Band Imagines/One-Shots

I Can Get You A New Job // Kellin Quinn

*KING FOR A DAY AS FUCK. WELL, KINDA*

You sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of your face, as you sat at your desk. You couldn't wait to get off work and go home, especially because your boss was eying you.

Hubert Smalls disgusted you. But what could you do? He was your boss. He could fire you. And he held that over your head as much as he could.

You hated that. Because it was hard to get another job, but being a banker brought in a lot of money that you needed. If you lost your job, you'd be screwed.

So you sucked it up, and completely ignored him. You started typing in some numbers on your computer, when your coworker came over to you.

"Hey (Y/N), can you come help that man over there? We're almost done, so I was hoping you could finish up?" You looked over where she pointed and saw a man with slightly long hair, and tattoos going down his arm.

You nodded, sending a small smile at her.

"Yeah, of course." You scooted your chair out, and stood up, smoothing down your skirt and walking over to the counter.

You smiled when you got there and spoke. "Hi, I'm (Y/N), sorry for the wait. How can I help you?" You asked. The man smiled at you and nodded.

"No worries. Um, I'd like to make a withdrawal please, and settle some arrangements with my account?" He spoke in a soft voice. You nodded, and turned to the computer in front of you, scooting a small device towards him.

"Alright, could you enter your account number for me?" The man nodded, and quickly entered it, giving you his information. "Alright Mr. Bostwick, how much would you like to withdraw?"

"Uh, Quinn, please. And $2300." You nodded.

"Sorry about that, Mr. Quinn."

"Oh, its no problem, I haven't changed my name on the account." He chuckled. You smiled, and held up a finger.

"Alright, please give me one moment." He nodded, and you turned around, walking towards the vault.

(Please be aware, I'm 99.9% sure this is not how you work at a bank, but bear with me xD)

You got in, counting out hundreds and threw in a few twenty's just in case. You made sure you had all the money in your hand, and started walking out, when low and behold, Hugo Smalls walked by you.

You did your best to ignore him, when he put his arm around your shoulder, turning you back around towards him.

"Hey (Y/N), listen, I'm gonna need you to stay after closing to help settle some accounts, understood?" You internally groaned, but looked at him confused on the outside.

"I can just show up early to do it tomorrow, Mr. Smalls." He smiled, shaking his head.

"I don't think so, hun." You tried to shrug off his arm, backing away.

"Hubert, I don't have time for this, I'm with a customer right now." You spoke, walking away. Hubert caught up to you, gripping your arm and stopping you. Your eyes widened, and you tried to pull away from him, because he was doing this in plain view where Mr. Quinn could see this. "Hubert, stop, I'm with a customer right now." You scolded him.

"Don't tell me what to do, I'm your boss." He growled, before throwing your arm to the side. You turned around back towards Mr. Quinn, when Hubert smacked your ass kinda hard. "Milk does a body good." He commented, walking away. You just knew there was a smirk on his face.

You tried to wipe the embarrassment off your face, as you walked over to your customer.

"I'm so sorry about that." You blurted out before you could think. He looked at you sympathetically.

"How long has that guy been bothering you?" He asked quietly, leaning forward on the counter, as you handed him the cash.

You felt your face heat up, and your eyes met the counter.

"Ever since I started working here."

"Why haven't you reported him for harassment?" You gulped.

"He's my boss," you spoke. "he can fire me, and I need this job." The man sighed, and nodded.

"Well, how much do you like concerts and music?" You bit your lip with a small smile.

"Music is pretty much my life." The man grinned widely at you.

"Then I can get you a new job." He held out his hand towards you. "Hi, I'm Kellin Quinn, lead singer of-"

"Sleeping With Sirens." You smiled shyly. He chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah. Why don't you come work for my band, I'm sure we can find something for you." You smiled, looking down and nodding.

"I'd like that."