#pos register system

[albertacash]

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User-Friendly Interface: Our software is designed with simplicity in mind, minimizing training time for your staff.

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[manaosdeuwu]

crying throwing up the people at the big company are so nice to meeee >_<

[pikonv5]

1st of work was actually today hhh pretty good though extra worn out bc i gotta go back in tomorrow as well o_o

[cashregistersau]

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[wisesmall]

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[decolonize-the-everything]

This is not a drill

This is IMPORTANT especially if you live in the USA or use the internet REGULATED by the USA!!!!

Do not scroll. Signal boost. Reblog.

Reblog WITHOUT reading if you really can't right now, I promise all the links and proof are here. People NEED to know this.

( I tried to make this accessible but you can't cater to EVERYONE so please just try your best to get through this or do your own research 🙏)

TLDR: Homeland Security has been tying our social media to our IPs, licenses, posts, emails, selfies, cloud, apps, location, etc through our phones without a warrant using Babel X and will hold that information gathered for 75 years. Certain aspects of it were hushed because law enforcement will/does/has used it and it would give away confidential information about ongoing operations.

This gets renewed in September.

Between this, Agincourt (a VR simulator for cops Directly related to this project), cop city, and widespread demonization of abortions, sex workers, & queer people mixed with qanon/Trumpism, and fascism in Florida, and the return of child labor, & removed abortion rights fresh on our tails it's time for alarms to be raised and it's time for everyone to stop calling us paranoid and start showing up to protest and mutual aid groups.

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

These are the same feds who want to build cop city and recreate civilian houses en masse and use facial recognition. The same feds that want cop city to also be a training ground for police across the country. Cop city where they will build civilian neighborhoods to train in.

Widespread mass surveillance against us.

Now let's cut to some parts of the article. May 17th from Vice:

Customs and Border Protection (CBP) is using an invasive, AI-powered monitoring tool to screen travelers, including U.S. citizens, refugees, and people seeking asylum, which can in some cases link their social media posts to their Social Security number and location data, according to an internal CBP document obtained by Motherboard.

Called Babel X, the system lets a user input a piece of information about a target—their name, email address, or telephone number—and receive a bevy of data in return, according to the document. Results can include their social media posts, linked IP address, employment history, and unique advertising identifiers associated with their mobile phone. The monitoring can apply to U.S. persons, including citizens and permanent residents, as well as refugees and asylum seekers, according to the document.

“Babel data will be used/captured/stored in support of CBP targeting, vetting, operations and analysis,” the document reads. Babel X will be used to “identify potential derogatory and confirmatory information” associated with travelers, persons of interest, and “persons seeking benefits.” The document then says results from Babel X will be stored in other CBP operated systems for 75 years.

"The U.S. government’s ever-expanding social media dragnet is certain to chill people from engaging in protected speech and association online. And CBP’s use of this social media surveillance technology is especially concerning in connection with existing rules requiring millions of visa applicants each year to register their social media handles with the government. As we’ve argued in a related lawsuit, the government simply has no legitimate interest in collecting and retaining such sensitive information on this immense scale,” Carrie DeCell, senior staff attorney at the Knight First Amendment Institute, told Motherboard in an email.

The full list of information that Babel X may provide to CBP analysts is a target’s name, date of birth, address, usernames, email address, phone number, social media content, images, IP address, Social Security number, driver’s license number, employment history, and location data based on geolocation tags in public posts.

Bennett Cyphers, a special advisor to activist

organization the Electronic Frontier Foundation, told Motherboard in an online chat “the data isn’t limited to public posts made under someone’s real name on Facebook or Twitter.”

The document says CBP also has access to AdID information through an add-on called Locate X, which includes smartphone location data. AdID information is data such as a device’s unique advertising ID, which can act as an useful identifier for tracking a phone and, by extension, a person’s movements. Babel Street obtains location information from a long supply chain of data. Ordinary apps installed on peoples’ smartphones provide data to a company called Gravy Analytics, which repackages that location data and sells it to law enforcement agencies via its related company Venntel. But Babel Street also repackages Venntel’s data for its own Locate X product."

The PTA obtained by Motherboard says that Locate X is covered by a separate “commercial telemetry” PTA. CBP denied Motherboard’s FOIA request for a copy of this document, claiming it “would disclose techniques and/or procedures for law enforcement investigations or prosecutions”.

A former Babel Street employee previously told Motherboard how users of Locate X can draw a shape on a map known as a geofence, see all devices Babel Street has data on for that location, and then follow a specific device to see where else it has been.

Cyphers from the EFF added “most of the people whose location data is collected in this way likely have no idea it’s happening.”

CBP has been purchasing access to location data without a warrant, a practice that critics say violates the Fourth Amendment. Under a ruling from the Supreme Court, law enforcement agencies need court approval before accessing location data generated by a cell phone tower; those critics believe this applies to location data generated by smartphone apps too.

“Homeland Security needs to come clean to the American people about how it believes it can legally purchase and use U.S. location data without any kind of court order. Americans' privacy shouldn't depend on whether the government uses a court order or credit card,” Senator Ron Wyden told Motherboard in a statement. “DHS should stop violating Americans' rights, and Congress should pass my bipartisan legislation to prohibit the government's purchase of Americans' data." CBP has refused to tell Congress what legal authority it is following when using commercially bought smartphone location data to track Americans without a warrant.

Neither CBP or Babel Street responded to a request for comment. Motherboard visited the Babel X section of Babel Street’s website on Tuesday. On Wednesday before publication, that product page was replaced with a message that said “page not found.”

Do you know anything else about how Babel X is being used by government or private clients? Do you work for Babel Street? We'd love to hear from you. Using a non-work phone or computer, you can contact Joseph Cox securely on Signal on +44 20 8133 5190, Wickr on josephcox, or email joseph.cox@vice.com.

Wow that sounds bad right.

Be a shame if it got worse.

.

.

It does.

The software (previously Agincourt Solutions) is sold by AI data company Babel Street, was led by Jeffrey Chapman, a former Treasury Department official,, Navy retiree & Earlier in his career a White House aide and intelligence officer at the Department of Defense, according to LinkedIn.

🙃

So what's Agincourt Solutions then right now?

SO FUCKING SUS IN RELATION TO THIS, THATS WHAT

In essence, synthetic BATTLEVR training is a mixture of all three realities – virtual, augmented and physical. It is flexible enough to allow for mission rehearsals of most types and be intuitive enough to make training effective.

Anyway the new CEO of Babel Street (Babel X) as of April is a guy named Michael Southworth and I couldn't find much more on him than that tbh, it's all very vague and missing. That's the most detail I've seen on him.

And the detail says he has a history of tech startups that scanned paperwork and sent it elsewhere, good with numbers, and has a lot of knowledge about cell networks probably.

