#custom shooting polos

[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.

#retail hell au #kyle garrick x reader #john mactavish x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #f!reader #female reader #kg #jm #sr #jp #also i'm not saying that the creepy customer is that giant austrian cod guy but i'm not saying that he isn't *wink wonk* #everyone say thank you to early for bringing back my love of retail hell au

[apomaro-mellow]

I finally wrote about stobin carhops

“I can’t believe we got another job using one resume”, Steve said.

“I can’t believe you said we were managers at Scoops”, Robin said.

“How are they gonna check, Robs?”

“Good point. You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

The new job at a local burger joint was decidedly in the ballpark of both of their abilities. The only drawback for Robin was....the skates.

“So these are a requirement? Not like, a suggestion?”, she asked, looking at the roller skates warily. Steve was already lacing up.

“They are in fact a requirement”, Cheryl, their current manager said.

Robin slipped and slid while on wheels. Which was why for about 90% of their first shift, she rolled along arm in arm with Steve.

“What’s even the point of having someone skate your food to you? I mean it seems like a total novelty. Purely for shits and giggles for customers.”

“You nailed it. It’s novelty.” As they rolled around the lot, Steve used the hand that was free to deliver food to the different cars. Robin used her free hand to write down the orders.

This system worked for about a week before Cheryl told them they couldn’t do that anymore. The very next day, Robin dropped five orders (two of which were on purpose) and was removed from her carhop responsibilities.

She kept her post at the register and the pick up window.

The uniform consisted of a white polo-style shirt with red accents. Most of the staff wore red pants to match. Some of the girls beat the heat with red shorts though.

“What are you wearing?”, Robin asked when Steve clocked in one day in those very same shorts.

“Uh, the uniform?”

“Uh-huh. Feelin’ the heat lately?”

“It’s been pretty warm the past few days”, Steve said.

“And I best the change has nothing to do with the fact Eddie said he’d be by on your lunch break today.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Steve tried to look neutral but his voice was way too chipper for someone who had to smell grease this early in the morning.

Robin knew for sure Eddie had arrived. She didn’t have a full view of the lot when she was at the register but she did see Steve lose control and skate right into a light pole. That could only mean Eddie was nearby. She let them have their lunch alone, knowing they would be sickeningly lovey-dovey the whole time.

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“You know....”, Steve started. “I bet Vickie would lose it if you were in shorts.”

“Actually, she said my teeth are my best feature”, Robin smiled wide.

“You two are so weird”, Steve laughed through it while mopping the floor.

“This from the guy who spent two whole hours staring at his boyfriend’s hands.”

“I didn’t-”

“TWO HOURS!”

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Steve let out a sigh when he saw that Eddie had driven Erica along as well.

“You already know”, Erica said. “Chocolate vanilla swirl.”

“Erica, I know I said free ice cream for life but-”

“But nothing. You thought you could get out of it by switching jobs. But karma always finds its way back.”

“I don’t think me working at a fast food place is karma. Right?”, Steve looked to Eddie, like he was worried this really was the work of cosmic forces.

“I don’t know...” Eddie leaned out of his open window to get a better look at Steve’s legs. “Feels like karma to me.”

Steve grinned when he noticed being checked out and leaned in towards the window. He opened his mouth but Erica beat him to it.

“You can flirt when you’re not on the clock. Ice cream. Chop chop!”

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It was a slow day for once, so Robin and Steve were sitting on the hood of his car, sharing some fries between them.

“What do you think our next job is gonna be?”, Steve asked.

“I think after this we should branch out. Maybe go for the federal government? Or at least look for managerial positions.”

“Would a place hire two managers at once?”

“One for the day shift and one for the night?”, Robin said, pointing at herself for day and Steve for night.

“But then we’re not gonna see each other.”

“Shoot, you’re right. What about working as mail carriers? You drive, I’ll put them in the box.”

“That’s actually perfect.”

“Great!”, Robin exclaimed. “So when this place burns down or gets destroyed by a quake-”

“Or a flood, or a tornado, or another fire-”

“Point is, we already know what our fallback is. And it’s perfect because everybody always needs mail.”

“It’s kind of crazy how we’ve never been fired. And that our past work places have been leveled”, Steve said. “I really think we could put anything on our resumes at this point.”

“Lemme get a couple of college credits before we start lying to get better jobs.”

“So another couple of months?”

“And you’ll be talking to the new CEO of something or other.”

“Co-CEO”, Steve reminded her, holding up a medium soda.

“Co-CEOs”, Robin tapped hers to his in a toast.

@little-gae-shit

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #platonic stobin #steddie #robin buckley #steve harrington

[hollandsangel]

perfect | s. harrington

my first steve fic!! he is so dear to me 🫶

mei ( @ddejavvu ) helped me brainstorm this, so thank you lovie <3 (you should literally see our dms lol)

summary: steve thinks you’re perfect

warnings: nothing much!! talk of boobs and thighs and stuff but nothing sexual!! steve being dramatic

wc: 1.2k

this is my favourite gif if steve ever. amen. (gif creds to theedorksinlove)

“i swear to god, if one more person takes out sixteen candles, i’m going back to scoops,” robin sighs, a little exasperated as she plucks the film from the stack of tapes and slides it back into its rightful place on the shelf. you just roll your eyes at your friend's theatrics, legs kicking out from your spot on the countertop.

it’s dark outside now, considering it’s nearing ten pm. the moody lighting of the street lamps on the parking lot reminds you that family video will be closed for the night in another fifteen minutes, and you’ll be able to sidle into steve’s car and head home. steve’s on the phone now, trying to talk a customer through the return process and giving a gratuitous apology when they complain about not having enjoyed their movie. he’s been pacing behind the desk for ten minutes, getting himself tangled in the phone cord. you reach forward and grab his elbow with one hand and the cord in the other, dragging him about until he’s freed.

“you know, i actually think i could go for a little micheal schoelffling right about now,” you speak up, spinning around so your legs dangle over the front of the desk rather than inside. robin shoots you a glare and you just toss her a teasing grin back, hopping off the counter and turning to catch a glance at steve whose brow is creased in frustration. 

“yes sir, we’d be happy to help you pick out a new movie tomorrow. yes. yes, we open at 9 am sir.” he sighs and rubs at his forehead. you catch his eye and give him a small, sympathetic pout. “have a good night, bye now.” the phone finally makes its way back to the receiver, and your boyfriend lets out the biggest groan, mixed with a sigh as it releases from his chest.

you lean over the countertop and smooth your thumb between his brows, correcting the wrinkle that had resided there, “tough customer?” you ask. steve drops his head between his shoulders, elbows braced on the sticky surface.

“tell robin she has to answer the phone from now on,” he hasn’t looked up yet.

you snicker and muss your hand through his hair, making him slump fully onto folded arms.

“i heard that,” robin says, standing from her crouched position and dusting off her thighs mid-step on her way back to the two of you.

your hand is still placed gingerly on the back of steve’s skull, fingers timidly working at his scalp, “you guys need any help closing?” you ask. steve makes a non-committal sound and robin swats his arm.

“tell your girlfriend she doesn’t work here,” she says and steve springs up, hair flopping into his eyes and landing on his head messily. he doesn’t even look at robin, you’re already in his line of view with half a smirk on the side of your mouth.

“baby, you don’t work here,” he says it all too quickly like there are no spaces between the words, “just sit pretty,” steve says, giving you a sickeningly sweet smile. you roll your eyes like it’s a full response.

before you get a chance to actually say anything, robin pokes at steve’s shoulder and he winces softly. “what’s this?” she asks. steve straightens out and looks where she’s pointing, a little red mark peeking out from the cuff of his polo. “did dustin punch you or something?” she tries to answer her own question, and before steve can stop her, she’s lifting the material. slowly, you register what is about to happen.

“ew, dude, why do you have bite marks on your shoulders– y/n was that you?” she looks mortified but she’s also grinning. nothing brings robin buckley more joy than absolutely badgering you and steve.

you look at steve with a “how are we supposed to deny this?” look to which he just stares back, pushing away and standing fully to walk away. but not before muttering, “you should see her thighs,” under his breath.

you choke on nothing.

robin though, barks out a laugh, poking steve at the top of his spine before he gets too far away. “don’t you worry stevie, i have,” she taunts, leaning back against the counter with a smug smirk.

steve is halfway to the horror section when he stops dead in his tracks. “you what?” he spins on his heel, “why have you seen my girlfriend’s thighs???”

you drum your palms on the counter and move away, “this is my cue to leave…” you say to no one in particular, ready to run for the door.

“hey! y/n/n–what are you– baby come back!” steve makes a small advancement towards you, hand waving in the air, even if the cash desk stands between the two of you.

you and robin make eye contact and snicker at the panic in his voice. she nods her chin towards him, “what? you jealous, stevie?”

“what?” steve starts, one hip jutted out and arms folded over his chest, “have you seen her boobs too?”

neither of you speaks, only share a guilty glance.

“oh you have got to be kidding me!! why? why have you seen my girlfriend's boobs?” he is actually exasperated. aghast. 

“what?” you cry out defensively, dropping your eyes from his and shrugging your shoulders, “that’s just what girls do,” you explain, shooting robin a look that cries ‘help me!!’

“yeah,” robin stutters, eyes going wide and face blooming with amusement at steve’s distress, “sleepover stuff, no biggie,” she shrugs it off.

steve’s eyes are still huge and his mouth keeps forming around words but he can’t seem to speak them. you can’t help but swell affection for how dramatic he is.

“what! i just..” you sigh, shoulders falling from their tensed position near your jaw, “i wanted to make sure they were…you know…okay,” steve picks up on your sudden shyness, how your eyes cast downward and you seem slightly embarrassed.

“you…you–you–you wanted to make sure your tits were okay before i saw them??”

robin feels like she’s intruding and starts to slowly back away from the scene before her, barely catching your evasive shrug.

“no one’s ever seen them before…i dunno,” and then steve really softens, sees the insecurity seeping into your posture and your tone, just loud enough for him to hear.

