy knew what to do. Straighten herself up, wait five minutes, and continue on with her day as if nothing had happened. It was easy really. No one would know of their relationship, but she would still have her sexual needs fulfilled. 

 After giving herself a once over, she proceeded out into the hall, carrying on her business like she would any other day. She sinfully smiled to herself thinking about the whole situation. The day you had left Sehun, he came to her with a deal that was too good to be true. They would have casual sex, of course without him releasing inside her. She would suck him off, and that would be their little secret. What Sehun didn’t know was that Wendy had tricks up her sleeve. Once the time was right, she would use their “secret relationship” to climb herself higher up the corporate ladder of S.M. Entertainment. And if that didn’t work, then their relationship would go viral, and Sehun would be ruined. An evil chuckle escaped her lips as she finished her last task of the day. 

 What a win win for me

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 After you were dripping wet and frozen solid, you found that your feet had carried you home. Shivers racked your body and you head felt lighter than air. On the walk to your porch, the ground felt as if it was moving beneath you. With unsteady hands you grasped onto the handrail before losing your balance completely. The three steps that led to your door seemed doomingly impossible as your head began pounding with a migraine. Rain continued to pour down upon you as you made began your ascent of the stairs with heavy steps. It took all your strength to pull yourself up the final step, and up onto your door stoop. By this time the edges of your vision were blurred, and any strength you had was quickly dissolving.

Your makeup had long been washed away by a mixture of tears and rain drops. A few stray pieces of hair clung to your face and neck as you struggled to find your keys in your purse. Your vision was continuously getting worse. What seemed like hours was only a few seconds, but with how you felt, it was a miracle you had even made it up the stairs and located your keys in your oversized purse. With shaky hands, you finally got the key in the lock. You must have really been feeling ill because you could have sworn you heard someone calling your name. 

 "___________“ 

 "I’m going crazy ” you mumbled to yourself as the struggle began to open the door. Your grasp kept slipping on the doorknob from your wet hands. Frustration was beginning to line your emotions. 

 "_____________“ 

Hearing the non existent caller of your name frustrated you even more. Just when you were about to give up, you took the hem of you shirt and wrapped it around the knob. Finally it turned enough to open the door. 

 "Finally” you breathed to yourself, taking your first step in the warm, dry sanctuary you called home. But before you could fully celebrate your accomplishment, your vision finally succumbed to the numbness your body felt and your legs gave way beneath you. The hardwood floors of your foyer rushing up to meet your face was the last thing you remember before everything turned black. What you didn’t know was that a strong pair of arms stopped you from falling to the floor. 

A/N: Finally a part 2. I was feeling better today, so I finally was able to update at least one of my stories. Who do you think was there to catch her? Or better yet, who do you hope it was??

Originally posted by katherine8595

Zelda's Log #0: The Permanent Roomate

A/N: first chapter! Read the prologue first, if you are a new reader!
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The morning following her arrival to Hateno Village, after giving him a kiss on his brow, Zelda left a deeply asleep Link to get acquainted with her new place of residence.

Clad in her more comfortable blouse, pants and boots, she wandered through the winding road up the hill, until she could reach a height at which she could observe the whole place.

The sight brought a satisfying smile to her face.


7:46 a.m.

It’s amazing how Hateno has changed! It was a small settlement a hundred years ago, now it’s bursting with life and activity. Link's​ house is one of the oldest ones - it was about to be demolished, can you believe it?


She kept walking, reaching the premises of the Laboratory, with the intention of greeting its colorful resident.

Despite her extremely youthful appearance, Zelda recognized the sheikah scientist - her glasses gave her away.

‘Goddesses, Purah, what happened to you?!’, Zelda gasped in shock, hands covering her open mouth.

‘Occupational hazards, Princess’, the tiny child-woman said, shrugging and giving her a cheery wink. ‘Good to see you again!’

'Likewise. I came to see​ how you were faring’, Zelda informed her, ‘and to ask if you could see how my Sheikah slate is working’.

Purah checked the device thoroughly while she explained the Princess her findings on the past century - she was not scant on the details of her accident.

‘It’s perfectly fine, but some upgrades wouldn’t hurt’, she explained, tapping the screen. 'Go back to Link's​ and see if he has spare parts’.

‘How do you know I’m at his house?’, Zelda asked.