Every inch more of this I learn as I continue to Google the names and companies popping up... It gets worse.

Monitor phone use. Quit photobombing and filming strangers and for the love of fucking God quit sending apps photos of your actual legal ID to prove your age. Just don't use that site, you'll be fine I swear. And quit posting your private info online. For activists/leftists NO personally identifiable info at least AND DEFINITELY leave your phone at home to Work™!!!

[avis-writeshq]

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader genre: established relationship warnings: mentions of assault, tiny bar fight, mentions of alcohol consumption a/n: i wasn't really sure how much i liked this, but i hope you guys do! i wanted to post something because i won't be online much for finals :( wc: 1.16k

You meant it when you offered to get the drinks for the table. You offer to do the first round: four rum and cokes, whiskey (neat, because Aaron would rather get his money’s worth) and whatever bright pink concoction Penelope ordered written neatly in purple glittery gel pen on an old receipt. Rossi’s glass of wine that he ordered costs double the entire order, and Spencer orders an Arnold Palmer. 

“Did you want to start a tab?” The bartender asks kindly, her pretty green eyes framed by dark brown hair clipped by a barrette. 

“Oh! Um, sure.” You smile, gesturing to the booth where the rest of the team were sitting at. “You can put it down for that table.”

She nods, tapping a few buttons on her POS system before looking back up at you. “There’s already a card for that table. Under… Aaron Hotchner?”

Your brows lift in surprise at her words, a laugh of disbelief leaving your lips. “Of course he did. That’s fine, thank you.”

You return carrying a tray of far too many drinks, setting them down with a soft sigh of relief. Everyone takes their respective drinks while Aaron pulls you into his side, his thigh pressing against yours as he lets his lips linger on the side of your head. 

“Thank you for that,” he murmurs lowly into your ear, squeezing at the flesh of your waist. His other hand swirls his whisky around the glass. “Did you carry them alright?”

“Mm. I’ll have to go back to get Penny’s drink. The lady at the bar said it’ll be in a couple minutes or so because the order was so specific.” You’re smiling at him despite your original annoyance. “I meant it when I said that I would treat everyone to the first round of drinks.”

“I meant it when I said that I would take care of you,” he responds simply. “The drinks they ordered was more than just a pretty penny.”

From the corner of your eye you spot the bartender waving you over, and you laugh before  pressing a soft kiss against Aaron’s face. “I’ll be right back, handsome.”

You really did mean it when you said that you would be right back. With a napkin wrapped around the cocktail glass, you turn around to make your way back to the table when a voice catches your attention. 

“Pretty drink for a pretty girl,” the man comments, and it takes a second for it to register in your mind. 

“Oh. Thank you, it’s for my friend and she is really pretty.” You smile politely. Wrong move.

“Not as pretty as you, I’m sure,” he continues, his eyes gleaming in your direction. You don’t really appreciate the way he thinks that his words are a proper compliment. “Let me buy you a drink, sweetheart. The name’s Colby.”

“That’s alright, I really do need to get back to my group.” You take a hesitant step away but he takes another step forward. 

This is dangerous, how close this stranger is. Anxiety wells in your throat and your stomach drops with nerves. 

“Just one drink,” Colby insists, inching closer. “C’mon, sweetheart, don’t be such a stick in the mud.”

“I don’t need one,” you say, searching for  your voice. “Excuse me…”

Colby scowls, taking a step forward as he tries to prevent your escape. His fingers graze against your side dangerously close to the waistband of your pants and you can’t help but jolt, the glass slipping from your grasp and shattering against the cold tile of the bar floor. Your heart plummets to your stomach as the man grunts in frustration. 

“Look at what you did,” he snaps, shaking the drink off his hands. His eyes are dangerous as he glares at you, his hand lunching up and out, aiming directly for your arm. “You little–”

“That is enough.”

You almost cry out in relief when you see Aaron step in front of you, effectively shielding you away from the assault. He’s big and tall, and though you do not see him upset very often, it is even rarer for you to see him angry and mean. 

Aaron stretches to his full height, his eyes narrowed and his gaze dark. He stares down this man– this pathetic excuse of a human being– with the same hatred and disgust as he does with the unsubs he faces on the daily. 

“Oi, back off, would ya?” Colby sneers, crossing his arms over his chest. Aaron has half the mind to think that he would start stomping around like a petulant child. 

For once, Aaron wastes no time digging into his suit pocket and pulling out his badge, a grim look on his face. “FBI. If you make one more comment or so much as glance in her direction again, I will be arresting you and taking you in for custody before you can breathe your next breath. Do you understand me?”

The silence is almost deafening and Aaron finds his patience withering with every passing second. 

“I said, do you understand me?”

“Fuck you,” Colby snaps, drunkenly lunging with his fists clenched to clock Aaron in the face.

Aaron resists the urge to roll his eyes as he handcuffs Colby’s arms behind his back, dragging him out of the bar. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court…”

Everything after that is a blur. The bar awards you and the rest of the team free drinks and food for the remainder of your stay, and Colby is taken off to the nearest police precinct in record time. Regardless of all the delicious food, your appetite no longer exists as you curl into Aaron’s side, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders. 

“Are you alright?” He murmurs, his lips grazing lightly against your forehead. “I’m sorry that something like that happened. You didn’t deserve to go through that.”

“You didn’t deserve to almost be punched in the face,” You respond back, a wry smile spreading across your lips.

He laughs, squeezing your shoulder. “He was punching air, sweetheart. I don’t really know where he was aiming, but there was no way that he was going to actually hit me.”

Aaron watches you, the way you turn away from him and pick at your fingers. He exhales after a moment, dipping his head to meet your woeful gaze. “None of this–” he gestures to where one of the staff members is carefully cleaning up the broken glass– “is your fault. I hope you understand that. What happened was not your fault and you shouldn’t blame yourself for someone else’s actions.”

His words make you smile a little and you can’t help but press a soft kiss against his cheek. “Yeah. You’re lovely, Aaron, you know that?”

“I could say the same for you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, squeezing your shoulder again. “You’re the loveliest.”

reblogs are always appreciated!

[posplaza]

POS System: A Technological Boon for Retail Businesses

The point of sale (POS) system permeated the world of retail business and made its place by the onset of the 20th century. It has become an essential solution to manage business operations, regardless of the size of the business. James Ritty of Ohio invented the first point of sale (POS) system - the cash register, in 1879. Since then, the demand for wholesale cash registers was at its peak. With time, these bulky devices evolved into a more compact system that we now know as the point of sale (POS) system. Unlike cash registers, that were just capable of processing payments, the compact and modernised point of sale (POS) system developed into a multi-functional solution that is programmed to perform numerous other functions like tracking and managing inventory, building and maintaining customer relationships, tracking and managing employee performances, generating and analysing sales reports, and others. This made business operations simple and streamlined which in turn made running a business seamlessly.