“you wha–!” he cuts himself off, shaking his hysterics away with a sigh and dropping his crossed arms. he walks over to you, tapping your hip before gripping them both and lifting you onto the counter again, hands smoothing up your thighs that are no doubt marked up beneath the denim of your levi’s. “baby,” he starts lowly, ducking down so you’ll look in his eyes, “sweetheart, your tits are perfect,” he says it so earnestly and you can’t help but giggle, even if you can hear robin gag over steve’s shoulder. you laugh again when he rolls his eyes and leans up to kiss you. “you’re still coming to mine tonight right?”

“yeah,” you’re still smiling softly when you say it, just above a whisper.

“steven i swear to god, you help me close, then you guys can go..bone or whatever,” robin interjects, garbage bag in hand.

steve reaches beside you, sly smirk still on his face as he rummages through a drawer for the keys to the front door, “i’ll lock up rob,” he surges forward and presses a little peck to your mouth, drumming his fingers on your thighs before pulling away to lock the front doors.

robin is still standing in front of you, still gripping the black bag to take out the back door. “you guys are disgusting.”

tags! @ddejavvu @pastelbabygirl19

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem reader #steve harrington fanfic

[lightsnowydreams]

Yandere Female x Gender Neutral Reader

cw: yandere themes, delusional coworker, implied social isolation, kidnapping, non consensual kissing, stalking and murder

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a/n: Yayy a girlie this time!! I hope you guys enjoy!

———————Minors DNI———————

‘Another day, another dollar’, is what you think as you walk towards your little locker after clocking in. Putting your things up, you bring a hand up as you yawn. You weren’t a morning person but you had bills to pay so here you are. Adjusting your work shirt, you pull your name tag out of your pocket and put it on your shirt before closing your locker door.

“Hey!”

You jump in surprise, turning to see who decided to scare you. You see your coworker, and friend, Lucia. Her bright brown wavy hair, framing her cute little face, reaching her back. Her beautiful hazel colored eyes looking up at you brightly. She was also wearing the uniform for the job, a red polo shirt and blue jeans with sneakers.

“Lucia, you scared me! What the heck?” You asked in an annoyed tone, while shooting her a small glare, not wanting to deal with this so early in the day. She giggled before responding “Lo siento but I just couldn’t help myself! Your reaction was funny.” You can hear the teasing tone in her voice as she continued to giggle.

You could feel your eyebrow twitch as you heard her giggling.

‘There she goes messing with me again.’

You let out a sigh as you straightened out your clothes. “Alright, giggles, let’s go, we have work to do.” You proceeded to walk towards the main floor, patting her shoulder as you walk by, getting ready to start the day. Not noticing how she stopped giggling and the small blush that appeared on her face.

The morning went by normally, helping customers out, stocking shelves and etc. Lunch time finally came around and you went to your usual spot outside, with your lunch on hand, which was the curb behind the building. There you see Lucia, waiting for you. She turns around and smiles once she sees you. You walk towards her.

“Hey, you’re late!” She says with a small pout at the end of her sentence. “Ah, sorry, I got caught up helping a coworker.” You respond with a sheepish smile. Lucia’s face has a look of concern, she’s well aware of what you really meant. “Helping or doing their job for them, mi vida?” She’s got you. “You know me too well, Lucia.” A small chuckle escapes from your lips. “Well let’s forget about that and eat our lunch.” Lucia sighs and reluctantly eats her lunch, occasionally sharing with you.

If only you knew.

Once your lunch break was over, you guys went back inside and continued to work. Lucia took one last look at you before walking away. It seemed like she made up her mind about something. You went back to the floor and started to help customers, the best you could. Some being thankful for your help, most being complete headaches. You just wished the day would be over.

Lucia would come by and check up on you, asking if you need any help or offering you a snack that you’d love. If a customer was being rude to you and she was there, she was quick to make them leave you alone. For someone so small, she was scary when angry. You’re just glad that was never aimed at your direction. You were thankful for her, she was your only friend in this job.

You often wondered what happened to your other friends.

Checking the time, you noticed that your shift would be over in a few more minutes. Not wasting time, you head to the back room where the employee area is and walked to your locker. Taking your stuff out and putting your equipment in for tomorrow, you close your locker and go to clock out. Once your card was punched, you start to walk outside.

A cool breeze greeted you as you stepped outside, the night sky looming above your head. Taking a deep breath, you began to walk towards your car. Just wanting to go home and take a long nap. Seeing your car nearby, there was a small pep in your step and slight smile on your face.

As you look at your car, a blur of white flies across your vision. You feel something on your face. A cloth is pressed against your nose, trying to make you smell something. You struggle against the person, trying to not inhale the odor but they somehow manage to keep the cloth on your face. Unfortunately, you needed to breathe. Every breath you take, makes you lose your vision and strength. Until you finally go unconscious, only catching a glimpse of brown hair from the corner of your eye.

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“Ah, you’re finally waking up! I was getting really worried”

A groan escaped your lips as you began to open your eyes, immediately being blinded by the lights. Trying to rub the drowsiness from your eyes, your hands were suddenly stopped. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you noticed something on your wrists.

“Do you like them? I made sure to get the perfect size for you, mi amor!”

They were handcuffs.

Panic began to spread over your body, your heart beating fast, as you quickly shot up and saw her. Lucia. She was sitting at the foot of your bed, just staring at you with a smile. You around at your surroundings briefly. It looked like a basement. Strong grey rock walls surrounded you, with no window in sight. The light source from the top, just barely lit up some of the room, while the rest remained dark. Giving it an eerie feel. The only good thing was that it was a fairly clean place, like she was preparing it for someone. In that case, it would be you.

“Mi amor?”

Her voice made you snap out of your thoughts and turn your attention to her. In the small moment that you were distracted, she got closer to you. She was now in front of you, the look in her eyes never faded. “You look so cute when you’re scared..” She said in a dreamy like tone. “I would’ve loved to see you on my bed, but I have to make sure that you don’t try to run away from me or scream for help,” her hand reaches out to caress your hair, “after all, I worked really hard to bring you here.” The hair at the back of your neck stood up. What does she mean by that?

“Lucia? Why am I here?” You managed to ask without your voice wavering too much. Even though you were visibly shaking from fear.

“Porque perteneces a mí, mi amor.” She said as her hand stopped caressing your hair and cupped your cheek instead. You noticed how her face was inching closer to yours. You wanted to move or push her away but you were to shocked from what was happening. Her soft, plush lips met yours. You could tell that she wanted to deepen the kiss, but didn’t, not yet. This was a magical moment for her, but a dreadful one for you.

Finally snapping out of your trance, you rip away from the kiss and turn your head to the side. Not wanting to look at her. Just the fact that she had kidnapped you, and kissed you like you were her lover, made you feel sick. Before you could turn around to start telling her off, you stopped midway. Something had caught your attention, in the corner of the basement there was a weirdly shaped object. You squinted your eyes, trying to adjust them to the darkness, wanting to see what it was. Hoping that it wasn’t anything that she was planing to use on you. Once your eyes adjusted, you could finally see what it was.

It was a corpse.

Your eyes widen in horror as you open your mouth, about to scream, a hand covers it. The scream came out muffled instead. You feel yourself being pulled to her chest as tears start to buildup in your eyes. “It was a surprise for later but since you saw it now, what do you think? I probably should’ve cleaned the blood, huh?” From the corner of your eye, you could see her looking at the corpse with a disgusted look. “This was the guy who was being rude to you earlier today. To make sure he doesn’t do it again, I killed him.” She sounded like she was proud of herself, but that made you all the more terrified of her. Just what was she capable of? You couldn’t help but think if she was going to kill you too. As if reading your mind, she started to speak again.

“Don’t worry, mi amor, I’ll never lay a hand on you.” She started to caress your cheek again, trying to distract you. “Unless you try to escape, but I know you won’t, because you love me as well.” She tilted your head upwards, making you see her lovesick expression. “I’ll never let you go.”

Tears spill from your eyes as she said that, knowing that she was right. This was your new life now.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere female #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #Lucia-OC #myoc

[dartlekey]

One scoop, two scoop, girl scoop, boy scoop

written for @strangerthingsocweek | rated T | 1486 words cw implied sexual harrassment, misgendering, period-typical homophobia

When Steve returns from the back with a new tub of ice-cream, Robin tears her eyes away from the entrance of Scoops Ahoy to suggest, "You ready to shoot your shot again, Harrington? Or should I take this one?" 

Steve picks the empty container out of the display case without looking, slotting the new container in with ease as surveys the shop, then turns back to Robin with a confused squint. "There's no one here," he tells her, which Robin only doesn't roll her eyes at because he did just literally come out of the back. 

"Nah, over there, by the planter," she explains, nodding vaguely towards the walkway in front of Scoops. "She's walked past here, like, twice, slowly, and now she's just - staring at us. She's definitely coming in here, as soon as she works up the nerve. Though I'm not quite sure what she's so scared of."

Steve looks out at their potential customer. Then he looks back at Robin. "Buckley, that's a teenage boy."

Robin does roll her eyes this time, very pointedly, before turning away from Steve and back to a slim figure in men's jeans and an oversized polo, banged up sneakers and a light brown mullet much like Steve's, except this one fans wide instead of high. A round face with tired blue eyes, a paper note in a calloused hand. Looking at the other girl makes Robin giddy - she's never had the guts to dress so masculine, but she's always wanted to. Never thought she'd see someone like this in Hawkins. 

There's no way she can explain this to the King of the Heteros, but knowing for sure he'll get rejected again delivers its own kind of satisfaction. "No, she's not," Robin says derisively. "Look at the shirt. She works at A&D's, you know, the women's clothing store on the ground floor?" 

Steve frowns. "A teenage boy could be working at a women's clothing store. Don't be sexist."

If this were anyone but Steve Harrington, Robin would be impressed by their open-mindedness, but he's probably only saying that to be contrarian. Or get in her good books. Both kind of icky, really. "Work there, yeah - but not running the place. I've seen her lock up at night, open in the mornings. She instructs the other girls on how to dress the mannequins, which dressing racks to put in front of the windows. Face it, Steve, that's a woman - but, to be fair, from the way you've been striking out, you don't know much about women, do you?"

Steve looks so offended it takes everything in Robin not to burst out laughing. "Excuse you?", Steve says hotly, "I am very knowledgeable about women, and you know what? I'll prove it to you, once she's - oh, shit."

