#Retail Price

[notmusa]

i had no idea how popular these guys are until the other day when i was looking into getting another one as a lil treat. u basically need to sacrifice ur firstborn to the labubu gods*, & even then theres a decent chance itll be a bootleg

bruh i just want another funny little guy

[the-raindeer-king]

Matching Halloween costumes with the 141

Simon Ghost Riley

- insists that he's not going to do anything for Halloween. He wears all that silly skeleton stuff year round. Halloween ain't any different in his eyes.

- I mean, until you ask him to go to a friend's Halloween party with you. Asking timidly as if you're scared he'll tell you no. Babe, you've got this man wrapped around your finger. He'd steal the crown jewels, if you asked.

- You go as Morticia and Gomez Addams, and Simon swears you've never looked more beautiful. He's definitely started to understand why Gomez was always so obsessed with Morticia.

John Soap MacTavish

- You've had these plans in place since last month, agreeing to go to his family's Halloween party. The only issue is agreeing on a costume.

- Soap wants to go as Harley Quinn and the Joker (except he's Harley Quinn) but you're not totally into the idea.

- You two eventually agree on Jessica Rabbit and Roger Rabbit. Except Soap's dressed as Jessica. It gets y'all a good mix of laughs and compliments.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

- You two are staying at home for Halloween. The original plan was to go to the club, but Gaz injured himself on his last mission and is currently on medical leave.

- You end up going to his mum's to help pass out candy to trick or treaters.

- Funny enough, Kyle is the one who wants to dress up. Originally, you were going to be characters from the Winx Club, but you both agree that that's probably not a good idea. You two end up agreeing to dress up as Mario and Princess Peach.

John Price

- This man throws a crazy Halloween party. I believe it in my bones. It's elaborate and extravagant. I'm talking the whole house is decorated. There's a fog machine in the front yard, a whole scene sets up with the yard decorations. There back patio is covered in lights and fake webbing.

- The guest list is crazy too, ranging from people you've never met to the Task Force, plus Laswell and Nikolai, to both of your families.

- You two dress up as Duchess and Tom O'Malley from The Aristocats. (Soap and Gaz fight over who gets to be Marie. Ghost is just glad to be Berlioz.)

[milkivikk]

lookadem big ol eyes

[pfhwrittes]

retail hell reader is being bothered by an uncomfortably friendly customer and tf141 handle it in their own ways.

warnings: female!reader (she/her pronouns) isn’t being overtly harassed but you know when a man is being too interested and too friendly? its that. egregious use of scots as inspired by still game, pet names “love”, “hen” and “bonnie girl” used to refer to f!reader.

word count: 1.5k

pairings: kyle garrick x reader, john mactavish x reader, simon riley x reader, john price x reader.

each reader x named character interaction should be read as a standalone but i stuck them all together as they were too short to post individually in my opinion.

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this customer is making you nervous as fuck. you don't think you've been inappropriate with him in any way, just polite and friendly as you sorted out his refund. the problem is that he's massive, easily taller than simon by a couple of inches and he keeps looming over you blaming his difficulty understanding english as to why he keeps getting closer and closer. he's practically mounting the customer service desk to peer down at you (and you have a horrible feeling he's trying to get a look down your polo top).

you're beginning to panic so you do the only thing you think to do (which admittedly is pretty stupid looking back on it) and make your excuses to leave the customer service desk to find one of your friends. or at least find a colleague who will act as a witness if this guy gets any creepier.

