#Barista Simulator

[transfem-tripfan]

They be chill until I say I’m grinding beanus then they litter my shop with cigarettes and clone my trays :(

[xboxissues]

New Xbox Games for October 23rd to October 27th 2023

[cyberstorm189]

I think Sega looked at Shadow and all his cool outfits he's had so far this year...

And then said "OH NO! He's got too much drip now! We need to take it down a notch!"

So now we have Starbucks Barista Shadow.

[farmlesbians]

anyone want to cover my shift tomorrow

[lunarianbeams]

was working solo on pit today (and also kinda on bar) and kept the timer under 1:30 for most of it 😌

[dokyeomini]

this week was so fucking stressful im glad it's over

[orphancookie69]

Nintendo Switch: Coffee Talk

I last played this on Xbox from Game Pass, and it was lovely. I believe that the person who made it recently passed as well? Anyways, how did this come back up? My sister wanted a nice easy going game that was a different pace from Dragon’s Dogma. Let’s jump in. 

Coffee Talk is a game about listening to people’s problems and helping them by serving up a warm drink out of the ingredients you have in stock. It is a game that depicts lives as humanly as possible, while having a cast that is more than just humans. More info here: https://www.nintendo.com/store/products/coffee-talk-switch/

My Thoughts On The Game: 

The price was on sale for $7, full price is $13. At full or sale price, there is a lot of value to this game. And there is a demo to boot! We love “Try Before You Buy”! And there is an official website for this game! Honestly, since I have played the game before, I actually have a different perspective when writing a review. 

How so? Well, the game sets the scene and throws you right into your shop as a barista. You talk to people and make drinks. It is that simple and that hard. Funny enough, it is probably drinks you have ordered yourself in real life, but do you know how to make your own order? The game has been out long enough, that if you don’t know how to make something-you can google it. But funny enough, you never know how much money you make in a day or how much you charge your customers. It is sometimes, not about the money. 

I love this game and was super happy to see it getting a sequel coming out soon! There is an “Coffee Talk Episode 2: Hibiscus & Butterfly” coming out on 4/20/23...Stay Tuned! The world full of not just humans is kind of refreshing too. Is it too soon to call it home? This is a great game, if you like a slow pace game in your collection. Have you played this game yet? Would you replay it on a new system? Inquiring minds want to know! 

[cindytoast404]

hatchetfield dashboard simulator

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whoever got the last tickets to mamma mia i hope you fucking die

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I have good news for you, op!

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🌺cryingonthefloor-deactivated20210424

running for honey queen this year, wish me luck!!!

🛍️ queenb-deactivated20210503

Alright, Liz Cunningham from Clivesdale.

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GUYS OP JUST GOT DRIVEN OUT OF TOWN WHAT LMAO

🪶birdwatcher Follow

To be fair, she was from Clivesdale. Anyway, respect for whoever got rid of her. You’re an icon.

🪻thetheoristsofhatchetfield Follow

oh my god this post is so interesting. there’s doxxing. both original commenters are now missing or dead. did some research and apparently the honey queen pageant winners have kept turning up missing every year. what is going on over there

☁️floatingupabove Follow

that’s just the average beauty pageant experience

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🐽theonewhofeastsinthedark Follow

cannibalism 👍

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📱alicewoodward Follow

does anyone else think we should shut down watcher world? i mean that place has gotta be violating at least 5 different safety rules, right

💜blinky’s-sniggles-deactivated20200104

ihaven’t eaten in a week! ::)

📱alicewoodward Follow

jesus christ don’t you guys have like. a union or something

💜blinky’s-sniggles-deactivated20201004

we would, but then he’d get mad! :::)

📱alicewoodward Follow

god. can someone get these bitches a lawyer

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Hi, Gary Goldstein, Attorney at Law-

📱alicewoodward Follow

does this town really only have one lawyer

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This is your friendly reminder to tell a Watcher World employee if you see a sniggle acting against the rules. This includes accessing social media of any kind, including tumblr. It is forbidden by the Watchers, and any sniggles caught using it will be reprimanded.

On another note, ticket prices are now 50% cheaper! Stop by for a weekend of fun. You’ll never want to leave!

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🪴emma-the-crabby-barista Follow

some guy just walked into beanies and just ordered a cup of black coffee for once. see this is how it should be. no fancy drinks, make my life easier. tall random stranger i am in love with you

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update: we’re dating

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🖼️ horror-lover Follow

okay but why is wiggly kinda… 😳😳

☁️ floatingupabove Follow

THE DOLL??!???

🍏 uncle-wiley Follow

I literally sold my soul for that bastard and this still threw me for a loop.

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Why is there blue in my hot chocolate.

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i recommend you drink it!!! :)

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…Okay.

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i feel like singing.

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[gyorouis]

𐙚 WALTZ OF FOUR LEFT FEET.

— he fakes a smile as he watches you dance with somebody else.

genre: angst, strangers to friends to almost lovers to strangers again :>>

pairing: barista!kai x afab!reader

warning: none (?) lmk if i forgot anything

wordcount: 4.1k

now playing: shirebound & busking — waltz of four left feet ୨ৎ

the mellow music drifts through the open door, a soft invitation into the dimly lit room. kai steps inside, his eyes scanning the crowd, seeking you out. when he finally spots you, his heart skips a beat. you wave at him with a smile that could light up the darkest night, and he waves back, though his eyes linger on you, captivated by the way you move with your date. not him. not him and his heart being hopelessly in love with you.

how did he end up here, watching from the sidelines?

it was a sunny day in early spring when you first walked into the small bakeshop tucked away in a quiet corner of town. the scent of freshly baked bread and pastries wafted through the air, a comforting aroma that drew you in. you were a regular, often stopping by for a quick snack or a coffee on your way home from school.

as you approached the counter, you noticed a new face behind it. a boy with a friendly smile and dark, curly hair. he wore an apron that read “huening’s bakeshop” and seemed to be struggling to tie it properly. you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.