Apprently, she's finally decided to walk into Scoops, shoulders hunched and eyes sharp as she approaches the counter. Robin stares unashamedly, trying to commit everything about her appearance to memory - she's not attracted to A&D girl (unfortunate though that may be, because she's probably never getting another chance like this), but Robin is drawn to her all the same. Like recognizing like, and all that. 

Steve doesn't recognize shit, though. "Hey there, beautiful," he purrs, twirling his scoop in that way which would be impressive if Robin hadn't seen him fumble it twenty plus times while practicing, even smacking himself in the face once. "No need to be shy; if you're unsure of what to get I'll be happy to guide you to a more, uh… unconventional flavor. My name's -" 

"Steve Harrington," their customer interrupts, voice surprisingly soft, "I know. Though I was not aware your flavor included guys."

Oh, Jesus. Robin was wrong. Robin was super wrong, which is extremely disappointing but also sort of morbidly funny, because Steve immediately turns pale as a sheet. 

"Oh, I'm - oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -" 

A&D guy allows himself a small grin, half amused, half - resigned, almost. "Don't worry about it. I suppose you weren't technically wrong yet, I was just being a little mean."

Steve looks about as confused as Robin feels. "Yet? I'm - what? Are you a guy or not?" 

And A&D guy… shrugs. Actually shrugs, like he doesn't really know either, and doesn't particularly care. "In my experience, other people have a lot stronger opinions on that than I do, so I just let them decide. I only ask for consistency in return, because trading pronouns all the time gets messy fast. So, uh," he clears his throat, and fidgets with the note in his hand. "You assumed I was a woman, so to you, I am one. Might not want to flirt with me anymore, though, I'm pretty sure I'm not your type."

Steve blinks. Swallows, blinks again. Then, much to Robin's surprise, he says, "Fuck it. Okay, sure. What's one more tally on the board, right, Buckley? And what can I get for you…?" 

"Kicks," the - person in front of the counter says, shoulders relaxing marginally. "Kicks Maguire," which, alright, is a sick-ass name, and Robin can respect commitment to the bit when it's coming from such an obviously queer person. "And I have a list, it's, uh - each scoop in a separate cup, please, and that's uh, chocolate, chocolate again, strawberry, vanilla, caramel, and lemon."

"Wow, someone's hungry," Robin can't resist joking as she waves Kicks over to the register, and when Kicks laughs Steve fumbles his second chocolate scoop, dropping it back into the container with a curse. "No, this is for the entire team," Kicks explains, "my coworkers. They've been working hard, thought they deserved a treat."

Aw, that's sweet. Robin subtly skims a quarter off the total, then quips cheekily, "What, and none of them wanted to help you carry their prize back to home base?" 

Kicks' eyes flicker to Steve for just a second before returning to Robin, and his - her? No, his, Robin decides, his smile is still perfectly friendly as he forks over a few bills, but Robin is sharper than a lot of people give her credit for. "Nah, I just told them I could handle it."

"Handling it, huh," Robin muses, dropping the change in Kicks' outstretched hand. "Is that why you were messing with Steve, then? Punishment for making your girls uncomfortable?" 

Kicks' eyes widen visibly, and Steve freezes in his movement. "What? Hey, is that true?" 

Kicks shrugs uncomfortably. "Not everyone wants to be flirted with when they're just getting ice cream, Harrington," he says, voice carefully neutral, but Steve still looks like a kicked puppy. "I didn't mean to -" 

Then he frowns, shakes his head. "But I did. I did make those girls uncomfortable, even if I didn't mean to. I'm really sorry Kicks, I - they're probably not gonna want to see my face, but could you tell your girls my sincerest apologies?" 

Kicks looks kind of stumped, which Robin can relate to. "Yeah, I - I can do that. Yup. Sure. I'll just head out then, uh, Steve and -" 

"Robin," Robin fills in the blank, "Robin Buckley."

Kicks shoots her a quick, nervous grin. "Robin. You should come by the shop, sometimes. Even if we don't have a men's section."

His eyes dart back to Steve again, then away, and he grabs the tray with ice-cream they prepared for him. Steve frowns after him when he walks away, gaze lingering thoughtfully on the curve of his back. "He said that to you, right? That's weird. What would you be doing in the men's section?" 

Robin shoots him a tight-lipped smile. "I don't know, Harrington. Tell me, though, which part of the men's section do you get your lip gloss and hairspray from?" 

Steve turns an adorable shade of pink and huffs, "Yeah, yeah, point taken. Whatever."

He still keeps his eyes on Kicks' retreating form, and so does Robin. Kicks just makes for such an odd contradiction - he's so casual about his disregard for gendered expectations, self-assured and easy about it in a way that makes you agree with him, because why wouldn't you? And yet, at the same time, there's this caution about him, a smallness, like he wants nothing more than to disappear into the background. A hyperawareness of his surroundings that Robin knows from herself, the craving and the fear to be other inextricably linked. 

And yet he sticks to his guns, stubborn and open. Robin always thought to be publicly other you'd have to be loud and bold, someone like that Sinclair girl that keeps bugging her for free samples, or like  Munson from her drama class. She likes this quiet self-assuredness, though, this stubborn persistence in spite of the fear, not for a lack of it.  Maybe she will check out A&D's sometime. If only to find out how Kicks gets his hair to defy gravity like that, because like hell she's asking Steve.

#strangerthingsocweek #stranger things #original character #Kicks Maguire #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #dropped my keys

[copingmechanizm]

Oh, my car smells like chocolate

(modern au steddie)

*the title comes from "chocolate" by The 1975*

Eddie Munson is a man of many talents. He's pretty decent at singing, his guitar skills are at least star quality and he can fix any minor fault around the house. He even found out he's capable of organizing all kinds of events, which he chose to be his job after scraping through college. What he's not good at though is baking and keeping his mouth shut. So when Chrissy, who just begun to work with him few weeks ago, told him in distress that the bakery which was supposed to provide a cake for Saturday's event cancelled last minute, Eddie said that he'll do it then. He. Baking a fucking cake. Of course he wouldn't do it! The only thing he even attempted to bake was chocolate chip cookies and that was a disaster. His kitchen barely survived. So he's afraid to even think what would happen if he'd try to bake a full on cake.

Now then he has two options. Number one: he'll go to every bakery in town to try to get a two store customized cake for at least fifty people. He's ready to beg for it if needed. Number two: he'll admit his idiocy and tell Chrissy he won't bring any cake for Saturday. He's sure after shooting disappointed look his way she would figure something out. The choice was simple. Of course he chose option number one.

After spending yesterday's evening and half of today searching for a kind bakery, he's pretty close to admit his defeat. Everywhere he went he got the same answer: no one will take his order at such a short notice. So now he got less than 24 hours to bring the promised cake to the venue with no idea how to do that. He's slowly leaning into choosing option number two when his eyes catch on the sigh across the street saying "King Steve's Bakery". Well, worth a try even if the shop seems small and he doesn't have much hope left.

He enters and he's welcomed by cosy interior, all wood and stone, with many mismatched pieces of art stuffed around the walls. No one appears to be here at the moment. He gets closer to the counter, where there's all kinds of baked goods displayed. Eddie has to admit all here looks delicious. He can't get distracted though. He has another fight this day ahead of him. He rings the small bell, similar to the ones at the hotel receptions, and waits. Soon, though the doors leading to the back, comes the most beautiful man Eddie has ever saw. Sharp jaw, soft blue eyes, hair that looked like professionaly styled and a splatter of moles and freckles. Not to mention clearly athletic body with muscular arms accented by fitted polo shirt. The apron with a crown he has on weirdly gives him a sort of gentle aura. The name tag says Steve so that's probably the baker's name. He dust his hands from what looks like a flour and with a charming smile openes those perfectly shaped mouth.

"What can I do for you, beautiful?"

Is it just Eddie or it bacame suddenly hot in here?

"I...um... I- I mean, I want to buy a cake". Fucking hell he couldn't embarrass himself more, could he?

"Well, you're in right place then." The baker softly chuckled, looking right at Eddie. "So what you're exactly looking for? You want something ready or a custom made one?"

"Right, yes, I want a custom made, two store for fifty people. Best if it's floral related but honestly right now I'll take anything." The event is for some florist association and ideally it's supposed to picture some kind of flower that's on their logo but he thinks at this rate they're lucky if they get anything at all. He looks hopefully at his potential savior who returns the look with raised eyebrows.

"Two store you say? That's a helluva lot of work. When's the deadline?" And there, that's when Eddie's last chance will shatter to pieces.

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?! Dude that's a really short time you give me. This place is small but we do have other clients, you know?" Shit, fuck and other cursed words in this language. Not only he won't get the cake but also he somehow managed to piss off the perfect man.

"Yes! Yes I know, really. It's just- I'm like desperate. I'm ready to beg." Especially to you. "Tomorrow's this big event and the bakery cancelled last minute and I promised I'll do it but I couldn't bake to save my life and I probably visited every bakery in this shit town and you're my last chance." He finished lamely very much aware he started rumbling. Steve stared at him through his monologue looking more and more amused with every word. Finally, after what felt like eternity of silence filled with fast beating of Eddie's heart, he speaks out sealing his fate.

"Alright. I'll do it." What? Did he hear right? Does miracles truly exist? "But." Ah. There it is. " You'll have to help me."

"WHAT? Did you not hear when I said I can't bake???" He looked at confident face of the baker like he was crazy. He can't be serious, right? RIGHT??

"Yes I heard. I also heard that you promised that you'll be the one making it so it's a compromise. Don't worry, I'll do the most of work." That doesn't make Eddie worry any less. "So? Tonight at seven I'll meet you here? I'll close up and we'll be ready to bake." This bastard has the guts to grin at Eddie self-satisfied like he didn't just sentenced his bakery to die in flames. But alas, he doesn't have much of a choice. He won't find anything better and if all he has to do is sit and watch as Steve works his magic, maybe occasionally mix something? then deal.

"Deal. I'll meet you tonight. But don't blame me if by tomorrow you won't have a place to work at." Steve laughed, and oh he even has a perfect laught, making Eddie a blushing virgin again.

"Deal. Till tonight, beautiful boy."

"Fuck- I mean- my name's Eddie." This man will kill him someday if he won't die in the fire tonight.

