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a-very-bored-blogger · 1 year

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Overworked (Neymar X Fem!Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) is a barista in a local coffee shop that Neymar frequently goes to, often serving him coffee in the morning. One day, after a hard day of practice, a nice Sunday morning where Neymar jogs to see a tired, and dizzy (y/n) who passes out, helping her out at his mansion, only to receive a kiss from a hazy (Y/N). Reader is around 20-26.

Word Count: 1.2K

“One Americano for Neymar!” The girl screamed out as she put down a cup of steaming hot americano, flat on the mahogany desk of the coffee shop she works at. (Y/N) is a university student, coming from (country name), starving and broke as she got a half scholarship to a local Parisian university. In order to balance her student debt, and overhead expenses, the girl works in the Saint La Maxine coffee shop, located right outside Rue De Rivoli street, in a small alleyway.

The girl often stumbles into the football player at her morning shift, dashing and surprisingly nicer than she expects, often greeting her and chatting with her regarding his struggles in the club, while waiting for his standard order of an Americano. The Brazilian would always make sure to tip extra, often receiving comments from (y/n) herself for being ‘too generous’, to which the man would often say something like ‘anything for my favorite barista’, leaving the store with a smirk.

Today was one of those days, except it wasn’t so normal.

The (h/c) girl was cleaning up the shop, arranging tables and chairs, her eyes looking up at the hazel coloured clock on top of the coffee machine, reading out 7AM. She huffed for a bit, tired from the lack of sleep from writing her essay from the night before.

“He must be here in around 30 minutes from now, unless he’s taking out his morning jog.” The girl thought to herself, moving out to the back to start grinding the coffee beans to start the day.

She averted her gaze towards the grand mahogany door as she hears the jingle made by the bell, Sandy blonde coloured streaks flowed through as Neymar Jr steps inside the coffeeshop, dressed in some sweatpants, and a blue coloured running jersey with some wet jogging shoes.

“Hey! Watch it! Your shoes are gonna get the whole place wet!” (y/n) says jokingly, laughing a bit as the shoes squeaked from the moisture, the wooden floor slowly getting darker from all of the miscellaneous puddle water.

“Sorry, mina! It was raining last night so the streets were typically a bit muddy.” the player said with his signature sterling smile. He walks to the counter, and drops 20 euros in the tip jar before tapping the counter twice, the girl knowing full well what it means.

“Coach wasn’t treating me too well yesterday, so I am a bit tired, mina. The Brazilian said, letting out a soft chuckle.

Meanwhile, the girl felt her stomach growl a bit. Her eyes were getting sleepy as her vision started to become more hazy, before the girl blinked twice to awaken herself from her mini daydream. It was as if she had a blank stare, tiredness and stress overtaking her body bit by bit.

“Mina, are you okay?” Neymar asked. The girl blinked once, and twice, before feeling a sense of tiredness taking over her body. Her vision starts to see small sparkles of silver, before encompassing her body to feel heavier, her vision getting darker, as the girl fell with a loud thud.

White light enters the room as the girl wakes up in a comfortable bed. White and gray line surrounding the bed sheets as (y/n) laid on what she swears is the most comfortable bed she has ever laid on.

The girl looked around before hearing a hurdle of footsteps getting louder and louder. Before being able to process anything, she felt a set of arms around her neck and body. The brief smell of sandalwood and cinnamon greeted her nose. Her arms returned the favor and after a while, she let go.

“Thank god you’re good. I was worried, (Y/N)!” The man gasped, holding her hand tightly in relief.

The girl looked around and saw a beautiful white room, with a nice view of the field as well as the illumination of the city lights. Her eyes blink a couple of times. The girl felt refreshed, entirely refreshed. “Neymar, where am I?” The girl asked.

“(Y/N), you were making my cup and you…passed out. I brought you here to my place because, well, I don’t know where you lived.” The player replied, looking at the gorgeous eyes of (y/n)’s. Her eyes got bigger.

“Oh my, I don’t know how to say thank you, but thank you. Am I being too inconvenient for you?” The girl asked, her eyes brimmed to the fill of worry. The man’s eyes filled those of happiness as he gave her a warm smile.

“Look, it’s no problem. It makes me happy to take care of you. What happened? How did you pass out?” The man asked, a look of concern. The girl looked down, a sight of embarrassment and disappointment in herself in failing to take care of herself. She felt embarrassed, having to inconvenience a football player, nay, Neymar out of all people.

“I had an essay last night and I wanted to take a day off today but Lauren, my boss, told me to come and if not, I will be fired. Well, I guess I’m getting fired anyway since I collapsed at my job anyways.” The girl said. The Brazilian's face was filled with concern.

“Meu amor, I mean (y/n)-” Neymar said only to be interrupted.

“Stop right there. Did you just call me your love?” The girl asked, her eyebrows raising a bit. She cannot believe it. One of the best football players in the world has a crush on her and she had never realized until now.

“I mean you’re the only one that treats me like a human being, not Neymar. I feel like I’m able to be normal around you. Why do you think I always come at 7:30?” (y/n)’s eyes widened in surprise, holding a hand on her lips to cover her shocked expression, alongside her pink cheeks. Her mind is swirling, going right and left all over the place.

