#I don't want to see him in a uniform! it's gross!! I mean he looks cute but it's still gross!

[running-in-the-dark]

oh you have got to be kidding me!

I'm watching Night Court to recover from Stripes and. Dan. is. wearing a damn uniform. I am going to explode

[munsster]

hii!! i'd like to request a steve harrington x fem!reader fic pls <33 reader confesses to steve, but he says he doesn't like her. then reader's all 'okay fine, i'm gonna move on' and when she actually does that, steve is 🥺 lots of angst please and some steve grovelling teehee <33

gut feeling

A/N: okay yes 😏 i screwed this up the littlest bit, but i hope it still tickles ur fancy. also i’ve seen this done for king!steve and i wanted to write it for s4 steven

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have big feelings for Steve, he’s just not sure he feels the same way. 3.6k words.

Warnings: angst, but it resolves into fluff, unrequited love trope, lots of feelings, friends to lovers?, CURSING!, italics, established friendship, feat. Keith 😑

"You think it would be gross if we kissed?"

Steve thinks you might actually sound hurt, but he also thinks the face he's making is hilarious beyond belief: kind of contorted and screwed inward, nose scrunched and trying really hard to batten down a grin. You glare at him from the passenger's seat, arms crossed tight over your green Family Video vest.

You think he's wonderful despite his naiveté. If only he knew how handsome you thought he was, all caramel locks and big brown eyes and the kind of smile that reaches his eyes before he's even thought of it. No wonder he has an ego up to the moon. No wonder he still manages to weasel his way into the creases and crevices of any living creature's heart. Even yours. Hell, especially yours.

"Yeah, duh!"—and he's so sure of it, you could cry—"You're like the little sister I never had!"

You chuckle but you look like you're about to hurl yourself out of the car or get yourself arrested for manslaughter. Thank God he's only a block away from your house, or he'd never see the light of day again. Does he really think of you like that? The soft laughter peters out into a grating silence that burns right down your throat and feels like hard metal settling in your lungs.

He doesn't dare glance over at you. He only bites down hard around nothing and grimaces, eyes set hard on the lines dashing beneath the grill of his car. Jesus Christ, he does not think of you like that. And he begs whatever stupid pride is keeping him steady in this nonexistent pissing contest to leave it be, but its jaw is set in the tender meat of the game.

"Don't have to be so jovial about it," you grumble.

"What?"

"Mine's on the left," you grumble, nodding out the window. Oh, he's definitely in trouble. You only ignore him like this when he's done something boyish to a fault.

"I know. I drive you home every—hey!"

"Bye," you coo, booking it up the steps to your door, refusing to turn over your shoulder for fear that you'll burst into tears upon seeing him smile or frown or crack the slightest look of confusion.

He watches you slam the door and rolls the passenger window up with a frustrated sigh. Where the Hell did that come from and why. All while you're sitting against the foot of your bed, chattering into the phone at Robin, still wearing your uniform and tugging at strands of your hair as expletives weave themselves between every three words.

"Oh my Fucking God, I'm so fucking embarrassed right now, Robs—Does he—? Does he think I'm some sort of fuckin' baby? I just don't—"

"He's just being Steve, okay? He probably didn't mean it—"

"The way he looked at me, Robin, I felt like a fucking imbecile. Of all the dickheads in the world I could fall for, my heart chose Harrington? Maybe I'm the idiot." You sigh and kick your feet out, the frustration winding up new nerves and letting them go like tight springs to fling out over your body.

She sighs and it rattles through the grainy speaker. "You're not an idiot; he has his moments. Don't beat yourself up, you know how he gets. He's probably not thinking straight, just... tell him? The worst he can say is—"

"That I'm like a sister to him? Oh, how delightful. That's even worse than just flat out admitting I'm unattractive."

"You're not unattractive, don't do that."

"I am to him," you groan.

"Hey," she hums after a beat of crackling silence. You close your eyes and grip the sickly yellow receiver a little tighter.

"I really like him."

"I know."

"And it sucks."

"I know." The other end rustles and you let out a curt sigh just as you move to stand. "I love you, and I'm here for you. Especially when dumb boys make you feel like shit. You'll always be the most amazing and most beautiful girl in my life, don't forget that."

"Thank you. I'll see you, Robs."

"Take it easy."

—

Steve wakes up to an ache in his neck and a soreness in his knuckles. You didn't call him last night. And he's assuming you didn't call him before school this morning because his alarm clock flashes eleven, first period starts at eight-thirty, and the tone his ancient landline emits is shrill enough to deafen a man. Let alone wake him up in a cold sweat. He concocts a sick feeling in his stomach of burnt orange shame and maroon guilt because he has to wait until closing shift tonight to explain himself to you.

But by then, he's feeling spiteful. You weren't home when he went to pick you up and he waited ten minutes and knocked on the door in bulk. Until someone who was not you answered and told him that you'd gotten a ride with some jerk from the Hawkins High football team. That's not how it was originally said, but that's how he heard it. So you're avoiding him? It makes him spit up a little in his mouth, and he's going about twenty over the speed limit the entire way to make it on time.

By the time he can fling open the glass door and hear the sound of the tiny bell, he spots you in the back corner with a stack of tapes under your arm. Listening to music. To drown him out. And it makes him frown. Six hours. That's how long he'd have to endure this, then he could go home and not call you and not be able to sleep.

The casette in your Walkman can only run for so long, right? But he watches you rewind it after an hour and a half and slumps against the front desk when you grab a new stack of tapes from behind him. He simmers down after the first half of the shift, and of course, the fact that you won't talk to him rubs him the wrong way, but what's even worse is that now you're bumming rides off of losers on the worst football team in all of Indiana.

He gets worked up thinking about that guy's motivation and how many times he probably tried to make a pass at you. Steve would never do that to you. Even if he wanted to, he's a gentleman at heart. He could beat that jerk to a pulp just imagining him giving you the look. God forbid that sucker puts his hands on you. Steve would get charged with battery before ever letting that happen.

It's not like he can say anything to you about it either. He's pissed, and he knows himself. He'd get all angry and confrontational, and you deserve better than that. It's his fault you got there first, and it's his fault you got to stocking, and it's his fault you're tuning him out. But he didn't think what he said last night would be worth all that trouble.

"If you keep up the optic blast, I'm gonna buy you a ruby-quartz visored monocle." And that droning voice could only belong to one overbearing manager.

"What do you need, Keith?" Steve grumbles, and out of the corner of his eye, he catches you looking to the front of the store to watch the encounter with a smirk.

"Duty calls, Harrington. Corporate sent us more shelf space. Need someone to unload it into the office," Keith murmurs, shooting a glance your way, "And, uh... it's kind of unwieldy, so get the kid to help you out."

It makes Steve's eye twitch because you're not some kid. And if you heard Keith refer to you as such, you'd unleash a fleet of curses on him. Only Steve is allowed to call you that. Because it's funny, duh. You're a year younger than him, obviously he's going to use that to his comedic advantage. Oh.

He lets out a sigh—"alright"—and leaves Keith to man the front while he skirts to the back of the store and leads you by the hand through the office.

"'The Hell, Harrington?" you hiss, but you keep your fingers locked between Steve's, abandoning the rest of the tapes on Keith's desk and jogging to catch up with his stride. As forward and demanding as his grip may be, you have to admit, the warmth of his palm is comforting and it makes your heart race because you've never held hands with Steve before. And in any other circumstance, you might've been able to enjoy it a little more.

"Keith told me to tell you that you have to help me bring a shelf in from the truck."

"Oh, I have to?" you bark, now pulling your hand away and putting your headphones around your neck once you exit through the back door with him. "And you didn't think to give me a warning before yanking on my arm?"

"Yes, you have to, and maybe if you weren't listening to that shit so loud, you would've been in the loop." It comes out far more harsh than he intended, and that was exactly what he was afraid of happening in a confrontation with you. His brow softens, and the tension in his upper back and jaw dissipates into his own self-pity party. "And I didn't yank on your arm. Or at least I didn't mean to, so I'm sorry for that much."

Steve hops up into the truck and offers you a hand you don't take as much as you both wish you would have. Because he looks like a kicked puppy, and you have to stop yourself from cheering yourself on. Maybe this will be your first literal step towards getting over him. Once and for all.

After about fifteen minutes of heaving and ho-ing, the two of you manage to haul the shelf into the office as per Keith's request. He was right: it was unwieldy. The awkward grip spots caused a lot of overlap, and you both flinched away from the physical contact in a matter of milliseconds. But Steve couldn't deny he felt bad, and you couldn't deny that you definitely still had feelings for him.

You grab your previously abandoned stack of tapes to scurry out of the office, but Steve stops you by the elbow. And you glare back at him.

"Sorry. The... yanking, I know"—he shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down—"Look, I'm not entirely sure what happened last night in the car, but it clearly made you uncomfortable, and I'd like to apologize."

He can see the neurons firing when he looks you in the eye, but he can also see that his apology wasn't effective in the slightest. Because you're still anger-ridden and fuming at him. You put your headphones on and go back to restocking shelves.

He checks the digital clock above the door. Two hours till eleven. Great.

And they creep by like refrigerated molasses. Second by second. Every time he glances at the clock, only a minute has passed. Eventually, though, he starts cleaning up for closing: vacuuming, cleaning the windows, fixing the display. And he finds himself getting a little more efficient at checking tapes back in and rewinding them only so you'll cruise by the front—scowling at him, but nonetheless at him—to grab a new stack and shelf it.

Five minutes to closing and a sleek, blue sedan pulls into the parking lot, and you practically beam at it, grinning and skipping to the front. You grab your bag from under the counter next to Steve's hip and shove your Walkman into it.

"You know, my car works perfectly fine," he grumbles, "don't have to replace me with some football jerk." He knows that struck a nerve because your smile immediately flickers away into a squint.

"That football jerk is bilingual, a painter, and lets me listen to the music I like in his car."

"But that's not the rules," he whines, desperately defending himself against some sports guy who's probably taking advantage of you.

"Well, I like him and he's nice to me." You sling your bag over your shoulder triumphantly, marching towards the door.

Steve is aghast at the implication. He thought you liked listening to the radio. Plus he took Spanish and art for the required two years, it's not that great of an achievement.

Still, he sputters out, "Yeah, well—"

You wave over your shoulder. "Later, Steve."

Since when did he become such a loser.

He watches jerk-face open the car door for you then glance over to wave at him with a perfect smile and perfect hair and perfect manners. What an asshole. Steve does not wave back.

—

"That's the kinda guy she likes?" he fusses into the phone, palming his face while Robin chuckles on the other line. This whole time he thought for sure you liked the self-assured, cocky, college-age boy type. And now you're dating a high schooler. Come on, jerk-face is not even that good looking.