'Symin went out and brought some gossip on how Hateno’s newest mystery resident arrived with a lady in a white dress on the back of his horse’, Purah explained, gesticulating with excitement. 'Besides the black fog at the castle faded in a burst of light the other day. You don’t have to be a genius to assume you both defeated the Calamity!’

'Which is true’, Zelda assured. 'I wouldn’t be here if we hadn’t, would I?’

'Sure thing! But in all honesty, I think people probably think you just got hitched’, she chuckled, with a cheery grin, 'white dresses can be misleading!’

The Princess’ face looked as a freshly mined ruby.

'Purah, I will return later with the materials’ - Zelda dashed to the door - 'I need to fix this misunderstanding!’

Zelda didn’t even have to open the door, for Link smashed it open. He waved to the scientists.

'I was looking for you’ - he grabbed her hand, taking her with him - ‘Come with with me’. He seemed a bit upset.

'I know I should have let you know where I was going’, she recognized, letting herself be guided by him. 'Where are we going?’

'You’ll see’.

Zelda looked to the village as they approached it. There was a small crowd gathered near the general store. Immediately an idea popped in her head.

'A-are you going to introduce me…’, she asked nervously. ’…to the people?’

He nodded, smiling widely.

'What are we going to tell them?’, she asked, trying to find the words to explain easily who was her and how she got there.

'The truth’.

She squinted at him, not sure if he was going to tell an abridged version of the facts, or actually the whole story.

Before she could even muster a word to introduce herself, Link surprised her.

‘This is Zelda’, he presented her, 'she is living with me from now on, as my permanent roommate. Be nice to her, please, she is new to many things’.

No more details. A very Link introduction for sure. Only one thing made her iffy.

People kindly greeted her, giving her a warm welcome. Some people even gave her gifts, mostly prepared meals and flowers.

Once she knew all the names, both returned home.  

'Permanent roommate? Seriously?’, Zelda asked, certainly upset, leaving the gifts on the table. 'What kind of concept is that?’

Link huffed.

'I’m sorry, but what else would I say to them?’ - he shrugged- ‘We’re not newlyweds​, like some people thought, and they already know mostly everything about you but your name’.

'What do they know about me?’, she asked startled, worried about his answer.

'I’ve been running around all the corners of Hyrule for months, talking more and to more people than I ever had in my entire life’, he informed her. ‘Most folks in Hyrule know about me and my mission’ - he sighed, drooping his shoulders - 'go figure out the rest’.

'And I was thinking how fantastic would be a life in anonymity, at least for a while’, she sighed in resignation.


12.35 p.m.

I had a really eventful morning. Not only I was able to catch up with the findings of a very rejuvenated Purah - my Sheikah slate is in dire need of updates in comparison to Link’s - but I was also introduced to the villagers by my “permanent roommate” - a term coined by Link to describe our current living status, which I find uncomfortable, to say the least, considering all that has transpired between us.


After lunch, Zelda went to the Lab to upgrade her slate, and wandered around, trying its new features.


3.17 p.m.

I am amazed by the upgrade features! I am out of words by the compendium. I’m so eager to complete it; I might be able to add something new if I am lucky enough to discover a creature or a stone.


The rustle of grass took her eyes away from her writing. She already knew who it was.

'What do you want, permanent roommate?’, she asked, closing her notepad, not even turning to face him. 'I’m busy with my research’.

‘You aren’t. You always do that thing when you are mad’, he noted, 'You shut yourself away, not telling why you are acting like that’ - he sat on the grass next to her - ‘I’m not leaving until you explain yourself’.

‘Your poor choice of words when explaining our relationship to the villagers’. She cut straight to the point.

And then it dawned on him. Zelda heard the slapping noise of his hand against his face and a troubled groan.

‘I’m sorry’, he apologized in a pitiful tone, ‘I didn’t mean it; I thought it described well out situation’.

‘I know’, she acknowledged, turning to face him, ‘That’s why I went to be grumpy on my own. I can be petty if I want to’.

‘I do remember that’.

‘It’s not just that though… I thought people didn’t know who I was’, Zelda commented, playing with the grass blades. ‘I wanted a fresh start, to do whatever I wanted, specially researching’

'No one is telling you what to do now, but’ - he stroked her hair- 'you are who you are, and you can’t rub that off you…You can be a scholar, and still fulfill your royal duties’.

She nodded.