“I…….” were the only things that were able to come out of her lips, expression utterly shocked.

Neymar smiled gently, looking into her (e/c) coloured eyes before brushing a hand towards her cheek tenderly, using his other hand to rub circles on her palm before tipping his head a little, kissing her passionately on the lips. The girl sunk into the kiss, ecstasy on her mind. Her lips moved together in rhythm before getting closer to his body.

Breaking out, she takes a deep breath before smiling and fluttering her eyes at him.

“Do you have any practice today?” the barista asked, worried about the star’s busy schedule.

He squeezed (y/n)’s hand a bit tighter, only to reply. “No, today is my day off. Plus, I would rather be spending it with you.” Neymar replied smiling, before giving a chaste kiss on the girl’s head before bringing her body back to bed, holding it while giving her gentle headpats.

#neymar #neymar junior #neymar jr #neymar x reader #football x reader #neymar imagines #neymar x fem reader #neymar x you #xreader #x reader #world cup fanfic #neymar fanfic #neymarjr #neymar fluff

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emo-gremlin · 7 months

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Hey, you're cool! *hands you more MFN as memes/vines*

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Lenard: what's cooler than being cool?

Gordon: financial stability

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Lilianna: an octopus is just a wet spider

Ricky: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

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Lenard: SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA-

George: end on December 21, 2012. I bought all this fucking pasta as a way to celebrate the end of the world and now I'm $10,000 in debt, my taxi got towed and I have wet pasta everywhere in my house

Lenard: ...I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed

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Ricky: swear words are illegal now, say one and you'll be fined

Handy: heck

Ricky: you're on thin fucking ice

Ricky: oh no

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Lenard: what if mayonnaise came in cans?

Lilianna: that would suck because you can't microwave metal...

Noir: *walking by drinking coffee* good morning to everyone except you people

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Noir: anyone wanna get into an argument with me?

Ricky: ok cream cheese isn't that good

Noir: I was kidding but you know what fuck you for real

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Unfriendly Lenard: I hate being high, why I hear footsteps?

Craig: are you walking?

Unfriendly Lenard: oh shit

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Junebug: vanilla soy latte is just 3 bean soup

Gordon: why must you do this at 5am

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George: a haiku for the bus drive who deliberately cut me off

George: *clears throat*

George: I swear to God bruh, let me catch you in the streets, bruh I swear to God

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Unfriendly Lilianna: I find the fact I will never experience a sword fight in my entire life terribly tragic

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Lenard: sorry, liberals, there's only 0 genders

Junebug: there's one gender ad we have to share

Craig: Gordon said its my turn on the gender

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Norman: I wanna jump off a building and not die. Just relieve stress by slamming into the sidewalk and then get up and go get a slurpee or something

Ricky: Norman are you ok

Norman: no ❤️

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Norman: *screams into jar* everything is fine :)

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Gordon: I saw your last report card

Noir: *not even looking up from his phone* congrats you can see

Gordon: oh so you wanna be smart?

Noir: that's why I go to school

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Gordon: hey Junebug how are you today?

Junebug: I swallowed a golf ball!

Gordon: uh- are you ok?

Junebug: I can't poop! :D

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Ricky: hey Lillianna

Lillianna: can you get in the oven and clean it?

Ricky: bye Lillianna

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Junebug: if it weren't illegal I would eat cereal for every meal of the day

Gordon: I have some wonderful news for you

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Gordon: Noir asked everyone at dinner what color Norman's new shirt was. After we all said grey, he turned to him and said, "Now tell them what color you think it is." And Norman just quietly replied, "Dark white."

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Lilianna: Lasagna is just spaghetti flavored cake

Fritz: I will pay you money to never speak again

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George: fellas is it gay to fall in love with another man and spend your life with him

Gordon: that is the literal definition of gay

George: :0

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Gordon: *texting the puppets* At airport! Bye guys! Love ya to the moon and back, you're the best! Bust a nut!

Noir: I'm not sure Gordon knows what that means

Tax: I Physically cannot breathe

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Lilianna: God released me into the wild and now he's hunting me for sport

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Fritz: where can I order a pretty face

George: from your mirror

Tax: WHEN DID EVERYONE IN THIS HELL STUDIO BECOME SMOOTH AF

Lenard: 2023: the year the Neighborhood learned how to flirt

Norman: oh my

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Noir: 1 universe, 9 planets, 7 seas, 7 continents, 809 islands, 204 countries, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting you

Tax: THERE ARE 8 PLANETS YOU UNCULTURED SWINE

Noir: VIVA LA PLUTO FUCK YOU

Gordon: I'm pretty sure 'viva la Pluto fuck you' is the best sentence I've ever heard

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Craig, Fritz and UF Fritz belong to: @gayfraggle

#norman mfn #mfn gordon #mfn junebug #mfn norman #mfn lenard #mfn #mfn game #mfn george #the unfriendly neighborhood #mfn tax #tax mfn #mfn noir #noir mfn #my friendly neighborhood george #my friendly neighborhood ricky #my friendly neighborhood game #my friendly neighborhood norman