"First of all, they're not dating. Second of all, don't lie to make yourself feel better; even I can admit he's basically a Greek god," Robin says, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth. "Third... why do you care? You’re acting like it’s your job to protect her, but it’s not. She’s an adult now, you know, she can take her of herself.”

He lets out a puff of air through his nose, blinking hard and leaning into the pale yellow receiver. Then mumbling: "She told you."

And she replies, cheerily: "Yup."

"Well—! I just... don't want to see her get hurt. I know that type of guy. I used to be that type of guy. He's bad news, I can tell."

"Right,” Robin scoffs, “It's definitely not because you love her.”

"I don't love her. She's just a baby, and we don't even like the same things. It would never work out between us, there's no connection." They both know it’s a lame excuse, but it’s worked up until this moment. It’s worked since the day you met. You’re too young, the end. Sure, you can be cute sometimes, but you’re also a pain in the ass and you two could never get along long enough to stitch together a real relationship.

But Robin sees through all of that shit. And she’s over it.

“Okay, maybe, but she listens when you talk about cars, and you buy the albums she likes even when she only mentions them once. Plus, you both love Dustin like he's an extra limb”—she’s right, you love that kid to death and Lord knows Steve looks after him like a son—“I think as much as you wretch and complain over her being too young and the connection not 'being there', it seems like you try an awful lot to get her to like you."

He immediately rejects the idea with a scoff.

"Of course I’d want a cool person to like me, old fuckin’ habits die hard. But that's all. She's cool and has a good sense of style and tells the best jokes and makes me feel smart and listens to me, and right now I'm feeling pretty crazy because maybe I do love her and I blew it because... because? Because I don’t know why—but she's probably sitting in some jerk's car listening to her favorite songs and watching him paint the sunset while speaking Spanish or whatever."

Robin closes her eyes, and Steve’s annoyed by the fact that he can hear her smirking. "Jesus Christ, I need to start charging you idiots for my time"—and she sighs—"Just... tell her all that cheese. And maybe throw in an apology or two. I don't know, do what you usually do when you pick up girls.”

He’s frustrated. And annoyed. But he throws a thanks at her anyway and stomps down the stairs and to his beamer. It’s not until he’s shrouded in the piercing light of the convenience store that he realizes three things: he’s still in his work uniform, it’s midnight, and he’s pretty sure he does love you. He grabs a bouquet, not even realizing it’s a bouquet of amaryllis and baby’s breath—he’d prefer roses, but ‘tis not the season, as the cashier told him.

Minutes later, he’s muttering under his breath like he’s mad, waiting for someone to answer your door. And thank God you do.

“Steve—?”

“Oh, shit, did I—were you—?”

“Oh, no, I was just…”—thinking about him—“nothin’. What’re you doing here?”

He pushes a furious hand through his hair, then tucks a chunk behind his ear, worrying at his bottom lip. More nervous than he’s been in his whole life. Then he flashes those soft brown eyes at you, and you’re toast. You step onto your doormat and shut the door behind you because he starts into his sentence like a blazing fire:

"I feel so stupid, and I’m sorry for saying you're like a little sister to me; I don’t believe that, and it couldn’t be further from the truth. You're not like a sister to me, you're like the only thing that matters and I feel like I wanna learn another language for you and take a cooking class for you and listen to your music with you. I just, I mean I’m trying to say you make me want to be a better person, and I feel like I’m already a better person whenever I’m around you. I... what I’m saying—and I promise I’m getting to it—is that I’m sorry for being so stupid and not seeing it before, but I think you're beautiful and I'd be honored if you'd forgive me and maybe consider letting me take you out sometime. Like on a date."

He’s breathing heavily, looking and feeling manic, and your eyes are wide as you slowly process his confession. It goes down like sweet wine, floral down your throat and settling in your tummy like candy. But still: what the fuck? Is he insane? Are you insane?

His hair is flopped to one side, and his work vest is snug around his shoulders. You step forward slowly, and the creases in his forehead seem to go smooth. And you point to the bouquet.

“For me?”

Steve glances down. "Oh, yeah, got em for you. Sorry they're not roses, it's not—"

"I love them, thank you."

He nods. And you smile. And despite how beautiful the soft pink and white flowers are, you’re not particularly focused on their safety when you hook your arms beneath his and rope him into a hug. It’s clearly just what he needed when he goes pliant and heavy against your chest, smiling into your neck as his hands wrap over your shoulders.

"I think we might both be stupid,” you whisper.

He chuckles. "Yup. Just a couple of stupids. Geez, what kinda pair are we?" You both pull away. Only to look at each other squarely. To see a smile creep and creep across the other’s face. And he cocks a brow and says, "By the way, worst twenty-four hours of my life—"

And that’s saying something after the last three years.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Steve, I was just so—"

"I know."

"So confused and disappointed, it was—"

"Torture, yeah, don't even think about doing that ever again,” he teases, pinching your side and scrunching his nose when you pinch him back.

"Yeah. Well, never tell me I’m like a little sister to you ever again.”

Gross.

"I don't plan on it"

With the slow bat of your lashes, and the tender curve of your lips, he can’t not think about kissing you. Not in this light. Not under the meddling moon, and not holding your waist like cupping pools of honey.

Then you look away. For all the shit you talk, he manages to make you far more shy than he ever anticipates. And it gives him butterflies to see you duck away.

"You know, I think you're pretty beautiful yourself, Harrington.”

Oh, he’s blushing now. The blood gushes hot to his face, he could sweat buckets right here and now. You can probably hear his heartbeat. Jesus Christ, what’ve you done to him? You can tell he’s nervous when he chuckles softly. "Does this mean I can start giving you rides again?"

You pretend to weigh your options. As if there would ever be a better alternative. "Only if you let me play my music sometimes.”

"Absolutely. I never liked the radio much anyway."

You let go of him only to cradle your bouquet in both hands, admiring the petals while Steve puts his hands back in his pockets.

"Then I'll see you later," he says. Grinning ear to ear, mind you.

"Yeah,” you coo, “I’ll see you."

With one hand on his shoulder, you plant a kiss on his willing cheek and let him go. But before he can make it to his car you holler, “Wait!” and he jogs back over to you.

"Did I forget somethin’?"

“Yeah,” you poke, "you forgot about our date."

He tilts his head a little, brows furrowed. "Our... our date? What do you mean our… Ohhhh”—he nods in understanding, suddenly hit with a wave of excitement and embarrassment—"Does tomorrow work? We could grab lunch or dinner or something and maybe stop by the arcade or—oh, the fair's in town, that could be kinda fun, unless you don't want to, I mean—"

"Steve?" you hum.

“Mhm?”

"I'd love to."

And suddenly his ego is miles through the roof; he's nodding and grinning and it’s like he can’t wait to wake up tomorrow just to see you again.

"Me too. Okay. Yeah! I'll see you then."

"Bye, Stevie.” You give him a small wave, and the shroud of plastic around the bouquet crinkles like the corners of his eyes at the idea of tomorrow.

masterlist

[splataii]

so uh @b1ueprinc3 made a post and i was inspired to make this drabble.

pervert manager dabi x male reader

cw: sub/bottom male reader, top/dom character, dacryphilia, degradation, minor exhibitionism, groping

anyway dabi first meets you an just thinks ur so fucking cute. he just loves your enegry and attitude, and becomes a lil too eager to train you, always being a lil touchy. hes down horrendous, always grabbing ur ass to congratulate you for a job well done at the end of the day or whatever.

insists he a “hands on learning” typa guy. always grabbing you by the waist so he can grind his obvious boner against your ass as he scoots behind you. always grabs u by the back of the neck, rubbing a thumb up its side as he leans over your shoulder to look at whatever work has you occupied. grabs you by the beltloop when youre passing him so he can spin you around and tell you about this “important work related thing” while he keeps his fingers pressed into your hips.

he already thinks you look pretty good in the assigned uniform, but one day, he has the genius idea to spill some water or something over you so you're forced to change into a top that's a couple sizes too small (which he insists is the only available uniform, yes it's mandatory, no you can't go home and change).

he promises it was an accident, and that he’ll wash it for you (despite the fact you insist you can clean it yourself) but instead spends his time dropping random shit on the ground so he can see your pants strain against ur ass and the way your shirt rides up your back.

the liar also takes your old shirt to the backroom to fist his cock with, pretending it's ur fucked out face he's cumming on. you ain't never getting that shit back

speaking of jerking off, this bitch does it all the time. specifically does it when youre getting off break and heading to the break rooms, so you can hear the sound of him shamelessly moaning your name as he finishes to another one of his gross fantasies of you laying spread out for him in his bed. he exits the stall and smiles when he sees your face like its no big. always makes sure to give ur ass a nice slap and some half assed “work hard” crap before he leaves you totally embarrassed.

nyway he also a bit overprotective, never stepping more than a couple feet away from you while you're working with a customer, and even other coworkers. he knows people know how cute you are. why would he leave his sweet boy to deal with those random mofos? he just stands behind you glaring when he feels someone is getting too close. you get a little confused, when they eventually leave, terrified, but he's always there to comfort you. your ass is his, you don't need no one else baby<3

he can have a bit of a mean streak sometimes tho, stretching you thin. whenever you (expectedly) fail to meet his impossible deadlines, he’s teasing you. talking about what a dumb little boy you are. he could probably fire you, if he wanted to. but he wont. if you could do this one little thing for him.. he pulls you into an old storage closet, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants so he can slap it on your face and spread his pre all over your cheek and nose. he can't help it, you just look a lot cuter this way. besides, he knows you can take it. dumb little boys like you are only made for one thing. since you're such a bad employee, show him what a damn good whore you are.

dabi claims he's only mean cause he cares. boys like you need to be taught a lesson so no one can take advantage of you. but sometimes, he plays like he's gonna make you answer calls while hes spearing you on his dick, just so he can see your pretty tears as you shake ur head no.

once again, he can have complete one eighty's, giving you all these bonuses and gifts at work saying “you deserve it” and all that shit, but everybody at work knows the reason you get all this special treatment is cause he slutting you out behind closed doors.

at the end of the day, you’re really just dabi’s personal whore. and everyone knows it.

[strawberrymochin]

Springtime Fushiguros♪

Context-: exploring the memories of childhood of fushiguros, marking the spring time of you and satoru gojo.

Dropping Megumi at school :- you and gojo drop the fushiguro kids at school.

Megumi comes out of his shared room wearing his new school uniform. You and satoru both decided to admit them to a new elementary to change their surroundings and for better education.