“need some help with that?” you asked, stepping up to the counter.

kai looked up, startled, and then laughed. “yeah, it’s my first day here. my dad’s making me learn the ropes. i’m kai, by the way.”

“nice to meet you, kai. i’m y/n. and don’t worry, i’m a pro at tying aprons,” you said, reaching over to help him.

as you tied the apron, you felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if you had known him for years. kai’s eyes sparkled with gratitude. “thanks, y/n. what can i get for you today?”

“i’ll have my usual—a cinnamon roll and a strawberry latte,” you replied with a smile.

kai nodded, jotting down your order. “coming right up. so, you come here often?”

“yeah, i’m a regular. best cinnamon rolls in town,” you said, glancing around the cozy shop.

kai grinned. “i’ll take that as a compliment. my dad’s been perfecting the recipe for years.”

as you sat down to enjoy your snack, you watched kai bustle around behind the counter, his movements becoming more confident with each task. you couldn’t help but notice how charming he was, and before you knew it, you had spent almost five hours in the bakeshop, nursing the same cinnamon roll and latte.

the next day, you found yourself back at the bakeshop, and the day after that, too. it wasn’t just the pastries that kept you coming back—it was kai. there was something about him that drew you in, a magnetism that you couldn’t resist.

spring break passed in a blur of lazy mornings and warm afternoons. you and kai quickly fell into a routine, spending almost every day together. on days when he ditched his shift at the bakeshop, you’d explore the town, discovering new places and sharing laughter and secrets.

one afternoon, you convinced kai to visit the newly opened arcade house just a few blocks from your house. as you entered the vibrant, neon-lit space, you felt a rush of excitement. the sounds of clinking coins and cheerful game music filled the air.

“ready to lose?” you teased, nudging kai with your elbow.

he laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “you wish. i’m pretty good at these games.”

the two of you spent hours competing at various arcade games, from air hockey to racing simulators. each victory was met with playful banter, and each loss with exaggerated groans of defeat. by the end of the day, you were both carrying armfuls of tickets, grinning from ear to ear.

“let’s get something from the prize counter,” kai suggested, his eyes scanning the array of toys and trinkets.

you nodded, pointing to a stuffed bear that caught your eye. “how about that one?”

kai exchanged the tickets for the bear and handed it to you with a shy smile. “for you.”

you felt a flutter in your chest as you took the bear. “thanks, kai. this was fun.”

“yeah, it was,” he agreed, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual.

another day, kai invited you to his house, promising to make an entire cinnamon roll bread just for you. as you entered the cozy kitchen, you felt a sense of warmth and belonging. kai’s family welcomed you with open arms, and soon you were elbow-deep in flour and dough, laughing and chatting as you baked together.

“are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you teased, watching kai fumble with the dough.

he grinned, a smear of flour on his cheek. “of course! i’m a master baker.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “we’ll see about that.”

the two of you worked together, kneading the dough and rolling it out. kai’s hands brushed against yours occasionally, sending sparks of electricity through your skin. you tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was impossible to ignore the growing connection between you.

as the cinnamon roll bread baked, filling the kitchen with its sweet aroma, kai turned to you with a soft smile. “thanks for spending spring break with me, y/n. it’s been... really great.”

you felt your cheeks warm at his words. “i’ve had a lot of fun, too, kai. more than i expected.”

he took a step closer, his gaze intense. “i’m glad. because…”

your heart skipped a beat. “kai...”

before you could say more, the timer dinged, signaling that the cinnamon roll bread was ready. kai quickly turned to the oven, his cheeks flushed. he pulled out the golden-brown loaf, setting it on the counter to cool.

“let’s eat,” he said, his voice a bit shaky.

as things continued to unfold like a dream, each day brings you and kai closer. there was a particular afternoon that stood out, one that made your heart race with an intensity you hadn't felt before. you and kai had decided to have a picnic at a nearby park, the sun casting a warm, golden glow over everything.

as you sat on the checkered blanket, enjoying the snacks you’d brought, a gentle breeze picked up, blowing a few strands of your hair across your face. kai reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek as he tucked the stray hairs behind your ear. the touch was electric, sending a shiver down your spine.

“there,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours.

you felt your cheeks heat up, and for a moment, you both just stared at each other, the world around you fading away. kai leaned in slightly, and you felt your breath hitch, your heart pounding in your chest. but just as his lips were about to touch yours, he pulled back, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks.

“sorry,” he mumbled, looking away.

you shook your head, your voice barely above a whisper. “don’t be.”

the moment passed, but the tension between you remained. neither of you had the courage to talk about it, to define what was happening between you. instead, you continued to spend your days together, a mix of unspoken words and lingering touches.

every night, as you lay in your bed, you replayed the moments of the day in your mind. you knew this wasn’t just a friendship, and you were certain kai felt the same way. it was a comforting thought, even as it filled you with a longing you couldn’t quite name.

as the end of spring break approached, you both knew that things would change once school started again. you wondered if the magic of your time together would fade in the harsh light of reality. kai seemed to share your concerns, his usual cheerfulness tinged with a quiet uncertainty.

