My Favorite Genre Of Gaylors Has To Be The Gays Who Didn’t Care About Taylor Swift Until They Realized

Annoying Gothic Prick

Angel Torres x Reader

Notes: i guess i sounded very petty last time. The Ao3 fics are amazing. Go read them. But damn there needs to be more hype on tumblr. Maybe i m obsessed maybe i´m hyperfixating. Maybe i `m maybeline?! Okay ill stop. But please nope fandom write more. I’ll read everything. Love, Mai :D

Warning: bad writing, english isnt my first language, some spoilers i guess

You have been working for Fry`s Electronics for half a year now. You didnt mind the job at all. The customers were mostly friendly and the payment was alright. Obviously it could have been a lot better , but you were never someone to complain about that. You truly didnt mind going there every morning and being one of the last employees to leave in the evening. You truly, wholeheartedly liked your job, right?

It was Friday afternoon when you walked into fry´s. You just had a small meal at the diner next door across the parkinglot. You spend almost every lunch break there. The lady who owned it, already knowing your face and greeting you friendly every time you entered her place.

„ heeey! Welcome back!“ Nessie, your coworker and only friend at work, screamed running to you. She was never that excited. She was definitely planning something. Most of the time she was standing in one corner of the store ignoring the customers and playing animal crossing on her phone.

„ you wont believe what happend when you were gone“

You rolled your eyes. You could already imagine what had happened. A customer's pants had slipped down, someone had tried to steal a huge high-tech TV set, or Angel had gotten on Nessie's nerves again with stories of world conspiracies.

Angel.

Angel was the bane of your existence.

You did really like your job. In the beginning at least. But after your first few weeks you got promoted and changed to a different department in the store. And your supervisor wasnt as motivated and friendly as the one you had in the beginning. Your supervisor and therefore boss who was able to let you do everything he wanted, was a overworked, constantly rambling conspiracy theory believer. Angel.

You truly didnt believe you hated him. You were just constantly annoyed and irritated by him. He practically ignored you for the first week or so and then started suddenly interrupting you while you worked. You just knew he didnt like you. And so you decided you weren’t gonna like him.

„Angel for sure has a crush on someone.“

„What?“

Nessie laughed. „Oh so nowwww your interested. You were staring at him again. If i didnt know that you hated him, i could assume you were kinda into him.“

„ Nessie! Shut up.“ you whisper shouted and nudged her arm. „ I could never like him. He is so load and obnoxious, talking about his stupid alien shit and why is he always doing that thing with his hair when he is nervous. Its so dumb. And i mean look at his shirt it’s definitely to small for him. He is probably just wearing that to show of his massive bizeps.“

you knew you were the one who was rambling now. But you couldn’t stop. You just loved to talk about how annoying he is.

Angel saw you guys staring at him. He looked irritated and was doing that thing with his hand again. He would do it everytime he got nervous. He rubs with his hand through his bleached hair always making a mess out of it.

„ Can you two please stop standing in the middle of the store gossiping and go back to your work.“ He teased. „ Or do you wanna share your story ?“

Nessie gave me a wink and said something like „go talk to him about your problem with his shirt“, before she walked away into another isle probably playing on her phone again.

„ and do you wanna tell me something gorgeous ?“ he fake flirted with you. You cringed at the nickname, turning around he was now standing next to you, leaning on a refrigerator that was on sale. He was taller than you, his body towering over you. You looked up only to regret it instantly. He did have a pretty face. Even you could see that. You took a step back almost crashing into a customer who was looking rather stressed. You looked back at Angel, who wasnt looking as confident anymore. Before you began walking away going to your work, you made sure to answer his question quickly.

„Nope“

Several hours later, the sun was beginning to set, you already talked to the last customer. The afternoon was really quiet. Normally fridays were full of people and it was loud and hectic. Today was different, there wasnt a lot going on. Just some minor Angel incidents. How Nessie always called them. One happend shortly after your arrival. You bumped into him while hiding from a creepy old dude who wanted to ask you on a date. An hour later you saw him illegally observe the security camera of two customers that you saw in here the other day. You had a small fight over it, but you didnt really had a chance against his absurd alien arguments. The last thing was more about Nessie, she told you about her theory again that Angel definitely had a crush on someone. She told you how he was staring into the distance and getting all nervous when she asked him about it.

You couldn’t really say that the idea of Angel having a crush didnt make you a little angry. It was confusing. You couldn’t stand him, right? Him with his stupidly handsome face. And that small smirk. And his soothing voice telling unbelievable story’s . And his dumb muscular body and…

stop! You could not stand this man. That’s how its always been. It should stay this way.

He wouldn’t like you back anyway.

The store was closing in half an hour. You were beginning to clean up some things and began walking towards the break room. The room was already dark besides the lighting of the drinks dispenser. Nobody was spending time in here besides in the lunch break time. But the room was to small for all the employees so most of them spend their lunch break rather outside or the diner next to fry’s.