To read the full article follow the link below:

https://www.posplaza.com.au/pos-system-a-technological-boon-for-retail-businesses/

[albertacash]

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The Power of POS Software System in Alberta: Alberta Cash Register's POS register system is an indispensable tool for businesses looking to optimize their sales processes. Designed specifically for businesses in Alberta, this system helps you manage transactions, track inventory, and maintain accurate sales records. With features tailored to various industries, their POS software caters to the specific needs of retail stores, restaurants, and other establishments.

Embrace Efficiency with Cash POS System: Gone are the days of traditional cash registers that only record transactions. Alberta Cash Register's modern POS software enables faster and more efficient transactions, reducing wait times for customers and ensuring a seamless checkout process. The user-friendly interface allows your staff to serve customers more effectively, leading to increased customer satisfaction.

The Perfect Cash Register POS System for Sale: If you're looking for a top-quality cash register POS system for sale in Alberta, look no further. Alberta Cash Register offers a range of reliable and robust systems that cater to businesses of all sizes. From small businesses to large enterprises, their POS solutions are scalable and customizable to meet your unique requirements.

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[thatlovinfeelin]

He Don't Like The Lights | Bradley Bradshaw Actor AU|

Waiting tables wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t your favorite job either. Not that you hated it, because you didn’t. For the most part you liked your coworkers, your roommate Celeste being one of them. Your bosses weren’t horrible, and the pay was alright. You were able to pay your bills and stash some extra cash away for savings. Soon, or at least you hoped it would be soon, you would be able to move out of the somewhat shitty place with Celeste and get a better apartment. Maybe even leave Virginia altogether. 

“Hey, I need you to take table five.” 

“But it’s not in my section tonight,” You argue with your manager. 

“Just take it, okay? It's a single and you’re better with singles than Celeste,” He replied, shooing you away with his hands. 

You let out a dramatic sigh, rolling your eyes as you grabbed your waitress book and headed towards the single guy sitting at the table. You never sized up tables before you started serving them, never tried to write people off before they had a chance to show their colors. 

But you could tell that this guy was hot just by the way he was sitting with a baseball cap tugged low. He at least knew how to wear a damned hat unlike some of the guys who came in with it halfway on their heads. 

“Hi, welcome in, can I get you started with anything to drink?” You asked cheerfully as you stopped in front of him. 

The bar was relatively empty, which came as a surprise since it was a weekend and the weather was fairly nice. Maybe everyone was still out at the beach and would be in before dinner ended. Maybe you would get lucky and end up having a good tip night to make up for the shitfest that was last night. 

“Uh, just a Bud on draft if you have it.”

“Bud lite?” You question. 

“No, Buswieser, the real shit,” There’s a hint of a laugh in his voice. 

“I’ve got it in a bottle, is that okay?”

“Yeah that works,” He replies, tipping his head back to look up at you. 

It takes you a second to register who’s actually looking at you. You’ve seen those dark hazel eyes on screen plenty of times, because Cele is obsessed with his movies. However, what really takes you back is how normal he looks in an old beat up t-shirt and shorts. He doesn’t look like the glamourous actor that you’ve seen.

“I’m sorry- are you,” You stop and lick your lips. 

You aren’t nervous, because you aren’t obsessed with him. His movies are okay, and you have to admit he is more attractive in person than he is on screen. But you’ve never been one to fall face first over someone who’s in the industry, not that you’ve ever had the chance to before. 

“Are you Bradley Bradshaw?” The question comes out as a whisper as you lean down, trying to be as quiet as you can. 

He pales for a moment, waiting to see if you’re going to fully freak out on him before smiling sheepishly, “Caught that easily, huh?”

“You’re lucky it’s just me and not the other girl over there,” You inform him, “She’d be on the floor, and I know that because I live with her and share a TV with her. But since it’s just me,” you smile at him before backing away a step, “A bottle of Bud coming right up.”

He smiles and relaxes into his seat before looking back down at his phone on the table. You can’t help but smile as you make your way towards the bar and the POS system to start his ticket. 

Bradley Bradshaw is eating in the bar and no one but you knows. He just happened to be lucky enough that Celeste had the one big table and was therefore too busy to take him, even though it was her section. 

“Thanks for taking that table,” She sounds out of breath as she sets a drink tray down next to you, “I’m swamped with those fuckers over there. Tourists on vacation who want everything at that very moment. Including three Virgin Strawberry Daiquiris for the kids. I want to shoot myself.”

You smile to yourself as you make your way around to the beer cooler to grab a nice cold bottle of Bud, “Oh don’t worry about it. He shouldn’t cause any trouble anyway.”

If only she knew. 

“Here you go,” You say, sitting the open bottle down on his table, “Do you need a minute to look over the menu? Or do you have any questions?”

“What do you recommend?” He asked you, looking back up. 

“Pulled Pork Mac’n’cheese, easy,” You replied almost instantly, “Hands down my favorite dish here, after our Crab Dip appetizer, but I also eat that for a full meal.”

He smiles up at you and closes the menu before handing it back to you, “I’ll try that Pork Mac then.”

“Sounds good, I’ll get that right in!” You smile triumphantly before backing away once again, “Holler if you need anything, okay? I’ll be back to check on you before the food comes out.”

Back at the bar, Celeste is finally able to stop for a minute and catch her breath. She looks miserable and it makes you want to laugh a little. Her night would be very different if she just took Table Five instead. 

She’s hunched over her phone reading an article, which normally you would call her out on being on her phone but tonight you can’t be bothered. It’s slow enough and her phone is hidden anyway. 

“Hey, Bradshaw is up for a bunch of awards,” She grins, “He so deserves them. You remember how great he was in that war movie, right! That’s what’s being nominated.”

“Hmm?” You question before your brain seems to catch up with you, “Oh, yeah. No, he was great in that movie. Whole cast was, honestly.”

“Exactly! I hope they sweep at the Oscars, they all deserve it so much.”

You have to hide your smile as you type away on the POS to put in the order. In the back, you can hear your kitchen jamming out to some sort of heavy metal meets classic rock mix which isn’t all that unusual for them. There are some days you’ve come to work and they’ve been listening to Disney music. At this point you can’t even try to say that you understand what their playlists consist of. 

It takes ten minutes before you’re walking back over to the table with another beer in hand. You noticed he was starting to run low and you know better than to let a drink ever go empty. That was one of the first things you learned when you became a waitress. 

“Brought you another one,” You announce, setting it down. 

“Thanks, appreciate it,” He replies, “And uh, thanks for not freaking out on me. Would’ve been a bitch if I got swarmed in here.”

“No worries, I’m not a rabid fan or anything,” You laugh, “But I am curious as to why you’re here of all places. I thought you lived in LA?”

