It's For Your Own Good

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Blind Date Meme



Let's face it, sometimes it's difficult finding someone to share your time, and your heart (or maybe just your body), with. Luckily for you, you have well meaning friends. Unfortunately for you, you have well meaning friends who didn't tell you this was coming. That's right. They have taken it upon themselves (and no doubt friends of friends or family members or someone else who clearly doesn't know you) to arrange a date. Without telling you.

That's right. The dreaded blind date. Which means now you've got to get through at least a reasonable amount of time with a total stranger (or maybe not a stranger if you're particularly, well, we can't say if it's lucky or not) before you can reasonably escape. Maybe it will go well. Maybe this will be the start of the rest of your lives. Maybe you'll get laid. Maybe you'll have a horror story for the ages.

No matter what plays out, though, you're here. Might as well see just how your luck is going to play out.

How to Play

1. Post your character and canon below along with any preferences. Then go back and edit your comment with the next number in order (i.e. first TL is 1, second is 2, etc)

2. Tag other TLs. If a character isn't in normal preferences, ask if they might want a date that goes poorly instead!

3. Optionally, get yourself a truly blind experience by going here and randomly generating a number. Then find the matching TL (numbered back in step one) and enjoy your blind date.

4. For more fun, use the list in the first comment for randomized date locations!

Comments

Robin Buckley | Stranger Things | 2

[work_wife]

[f/f for serious, m/f for an absolute disaster, 17-21 range, but I can age her up to college aged upon request, this definitely happened because of a well meaning member of The Party]

[thunderwarden]

[Meeting a red-head at a street fair seemed like a good idea at the time, except if it's the one currently looking over the fried goods over yonder, she's young enough to be his daughter.

Wonderful. Ah, well, the night may not be a complete bust. She seems to have good taste in food.

He takes a spot beside her looking over the menu as he runs a hand over his jaw thoughtfully.]

Deep-fried chocolate, is it? Hell of a start to an evening.

wow yeah her hair really does look auburn in that shot

[work_wife]

[Fried foods are the antithesis of all things hippie. Yes, it's not necessarily the best rebellion she's had, but it's currently a balm for the ache in her chest over the fact that today is NOT GOING AS PLANNED.

Steve had said that he had a surprise for her, and to meet him at this specific area, and she's been waiting for an hour. A full hour. Can you believe it? Someone was going to pay for this.

And then bam. Older dude with a rough voice just siddling up and yeah, she has to snort in amusement.]

I mean, the evening started long enough ago that I've decided to go out the only honorable way. Heart attack on a stick. Really, it's the caramel part of the deep fried Snickers that is really gonna get ya.

It really did lol

[thunderwarden]

Woman after my own heart. [Figuratively or literally, if the food was to dictate the rest of the evening.] Death by chocolate's as grand as any exit should be.

[He places his hands on his hips, rocking his weight to one foot as he continues to regard the strange assortment of food.]

Sorry to hear I've kept you so long. I'm usually more punctual, but I was never given a time.

[It's an assumption, he's aware.]

So, pick your poison and we'll skip dinner. Least I can do is expedite your end, seeing as I kept you waiting half the night.

[work_wife]

[Woman what now? Like, she agrees on the death by chocolate but huh? She could get behind that. But why would 'he' have kept her? What the actual factual fuck?]

Um, no offense, Choclato sir, but who the hell are you? Why are you invested in my dinner? And if I hear any lines about American states I might actually try for chocolate death.

[thunderwarden]

Cid, if it pleases you, and I'm invested because I'm pretty sure you're the lass I'm meant to meet here, though they neglected to mention-

[He breathed a sigh, crossing his arms and looking down at his boots.]

-Robin, isn't it? [He shook his head.] Look, I get it. Either I'm too old for you, which I agree on, or I'm too man for you, which is your business, or it's a combination, but, there's still an offer of a meal on the table, if you like. No reason to go home empty-handed when we were both duped.