"Alright, Eddie. See you." His name has never sounded so beautiful.

"Right, see you." He choked out and one last time looked into those eyes, now full of mirth and amusement. He quickly walked out so he wouldn't change his mind and went back to his place. He looked at the clock. A little past two. So he has three hours to get ready and mentally prepare himself for tonight's disaster. Heaven and hell help him.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #modern setting #baker steve harrington #eddie pov

[croszukis]

Nick 38 🤲

38. Multiverse/meeting alternate version of self (send me a guy and a situation)

well, naturally it must be local boy nick right?

“You’re late,” Nick grumbled to Nanea when she finally breezed through the front doors as always, she never fucking used the staff entrance in the back side either. 

“Sorry, ah. My car is shit, wouldn’t start this morning and I had to call Kawika for one jump.” She was obviously lying—she grinning when she said this, twisting her hair up into a titah bun or whatever on her head. It was good thing they didn’t have a dress code or bosses (aka Nick’s parents) who cared because Nanea always showed up in cut off jean shorts, slippers on her feet, and Suzuki Shave Ice t-shirts with the neckline cut or the bottom twisted up with a hair tie on her back. 

“Whatever, it’s fine. You owe me though, I hate taking orders.” He’d much rather be working the machine, hands almost painfully cold from moving ice blocks and forming mounds of shaved ice into neat little spheres. He was good at it, after years of working in his parent’s shop, making perfect cones every time. “Some dumb fucken’ haoles spent an extra ten minutes bugging me for hiking recommendations because they wanna know where the real locals go. As if I’d tell ‘em. Like try stick to Koko Head, brah?”

Nick moved aside to let Nanea take over the cash register so he could shift over to the ice station, rows of bottles of syrups in every possible color imaginable lined up in front of him. She was better at dealing with customers than him, her fake smile to endless tourists more believable. She flirted, let sunburnt haole boys with crew cuts believe she might be into them or whatever party they try to invite her to. As if she didn’t have a hot surfer boyfriend with tons of family in Waialua that could beat them up. It got tips though, so Nick could only admire her. 

It was hours later, deep into the afternoon post-beach rush, when Nanea hissed at him, “Eh, Nick. Try look at this guy.” 

He was busy trying to remember all four flavors this little girl had ordered, a weird combination she’d definitely regret but Nick didn’t say anything and just pulled out all the bottles to set on the ledge in front of him. “What? Is it another guy trying to steal a t-shirt?”

“No. He looks just like you. Like, it’s freaky weird.”  

He wiped the sides of the plastic holder on the cone of spilled syrup and handed it to the mom before glancing to where Nanea was gesturing. “What are you talking about?” She nudged him in the direction of a group of guys—a bunch of haoles he’d guess were from the mainland, probably. But in the middle of them was an asian guy. 

“Woah.” 

“I told you! Totally looks like you. Shoots, we found your doppelgänger!” 

Nick had to admit that the guy did look like him, if he grew up on the mainland he guesses. If he were the type to cut his hair like that, or wear golf polo shirts and never see the sun. The group made it to the front of the line and Nanea was doing all of her normal routine, flirting a little, gesturing with her hands as she talked in a way that made the tahitian pearl bangles she wore jingle. 

She kept glancing back at the asian guy, Nick could see even from over at his station, and he watched them notice it too. The guy didn’t seem weirded out or like he thought she was interested in him and he was interested back. Actually he seemed to brace himself, like he was expecting something he wasn’t going to enjoy much. 

“Hockey fan?” He mumbled, Nick could barely make out the words over the buzzing of the shave ice machine. 

“No?” Nanea responded with a laugh. “I don’t think you’ll find anyone here who is.”

The guy looked embarrassed now, glancing at his friends, “We’re hockey players. I thought maybe you recognized us and didn’t know how to tell us.” 

“Oh, no.” She didn’t even seem at all fazed to have been caught staring at him. In fact she looked excited and Nick groaned internally. Nanea owed him much more than sweeping the floors at closing now, this was like, some of her mom’s homemade kulolo territory. “It’s just—you look like one of our workers. This is his family's shop actually.” She was pointing to Nick now, who was trying to start on their order actually. 

Nick didn’t move any closer, staying by the safety of the machine, but gave a close-lipped smile to the group who were all staring at him now. 

“Nick, isn’t it funny your doppelgänger plays hockey apparently? Do you even know how to ice skate?” 

“I do,” he grumbled, feeling insulted. He spent one summer in junior high with a group friends who were obsessed with Ice Palace and went almost every week. He used to be able to skate backwards, even. 

“Wait, your name is Nick too?” One of his friends popped up, he was the shortest of them all. Nick only noticed because the other guys were all pretty tall. 

“We came here because it’s named Suzuki’s. Like him.” He had an arm around well, Nick, apparently. “So you’re both Nick Suzuki. That’s crazy.” 

Nick thought the guy had way too much energy for someone who hadn’t even eaten a large shave ice yet. The tops of his cheeks were red and he was grinning like it didn’t hurt to do that when Nick knew it must’ve. 

He looked back at Other Nick to see him staring back at him intently, observing him or something. It was unnerving, they looked so alike but they were so different—the way he dressed, the way he talked with his vowels sounding all weird—there was almost nothing else similar about them.  

“Yeah, crazy.” 

#*writing #local boy nick suzuki

[yournowheregirl]

Today I present to you, a silly little headcanon that’s near and dear to my heart: Eddie Munson, local carnival freak.

At the edge of Hawkins, there’s a year-round carnival, lively and loud from spring through fall, and quiet and deserted during the winter time. There are stands where you play games to win prizes, food stalls with delicious sweets, attractions that make your head spin, and in the middle of it all, the freak show.

That’s where little Eddie Munson grows up, in between the strange and bizarre. His parents both work at the carnival, his dad at the shooting range, his mom at the freak show as a so-called ‘real-life mermaid’ (when Eddie was a baby, they even dressed him up in a similar mermaid tail, showcasing him as a merbaby). Eddie’s uncle Wayne also works at the freak show, but doing behind the scenes jobs, rather than acting.

For a kid, growing up at a carnival feels magical. Every day, Eddie run around across the grounds, goes on rides for free, and gets doted on by the the nice ladies at the funnel cake stand, who always saves him a little extra. He also learns all the behind the scenes secrets, like how balloon popping stand is kind of rigged and how the bearded lady glues on extra hair to make her beard look fuller. For him, it’s paradise.

His father wants him to get his hands dirty as soon as he’s old enough, teaching how to clean the rifles and how to make the customer think they’re about to win big, when in actuality, they’re sure to lose. Eddie doesn’t like working with his dad, he always loses his temper whenever Eddie messes something up or complains that his dad didn’t play fair.

And while he doesn’t like working at the shooting range, he loves working at the freak show. He’d spent ages backstage, watching the actors get ready, listening to his mom talk as she did her make-up and got into her costume, helping uncle Wayne count the tickets in the ticket booth.

But what really gets Eddie’s heart racing is when the lights went out and the show’s announcer, Theodore, walks on stage. He’s the one outside in his velvet top hat and cherry red tails who lures people in with promises of a magical and mysterious show, and that showmanship continues inside the tent. With flailing hands and a deep, mesmerizing voice, he compels the audience as he introduces the acts and Eddie watches him with big eyes everyday. When he grows up, he wants to be exactly like Theo.

Theo takes him under his wing, teaches him the secrets of presentation and storytelling but every time Eddie begs him to get on stage, Theo shakes his head and tells him he’s not ready yet. Eddie practices and practices, talking to himself in the ticket booth - Wayne said he’s old enough to run that by himself now - and telling his mother the most elaborate stories. Still, he’s stuck in the ticket booth most of the days, scribbling stories he’d tell one day on a notepad.

One day, Theo is up on his soapbox in front of the tent, when he has the worst coughing fit Eddie has ever seen. He swears he’s too sick to continue so Wayne pushes Eddie forward. He tumbles onto the wooden crate, his limbs trembling as he watches the carnival goers passing by. His voice is shaky at first, but then he remembers Theo’s advice: get their attention and make sure you keep it.

So, Eddie howls like a goddamn wolf, the carnival visitors turn their heads in curiosity and then Eddie presents the freak show like he has done so a thousand times before.

It works.

It works really well, in fact.

Turns out, people go crazy for a scrawny kid with messy curls who promises them a show beyond their wildest imagination. Even people who’d normally never set foot inside, like those preppy kids in their spotless white polos and perfectly coiffed hair, are fascinated by Eddie’s voice and showmanship.

Eddie’s heart is racing once he’s back inside the tent, his mouth going a hundred miles an hour as he tells his mom about what just happened. She just smiles and ruffles his curls and tells him she’s so proud of him. Wayne claps him on the back, tells him a nice work, kiddo and hurries back to start the show.

Eddie follows him, confused because how is the show going to start when Theo is too sick to even speak and why is Theo all dressed up in his top hat and tailcoat sauntering across the stage already? But then, Theo catches his eye from across the tent and winks at him and Eddie knows it was an all act to give his first taste of actual showmanship. And now, he’s hungry for more, so he and Theo make a deal. Eddie’s allowed to be announcer outside, doing whatever it takes to get people inside the tent, and Theo takes care of the presentation inside, saying that Eddie has to work hard to earn his top hat and tails.

It’s a perfectly good solution, except that people outside the carnival start to notice too. The kids who walk past him as he stands on his soapbox, are the same kids that walk past him in the hallways at school and once word gets out that Eddie is the one pulling crazy stunts to get people to see the most bizarre things, they start to make fun of him for it. They whisper rumors behind his back and some girls act all scared as he sits down in class. Some of the boys are shoving him and taunting him to tell them a good story. When he freezes on the spot, unable to speak, they laugh at him and one boy even says that he can see why they hired Eddie because he’s just as big of a freak as the rest of them.

After yet another day of people taunting him for no reason, Eddie cries on the way home. Not because they hurt his feelings, but because he doesn’t understand what his classmates see, he doesn’t see how people could ever think that the people he grew up with, could ever be scary. Because those are the same people who help him with his math homework, who tell jokes and make him laugh until his stomach hurts, who hold his hand when his mom gets sick and his dad gets home drunk out of his mind. Just because they are (or act) a little different, doesn’t mean they’re scary or weird, just means they’re unique.

