#dissatisfied customer

[vermin-disciple]

I know the fandom latched onto the 'Jeff's Inn by the Sea' thing early on as some sort of romantic idealized Retirement Goals (TM) endgame, but to me this has always sounded less 'domestic bliss' and more 'unmitigated disaster,' and the finale has definitely not changed my opinion on that. Like I'm giving this venture about a week before both of them are metaphorically clawing the curtains and gnawing the furniture. And the only reason I'm giving them that long is because I'm assuming they spend the majority of that first week screwing each other's brains out (with a few intermittent breaks for incompetent attempts at house renovation). Anne and Mary's antique shop really feels like foreshadowing here. Or at least a warning.

Glad they've got a chance to fail at something together, though (other than communicating about their relationship). Love that for them.

#getting the former crew involved might help on the 'not going stir-crazy' front #but I'm not sure how much it would help on the 'running a functioning business' side of things #you just know that anyone who isn't skiving off work to fuck in the guestrooms will be busy fleecing the customers #(assuming they have any customers) #stede's greatest innovation is somehow inventing fire insurance just before they burn the place down #I do actually have more serious thoughts on this aspect of the finale that I may elaborate on in future #but which basically boil down to finding it dissatisfying as an ending in several respects but seeing the potential in it for a third seaso #if we get one #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd meta #meta #our flag means death #vermin rites

[tuttle-did-it]

It’s 0434 and I just got into bed.

Who’s Responsible?

#dear Harry #who’s responsible? #affectionately #a dissatisfied customer #Hawkeye pierce #Alan Alda #dr pierce and mr Hyde #M*A*S*H #mash #western union

[patternsinnoise]

Hey, so, it's nearing the end of the semester and I don't know how many people who follow me are in college, but I just have a quick PSA: if your professor tries to arrange for you to meet with them, don't skip it.

I've got a student who's avoiding me after I flagged a paper for possible plagiarism. This is the worst response. If I (or, preferably, another professor) says "hey, I need to talk to you about a possible plagiarism concern in this paper", nothing says "plagiarist" like noping out of there and not going to class. That's put my antennae up, changing the concern from "potentially plagiarized" to "definitely plagiarized."

#also #this student has taken the tone of a dissatisfied customer in communications with me #buddy you're not the customer you're the product

[dialdesk]

Customer satisfaction is important for every company because it leads to repeat business. When customers are satisfied with a company’s products or services, they are more likely to continue using those products or services and to recommend them to others.

#Why are Customers Dissatisfied With The Services?

[lejaybleu]

guys.

GUYS

the spotify logo isn’t centered

what the actual fuck, my life is a lie

#spotify #dissatisfying #i am angry #i am going to call their customer service

[bunkoos-mole-enthusiast]

Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs:

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors :)

Cockblocked: In which a pair of best friends are hopelessly in love with one another but they’re both too dumb to realize, even when everyone around them are dropping hints every five minutes. https://mercurygguk.tumblr.com/post/631541640682733568/cockblocked-m-jjk

Cherry Bomb: You’re a cocktail waitress in a high end nightclub and you’ve been mutually crushing on one of the bartenders. Tonight, one of your customers oversteps boundaries and when Jungkook gets involved, you’re ready to toss your ‘no dating co-workers’ policy out the window.  https://milfgyuu.tumblr.com/post/644786158437629952/cherry-bomb-m-pairing-jeon-jungkook-x

How To Make Him Cum 101: You’ll love each other in sickness and health, hungover or hangry, sexless or… well, it’s becoming a little harder for the pants to stay on despite the calls of ‘let’s take this slow’ on the first date. https://mimithings97.tumblr.com/post/189072265733/how-to-make-him-cum-101-m

Wine & Cheese Nights: Kicking back and relaxing to the sweet sweet burn of red wine and the even harsher sting of soft touches from your boyfriend, spells for cheesy conversation and great sex. https://mimithings97.tumblr.com/post/189081951388/wine-and-cheese-nights-m

Thirteen Rounds: JK's boxing coach tells him he can't come for four weeks before his title fight. Ah, four weeks isn't that long, right? ... Right? https://www.tumblr.com/moni-logues/707976218275889152/ thirteen-rounds?source=share