'Let’s go back home’, he requested, offering his hand for her to stand up, 'I made you cake’.

'Sounds like a good plan’, she observed, holding his hand.

They walked hand in hand back home, silently, stealing glances.

Once home, she realized that next to the cake was a beautiful notebook, covered in leather.

'I forgot to give you your birthday gift last night’, he admitted, handing her the item, 'I thought you might want to continue your research in a proper logbook’.

Her eyes widened, with a spark of glee shining on her emerald irises, and a wide smile graced her lips. Her priceless reaction made him feel extremely rewarded.

'Goddesses, it’s fantastic!’, she shouted, examining it, ‘Thank you’ -she held the notebook against her heart- 'this means so much to me’.

He just remained silent, cheeks tinted red.

‘I have a lot of research to do’, she told him coyly, tapping the hard-covered notebook. 'I consider you have the qualifications required to be my assistant… What do you think?’

‘As long as it doesn’t involve eating raw hot-footed frogs’ - he made a disgusted gesture - ‘I accept’.

His answer compelled her to give him a big kiss on the cheek.


7:33 p.m.

This is the first, albeit unofficial entry in this log. I have to catch up not only with a hundred years of research, but also with all the people who remain from our past and present. Link will join me in this quest, not only as my guardian and assistant, but also as something else - to my surprise, this logbook had a charming dedication, perhaps added after a misunderstanding we had during the day, related precisely about our relationship status:

May we never be apart ever again.

-Link (your permanent roommate, who loves you)

Diamond "GYM" Brady

I worked at Gilded Gym as a greeter and receptionist, I also rang up sales at the store for drinks, snacks, apparel, gym bags, etc.

I had to put up with these muscle bound meatheads hitting on me, or people not showing up for their appointments with their trainers, and the trainers yelling at ME, like it was somehow my fault their client didn’t show up.

There were inconsiderate people who didn’t wipe their sweat off of the equipment after using it, inconsiderate buffoons who didnt pit rhe weighrs back on tje racks when they were done with them (creating tripping hazards), pigs who would make a horrendous mess of the bathrooms, and these bodybuilding asshats that grunted super loud, and wanted everyone to hear it. Those were the worst. They hog the equipment, start fights, and keep shouting “Oh YEAH!” over and over, like the Kool-aid man on steroids.

Speaking of steroids, I sometimes saw these shady characters who hung around, possibly dealing illegal or semi legal “performance enhancement” pills, and illegal or semi legal diet pills. Some of the gym patrons would ask me to hook me up with some of that stuff, but I had nothing to do with that stuff, and I would tell them that. Then they realized that it was another staff member that worked a different shift at the front desk that had those connections and would back off. I reported this to management, as did a few other staff members, but the report fell on deaf ears.

The indoor spas and saunas were never cleaned, people complained to me about their swimsuits or towels smelling foul as a result. Sometimes these idiots would wear their street shoes into spa, sauna, and shower areas, despite being told not to, and it created more filth. The janitorial staff seemed to be AWOL a lot.

Sometimes these people would get locked into membership contracts, and had trouble cancelling them. You have my sympathies for your plight, but it wasn’t MY fault. I don’t sign people up for contracts, I just bring you a duffel bag, smile and say “Welcome” when you signed your membership. Stop screaming at me because you are having trouble getting out of your membership. You’re an adult, you should be able to read the fine print better.

I am not a babysitter or a gamekeeper, yet these gym members would bring their kids or their pets and expect ME to watch them. I’m too busy checking/confirming appointments, ringing up merchandise, answering phones, locating trainers when their clients show up for their appointments, and greeting new members. There are no child care or kennel facilities at this gym, and the membership policies clearly state that no kids or pets are allowed.

Sometimes the locker rooms get burglarized, but it isn’t my fault. I can’t watch the locker rooms, and they aren’t near my workstation, they are farther back in the building and I can’t watch them. I had wished my employers would have hired security guards or attendants to prevent this, but they were too cheap. The robberies seemed to happen on my days off, 9 times out of 10, and yet the members or even the management would scream at the store and reception staff. It wasn’t our fault.

I finally quit after they wanted us to do even more tasks around the gym, for less pay. They wanted us to scrub the equipment, put away the weights, and clean the spa, locker, and bathroom facilities. The maintenance staff just goofed off, hit on me and the rest of the female staff, or gawked at the female gym members. Why should the reception and store staff be forced to do the maintenance staff jobs yet not get paid extra for that?