'Megumi-chan, the uniform looks good on you!!' Tsumiki squealed with excitement as you tie her hair into a pony tail.

'Aww Megumi, you look so cute just like your sister.' you couldn't help but melt at this sight. The kids were looking so adorable, just like you imagined.

Gojo ruffles megumi's hair, earning grumbles from him. 'you seem all ready for your new school, make sure you study well. After that when I come home you have practice sessions with me.' Megumi mutters a low 'hm' fixing his hair.

'Come here, Megumi lemme fix your hair.' you say, 'And satoru, go get their scl bags.'

'where is it?'

'Ofcourse in their room. Go get it fast. Don't wanna be late on the first day of class.'

Megumi comes to you as gojo goes to fetch their bags. You fix his hair quickly and tell him to join Tsumiki at the table and have breakfast.

You were in the kitchen where gojo brings their little school bags. You've already prepared their bentos. Decorated with utmost love and affection. You've left the lunch open to let the hot steam evaporate a bit and now it's time to close the lids and stuff them into their school bags.

Gojo takes a bite out of megumi's lunch box, when you protest 'hey! No eating out of kid's lunches.'

'But I'm hungry, just one more please.'

'nope. I've already made pancakes for you. If you're hungry then have them.'

'But you didn't decorate it like these lunches.'

'are you a kid?'

'don't you love me? I want some of that too.' How can you forget the strongest sorcerer can be such a pain in the ass. He sulks as you question your life decisions.

'Gross!' a voice interrupts gojo's sulking. You both peek out of the door to see Megumi giving a disgusted look at his Sensei.

'What do you mean by gross?!' an offended gojo questions the black haired tetchy boy.

'By gross I mean your behaviour.' Megumi declares offending gojo even more. He storms off the kitchen to lecture the 6 year old on how to show respect to his elders, which the kid deliberately ignores.

You sigh realising what you got yourself into. You turn to the counter refilling the empty space of Megumi's lunch box, gojo ate. A smile appears on your lips unconsciously, you know you will see them bickering like this a million times and maybe that's a thing you would treasure.

Tsumiki watches gojo lecturing her brother, who doesn't even spares him a look and continues eating his breakfast as if the man shouting beside him doesn't exist.

'Enough! Finish your breakfast. Otherwise we are gonna be late.' you want, shutting gojo up.

'I'm done.' says Tsumiki, Megumi follows her next after finishing his breakfast. Gojo's the last one to finish, after stuffing the entire pancake into his mouth at once, earning a critical look from you three, to which he responds, 'whmff wff afe geffimg lffe?' (he chokes on his pancake)

Tsumiki couldn't suppress her laugh watching her guardian struggle choking on a pancake, 'what language on earth is he speaking?' asks Megumi, creeped out.

'nothing he's just telling we will get late, now you two get your bags while I deal with him.' you drag gojo to the bathroom, hitting him firmly on the back to help him vomit.

After dealing with gojo and his dumb decisions, you go quickly to fetch your camera.

'whats that for?' gojo asks after gulping water, coughing a bit.

'To take a group picture, now hurry!'

You set the camera on a tripod, setting a timer gathering the kids as gojo joins in. 'Come on kids, smile.' Tsumiki smiles for the picture, Megumi does too. You squat down to their height along with gojo.

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~♡~

After gojo's rash driving, you guys reach the school and you wish both of them good luck for their first day in school with a kiss.

Extras-:

You noticed gojo sulking while he drove you back to the apartment.

'hey what happened? Whats with the sullen face huh?'

'YOU DON'T KISS ME WHEN I LEAVE FOR WORK! This is partiality.'

[captain-mj]

Any chance we can get something building on your graves shepherd TikTok?! I'll offer you some ribs for it?

Just the 141 coming to work with the shadows and Graves and the shadows keep trying to ask the 141 to tell their boss to stop creeping on their commander. It's creepy and in their opinion Graves deserves better.

I am so willing to do that!!

Price had noticed something was... off. All of the Shadows glared at Shepherd every time he walked in and they grouped around Graves whenever he was around too. Once he started paying attention, he noticed a few things.

Shepherd made a comment about their uniforms, specifically saying it really suited someone of Graves's body type. He openly stared at Graves's ass and put his hand right on the small of his back. It was extremely uncomfortable to watch. Shepherd also stood a lot closer to Graves when give the opportunity, to a noticeable degree.

3-1, who Price was fairly certain was named Jason, ended up finding him and cornering him later. "Can you please tell your creepy ass boss to back off my commander?" He crossed his arms, glaring.

Price paused. "Talking about Shepherd?"

"Yes. We've all noticed his behavior around Graves. We don't fucking like it." 3-1 looked embarrassed but determined. He had a lot of nerve to talk to Price and he respected that.

"What exactly is he doing?" Price had of course noticed it, but he wanted to see what Jason would say.

"He's been sending him weird messages and making comments about him. He asked me yesterday if he was a Barracks Bunny." He hissed it out.

Price blinked. Oh that was a lot worse than he had thought. "I see."

"So tell your gross ass boss to leave my boss alone. He deserves better than that old, bald fuck." Jason turned around and walked off quickly.

Price blinked, not entirely sure what he could do about it. He supposed he could call Laswell.

Laswell grimaced and told him she'd keep an eye on it. She was working on base at the moment so it was perfect timing.

Price started putting himself next to Graves when he could, usually positioning himself between Graves and Shepherd. Graves mirrored him, always getting a bit a closer. He noticed his eyes seemed to linger on Price more and he took it for gratitude.

Another one, 2-2 he was pretty sure, asked Price if they had an HR.

"Uh... Kinda. Why?"

"I'm pretty sure your boss's actions fall under sexual harassment. I think you guys need sensitivity training or something." She huffed at him, narrowing her eyes.

"Ah... Um... Yeah, about that. I've been watching and I've reported into Laswell."

She nodded. "Good. You'd think as old as he is he'd learn. I mean... you've learned by your age."

"My mum raised a gentleman and I'm not that old."

"Really?" She started to laugh.

"I'm 37!"

"Oh, I don't doubt that. I meant british people really say mum like that? You say it like the flower. Chrysanthemums." She laughed harder.

"This is why no likes you guys."

"Eh. We don't like you guys either. Well... most of us don't." She looked him up and down but left before he could respond. Talk about sexual harassment. This was becoming a very unsafe work environment. At least, that's what he told Simon who laughed and said she was probably flirting.

Then it happened. The biggest incident.

It was a very small meeting. Alejandro, Price, Graves, Shepherd and Laswell. Just the top leaders of each group with the addition of Laswell since she worked adjacent to Price. Shepherd was still at the base and Price was pretty sure he was pushing it off for this reason.

They talked with Price barely paying attention. He kept making eye contact with Graves who sat right next to him, Shepherd on the other side. Their hands ended up brushing under the table and Graves went a bit rigid, quickly putting his hands in his lap and glaring at him like Price had been trying to hold his hand.

The other two left and Price got up. He grabbed a cup of the coffee they had nearby. It wasn't his favorite but with the missiles and everything, he hadn't really been sleeping.

Graves backhanded Shepherd. Price missed the inciting action but that sounded painful.

Shepherd stared at him and Graves stomped out with Price on his heels.

"You okay?"

"He grabbed my ass. He'll learn not to do that again." Graves snapped, glaring at Price like he was also a culprit.

"Okay. Got it. But are you okay?"

Graves sighed. "I'm... fine. Just... I thought when I quit the army to be a mercenary, I wouldn't have to deal with people like that." He sounded angrier than anything.

Price pat his shoulder like he would for his team. "I'm sorry. I was working with Laswell."

"I'm aware. Laswell asked me a ton of questions and I got a call from who I'm assuming was a very tired HR person. Or whatever the fuck you guys have as an equivalent." Graves smiled at him. He looked pretty when he smiled.

Price immediately scolded himself. "I'll make sure he isn't alone with you anymore."

"Good." Graves hit his shoulder rather hard. "I'll hit him again if I need to. I'm sure he'll learn eventually."

"Old dogs, new tricks."

"don't believe that. Any dog can learn. With this one, I just have to beat it enough."

[thatiranianphantom]

Nancy Drew Rewatch 101: Pilot

(Excited for the full rewatch with @middleagedresidentofriverdale!)

Okay so, some brief pilot notes:

I STILL do not understand how Lucy fell OUT OF the dress?

Nancy and Lucy's Sea Queen dresses are very visually similar.

Did we ever get a name for Nancy's HS boyfriend? Fanfic seems to call him Parker.

Nancy is like, incredibly clear that she is only interested in Nick as a sexual distraction.

Ryan and George is still gross. Just, ew.

"They're not my friends" -> they're my soulmates

Seances and B&E's about to become much more common

I love this shot:

Even with their uniforms on you can so clearly see the personal styles. I love George's combat boots and leather jacket.

Okay, I'm sure at the time Nancy did mean that she wanted to get to know Nick but....I don't think she ever planned on opening up to him or wanting him for more than a distraction. Even on the drive home, she's not interested in him aside from how he relates to the mystery. And breaking into Carson's office and looking at his files is just...it's SUCH an invasion of both Carson and Nick's privacy.

Ace stares at Nancy right from the pilot (where he canonically had feelings for her!)

Anyway. Onto 102!

[dollivication]

Haiiiii !!!! I've been following u for awhile now nd I love ur posts but I'm a pussy so I'm interacting anonymously :3

Um anyways. Opinions on college loser! Leon or Dante? (maybe both? whoever u like more idk) obsessed with sweet teacher!user?

Laik… ur a sweetheart and feel bad for him bc you've noticed that he's alone all the time and doesn't have friends, maybe even being picked at by his classmates during/after class if u want to make him more miserable. That ofc makes u feel bad for him so u try to interact more to make him feel better!!

Being nicer to him, spending a few lil extra minutes to chat, even giving him candy sometimes and rlly just trying to be there bc he clearly needs that. Over time u see he gets happier when he sees u, like an excited puppy, and ofc why wouldn't he?? Ur the only person that treats him decently!

He seems a little too touchy now but it's okay, maybe he doesn't receive affection frequently so u can ignore that his hand is often misplaced when he insists on hugging you because he's missed you lots even though he just saw u yesterday!! Or the way he's suddenly clumsier when he's with u, 'accidentally' knocking over things that u are sweet enough to pick up yourself, bending down in the process. He's just clumsy is all! He swears it's definitely not to look at your ass!