“I do,” He nods, “But this was home long before LA was. I was born here in Virginia, I like to come back and visit family from time to time.”

“Oh,” You’re taken back by his honesty. He could’ve easily told you that it was none of your business, which is what you expected, “That’s really nice actually.”

Celeste calls you, saying the kitchen wants you. Reluctantly you force yourself away from the table and towards the set of double swinging doors in the middle of the bar. Something about Bradley Bradshaw is drawing you in and you aren’t sure if you want to resist it or not. Surely he wouldn’t remember your name in a few hours. He’d forget about the server from Virginia the second he got on a flight back to LA and the way of the world would take back over. 

“Here’s that pork mac,” Chef told you, nudging the dish in the window, “Get it out of my sight.”

“Sir yes sir,” You reply, grabbing the hot dish, “Thank you!”

“Yeah yeah, fuck off,” He grumbled, which only made you smile. 

You made your way back towards Bradley’s table with a smile. You could see why Celeste was so enamored with him. There was just something about him that made you want to sit down and hang on his every word. Plus, he was hot as hell. He still had the mustache from his previous role, and was trying to hide behind his ball cap. He looked normal, almost.

You wondered how other people here saw him? Were they even paying attention to the bonafide star that was hiding out in the corner? Celeste would piss herself if she knew he was here, hell, you might even piss yourself if he smiled at you again. The thought made you a little weak in the knees. 

“Your pork mac,” You said, sitting it down on the table in front of him, “Be careful, it’s actually pretty hot.”

“Mmm, looks fantastic,” He nearly groaned, “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, you don’t even know if you’ll like it!” You laughed, “But I hope you enjoy, and let me know if I can get you anything else.”

You hop away from him again, taking a deep breath as you go. Maybe the night wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

[slutshamethesquirrels]

The Breadline

Ch.2 - The Lunch Menu pairing: recovering!line cook!eren yeager x fat! fem! reader TW's: alcoholism, recovery, mentions of abuse, mentions of domestic violence, foster care, child custody, foster system, CPS, mentions of body/weight

The Flying Plate was the town’s largest and most popular food joint. Open from 7AM to 11PM, it served as not only a one stop shop for every meal, but also the only place attempting to make any sort of attempt at breathing a nightlife into your city. Every traveler passing through the unmarked spot on the map that you called home was liable to stop in, and with that, it had garnered a bit of a name for itself on yelp, with most reviews praising the food, and only a few complaining about the rude disposition of it’s manager.

Rude as he may be, Levi had undeniably turned the establishment on it’s head. Growing up, you could remember attending more than a couple of your friends' birthday parties at The Flying Plate. Back in those days, it was a popular pick for the spacious interior and cheap food, albeit quite the eye sore. You could remember the way the cracked vinyl of the booths would stick to the fat of your thighs, the checkerboard tabletops assaulting your eyes like they were attempting to distract you from the well-worn walls, still coated with nicotine from when smoking in restaurants was encouraged.

Stepping into the building on your first day, however, you're almost in awe at the major facelift the place had been given. Those old walls had now been completely replaced, with a coating of tile made to look like exposed brick, the occasional exposed wooden beam proudly rocketing out of them and continuing their march all the way across the ceiling, casting shadows on the ground from what looked like a myriad of freshly installed skylights. You found yourself thinking that was a smart idea; it would make the vibe transition from cozy family diner in the day to dive bar at night so much easier. Vinyl booths and checker top tables had been replaced with reclaimed wooden furniture, a testament to Levi’s monetary success with the business.

You hear your name being called and give an apprehensive wave and a sheepish smile as Levi emerges from a side door by the bar in the back. He nods as he saunters over, motioning for you to follow as he passes, leading you over to a register at the front entrance to the kitchen.

“So this is where you’ll clock in,” He skipped the introduction entirely, but stopped himself with a pinch of his brow to give you a once over. You couldn’t help but hold your breath.

You’d arrived dressed as instructed, a long sleeved black blouse and khaki pants with no visible tearing, your hair pulled away from your face in a tight braid. Figuring you’d somehow manage to get some critical feedback from Levi anyway, you’d even thrown on some eyeliner and sparkly silver jewelry from the clearance rack at walmart. You hated pointed stares at your body. While you weren’t particularly insecure, you were well aware of the way the critical lens of the world could perceive you at times. You weren’t lazy, you weren’t gross, you exercised regularly and ate like any other normal woman would, and yet those judgments would often be thrown your way just for being heavier than most.

“Much better than yesterday, but your feet are gonna be on fire by the end of the day.”

You let out a sigh of relief and glance down at your shoes. They were the only pair you owned. A well worn pair of converse. You couldn’t exactly afford another pair at the moment, but unwilling to argue with Levi, you stay silent. After showing you the ropes on the POS system, with a warning that he will write you up for frequent punch errors, he instructs you to wait by the POS while he grabs your trainer for the day.

It takes him longer than you think it should to find this mystery trainer, and you find yourself absentmindedly leaning against the counter and grabbing a to-go lunch menu from the customer display, reading over it while you wait. Things really had changed around here. Long gone were the greasy burgers and half burnt hotdogs you remembered devouring in your childhood, replaced instead with cleaner sandwiches and salads, most with some sort of germanic influence. Not exactly fancy, but fancier-

Your focus switched as the door swung back open, a male voice already announcing it presence, though not to you.

“-I mean, seriously, are you gonna actually pay me enough to make up for this?”

Levi emerges from the door first, stone faced as ever, although you swear you can see a minor clench in his jaw as he speaks, but doesn’t look at, the taller man trailing behind him. He’s clutching a blue folder with a stack of paperwork nestled inside.

“Jean, training is part of your job, and per policy you get the federal minimum wage when you’re training, along with half the tips acquired between the two of you. You half run the floor, for fucks sake. I let you get first pick for shifts, and occasionally the privilege of getting cut first before its your turn. Do not mistake my spoiling you for weakness-”

Levi spins and the dirty blonde nearly topples into him. He seems unwavered.

“If you don’t want to train, fine. But you can go back to full time nights and close all the time with the rest of them.”

The taller man looks like he’s debating fighting this, and you took the moment to size him up. He was, for lack of a better word, pretty. Even from feet away you could smell the cologne radiating off of him, see that the top of his undercut had been styled back away from his face. His black button up was quite obviously tailored to fit tighter to his chest, the sleeves rolled to expose muscular forearms, and you take note of black painted fingernails curled around his biceps where his arms were tightly tucked around his chest in defiance.

In an attempt to break the tension, you pointedly straighten yourself from your lax position, purposefully shoving the menu back in the display hard enough for it to rattle against the wooden counter. Expectedly, both of the men's heads snapped to you, Levi immediately readjusting his body to look more relaxed, while your trainer remained stiff.