From that moment on, Eddie wears his newly acquired nickname with pride because his classmates might not see it, but he’s proud to be a freak.

#eddie munson #eddie munson ficlet #stranger things #stranger things fic #listen!! i am a carnival child #i grew up on traveling fun fairs #and my grandma worked at a freak show as a mermaid when she was young #(shout out to you grandma <3) #so this is very dear to my heart #and since i'm probably gonna write a part 2 (maybe 3) with steve's pov #i'm gonna also gonna tag this as #steddie #my writing

[theacedragon0w0]

Cash or Card? Part 1

Sage Backstory

WARNING! IMPLIED ABUSE

This takes place on Earth, where Sage goes by Sam and they're life being not the greatest

Their alarm rang on their phone but Sam was already preparing for their first day, quickly silencing it as they didn't want to wake up their mom. She had a rough night, she doesn't need to be bothered with something as trivial as Sam's first day of their first job.

"We need the money" Sam recalled the conversation, "Dad's money barely covers the rent" but Sam should've known better than to bring up that sore spot.

Without packing a meal, they left the small trailer that they unfortunately called home. The morning air was crisp, which delivered a sharp pain on Sam's busted lip.

The distance was manageable, given how they didn't have a bike much less a car. They carefully stepped through the gas station and spotted their manager.

"H-hey boss, sorry I'm late," Sam sheepishly stated.

"Late? Good gravey you're half an hour early! But it's good, we can get you all set up for your shift." The manager then handed Sam their uniform, it being just a polo shirt and a name tag, Sam was lucky to find a decent enough pair of slacks as most of their wardrobe was either hand-me-down or was scavanged from her mom's stash.

It didn't take long for Sam to get the hang of handling the store, as they were able to run the cash register and cleaning wasn't a sweat for them.

"Listen I'll be in the back running the paperwork, if ya need help holler for me ok?"

Sam nodded, adding "yes sir" as they watched their boss walk through the staff only door.

After ten minutes of Sam going through the mental checklist of things that needed to be done, they heard the door swing open, two strangers caught Sam's attention.

The first one looked to be around Sam's height, with noticeable vitiligo on her hands and face, she looked agitated by how aggressively she was pulling the beef jerky off the hooks.

The second one was at least 2 heads taller, she has bulkier with short cut hair but it was her eyes that Sam was transfixed on, as they were a deep crimson with white irises.

The shorter of the two told her friend she was going to use the restroom and her friend nodded, accepting the arms full of meat snacks and walked towards the counter.

Sam had to break the ice a little bit, "heh, would that be enough for you guys today?"

The tall woman chuckled, "yeah, it's a shame you don't have anymore from the back"

Sam began scanning each individual bag, "you know, your eyes are really pretty," unable to hide their flushed face.

"Shoot, yer a sweetheart, you're a pretty good-looking person yerself with those earrings and mohawk mullet ya got going."

Sam looked down with their face turning bright red, they didn't expect anyone to complicated their appearance, much less a stranger they just met.

Not wanting to stall Sam rang up everything, "that'll be $47.78, would you be paying with cash or card?"

The woman scratched the back of her head, "Damn, didn't think it'll be that much, I'm paying with my boss's card,"

After the quick transaction, Sam watched the two ladies leave the store, she didn't expect to see those two again as the gas station was nearby the interstate but Sam liked the thought of it regardless.

The rest of Sam's shift went normally, as there were intervals of helping customers and cleaning around the shop. They had another hour before they could clock out when a woman entered.

Words couldn't describe how drop-dead gorgeous she was, her long black hair bounced with every step she took, her slender frame made her look delicate but her sharp emerald eyes screamed power.

"Excuse me but where are your restrooms?"

Sam excitedly showed the lady to the side of the building, proud that they just finished cleaning it.

"Huh, you're bathrooms aren't a complete disease cesspool," the woman stated as she slammed the door behind her.

Sam returned back to the counter as they began their task of counting the cigarette boxes.

When they were half way into their task the same lady shouted from the other side of the counter, "Hey! You going to scan my items anytime soon?"

Sam jumped off from the step stool and ran over to the register, apologizing over a thousand times to the woman while they scanned the snacks the woman grabbed.

As they were ringing everything up, the woman's face soften, "Hey, sorry for snapping your head off, it's been a long day for me."

Sam was quick to respond, "Oh don't worry about it! It's nothing really!"

The woman spotted the scab that formed on Sam's mouth, "I have to guess you're not unfamiliar with it huh?"

Sam looked down at their feet, "you can say something like that, anyway your total is $13.96."

The lady gave Sam a twenty dollar bill and refused to take any change that the cashier tried to give.

"You can call me Becca, and keep the change dear."

She sauntered out of the store, but not without giving Sam her phone number on the back of her receipt. Sam looked on as Becca entered her blue Chevy Camaro, clutching onto the receipt like it was a lottery ticket.

#hazbin hotel oc #oh boy sage lore will be upon us #sooo yeah buckle up bros this is going to be a fun ride

[bandhyukoh]

[Hypebeast] Essentials: Oh Hyuk

Disclaimer: This interview belongs to Hypebeast. November 26, 2022. By Yonghwan Choi. (Original Korean version)

For our latest installment of Essentials, Hypebeast Korea speaks with South Korean multi-hyphenate artist Oh Hyuk. As the leader, singer, and guitarist of the indie band HYUKOH, he has had a tremendous impact both locally and globally through cross-boundary collaborations with various artists and individual projects. Oh Hyuk is also a member of 다다DADA多多, a creative collective and label that has been developing a variety of playful collaborations across apparel and F&B. Inaugurated into HB100 back in 2017 as an individual artist, he appears in Hypebeast 100 once again this year as a member of 다다DADA多多.

Behind Oh Hyuk’s multifaceted career is an intriguing personal history. He was born in Korea and grew up in China where he graduated from an international school, making him trilingual in Korean, Chinese and English. He then entered the Department of Arts at Hongik University, the most prestigious school for arts in South Korea while working retail at Vans.

Oh Hyuk decided to become a singer at an early age but his parents were against his dream. In an effort to convince them, he auditioned for the most prominent music agencies in South Korea and got accepted by them all, but ultimately declined them all due to creative differences — going on to form his own band. Having shown a keen sense of fashion in many different ways, he eventually captured the attention of the iconic designer, Virgil Abloh, leading to a number of collaborations.

Join us below as the 29-year-old multi-hyphenate runs us through his picks including special collaborations, personal collectibles, and musical equipment. Items such as shoes signed by Abloh and custom Matthias amplifiers show Oh Hyuk as an individual and reflect his experiences as the frontman of HYUKOH and a member of 다다DADA多多.

Maison Martin Margiela “0,10” Artisanal Military Field Jacket Tanker

This is my favorite jacket. It’s an artisanal Maison Martin Margiela piece from the early 2000s based on military field jackets. I bought it about 5 or 6 years ago at a famous Japanese vintage clothing shop called LAILA TOKIO. I carry the jacket with me whenever I travel and I’ve worn it so much that one of the four signature stitches under the neckline on the back has worn out, but I like it as it is now.

Shin Murayama x HYUKOH Face Mask

This is the work of Shin Murayama, a Tokyo-born mask designer based in New York who has collaborated with many famous artists such as A$AP Rocky and Kendrick Lamar. We worked together several times, and this mask is the first one we made together. Knowing that I like Polo, he reconstructed a Polo vintage cap into a signature mask. There are four versions for each member of HYUKOH. The design is very unique so I mostly wear it for performances or photo shoots. We worked with him again later on the outfits for through love in which Shin Murayama, Virgil Abloh, and HYUKOH worked together.

Off-White Out of Office Sneakers Signed by Virgil Abloh

The first time I met Virgil was at Coachella in 2019. I was introduced to him at the site and he contacted me later. From then on, we started working on several projects together. I remember when our EP was released, he shouted us out. We made music for the Louis Vuitton SS21 show in Shanghai and he made the costumes for our online world tour. Each project was released at a different time, but they were carried out almost simultaneously. He also gave me special gifts, and this is one of them. I heard the news of his passing while we were working on so many things together, so I was incredibly shocked and upset of the news.

Apple AirPods Max, AirPods Pro, Teenage Engineering M–1 Headphones

I usually use AirPods Max, AirPods Pro, and Teenage Engineering‘s M-1 Personal Monitor Headphones to test and monitor my music in various conditions. With popular noise-canceling headphones and earphones, I can check my music from the perspective of ordinary listeners. With headphones from a completely different style, I’m able to check the overall volume. It all becomes a reference when adjusting the sound. The AirPods Max in particular was a gift from former Apple designer Eugene Whang, a Korean American industrial designer who played a key role in designing the AirPods Max.

Teenage Engineering Silver TX-6 Field Mixer, Cables

This little mixer is another Teenage Engineering device I use. I purchased it because I was trying to make my work environment more simple and partially because it looked so cute. Considering the size, the spec is quite impressive. You can use it as an audio interface for recordings, and every function from faders, effects to EQs is available. It also supports up to 6 channels of stereo and 12 channels of mono. It hasn’t been that long since I bought it,  so I’m still studying how to use it well. I also always bring a Porter bag full of cables because I often work outside. All the cables are Teenage Engineering products too.

Apple iPad Pro

I carry an iPad instead of a laptop as a way of simplifying my work environment these days. Since the introduction of the M1 processor, the iPad is enough for most of my music works. I can do MIDI work without difficulty and even sample-based work is more intuitive and easier because it’s touch-based. I mainly use three programs: Cubase, Pro Tools, and Ableton.

Tom Sachs MacBook Bag

As I do design work at 다다DADA多多, I study a lot about fabrics and materials. While researching, I discovered a fabric called Dyneema which is flame-retardant, waterproof and used for ballistic armor and fishing line. Soon I found a bag made of Dyneema on the Tom Sachs website and purchased it. These days I only bring my iPad, mixer, and headphones, and they all fit compactly in this one bag, so I carry it around often.