You don't see the way he grips his jeans or table when he's in ur class lately because ur just too irresistible to look at. The way that thin uniform of yours grips u in all the right places has his mind spinning and his jeans feeling tighter. Poor boy can't catch a break when it's about u…

Dis thing been living on my mind rent free, any thots about how bad down the guy would be? I'm out of brain juice when it comes to ickiness but ur a pro when it comes to that and these guys (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

—🐭

UWAAAA OH MY GOF OH MY GOD THIS MADE ME TITTER SO MERRILY IM SO GRATEFUL 4 YU????? MWAMWA WELCOME TO THE FREAKLAND ❤️❤️❤️!!1!1!1!!

ouuuuuu I LOOOOVE yu for giving me a lil blueprint for their ickiness…. because lemme tell yu they are NASTAY…!! let’s use leon for this whirligig >:3

leon takes advantage of your pity. he’s fully aware that you don’t normally accept gifts from students, but when it comes to him?? owhh,, hes just the sweetest little thing! it’d be rude not to accept his tokens of gratitude!!

and naturally, receiving a cup of coffee from him wouldn’t be strange, if it didn’t taste so salty (◞‸◟)… of course, you force yourself to drink it, because your biggest flaw was being too generous. and leon’s breathing heavily, watching as your expression sours everytime you take a sip of not just coffee—but his cum !! he most likely convinces himself that you like it…. i’d advise not taking any treat or drink from this Freak…..

and it’s just sooososo fucking hot, seeing how oblivious you are to his perverted advances!! and nobody ever sits by leon… bless you if it’s a leveled lecture hall, because leon’s going to sit just a distance away to fuck into his fist as you teach. he’s so GROSS IM CRYIYMGGMB….!1!1!1!!!

i reckon that at some point leon would just stop.. looking and actually start touching when you’re bent over. laik if he’s fully convinced himself that you want him too, he won’t be so shy anymore!! he’ll probably cup your ass, bump his clothed cock against it with soft whines… he’s needed this for sooooww long!! don’t be mean to him and just let him fuck you, okay? you just mean so much to him!!! <3

and if you ever plan on telling anyone about him, he’s not above using his pretty face to make up lies about you!! laik he didn’t do anything, it was you who forced yourself onto him >.<!! what a dirty professor… so just keep your mouth shut, and take his virginity!

UGHSHHGHHHES SI SICK IM SK HAPPY YOURE ON THE FRIENDS LIST NAO… first ask and you COOK I LAUV YU!!!1!!1 I CANT EAIT TO HEAR MORE FROM YEW ૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶꒱ა ❤️❤️

[jellonetta]

That's when they say I lost my only friend PT. 1

OK so this was a veryyyy long request in the making but I decided to split is into two parts. I didn't want everyone to wait any longer for more and then forget about it so here is part 1 of 2.

Content for those who are wondering, in this story Sunny Day Jack and Joseph are the same person or entity in a way. The reader hasn't moved to the farmhouse yet but will be in the second part.

Part One is like the calm before the storm to put it like that.

Requested By @chibithewitch

Character(s): Sunny Day Jack | Joseph Haberdae x GN! Chubby! Vitiligo! Reader

TW: Minor Angst, Fluff, Some one-sided feeling(?)

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

You can remember running outside with Hazel, your dog, without care. She chases, and you laugh in glee. Your family couldn't understand why they adore you over the others. Hazel loves them, but you seem like you were their favorite. Your older brother was quite jealous of your's and Hazel's bond. You think he envies it. Your family has started to take note of your relationship, too.

It's nothing special though. You just enjoy each other’s company.

Hazel has always been there for you. She understands you better than anyone. When you feel lost, or when something is bothering you, she's there. When you're sad, she'll sit right by you until you calm down. When you’re angry, she makes you feel safe. If someone hurts her, you protect her.

And if anything happens to you…well, she's going to look out for you just as well.

She's probably more protective than you are of yourself.

 She seems to sense when someone is coming up behind her and is ready to defend you from any threat. She's an excellent fighter, but even she needs help sometimes. And when she gets scared, she's very aggressive. She's not a violent beast, but she's very sensitive to any form of negative emotion. She hates it when people hurt the ones she loves.

Even after your break up with Ian, she was there to comfort you. The trick she does best is licking your face. Whenever she tries, you laugh and try to wipe her saliva off. But it never works because she can still taste how salty you are. It's so gross. She licks it off your skin anyway before licking her lips clean. You don't mind, though. She's your baby and she means well. She's happy you're happy again.

Then you met him, Joseph Haberdae, and his ghost(?), alter ego(?), Sunny Day Jack.

Joseph was quite close off when you first met him. Picking up part-time at the yogurtopia, you never held so much sympathy for a person until you saw him in the work uniform. You could have sworn you saw his eye twitching when he had to say the store slogan.

A part of him must have died that day.

He looked miserable and you didn't want to make things worse. You tried talking to him. But his answers were dry and distant. Trying to maintain the brick wall he's putting up between you two. So you let it go. He was trying to deal with something. You respected that. He didn't need you interfering in his life. That would only make things worse, anyways. So you left him alone and focused on working.

But something just change one day he started a conversation, heck even cracked a few jokes. He was in a good mood, a great one at that. You liked it saying that he should smile more you remember seeing his face turning red and rolling his eyes before going ahead to restock the topping bins.

 He was making an effort to make friends, even with his weirdly closed-off personality. After all, if his life were like yours, wouldn't he want to do the same?

And so you started hanging out with him. He was fun and funny. His jokes reminded you of a younger you, and you both shared moments of laughter. He was a great conversationalist and seemed comfortable with himself. Even though he didn't talk much, you appreciated being able to share some of your memories with him.

You worked together, and the next few months passed by peacefully. He was growing on you much more than you thought until you caught yourself talking about him to Hazel. Her eyes fill with wonder at this stranger who makes you smile like a love-sick middle school girl.

You weren't sure what happened.

Perhaps it was your newfound interest in romance and his friendly presence. Or maybe it was something else entirely. One thing was for sure though, Joseph wasn't leaving your mind anytime soon.

At least, that's what you told yourself when Joseph started acting distant. It bothered you to no end because you didn't want to lose the friendship you built. Especially when your relationship was already starting to grow strong.

But when you asked him what it was, he avoided the question. Instead, he said, "It’ll get better, (nickname). I promise." Which was the opposite of what you wanted him to say. In all honesty, you weren't sure what exactly made him upset. Maybe he was just tired. Who knows, maybe he just needed the time apart.

So when he offered to stay with you during his shift and you agreed, you assumed nothing would happen.

You were mistaken.

For once.

Something did happen.

Not long later, the three of you sat around the house. The two of you watched TV and chatted about random things, Hazel manage to bargain Joseph out of some head pats. It was not like he had much of a choice with her massive size. Then he reached out and grabbed your wrist. At the same moment he turned his head to you to ask what you were doing, he suddenly froze and began shaking.

You didn't know what was happening, but he looked terrified. Your eyes widen in concern as you tried to figure out what was going through his mind. He was frozen like a deer caught in headlights staring into your eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but he was unable to utter a sound. The longer he stared at you, the paler he got.

Eventually, with one last squeeze of your hand, he collapsed on you.

You gently moved him back onto the couch and then immediately took your phone from where you had left it charging. You turned the volume all the way down on the tv. Hazel was quick to take action going into protective mode and looking around the room for danger.

 “What just happened? Was he sick? Is something wrong with him?” Your mind was racing. How could this possibly be normal behavior for Joseph?

She continued growling until you ran toward her to check on her.

“Woah, woah, honey. Easy tiger. It’s okay.” You cooed rubbing her ears.

 “It’s okay. Nothing is wrong with him. We’re fine. We’re gonna be just fine.”

The growl stopped, but her tail stayed down as she watched Joseph cautiously. Her breathing slowly returned to normal, but her fur remained in a defensive position. You didn’t blame her. You also didn’t understand what was happening either. But you were glad she calmed down.

"Hello, Sunshine!" A sudden voice caused you both to turn around and see Joseph.

"Joseph..?" You muttered.

"No, I'm Jack, Sunny Day Jack! I'm happy to finally meet you!" He said cheerfully.

His bright blue hair bounced slightly with every move he made. He smiled at you brightly. You didn't understand what the hell is going on. It looks like Joseph from the jawline to the way his hair is combed aside from being more neat than messy. The only difference is he looks like he was straight out of a kid's show.

What is going on? Did he somehow switch places with a different person?

You turned toward him to confirm what you thought.

To your surprise, however, the face wasn't unfamiliar at all. He was grinning widely at you, and although the expression was completely different than the Joseph you knew, it still felt familiar.

"Oh my!" Jack chuckled. "You don't recognize me?" He questioned, obviously amused.

You shook your head. "I guess it wasn't the best idea to introduce myself to a stranger. Well, you're not a stranger anymore, (nickname)! I'll tell you about the whole story sometime. For now, can call her off, it looks like I'm going to become her next chew toy."

And that is how you met Jack.

Of course, you're worried at first because you still haven't been able to figure out how he switched to Joseph. You asked him many times how he did it but you never received any answer. But he never gave you any reason to doubt his sincerity.

He's quite the character from his bright blue hair, and cute clown cosmetics, down to his comical clown shoes. He doesn't push things or force himself onto you. He knows that the way you deal with emotions is different from what he does. He respects your boundaries, but never pressures you into doing anything. He just waits for you to come around and open up when you want to. So you're thankful that he did this to you.

Joseph and Jack were quite the duo with the clashing aesthetics, personality, and even the way they talk it was hard to say it was the same person. Jack loved to listen to music and Joseph was fascinated with comic books. You've learned that Joseph is a bit of a coffee addict. He'd always make a double shot and drink it while sitting at the bar counter.

He's been addicted ever since his college days he says.

 As for Jack, he enjoyed cooking. You didn't know why he was interested in cooking. But he can make anything edible. But despite his talent in cooking, he rarely cooked for himself. When he cooked for you, it was always homemade meals. He never bought ingredients. You always had to buy them for him.

You couldn't cook for shit sometimes. But hey Jack make some bomb-ass blueberries pancakes.

 Jack would laugh and you'd join in, You were happy. And the atmosphere was lightening up and that's when you realized.

You've forgotten how love felt you were.

And it felt wonderful.

You didn't realize you were smiling so wide and you didn't notice that you had gotten lost in the moment. You were brought back into reality when you heard Jack clear his throat. You looked up at him and noticed that his cheeks were flushed lightly.

"You know...you're very pretty when you smile like that.." he spoke quietly, averting your gaze.

You blinked at the sudden compliment. You honestly didn't expect to hear that from him. You never considered that anyone would think of you as attractive.

You were shocked.

"Really?! I never realized...." you trailed off.

"I mean...it's true. And Joseph seems to enjoy your company. I never understood why."

"Because I'm nice and sweet!" You smiled softly at him. "But yeah, I enjoy your company too..."