gaz handles it like a champ. as soon as he spots the creep following you around he's there. arm around your shoulders and tucking you into his side at the kitchen consultant's desk. his customer service smile is fixed on his face and he refuses to even acknowledge this giant arsehole of a man, just keeps talking to you softly and shows you the kitchen he’s working on. kyle’s beautiful brown eyes only briefly leave your face so he can point out another favourite part of his design, he never once looks over at the creep. it works to soothe you, especially being so close to him. after ten minutes of being blatantly ignored, the creep walks off muttering under his breath. hopefully he’s left the store but unfortunately it’s around that time that kyle has a couple walk up to him asking him if he’s free for a drop in consultation. before he agrees he checks in with a gentle “you alright if i take this appointment, yeah? come straight back if that guy is still hanging around. i’ll deal with him.” he looks so serious you believe him. you reassure him that you’ll be fine and he gives your arm a gentle squeeze before you separate from his warmth already missing the slightly woody scent of his cologne. before you’re completely out of earshot you hear the couple cooing over how cute kyle was with you and his reply of “well, it’s not exactly hard when she’s one of my favourite colleagues…” and the fondness in his voice makes your cheeks heat up. 

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johnny nearly trips over you as you’re crouched behind the paint desk. “steamin’ jesus, what’re ya daein’ under there hen?” you hush him quickly and silently with a finger raised to your lips. you don’t want to speak because you know the giant is still out there looking for you, you thought you’d given him the slip near the paint brushes but then he’d rounded the end of the aisle so you darted for the relative safety of the paint desk. johnny crouches down next to you and whispers “are we hidin’ from someone? is it simon?” you shake your head and go to answer him but then your blood runs cold as you hear that familiar accented voice. “excuse me? i was wondering if you might help, i’m looking for the fräulein who was helping me?” johnny shoots a look at you and you squish yourself further into the corner of the desk hoping against hope that johnny won’t give you away. thankfully, johnny straightens up from behind the desk with his most charming customer service grin “sorry pal, i’ve no’ seen her. ‘s only me on the desk the day.” the creep sounds nonplussed at johnny’s thick glaswegian accent (you’ve certainly never heard it ramped up like that in all the times you’ve spoken with him) and a little crestfallen when he starts to reply with “oh, perhaps you’d be good enough to -” johnny interrupts him, voice still pitched in a friendly manner but you can hear an undercurrent of tension “naw, sorry pal. i’m busy pitin’ the hems oan the tins. is there anythin’ i can dae fer ye mixin’ wise?” there’s a moment of silence and you watch johnny’s smile slowly slip off his face, his lips thinning into a stern line. “ah, um. no thank you. perhaps she will find me.” the creep sounds a little nervous now if the uncomfortable laugh he lets out is any indication. “aye right. well i’d best be lettin’ you get oan then eh?” johnny shifts on his feet slightly so his calf brushes up against your arm. after another tense moment you hear the lumbering footsteps of the giant move away from the desk. johnny looks down at you with a mischievous grin, “i’ve got to say bonnie girl, you look a right sight down there.” you only feel a little bit bad when you punch him lightly in the leg and he yelps in shock as the blush on your cheeks spreads down your neck. 

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simon is less than impressed when you duck under the chain across the warehouse doors and flatten yourself against the noticeboard out of view from the shop floor. “you stupid? chains up which means the forklift is out so you need to be too.” he’s pissed off and thinking about how much paperwork he’ll have to fill out now because you didn’t bother to think about the cameras in your dash for safety. he takes a big step towards you before swerving off to the side to block the customer that has just appeared at the chain. “the fuck do you want?” he practically snarls. ‘this isn’t the fucking caff.” simon squares his shoulders and glares at the oversized dickhead that’s wasting his time. “well? can’t you fuckin’ read? staff access only. and you’re not staff so fuck off.” simon barks at the man, not letting him get a word in edgewise to start bitching about stock or whatever it is that he wants. simon couldn’t give a shit, he just wants the customer (and you) to fuck off promptly so he can start moving pallettes around. the customer just blinks and takes several steps back before turning away. you let out a shaky sigh and thank simon quietly. simon hums in acknowledgement and sweeps a critical eye down your lightly trembling form. “he botherin’ ya?” at your nod he hums again before jerking his head towards the back of the warehouse “go put a hi-vis on and sit in the office, i’ll come get you when i’m done on the ‘lift.”. when simon comes back into the office two paper cups of tea in hand thirty minutes later, you offer him a small smile and catch his lips twitch up briefly before he turns away to plunk his cup down on top of a cluttered filing cabinet. 

