Brady wasnโt sure if the voice behind him was speaking to him in particular. When he finally glanced over his shoulder to see, putting the voice to the face, the realization that it was Hunter standing there confirmed he likely hadnโt been meaning to talk to Brady. Unless his good olโ neighbor had suddenly had a change of heart and just wanted to have a little chit chat at work. Though something told Brady that might not be the case.ย โYou know you can justโฆget pizza, right? Whenever you want?โ he asked with a raise of his eyebrows, gesturing to the general area around them โ a workplace, full of adults.ย โYou donโt have to wait for someone to provide it for you.โ He shrugged, tucking his water bottle into his elbow and crossing his arms.ย โBut by all means, man. Giveย โem a piece of your mind. Sure theyโll wanna hear you out.โ
Out of all the people in the office to talk to, he truly hadnโt meant to start up a conversation with Brady. Honestly, It was hard to remember how their little feud started. Was It over a petty fight? A friend? He wouldโve remembered something dramatic, and yet, all he could recall was not really liking the guy. But the two brunettes had a big overlap. Their work place, their friends, their housing. It seemed like the world kept pushing them together while Hunter violently pushed the guy away. โItโs about the principal of the thing, Brady.โ He muses with a roll of his eyes. Unable to really help himself from becoming even more annoyed than he was before. โAnd this may surprise you, but plenty of people want to hear me out.โ Just not about anything that matters. Flirting, jokes, meaningless conversation? Sure. But his job? His livelihood? Nope, that always got a big no. Maybe Brady just got on his nerves. Or maybe Hunter didnโt like having someone call him out on his bullshit. A talent that Brady seemed to have down quite well. Or maybe, Hunter just disliked anyone who didnโt look at him with big stars in their eyes.ย
max was super hungry today in particular. it wasnโt exactly a strange occurrence, he was hungry about at least 75% of the time. as were a lot of people, which is probably why food services was as stocked as it was. but the good stuff tended to be taken right before lunch, so max liked to sneakily pop down from the entertainment department and get first dibs. or tried to, at least. the first thing he noticed once he was next to the selection was hunter; the second was how cleared out it was already. dammit. he sighed, making his presence next to his friend known as he tapped him gently on the shoulder with one hand - a silent greeting. โi know, man. i miss it too, but it canโt be all bad.โ he said, lamely.ย โlook at all theseโฆtuna sandwiches. and pre-packaged salads. you like vegetables, right?โ he reached over to the cold case and picked one up, raising an eyebrow before turning it over in his hand, noticing a couple of the leaves looking a little too wilty, but hey, at least it was healthy. positives to everything, he supposed. they just werenโt his positives at the moment. growing up, heโd always been a picky eater, so nothing was cutting it for him right now personally. max sat the lackluster salad down and turned his attention to the other man instead.ย โokay. i clearly donโt know what iโm talking about because iโm starving. i dunno about you, but i canโt go on like this.โ he lowered his voice quietly so no one else could hear his suggestion, and he only briefly considered the consequences.ย โletโs break out early and get our own pizza.โ besides, it wasnโt that far off from lunch time, and they were both from different departments, so they could afford to be sneaky. it was practically the perfect crime. at least, thatโs what his now food-focused mind told himself. โor are you busy today?โ
There was plenty of things that Hunter Reid loved. As a photographer, he learned to find the beauty in almost anything. Sunsets, meadows, trees, flowers, people. He could find a muse in a matter of seconds, focusing on something so brilliantly beautiful while others overlooked It. But as much as he loved his art, he hated boredom. Whether It was sitting still with nothing to do or eating the same pre packaged salad. Something about It just seemed to set him off. His passion was literally built on making everyday things seem extraordinary. So when a tuna salad was just a tuna salad--- Well, he was rather grumpy. Pizza might have been predictable but It was never boring. A million different toppings, different ways to slice It, watching the gooey cheese as he pulled a freshly made slice. Even the company he kept was far from boring. Everyone around him was interesting in one way or another. And the moment they stopped being interesting... Well, Hunter didnโt stick around for that. Max had always been in the clear though. Far too fun to ever let go of.ย
โHave you ever seen me eat a pre packaged salad?โ He questioned, nose scrunching in distaste. Usually, heโd chuckle but these options were just sad. The pair were much more likely to sneak out for sushi or sneak into the kitchen at one am when everyone was gone to make cookies. But tuna sandwiches? Those didnโt sound like Max or Hunter, thatโs for damn sure.ย โAm I busy today?โ Finally, he laughs. As though his friend has just asked the most ridiculous question in the world. Grabbing the blondeโs hand, he all but tugs the guy towards the elevator.ย โIโm getting garlic knots too.โ