You didn't realize that was true, but you kind of liked that too. There's nothing wrong with having him enjoy your company, right?

But you were scared your last relationship left you in ruin. You were afraid you were going to fall in love again and have a repeat of the past. You didn't want it to happen again. It's hard enough knowing what happened to you before. You never want to be reminded of your past mistakes again.

And yet here he was with his hands around yours and his body pressed close to yours. If there was anything you were certain of, it was that you wanted more.

Thank you For Reading! <3 Stay in tune for part two!

Request are Open

[hawkins-high86]

You worked at a food place inside the Star Court Mall. The job sucked but money was always the reward, so you stuck around. The costumers were almost always incredibly rude, but you did have your favorites. There was this one guy named Steve. You knew him from Highschool, he was stuck up and always worried about his status. He couldn't be alone, he always needed someone on his arm to brag to. Even though those things were really annoying about him, you couldn't help but develop a little crush on him, he was adorable, charming, funny, and really really cute. He came in at least three times a week for his lunch. The sailor uniform he walked in with was always funny, it took everything in you not to laugh when he came around that corner.

"Afternoon Steve." You leaned on the counter, waiting for him to order. "You know what I don't get?" He asked you, taking off his hat. "How this hair stopped landing me the ladies. It used to always work." He paused to stare at the hat in his hands. "I think it's the hat." He looked at it as if it were his arch nemesis. "I think you're trying too hard." You stared at him. He looked up at you confused. "How? I'm using the same stuff as before, used to work..." He trailed off.

"Yeah, well maybe some new material will work.

That, or stop trying to get the girls who would turn a blind eye to you the second something better comes along." You rolled your eyes playfully. "Yeah sure, I'll get right on that." He said sarcastically. "Your regular?" You asked him, starting to order. "Yeah." He mumbled annoyed, still looking at his hat as he got his wallet out.

You watched as he found his favorite seat and

sulked. You chuckled and went to find your manager. "I'm going on lunch." You took Steves order and stole a sandwich for yourself. "You've got 30 minutes." Your manager said, not looking at you.

You walked up to Steve and put down his food.

He looked up confused, usually you call out his name to come pick it up. "You look lonely. I think I'II start taking my lunch with you." You lightly flirted. "Oh, okay cool." Your flirt went right over his head as he starts pulling out his food.

The two of you start taking daily lunches with each other, Steve even started to bring you lunch from other places when you both were bored with the food where you work. This went on long enough you both knew what the other orders at all the food stores. There were times you and him tried new items from different places, most were gross which resulted in spitting up a lot of food and pure laughter at the other reactions to the flavors. You had such a fun time with him every day, this didn't help your little crush issue. It grew each week, the more you learned about him the bigger the crush swelled. The times you both ate at Scoops Ahoy, you noticed Robin looking your way with a smile, as if she knew something

"Alright Dingus, your break is over. You're up."

Robin forced Steve up. He looked at her annoyed but followed. "I'll see you later." He said to you then left. 'I'm just gonna ask, do you like Steve?" She asked you, taking some of what was left of Steve's fries. "What do you mean?"

You tried not to blush but that was nearly impossible. "You know what I mean. You've got a crush on him, don't you?" She smiled. " mean.." You tried to think of something to say but you came up short handed. ' knew it." She grinned bigger. "Fine." You gave up. "Has he asked you out?" She questioned. "No, in fact I'm not sure he knows how to flirt. Every time I flirt with him it just goes right over his head." You put your face in your hands. You couldn't believe you were confessing your crush to anyone, let alone his coworker. "I think he needs a gentle nudge, I can give him that, if you want." She looked at you seriously. "Why would you help me?" You asked, a little suspicious.

"Because he won't shut the hell up about finding a girlfriend and you're obviously the best candidate." She pointed at you up and down.

"What if he doesn't like me? Then he finds out I like him and then it's awkward and we'll never be the same? rounramorere-reeling vour nerves getting the best of you. "Hey, chances are, he likes you and just doesn't realize it. Give me about a week. Where did you get these fries?

They're delicious." Robins mouth was stuffed.

You glanced back at Steve who was scooping ice cream for a bunch of kids.

A week goes by, and Steve starts to act more and more fidgety. The last day of the week, you wait for him to turn that corner for your lunch, but he never did. This made your heart sink. It failed, he didn't like you back and now you've lost him forever... Depressed, you took your lunch and ate alone. All week you could tell he was acting weird; you should've known he wouldn't like you back. He cares more about hi image than who he's with.

You went home that night and fell onto your bed, you sighed and stared to the wall, thinking of nothing but regret. That's when you heard something hit your window. "The hell?" You stared at your closed curtains, waiting for it, the knock came two more times before you pulled the curtains open. Steve was standing in the yard with a handful of rocks. You open your window and put your head out. "Steve? What're you doing here?" You asked, the butterflies in your stomach came to life and fluttered around like no other. "Come down here please." He was trying to be quiet, not wanting to be caught by your parents. You shut the window, hurried to change into something cuter, then rushed down the stairs faster than you've ever managed before. "I'm going out. I won't be long!" You shouted over the loud TV and left through the front door.

"Hey.." Steve said breathless, as if he were the

"Hey..." Steve said breathless, as if he were the one who just ran a 5k to get to the front yard.

"Hey." You said in the same tone. "Uh so I'm just gonna get straight to it, Robin told me what you two talked about last week." He had his hands behind his back, looking very nervous. "Oh, she did?" You asked, hoping this wasn't the end of your friendship with him. "Look, Steve. I didn't mean to make things uncomfortable between us, I understand if you want to take some time apart, but I would really like if we stayed friends." You were fiddling with your fingernails, not daring to look at him at all. Rejection straight to the face would be too hard for you right now.

"Will you go on a date with me?" Your head shot up at his question. He pulled his arm from behind him to reveal a dozen roses. "I'm sorry for not showing up to our lunch today, Robin was helping me rehearse how to ask you out. I like you a lot and she helped me realize that. I usually don't realize these things until it's too late." He sheepishly handed you the flowers and refused to look at your face. "So, when is good for you?" He asked, still unable to look in your direction. You tried to ground yourself, trying to silence all the screams in your head. "I'm free right now." You told him. He finally looked at you, grinning like a kid on Christmas. "Shall we?" He offered his hand to you.

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter Two, Part 5

"Yeah, he got here, like, an hour ago?" That was Amber's only flaw. The word like. Yeah, I get she was young and that seems to be one of those things with every generation, but it always drove me nuts then. It drives me nuts now. Anybody else does that, I'm liable to just walk away. And then people think I'm rude, not knowing walking away is better than letting out my inner asshole. I don't like letting that out. I like it too much. And that scares me.

"Oh cool. This been it since you've been in?" I motioned around the room.

"Pretty much. And they were done eating when I got in. So about a half hour of making whiskey cokes." Amber liked her job. When she got to be what she thought a bartender was. She should've been working at seem theme bar, where the bartenders have stupid games and stupid little dances. Not making the same five drinks for the same five type of people that came here.

The five types? First dates; we're affordable for the type of food we put out. Be fancy without actually being fancy. Show off without destroying any chance to do anything for the rest of your night.

Celebration tables: some kid just aced his dissertation, so the friends and family wanted to celebrate. At least once every couple of weeks we have a table of at least ten people. And a lot of those times, these people don't understand how to make a reservation.

Quick business meetings: even on the edges of Riverwest and the Eastside, there sat the people who wore three-piece suits to work and made deals with five digits at the least. They ate fast, efficient and never left a mess. Or a good tip.

The tourist; this person has no idea how they got here. They wandered in somehow, and just said fuck it. They'll stick with the flow. They'll love the place for the night, and usually their waitress got a pretty bad ass tip from them. Tourists, are honestly the best to work for. I love them. No matter what, they will love the food. They care about nothing but the experience.

And finally, the middle-aged date night; these are depressing to watch. Two people who at one point loved each other and got married. Now they've gotten old, and busy, and life isn't this bright and full of opportunities. The spark died, and they don't want to admit it. So they try every trick in the book. And one of those, and it never worked, was weekly date nights. And every so often, they would show up here.

Those were the main five types. I mean there were other sorts that came in. But those were the five. The table right now, drinking? Business meeting that apparently went very well.

We clacked our shot glasses together and downed them. Amber made a gross face. She never was a fan of whiskey, and I was not a fan of vodka, which was usually her choice. I, on the other hand, enjoyed the smooth shot. Good whiskey is good whiskey.

I hopped off the stool. "I'll talk to you later. I should go see what Skeletor is doing." I said, grabbing my jacket and heading for the swinging door that separated the kitchen from the rest of the building.

"See you later," Amber said, going back to marrying bottles and wiping a spotless bar down even more than she needed.

"Skeletor!" I shouted as I came into the kitchen. I was officially and fully in the work part of my personality. The loudness, the living. The things you have to be to be a good manager.

"'Sup!" He shouted back from the line. He was there, a black t-shirt and blue jeans covered with a black apron. An apron that stopped above his knees. We only had one apron that fit him and it had gotten covered by a spilt pot of tomato sauce. Our laundry was done on Thursday nights, so he'd always have it on the weekend. Maybe you don't think of how your kitchen looks, but we do, and we do have the uniform. Burns and cuts lining the forearms. Pen or pencil in the ear. A sauce covered apron covering our clothes,

"How we standing?" I asked, walking into the back office, where the three desks stood. One was mine, the most covered in paper and it looked very messy to the untrained eye. But I knew where everything actually was so don't fucking touch it. Angela's desk was spot less and clean. Not a paper clip out of place. Just like her. We didn't get along all that well. And then Amber's desk. It was covered in little nick-nacks that she'd brought in. Even her laptop had a dorky sticker on it. I threw my jacket on the desk, grabbed an apron and headed back to where Justin was chopping up an onion.

[kissandships]

Don’t Think We’ll Say That Word Again

Pair: Donna/Eric

Characters: Donna, Eric, Fez

Rating: T+

Warnings: sexual harassment and assault

Tagging: @hydesjackiespuddinpop and @einsteinsugly

She was out of her uniform now, in jeans and a dark blue shirt with wet hair after her second shower. She sat with a plate of uneaten food and warm, flat soda in front of her. Her mind was a million miles away. She felt icky, and was contemplating a fourth shower.

Donna heard her kitchen door open, and she looked up to see her boyfriend Eric. He was talking about... something— she wasn't really listening. She did notice, however, his change of mood when he saw her face.

"Donna, what's wrong?" He sat at the table next to her, putting a hand over hers.

She bit her lip, "if I tell you, it'll change things."

"What is it?" Eric pressed, feeling an anxious lump form in his throat.