„What are you doing in here?“ of course it was him. You weren’t gonna turn around. You headed towards your locker and grabbing your clothes and purse.

„ you know, i actually wanted to change out of these work clothes here“ you explained while pointing down at the shirt you were wearing. „ but now that you are here, i can forget about that.“

„Oh you know i wouldn’t mind at all“ Angel was grinning. And you started to get angry. You couldn’t believe it. Why was he bothering you all the time. You just wanted to go home and not think about the man for like three hours. You could feel your body getting heated.

„ of course you wouldn’t.

But you know what, i would rather get eaten by a shark, or spend a day in a room full of spiders or i dont know climb the Mount Everst , than have you see me change out of my shirt.“ and again you were the one rambling and talking stupid things. Why didnt you have some better shit in your mind than that come back.

„i can’t believe i never noticed it before“

he was walking closer towards your locker. His hand in his hair again. So was he nervous?! Why would he be nervous…

„Noticed what?“

„ i really didnt believe Nessie at first, but you do like me.“

„ What the hell are you talking about. You are the most annoying gothic prick.“

You truly didn’t had the best responses. But your brain just seemed to stop working whenever he was around.

„ You know you are kinda hot when you’re angry. This could potentially be one of the reasons i love to piss you off.“

You really didnt care about changing anymore. This was stupid. He was playing with you. Nessie probably gave him twenty bucks to say something annoying like that to you. You would definitely kill her later. She was probably sitting in front of the door laughing or hiding somewhere else. You grabbed your stuff and went towards the exit door. On your way out you made sure to bump into his shoulder, not caring at all. You felt tears forming in your eyes. You weren’t gonna cry in front of him.

Angel noticed how your chest rose and fell a lot quicker than before.

„Honestly fuck you, Angel.“

He grabbed your arm towering over you. You were looking into his eyes. He was suddenly very close. Has he always been that tall? You could smell his aftershave and the nicotine of his last smoked cigarette. He was leaning down. Almost whispering.

„Would you?“

You definitely didnt plan to ever do what you did next. You definitely hadn’t thought about it every time you wanted to shut him up. You closed the distance between your lips and he moaned into the kiss. His hands were grabbing your waist as yours where grabbing onto his short hair. „ i hate you“ you where kissing him again. „ i hate you more“ you gasped while he kissed down your neck holding you tightly against his chest. He was lifting up your shirt and tossing it on the floor while you were grabbing on his biceps and kissing his lips again.

It was a full on make out session and you weren’t sure what would have happend afterwards until someone opened the door. Nessie was standing in front of you both. Angel jumped back and mumbled something like „ she was just about to change „ as he left with a red face and tighter pants. Nessie was just laughing and clapping.

„ I fucking knew it“

The most Studio Ghibli esque shit I have ever seen. I want to paint them all!!

blue sky and white clouds in ili by 刘知著

Taylor being the cutest 🫶🏻

like/reblog if you save xx

“Ich werde in letzter Zeit oft gefragt, warum ich den eigentlich so gerne auf Konzerte gehe.

Die Antwort auf diese Frage ist eigentlich ganz einfach: ich liebe alles daran.

Ich liebe es die Tickets zu bestellen & darauf zu warten bis der Postbote sie mir bringt. Ich liebe das wochenlange/monatelange warten, weil jeden Tag die vorfreude auf diesen einen Tag ein kleines bisschen mehr steigt. Ich liebe die Planung davor. Ich liebe die Anreise, egal ob zu Fuß, per bahn oder mit dem Auto. Ich liebe es in der Warteschlange zu stehen, um darauf zu warten bis es endlich los geht.

aber wisst ihr was ich am meisten an all dem liebe? bei einem Konzert kann man so laut schreien wie man will, man kann die Texte so laut mit brüllen wie man will und wie sehr es der Körper grade braucht. Man kann tanzen bis die Erde bebt und egal wie scheiße es aussieht, aber das wichtigste an allem: man vergisst den ganzen Scheiß um sich herum. Man ist einfach frei und glücklich.

”

SCHWING~🥽✨

their fight sped up is like videos of ants brawling

honestly not even surprised that it was Stereotype Barbie who was enlightened. because she’s a stereotype. stereotypes are basic, flat, reductive. making margot’s barbie not even have a specified job, to not even be a leader in any capacity, is brilliant because she has all that space to grow into a full person from her own self-made stereotype, from how she first thought of herself, while also recognizing she doesn’t have to be a prodigy or trendsetter or a world changer to be considered worthy of being alive.

i better not see anyone claiming queerbait on tomgreg btw them having a physical fight after greg accidentally betrays tom immediately followed by tom putting a sticker on greg’s forehead & being like “don’t worry i got you” is literally the gayest thing in television history

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈????? TED LASSO | 3.09 “La Locker Room Aux Folles”

tom is just like me (tired)