ย ย ย lunch time was a time wells alwaysย looked forward to . he always managed to find himself to be tooย busy throughout the morning which was very much preferred ( time flew by when he was busy ) . though even in between his video & sound editing , leading the team through recording for departments that need their content to be filmed & edited , meeting with editors to discuss the content produced & getting the green lightย ย ย ย the list went on & on when it came to the daily duties of ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ . by lunch time , heโs hungry & ready for a damn break .ย
ย ย ย a few minutes early than his scheduled lunch , wells finds himself at food services debating on what to eat . arms are crossed over his chest & heโs indecisive as hell . thoughts are interrupted when he hears a voice speak up near him & he chuckles when he finds hunter nearby .ย โ ah , yeah . fridayโs are the best .. my vote was for wednesday . theyโre always the worst , & what way to make it better than knowing you have pizza to look forward to on lunch ? โ he liked pizza . it was one of his favorite foods & wednesday was his least favorite day .ย โ whatโre you feeling today though ? since pizza is not on the menu . โ
Dull work days are only made more interesting with the right company. Hunter was lucky enough to work with most of his friends. There was always someone in the office worth talking to, worth interrupting, worth sneaking out with. And if he was truly out of options, he could always check the video schedule and sign up to be in some taste test or reaction or story video. Anything was better than sitting at his desk. However, he always found himself feeling particularly lucky when Wells was around. Anyone would be happy with a tall drink of water smiling at them, though.
โWell, if It isnโt the hottest guy in the office.โ He whistles, a charming grin on his lips. The pizza is completely forgotten as the other rambles about what to eat and what the worst day of the week is. While heโd usually humor the conversation, especially when he started It, his relationship with Wells is different. His only motive is to charm the other, flirt, smile, maybe throw in a wink. Anything to get some sort of reaction. After all, itโs a waste of both their good looks if he doesnโt say something. Right?ย โEvery day is a good day as long as youโre here smiling at me.โ He muses warmly, leaning against the table. โProbably order something or sneak out to grab something. Donโt tell anyone.โ He hums out, a signature wink following. Nothing at food services looks half as good as Wells anyway.
he was on a hunt for ketchup packetsย โ an experiment of sorts that he was working on, and theyโd run out of ketchup in the test kitchen, and he didnโt feel like sending an intern on an errand when he could use a walk and a stretch of his legsย โย which was how he wound up at food services, scouring the condiments for every last ketchup packet he could find. he whipped his head up at the sound of someoneโs voice, the area was usually pretty empty at this time of day ( too late for breakfast, too early for lunch ) and smiled guiltily as he held nearly twenty ketchup packets balled up in his fists behind his back.ย โif iโd known you had taken such a strong stance on pizza fridays, i wouldโve started a petition for ya,โ he replies as he steps away from the condiments.ย โare you craving? i can make you one!โย
Out of all the people in this office, Messer was probably the last one heโd expect to see. The culinary team was wonderful, truly. Some of the best people at Vibez worked there. But seeing them at food services was like seeing Bigfoot in the wild. Theyโve got everything they want over there so wandering over here seems rather pointless. Still, he couldnโt say he was upset to see the guy. They mightโve been roommates, but Hunter never seemed to get sick of him. Maybe It was his natural good looks or maybe It was just how good his food was. โWell, itโs never too late to start a petition. I think if you truly loved me you would get everyone to sign on for pizza tuesdays.โ He jokes, a huff of laughter escaping him. โYouโre going to make me a pizza, eh? How romantic.โ He muses charmingly at the offer, a playful bat of his eyelashes following his words.ย
Like a doting and slightly overbearing mother, Aimee checks up with everyone in the office when time allowed it. It was the role she played in friendship circles, so it only made sense that this dynamic carried over into her leadership style as well. She didnโt anticipate anyone being at food services already, but offered a warm smile to Hunter regardless. โIโm sorry to hear that youโre disappointed in these changes, Hunter.โ She shrugged and explained: โLong story short, our catering needs to be varied throughout the week to meet everyoneโs dietary needs and preferences, and it just so happened that pizza was added to the Friday rotation. Iโm sure we can pull some strings and arrange to send out a poll to see if anyone else would like to see changes with catering. What do you think about that?โ