I heard that location might close down, corporate may bring an investigation if they get enough complaints or if the location loses too much members/money.

Being reunited with the group after a long time would include:

Requested

Originally posted by twddaily

• After being separated from the group a long time ago, wandering and fighting alone through this world the day would come you’d stand before Alexandria’s gates not knowing who you’d meet again

• You would look up the gates hearing a familiar voice calling your name

• Looking up you would see Abraham shouting chuckling and with glowing eyes down to you what a tough walker asskicking badass you are to make it here after all this time before opening the gates

• You being startled realizing that you’ve not only found a safe place but also a part or maybe even all of the people you missed that long

• You being greeted by a stunned Rick, who would just give you a hug and welcome you to your new home after he completely realizes that you’re alive and healthy before saying that he will show you everything after the others have seen you

• Michonne would come happily over to you with Judith on her arm while you are stunned about how much she has grown

• Daryl would come over to you and shortly after standing before each other not knowing what to do he would hug you tightly and tell you afterwards that he can’t wait to go on runs with you again

• Glenn would sit hours in the evenings after your arrival on a porch talking with you about everything that has happened to you and to the group during the time you were gone and the losts they had

• Maggie would happily tell you that she’s pregnant and seeing her that happy with Glenn would be the best greeting gift you could imagine besides seeing them again

• Father Gabriel saying that this, you coming back to them, strengthens his believes in wonders

• Seeing Carl with the bandage around his eye would shock you the first moments letting you worry about him but also being happy to see him again and him telling you after some days how all that has happened

• Eugene coming to you afterwards with a repaired radio as a gift to show you how happy he is that you’re back through not really knowing how to show it to you on another way

• Carol would be extremely happy to see you again and would be relieved that you’re safe and sound and after you heard about her baking cookies, you would have a big basket with them standing on your porch one morning

• After Rosita saying that she weren’t sure if you would make it to ever meet them again, Tara would say that she never gave up on thinking that one day you would come back

• After all, every single one of them being happy that you’re back with them, knowing that without you the group isn’t complete


@dasani-saraai

[ Insert Impressive Badassery ]

This is a little team x reader fic requested by anon. @eggrok asked to be tagged, so here ya go. This was requested forever ago (it’s been months, i’m awful and infinitely sorry guys, i suck), but here it is. This isn’t the longest fic, but I’m still trying to get back into writing again, so please bear with me. Please enjoy :)

You are very short (about 5'2"-ish) and not very physically intimidated but really you’re very intimidating

Originally posted by molarbearr


“Everybody?” Emily called out, stepping onto the catwalk and pulling at the attention of the rest of the team, “Meet the newest member of the BAU!”

You followed behind her as she traipsed down a small set of stairs, showing you to a huddle of people around a group of desks, all smiling in greeting. One of them, a spindly, nerdy-looking agent was practically craning his neck to look down at you. Most people in your life had to do this with you, but it never bothered you much. You had bigger things to worry about.

Garcia, the technical analyst, leapt at you almost immediately, the widest smile you had every seen pasted across her lips, “Welcome!” She cheered, “Oh, you’re so cute! Y/n, we are going to have so much fun together!”

Then Luke stepped up, his expression kind and teasing in some odd way, “It’ll be nice not to be the new guy anymore,” He flashed you a winning smile, “You sure you’re up for all this, Pipsqueak?” You knew he was harmlessly teasing you and you weren’t bothered one bit as you shrugged.

Emily could tell what he was hinting at and she crossed her arms with a laugh, “Oh, you do not want to get on y/n’s bad side, Alvez. Trust me. She is an expert in martial arts, a trained sniper, and studied as a spy for the CIA for nearly a decade.”

Now Luke looked impressed and suddenly you were the one grinning.

The oldest of the group, the polite male who stood in the back with a calm smirk, spoke up, “That’s quite an impressive resume, y/n.” Rossi said. You recognized his name and face. This man was quite the legend among the federal ranks, of course you knew him. And now you were going to be working with him (no pressure!).

“I don’t think I’ll have all that much trouble stepping up, Alvez.” You joked back, turning to look directly at Luke. This was going to be a good fit. These people? Yeah, you definitely liked them and it seemed like they liked you, too.