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price practically walks into you as you come flying around the end of the plumbing aisle. it’s unusual to see you so far away from the customer service desk and looking so flustered. “alright, love?” his hand is on your elbow as he asks. you crane your neck round to look behind you, too worried about that customer to enjoy his large warm hand on your bare skin. price straightens up and drops his hand away from you when he spots a customer behind you, in his opinion the customer is moving a little too fast to be considered casual. price bristles slightly when he catches the dark look on the gentleman’s face. oh no, he doesn’t like the look of this one at all. especially when you look at price and mouth “help” quickly. price steps forward and puts you at his back, blocking the creep from getting any closer. “can i help you, mate?” his gruff voice is just shy of sounding friendly and you watch his back muscles shift under the black polo top he’s wearing. “no thank you, i wanted to speak with the little woman some more.” god the customer is weird, you shudder a little at being referred to as a “little woman”. price shifts to block the customer’s view of you more fully as he does you notice the back of price’s neck has gone a little red. “not possible. i need her for a job.” price’s words sound like they’re being ground out through gritted teeth in response. “i’m sure simon would be more than willing to help you.” you jolt a little when you spot simon at the customer’s shoulder. a man shouldn’t be able to move so silently in steel toed safety boots. you catch a brief wince flicker across the customer’s face when simon’s hand comes down on his shoulder, slightly too hard to be entirely polite. “ah, um, yes. perhaps that’s for the best.” simon leads the customer away and you step up beside price to thank him. he looks deadly serious when he turns to face you “any time love.” his stern blue stare softens slightly and you’re sure you catch his gaze flicker to your mouth briefly before he clears his throat and turns away “c’mon then. back to the returns desk with you.”. 

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AN: i have very much hidden from customers in the warehouse and behind the paint desk at B&Q. don’t be like reader (or me) and hide in the goods-in area, you will get shouted at for it. 

translation for johnny’s scots: “pitin’ the hems oan” = putting the hems on, meaning to put something in order or to restrain something/someone.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

What?

[freshthoughts2020]

[fairyboygenius]

summer camp au. price is the ranger who comes by to fix minor issues and take care of the really nasty wasp nests and spiderwebs. simon works waterfront with gaz- very much a good cop/bad cop dynamic. he’s also archery and slingshot certified. soap runs the STEM programs and also dabbles in arts & crafts. laswell is camp director & her wife is assistant. alex is your garden variety counselor, farah works up at the barn with the horses and nikolai

[leguin]

it'll be warm enough to wear my linen jacket to work tomorrow, so at least there's that

[wikipediapictures]

Price tag

“Plain Red price tag as applied with a Price Tag Label Gun.” - via Wikimedia Commons

[choking-on-roses]

I've been looking at second-hand handbags on a flea market site and now all my advertisements are for the brand websites...I feel like I'm being haunted. by exorbitant full retail prices.

[lambiewrites]

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐏𝐓 𝟏

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Ghost: I can’t believe Price let the 3 most mentally ill bitches do this task.

Gaz & Soap: *clearly struggling with said task*

Soap: i fucking hate it here. I don’t even care anymore. If Price yells at me that’s fine. I’m turning in my keys and badge and I’m leaving. *on the verge of tears*

The gang comes back from doing their task (we were getting a ladder lmao)

Price: what the fuck?