Across A Crowded Room: Dissatisfied and uncomfortable at a party where you don’t belong, in a country where you feel like you don’t belong, you see a man looking at you from across the room. Maybe he’s what you’ve been missing. https://moni-logues.tumblr.com/post/729185822501371904/across-a-crowded-room Up All Night: You’ve moved into a nice, new apartment but there’s just one problem: your noisy neighbour with the voice of an angel who insists on doing karaoke in the small hours. You decide it’s about time to tell him off and get a whole lot more than you bargained for. https://moni-logues.tumblr.com/post/708080075543805952/up-all-night Sweet Dreams: You’ve been working (and flirting) with Jungkook for months now, waiting for him to make a move. When he does, it’s not the move either of you expected but it opens the door for you both to get exactly what you want. https://moni-logues.tumblr.com/post/707272336755277824/sweet-dreams

Admiring From Afar: You owed a friend a favor, a favor which entailed a blind date. But the catch, it was only blind on your side. https://www.tumblr.com/jeonsalibi

The Curious Lifespan Of Migrating Monarchs: Streamer JK x oc. Strangers to lovers au. https://www.wattpad.com/1418357364-the-curious-lifespan-of-migrating-monarchs-seven

#bts jeon jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic recs #jungkook imagines #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #bts jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #bts fanfic #bts jungkook fanfic #bts fic recs #bts smut #bts imagines

[aphroditelovesu]

Yan!Husband Henry VIII Headcanons (Romantic)

❝ 👑 — lady l: This has been in my draft for a while but I decided to finish it now lol. Hope you like it! Forgive me for any mistakes. ❤️🧡

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, toxic relationship, mention of death perhaps.

❝👑pairing: yandere!henry viii x female!reader.

You had already dreamed of marrying a King, of becoming his Queen and giving birth to his heirs, a romantic fantasy that you and many other young women have dreamed of. They were mere fantasies of romance that you made up, but never really thought it would happen or become the obsession of one of the most infamous Kings in the history of England.

Your dreams remained as they were, dreams of a young lady. The King of the country where you lived was already married, so there wasn't much chance of you marrying him. Your family was of noble enough origin and had considerable wealth, but nothing too extravagant.

Until your older sister's marriage to a powerful man, close to the King. With that, your family immediately moved to the English Court, excited about their new status. Your father was particularly eager to marry you off to a powerful man as well.

Henry was dissatisfied with his wife, Anne, she had failed to conceive the much-desired male heir he so desperately wanted. His wandering eyes began to wander to the young women of the Court and when he laid eyes on you, he knew you would be the one to give him what he wanted.

Henry's captivating gazes seemed to follow you wherever you went and it began to unnerve you. A hint of excitement perhaps, but you knew it was a dangerous game to get involved with the King, especially when he was married.

Your parents were immensely happy with the King's interest in you. If you became his mistress, it would bring benefits and riches to your family. And when Henry got tired of you, you could perhaps marry a man with a noble title. Maybe a Duke or a Marquis.

But you didn't want to be his mistress or anyone's mistress. You wanted a husband and not a mere toy that he could always discard later. Your resistance angered your parents but attracted Henry even more. Your rejecting him has stirred him up, and bewitched him even more. Whenever you were in a room, Henry's eyes would be on you.

All of Henry’s attention was on you and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. He didn't even try to hide his affection for you, he sent you gifts and letters constantly. You reciprocated, sending him letters in return, but always remaining firm in your convictions.

Before long, Henry was deeply in love with you and quickly got rid off his current wife, Anne. When he asked you to marry him, shortly after his separation from Anne, you hesitated but accepted. You would finally become his and his alone.

Once you were married, Henry became more possessive than ever. He already didn't like the looks other gentlemen gave you, but now that you were officially his, it would be considered a crime of treason. And we know how he deals with betrayal.

You were his perfect Queen, so sweet and so, well, perfect. Henry makes a point of reminding you of that every day, about how perfect you were for him. He really was in love, so he kept on your side the whole time. His eyes remained only on you.

Henry truly values ​​you and your opinion. It is not a custom, but he would be willing to listen to your wishes and political opinions (if you have any) on matters of state. You are his Queen, after all. If it was your wish, if you were Catholic, Henry could even try to restore Catholicism in England.