“See? She’s studying already! She’ll be out of your hair in no time.” Levi gives Jean a smile, you think, but it comes off a little more devilish than kind. With that, he shoved the folder full of papers into Jean’s chest, which the manicured man reflexively grips, and disappeared into the kitchen once more with a quick and hard half-smack half-pat on the forearm.

“Jesus H Christ” Jean muttered with a sigh, using his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and draw a deep breath. Silence permeates the air.

After a few moments, he tucks the folder under his arm, clapping his hands together once. He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, and you can tell from the tension on his lips he’d really rather be doing anything else.

“Alright, let’s get started!”

As the day went on, you started to get more comfortable. Despite his initial attitude, you found him to be an excellent mentor, and a damn good waiter. You watched and shadowed as he effortlessly charmed customers of all ages, and seemed to never make a single mistake. It was almost impressive. You’d never even given thought to the amount of personality and effort that was going to go into this job, but watching him made you a little nervous. You could understand why Levi would “spoil” him, and also make him train. An employee like that had to be invaluable. You could also see why he’d be upset about having to split his tips with you.

As clueless as you were, you did your best, but ended up being a glorified tray holder, a drink refiller, an accessory to all his hard work. You certainly didn’t think you deserved half his tips either.

After the initial rush, Jean lead you back to the kitchen. Expo was a wreck, stray food and sauce splattered on the counters and floors. Lost receipt papers and drink spillage decorated the small space, making it feel all the more cramped and intimate.

“So, we’re by default the last one’s cut for this shift since you’re training-” He speaks as the two of you round the corner “-usually around this time is when we’d clean up for the next rush. If you don't you’ll track barbecue sauce on your feet all the way home, I swear to god. I found a spot of it in my bed once, after I showered-”

Go exclaim a small “Ew!” at the visual, he nods his head and gives a sly grin, never stopping his movement until the two of you had settled on the counter across from the expo station that propped up shelving with extra condiments, ramekins, and utensils. Effortlessly, he reaches his hand up to the very top, producing the blue folder you’d long since forgotten.

“Anyway” he continued “-you still have to fill out your new hire paperwork. So you’re gonna sit here and do that and I’m gonna go take a smoke break before I come back and clean up.”.

He passes the folder to you. You take it, and then give him a questioning look.

“You sure? That hardly seems fair.”

A sigh.

“Training is always unfair. It’s not your fault.” the irritation starts to return to his face.

“Right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Like I said, not your fault.” A moment later, he had disappeared outside and you were left to fill out your paperwork. It was typical new hire bureaucracy. You’d filled out six of these forms in the past year. Lucky number 7, perhaps? You hoped.

Levi had been right about your shoes. You tried to ignore the stabbing pain radiating from your feet as you answered the questions almost automatically, leaning further on the counter to shift more of your weight to your arms than your legs. There would be blisters tomorrow, you were almost certain of it.

“Aye, new girl-” a voice behind you drew your attention and you whipped around in a mild panic, unaware anyone was even acknowledging your presence. One of the line cooks is peering at you from behind the expo shelf, dipped down to meet your gaze. You recognize him instantly. The green-eyed man who’d caught you acting a fool in the parking lot yesterday. All you could really make out were his eyes, but that’s all you needed. They were insanely vibrant, a jungle when you’d only seen pine forests. Your cheeks flushed despite yourself.

“Hmm?” you nodded like you were expecting instruction, and he takes you by surprise.

“What do you want for lunch?”

Your head cocked to the side, brow furrowed in mild confusion. He sighs, as if he’s explained this a time or two before.

“You get one meal per shift, Levi says a restaurant that can’t afford to feed it’s own staff is bound to fail.”

“Uhm…”

Oh god, you wish he’d quit looking at you. Your brain felt melted and slushy, and you couldn’t quite understand why. You were no stranger to men, no stranger to hot men, but with his viridescent gaze locked on your face you felt like you couldn’t move. It felt like the top hill of a rollercoaster, right before the drop, when your body was most rigid, anticipating the rush of the fall.

As you floundered, you could swear for a moment you saw the corners of his eyes crinkle, as if he were smirking. Did he know?

“Yeager makes a damn good Reuben.”

You jump and jerk your head toward the familiar voice, as if caught doing something wrong. Jean was slipping back through the door and pulling an apron on in preparation for his cleaning duties, his next words muffled at first as he slid it over his head “And you know it’s good if I’m willing to give him of all people a compliment over it.”.

“...Then I guess I have to try it, right?” Your eyes slide back over to the line cook, but he's already backing away from the window, a shit eating grin plastering his face.

“Im about to blow your fucking mind.” He promised, and walked to the other end of the kitchen to retrieve a few things. You crack a smile at his disposition. Cocky, arrogant, but underneath the initial layer seemed to be a boyish excitement, like he was really looking forward to making you food.

“We’ll see about that!” You called to him, only being able to catch a dismissive hand wave as he disappeared into the walk-in freezer.

As you settled back into your paperwork and Jean into cleaning, the two of you make light chatter, and you try to stop yourself from peering over the expo line to catch a glimpse of those eyes again.

“So, what are you doing here anyway?” Jean asks casually as he returns from the back with a mop bucket “No offense, but you kind of seem like the type to be working a casual office job somewhere, not busting your ass for tips.”

You watch as he rings an unholy amount of water onto the floor and then return your eyes to your paperwork, debating whether or not to tell the truth.

“Too personal?” He prods again after a moment of silence. “No!” you retort quickly, and then concede with a sigh:

“It’s kind of embarrassing, but my parents are real shitbags. Lost custody of my sister last year and now I’m her sole guardian. Turns out keeping a job and having a kid dumped on you unexpectedly is pretty hard.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

“How old is she?”

“Four.”

Jean tensed slightly, paused to look up at you. You hated that face. It was the same one everyone gave you. Somewhere between pity and remorse. “Don’t you even try to feel bad for me. You know how many jobs I’ve had in the last year?” you attempted to lighten the mood. He shook his head.

“Six.”

At this, the tension broke and he raised his eyebrows, his mouth parted in an “o” of surprise that quickly transitioned into an incredulous smirk. Momentarily, he rested the mop in the crook of his arm to hold up all five fingers on one hand and a thumb.

“This many?!”

You both erupt into a fit of giggles as you nod, your face reddening at the embarrassment and silliness of it all.

“Okay, okay-” Jean shook his head as he returned to his work “- but is that just like, because of the kid or have you always been this bad?”. He gives you a look to tell you he’s teasing.

“No!” You defend yourself, your voice still lighthearted “I had a job for years before this, thank you very much! I sold and repaired musical instruments.”

He seemed surprised at this, his teasing smile turning genuine as he questioned further:

“Oh, word?!”

You nodded, proud.

“You play?”