Ghost, Gaz & Soap: 🧍🏻‍♂️🧍🏼‍♂️🧍🏾‍♂️

Soap: SEE! I fucking told you all! I’m done! I quit! I hate this job! *rips off badge, hitting Price in the process, also clearly having a violent mental breakdown*

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for context: I’m a manager yes but I’m a very stupid one btw. Our assistant manager asked us to get a ladder for something and we clearly fucked it up somehow someway. Tension were high and it was so funny. I did have a mental breakdown on my lunch though and cried my eyes out btw 👍🏻

[pfhwrittes]

for ✨♥️🗡 anon.

a little drabble for the retail hell au. all fluff, no TWs needed i think. female!reader. "love" used as a pet name and john calls the reader a "good girl".

pairing(s): john price x female reader, simon riley x female reader (or even john price x female reader x simon riley if you squint)

600ish words; barely edited again.

-- it’s been a slow start to your shift on the checkouts. your manager for some reason has overscheduled the team, so you’re drifting between the customer service desk which is already covered and the checkouts which is fully staffed. truth be told, you're a little bit confused. you’ve never seen this many people working on front end. you make another slow circuit from the checkouts, offering to take carol off for a break if she wants to, and up to the customer service desk where you chat with megan for a few minutes before a customer wanders over with a bit of receipt paper. 

you’re on your way back to the checkouts when john gestures you over to join him and simon where they’ve been watching the checkouts discreetly from the end of one of the aisles. 

“y’look bored as fuck” simon states matter-of-factly when you join them. john rolls his eyes and sighs at simon’s bluntness before shooting you a small smile.

“what he means to ask love, is if you’d like to do a job for us?” john’s still smiling at you and you’re very briefly distracted by the way the skin around his eyes crinkles. you wonder if he knows you’ll say yes to anything he asks if he shoots you a smile. probably not. he’s got most of the store a-flutter for his blue eyes and old-fashioned charms as it is. 

you twist the bottom edge of your gaudy orange apron between your fingers as you fight against your initial reaction of yes sir, anything you want! and the more sensible approach. 

“what’s the job?” you ask, flicking your eyes over to simon who as always looks like he’d rather pull out his own teeth than be standing on the shopfloor. despite his gruff manner, you quite like simon. he’s funny underneath the front he puts on in front of customers and members of management he doesn’t respect. 

“babysittin’” simon fires off with a completely straight face, folding his massive arms across his chest. you get the impression that he’s trying to look more imposing that he already does. all it does is pull the slightly dusty black polo top he’s wearing tighter over his massive chest.

“babysitting?” you repeat dumbly. you fidget with your apron again and turn your attention back to john hoping that you don’t look as flushed as you feel. 

“i was hoping you wouldn’t mind givin’ simon a hand in the warehouse today, love.” john explains. 

“‘specially considerin’ your prick of a manager’s fucked up the schedule.” simon adds with a scoff. “man couldn’t fill out a rota even if the only thing he’s gotta do is sign his fuckin’ name on the top.”

you press your lips together to stop yourself from smiling at simon. he’s right, after all this isn’t the first time your manager has mucked up the schedules, but you won’t give him the satisfaction. he spots the way you tamp down on your smile and his lips tick up in a brief smirk in response. 

john reaches up to scrub his hand over his beard and your attention is caught by the way he purses his lips. you miss the glimmer of mischief in his eyes as he clears his throat and you look away hastily to look over at the checkouts. 

“so what d���ya think then? gonna give us a hand? hm?”

you nod quickly, aware that carol is glancing over and shooting you a dirty smirk that you hope john and simon haven’t seen yet. 

“good girl. follow us then.”

and well, who are you to disagree when john places the flat of his hand on your lower back just above the apron strings and simon becomes a long line of warmth at your side as they walk you towards the warehouse.

[r0semultiverse]

THERES SO MANY NUMBER & LETTER CODES THAT PROBABLY MEAN SOMETHING, MY ADHD ASS CANNOT! 😫

This shit has to be as hard to remember as the retail codes at grocery stores. 🤯

[bishonenspit]

Patalliro 40th Anime Anniversary DVD box art x

[caseyjones-junior]

Me when I have the turtle autism

[insectify]