"After you left today, Fez and I were talking. He..." she trailed off, licking her lips.

Eric tried to lighten the mood, "said something about how great American is?"

"Eric, he... took a picture up my skirt."

Eric's goofy smirk fell from his face. "What? What do you mean?"

"I mean I stood up and he went down on the floor, and took a f***ing picture up my skirt!"

He looked confused, thinking his friend wouldn't do that to Donna. But then it was as if the veil was pulled back. The pieces were starting to come together, and Eric saw his supposed friend for what he really was.

All those lewd comments made about women, and especially Donna. Him hiding in Donna's closet and under the bed. Those looks he'd give to Donna when he thought people weren't looking. And now this: taking a picture when she was vulnerable.

"Why that.... Perverted bastard!" Eric jumped out of his seat, Donna following in surprise. "I'm gonna kill him!"

"Eric—!" A small part of her wanted to protest, to tell him it was just Fez being Fez. But the bigger part of her- the part that felt violated and betrayed- wanted to see justice done. "Don't do anything without me."

Eric nodded, and held out his hand to her. She grabbed it, expecting him to pull her out of the house and back to the basement. But instead, he enveloped her in a strong hug. "I'm sorry he did that. Are you okay?"

Donna sighed, "I just feel... gross. And sad that he'd do that." She shook her head, feeling somewhat silly. She wasn't sure why she was feeling embarrassed by this; it wasn't her fault at all. It was all her so called friend.

"Do you want to wait to talk with him?"

"No," she said, then repeated firmly, "no. He needs to know that I'm pissed!"

******

Fez looked at the angry couple standing in front of him. Innocently, he asked, "is this because I ate the last of your candy?"

"It's not about f***ing Candy!" Donna exploded, feeling uncharacteristic angry tears prick her eyes. She hated crying, and she wasn't about to do it in front of her ex-friend. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

The foreign exchange student looked to his friend, even more confused. "Eric?”

"Donna tells me that you took a picture up her skirt," Eric said evenly, standing between Fez and Donna.

Fez only chuckled and shrugged, "Aye, I did."

There was a pause, before Eric and Donna angrily prompted, "and?!"

"And...?”

“And apologize for being such a pervert!” Eric said, getting increasingly more angry.

Fez looked between his two friends again. “A pervert? Me?”

“Yes, Fez, you!” Donna’s voice cracked and she cursed herself in her head. She was supposed to be angry, not tearful.

He shook his head, “no. Not Fez.”

“You are a pervert!” Eric growled. “Only someone who deserves to be in jail does that. You’re supposed to be Donna’s friend, and she’s yours. She’s forgiven you time and time again for what you’ve said about her. But maybe she shouldn’t have. Clearly it doesn’t mean anything to you.”

Donna wished she could be looking Fez straight in the eyes, so he could see her hurt and anger. But she couldn’t look at him any longer. Her eyes were trained on her platform boots, avoiding Fez’s gaze at all costs.

“Otherwise, you wouldn’t have done what you did,” Eric continued, fuming.

“I’m sorry, Eric—“ Fez started, but Eric interrupted him.

“Not me. Donna.” He turned his head to see his usually bold and fearless girlfriend looking to the floor. His heart broke for her into a million pieces. And for Fez? Well it hardened. Eric had thought Donna was upset— and she was, clearly— but now he could see she was scared. Scared of and uncomfortable with their friend… their ex-friend.

“Sorry, Donna,” Fez said.

But she wouldn’t accept it. She shook her head, “I don’t think I want to see you anymore, Fez.”

“What?” He asked, eyes flitting nervously between Eric and Donna.

Bolder, she looked him in the eye and repeated, “I don’t want to see you anymore, Fez.”

“But, Donna—“

“No,” she swallowed. “No, we’re through.”

He looked helplessly to Eric, pleading with his friend. “Eric, please. You’re my best friend—“

“If that was true, you wouldn’t treat my girlfriend like some sexual play thing for your enjoyment. Friends don’t treat friends that way.”

“I didn’t—“

“Get out of my basement, Fez!” Eric shouted, louder than he meant to.

Fez clenched his fists and blew out an angry breath. “Fine! I was going anyway! Good day!”

Donna and Eric watched as he left and slammed the basement door behind him. As soon as it closed, Donna’s tears came rushing out.

“Dammit,” she whimpered, sitting down on the couch.

Eric sat next to her, and kissed her temple before bringing her into a tight, protective hug. “Donna, I swear, I’m never going to let him or anyone else treat you that way. Ever.”

“Thank you,” she managed through her sobs.

Eric held her and stroked her hair until her tears were dried. Once she was through, he suggested they go to her place.

*******

Eric slept in Donna’s bed that night, holding her, protecting her from perverts like Fez. She cried herself to sleep, much to her dismay, but Eric kept swearing he’d protect her.

Three days later, Donna got apology flowers and a card from Fez. He apologized again, but it only made her angrier. She tore the card up and lit it on fire. She threw the flowers away, throwing away her friendship with Fez with them.

It made her sad— but she had true friends with her. Eric, Jackie, Hyde, and even Kelso supported her in this decision. She’d be okay.

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 2: Escape to Another Planet

As much as the intro is cool, I like the GoLion one better because the song slaps

Nobody sounds distressed while crashing sodivns

Line change from last episode as they call the castle of lions the royal castle, so I guess they don't know that's where voltron is? I'm trying not to give the writing too much credit because it's an episodic show more than a story based on

At least the GG believes in the team's survival,,, which isn't much anyway

Pidge is just the absolute cutest, kind of wonder why he didn't do this during his fall last episode, but he wasn't prepared for that one I guess

"Your face is disGUSTing!" -Pidge [Hunk proceeds to spit sand onto Pidge's face] True friendship, insulting one and grossing out the other

"Leave me alone, I'll get up when I want!" -Lance Trying to cover for your ass being up in the air like hunk's was after the fall isn't working my guy

"What's next?" "How about food?" "How about we look for that CASTLE" There's the Pidge sass I was hoping for, get em pipsqueak

I've ribbed Lance a lot for being sassy and almost uncaring sometimes, but that really isn't the case for him, he really does care about the Arusians and puts himself on the line for people who are too afraid to fight back What a sweet guy, no wonder my clone likes him so much

Keith hates fog, good to know

Woop animation error, Keith's tracksuit is half blue and half red when it's supposed to be all blue because of the fog the team is in everyone else's clothing is blue too

Hunk has canonically wrestled a lion cub, I wonder if this means he's worked with exotic animals before!

Oh I never realized there was a moat around the castle, that's probably where blue lion launches, but I like the idea of blue just chilling in a lake instead

The mice are so cute, very expressive too Pidge with his jumping skills again somehow bounces his way to the top of a castle wall

Have you boys never been taught to not go into weird abandoned looking places? If you're going in at least one of you has to stay at the door like c'mon That's why you losers are trapped inside now

Coran! His official title of diplomat of Arus, interesting. Also, why would you tell a random group of dudes about voltron if that's your only hope? They're literally pointing weapons at you good sir

I'm not sure of the aesthetic entirely so feel free to correct me but Arus looked like it had a lot of Greco-Roman architecture, very nice looking but too bad it got destroy OISNV

Princess Allura at last! Very much looks like Aurora/Sleeping Beauty, but I wonder if that's what they were going for since she legitimately is a princess Pidge is smitten lol, I like to think the crush lasts like a week before it changes into seeing her as an older sister figure

Immediately she starts crying about her dead dad, like maybe I'm just being too apathetic, but I don't think you should trauma dump onto strangers princess

The legend just keeps getting more and more muddy So what's true so far is that voltron was split into 5 lions because of Haggar, but apparently King Alfor had activated it before Zarkon's attack and THAT'S when the split happened?? Yeah, uh, I'm just going to stick with Voltron was a legend on Arus and the boys weren't there to see the start of Arus's destruction because it happened years before they got there

Keith "anime eyes" Kogane

I love Allura's voice, it's so nice to hear, and she very much seems her age or older GoLion said she was 16 at the boys' arrival, so I don't see them much older than their mid 20s except for Pidge who is definitely a child at 12

And the official uniforms are on! I still don't really understand why Keith never got black but iirc I was told that red was seen as the color for a leader or something like that I also like to believe that Lance chose blue because it looked good on him lol

Oh, so blue lion IS in a lake, but the castle is basically on an island in said lake which is why there's a bridge as if there was a moat interesting it's probably a moat in GoLion but shh I'm gonna build whatever lore I want with this

Man the old control room was so cool, maybe it's a me thing but LOOK AT ALL THOSE BUTTONS I WANT TO PRESS TO FEEL THEIR CLICK

Voltron is apparently king of robots? I think that's funny considering the VA for Optimus Prime (Peter Cullen) is the one narrating the show

End of Episode 2! More exposition, finally getting to see some supporting cast and settling into the main setting for the show Already getting the vibes that this dub isn't supposed to be that deep but because of its more gruesome predecessor it really can be if you pay attention to it

[editrevue]

Mei Fan for the ask game?

this is going to be super indulgent apologies in advance! [ask]

Sexuality Headcanon: lesbian! silly yachiyo enthusiast

Gender Headcanon: he/him transmasc! would also love neopronouns

A ship I have with said character: YACHIYO x MEI FAN RUNS THROUGH MY BLOOD. live laugh love yachimei. big shoutout to whoever sent the ychm headcanons ask btw we cannot wait to post those hehehe! oh and Mei Fan and Akira....... maybe as a treat. just once. let me live in my fantasy land of make-believe

A BROTP I have with said character: Mei Fan/Rui!! they can bond and relate over gender things and how they're like opposite in that way (Rui being transfemme and Mei Fan being transmasc), their different styles of fighting in acting, and their extreme attachments and idolization for their senpais/partners. I'm so serious when I say Mei Fan/Chitose, they'd love to embarrass Yachiyo together and bond over both wanting the best for her. he would be Chitose's first friend outside of Yachiyo (and Shiori?), and that would mean a lot to both of them. I love how Mei Fan and Shizuha interact in the stage plays too which makes me think he would get along with Frontier very easily, and then of course, it goes without saying but Mei Fan & the Edels as an entirety! they're all best friends and family to me, yes even Fumi. (looks at you with goopy-eyes)

just like Ichie, Mei Fan is another character I see getting along so well with almost everyone it's hard to narrow it down! it's canon that he is the "easiest Edel to talk to" according to siegfeld students, so take that however you like!

A NOTP I have with said character: like all of them, nothing gross or weird (obviously!), I also wouldn't prefer Mei Fan/Shiori, they're more like family to me and I also am both of them so it feels so weird. maybe Mei Fan/Fumi, Mei Fan/Michiru? shrug.