“so, back to school tomorrow,” you said one evening as you walked together by the beach.

kai nodded, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “yeah. it’s going to be different.”

“do you think... things will change between us?” you asked hesitantly.

he stopped walking and turned to face you, his expression serious. “i don’t want them to. do you?”

you shook your head. “no, i don’t.”

he smiled, a small, hopeful smile that made your heart ache. “then let’s not let it. let’s keep this, whatever it is.”

“okay,” you agreed, feeling a sense of relief.

the first day back at school was a whirlwind of classes and catching up with friends. you tried to keep your promise to kai, to hold onto the special connection you’d built over the break. but then taehyun threw everything into chaos.

it was during lunch when taehyun approached you, his usual entourage nowhere in sight. he looked uncharacteristically nervous, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“y/n, can we talk?” he asked, his voice unusually soft.

“sure,” you replied, curiosity piqued.

he led you to a quieter corner of the schoolyard, taking a deep breath before speaking. “i’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now. i like you, y/n. a lot.”

you stared at him, stunned. taehyun, your rival, was confessing to you? it didn’t make sense. “taehyun, i...”

“i know this is sudden,” he continued, “and maybe you don’t feel the same way, but i had to tell you. i couldn’t keep it to myself anymore.”

you bit your lip, your mind racing. you thought of kai, of the delicate bond you were trying to nurture. telling him about this would only complicate things. “taehyun, i appreciate you telling me, but i need some time to think.”

he nodded, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. “i understand. take all the time you need.”

you kept taehyun’s confession to yourself, unsure of how to tell kai. you didn’t want to hurt him or jeopardize what you had. but the secret weighed heavily on you, creating a rift between you and kai that neither of you acknowledged.

“everything okay?” kai asked one afternoon as you walked home together.

you forced a smile. “yeah, just a lot on my mind with school and all.”

he gave you a concerned look but didn’t press further. “if you ever need to talk, you know i’m here, right?”

“i know,” you said, feeling a pang of guilt.

the days passed in a blur of schoolwork and stolen moments with kai. you couldn’t help but notice the way taehyun watched you, his gaze filled with unspoken words. it only added to your confusion and the growing tension between you and kai.

one evening, kai invited you to the bakeshop after hours. the place was empty, save for the two of you. he had a tray of freshly baked cinnamon rolls waiting, the familiar scent filling the air.

“thought we could have a little spring break reunion,” he said with a smile, handing you a warm roll.

you took it, smiling back. “thanks, kai. this is perfect.”

as you ate, the conversation flowed easily, just like it had during spring break. but there was an underlying tension, an unspoken question hanging in the air.

“y/n,” kai said suddenly, his voice serious, “is there something you’re not telling me?”

you looked down at your hands, the guilt bubbling to the surface. “kai, i...”

before you could continue, the door to the bakeshop swung open, and taehyun walked in. he looked between you and kai, his expression unreadable.

“sorry to interrupt,” he said, his tone tense. “but i needed to talk to y/n.”

the end of the school year was approaching, and with it, prom night. the excitement was palpable throughout the school, with everyone buzzing about dresses, tuxedos, and the magical evening to come. you had been quietly hoping that kai would ask you to be his date, your heart fluttering every time you saw him.

each night, you would find yourself praying for kai to make a move, to finally ask you to the spring dance. you imagined how perfect it would be, to finally have your feelings for him out in the open, to dance with him under the twinkling lights and let everything else fall away.

meanwhile, kai was struggling with his own set of emotions. he had been trying to muster the courage to ask you to prom, but each time he attempted to broach the subject, you would deftly change the topic. it wasn’t that you weren’t interested—it was just that you were terrified of revealing how you really felt. your feelings for kai were so intense and confusing that you didn’t know how to express them without risking rejection or ruining the friendship you had.

one afternoon, kai was sitting at his usual spot in the school courtyard, his gaze distant as he stared at the ground. his friends, beomgyu and kai, were chatting animatedly about their plans for prom.

“so, have you asked anyone to the dance yet?” beomgyu asked kai, nudging him playfully.

kai shook his head, his nerves on edge. “not yet. still trying to figure out the right moment.”

“come on, man. just go for it. you’ve been thinking about it for weeks,” beomgyu urged.

kai sighed, looking down at his hands. “it’s not that simple. every time i try to talk about it with y/n, she changes the subject. i don’t know if she’s interested or if she’s just avoiding the topic.”

beomgyu looked at kai with a knowing smile. “sounds like you’re overthinking it. maybe she’s waiting for you to make the first move.”

kai frowned. “but what if she’s not interested? i don’t want to make things awkward between us.”

“you won’t know until you try,” beomgyu said encouragingly. “and if you don’t ask her, you’ll never find out.”

kai nodded slowly, still unsure. the fear of rejection gnawed at him, and the last thing he wanted was to risk what little time he had left with you before graduation.

two weeks before prom, you found yourself sprawled across kai's bed, the familiar comfort of his room and the soft tunes from the radio enveloping you. the scent of cinnamon rolls filled the air, and you took a bite of the sweet pastry kai had made just for you. it was a ritual you cherished, a small piece of normalcy in a sea of uncertainties.

you had been mulling over how to broach the subject of prom with kai. the subtle hints you had dropped over the past few weeks had not yielded any clear response from him. you decided to take a leap of faith, hoping that he might finally address the topic.

