so we know it's one person managing the account but which one person. do like a qna like what's your ability favorite color favorite sandwich and uhhh maybe a name would be cool too!
Sure! I'm a pyrokinetic. I'm fond of deep purple. I like most well-made sandwiches. Emphasis on well-made. I've encountered a lot of poorly made sandwiches. You really need more than just your protein and your bread. Some sort pf vegetable, like porcaroot or tomatoes or carnissa root or greens. Alfalfa sprouts are particularly good. And don't underestimate the importance of sauces. I'm especially fond of turkey and avocado, though. Is it vegetarian? No. But when you're a member of an organization which tried to murder and enslave most of the gnommish population, eating animals seems like a rather minor moral transgression. Oh, and I'm called Inferno here in the Neverseen.
What're your top three foods that have mayo in them?
Why did my mind completely go blank on this as soon as you asked. I eat stuff with mayo all the time and now it's like... uhhh. Urhghghrh?
Best I can tell:
1) any sandwich, but especially chicken or turkey sandwiches. My comfort Subway order is just turkey, mozzarella, and mayo on whole wheat.
2) Sushi. Spicy mayo slaps. If we're only counting regular mayo then the salads go here: chicken, tuna, potato, egg, pasta, etc etc. So depending on your does-spicy-mayo-count ruling, either spicy mayo tuna roll or potato salad is my second favorite.
3) Coleslaw/BBQ. I love bbq but have sensory issues with really tangy food so I usually eat it with coleslaw or just add some mayo if coleslaw isn't available.
Honorable mentions to deviled eggs, veggie dips, and French fries. I will absolutely dip fries in some mayo if there's no ketchup.
so like
heres a list of all the daedric princes and what kind of sandwich they might like based on my limited sandwich knowledge
mehrunes dagon: ok so this motherfucker wants uhhh everything. i bet he likes to squish the sandwich with his hands before eating too
molag bal(ls): plain white bread with only mayo on it. fucking heathen.
boethiah: i think hed like a meatball sub actually
sheogorath: hot dog. no comment. valid choice.
vaermina: listen i think shed order from subway and inconvenience all the workers with taking her sweet-ass time and order the messiest shit ever.
clavicus vile: you know i think he'd enjoy peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. good for him.
jyggalag: hed also go to subway and when the people there get his order wrong he would threaten to call the manager
sanguine: if there's some sort of alcohol sandwich i'd bet he would get that. either that or. you know what nevermind.
peryite: you know i think he'd just like to sit down with a whole grain bread sandwich of some kind
namira: so you know the nasty patty from spongebob?
azura: she wouldn't even eat a sandwich she would BE the manager of the subway.
hermaeus mora: whats that one fucking sandwich again. toast sandwich.
hircine: he would eat a sandwich with raw fucking meat inside it from a fresh hunt. blood and everything. mmm yum.
malacath: the greasiest fucking burger imaginable
mephala: she would do the same thing as vaermina.
meridia: basic bitch. turkey and cheese on plain white bread.
nocturnal: she would get coffee instead.
College!Jeno x college!reader. Probably will be some fluff, for sure angst.
The Playlist.
This is just a prologue of sorts I wrote up. I’ve been wanting to write this story for a long time now, so why not. It was originally going to be haechan, but I figured I should branch out a little haha.
If you would like to be a member of the taglist, let me know! ❄️
Year 1.
Those will be important
“There’s no good love stories anymore!” He declared one day, while you both sat at lunch. It was freezing cold, and you would rather have preferred nothing over the cold turkey sandwich that found its place between your fingers. You sigh, it’ll have to do.
“Are you going to elaborate, or shall I sit here in gruesome anticipation?” With a furrowed brow and a disgusted look in your eyes, you pull the floppy and soaked piece of lettuce out of the sandwich, throwing it to the floor. Meanwhile, Haechan is still in his own world, stuck on his latest thoughts.
“I mean, tell me y/n, what’s the last truly gut wrenching, beautiful, tragic, life changing love story you’ve read or watched?” His wide eyes are locked on your wary ones.
“Uhhh, shrek?”
He scoffs at you, turning away and looking across the quad - eyes suddenly caught something that his mind is slowly catching up to. “See, you can’t really name one-“
“-I just did-“
“-An actually GOOD one, y/n. I’m being serious. Why isn’t art good anymore?”
“Careful there, Lee, you’re starting to sound like renjun.”
“You take that back.”
You laugh slightly, only half focused on whatever manic episode Haechan is succumbing to. “I’d like to see one, I really would.” You hear him mumble, finally moving on from what you thought was a silly observation. It’s at that moment that you look up from your half ruined turkey sandwich, only to find the back of Lee Jeno’s head. He sits across the quad, near the food court - his usual spot with his group of friends. You’ve never talked or anything, and certainly never given him a second of your time, but for some weird reason Haechan’s words ring in your ears as you can’t seem to move your eyes away from the black mop that rests upon the basketball players head. It seems like you’re in a trance, only pulled out by the cold feeling on your arm. You look down and see the green mushed piece of lettuce from your sandwich, resting on your forearm. Looking up to the sound of laughter, you find Haechan giggling at you - obviously the culprit.