A random headcanon: Mei Fan loves to help out the Juniors with Shiori and Yachiyo, and has taken Kuina under his wing! all of the edels have their "assigned junior" in my brain. Akira was actually Mei Fan's gay awakening, she wasn't just an inspiration to enroll in Siegfeld to further pursue acting. Mei Fan is very autistic, has a lot of vocal stims, and gacha games/toy capsules are more than just a hobby, it's a special interest! whenever he gets duplicates he shares them with Yachiyo, Shiori, or anybody else he's close to. the plush keychains on his uniform are comfort items and he gets really nervous when they're not around. and that's why the textures of certain foods make him really uncomfortable! and i'll do one more for now, he would definitely especially at the start of everything before getting closer to everyone, sprinkle in really impressive big words to try fitting into the prestigious vibe of the school and to showcase his growing fluency in learning japanese. which would make some conversations awkward (endearingly) and make michiru very annoyed LMAO

General Opinion over said character: i don't want to make the same joke twice but it's embarrassing that tamao tomoe and liu mei fan are my two highest kins from revue starlight. what does that say about me. asking for a friend. but no fr!! i wish mei fan got more love out of the edels; mei fan and michiru seem to get the short end of the stick when it comes to siegfeld specifically and it's sad! they all are wonderful and deserve the attention, and i'm totally on board with akira and yachiyo being the most popular (as fan club president...) but i've noticed they don't make a lot of mei fan cards compared to the others, there are a lot of roles he's played that aren't in the game (romeo, white rabbit, sun wukong, a dragon, etc) but I hope to see Sun Wukong for the birthday!! coming up very soon!! long rambling aside, mei fan is so silly. perhaps the silliest and i think it's really nice that you sent this in for me to answer! <3

[the-firebird69]

Freddie Mercury And Boy George #shorts

They got a lot of trouble what you said is not true but you told them it was a surrounded but not compromised and it's true and they're saying wherever they sort of new and these guys are brothers but the boy George is a hermaphrodite. They're friends and they're kind of friends with our son and didn't say it they're very sad a lot they knew he's helping and thought it was great but we're still sad because they were getting hurt and he said one day they plan to get rid of all of them too and they knew it and they hated it that says what do you think about it I think the ostracized their own and they're filthy animals and it's just going to go down to nobody and they force it on people and they make people evil and separate them and continue a cycle if they lose and they got really angry and say this really gross and it made it more sad but he says it shouldn't be too sad because we're the champions and we're going to stop them no matter what happens and they said good they feel better about it one day you said we're going to stop him now and then start working and it was great it just means something is symbolic it means that the hermaphrodite boy George is the computer and Dave has a serious Captain's uniform on even though it's not full dress and that's because he's not awake they're pushing it right now and I know they're pushing for they want to try and move him so I can take Britain over

Thor Freya

That's an idea too they're trying to move him West to take over the East Coast

So we see it

Trump when it is you give him a little bit and you can see it but what he says is I get a bunch of stuff and I go out there and come back and keep them on the line as a backup and they'll feel good about it but the foreigners won't that actually makes more sense so we're going to look at that

It's not a bad idea I just see what you're saying and what you're doing it's a living hell and we're not making it that easy but we made it work

Bja

He says amazing it didn't work and it's horrific for them it's not true they think they're running their plans too there's some things that are off they say but not much but that's good for us

A cork and I'm making that drink and I'm making a plan to go out there to see your giant he says that's terrific make sure you ask the max for directions they might just tell you that's good for me

Olympus

What a happy day this is getting better and I thank you for bringing that up and I do remember him paying you it was like a regular check from LTV builders but it wasn't a payroll check yeah. I do recall it okay it was odd and you were saying so I just deposit this is yeah that's how it goes and they were not mailing the checks back then

Hera

I remember that day and you're acting weird it's like 2 weeks after you started and he handed to you and he said no this is perfect and you said what is it for and he said you work the first week for me and he said oh yeah is it that's good memory right there he wasn't saying it but then he said it's terrific and he said perfect and at the time you really needed it and it said to work and it was a lot of fun and you got an accident and they said that was why it wasn't we having a lot of trouble doing things for some reason is Max from their plan and just run everything into the ground every time it's a damn nightmare we're all exhausted they don't know what they're doing for real and it's going to be a nightmare we can't get him a simple check and have them leave people alone and have people leave him alone it's ridiculous there's no human on earth they can go through what he did he's different and you're going to see it and it's going to be awful he might be really screwed because of these stupid idiots. But really he gave him a check and it was from LTV builders and it wasn't a payroll check and he says how can you tell the difference there's no receipt stub and didn't say it took money out of stuff and that's one way so I do understand what you're saying

Preston

I know what it was was a regular check and it was longer and he says yeah those checks are usually the payroll checks are not really huge it's just they're a little bigger but this one looks like longer and thinner I think and so I get that

Hera

I remember what it looks like it was a payroll check but without the stub and you're looking at it to try and see what it was but really I have to give the stuff to you if it was a payroll check so I don't think you have to but it probably is a law and it is a law and I said I'll send the receipt later so I could be scamming everyone but I see what that would set off and we would try and take over social security

Walter Lewis what am I not be a good thing but that's how you do it

I don't understand something he couldn't tell if it was a payroll check and he looked at it for a little and he thought it was a personal check then you can see the perforations he doesn't remember doing it he just remember his it was like a longer check but they all are kind of and it's a different company it's a trick it's not a very nice one and you guys keep pulling the stupid s*** on him hey gets mad they didn't say the smaller and he says you are smaller but maximum making it work because a lot of work and he can't do everybody's job and it turned into a damn nightmare because of the mental health people and it's just not how it's done and it doesn't do what you're saying and it's always a stupid crap

Mac

So I will say something we went through the whole thing and you're both wondering and then you said I think you already paid me and she said I remember that and Walter and minor loose did not pay for that first week and they should have and it's it's really the same company's work so you can stay there in trouble but that's not really what it is and he didn't have them cut the check and the Trump just came out and were bothering them and harassing them and he says I know what it does you're seeing all the stuff and you don't know what it does and he told him and he said this is what I say we'll come out of nowhere for that check said I already wrote the check and I gave it to him and it's over this is but I work for both companies at the time and he said to shut your mouth and Trump said this you should pay him for both companies and then he said you really should and Trump said if I cut the check it'll look like I'm having trouble and then also need to start getting a smile on his face boy this is starting to blow does he work for both companies with minor loose didn't issue a check and he goes yeah I got that and it was thanks anyways and you meant it so he ran off and he's talking about it and the girls in the office and he's coming in as p Diddy and people said to wonder why and he went out there no he called the office and he is still working there and he said we have to cut a check and it's to his girls and it'll help us get her out and then he said this it might do a lot of other stuff and they said oh and they start to think about it and they said it'll trigger a huge amounts of into the pseudo empire and it's true and it kind of figured it out so. So he was thinking about doing it and usually he doesn't and he hasn't and people that storm Western development don't have the authority to write the check and yes Dan got laid off so it's kind of weird like that and the pseudo empire wants to use it but they can't do this on themselves and our son says so you know what it does and it seem to be cutting you out of the deal he says where's the come after me this is it depends no. HMC construction was underpaid a little bit you don't get affected by that it would be a personal lawsuit and he says oh yeah and that's pretty much and storm Western development held a severance check but it was Stan and he got fired any of those oh yeah so then he says so wonder how you have that covered anything oh yeah and it's starting to think about what to do and he said if I cut a check for the bonus out of payroll it goes to social security and cause a big mess so he couldn't figure out what would happen and our son says it might get me off the government check and that's what you should be doing because the max are running it and that made him angry cuz he knows the kind of running it no he says they're not ruining it I said they're running the money everybody a lot of other stuff you don't have enough people and he says oh so he's trying to check it and I wonder if I'm right because of big problem for them giving me a million dollars and he says a big problem you haven't caused me a bigger problem because foreigners don't want me to have that kind of money and you guys don't and he started smiling and said that's stupid

So now he's thinking of doing it and it's absolutely true so the question is who's going to do that and it would make a mess in DC and they're not really there that much so I comparison to the pseudo empire so he started to say this it's actually true and you guys want me to California to get protection from the foreigners and not on federal government money at least you shouldn't he's getting fired from a lot of jobs but this is what's going on people are figuring out that that would actually possibly work

Nuada Arrianna

Well I heard you say it a few times then I heard you say this they're coming off from the East and be on California disability or something and I would actually have some money not much and they like that then I heard your theory on Florida and it sounds better and they don't mind that either but they said if you had money you might move so they're back to that but then again they were using the law on Trump and the two companies he was running don't have issues with bonus checks storm came first and he said oh it's that guy and he started to think of this they're breaking the law all the time and saying it's me yeah and storm wasn't development paid pretty good they're pretty close and HMC and it was these guys so they be in trouble with the law and he might be able to recover using IRS agents and things like that so he had us go through it and that's what I see

Hera

That is what's happening and he's a mean person and ruthless and he might do it and it doesn't mean that our son would get paid it means there'd be a big fight over social security and he wants that to happen right around now and Tommy half does and other people like mac the pseudo empire and others who want to kidnap him

Nuada Arrianna

We are getting to work and this is the actual map and it's more harsh than what we were talking about before

Thor Freya

Olympus permission to print granted

[dungeonsandblorbos]

out of context campaign notes part II

featuring some of my favorite lines from the first three sessions of Curse of Strahd (campaign intro here), in which the party meets each other for the first time, gets tricked into entering trapping themselves in Barovia, and naturally ends up in the Death House almost immediately. we do manage to clear the Death House, though, and finish up the third session by meeting Ismark and Ireena!