He really loved you, maybe not in the conventional way, but he did. Henry would listen to your wishes, fulfill them and all he wants in return is his love. He will not tolerate people speaking ill of you and will condemn anyone who does so for treason.

Henry would be loyal to you, he would take care of you until your death. He wants to have children with you, a family, a male heir, but he also wants to be with you. He could be himself and not the King of England.

And when you finally gave him his long-awaited male heir, Henry knew he would never let you go or let anything happen to you. After all, you are his wife and his Queen. And Henry doesn't handle treason very well.

#yandere history #yandere historical characters #history #the tudors #yandere the tudors #yandere henry viii #yandere Henry VIII x reader #yandere henry viii headcanons #henry viii x reader #headcanons #yandere headcanons

[m-ayo-o]

coffee snob

18+ smutty // character 21+ wc 700 selfshiptember; 1

Coffee, you like it sweet and milky, hot or cold, depending on the weather. And there’s this one shop round the corner from your office that makes it just right.

In addition to your requested extra pumps of vanilla flavouring, your usual barista is asking if you’d like whipped cream today.

You nod excitedly and watch him squirt it on top of your drink, carefully adding a fine layer of powdered chocolate.

It looks pretty. Too pretty to drink.

He slides a long spoon through the cream and sets it on a saucer with a small napkin.

Ever the perfectionist.

But this time when his delicate hands push your drink over the counter he decides to strike up a conversation.

“Does it taste nice like that?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows at your sugary drink.

“Mm hmm” you hum and take the mug.

“Well,” he sighs and studies the drink in your hands, “as long as you like it.”

“You made it, so…” you trail off, taking the spoon and licking the cream off the end.

He gulps, his dark eyes following your movements.

“Well, thank you,” you chirp, pulling him out of his gaze as he waves you off, heading to your favourite corner of the café.

⋆⁺ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆★

“So, how do you like your coffee?” You question the dark haired barista the following week. He always looks so dissatisfied when he serves your drinks, almost as if it pains him to make them.

“Black” he replies simply, finishing off another syrupy concoction for you.

Despite his clear aversion to your taste in coffee, he always serves it beautifully. You love watching him work.

“Hm, isn’t it too bitter like that?” Now you’re asking.

He slides your drink over and looks at you from under those long, dark lashes.

“There are many different flavours in coffee. I can show you,” he replies. Seeing the café is fairly quiet he decides to take a break, leaving the few customers for his colleague to take care of.

And so begins the first of many lessons with your favourite barista.

⋆⁺ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆★

You learn a lot from him, especially after closing time in the small store cupboard in the back.

He lured you back there under the pretence of selecting some coffee beans for you to try. 

But you soon see his plan unfolding as he’s tugging up your skirt and pushing your panties to the side, not only educating you on the fine coffee that lines the shelves, but you also receive a humbling lesson on just how quickly he can make you cum.

It’s his fingers. You think he must have some hidden magic power in them from how they get your head spinning.

“Again?” he lets out a breathy chuckle, watching you eagerly grind onto him, riding out another high.

“N-need more” you whine shamelessly.

“I know, pretty girl. Just wait a minute,” his fingers curl and dip into you some more, “love seeing you like this.”

But soon your little whimpers wear him down. He rips off his apron, unbuckles his belt, black jeans pushed down and he groans when his tip slides over your wet entrance.

It was in the heat of the moment, you swear. You were just pushed up so close together in the tiny cupboard, feeling his body brush against yours. You just bent over to pick up a bag on the floor, feeling his hand on your ass.

And now you’ve got yourself all filled up with your sexy barista’s cock. Just like his coffee making, his love making is passionate, attentive, just perfect.

You find yourself gushing over him more times than you can count, his gruff moans going straight to the tight heat in your core where his cockhead is pushing.

And after the first time you tasted his cum, getting pulled off his cock and swivelled round to take his load in your mouth, you’ve become addicted.

Despite his numerous attempts to enlighten you, your tastes in coffee have remained unchanged. Your taste in men, however, has become very specific indeed.