“Alright, guys!” A blonde walked out of an upper conference room, Emily had mentioned her name was Agent Jareau, “We’ve got a case.” Her expression turned grim, and thus began your first day as a profiler of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.

Descension

After his previous attempt to wipe out the campers, the shattering of his religious beliefs, and a painful recovery in the hospital, Daniel is sentenced to house arrest at Camp Campbell. Or, as he slowly begins to believe, Hell itself.

But maybe within the depths of Hell, Daniel can find a friend. A friend with a fishbowl helmet and a unique look on the stars above.

(Also I absolutely took inspiration from this lovely fanart, at least in the setting)

[Read on Ao3]

It was so quiet.

Keep reading

208. Hannah Abbott never really knew what she wanted to do when she got older, it wasn’t until she stumbled across Madam Rosmerta comforting a distraught customer and offering him advice. As she continued to watch she noticed this guy had calmed down and was now smiling and laughing at whatever Madam Rosmerta had said. In that moment she knew what she wanted to do, she wanted to have a connection with people, to cheer them up and welcome the locals whenever they entered, to see new faces and greet old ones. Luckily, her dream came true when she bought the Three Broomsticks in 2004 after Madam Rosmerta had retired.

requested by @frizzard-georgia

coffeeshop au! seventeen (vocal unit)

a/n: these are shorter than I usually write, but if you want a more detailed and a possible love interest for these boys with this au, please feel free to request! I have a general idea for woozi’s part 2, so please be on the look out for that! coffee shop au’s for the performance unit and hip hop units are on the way!!! :) 
reminder: request box is open!
also, the gif does not have the original poster (so pls if you are, then contact me, i’ll give you credit!)


pairing: none
genre: fluff
warning: none
others in the series: vocal unit, hip hop unit, performance unit

jeonghan

  • cashier jeonghan is secretly annoyed every time owner seungcheol comes through the doors
  • but is very friendly towards everyone else though
  • he wants the customers to have the best service
  • wanted to be one of the baristas but seungcheol was strongly against it
  • you can attract people with your face
  • is the unofficial manager of the coffeeshop bc seungcheol is literally never there
  • is literally done with everyone
  • just wants to go home
  • deals with everyone’s b s
  • is extra tired when soonyoung walks into the shop
  • i have to deal with this idiot again
  • the type of cashier who remembers the orders of regulars
  • when days are slow, he likes to sleep in the back room and makes jun cover for him
  • (which makes joshua happy because he can finally be behind the counter)
  • looks like he hates his job and doesn’t ever want to be here
  • but he really does love this job & his co workers and the regulars (& even soonyoung bc he doesn’t want to admit it, but soonyoung makes his day entertaining)
  • he’s sees a lot of stuff that makes him laugh and this job just makes his whole day 10x better
  • is the type to yell out the orders instead of just writing them down and giving it to the baristas
  • one soy vanilla latte!!!
  • hyung, we’re like… right here;;;
  • oNE SOY VANI—
  • OK OK WE GOT IT
  • cashier jeonghan looks like he hates his job but in reality, he really loves it (stop being fake jeonghan)

joshua

  • joshua is a barista but doesn’t have a chance to make coffee bc he’s always put in the front of the store to give out free samples
  • your face can attract customers
  • (seungcheol knows how to advertise)
  • but is really shy when passing out free samples
  • someone complimented on his hair once and he almost dropped the tray
  • hyung! i made that tray, that’s precious coffee!!!!” -mingyu
  • when he does make coffee, he’s decent
  • not as good as mingyu, but definitely better than jun
  • cannot do latte art to save his life
  • has this knack of messing up an order but the customers never complain bc apparently it tastes even better than the original
  • he literally poured in like a tablespoon of salt instead of sugar” -mingyu
  • *proceeds to taste the drink*
  • what the heck this is good
  • *does the same thing and tries his drink*
  • t HIS IS PURE SALT HOW
  • i’m telling you, this boy works miracles
  • a lot of girls like to talk to him while he’s behind the counter
  • h eh , this boy is way too shy to talk back and seokmin ends up talking to them instead
  • his face gets red every time he has to take over seokmin’s job bc oh no he needs to t a l k to people
  • however, at regular customers, this shy persona flies out of the coffeeshop
  • this boy is w i l d with people he actually knows
  • jeonghan rolls his eye whenever joshua gets shy bc “this is not how this boy really is
  • cracks jokes behind the counter which are actually pretty funny to jun’s, mingyu’s and jeonghan’s surprise
  • lowkey disses jeonghan’s taste in music with jun and changes the music
  • basically, barista joshua has two sides: either you get shy schoolboy who’s face is red every time someone talks to him or jokester joshua who cracks corny ass jokes every chance he gets and is sassy