“LEE HAECHAN!”
The moment of lapse on your part is quickly forgotten, and it was figured that it meant nothing.
Year in review!! Tagged by @trazynstolemygender thank youuuuuu
Movie: it wasn't my first time watching it, but Princess Mononoke was definitely my movie this year. Every time I watch it I have to spend like five hours just thinking about it. The depth. The detail. The art. The music. Fucking impeccable movie
TV show: Trigun Stampede!!!! I'm so fucking obsessed with this show. The animation is so smooth and gorgeous, the action scenes are sick as fuck, I LOVE a dystopia sci-fi setting, and the characters and plot are so engaging and fascinating. I cannot wait for a season two (god there had better be a season two)
Book: okay I haven't finished it yet but I'm gonna go with Articulate Flesh: Male Homoeroticism & Modern Poetry by Gregory Woods. I've always loved poetry and queer history and culture and this book goes super in depth with it (specifically focused on homoerotic poetry of the 20th century), especially discussing how the sexuality of a poet and artist in general can be vital to the interpretation and understanding of their work. Extremely good book
Album: gotta be Intention by Watsky. Absolutely baller album and I was so lucky to see him live during his last ever tour under the Watsky name this past spring. WHAT'S THE MOVE was my number one song on spotify this year for good reason lol
Food: it's not fancy but I got super into making turkey sandwiches in this really specific way earlier this year and they just fucking slap. Had one like two days ago
New thing: uhhh probably my relationship!! Met my partner at the end of February and we've been dating ever since, it's the healthiest relationship I've ever had!! Love him to bits
Misc: I went to a rock show for the first time this year and got soooo many cool rocks. Very excited to go again next year
Photo: I uhhh don't really have any SFW photos of myself so have a pic I took walking home from work! It's my first year living in the city and it's been crazy
Does papyrus like cooking festive foods?? Maybe some spider spaghetti for Halloween, spaghetti in the shape of a turkey for Thanksgiving or Christmas if you celebrate it? Do you like to join in and help or just be the taste tester?
EEEE HIHI AND TY TY TY SOOO MUCH FOR THE ASKS!! :DDD
~Papyrus absolutely loves cooking! Whether it's every type of pasta, meat, sandwiches, anything! he just enjoys cooking as it can be an expressive art form that also takes skill! Thus, he's quick to volunteer himself to cook for any and every holiday :DD
~That said, we uh(me and Sans that is) would like to eat something other than spaghetti since it's already our go to meal in general sooo
~Sans tries to be in the kitchen but Paps ends up kicking him out within the first half hour for being distracting and/or disruptive xDD
~Me tho? I can stay! :D Though I know very little about cooking so uhhh, it's mostly helping Paps with the little things and observing him
Showfall employee: uhh can I have uhhh one turkey sandwich with uh no mayonnaise and uhh an extra large fries on the side and one watermelon smoothie don't forget the uhhh ketchup packets. Thanks.
🍙 for JeeHee (packing for his daughter) and Verion
You didn't specify who Verion was packing for ^^"
But uhhh JeeHee would pack TeeHee her favorites. Turkey and Salami sandwiches with like four manderin orange cups. She's a very simply child to pack for ahdhsjs.
summary: The new guy saves you in a pinch, so you buy him some chips and a soda as a thank you.
tags: assassin au, jungkook is a little annoying, stetl, angst, eventual smut, fluff
warnings: non-graphic description of shooting someone, mention of dead bodies, human trafficking, language warning, running from the cops
rating: 18+ (M)
masterlist
The business of killing people for money is kind of skewed towards men.
Like, if you ask your friends they'll say they know plenty of women, assassins, who can kick ass out in the field but the reality is that you're a minority and you have to prove it every day that you belong on that fire squad.
The new guy sure does push your buttons, though.
So, you're sitting at HQ, having your turkey and cheese sandwich, checking out the cork board for any posted jobs within driving distance when the squad leader waltzes in laughing his ass off with this guy you've never met on his shoulder. You stand up, leaving your dear sandwich on your chair to greet the both of them.
"Hey. Who's this?" You gesture at his friend.
"New recruit. Do you wanna train him?" Hard no. Training a new recruit takes away from your playtime. Doesn't help that he's kind of cute, though.
"No…"
"Then get the fuck out of our way," he laughs.
The new guy raises his eyebrows at the leader's brutal remark. "You can talk to her like that?" He hushes as he's led into another room.
"Yeah, yeah…" he dismisses him.
You pick up your sandwich and keep on munching, your eyes back to scanning for easy pick-up jobs for the night.