Namely the tall, handsome barista, with an attitude nearly as spiky as his dark hair, Megumi Fushiguro.

selfshiptember!!

megumi m.list

likes, comments + reblogs appreciated! <3

#selfshiptember #selfshiptember 2023 #self shipping #self ship #self insert #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #megumi x reader #megumi smut

[octuscle]

Fun on the not so fair ground

Where Darren was, Darren wasn't there because he was particularly clever or hard-working or charming. No one knew exactly how Darren had made it to division manager. And how he had remained division manager despite dissatisfied colleagues and customers. No one liked the arrogant, smug asshole. He was moody, incompetent… But he was divisional manager and because of some skeleton he had in the closet with some board member, he remained divisional manager.

One of Darren's most striking characteristics was his stinginess. And his resentment. He was annoyed that he hadn't won any tickets for the rollercoaster or the Ferris wheel in the lottery organized by the HR department for the company outing to the fair. But he was all the more delighted to win a ticket for the ghost train. Everyone else had always won two tickets. He suspected that the ghost train was so expensive that there was only one ticket for it. And he had it.

For Darren, going to the fair was more of a chore. Having to deal with his colleagues in the evening was an imposition. But since he had won the ticket, he had to go. And he especially had to go on the ghost train. His colleagues wished him a lot of fun, the meeting was in a beer tent in half an hour. Darren joined the short queue. The ticket taker looked at his ticket. "Oh, the special tour!" he said with a grin. His eyes just lit up red for a moment. Must be some kind of special effect, Darren thought to himself. The bar on his gondola closed. The ride started.

It was a terribly boring ride. Only small children would be frightened on something like this. Darren was happy when the ride was over and the bar opened again. He walked towards the exit. Suddenly a door slammed shut in front of him. And a hidden wallpaper door creaked open. This had to be the part with the special tour. But here too: Lame, boring effects. Some of them were obviously broken. And the dust and cobwebs seemed to be real. Darren stood in front of a picture with the caption "Your greatest horror". Well. Biggest horror. It showed a young man with cheap clothes, a cheap haircut and obviously no future. Darren wasn't afraid of people like that. He ignored people like that. There was a mirror next to the picture. It was captioned 'Your future'. Darren saw a young man with cheap clothes, a cheap haircut and clearly no future. Fuck! He grabbed his face and the reflection did the same. His skin, which had just been flawless for a man in his late 30s, was blemished. As if from too much alcohol and nicotine. And too little care. Maybe it was the remnants of acne, because the man in the mirror was younger than Darren. Maybe in his early 20s. Badly shaved. His hair styled in a preppy undercut. And he stank. That couldn't have come from his reflection. The jacket was made of cheap, badly tanned leather. Sweat. Cheap deodorant. Nicotine. His fingers smelled like those of a chain smoker. And his teeth were yellow like a chain smoker's. In a panic, Darren looked for the exit. He found himself behind the ghost train. There was a "Staff only" sign above the exit. Darren tried to open the door. He rattled the handle. A man opened it for him. Behind the door was a small staff room. The man asked if he wanted to apply for the position of young man to travel with the fair. Darren ran away in a panic.

Where to now? To the beer tent? What would his colleagues say? They wouldn't recognize him. He tried anyway. The bouncer turned him away. For invited guests only. Darren had an invitation. He used to have an invitation in the inside pocket of his jacket. Now he had an almost empty pack of filterless cigarettes and a battered Zippo. His wallet hung on a chain from his torn jeans. With a bit of cash. A ten-ride bus pass that was almost used up. And a driver's license. For big trucks and tractor-trailers. Bloody hell! He still had to be on this ghost train. It was better than he thought. But he didn't feel like it anymore. He wanted a shower and then to get into his silk pyjamas. But his car key was gone. And where his car had been, there was now a completely different one. He had to walk, Darren had no idea how he was going to get home on the bus and he didn't have the money for a cab.

He had been walking for almost half an hour when he finally got home. In the dark windows of his elegant old apartment on the mezzanine floor, the "For Sale" signs were covered with "Sold". The. Is. A. Cursed. Nightmare! Darren no longer had a key for anything. Not for this apartment that used to be his, not for a missing car, not for his office. He had no cell phone, he had the few things he had on his person. A nightmare! His worst nightmare! His biggest horror! Darren climbed over the fence. It was surprisingly easy. His new body was athletic. He had already noticed that on the way here. There was a Victorian summer house at the back of the garden that belonged to his apartment. And he always hid a key there. Under a flower pot. A flowerpot that no longer existed. Everything on the porch of the garden shed was an army duffel bag. With a rucksack in it, a tracksuit, underwear. Everything wasn't quite clean anymore. But it was obviously his. Darren picked up the duffel bag, walked over to the fence, threw the duffel bag over and climbed in after it. A policeman shouted "Freeze!" And Darren ran for his life.