“kai,” you began, your voice soft but steady, “do you have any plans for the prom dance?”

kai’s demeanor shifted instantly. he sat up straighter, his eyes widening slightly. he looked at you, his expression a mix of surprise and anxiety. you could almost see the gears turning in his mind as he struggled to find the right words.

“uh, well,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, “i haven’t really thought about it much. i mean, i guess... i was thinking of just going as a regular attendee.”

his hesitation was palpable, and you felt a pang of disappointment. you had hoped for a clearer answer, a sign that he was planning to ask you, but instead, his response seemed to suggest otherwise. you forced a smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“oh,” you said, trying to keep your tone light. “because, actually, i was thinking of asking taehyun to be my partner.”

kai’s face fell as if you had slapped him. his eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he looked as though his world had shattered. the mention of taehyun, someone he knew you had a complicated history with, seemed to hit him harder than you had anticipated.

“t-th-that’s great then,” kai said, his voice trembling slightly. “i’m sure he’ll be a good partner. i... i don’t really have any plans, so i’ll just be attending.”

his smile was strained, and the awkward silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words. the room felt smaller, the weight of kai’s unspoken feelings pressing down on both of you. you could see the hurt in his eyes, and it made your heart ache.

“i think... i should go home,” you said quietly, standing up. “it’s getting late.”

kai nodded, his expression a mix of sadness and resignation. “yeah, okay. i’ll see you around.”

you left his house with a lump in your throat, tears threatening to spill. once you were home, you collapsed into your mom’s arms, the pain of unspoken words and unrealized hopes overwhelming you. you cried softly, your teenage heart feeling as though it was breaking for the first time.

back at kai’s house, the evening had turned somber. he sat with his dad outside, the cool night air offering little solace. kai stared at the stars, his thoughts a jumble of regret and self-reproach. he had wanted to ask you to prom, but his fear and uncertainty had held him back.

“dad,” kai finally said, his voice barely above a whisper, “i messed up. i wanted to ask y/n to prom, but i couldn’t bring myself to do it. now she’s planning to go with taehyun.”

his dad, sensing the depth of kai’s pain, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. he didn’t need to say anything—his presence and the shared silence spoke volumes. they sat together, the unspoken understanding between them a quiet testament to kai’s heartbreak.

kai’s thoughts swirled around the missed opportunity and his own cowardice. he had let his fears prevent him from expressing his true feelings, and now it felt like it was too late. the night passed in a haze of regret, kai’s heart heavy with the weight of his unspoken love and the realization of what he had lost.

the days after that night seemed to stretch on endlessly, each one marked by a heavy silence between you and kai. the once-easy conversations and warm smiles had been replaced by a stilted, almost uncomfortable formality. you would exchange polite hellos if you happened to run into each other in the neighborhood, but there was an unmistakable distance between you now.

one morning, you were walking to the corner store when you saw kai coming from the opposite direction. your heart skipped a beat, hoping for some semblance of the old familiarity. you offered a tentative smile, but kai’s response was a brief nod, his eyes quickly averting to the ground. the warmth you had once felt in his presence seemed to be gone, replaced by a chill that made your chest ache.

often times, you would take a different route to avoid further awkward encounters. as you walked past kai’s house, you saw him through the window, his back to you as he worked on a new batch of cinnamon rolls. the sight of him, so absorbed in his task, stirred a pang of longing in your heart. you remembered the days when you would sit in his kitchen, laughing and talking for hours over those same cinnamon rolls. now, even seeing him from afar felt like a painful reminder of what had been lost.

the neighborhood that once felt like a comforting haven now seemed like a landscape of painful reminders. each time you encountered kai while walking to school or grabbing groceries, the air was thick with unspoken awkwardness.

it was thursday, you ran into kai at the local park. he was sitting on a bench, reading a book, and for a moment, you hesitated. you had hoped that time would heal the rift between you, but now, the distance felt insurmountable.

“hey, kai,” you said, trying to sound casual as you approached.

kai looked up from his book, his eyes meeting yours with a brief flicker of surprise. he gave a stiff smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “oh, hey. didn’t expect to see you here.”

“yeah, just needed some fresh air,” you replied, forcing a smile. “what are you reading?”

“just a novel for class,” kai said, his tone polite but distant. “it’s nothing special.”

the conversation fell flat, each of you searching for something to say but coming up empty. the shared history that had once bridged the gap between you now felt like a distant memory. kai shifted uncomfortably on the bench, his fingers fidgeting with the book’s cover.

“well,” you said, feeling the weight of the silence, “i should get going.”

“yeah, me too,” kai replied, standing up. “see you around.”

you both went your separate ways, the encounter leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. the closeness you had once shared was now replaced with an uncomfortable tension that neither of you knew how to navigate.

kai stood on the edge of the crowd, his heart a mixture of bittersweet resignation and tender longing. from his vantage point, he watched you dance with taehyun, the joy in your eyes evident even from a distance. the sight of you smiling, lost in the moment, tugged at the corners of his heart.

he took a deep breath, trying to steady the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. the music played softly in the background, a gentle reminder of the beauty of the night, even if he wasn’t part of it. the rhythmic beat and the laughter of the crowd seemed distant, as if he were in a bubble of his own making.

as he observed, kai couldn’t help but reflect on the past weeks—the missed opportunities, the unspoken words, and the painful realization of his own fear. he thought back to those afternoons spent in the park, the moments when he had wanted to tell you how he felt but had been paralyzed by the fear of rejection.

a gentle tap on his shoulder pulled him from his reverie. it was beomgyu, who had noticed kai standing apart from the festivities.