[content warnings for CoS typical body horror undead monsters, implied harm to children, and harm to a cat, but the cat is okay, don't worry. unfortunately cannot say the same for the children this time. read more cuts off before any of that starts, however]

god said shut up you idiots

~just cleric things~

i have been mistaken for a server

a drenched man in brightly colored clothes is standing there, dripping everywhere

i raise my hand, but the dude ignores me

i’ve heard werewolves don’t like eating in the rain

Shalden has worm brain

the half-orc house [at a gambling table] sparks up a conversation with him, asking him where he’s staying tonight and why he’s so cool with giving up gold

Shalden gets the vibe that maybe this guy wants to rob him

also, they’re speaking orcish, which kinda sounds like scooby-doo talk

traveling altar boy

it’s a beautiful sunny day, but there’s mud and shit and fallen branches everywhere and all that jazz

dope: it’s what’s for breakfast

just to be clear, the stable boy is a 40-year-old man

Shalden: I’m gonna squat and pray

50lbs of dead horse

we aren’t in kansas anymore

there isn’t a town, but there is the overwhelming stench of death

there was no horse, or, at least, not anymore. Arrigal likes to think he makes a good horse impression though

i call him a dick. the other people at the table laugh

i ask if there’s a way to get home. he’s all “this is home” and I’m like “nah bro” and he’s like “it is now, bitch, deal with it”

there is no sun, hence everyone’s lovely complexions

the woman next door is called Mad Mary, and she’ll probably forget about us in five minutes and be back to screaming again

we head west and start snooping at the most disheveled looking house

out of every hole and shadowy place pours hundreds of mangy rats

this is the only well-oiled gate in the village

we roll initiative. nothing happens.

the suits come alive and attack us. what a surprise

something crawls out of the walls and puts itself in front of the elf

it looks like a slug or an octopus at first but, uh, well, “logically, if there’s a bare skeleton, something must have happened to the fleshy part”

it’s the fleshy part.

it’s wearing a butler’s uniform.

gross.

DM: it’s like a scarf of flesh that’s slowly squeezing on you

they murder it to death, and it flumps on the floor next to the skeleton

it leads to some stairs going up. at the top, there’s three rooms. one is a storage room with mysterious piles covered in cloth that might be corpses, and things in the walls that are definitely corpses. one is a storage room that’s not filled with corpses, and the third is a children's room

there’s a missing bone from one of the skeletons [of the children whose ghosts we are trying to put to rest]. you look over and see Snowflake [a cat] gnawing on it

i cast light on my hammer bc, as a human, i cannot see in the dark

the corpse room was originally gonna be a playroom, but then, ya know . . .

i don’t like that

apparently, Gricks sometimes eat metal

bad vibes from the dust people

there’s a severed hand running along his arm now

you are about to get punched in the face by a disembodied hand

none of the figures are aggressive, but they are ominously chanting: blood shed for life, blood shed from death, blood for the blood god, blood something something blood something

the alcove is just an alcove, with a pile of bodies and a hole up at the top

hypothesis: will bleeding give us a way out?

does this mean our own blood, or do we have to stab the baby corpses?

Valessha decides to slice their palm over the altar to see if that helps

it does not

Shalden decides to stab a baby corpse

it also does not help

Snowflake is moving a lot

noooooo we don’t have to kill the cat, do we?

let’s try stabbing Eliza!

she doesn’t react to Valessha trying to stab her, she just kinda stares

the chants are becoming faster and more frantic, and by now it’s basically just “blood”

well, the timer has run out

there’s a familiar sucking sound, and then corpse pieces fall into the water around us, and begin dragging themselves towards the alcove, where they all join together into a writhing mound of bodies

sounds crunchy!

it’s wailing, and at the center is the two babes

it’s gonna go for you [Shalden]; you’re big and meaty

advantage all over it

you are trapped in a giant ball of people meat

Shalden: i fork a chunk out of it, like you fork a ham steak

you fish Gustav out of it!

i’m knocked out, and fail my first death save

fortunately, i landed face up, so i don’t have to roll to avoid drowning!

Shalden luckily lands the final blow just then, the thing melts, the pool fills with blood, and the illusion begins to fade. everything is on fire now

the mansion goes up in flames, but we manage to get out mostly intact. Shalden does get hit by basically every single piece of falling debris tho

there’s a voice behind us

it’s a lightly accented masculine voice

it's the dude from the cult figurine!

he’s suave and hot and has dark shoulder-length curly hair 

he brushes Shalden’s cheek and he instantly regains 10hp

useless lesbian, new 5e background option

it’s strahd! he’d like to welcome us to barovia

he’s having a bit of a . . . party . . . at his “humble abode” and would like to invite us

i’m gonna take that invitation like “yes sir”

strahd also wants me to hand over my bag, which has the cat in it

he gives Snowflake some scritches while explaining how he doesn’t like cats

and then he throws my bag into the middle of the house fire!

[don't worry Snowflake escaped the bag]

he [Snowflake] is running, on fire, through a town built out of very flammable materials

poor mister Snowflake, who i am carrying like a baby

we are able to find the burgermeister’s house to deliver his body

it looks like someone has climbed over the wall and walked through the roses, repeatedly

the door of the mansion is closed

should we knock? maybe they’re friendly and will let us stay with them for the night

i bet that flesh creature felt like this piece of brie

he opens the door, looks at us, then looks at the body, and goes, “ah. again." this is apparently the fourth time his father's body has gone missing.

he is called Ismark, Ismark the Lesser

we deposit the body in a coffin in the office

Ismark: do you drink? / Cerris: yes. please.

Ismark goes to get us a 25 year vintage

as we’re chilling, a dagger flies at Shalden from the hallway

a woman comes running down the hall accusing him of working with Strahd bc, ya know, inhuman

why are you purple?

oh my god karen, you can’t just ask someone why they’re purple

this is racist

Ismark: these aren’t Strahd’s men; they’re half dead! he wouldn’t send people this incompentent. besides, they brought Father back

Ireena is Uncertain about us

come on, he’s only a half-orc, that means he’s only half-stupid

this has been out of context campaign notes part II.

~thank you~

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Do you mind writing smth where the reader and Steve confess their love for each other in Starcourt’s mall bathroom after they were beaten up and drugged by the Russians?

Confessions [S. H]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 1.1k

I rewatched this episode and it was so much fun. I hope you like it!

“Hey, Y/N. You gotta check this out” Steve called you. You were trying to feel your lips again so you could drink some water; you were high, very high, but then you managed to walk to where he was "Check this... This... The ceiling, it's beautiful" he murmured, his head tilted back so he could see the pretty lights that adorned the Starcourt mall.

"Wow…" you exclaimed, completely amazed at what you were looking at. The world was spinning around and around and around… you needed to throw up.

Steve had the same feeling, because you two ran at full speed towards the bathrooms, throwing out of your bodies everything that your stomach contained.

It was just gross.

“Steve?”

“I'm… I'm here,” he said with difficulty, from the other side. You had to admit that after that you had started to feel the effects of the drugs wear off. "Shit, I've never felt so horrible in my entire life."

“I once ate a spoiled egg and it feels something like that” you tried to joke, hearing him laugh. You liked the boy's company very much, you never thought that he would make your summer job less tedious "For a moment I thought we were going to die"

“Me too,” he said from the other side. Suddenly you felt him slide across the floor between both bathrooms to reach your cubicle and you could finally focus clearly on the wounds on his face. Steve did the same "Those motherfuckers broke your lip"

“I'm fine,” you said, trying to brush it off. Now that you were soberer you could feel the burning that had already started, but it was still nothing unbearable "You're the one who looks terrible"

"Don't mention it," he snorted, flopping back against the wall. For a moment you were silent, looking at a fixed point in a poor attempt to eliminate the trace of nausea that you still had until you decided to speak again.

“If we had died over there, what would you have told me before you died?” you asked, as a simple curiosity

"What do you mean?"

"Yes, something like an embarrassing memory, your greatest longing, the things you regret... I don't know, whatever" you laughed "I probably would have regretted never leaving this horrible town or not studying Russian in high school instead of that idiocy of crafts” you exclaimed matter-of-factly, seeing Steve chuckle. You were just looking for a topic of conversation, so he could have said something stupid and you wouldn't have judged him. But instead, he smiled a wistful smile and watched you with the eye that wasn't entirely black. 

“I would probably regret not telling the girl that I like her, that I like her”

Not that you had a crush on Steve Harrington, I mean, that would be silly, but anyone with a functioning neuron could tell that he was extremely handsome. So, when he told you that you were a little disappointed.

"Well... we're not dead yet, dude" you murmured with amusement, playing with a thread sticking out of your uniform "You can tell her and if I were you, I would do it soon before those comrades take us to a Russian prison" you encouraged him, hoping that he would reveal at least a little information about his secret love.

“Do you think she will accept me?”

“Why wouldn't she? You are Steve, everyone loves you”

"I don't care about everyone; I care what you think" he argued. You were sedated enough not to understand the intent of his words.

"Well I think you're great, a little annoying sometimes and you don't know how to serve chocolate chips, but I still like you" you smiled. Steve could spend his entire life looking at your smile, the same one that was now hiding behind your split lip. Damn, how he wanted to kill those communists “And who do you like? Do I know her?"

"It could be"

“It's about Robin, right? The girl who works with us” you exclaimed “Thank God that she got sick today if she wouldn't be just as screwed as us”

"No, it's not about her" he interrupted you. You were pretty sure she likes him as she was always looking at you, probably annoyed at the idea that you were taking her boy from her "It's someone else"

"And what's she like? You know, does she treat you well?” you kindly asked. If Steve didn't want to tell you who she was, you at least wanted to hear his opinion of her. That way you would probably end up burying the unconscious hopes you had.

"She is very nice to me. Well, she's a little mean sometimes, but I know she's just playing around” he started to say “And she's also very funny and kind. And she, too, is tough, but smart. She always knows what to say at the right time”

"She sounds great" you smiled, seeing her eyes shining, not knowing what else to say. There was a silent space, where you didn't notice the way he was looking at you “There's a phone near Scoops Ahoy. Maybe when this is all over, you should call her."

"I don't know your number"

"And what would you want my number for?" you exclaimed, genuinely confused. Looking back, you were sure the drug had clouded your understanding. "Steve?"

“I like you, Y/N. It is you who I like”

You stayed silent. Did you hear wrong? Did you imagine that Steve Harrington your cute co-worker just confessed that he liked you?

"Are you still high?" you dared to ask, hearing him laugh frantically.

"Yes, I am, but it's not a lie that I like you" he insisted. Well, having imagined it twice was already too much "Are you upset?"

"I'm trying to think of a coherent response to the fact that the most handsome guy in Hawkins told me he likes me."

"I don't think he is the most handsome of Hawkins"

"And you're modest, too" you completed, wrapped in laughter. Steve felt lighter after that, even though you still hadn't given him a clear answer “When we're sober and if you don't regret what you just said… would you like to go somewhere? Like dinner or stuff."

"Does that mean you like me too?"

“That's a dumb question. Everybody likes you! Even my mom told me you were a good young man when you attended her the other day”

“I already have a good point with my mother-in-law!” he celebrated and then you burst out laughing. He was such a sweet and carefree boy and you were happy to know that he liked you, even if he had confessed to you half stoned and with some Russians chasing both of you.

You continued giggling for a while, feeling a bit of the high you'd experienced again, and then you saw Dustin come through the door, standing in the middle of the path to look at you with an angry expression.

"Okay. What the hell?”

You looked at Steve for a second and then just laughed again.

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