You end up on the West side of the city, aiming your rifle at the kingpin of a child trafficking ring eighteen stories up. He's on the ground, coming out of what looks like a conference with his men.
He has two young girls with him, carried by what appears to be one of his accomplices, someone who might work under him.
One girl appears to be white and blond, maybe around five feet, three inches tall. The other girl is East Asian, she's also five feet, four inches tall. You have your eye on the subjects, now all you have to do is take the shot.
You take the shot and it shatters the glass of their car, travelling south, taking out the chauffeur.
The two girls, seeing an opportunity to escape the men, run from the scene. The kingpin does not get out of the car, but his man does and chases back after them. That's when you blow another shot to the jugular of the boss.
The girls are outrunning his guy. Good for them.
Trying your best to avoid both of them, you aim for the surviving accomplice. His body falls to the ground; his head is now non-existent.
It all happens within five minutes and you have little to no time before police arrive to investigate the scene.
Let's get one thing straight. You're not a criminal, but the thick-headed cops don't know that so they're going to arrest you and put you behind bars and you're going to have to bring up all the paperwork and they're going to call the higher-ups to double check it and nobody has time for that.
You, under the company you work for, are legally allowed to take people out with bounties on their heads for profit. That is your job. You've explained it nearly three hundred times, and it would be annoying to do it another time.
With everything packed up and unloaded, you fly down the main staircase, having previously disabled every camera facing the floor you were at, the stairs, and the lobby camera. It was time to catch a ride.
You call headquarters.
"Hey! Hey, come on," you pant, a bit pressed on time. "Pick up!"
"Hi, who's this?" Jungkook asks with an innocent pout.
"New guy? New kid!" You plea. "Get me a ride back?"
"Ride back from where?" He spins in the wheely chair in the office.
"Ride back from...my job, please! I'll send you the address real quick if you can!" You watch out the lobby window to see passer-bys surrounding the fresh bodies.
"Uhhh, yeaah~" he slurs, tapping his pen. "What's the address?"
"Uhm...you know what, just meet me at the Subway like a mile South of that AMC theatre." You stick your hands in your pockets, double-checking its contents.
"Okay~" he sighs, in no rush. "Meet me there in five, I guess." He hangs up. Okay, now how are you getting to that rendezvous point?
You step out of the lobby and start walking. There's a slight drizzle outside, staining your black overcoat with droplets of water as you pace faster towards the subway on the corner of this street. By the time you get there, Jungkook is only three minutes away so there's no time to grab anything but a soda and some chips for him as a thank you.
With a loud honk, you're notified that your ride is here. You nod towards the worker and take off with your things, stepping into the passenger seat with a smile.
This is his car. Wait--
"Jungkook, why the fuck do you drive a Mercedes?" You put your seatbelt on, looking around.
"Cause my mom has money." He answers, simply. He starts the engine again and finds the quickest route possible towards a highway.
The ride is silent until you're on cruise mode, with Jungkook too focused on getting the both of you out of there to make decent conversation.
"Okay," he sighs, leaning back into his seat. "Now! You finally learned my name, huh?" He wriggles his eyebrows.
"A basic act of human decency? Yeah," you laugh, handing him a bottle of coke.
"Thank you," he says, genuinely. "You didn't have to get me anything. We're teammates now."
"Hm...Not until I get to know you a little better," you remind him. "But you know, maybe you wouldn't be the worst to train."
"I'm a quick learner, Y/N," he boasts as he flips the turn signal to switch to a faster lane. "You'll see."
Young Chiffany Cuz' we need it. Let me know whatcha think! Enjoy. This is when they first became friends.
Charles and Tiffany were sitting at their usual table. Tiffany pulled out her lunch box and ate a turkey sandwich. Charles just sat there with Tiffany. His stomach began to growl loudly. Tiffany noticed this and looked over at him, which caused him to blush. He clutched his stomach in discomfort from hunger not trying to hide it anymore.
"Charles......Where's your lunch?"
Charles eyes dropped down to his lap and blushed madly.
Tiffany took out another Sandwich she pack and handed it to him. He was taken aback by her kindness. He just looked at her in confusion.
"Uhhh."
"Eat it. You can have it."
"I-I don't know. My parents tell me not to take food from strangers."
"I'm not a stranger. I'm your friend. Eat it."
He still wasn't sure but she was right. She was his friend and he was starving. He hadn't eaten for a few days. His parents rarely fed him. His dad wouldn't and his mom wasn't around much. He reluctantly took a bite and his eyes shot open wide.
"MMmmmm"
He scarfed down the Sandwich, savoring it. Tiffany looked at him eating it.
"T-Thank you." He whispered shyly.
"Yeah, no problem. Charles do you eat at home?"
He went silent again. She took his silence as a no.
She handed him a cookie. He carefully took it from her and split it with her.