It had taken him three quarters of an hour to get back to the fair with his duffel bag. No idea why he had come back here. A few drunks staggered out of the beer tents. Darren didn't recognize any of them as colleagues. Most of the rides were just closing. "Son, can you give me a hand?" Shouted an older gentleman struggling on the bumper cars. "A few dollars, a bowl of soup, and by the look of you, you could use a place to sleep." Darren took a deep breath, grabbed his duffel bag and helped the man push the bumper cars together and lock them up.

The first few days were hell. Darren wasn't used to physical labor, even though his body was. The little money he earned was enough for cigarettes and pre-paid cards for a cell phone. And the guys he had to share the trailer with snarled and stank. But Darren probably snarled too. And he certainly did stink. The only thing he enjoyed was sex. Plenty of sex. Apparently there were lots of girls and boys, young and old, who liked the fairground rebel type. Darren had stopped counting how many cocks he had sucked between the frames of the rollercoaster, how many asses and pussies he had fucked. Sometimes for free. Sometimes for a handful of dollars. He could put that money to good use. A buddy had a booth at the fair where he did tattoos. Real works of art. Of course Darren got a special price. But even among the bros here at the fair, nothing was for free. The first few days went by. The first weeks went by. Darren, who everyone had long since just called Daz, had gained routine in building and dismantling "his" rollercoaster. The other guys who helped out here were runaways, vagrants… They were usually gone again after a few days. Not Daz. This was his home. This was his family. He loved his job. And he was damn good at it.

When Daz took over the management of the small fairground company with a rollercoaster, a bumper car and a lottery booth a few years later, nobody was surprised. Daz belonged here. Always in a good mood, always ready to help. And always horny!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #inked man #tank top #age reduction #leather tf #white to blue collar tf #ai image

[prokopetz]

I was about to propose a play-by-email RPG in which one player takes on the role of a shady bulk goods merchant in ancient Sumeria, corresponding via clay tablet with their various dissatisfied customers (the other players), but then I thought:

Surely, surely that game already exists. There's approximately a 0% chance that somebody on itch.io hasn't already done this.

For the life of me I can't find it, but it must be there somewhere.

#concepts #gaming #tabletop roleplaying #tabletop rpgs #game design #ea-nasir #memes

[crepes-suzette-373]

It's about... *checks calendar* 3 days late for April Fool's, but it's okay. I'm not trying to prank anyone.

Last month I made this LOL dating sim screen edit because for the bros' birthday I drew them in super fancy prince outfits and it looks like some romance game art??

The logo in the previous edit was kind of just edited out of an existing game logo, and that just made me feel very dissatisfied inside, so I made my own custom logo design (and then went overboard and also made the dialogue screens and the home screen).

A lot of interface elements like the buttons and text boxes are free assets from Pixiv or other websites, but I did still have to edit them and add extra effects/texture to make the layout. The logo is fully custom made by me, though. I just used some basic fonts as the base, and made all the decor myself with Photoshop. (edit: I meant the moon decor for the logo!!! The flowers and stuff in the cover image are free assets too)

Aside from Sanji, the other guys are just old drawing/sketches that I have lying around that I coloured/touched up.

Also, I'm being rebellious again. In this setting the boys' eye colours match their hair colour, so Sanji has gold eyes and not blue. You can also kind of see that Yonji has green eyes (if it's not too small).

I honestly have no idea what's happening in the "plot" here. It's just vaguely meant to be a mystery + somewhat supernatural theme in an AU setting. The player is some sort of detective/journalist investigating Germa because there's weird stuff happening or something, I don't know.

Weird stuff involving that "ghost Judge(???)" I guess??? Like if he's actually dead, then who's that guy calling himself the king?

Bonus:

Worked too hard on this little banner, only for it to be too small and barely visible. I could've just used some regular font and called it a day and not bother trying to put complicated effects on it.