[work_wife]

Cid.

[Okay, there are names now. That's useful. That doesn't change how awkward this is. In fact, she's really intrigued with the name being trotted out.]

You're not wrong. You're definitely too much of both of those things. So yeah, not really excited at the idea that my best friend who knows the issues there would set this up. Like, you're not what he'd offer me. Giant mysteries he'll pay for later. But if you're paying, yes, meal. Definitely.

[She needs energy to lay into Steve with.]

[thunderwarden]

[He scoffs, giving a slight shake of his head.]

Think this was a challenge, then? See how long we'll hold out before one of us caves and turns tail?

[work_wife]

Oh no. Definitely not. See, he knows I'm super stubborn. Really hard to make that sort of bet against me.

[Which means she might have just thrown down a challenge to him. That could be amusing.]

5 - Sports Bar

[dead_tongue]

[What the fuck is this.

The bar is oppressive in its masculinity, smelling of cheap beer and nachos. The decor is awful, of course, and the booth he's sitting at was probably last updated in 1974. At least there's an ashtray.

But this... this...

Is a girl sitting down.

Considering that it was a drama major setting him up, he really wasn't expecting that.

Iggy stares blatantly, cigarette burning between long fingers.]

...Robin?

[work_wife]

[She'd been told what booth to go to, but this wasn't what she was expecting. She'd heard 'Izzy' when a name had been given, and she'd assumed that was short for 'Lizzie' which was in turn 'Elizabeth' and clearly none of those things were true and there is just this... guy. There is just this guy sitting across from her.

Fuck.]

Yeah, that would be me. Um. Hi.

[In a sports bar. With a fucking guy. What the hell? She was going to throttle Nancy. Okay, she wasn't, but she SHOULD.]

[dead_tongue]

Hi.

[Okay, she looks equally surprised. Maybe she's clocked him immediately. Or maybe she just hates his shirt.

...which, how dare. Prince would kill for this blouse.]

Nice to meet you? In the most awkward way possible.

[work_wife]

[It's not the shirt. But it definitely is the pronouns inherently attached to it.]

Oh yeah, extremely awkward. So you know, if I kill my friend after this, it's not your fault.

[dead_tongue]

Obviously.

[He looks at her long and hard. She looks pretty horrified, but not like she's about to get him beaten up. Hmm.]

They probably thought we'd look cute together because of our hair.

Sooooo.

Are yooooou....?

[He trails off, twirling one hand and then taking a drag from his cigarette. Iggy has very long, slender hands and then way he moves them is expressive.]

I don't even know how I planned to finish that question, actually.

Drink? My treat.

Platonically.

[work_wife]

[Oh, he didn't even need to finish the question. The hand gestures are enough to convey the meaning. Enough for her to mimic them.]

Are you? And yes, definitely a drink.

[Though maybe there's some hope that she won't have to fend off awkwardness and they can bond over tearing their clueless friends apart.]

[dead_tongue]

Very. I watched Top Gun three times. Well. I watched the part with the volleyball three times.

[He waves over the waitress and orders a stiff drink.]

We're going to salvage this at least a little. Out of spite.

[work_wife]

[Ah. Yeah, he definitely is. And Robin feels more relaxed just like that. An understanding reached.]

Fast Times for me. That one scene. And yeah, we really are. Nice to meet someone else who gets there needs to be spite actually. Not that Nancy knows about... Fast Times and Top Gun things.

Cheryl Blossom, easily 17-whatever works, also here bc of well meaning cousin

[blossomingginger]

Her heart, Cheryl was convinced, would ache forever at the loss of Toni in her life, but as her cousin, Betty, pointed out, sometimes the best way to move on was with someone else. Cheryl was unconvinced, but she was willing to give it a shot. Especially since the girl in question was suggested by her cousin, and she was informed she went to a different school and was very different from Cheryl.

Seeing as Toni had been nearly her complete opposite, that was not a turn off in any consideration.