jihoon

  • jihoon’s that customer who always sits in the corner and likes to be alone;; nobody touches that table bc everyone knows it’s hIS table
  • (but then whenever it’s a slow day, seokmin likes to sit with him and they have these really philosophical talks)
  • drinks straight black coffee with a straight face
  • some think that he’s literally done with life but in reality he’s just t i r e d
  • also likes to talk to joshua and they get along swell
  • is always writing in his little notebook
  • it contains his thoughts, random lyrics, his observations
  • maybe that’s why he likes sitting in the corner????? he’s an observer :o
  • seungcheol wants him to perform at the open mic night all the time, but he politely refuses every time
  • shy boy jihoon is a real thing
  • but then joshua persuades him to perform by offering him free coffee for a week
  • he instantly says yes bc coffee is expensive and he needs it to function like a proper human being
  • performs once and everyone literally falls in love with his voice
  • seungcheol literally be g s him to perform as a regular every friday night and that he’ll pay
  • he hesitates but ends up saying yes bc hi I’m getting paid and I’m getting free coffee
  • knows that joshua also plays the guitar, so the two have duets onstage once awhile
  • which makes everyone fall more in love with the two of them
  • cue joshua blushing beet red whenever girls go up to him to the counter
  • jihoon’s unfazed but whenever someone tries to talk to him at his usual spot, he gives short replies, but is slowly starting to open up to people
  • soon becomes a regular customer there that likes to write random songs with cute tunes
  • ends up being the coffeeshop’s official performer on friday nights
  • but we don’t even open up this late” -jeonghan
  • tIME TO MAKE NEW DRINKS!”- mingyu
  • I need to get a raise g d i “ -jeonghan

seokmin

  • server seokmin is a sweetie
  • he likes to write cute messages on the cups
  • you can do it!
  • carpe diem!
  • good luck on that test!!!!!!
  • but how does he know that you have a test that day?
  • it’s because he seems to know everyone that walks in the coffeeshop
  • of course he does bc he’s the one that has to give everyone their order
  • but anyway!
  • because of this, he pops in to jun’s and jeonghan’s talks from time to time
  • but doesn’t like to participate frequently though bc the two tend to talk about weird things
  • if he’s in the mood (which is always), he’ll sing out the order
  • & if it’s someone’s birthday, he’ll gladly sing for them 
  • everyone’s in awe because his voice is just so beautiful & how is this angel working at a coffeeshop and not having a career as an idol? ?  ????
  • tbh the employee that everyone remembers the most
  • bc who wouldn’t forget the angel that sings daily?
  • I sure wouldn’t
  • & can we talk about his smile?
  • he makes sure that with every order he gives out, he also gives his smile
  • and his smile is literally the best thing that you will ever get from this man (aND YOU BETTER CHERISH THOSE 5 SECONDS WHEN HE’S SMILING AT YOU AND HANDING YOU YOUR COFFEE : ) )
  • even goes out of his way to even bRING your coffee over to you if he sees that you’re too busy in a conversation or studying for an exam 
  • he’s just so sweet; love this boy

seungkwan

  • customer seungkwan likes to order the hot chocolate because he thinks that coffee is the devil’s drink
  • likes to sit near the door to greet customers
  • is the coffeeshop’s unofficial doorkeeper
  • you don’t even work here” -jeonghan
  • manages to put a smile on everyone’s faces
  • bc he sits at the door, he gets to meet new people every day
  • and people just naturally gravitate towards him 
  • bc he’s a ray of sunshine & everyone loves him 
  • but real talk here, he’s just a very welcoming and friendly person 
  • he’s a person that loves to meet new people every day and the fact that he’s allowed to do this and not have jeongcheol scold him is a dream come true
  • people even come to talk to him &  they’re genuinely in love with this boy and how bubbly and friendly he is
  • loves to give out advice and words of encouragement because he hear’s so many stories a day
  • he just wants to leave a memorable impression on everyone that he meets in the coffeeshop
  • he’s just hecka cute & deserves the entire world♡
  • love seungkwan pls

Tuesday: Started my period RIGHT before my shift, no tampons no pads had to go to Dollar store just for a box. I get a call while I’m driving to work (speaker phone, definitely not trying to die in a car accident) and my mid-supervisor told me my closer called out ‘sick’ but in all honesty he was fucking drunk still from partying all night. Had to call my manager and two other people to try and get a closer in because I only have two closers and it’s impossible to run a whole store with only me and one other person.