Aimee was a sweetheart, truly. She wasnโt that much older than him, but she certainly had a motherly energy when It came to his complaints. Most of the older staff would just roll their eyes or laugh at his antics, but she always seemed to listen. Even if It was as ridiculous as wanting pizza on Tuesdays. Honestly? He liked her. He just wasnโt great with anyone who was that considerate. People were much easier to work with when they did the bare minimum.ย โAs much as I appreciated your commitment to my pizza--- It probably doesnโt matter that much.โ He replies with a small shrug, the complaints ending right then and there. Had It been anyone else, he couldโve made an argument for his case. But for her, heโd prefer to just shrug It off and agree with whatever she said.ย โPlus, who am I to say someoneโs dietary requirement isnโt as important as pizza right?โ He jokes with a small huff, whipping his phone out of his pocket. Heโll just order a smoothie from up the block.ย โYou want Smoothie King?โ
The thing about Deli is that heโs always eatingย โ and that literally means always. He either has a snack on hand or is on the way to get some more. With his to-do list finished for the time being and nothing on his calendar for the rest of the morning, Deli was left to his devices and ended up deciding to catch up with his friends to see what they were up to. Various chats later, he racked his brain to think of who else he had yet to talk to, when he ran into the man himself while looking for some grub.ย โI was just looking for you!โ He beamed.ย โMy spidey senses were tingling and said Hunter is sulking over something again. Since I placed this bet on myself and youโre too predictable, you owe me five dollars now.โ Deli joked, nudging his friend playfully. โSeeee, this is why weโre married. The big brain energy you have isโฆ muah, chefโs kiss. T B H pizza day should be every day. I just bother the culinary team and bribe them to feed me when the menu isnโt hitting, I highly rec.โ
Working at Vibez used to be something that enhanced his mood. A college kidโs dream internship, especially working under Deli. The eight months in the photography program were some of the best months of his life. Feeling grateful and fulfilled didnโt come easy to the young artist, so the photography team owned his heart. But since getting an official job for the quiz team-- well, most days he wasnโt half as happy as that twenty one year old intern. Bitterness was hard to hold on to when Deli was around though.ย โHello, Lover.โ He muses jokingly, the grumpiness slowly dissipating as he glances at the other. A reluctant smile graces his lips, trying not to laugh over how predictable heโs become.ย โYou know... As handsome as you are. Iโm afraid Iโm the smart one in this relationship. A bet only works if both parties agree beforehand and since I wasnโt alerted to this little wager---- It seems youโll be leaving empty handed.โ He replies fondly. Even more empty handed, seeing as there wasnโt any pizza today. Poor Deli, no money and no pizza. Tragic, really. An eyebrow raises, an amused huff of laughter leaving his lips as heโs teased.ย โWell, Iโm glad someone here appreciates me. But Iโm not a big boy team lead like you. I have nothing to bribe them with. Though maybe I could get Oli to give in. Charm that kid enough and heโs soft as a cupcake. No pun intended.โ
to say PJ loved to eat would be an understatement. if she wasnโt sleep, bathing or forcing herself to exercise the woman was stuffing her face with food. she didnโt see the point in denying herself of the pleasure and goodness that various foods had to offer.ย โpizza is too good to be wasted on a day like tuesday.โ the small blonde chuckled from beside the complaining man.ย not a day when by when hunter and PJ didnโt have disagree about something, even something as trivial as pizza. in all honesty pj didnโt care what day they had pizza on because sheโd eat it regardless but the fact that it was bothering hunter was quite amusing to her.ย โbut if it bothers you that much,ย maybeย you should draft an email asking them to move it back to tuesday? they might get back to you in 3-5 years. thatโs how long it took them to respond when i asked them to make it fridays.โ she joked, despite the dead serious look on her face.ย
if sutton wasnโt near her desk during the day, it was known that she was in the cafeteria, either picking up coffee or talking someoneโs ear off. she usually went in on off times because letโs just sayโฆ her coffee to creamer ratio wasnโt normal. she stood there by the machine, pumping out at least 15 pumps of creamer into her coffee. the brunette was focused on each pump which was why the voice behind her caused her to jump in her place.ย โ huh , what ?! โ, sutton basically screamed, setting her coffee down and turning to see who it was.ย โ oh, hey. โ, she greeted hunter, turning back to her coffee once she realized he already knows about her odd coffee behavior.ย โ iโm not particularly a fan of pizzas on tuesdays though. โ, sutton announcing, closing the cap to her coffee before fully turning to her loftmate.ย โ i still strongly urge them to have a hummus bar. i sent in five emails about it. imagine having twenty different hummusesโฆ or is is hummi ? iโm not sure if i learned thatโฆ โ
emma barely knew what was going on. she knew that her ex was in the room and she knew that she was feeling a little awkward, but she didnโt quite pay full attention until pizza was mentioned.ย โ pizza ?? do you have pizza ?? oh my gosh, iโve missed pizza. especially the ones with the pineapples on top and i know people get mad about that, but i am strong in my opinions. i am steadfast and indignant !! whatever that means !!ย โ