When she enters the milkshake shop, it might be obvious who she is, especially if Betty and Betty’s friends from Hawkins explained who Cheryl is properly. She has confidence in every well placed step from her shiny shoes, her unmistakable red hair freely swaying along with her skirt, her bright red lipstick, and even the way she tips her red, heart-shaped sunglasses to look at Robin over the top of them when she reaches the booth Robin was told to wait for her in. Cheryl's eyes look Robin over, and her lips start to curl up.

“I do hope your name is Robin,” Cheryl says with a tentative smile, “as I would hate to evict a different bird from our booth for the afternoon.”

[work_wife]

Someone explaining things to Robin, fully? Wow talk about a pipe dream. It all got missed and mostly what she'd been told was to 'watch for the red hair' which was super rare in Hawkins and she totally knew all the local red heads. So it would be super easy to pick someone new and red haired out. But it so wasn't fair that her hair was turning out to be the color of an autumn sunset and her face was just so nice with that spot of red on her lips to draw attention and...

Wow was Robin ever so tragically aware of being a lesbian before? But hey, this pretty girl was here to meet her? How was that even possible? Wasn't possible. Clearly. But no. No. The girl IS coming over. Holy fuck!

"Yeah. That's me. I'm Robin. That's what I'm named. Unfortunately after the bird, literally. Uh. Hello," she says, because already her brain is short circuiting.

[blossomingginger]

Robin speaks, and keeps going, and Cheryl laughs, almost gently, for her.

"Betty did say your friends said to warn me you could ramble," she says as she takes a seat opposite her in the booth, and removes her sun glasses completely. "That checks out."

It's not unkind, despite how she can be, sometimes.

"There's nothing unfortunate about being named after the bird. Robins are lovely," Cheryl assures her with a far more serious tone.

"Cheryl. It's a pleasure to share this booth with you. Have you ordered yet?"

[work_wife]

Oh man, they warned her? Was that a good thing or a bad thing? But the girl is still smiling and being nice so maybe not so bad?

"Not yet. I mean, would have been a shame to order if, yanno."

If no one showed. She could use that money for comfort ice cream instead. Seemed logical to her.

[blossomingginger]

"If what?" Cheryl asks, eyebrow raised, tone gaining a slight insulted air to it.

"Are you implying I wouldn't have shown? I would have at least said no instead of standing you up." It's just not in her nature to shy away from making it clear she's not interested. Never mind this is not about her, but perhaps Robin's own caution, and it's not misplaced.

"I am here. And we should order. You!" Cheryl calls on the nearest server, not caring what they were in the middle of. It was their job to food for people and take orders, after all.

"We're ready."

[work_wife]

Oh no. She offended the beauty. Damn. That's a serious mistake. Robin goes a bit pale because she's really upset she messed up so much.

"I mean, it wouldn't be a first?" she says nervously, her hands messing with the menu. "Sorry."

Never going to stop being nervous is she? Oh man. Okay. Okay, she can do this.

"Okay, uh, I promise that from this moment on I'm going to be less embarrassing."

[blossomingginger]

Wouldn't be a first? Oh no.

Cheryl reaches for Robin's hand on the menu and looks at her very seriously.

"The people that did? They're shameful scum with no backbone. And they missed out. Don't forget that."

She shakes her head. "Nonsense. You're not embarrassing." Poor Robin seems to lack confidence, well, hopefully a a little longer with Cheryl and some might rub off on her.

"I'll have a strawberry milkshake," she informs the server. "Robin?"

[work_wife]

She didn't want to seem that pathetic but in the moment... she really was. Robin takes a deep breath and refocuses herself. This will be okay. She'll be fine.

"In a place like this, they're just scared of getting found out and that I won't be worth it. And it's fine. I get it. But thank you for saying that."

She really is embarrassing. But for now the server arrives and Robin smiles.

"Chocolate banana shake for me. With whipped cream and cherries."