#my art #one piece #vinsmoke brothers #vinsmoke siblings #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke yonji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke #vinsmoke judge #germa 66 #LOLtome game

[nvr-pass]

[image description: a korean war era telegram that has been edited to read: "dear harry, who's responsible? affectionately, a dissatisfied customer" /end ID]

this episode has left lasting damage

#mash #m*a*s*h #mash 4077 #dr. pierce and mr. hyde #0205 #cebo talks #about mash

[buccini555]

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

·˚ ༘ ┊͙Them finding out that you were already in a relationship with one of their friends after he flirted with you !  ˊˎ

⤌H e a d c a n o n s !⤛

. . ⇢ 𝑭𝒕. Mitsuya Takashi, Chifuyu Matsuno, Manjiro Sano, Rindou Haitani and Ran Haitani ˎˊ˗

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

Mitsuya's calmness is almost envy-inducing, despite this, the boy is easily irritated, not being the type of guy who lets situations go unnoticed before his eyes.

Mitsuya would be totally jealous to see anyone flirting with you, but the jealousy definitely affected him when he discovered your past relationship with that friend of his, making him even more uncomfortable with those flirtations, despite this fact and all this feeling, Mitsuya knew the past remained in the past, making him ignore everything in a way when he calmed down.

"You have questionable tastes when choosing who you have a relationship with, I'm sorry to tell you that." He would say trying to pretend custom, Mitsuya would make sure his friend never flirted with you again.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

Chifuyu is sweet, he avoids showing any negative feelings, but when something bothers him, Matsuno doesn't mind being a little rude sometimes.

"I think the time for you to flirt with her is over, don't you think?" He would say to his friend in front of him in a calm and at the same time threatening tone, Chifuyu became even more jealous when he found out about the relationship left in the past, making a point of making the fact that he had lost you very clear.

He wouldn't be disappointed in you or anything like that, Chifuyu knew how to leave the past in its place, besides, it wasn't a friendship he took so seriously, ending up giving preference to you and ignoring the whole situation to avoid totally unnecessary discussions.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

As much as it may not seem like it, Manjiro can be somewhat possessive and jealous when it suits him, seeing someone flirting with you made him deeply irritated, even more so when it was someone he was close to.

After discovering through an affair that you and that friend of his had already had a relationship in the past, Manjiro immediately became jealous.

"Um? You and him? Ewww!" He would say, dissatisfied with the situation, Manjiro didn't seem to be serious, but he was somewhat angry about this past.

"Good thing you're mine now, aren't you? Say, you're just mine." Manjiro would make you say what he wanted until he was satisfied with your speech.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

"Have you already been with him? You have a bit of questionable personal taste, don't you? I believe I'm the only exception." Rindou would say ironically about such a discovery, he would be jealous, however, he would just pretend to be accustomed, certainly using this fact to bother you from time to time with unfunny jokes.

He would be uncomfortable seeing you together after finding out about your past and he would also be impatient when he heard anyone flirting with you.

Rindou wouldn't mind to a certain extent, as he always made a point of showing everyone who you belong to, despite being the type who doesn't give a shit, the younger Haitani doesn't mind treating certain matters seriously, for that reason , he would not allow any more advances from his friend.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Ran is certainly not the type of guy who hides his jealousy when something really bothers him, despite not seeming to care about what happens around him, Haitani pays attention to every behavior and actions of the people who are by his side.

He would be uncomfortable seeing his friend flirting with you and would become even more jealous when he found out that you had been in a relationship in the past.

"First of all, ew! What did you see in this guy? I know he's my "friend" but I'm sure I'm much better." Ran would say mockingly, somewhat disbelieving the fact that you had already had a relationship with that person.

Ran would no longer allow flirting or anything like that, now, you belonged only to him and he made a point of making that very clear, he didn't care that much about his friendships, for that reason, in a way, Ran would give you priority.