“hey, man,” beomgyu said, his voice carrying a note of concern. “you okay?”

kai forced a smile, though it didn’t fully reach his eyes. “yeah, I’m fine. just needed a moment to think.”

beomgyu studied him for a moment, then nodded. “it’s a tough night, huh? seeing someone you care about with someone else.”

“yeah,” kai said, his voice soft. “but i guess it’s part of life. not everything ends the way you want it to.”

beomgyu clapped him on the back. “you know, it’s okay to feel sad. but don’t let it keep you from moving forward. sometimes, the hardest things teach us the most.”

kai nodded, appreciating the sentiment but feeling the weight of his own emotions. “thanks, beomgyu.”

beomgyu offered a reassuring smile before wandering back into the crowd, leaving kai alone with his thoughts once more.

kai took a step back, finding a quiet spot away from the hustle and bustle of the prom. he leaned against a wall, the coolness of the brick grounding him as he watched you dance. the smile on your face was genuine, and it struck him how much you deserved to be happy, even if he wasn’t the one making you smile.

he let his gaze soften, allowing himself to embrace the melancholy of the moment. the heartache was real, a sharp pang that resonated deeply within him. but even through the pain, he found a strange sense of peace. it was as if he was finally coming to terms with the reality of the situation.

kai closed his eyes, letting the memories of your shared moments wash over him. the way you laughed at his jokes, the warmth of your presence, and the bittersweet taste of those cinnamon rolls. all of it was a testament to what had been, and what might have been, had he not been so afraid.

finally, with a deep breath, kai straightened up and looked back at the dance floor. his eyes met yours once more, and this time, he allowed a genuine smile to spread across his face. it wasn’t a smile of regret or sorrow, but one of acceptance and hope.

“you’re going to be okay,” he murmured to himself, the words feeling like a promise. “things will get better eventually. they always do.”

he turned away from the dance floor, making his way through the crowd with a newfound resolve. each step felt lighter, as if the burden of his heartache was slowly lifting. he knew that moving on wouldn’t be immediate or easy, but he also knew that healing would come in time.as kai exited the venue, he glanced back one last time, catching a fleeting glimpse of you laughing with taehyun. it was a moment of closure, a final acknowledgment of what had been and what could never be.

gyo's note: i had fun writing this :>> lol fyi this happened irl but i was in kai's position and i knew that the dude i liked actually liked me back through his friend :DD so yeah we're actually both coward enough to do the first move, i've already moved on tho (it was like 2 years from now???) anyway, if you made it to this part, thank you so much for reading! you will be loved. xoxo!

✮ 2024 gyorouis, all rights reserved.

[dekubreaksbones]

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🍇 Mikhail Alexandre, +18, autistic adhd, brazilian latino, non-binary bisexual, i use he/him, they/them and it/its pronouns.

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🍇 Animations: Steven Universe, Pokemon, Slugterra, Monster High (G3), The Owl House, Amphibia, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, My Little Pony, Nimona and Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure.

🍇 Games: Ensemble Stars, League Of Legends, Overwatch, Honkai Star Rail, Doki Doki Literature Club, The Arcana, Your Turn To Die, Danganronpa, Pokemon, Beast Of Bermuda, The Isle, Path Of Titans, Baldur's Gate 3, games from the Life Is Strange franchise, between others. I like simulation games, animal games, games with choices that affect the course of the story and interactive visual novels or visual novels in general.

🍇 Others: Cartoons, Animations, Rose Quartz, Harley Quinn, DC, Percy Jackson, Felps (Youtuber), Cellbit (Youtuber), Studio Ghibli, Games, RPG, Myths, Religions, Human Behavior, Autism, ADHD, Disorders And Disabilities, Dinosaurs, Animals, Alternative Fashion, Countercultures, Arts, The Color Pink, Sexuality And Gender, LGBTQIA+ Novels and Music.

BYF!

🍇 I do not support “mspec lesbians", “lesboys” and labels that contradict and disrespect identities that already exist (e.g. I do not support mspec lesbians because lesbians are non-male people who like other non-male people, saying you are an mspec lesbian is contradictory because lesbians are not from the multisexual aspect and trying to put men under the lesbian label is disrespectful), I swear a lot sometimes, i use tone indicators sometimes and i prefer that people use them with me too if they are making a joke or something like that because i’m bad with tone, i'm otherhearted and furry.

DNI!

🍇 Basic criteria (homophobic, racist, xenophobic, etc.), proshipper, hater/anti of my interests and characters that i like, anti-furry, anti-therian, radfem/radgay, transmed, anti-xenogender, anti-neopronouns, ableist, pro-israel, anti rarepair and people who doesn't know how to accept other people's opinions about things that don't hurt anyone (headcanons, ships etc that are not problematic).

Tags!

🕊 For my posts about Aphrodite i use #for aphrodite

☀️ For my posts about Apollon i use #for apollon

🍷 For my posts about Dionysus i use #for dionysus

💬 For my posts talking about random things or about hellenism i use #coffee talk

🗂 For my posts with things i did i use #barista's choice

🔁 For posts that i reblog i use #coffee refills

My accounts!

🍇 My main blog: @harleyquinnirl1

🍇 My hellenistic, polytheist and witch blog: @mikhailhellenicjournal

[hitechlatte]

Game On - Rise!Future!Donnie X GN!Reader

All 4-1 Challenge Fanfiction

Prompt: Reader continually uses TERRIBLE pick up lines on your choice of turtle, trying to drop the hint.