You nodded again and he waved his hand in the air as if to say “Go on-”

“Uhhm, piano. Guitar, Violin, Banjo, anything with strings, really. Drums, woodwinds-”

You’re cut off by the clatter of a plate on the expo line. Yeager! You’d gotten lost in conversation and completely forgotten about him. He’s peering at you from across the line, his brow raised and expectant. You remembered his promise from earlier. You make your way over and grab the plate, eyeing it over once you’ve set it on the counter. It smells delicious, and looks even better. The bread of the sandwich is meticulously grilled, the marks from the searing a perfect shade of brown. Cheese and meat spills from the edges in a manner that almost seems intentional, not too sloppy to pick up, just enough to advertise what’s in store for you.

He cleared his throat expectantly, and you could've stopped breathing when you realized he had slid back so he could watch the entirety of your face. From this angle and distance, you can make out every detail of his face. Strong jawline, angel skin, puppy dog lashes and all. You try not to think about an incredibly attractive man watching you eat.

Hesitantly, you pick up the reuben and take a bite. The taste floods your senses. Its salty, tangy and savory, though not overpowering. The corned beef practically melts against your tongue and your find yourself closing your eyes and leaning in to the texture, bringing your free hand to your mouth to let a garbled “Holy fuck-” escape your lips. Were you starving before this moment? You were now.

When you open your eyes, Yeager’s eyeing you with a wicked prideful glint in his gaze. He wraps his knuckles against the counter twice and turns to clean up after himself, energized by your reaction. You don’t have to tell him it’s good, he already knew.

The rest of the shift passed slowly without incident. You finished your paperwork, turned it into Levi, and shamefully divided up tips you didn’t deserve with Jean. You’d tried to insist on him keeping all, and then three quarters in his favor, but he refused. Something told you if he didn’t know about Ellie he maybe wouldn’t have had the same attitude.

Your thoughts were on getting home as quickly as possible by the end of the day. Your feet were on fire, and you hadn’t moved that much sense… well. Your last job. Momentarily defeated, you sunk into the driver's seat of your beat up car, for once appreciating its torn seats and mildly stinky interior. Your head resting back against the seat and your eyes closed, you had the thought that there was probably an old sippy cup rolling around in the back somewhere, but knew you couldn’t be arsed to look for it until the stench became unbearable.

You still had so much to do. You needed to pick Ellie up, do the laundry, use the money you’d earned that day to go to Wal-Mart and buy a new pair of shoes for fucks sake, which meant you’d have to take Ellie with you, and then bring her back home, find time to make dinner-

Just as you’re starting to get overwhelmed, there's a light knocking on your driver’s side window that causes you to startle slightly. It’s Yeager, as everyone called him. You rolled down the window and he immediately held out a white to-go container. He had to bend down to look at you, using his free arm to rest his weight against the roof of your car.

“What’s this?” you question, reaching your hand out to take it from him regardless.

“For the baby.” He answered plainly, his face completely unreadable but his tone soft.

It immediately takes a load off you as you hesitantly pop the container open to reveal a grilled cheese and a side of fries. You recognized it from the kids menu. That's one less thing you have to deal with.

“Yeager, thank you-” You breathe, but when you look back up to meet his gaze he’s already gone, trekking across the parking lot and loading himself into an S.U.V.

m a s t e r l i s t

[merylstreepsworld]

Personal Tech Support

Pairing: Donna Sheridan x Fem!reader

Summary: You upgrade a few items around the island. Making Donna have to relearn technology.

Word count: 993

You've always been the tech-savvy one in your relationship with Donna. From the moment you first met, it was clear that while she had the charm, creativity, and charisma to run her small hotel on the Greek island of Kalokairi, she was a bit challenged when it came to modern technology. You, on the other hand, had a knack for all things electronic and mechanical. So, when you decided to surprise Donna by upgrading a few things around her hotel, you knew it would make her life easier, even if it did come with some comical challenges.

The hotel, though full of character and history, had its fair share of quirks. The plumbing was ancient, the electrical wiring was a patchwork of DIY solutions, and the Wi-Fi, well, it was more of a "Wi-Maybe." You couldn't stand to see your girlfriend struggle with these everyday issues, so you set out to modernize the place without compromising its rustic charm.

One of your first projects was installing a brand-new espresso machine in the hotel's café. You figured it would be a hit with the tourists who frequented the place. The sleek, stainless steel beast looked like it belonged in a spaceship compared to the old, sputtering coffee maker it replaced.

The morning after you installed it, Donna stood in front of the new espresso machine, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Love, how does this contraption work again?" she asked, casting you an adorable, bewildered look. You chuckled, walking over to her. "Darling, I've shown you this at least five times. You press this button for a regular espresso, this one for a cappuccino, and this one for a latte."

Donna blinked at the array of buttons. "But which one makes a regular coffee?"

You couldn't help but grin. "The one that says 'espresso,' Donna. It's the first button."

She nodded, clearly trying to remember. "Right, the 'ex-press-oh.' Got it."

You watched as she carefully pressed the button, and the machine whirred to life, making all sorts of futuristic noises. Espresso poured into the cup, and Donna beamed triumphantly as if she'd just solved a complex puzzle. You couldn't contain your laughter. "Don't worry, love," you said, ruffling her hair affectionately. "You'll get the hang of it."

Over the next few days, you introduced more upgrades. You replaced the old landline phone with a sleek, cordless model. You set up a modern sound system in the hotel's courtyard for music during the evening gatherings. You even convinced Donna to ditch the ancient cash register in favor of a user-friendly tablet-based point-of-sale system. With each new addition, Donna's confusion seemed to grow. She'd call you over for help, even when you were just in the next room. "Sweetie, can you come here? I can't get the music to play."

You'd sigh with faux exasperation, setting down whatever you were doing to assist her. "Donna, remember the app? You just select the playlist and press play."

"I know, I know," she'd reply, rolling her eyes at her own forgetfulness. "But it's all so...fiddly."

As much as you teased her about it, you couldn't deny the joy of watching her adapt to these newfangled devices. It was endearing to see her navigate the touch screen of the tablet POS system with determined concentration, making transactions for guests with a sense of accomplishment.

One evening, as you both sat on the terrace overlooking the azure sea, Donna sipped a glass of wine and turned to you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know," she began, "I think you're secretly enjoying being my personal tech support." You chuckled, tracing circles on her hand. "Well, it does give me the chance to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings in your ear."

She laughed, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. "You do have a point there."

As the summer days passed, Donna's tech anxiety began to wane. She'd proudly tell you about how she had successfully made a latte without any assistance, or how she'd mastered the art of Bluetooth pairing for the speakers. She even dared to experiment with the espresso machine, trying her hand at creating intricate latte art.

One morning, you walked into the café to find her diligently working behind the counter. She held up a cup with a heart-shaped design in the foam. "Look at this, my love!" she exclaimed. "I made a heart!" You couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "That's fantastic, Donna! You're becoming a pro."