Busan International Film Festival ID Card

I served as a music director for a feature film titled The Dream Songs this year. DQM, who was the cinematographer and a friend of mine, introduced me to the director. As this was my first music directing experience, I had great fun and excitement. Since I am a fan of Johnny Greenwood, a guitarist of Radiohead and film music composer and have always been a film lover, I used to think ‘this kind of music could be good in this scene’ while watching movies. I was quite proud that I could make scores for the first time and was invited to the Busan International Film Festival as a music director. I want to do it more in the future.

Sacred Card Holder, CLAUSTRUM Ashtray

It may be difficult to identify at first glance, but these are a card wallet and an ashtray. I bought the ashtray from a shop called Eliminator in Daikanyama, Tokyo. I first visited there about six years ago. The owner is so cool and her items are unique, so we talked a lot and got to know each other. Since then, it has become a regular place I visit whenever I go to Japan. The first thing I purchased there was the ashtray.

This compact metal wallet is from a brand called Sacred, which mainly makes utility items. The first time I saw it was at Kyobo Bookstore, Korea’s largest bookstore chain, and I decided to purchase it because I thought it would be great to pair it together with the ashtray which features a similar design.

Dunlop Picks, Self-made Pick Holder

The metal pick holder was made by me and a close friend of mine 10 years ago while I was a college student. I was going to buy a pick holder at the time, but the available ones were all made from plastic and I didn’t like them. I wanted a weightier metal case that fits in my hand. My close friend was majoring in sculpture, so I designed it and asked him to make it. A lump of iron was added to make it heavier. It works like a magazine. When you remove a pick from it, a new one comes up from the bottom. I use Dunlop picks — usually a 0.73mm thick pick for acoustic guitars and 1mm ones for electric guitars.

Kaweco AL Sport Fountain Pen, D’heygere Pen Charm

The pen on the left is made from metal similar to my pick holder. It’s easy to carry and I like its weight and size. The other pen on the right is a keychain made by replacing the cap of a BIC pen with a metal one. It’s made by D’heygere, a Paris based accessories brand that 다다DADA多多 collaborated with. They make unusual and fun accessories I like.

D’heygere x 다다DADA多多 Fortune Ear Cuff, Rice Necklace

These are jewelry pieces made by 다다DADA多多 and D’heygere. I think it was a good collaboration that wittily reflects Asian elements. The ear cuff is made of jade, and after the D’heygere collaboration, we made several more collaborative items with the theme of the stone, such as BE@RBRICKs and skateboards. The necklace on the other hand, is made with rice grain-shaped pearls. I find the combination of these two themes fun.

Mexican Opal Ring

The Mexican opal in the middle of the ring has a story. I fell in love with opals when I saw a picture of a large Mexican opal a few years ago, so I went around the jewelry stores and got my hands on a rough stone. I entrusted it to an acquaintance for processing, but soon forgot about it as I got busy with world tours. After 3 years, I suddenly remembered and went to look for it. They gave me another opal with a similar design, saying they couldn’t find the one I had entrusted and the opal then was commissioned to a friend who completed the current ring. It’s a ring that I’m especially attached to because of the bizarre process.

Leatherman Raptor Shears, Knipex Pliers Wrench XS

I really like tools. The one on the left is Leatherman‘s emergency scissors I recently bought. These are for paramedics who need to cut patient’s clothes or objects in case of an emergency. I haven’t been put in that situation, but I wanted to have it because the build quality was so good. The one on the right is a wrench from a German tool brand called Knipex. It’s small in size, so I usually carry it around and use it when changing guitar strings.

Custom Matthias Headphone Amp

Since we frequently record at different locations overseas, the monitoring conditions are often different each time. One time we recorded a song at the Funkhaus, which is Nils Frahm’s analog studio in Berlin, Germany. There, I found a headphone amp custom-made by Matthias. We experienced the performance of the amp and liked it so much that we asked Matthias, the producer of it, to make one for us.

We like vintage German music equipment a lot such as Neumann instruments from the pre-unification era and Matthias is an amazing analog gear engineer. He knows how to handle all of them and even restore them in detail. He also can custom-make analog equipment to our specifications. For the amp, we chose the material of the casing, the gold color panel, and the knob designs, and we also requested the numbers to be engraved in Chinese characters. Additionally, the port configuration for the amp is optimized for all four of our members to listen in at the same time.

#hyukoh #ohhyuk #oh hyuk #hyuk #t: interview #hypebeast #f: hyuk #gear #i included a link to matthias' insta post with more details on the amp

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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.

#retail hell au #i hope you like this ✨♥️🗡 anon #instead of choosing one or the other i decided to give you both of them #john price x reader #simon riley x reader #dare i say #john price x reader x simon riley #jp #sr #female!reader #✨♥️🗡 anon

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Character bio of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid superhero main character part 9

Citizenship: 

Kingdom of Hawaii. Kingdom of Tonga. Citizen of mythical Mu and Hawaiki as an Oceanic demigod and alien hybrid. Earth. Europa. Titan. Sol System. Milky Way Galaxy. Intergalactic Federation of Ethanxiia. Planetary Confederacy of Iuyumania. Polaris System. Andromeda Galaxy.

Marital Status: Married.

Education: 

High school grad

Principal's Honor Roll

High school Salutatorian 

College dropout because of work conflict and taking care of their biological and adoptive kids. Later went back to school to complete their degrees.

College graduate.

College Valedictorian  

Science major who graduated from a four year university with an Associate’s Degree of Science in Xeno Zoology with a minor in Magi Paleontology. 

Bachelor’s degree in Magi Marine Biology and Xeno Anthropology

Graduated from the Earth Naval Academy. Master’s Degree of Science in Oceanography with a minor in Ocean Engineering. 

Science major who graduated from Sol System Ivy League University with a Doctorate in Science. Dual Major in Xeno Biology and Magi Archeology. 

High school sports: 

Swimming, Golf, Volleyball, Baseball, Tennis, Water Polo, Track, Wrestling, Basketball, Soccer.

College Sports: 

Cross country, Volleyball, Ice hockey, Skiing, Baseball, Snowboarding, Basketball, Lacrosse, Soccer.

Club: 

Fencing, Kendo, Archery, Kickboxing, Equestrian, Fishing, Judo, Shooting (pistol and rifle), Weightlifting, Rock climbing, Taekwondo, Karate, Sailing, Mixed martial arts

Occupation:  

College: 

A Administrative assistant. App Designer. App Tester. Babysitter. Bank teller. Barber. Bar Bartender. Beach Lifeguard. Blogger. Bookkeeper. Bookstore Owner. Bus driver. Cab Driver. Camp Counselor. Car Wash Attendant. Cashier. Coffee shop barista. College tutor. Commercial actor. Concierge. Content Creator. Customer service representative. Dance Instructor. Delivery Driver. Dental Assistant. Dishwasher. Dog Walker. Electrician. Fan artist. Fanwriter. Fast food line cook. Fast food cashier. Freelancer. Freelance Writer. Firefighter. Fitness Instructor. Former child actor. Former Teen Star. Gardener. Gas Station Attendant. Golf Caddie. Grocery Store Clerk. Hairdresser. Host. Hover Car mechanic. Independent Contractor Driver (Hover Car Uber). Influencer. IT Support. Janitor. Journalist. Librarian. Mall security guard. Manual Laborer. Mover. Movie Theater Projectionist. Movie Theater Usher. Nail Technician. Nanny. Newspaper Delivery. Office receptionist. Pet Sitter (Specializing in birds, cats, spiders, lizards, & dogs). Pest Control. Pharmacy Technician. Photographer. Podcaster. Pool Lifeguard. Post office worker. Referee. Reporter. Research Assistant. Resident Advisor. Retail Sales Associate. Restaurant server. Roadie. Secretary. Social media assistant. Social Media Community Manager. Social media influencer. Sport team brand ambassador. Swim Instructor. Tattoo Artist. Television actor. Umpire. Valet. Waiter/Waitress. Web Designer. Video game streamer. Video Blogging/Vlogger. Virtual Assistant.

Sciences: He/she/they are a life scientist who studies anthropology, anatomy, archeology, biology, botany, conservation, ecology, genetics, linguistics, marine biology, paleontology, psychology, physiology, sociology, and zoology 

He/she/they are a physical scientists who studies astronomy, astrophysics, chemistry, cosmology, earth sciences, engineering, geology, geography, oceanography, meteorology, nanotechnology, planetary sciences, and physics

Mom and dad of the Asian Pasifika and native Afro Latine Native superhero are native of color scientists in stem

Mom is a physical scientist who studies astronomy, chemistry, cosmology, engineering, geology, oceanography meteorology, nanotechnology, and physics

Dad is a life scientist so anthropology, anatomy, archeology, biology, botany, ecology, genetics, marine biology, paleontology, and zoology

Their child, the main character, is a life and physical scientists but on other alien planets of xeno sciences and other magical realms of magi sciences

He/she/they are a life scientist who studies on alien worlds

He/she/they are also a scientist who studies magical worlds 

He/she/they study life across the planets, star systems, & galaxies across the universe, multiverse, & omniverse.

Gym Rat. Street Fighter. Pit Fighter. Underground Fighter. Martial Artist. Mixed Martial Artist. Athlete. Sports Coach. Team manager. Celebrity. 

Supermodel. Fashion Designer. 

Singer. Rapper. Musician. DJ. Spoken word poet. Songwriter. Actor. 

Verified Video Game Streamer. Pro Gamer. Video game Voice Actor/actress. Game Designer. Podcaster. Influencer. Content Creator. 

Stage Actor. Animator. Director. Producer. Set Designer. Costume Designer. Screenwriter. 

Playwright. Author. Illustrator. Literary Agent. Editor. Publisher. 

Business person. Mogul. Grill Chef. Fry Chef. Pastry Chef. Fish Chef. Junior Chef. Station Chef. Deputy Chef. Head Chef. Executive Chef. Master Chef. Gourmet Chef. 5 Star Restaurant Owner. Mixologist. High End Bar Owner. Proprietor. 

Civilian (Colonist). Exterminator (Extradimensional Fauna). 

Agent (Intelligence). Intelligence Officer. Intergalactic Law Enforcement, Intergalactic Intelligence Officer, Intergalactic Secret Agent, 

Assassin. Professional Assassin. Militant Assassin. Contract Assassin.  Master Assassin. Hired Killer. Hitman. Contract Killer. Ninja. Shinobi/Kunoichi Ninja Assassin Recruit (C- rank). Genin (B+ rank). Chunin (A+ rank). Jonin (S+ rank). Spy. Informant. Double Agent. Triple Agent. 