(I may been VERY lenient with the prompt, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless)

Warnings: Lots of Swearing

This is based in future timeline, several years after start of Kraang Invasion.

Saw some entries for this and got invested so I wanted to whip something up real quick for it lol.

ALSO WARNING! My fic is SFW and so anyone can read but a lot of the other fics in this contest are not, so just wanted to give peeps a heads up if they look at other entries, which you should if you are of age because they are rad, but warning has been given.

Challenge Hosted by: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @nittleboo @tmnt-tychou and @post-apocalyptic-daydream

Also stole puns from here: https://thedarkestroast.com/coffee-puns/#Jokes_About_Drinking_Coffee

FIC UNDER KEEP READING

Game On

Clutching tightly to the mug in your hand, your steps echoed in the corridor. It had only been your second day in the NYC safe haven and some lady named Cassandra had already found you a job on base.

And of course, even in the apocalypse, you were still working as a barista.

But at least this way you could be helpful and show your gratitude. If the recon team hadn’t found you hiding in that decrepit Stock & Shop when they did…

Well... You didn’t want to think about what could have been.

As you reached the end of the cave’s offshoot, you found a large metal door built into the natural structure of the tunnel. With a perplexed look, you gazed at the panel towards the right of the entrance and pressed the ‘call’ button.

“What.” A voice curtly snapped.

“Is this uh… Derek? Your brother Mikey said to bring you some coffee.” You told the panel.

“Ah.” The voice spoke back, “And did this brother of mine tell you to play into the role of barista by perpetuating the stereotype that those who handle coffee somehow lose their ability to correctly recall a name? If this is his poor attempt to simulate normalcy when I’m already stressed out, you can inform him I’m not amused.”

Fuck... You groaned in your mind, ecstatic to be making such great first impressions.

“Did you at least get my order right? Or is that part of your performance as well?” The voice continued.

“It’s just a double espresso. It’s kind of hard to fuck that up” You commented.

“Well at least you’re not entirely inept.” The voice groaned, “Bring it to my desk.”

As you harshly cursed at yourself, you could hear the whirls of an engine. To your left, the metal door slid open, showcasing a large cavern filled with machines and wires.

Slowly stepping into the space, your eyes tried their best to take everything in. Machines flickered and buzzed all around you, while monitors stretched across the walls. The large screens lined out routes of the kraang activity and the recon teams. As you walked deeper into the room, you could hear the clattering of a keyboard. 

Following the noise, you could see one of the turtles sitting at a desk with several monitors. Numerous windows were scattered across the screens as he fervently typed away.

“Here’s your double espresso.” You flatly commented.

“Doppio, you mean?” The turtle corrected without looking away from his screen.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m surprised you actually know what it’s called.”

“I, unlike many residing in these halls, have class.” The turtle commented, “Besides, I’m the reason we even have an espresso machine.”

You let out a soft chuckle as you turned to head out of the room. However the turtle spoke up again, stopping you in your tracks.

“Has anyone walked you through how to use your communicator yet?” The turtle asked, his nose still buried in the monitors.

Turning back with a confused look you nodded, “Yeah, I got the rundown.”

“Good. I’m adding your device to a pager. Do whatever your typical duties are unless you receive a ping from me. The kitchen should already know this, but prioritize my orders. If I pass out when I’m supposed to be monitoring missions that will not end well.”

“Is that… uh… healthy?” You inquired.

“No, but what other choice do we have?” The turtle flatly stated as he seemed to read through something on his screen.

“Touche.” You shrugged your shoulders.

You went to take another step towards the exit, but then stopped once more.

“Oh guess I should apologize about the name mix up. What um. What is it actually?”

“It’s Donatello, or maybe I should have you simply refer to me as Donnie or even D. Since that may be easier for your poor mind to remember.” Donnie mocked with a devious tone in his voice.

Two can play this game. You thought.

With a snicker you commented back, “Ah Dennis? Cool. I can remember that.”

You could hear the turtle groan as he turned his chair around to glare at you. He seemed like he was going to chew you out until he saw the grin plastered across your face.

“Oh... You were kidding.” Donnie said, as he roughly rubbed his forehead, “Just go and let me get back to my work.”

“Sure thing, Daniel.” You called back as you made your way out of the room. 

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Over the next several weeks, the purple turtle seemed to slowly warm up to you. Your quick order drop off with whatever name you chose to call him that day, eventually turned into longer chats. You’d stick around for a bit, asking him how his work was going or to share gossip you’d heard from around the settlement.

One particular morning, you walked with a pep in your step. The prior night's recon team returned with a bunch of fancy coffee grounds from a nearby Whole Foods. You couldn’t help but bask in the smells emanating from Donnie’s mug.

Typing your code into the panel of the lab door, the metal whooshed opened and you swiftly headed to Donnie’s desk.

“Morning Deiphobus. Got a batch of fancy new grounds this morning and I have a feeling you’ll really like them.” You smirked.

“I’m sorry, Deiphobus?” Donnie asked as he turned to you with a grin on his face, “What is this 1250 BCE?”

“I’m running out of names!” You exclaimed, “It’s not my fault you drink like 4 coffees a day. Besides, how is that any worse than Donatello?”

“Donatello is a classic.” The turtle said, puffing out his chest as he turned back to his monitor, “Besides, where did you even find that name?”

“Some Shakespeare book.”

“Someone’s getting desperate.”