( thomas doherty, cis male, he/him ) have you heard about HUNTER REID? theyโre a TWENTY FOUR year old TEAM MEMBER in the QUIZ team. i donโt know what their last job was, all i know is that theyโre originally from SEATTLE, WASHINGTON. carol in hr said that theyโre kinda ARGUMENTATIVE and NON-COMMITTAL but jessica in marketing insists that they are CANDID and ARDENT. at the end of the day, no one is worthy of the instant hype here. i just hope they get achieve their dream of being PHOTOGRAPHY TEAM LEAD one day. According to the latest Vibez quiz, their Disney soulmate is PRINCE ERIC.ย
hello wow!! Iโm Jay, 22, est, he/him. Iโm one of the admins here and I also play Hunter. All your apps were incredible and I canโt wait to plot and write with you SO!!!ย Hereโs my man, Hunter.ย If youโre down to plot with my problematic boy here, just like this and Iโll hit you up for plots.ย
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Full Name: Hunter Zachary Reid
Nickname(s): Hunt, Reid
Birthday: March 31st
Age: Twenty Four
Pronouns: He/Him
Gender: Cis Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height: 5โฒ 11โณ
Zodiac: Aries
Hometown: Seattle, Washingtonย
Position: Team Member
Team: Quiz Team
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Hunter was born to Alice and Zachary Reid. He was the second child and the only son. The family originally lived in Seattle, Washington. Both of his sisters were around his age. One a year or so younger and one a year or so older. They grew up very close to one another, even if they did get on each otherโs nerves. His life was pretty perfect for the first few years. He never wanted for anything. His mother owned a charming boutique and his father was a very successful doctor.
He attended private school with his sisters and had a very active social life. From the time he was a child, Hunter was very charming. It didnโt matter if It was teachers, students, adults, or children. He seemed to have a way with words, a way of making everybody adore him.
When he was twelve, he noticed fighting between his parents. He assumed It was nothing, but their announced divorce later that year proved the theory wrong. The conversation didnโt go all that badly though. His mother took him aside after the family found out and told him that she loved him. They made a promise--- That even with everything going on, sheโd never leave him behind.
She moved out the next summer. And he never heard from her again.
A lot of people thought the loss didnโt affect him because he held himself together quite well, even for a child. But he was hurting. His father was a good man, but he was a pushover. He let her leave. He didnโt fight hard enough. And his mother was his favorite, but sheโd left him. Sheโd broken the promise. He didnโt feel lovable, no matter how many people insisted that he was. And that was a feeling he carried over into adulthood. Though It was masked by romance and charm.
He learned to show his feelings through his art. The shitty polaroid camera from his mother was the last birthday gift she ever gave him. The only gift from her that he held on to. That was what started his love of photography. Moments pass, but you couldnโt ever lose a memory. Not when itโs captured on film.
He enrolled in college at NYU and things really changed for him. It was a new start. Thatโs what he had convinced himself, anyway. As far as anyone else was concerned, he was perfect. His grades were perfect, his dates of the week were perfect, his photographs were perfect. And heโd even landed the perfect internship at Vibez during his senior year.ย
He interned under incredible photographers, learning how everything works behind a huge company like Vibez. And when they asked him to stay? How could he say no! The job opportunity was perfect. Until he found out the photography team was full... and he would be placed in the Quiz team now that his internship was done.
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Hunter comes off as very romantic. He can be charming, often masking his true intentions with people. A lot of his relationships feel like magic in the beginning only for him to fade away and grow dis interested. He sees relationships as art, as a moment in time, not as something work fighting for in the long run.
Heโs been with a lot of people, and It usually starts the same. He doesnโt have many boundaries so when youโre with him, It feels as though youโre the only person in the world.
He will make you feel special one moment and completely replaceable the next. Itโs a cycle he isnโt fully aware of, but itโs a cycle nonetheless. He wants love, he craves love. But at the end of the day, itโs far easier for him to not care that much and leave. God forbid someone else does It first.
However, working at Vibez (while originally a dream) has been a little bit of a nightmare. Heโs been on the quiz team for three years now. Each time loosing that spot on the photography team to someone with more experience orย with โa new outlookโ which is what the execs call a family friend. This has made him charming outside of work, but rather grumpy while on the job. Itโs almost like heโs got two different versions of himself.
The lovesick artist versus the bitter perfectionist.ย
Romance, work and mommy issues aside, he can be a great friend. He's fun, charming, spontaneous, and will do anything to make someone smile. Even if he winds up hurting them in the end. Get used to having your photo taken though. Heโs always got a camera around his neck.