Child soldier. Enlisted Soldier. Dauntless. Soldier. Academic Soldier. Conscript. Military Conscript. Recruit. Grunt. Infantry. Rifleman. Private. Corporal. Lance Corporal. Cook (Mess Hall). Field Cook. Mechanic. Medic. Field Medic. Combat Medic. Nurse. Surgeon. Doctor Scientist. Field Scientist. Sergeant. Drill Sergeant. Commissioned Officer. Second Lieutenant. First Lieutenant. Captain. Support. Machine Gunner. Sharpshooter. Marksman. Sniper. Scout. Recon. Demolitions. Grenadier. Disciplined Soldier. Combat Engineer. Intelligence. Military Asset. Spy. Double Agent. Assassin. Militant Assassin (Spy, Saboteur, Double Agent, & Contract Assassin). Assault. Heavy Weapons. Squad Leader. Officer. Military Officer. Intelligence Officer. Specialist. Commando. Airborne. Paratrooper. Pilot (Captain). Military Pilot (Spy). Exploration. Military. Military Officer. Intergalactic Paramilitary Operative, Intergalactic Supersoldier, Intergalactic Private Soldier. Black Ops. Special Ops. Covert Ops. Spec Ops Officer. Paramilitary. Major. Colonel. Field Marshal. General. Veteran. War Veteran. War Hero. Decorated. Disabled Veteran. War Hero. Honorably Discharged. Retired Soldier. Veteran Who Can’t Let Go. Haunted Veteran. Officer Who Came Out of Retirement. 

Science Officer. Geneticist. Xenologist. Xenobiologist Consultant. Ancient Texts Interpreter. Xeno-anthropologist, Mutation Expert. Planetologist. Xenoecologist. Xenolinguist. Cryogenics Laboratory Assistant. Laser Beam Operator. Hologram Designer. 

Communications Officer. Cultural Facilitator. Cultural Integrationist.  Cultural Interpreter. 

Doctor. Nurse. Medical Officer. Medical Officer. 

Administrative Officer. Diplomat. Political Officer. Ambassador. Customs Official. Station Admin (Space Traffic Controller). Dock Worker (). Station master. Traffic control. Gate control. Supply Officer. 

Asteroid Prospector. Deep space construction. Exo Suit Welder. Orbital Junkyard Worker. Hazardous Materials Handler. 

Broker. Free Trader. Merchant Marine. 

Scout. Helmsman. Navigation Systems Expert. Navigator. Space fighter Pilot. Space craft pilot. 

Technician. Engineer. Droid mechanic. Ship mechanic. Armorer, Cyberneticist. Robotics Officer. Simulations Specialist. Robot Design Repair. Artificial Intelligence Scientist. Biotechnology Specialist. Nanotech Engineer. Robot Supervisor. Terraforming Engineer.

Customs Security. Station Security. Private Security. Tactical Officer. Weapons System Expert. Security Officer. Weapons Specialist. Ordinance Officer. Ground Support Specialist. Starship weapons officer. 

Smuggler. Scrapper/Junker. Scavenger. Space pirate. Space pirate captain.  Space pirate fleet admiral. 

Federation Academy Teacher. Federation Military Academy Teacher. 

Hacker. 

Nanotech Printing Engineer. 

Simulation Designer.

Used Spaceship Salesman. Licensed SpaceShip Rental Agent. Starship Insurance Company Agent.

Space Traffic Controller

Ship Interior Designer/Decorator

Biotechnology Specialist. 

Nanotech Engineer. Nanotech Ethicist

Professional Psion. Combat Psion.

FTL Drive Engineer

High King/High Queen of the Principality of Federation of Kingdoms of Ethanxiia of an alien planet Ethanxiia

Paramount Chieftain and Warchief of the Confederacy of Nations of Iuyumania on the planet of Iuyamania

High King/High Queen of Mu or Hawaiki. Imagine Mount Olympus, Asgard, or Themyscira but for Indigenous Pasifika demigod metahumans and Indigenous Pasifika alien hybrid superhumans. A series of floating, terrestrial, & underwater kingdoms that was a federation or empire. It was created because of strong mystical, esoteric, arcane energies intrinsically tied to the sea, air, & land. It was built with the help of alien technology, divine help from polytheistic pagan pantheons, and arcane human magic. It was a magical focal point and is the strongest in power. It is an utopia dedicated to the free exchange of information and ideas of diverse and inclusive communities.

Through the influence of the government, military, scholars, & monarchs the empire or federation flourished and grew into an advanced realm unlike any other on the planet. Science, technology, & magic were the dominant means of power throughout the aquatic, terrestrial, & air supercontinent. They were already developing highly advanced technological wonders even in antiquity. Since its inception technology and magic were in sync and made the empire or federation both magically, scientifically, and technologically advanced. A terrestrial federation of kingdoms similar to its rival Hyperborea.

An underwater federation of kingdoms similar to its rival the technologically advanced Atlantean empire. A floating empire of kingdoms similar to its rival Asgard. Actually the size of a supercontinent. It is one of the earliest and most highly advanced cultural, technological, scientific, and magical societies on Earth.

It is an empire or federation that is further divided into kingdoms with each its own settlements, villages, towns, cities, counties, states. It is an oasis of civilization in prehistory, modern day, & the future. Although the arial, terrestrial, & aquatic federation or empire grew and prospered.

The civilizations of the outside world remained largely ignorant of Mu or Hawaiki for many decades, centuries, & millennia. In recent years however, it has found itself pushed to the forefront of public awareness. They are now considered the most technologically advanced federation of the planet.

The underwater throne room defended by sea elves riding dolphins, palace defended by merfolk and tritons riding sea unicorn, capital defended by weresharks riding (tiger, mako, & great white) sharks, & kingdoms are defended by Atlanteans riding whales (beluga, narwhals, & orcas). Their throne room is decorated with the skeletons of a megalodon, a mosasaurus, a plesiosaurus, a basilosaurus, & a livyatan. For Hawaiki the federation of kingdoms of Pasifika alien hybrids and demigods there were several kingdoms on land hidden by magic, several kingdoms floating in the air hidden by magic and technology, as well as several kingdoms underwater hidden by technology.

Their scientists develop a means so that their people could survive underwater, in the air, & on land. The experiment was a success and the serum transformed the citizens from normal human beings into a metahuman and superhuman species who could survive anywhere in the empire. The denizens of the empire or federation were changing to evolve new biological, emotional , intellectual, spiritual, and magical functions in order to better thrive. They altered differently from baseline homo sapiens due the high concentration of magic, technology, & science flowing throughout its vast territory. It's people gaining the ability to survive anywhere on land, sea, & air. Due to this habitual alternation all Hawaiki'an citizens of every nation of the empire or federation of demigods and alien hybrids are physically superior to baseline humans. As a result of being stronger, faster, tougher, smarter, and longer lived.

Chairman and CEO of Dynamic Sciences, Research, Development, Engineering, & Technology. It is a research organization, charity/philanthropy organization, and business corporation. It is the world's largest and most diversified multinational corporation. Complemented with a national and international chain of research laboratories. That is unconnected to the government or the military. It specializes in A.I., genetics, disease control, medicine, research and technology, nanotechnology, bionics, bio-engineering, pharmaceuticals, security, paramilitary weaponry, defense, aerospace, computer hardware and software, robotics, and metahuman and superhuman studies.

It was officially created in the 16th century. It is one of the oldest companies in the world. It began as a merchant business, an artisan guild, and trading company. As the company became more successful more branches were opened. Soon other companies were bought and absorbed. This was when expansion of the company turned into a global conglomerate with numerous headquarters, branches, & businesses in different countries. This turned it into a business conglomerate and corporation. It is a high-rise building as its own corporate headquarters.

It soon became a green company under new regulations and reforms and became environmentally conscious. It is known for its accessibility for disabled staff, employees, consumers, & visitors. It has been a forerunner in many fields of science, engineering, inventions, research, development, & technology. Its main headquarters are in California, Kansas, Ohio, South Carolina, & New York in America.

The tower was designed by its founder with the intention to serve as a beacon of modern human architecture. It was completed after a few years of excavation and construction. The tower itself cost several hundred million to build, update, & maintain. It was later redesigned by the current chairman and CEO to be a beacon of futuristic alien and human architecture.

It employs hundreds of thousands of people both human and alien of base human, superhuman, & metahuman origin with hundreds of buildings around the world. It employs hundreds of thousands of people of different diverse backgrounds. There are branch offices and headquarters all over the world. More than simply a superhero lair.

It is officially an advanced research, development, inventing, technology, science, engineering facility, a philanthropic/charity organization, and international business corporation. It is a multibillion research organization and business corporation. It is an advanced sciences, inventing, engineering, research, development, & technologies company with worldwide interests.

There are several lead scientists that work at the organization and corporation. They each have their own individual labs. The labs are equipped with the best and most advanced scientific equipment. Each of them are allowed to create whatever they think will help the company and technology advance. In the future it is a leading company in creating the most advanced technology in the world, star system, galaxy, & universe. He/she/they is their chief scientist. He/she/they are a life scientist who studies anthropology, anatomy, archeology, biology, botany, conservation, ecology, genetics, linguistics, marine biology, paleontology, psychology, physiology, sociology, and zoology. He/she/they are a physical scientist who studies astronomy, astrophysics, chemistry, cosmology, earth sciences, engineering, geology, geography, oceanography, meteorology, nanotechnology, planetary sciences, physics, & robotics.

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What to Remember When Buying Gifts for the Golfer in Your Life

The holidays are here, and you have a golfer on your list. While you know they love to spend their weekends on the course, you’re not sure what to get them. That’s ok. Whether you know much about golf or not, there’s a way to ensure you get a gift they’ll love from the best golf store Chicago, Houston, or anywhere else has to offer. Here are some things to remember when shopping for your favorite golfer.