But just as you thought her tech-related troubles were a thing of the past, a new challenge emerged. You had upgraded the hotel's Wi-Fi, and while it was now faster and more reliable, Donna couldn't quite grasp the concept of network names and passwords.

"Darling," she called from the reception desk, "what's the code for the Wee-Fee again?"

You sighed, resigning yourself to another round of explanations. "It's Wi-Fi, Donna. And the password is 'KalokairiSunshine.'"

"Right, right," she replied with a nod, jotting it down on a piece of paper. You couldn't resist teasing her. "Donna, I've told you the password at least ten times. It's 'KalokairiSunshine,' like our beautiful island."

She laughed, folding her arms and giving you an impish look. "Well, maybe I just enjoy hearing you say it, my tech genius."

You shook your head in mock exasperation, but deep down, you cherished these moments. Donna's quirks, her playful nature, and her ability to embrace change, even if it came with a learning curve, were all part of what made her so special to you.

As the sun set over Kalokairi, casting a warm, golden glow across the hotel, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance to be Donna's partner in both love and technology. In your eyes, she was the heart and soul of the hotel, and you were more than happy to be the one who helped her keep it running, one espresso at a time.

[foreverfiction11691]

Quiet on Set triggered the 90s kid in me and affected me in ways I didnt think were possible. To think that the shows that I loved as a kid and even as an adult, were not at all what they seemed. The actors that I grew up watching perform "hilarious" skits was far more than just some comedy sketch. Its crazy to think that these predators were able to be so close to kids and that back then it wasnt as a big of deal as it is today. I just cant understand how grown ass adults can find children appealing and be sexually attracted to them and have the urge to do horrible, unspeakable things to these young, innocent souls. My heart breaks for Drake Bell....the look on his face during the interview says it all. He was holding so much pain inside and his father too. His dad knew Peck was a POS but his mother just let him go with that pedo willingly. There are so many lessons to be learned from this and I feel like Nickelodeon is just treading lightly on all of this now that its out in the open. As well as Dan Schneider now apologizing for his wrong doings only because he got called out. I do not for one sec believe that if he had the chance to do it over again, he would do it differently. Fuck Dan, Fuck Brian Peck and Fuck Jason Handy. As well as the justice system for giving Peck 16 months, making him register as a SA and letting him return to Hollywood. Absolutely disgusting. More measures need to be taken in the industry to protect these children from the hands of these predators that are literally hiding in plain sight. My childhood has been forever tainted by the disgusting truth of what really happens in the industry and how shit is just swept under the fucking rug like nothing when you have $$$. To the actors that defended that sick fuck with their letters blaming it on Bell and saying he provoked it because Peck would never do such a thing...shame on you. Only after his story came out did you quickly defend yourselves, that had you known the details those letters would have never been written. We know it was to cover your asses and not sink your career, but the fact that you still defended a pedo WITHOUT knowing the details is purely disgusting. I hope Drake can find closure and healing. I hope all of those actors that were subjected to working with Dan can heal. And I hope those little girls that Handy SAd can heal as adults. Most importantly, I hope that whoever else was subjected to such abuse and SA from any of these sick fucks come forward and are no longer afraid to tell their stories now that Drake has opened up. We hear you, we see you, were with you, we love you.💔💙

[madameaug]

Matcha Tea

Pairing: Jimin x Althea (OC)

Synopsis: Althea never had Matcha before. Jimin is sweet enough to take her to a spot he knows.

Konnie's Kafe was the name of the shop Jimin walked hand in hand with Althea. The spot was owned by a sweet Arab woman who Jimin met at one of the many food truck festivals in the city. The shop was a minimalist but modern decore. Tables were stacked toward the front of the restaurant, and the behind the counter is where the bar was.

"It's gorgeous, the lighting is perfect." Althea spoke to her phone camera. Documenting the experience as she usually did with new things she tried. In the camera, the ceiling light gave her a golden-hour look. Skin was poppin!

"Oooo, look at the flavors." Althea flipped the camera to show the blackboard calligraphy hanging above the bar. Cream-colored pendant lights hung above the cash register, and oil paintings of floral and matcha herbs sat behind the light. Little things that, as an interior designer, she loved to pick up on. The air was clean, the furniture was warmy. She could see herself here frequently.

Jimin figured he would try something new. Deciding to join in on the experience of trying something new with Althea. He tilted his neck, letting out pops as he internally figured out what to try.

The matcha and white chocolate combination caught his eye.

Konnie came out of the backroom. Her cheekbones are high as she smiled at the customers.

"What can I get for you all?"

Jimin looked over to his left to see if Althea was ready. She was too caught up in her monologue to notice the social cue Jimin was giving her. With a loving hand, Jimin wrapped his arm across her shoulder, his face coming into view of the camera. He looked at Althea through the camera.

"Ready to order?"

"Yes, sorry. Can I get the tropical matcha, mama?" Jimin read the flavor description.

Matcha, coconut, and mint leaves.

"I would like the midnight matcha." Konnie punched in the orders on the POS system.

Jimin handed Konnie his card before she announced the total. Swiping the card, Jimin thanked her before following Althea to a table. As part of the decor, a flippable hourglass was in the center of the table. Althea rambled, talking about nothing in particular.

In record time, Konnie delivered the drinks to the table. Jimin watched Althea's pupils dilate in real time. Althea's tropical drink had a paper and toothpick tent hanging off the corner of the cup. Brown sugar on the rim appeared like sand, really selling the beach vibes.

"It's gorgeous!" Althea lifted the cup. "Jimin try." She turned the straw toward his mouth.

"You haven't even tried yet yourself." Jimin laughed.

Konnie, watching the two, smiled. Althea reminds her a lot of her bubbly granddaughter. A soul who was experiencing her first life. She was so open to exploration that it was nearly impossible not to love her.

Sipping the drink, Althea pondered. "ten out of ten!"

"Drink your drink, baby." Jimin picked up his drink, enjoying the new flavor he had tried. He gave Konnie a thumbs-up. She smiled, leaving the couple to enjoy their beverages.

In seconds, the sound of air passing through a straw. Jimin, not even a quarter through his drink looked at the empty glass in amazement.

"It was really good." Althea shrugged, tapping her mouth and applying a fresh layer of gloss on her lips.

[idontplaytrack]

Heyyyy I have a request but like I don’t know what character so I’ll leave that up to you

Reader has been a little distracted by the pretty girl that recently started working at the same place as her…will she make a move? Is the pretty girl gay? Questions need answers but reader is a little awkward especially around a girl such a pretty girl what will happen?

Sorry this is so vague :( my brain is sooo fried lol

Coffeehouse Crush

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, reader and Amber are both flustered, awkward messes lol

In which reader, a small town gay finds herself falling hard and fast for the new girl at work. One problem— was she even gay?