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[fuck-customers]

Fucking why. Customer comes up in the middle of dinner rush and the first words out of his mouth are: "I just wanted to say, I'm disappointed" which you just know is gonna go into a long rant. So I'm trying to juggle serving people their food and listen to him bitch while he's holding up the register, going on his spiel about how he was dissatisfied with the portion sizes. And honestly? I get it. I think our portion sizes for certain things suck. It's something I've been suggesting to my boss we need to adjust for ages. But thats the thing, I as an employee have no power. I can make suggestions, but aside from putting my own job in jeopardy by idfk striking or something I can't do much more then that (and god knows I don't give enough shits abt the customers to risk my own income for them). So I tell him where the suggestion box is, where he can find channels to contact corporate and advise him to forward any complaints he has there and he's like, "No, YOU have to tell them. I've made complaints there before and it's useless. You employees have to say something"

At this point I'm over getting yelled at for things beyond my control so I just straight up tell him that I have even less power then the stupid box in what decisions my bosses make and there's nothing I can do for him. Ik I probs should've just said "I'll do that right away sir :)" to end the conversation n make him feel like he got what he wanted, but fuck that. I'm not getting 'called out' for following a policy I didn't even make. Cherry on top was him pulling the whole "Well you've just lost a customer" as he was leaving. Okay? And?? Lose one, ten more come in to take their place. Big woop.

Bottom line is, stop fucking getting pissy with employees over issues OUT OF THEIR CONTROL. Prices, portion sizes, changes to the business, none of that shit is up to us! If you have a problem with it find the fucking corporate email and go there! Stop bitching at us like we're the ones running the show, we just fucking work here.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[ominoose]

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭

Pairing: Blue Jones x Reader Blurb: Blue does your makeup for you since you suck at it apparently. Warnings: None, it's fluff. WC: O.6K

The vibrations of the music tickled your fingers as they laid splayed over the chairs worn leather armrests, muffled by the walls of the dressing room, yet still loud enough to be felt. Blue’s breath fanned across you face, humming along absentmindedly as his eyes traced over you intently, focused on each feature, each detail. He was so close you could see his nostrils flare softly with each breath.

Blue had been dissatisfied with your makeup skills for a while. At first he only quirked an eyebrow when he gave you a once over before your first performance. Then it escalated into a pointed look, then a sigh, a tensing of his sharp jaw and now this. He’d found you an hour before your set, one of the few shows on a slow Tuesday night and seated you in front of a vanity, turning the chair so your back was to the mirror as he leaned down and looked you over.

“I’ve had enough of you embarrassing me in front of customers because you use eyeliner like a fucking crayon.” He mutters bluntly, dark eyes flickering over your face one last time before turning towards the vanity, going through your supplies, the sound of plastic clattering across the wooden surface was the only noise besides the remnants of the club's music.

His hand pushes lightly on your forehead, tilting your head back to find a comfortable position to leer over you properly as he starts applying primer to you, dabbing it all over your face with a warm, rough thumb. Despite the usual ferocity of the man, and the way he held your chin firmly, his touch wasn't rough. It certainly wasn't light, but he applied everything to you with uncharacteristic gentleness you didn't often see from him.

Blue moved through the motions, more practiced than you'd have expected as he brushed foundation onto you, rubbing a light counter under your cheek bones. His dark eyes were intense as they kept on you, like a painter eyeing his muse. "Stop blinking." He snipped as he applied eyeshadow to your eyelids, the constant tapping of the brush to get off the excess powder was oddly soothing. You pouted, but shut your eyes as he commanded, resigning yourself to be his personal little barbie doll.

The way he tenderly dabbed glitter on with a single finger, the warm breathes that tickled at your nose when he got close and the way he held your chin so delicately had your skin erupting in goosebumps. Such a soft moment was quite off-brand for him, but as he dragged a creamy lipstick over your bottom lip, staring down at you with an almost fond look in his eyes, you yearned for more. Yearned to be treated like you were his frail little doll, something he didn't want to break.

"There. Don't you just look beautiful." He cooed, the usual cheshire grin curled at Blue's lips as he stood back from you, tilting his head to marvel at his work.

"If I had more time on my hand's I'd come baby you like this more often, but I'm going to trust you to learn how to do your makeup like a big girl and not look like a five year old that got into mommy's makeup bag." Blue spoke over his shoulder to you as he buttoned up his sparkly suit jacket, already dismissing you to run other business as he walked out of the room. He stopped once he got to the door, glancing back at you, a proud smirk on his face as he bit his lips and admired you before he finally left.

Maybe you could get away with messing your makeup up just a few more times.

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