Wednesday: A woman comes in and wants a refund for her order from earlier this morning because it was busy and her mobile order wasn’t ready as soon as she got there …. Bitch doesn’t matter if it’s drive thru, in house, or mobile it goes in queue depending on the time it was ordered. So I ring her refund and it comes out to $9.10. She starts raising her voice and telling me how I’m stupid and she paid $9.90 and she wants ALL her money. So I repeated her order and I asked her several times “is this what you ordered?” “YES!” okay but it’s running up to $9.10 “WELL YOU CAN JUST GIVE ME THE DIFFERENCE FROM YOUR TILL!” Bitch excuse me but I’m not grabbing money from my till because obviously there’s something your leaving out from your order. “Is there a manager I can talk to?” “I’m the supervisor” “I want to talk to your boss!” “My manager isn’t here, I’m running the store until close. You can talk to her tomorrow when she’s here.” In the meantime I’m shaking like a terrier because of my panic attack because she’s shouting and all the customers are just staring at us. I just hand her the customer service number and walk off to cool down and breathe a little. After panic attacks I feel like Ive had the flu, I’m sweating ready to throw up and feeling nauseated.

Thursday: speaking of wanting to throw up a teenager pulled our chair from the patio and sat in front of a trashcan with a cover and attempted to puke into it. Now when I say attempted I mean he puked ON the trashcan and ground instead of the parking lot or bushes that are literally right behind him. Since we work in food service we are not allowed to go near bodily fluids. My open shift calls in facilities who will send a 'biohazard’ team to clean it. Several hours pass so I call again explaining it’s near the entrance and I cannot allow any customers to sit on the patio. Like how disgusting would it be if you went somewhere to eat or drink and near the entrance you see vomit? Gross.

Friday: It’s late in the afternoon and FINALLY someone came to clean it. I felt bad for the guy he kept apologizing that it took him 36 hours to come clean the vomit because 20 miles away on store was flooded and 20 miles in the opposite direction someone vomitted inside the cafe. I told him no worries just please disinfect the trashcan and area so we can reopen our patio. So while he’s cleaning he blocks off most of the patio with tape but leaves a walkway so people can go in and out. Someone comes in and asks why the patio is closed and I explained there was an incident and it’s being taken care of right now and the patio will reopen within the evening. “but why can’t I sit there?” “Because the gentleman is cleaning with concentrate chemicals” “BUT EHY CANT I SIT THERE?” fine go sit next to the old pile of vomit and cleaning chemicals meant for crime scene clean ups. Be my guest, sir.

Saturday: my period finally calms down and I can get back on track with my energy and really get things done before my three days off because no one else completely clean the store enough while I’m gone and I always come back to a dirty store. So I spend the day cleaning grouts, sinks, everything and everywhere until I notice there’s a HUGE crack on the base of our toilet. OUR BRAND NEW TOILET! Not only is it aggrivating having people absolutely destroy our restrooms but now I have to call in the toilet because anything broken or damage has to be replaced. Like how do you even break my toilet base?

Saturday (today): One girl and I are running drive thru and a guy pulls up and my coworker greets him with a “hi, welcome to starfucks, what can I get for you?” “What’s your name?” We both look at each other “why??” “What’s your name?” “S—.” “That’s a pretty name, S—-.” So I take over the order because we get a LOT of creeps and I’m a very blunt person who doesn’t take shit from no one (how am I not fired). “Hi, what can I get for you?” “Can you see me thru the cameras?” “…yeah?” He starts doing the wack off motion. Like gross. So I call over my only male worker, C—–, and have him take over. So the guy gets to the window and starts chatting with C—- about how his girl thinks C—– is hot. One of my other girls happens to walk into this creeps view and tells C—– to tell her she’s hot. Like are you trying to get us all into an orgy?