“I’m sorry it's not like we still have google and I can look up one of those stupid 3 billion baby name lists.”

“Oh if anything I commend your research.” Donnie snickered, “I’m just surprised you can actually read Shakespeare. I thought baristas were notorious for their illiteracy.”

“You’re awful.”

“Or maybe you’re just jealous you’re not as witty as myself.”

“If anything you’re jealous! I’m hella whitty.” You quickly defended.

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh it’s Game On, asshat.” You laughed, “Just wait, next time you see me you won’t know what hit you.”

A few hours passed when you heard your pager ping again. With a smirk, you whipped up his doppio and proudly made your way over to the lab.

As you reached his desk, you loudly cleared your throat. The noise caused the turtle to turn his chair and meet your gaze.

“Yes?” He asked.

“I, as I’m sure you’re well aware, am incredibly witty.” You said as you held the mug close to your chest.

“Uh-huh.”

“And someone as witty as myself, knows when a schtick has to end. So here is my new proposal.”

Donnie gave you a look of disbelief as he waited.

“Hello there, Donnie.” You began.

“Ah, my actual name. How witty. He said sarcastically.”

“Shush. That’s not it. Let me finish.” You flailed.

The purple turtle rolled his eyes as he leaned his elbow on his desk and propped up his chin.

“I just wanted to say… I made this cup of coffee, espresso-ly for you.”

The purple turtle stared at you, his eyes going wide.

"No." He said.

"Yes." You smirked.

“Oh god please no!” Donnie groaned loudly and buried his face in his desk. 

Your laughing echoed throughout the room as you nearly spilled his drink. Placing the mug down on the desk, you clutched onto your stomach and tried to stifle your laughter.

“Oh- oh that was too perfect. Leo was so right.” You cackled.

“Of course he’s in on this.” Donnie mumbled into the desk.

“Hey, he's the hero of this story. He’s the one who gave me the book.”

Donnie sat up straight and gave you a perplexed look, “Book?”

“Oh yeah, you know that run to the library last week? Leo found a book of ten thousand puns.”

“T-ten- THOUSAND?” Donnie could barely choke out.

“Yep!” You smirked, “And there’s a whole chapter just dedicated to coffee.”

Donnie groaned as he planted his face back down onto the desk.

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Each pun got progressively worse as you made your way through the list. Occasionally a joke would elicit a slight chuckle from the aloof purple turtle, but the other 90% of the time, he would simply groan or threaten to have you kicked out of base.

However, as the next few days turned into weeks, you began running out of material.

Or well… Material you felt comfortable using.

One section in the coffee chapter was titled Coffee Puns About Love and Romance. Every time you searched for a line to use, you always quickly skipped past that portion of the list. 

But, desperate times call for desperate measures.

Selecting the least aggressive pick up line from the options provided, you made your way over to his lab.

As you reached his desk, you placed the mug down on the surface without a word and sighed harshly.

“Ah, has the day come? Have you finally exhausted that grotesque list?” Donnie chuckled as he turned to you.

“No. But we are scraping the bottom of the barrel now.”

“Oh?”

Shaking out your hands and taking another breath you stared at the turtle. Your lips were reluctant, but you were able to form the words.

“You’re brew-ti-ful.”

His eyes went wide and his face blushed a harsh red.

“Oh god.” He groaned, “Please tell me ‘bottom of the barrel’ doesn’t mean the only puns left are awful pick up lines.”

“I mean I could tell you that, but then I’d be lying.”

Donnie groaned as he roughly slapped his own face.

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The pick up lines were much more entertaining than you expected. Seeing how madly he’d blush or stammer at your commentary was adorable, and you proudly played your part. For the days you were feeling extra adventurous, you‘d even pair the line with a wink or by blowing him a kiss.

However, when the list of lines was depleted, you did everything you could to keep the game going. On your offtime, you’d sit for hours, trying to concoct more coffee based pick up lines to try on him. You even found yourself practicing in the mirror to make sure you got the words just right.

And as this next chapter of the game continued on, you soon found yourself perplexed.

You don’t know when or how it happened…

But you started meaning what you said. 

To no avail, you kept trying to pinpoint when everything changed. Was it when your generic lines became more personalized? Or was it when your supplemental teasing went from playful winks to gentle fingers tracing the edge of his jaw.

Although you couldn’t find the answer you were looking for, you did know this.

It wasn’t your fault. 

If he didn’t have such vibrant reactions, you wouldn’t have become so obsessed with the game. 

It still would have been just a game. 

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Late one night, your pager beeped at you. As you tapped on the device you groaned.

“He knows it’s 4am right?”

After slowly trudging out of bed, you lethargically made his drink and headed over to the lab.

Rubbing your eyes, you mistyped your code a few times before finally opening the door.

The turtle was hunched over his desk. The taps of the keys sounded slower than usual.

“Dude, you owe me for making me get my ass out of bed.” You yawned.

“Blame Leo.” Donnie groaned, “The idiot winded up setting off a Kraang patrol unit.”

“Everyone, okay?!” You exclaimed.

“Thankfully.” Donnie sighed, “But I lost some of my search drones. Had to play distraction for a while so they could make an escape. Everything seems calm now, but I want to stay up for a bit longer just to make sure they return safely.”

“That’s good to hear.” You sighed, “Well... here’s your drink.”

“Ahh finally run out of lines?” Donnie groggily mocked as he continued to look at the screen.

His snarky attitude woke something up inside of you. 