They Value Performance on the Course Performance is important for every golfer, even if they say they just like to play for fun. They want clubs that shoot further, control the ball better, and cut down on mishits. If the club can help them play better, it’s probably on their wishlist. So, when you’re shopping for gifts, remember that performance is king. Are they in the market for a new driver? Go to the best golf store Houston or Chicago has to offer and look for a high-quality driver that leverages next-level materials and advanced technology to add distance to every shot. Are they looking to upgrade their irons? Consider a set with a larger head profile and a design that provides the most forgiveness on the market. Performance matters and high-performing clubs make the best gifts. Their Golfing Style Matters Every golfer is unique. While it can make getting the right gift a bit trickier, watching them open up something that fits their game perfectly is worth the effort. Before heading to the golf store to check out new clubs, look at your recipient’s current set. Factors like loft, lie, weighting, shaft material, flex, and grip are all customizable with the right brands and can greatly impact how the clubs play. If you’re unsure what clubs will fit them best, give them the gift of a custom golf club fitting. Not only does this ensure they get clubs that match their play style perfectly, but it’s also a gift that will pay off for years. When they experience the difference of custom clubs, they’ll thank you over and over again for the great gift. They Can Never Have Enough Golf Apparel Want a surefire gift your golfer will wear over and over again? You can’t go wrong with some premium golf apparel. A breathable polo, a moisture-wicking jacket, or a stylish quarter zip pullover are all great options. Not only will they wear the clothes on the course, but the best styles are so good they’ll want to wear them everywhere. Plus, who doesn’t love getting some high-quality clothes for the holidays? It Never Hurts to Ask What They Want Need help figuring out what the golfer in your life wants? You can ask them without giving away the gift. Next time they come back from a round of 18 or an hour at the driving range, ask them how it went. They’ll mention how their drives never got past 200 yards. Or they’ll talk about a putter they don’t like the feel of. If there’s one thing golfers love to do, it’s blaming their equipment for their performance. Golfers love to talk about the game, and in those discussions, you’ll find plenty of hints that will help you find the perfect gift. And when they open it up, they’ll know you were listening. About PXG Sometimes, good enough isn’t quite good enough on the golf course. That’s why golf irons from PXG launch higher, go farther, feel softer, and have a sweet spot the size of Texas. Since their founding in 2013, PXG set out to make the world’s best golf equipment, combining their passion for the greatest game ever played with innovative technology. With no constraints on their research, the folks at PXG broke new ground in golf performance by designing clubs that can be tailored to your game. A personalized fitting experience is the standard when you choose PXG. After each fitting, their Master Builders handcraft every club to your exact specifications. Experience their uncompromising commitment to excellence and elevate your performance on the links with top-quality clubs, apparel, and gear from PXG. Visit PXG, in-store or online, and get the best gift for the golfer in your life at https://www.pxg.com/ Original Source: https://bit.ly/3tbNmps

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[coachteeshop]

Court-Ready Fashion: Top Coaches Shirts for Basketball | Coach Tee Shop

Basketball isn't just a game; it's a passion, a lifestyle beyond the court. And coaches' appearance on the sidelines is as crucial as the strategies they implement. That's why coaches should buy the top quality coaches shirts for basketball that exude style and functionality to ensure you're court-ready in the most fashionable way possible. 

Let's dive into basketball coaching fashion and discover the perfect shirts to elevate your sideline presence.

The Importance of Perfect Coaches Shirts in Basketball

1. Fashion Meets Functionality: Make sure to choose the coach's shirts that blend cutting-edge fashion with the functionality required for the game. The shirts are designed to keep you comfortable throughout intense coaching sessions while exuding a confident and professional aura.

2. Premium Fabrics and Breathability: Stay cool and composed with shirts crafted from premium fabrics that offer exceptional breathability. From moisture-wicking technologies to lightweight materials, the ideal shirts are engineered to keep you fresh and focused during intense matches.

3. Trendsetting Styles: Who said coaches can't be stylish? Many websites like Coach Tees feature trendsetting designs that make a statement on the sidelines. From classic motivational quotes shirts with subtle basketball-themed patterns to sleek polo shirts with modern cuts, there's something to suit every coach's style.

4. Versatility for All Seasons: Basketball is a year-round sport, and buy coach's shirts keeping that in mind. Whether it's a lightweight short-sleeved shirt for the summer heat or a long-sleeved option for cooler seasons, you can adapt your style while maintaining your coaching prowess.

5. Team Spirit: Show your team spirit with shirts that boast vibrant colors, team logos, or custom embroidery options. Let your coaching attire become an extension of your team's identity and ignite the passion of your players and fans alike.

Conclusion

Your coaching expertise deserves the spotlight, and with our top-quality coach tee shirts for basketball, you can make a memorable impression on and off the court. From fashion-forward designs to functional features, these shirts are tailored to enhance your coaching experience. 

Elevate your sideline presence, exude confidence, and stay comfortable throughout the game. Embrace the perfect blend of fashion and functionality with Coach Tees's court-ready shooters shoot coaches t-shirts, and lead your team to victory in style!

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[frosty-oak]

Delivery guaranteed ch. 3 because fuck continuity

Chapter 3: Pirates? Really?

Mark had begun to feel like things weren’t quite going his way this past week, and that perhaps some sort of chi training or crystals might be the help he had previously missed. THUMP His further considerations into his horoscope were interrupted by a much less philosophical kick in the ribs. His body screamed at him and pain came shooting up his side. It was the sort of hit where there wasn’t anytime wasted shouting or swearing and he mostly crumpled as much as he could while handcuffed to a cargo plane ceiling.

His mouth opened and he groaned very slowly and loudly for several seconds before abandoning all hope of stringing a sentence together. “It be very simple, ya open the door or I hit ye again.” Mark couldn’t help himself, he tried to be interrogated properly but it was too much. Slowly, breathlessly, Mark chuckled, then giggled and finally cackled to himself. Two days ago he was delivering parcels and here he was, chained to a military cargo plane – currently 35,000 feet about the Black sea - getting the shit beaten out of him by a man dressed half way between a pirate and an aviator.  CRUNCH

 Mark wasn’t a paramedic but that felt and sounded a tremendous amount like at least one of his ribs breaking. Blood dribbled down his chin and onto the floor as Mark managed “I can’t….” he reflected on the complicated game of Kerplunk that had become his life, his life was built on routines, routines were his comfort zone, his comfort zone in his house, a house currently on the line for this job, a job he didn’t even agree with and finally summarised his findings; “fuck you.”.

Memento Mori. Roman emperors tasked a slave to remind them of their own death as they paraded through the streets, Mark effectively delegated this job to the heavy gold plated knife tickling the underside of his chin. There was some sort of convoluted spiel in a ridiculous West country accent passing between his ears and getting lost somewhere as he struggled to ignore the pain. The serrated teeth of the knife dug into his skin, and he winced as he leant as far as he could away from the blade. The shift in perspective as he lifted his neck granted an epiphany. That is to say, Mark looked up and saw the pipe he was chained to starting to strain and crack in the corners, thank God he got this plane cheap.

Then the captain made a fatal error, he snapped Mark’s Oral-B Genius Electric Toothbrush with Artificial Intelligence. The countless hours spent on amazon comparing products, watching toothbrush reviews on youtube, testing countless bristles and pressure settings and handles and having the specific model shipped from Italy with the slightly reduced weight. That toothbrush should have lasted him for the rest of his life being used for exactly two minutes before a precise clean with warm water and a microfibre towel to avoid damaging the rubber. But there it was, rattling its last death throes across the cargo plane floor. He had been mocked, and kidnapped, and threatened and beaten and there was a knife still tickling his chin but that paled in comparison to disrupting Mark’s system.

A gut wrenching scream at the pain in his wrists was their only warning sign. The metal bar came crashing down across the first pirate’s head and he hit the deck in a horrifyingly unnatural position. Blood pulsed in Mark’s ears, blocking the threats and the disgusting noise the man dribbling on the floor produced. There wasn’t even time to react before the bar crashed into the second pirates teeth, once, twice and a third time before the bar was turned to its final victim. This left only one, the captain, still holding the remnants of the toothbrush in one hand and only looking slightly concerned by the huge amounts of blood splattered across Mark’s tattered black polo top. He pulled a custom flintlock pistol and grunted in pain as his wrist broke and the pistol skidded across the floor, followed by the bar as Mark launched it across the cargo hold. Sliding from a hidden holster in a sleeve a dagger replaced the flintlock and held Mark back temporarily. A quiet PING sound could be heard as witty threats and angry negotiation hit the wall past Mark’s unthinking stare.

Slow. Pacing, each around the other. Eye’s locked, looking for a tell, a hint. It was such a tiny slip. The slightest stumble against a raised rivet caught Mark’s attention and he glanced for just a fraction of a second and he was on his back, desperately pushing against the wrists currently baring down on him, wrists holding a brutal dagger attempting to plant itself into his temple. The knife managed the tiniest fraction of pressure and began to draw blood before adrenaline kicked into overdrive. The captain snatched defeat from the jaws of victory and paused to gloat. “Ya fought well b-“ there wasn’t even time to finish his sentence. Mark launched his hips to the side, sending the captain tumbling and dove on top of him, a desperate scrabble resulted in the knife sinking into the aluminium floor of the plane. Straight through the captain’s hand. There wasn’t even time to scream before Mark’s knuckles were bloody and bruised “MY. GOD. DAMN. TOOTH. BRUSH.” and he was sobbing and the Captain wasn’t moving anymore.

Finally he slid to the ground, panting, sweating, bleeding and crying. The last of the adrenaline faded and he closed his eyes and slid into a deep sleep.

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[denisekuan]

LCS Spring Finals Teaser - The Bosses (Doublelift vs Bjergsen, 2019)

This shoot will always have a special place in my mind, because it was the first shoot I put together the wardrobe direction for. It was the first time we wanted the players to look more dressed up, but suits didn’t feel right, and those were the only ideas that were floating around. There also wasn’t enough time to get anything custom-made, so I put some ideas together for both players and had them try on 3-4 outfits. Ultimately the team decided on these two outfits! Looking back, maybe Bjergsen’s jacket was the one that drew me towards finding interesting patterns when I search for clothing. Thanks as always to the production team and players for trusting me.

Bjergsen’s jacket: Zara Bjergsen’s polo: Ted Baker Doublelift’s jacket & knitted tee: Club Monaco Photography by Colin Young-Wolff Hair & Makeup by Kassandra Karr

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