“Hey, y/n. Later, we have a new staff member joining us. Could I have you be the one to train her? Just for today at least.”

“Oh? Sure, yeah.”

You carried on with your opening duties: wiping down the countertop and equipments, then counting the ‘float money’ to make sure there was the correct amount of cash in the register. “So, she should be here by 8, just show her the ropes. Have her shadow you for the day, hands-on starts tomorrow. You know, cash register, POS system, how to make the drinks.”

“I got it.” You laughed, “Just as long as she isn’t as clueless as Dex, who— thank god, you’ve fired because otherwise we’d be making losses.”

“I think you’ll be just fine. She has experience in F&B.” Your manager assured.

“I’ll hold you to that, Wendy. Okay, three hundred’s in the register— we’re all set.”

“Good.” Wendy shrugs, “Okay, Kaley should be here at 8:30, if she isn’t. We’re on our own.”

“Damn, okay.” You laughed, “Does that mean you’ll be out here too, then?”

“Only if Kaley doesn’t show. Otherwise, you and the new girl will be able to handle it.” Wendy bites back a laugh, “Sunday…it’ll be pretty calm. We’re near a whole bunch of offices and it’s the weekend.”

Wendy heads into her office while you leaned against the counter, watching people walk by. Ten people must’ve walked by in the last few minutes but not one walked in. You decided to take this time to make yourself a drink since there weren’t any customers. Then, you even had the time to drink it.

A few minutes later, a girl— probably your age, walks in. “Hi, I’m Amber. It’s my first day here today.”

“Oh! Right, the manager told me you were.” You snapped out of your thoughts.

Shit, that smile. It was so contagious. She just exudes such a good vibe. Smiling back at her, you introduced yourself, “Amber, I’m y/n. Our manager, Wendy has put me in charge of training you for today. But your job, for now is to just shadow me for the day and familiarise yourself with everything.”

“Hi, y/n.”

“Pick out a locker in the break room to your right, and that’ll be yours. I’ll just go get your apron and name tag for you from Wendy.”

“Okay.” She was still smiling. Damn, was she adorable.

She walks past you to get to the break room, you then went the opposite direction to Wendy’s office. You caught a whiff of her watermelon shampoo when she walked by. Stop it, y/n— that’s creepy.

“Oh, good. She’s here early. Here’s her apron and name tag.” Wendy hands the piece of fabric to you and the name tag. “Thanks.” You took them and exited her office, right when Amber walks back out from the break room. You hand her the items and let her put them on.

“So, today’s Sunday. Sundays are usually our more ‘quiet’ days. Not as many people come by on Sundays since we’re mainly near offices. Before some people start coming in around nine, I think I could probably show you how to make a couple drinks first.”

“Okay.” She nodded, eager.

“I don’t know how you have this much energy in the morning.” You chuckled over your words, reaching your hand out to grab a takeout cup then grabbed the recipe booklet.

“Okay, Amber. Take your pick— which one do you want?”

“What do you mean?”

You snorted, laughing, “Pick a drink you think you’d like— after you make it, you get to have it.”

She squints, “Really?”

“Yeah. I swear.” You nod, “If you don’t believe me, ask Wendy later when she walks out here.”

“No, no, no.” She gasped, “I believe you, it’s just usually. Based on my experience at my old jobs, I had to pay.”

“Not here you don’t.” You assured, “Go on.”

Her hand brushes against yours when she took the laminated booklet from you. You felt a spark, pursing your lips together and looking away from her briefly. She laughs, flipping through the pages. You could feel her gaze on you.

Damn it, Amber. Damn it.

While you taught her how to make the drink she picked out— it was a coconut milk latte, nothing too difficult. You chatted with her, learning way more about her than you’d expected to in such a short period of time. “Hey, y/n.” You heard. But you just could not focus. Your eyes, they were stuck on looking at Amber, looking at her sip on her coffee, happy that she got the hang of it so quickly.

“y/n.” You heard your name again.

“Hey!” You felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you gasped and quickly turned around. “Wendy. Oh, my God. Sorry.” You apologised.

“Amber said you scalded your hand. Let me see.” Wendy says, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a little…distracted.” You say.

“Distracted?” She smirks, looking at you then your hand, then finally at Amber, “I think your hand will be fine but you’ll get a few blisters, but be careful and let them heal properly. Did you run it under cold water yet?”

“No.”

“Go do that. It might lessen the pain for you a little.” Wendy urged. You excused yourself then went to the break room to tend to your burn.

See if this was how working with Amber was going to be like, you would end up with cuts and burns all over yourself from being so distracted by her…beauty.

“Hey!” Amber’s voice cut through the room, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I— I’m okay.”

“Sorry, I scared you. Didn’t I?”

“No, no, no, no…you didn’t— okay, I— I gotta ask you something but I don’t really know how to ask you—”

“Okay, breathe maybe.” She giggles, “Calm down and just ask me whatever you want. I’m all ears.”

And you did, you took a few deep breaths to regulate your breathing and it helped. You felt better and less…flustered.

“Are you gay?” You hurriedly asked.

“I…am bi.” She tells you.

“Are you seeing anyone? Because I kinda, maybe have a crush on you and I need an answer. I don’t want to be weird and just have feelings for someone that’s attached.” You rambled, “Because that would — would be bad, and I don’t want to ruin things for you, and have you hate me—”

“y/n, look at me.” She holds onto your hands gently, “Look at me. And listen closely— I just moved here, I don’t know anyone. I am single, and bi, and I think…you’re really pretty.”

You freaking choked on your own spit. “Uh…” Chuckling in sheer shock, you say, “I’m sorry what?”

“You’re pretty.” She steps forward and cups your cheek, smiling.

“Aw.” You blushed, “Damn. And I thought you were the shy one.”

“Not once you get to know me.” She shrugs, a cheeky grin on her face.

“You…wanna hang out after work?”

“Oh, yeah I sure do.” Amber winks.

You sigh, “Well, I’m looking forward to it. Let’s get back to work, shall we?”

“Yes, we shall.” Amber laughs, lacing your fingers together with hers for a second before letting go.

“Oh, Amber…” A quiet sigh falls from your lips.

“Yes?”

“Nothing. You’re pretty.” You bit back a grin, hiding the blush forming on your cheeks.

“Aw. Aren’t you so sweet?”

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[erithel]

Why'd you give keith the tiniest little waist ever /pos

To answer your question, because 1) it's canon:

and 2) because it's fun.

On a slightly more "showing my age" note, I am assuming your /pos here doesn't mean you are calling me a piece of shit? Or at least, that's what I'm hoping, as that's what I know those letters to mean.

That and point of sales system, but I doubt even more you are calling me a cash register...