Leaning forward, you gently grasped his chin, turning his face to meet yours. His cheeks burned vibrantly as he stared at you. With a devious gaze, your lips curled up slightly. 

“Oh I’m sorry. I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me.” You snickered as your fingers still softly held his chin.

But while you tried to search your mind for the pun you had thought up on the way over, you couldn’t help but continually drop your gaze down to his lips. Silently cursing your tired stupor, you tried to regain focus. 

Donnie just sat there, barely breathing, as you continued to filter through your thoughts. He too, struggled to meet your gaze as his eyes continued to fall upon your lips.

However after a few more breathless moments, the line finally returned to your mind. With a slight blush on your cheeks, you smirked as you spoke.

“Words cannot express how much you mean to me.”

Both of you sat there frozen. Your eyes widened as the words left your lips. 

“Fuck I said it wrong! Sorry it’s late and-” You began to splutter.

But you were cut off by Donnie’s lips crashing into yours.

Game Over.

[marasiatheferret]

💜Yandere Smg3 Simulator💜AU

Hello everyone✋I came with another things and characters that will be in the au.

•SMG3 with colours💜

•the every single one of 10 male rivals will be like from the original game (they will have own personality).

*the 1 rival will kinda like osana but different,

*the 2 rival will be from the cooking and baking club like amai from the original,

*the 3 rival will be from drama club that Tari is a Leader in,

*the 4 rival is kinda a leader in occult club,

*the 5 rival is a leader of gimnastics and sports club,

*the 6 rival is from Saiko's gang of deliquents,

*the 7 rival is kinda a Leader of the school like megami,

*the 8 rival is from photography club,

*the 9 rival will be from gardening club,

*the 10 be that new student.

•the students will have a profile picture of themself and info too.

•Smg3 will have new eliminating and killing methods like: burn students face on stove, matchmaking with someone else, push to a speeding train, drowning in the pool, be arrested by killing someone, pushing student at the stairs, snap students neck and that's all for now.

•Smg3's rock band will be called "Wild Birds" or something like that (+Smg4 can join the band).

•the look of Smg4

•Smg3 can go out to town at night, to buy something or can work at the Coffee as Barista (he can sometimes see Smg4 working there as Waiter).

•SMG4 with colours💙

[crownedinmarigolds]

Does anyone have any game recommendations where you play a coffee barista and just make various cool coffee drinks? Similar I would guess to Chilla's art Closing Shift Incident but without the horror. 😂 I just never know where to look but I can't imagine someone hasn't made a decent coffee shop simulator!

[i-have-no-braincells]

my job is literally just playing barista simulator.

[renegadesfic]

Hello everybody new fandom new pinned new me. I am DETERMINED to establish myself as The verneider author on whatever platforms I post on SO. Here we go.

I'm Nathan, or Angel. We are a system, our main blog is @renegadessys and you can always message us there, that's also where we follow from. Our pronouns are he/it. Most of the stuff we write is highly self indulgent and written for our fictives of various characters but especially with the list that will follow lots of this is just for fun!

Our main fandom and the one we will be posting a lot for as of now is Reverse: 1999, our main ships are Schneider/Vertin, Sonetto/Vertin, Lilya/Sonetto (rarepair central LMAO), and some poly variations thereof (Vertin has two hands!!!!).

Fic ideas and links below!

EXPLICIT

1. A followup to the first smutfic I wrote on ao3, Vertin/Schneider reuniting post Storm resolution and having some wonderful heartfelt moments and then. You Know. POSTED HERE

2. A followup to that followup - several months later, their anniversary.

3. An alternative followup - Vertin wakes up from a nightmare and there is comfort and also You Know.

4. College AU - Vertin meets Schneider at a party. There may be follow up oneshots to this one! POSTED HERE

5. Vampire Schneider/Vampire Hunter Vertin AU. Mostly just insane flirting and nsfw. POSTED HERE

6. Either standalone or potentially a followup to 4: Schneider inviting Sonetto to join her and Vertin

7. Lilya and Sonetto fuck around after that one scene in the story where they do the training simulation together. (NOTE: in this fic and all other fics I write with Lilya in them I will be writing her as a non-op trans girl. This is for one of our system members' sake because that's how she identifies. Don't get weird)

8. Schneider/Vertin and Sonetto/Lilya partner/sub swap. Very simple.

9. College age Vertin meets Schneider after she and her friends visit a bar that is not expressly a gay bar but sure comes close!

NON EXPLICIT

1. Vertin being diagnosed with some variant of Hanahaki disease while in the artificial somnambulism treatments post-chapter 2. Very angsty. NOW POSTING HERE

2. Vertin/Schneider coffee shop au. Someone has to do it. Vertin is a perpetually tired college student, Schneider is a perpetually flirty barista.

3. Future domestic oneshot where Vertin and Schneider are??? Married???? Have kids??????? Idk I just live here

4. End of chapter 4, Sonetto finds out when Z's birthday is and convinces everyone to throw her a surprise party as thanks for helping Vertin and co. (NOTE: I will be referring to her as Dr. Z regardless of canon, she worked hard to get a phd in whatever weird science she does and I refuse to discount it)

5. Ghost Schneider AU. Basically Vertin is "haunted" by Schneider's ghost after the Storm takes her, presumably due to some arcanum fluctuation that sticks her to Vertin (handwaves away the details). Romance. But sad.

6. Time travel fix-it - Vertin goes back in time to try to stop Schneider's death. NOW POSTING HERE

I will update this list as I get more ideas and write these. Please send me asks or let me know if there's one in particular you want to read!