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chogiwow · 9 months

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in an alternate universe | stray kids

pairing: none; ot8 (stray kids)

genre: slice of life

warnings: none

wc: 1.8k+

notes: like strangers bumping into each other, carrying the pollens of familiarity every time.

a/n: uhh...word spill turned into concept writing??

chan being a single dad, late to his morning meetings because his kid spilled the entire jar of strawberry jam on his pants and shirt and between scrounging for an ironed shirt and creaseless pants and getting changed and dropping his kid off to school because they missed the bus, by the time he's through the doors of the large conference room, slipping in with a murmured apology to his boss, fidgeting with the singular crease right across his stark white shirt in the semi darkness of the projector wall shining in the room, the lull of the day finally settles in, a quiet hum of the mundanity of life. but he's happy, he has a kid to go back to at the end of the day and the box of doughnuts to take back that felix had promised him. later he'll tuck his kid with a kiss on the forehead and he'll be a little scared of the day they would be too grown up for that stuff and he'll quietly sip on his beer in the darkness of his tiny but cozy living room. and he'll remind himself to live in the moment because that's all he knew he had right now. who knows what the future would hold.

felix silently checks in on the kids in his classroom, though a bunch of harmless maniacs screeching like banshees while they work on their colouring assignments, felix is content with being spared a day of innocent accidents and of trees coloured with hues of reds and purples. the kids tell him his blonde hair looks like cotton candy and he smells like cake and chocolates and he discreetly hides the chocolate stain on his shirt under the daycare apron. accepting the compliment, he makes a promise to bake cookies for the entire class and is met with smattering cheers, desperately trying to quieten them down with the empty threat of revoking his promise if they didn't. he spends the day colouring trees the shade of vibrant purples and skies the colour of pink, because this was fine. skies could be pink and trees could be anything but green. that was childhood and he was happy to be a part of it anyhow.

minho is waiting at the cafe at five past two, looking out for for a blonde haired boy who comes hurtling in not long after, slumping across the counter for his vanilla latte with whipped cream. minho gags every time he makes it, but he indulges the younger's diabetic choice with a sarcastic hope that he chokes on it some day, only to be met with a sweet smile. it makes him shakes his head and tend to the few stray university students who frequent the cafe erratically, drained and tired and internally screaming for caffeine. in the midst, he spots the boy in glasses, always arriving at fifteen past two on tuesdays, ordering a coffee so bitter it would put the vanilla latte he had just made to shame. he waits with his nose buried in his phone scrolling though something, pinching his fingers across the screen sometimes to zoom in and out. minho works at the station, the smell of coffee beans and vanilla everywhere, the chattering fading out as it always did around this time, the tiny pings of a game felix played on his phone and the whirr of the coffee machine. minho hands the boy in glasses his coffee, receiving a polite thanks and a small smile before he's left alone again. it would be a while, he thinks, before the general rush was back. till then, he would silently wait at the counter, alone with his thoughts and the smell of coffee beans and vanilla everywhere.

seungmin walks briskly towards the law department, reciting what he had just revised through the small text on his phone at the coffee shop, sipping on the bitter drink in his hand. his exam starts in fifteen minutes, he has plenty of time to go over his summarised and colour coded notes exactly once and finish his coffee before switching off his phone and putting it away for the exam. greeting a few friends, he politely avoids any further conversation so he could revise. the fifteen minutes are up soon, he finishes reading the last lines of his neatly highlighted notes and gulps down the last dregs of his gradually turned cold coffee, disposing the cup in the dustbin before the TA arrives for invigilation and almost bumping into him on his way to his seat. the exam goes well, remembers all of it - well, most of it, he does get two of them wrong. but by the time he is out of the building, now readily mingling with his friends and discussing the paper and as he walks down the aisle, he is already mentally drafting a timetable; his next exam was on friday and he thinks, he doesn't mind. he was allowed a few mistakes, it was a part of learning after all.

changbin's phone rings cheerfully, an incoming message from his professor to drop the answer sheets in his room and get his letter of recommendation too while he was there. he replies in affirmative, stacking the last sheet in a neat pile before putting them away in a yellow envelope. he almost bumps into his junior - the same one from before - while leaving the class. they both bow at each other politely, making their way out of the class along with the diminishing crowd. changbin remembers how it felt to have been one of the students sitting for his exams, and now he was graduating in a few weeks. and he wonders now how everything just has a tendency to fall into place in its own time. how the most concerning issue for these juniors right now was to pass their minors, how just a few months ago he had been utterly lost, not knowing what he was going to do in life, how right now, as he made his way to receive his letter of recommendation, the tiny part of him that had been wriggling in anxiety and worry was slowly calming down. how in a few weeks, he was going to be out of this place, out of these halls and into a whole new world and he would have to start from scratch there all over again. but changbin knows that life won't just throw luck and opportunities in his way, and he had learnt to earn it himself. changbin knows that when he leaves this place one last time, when he walks down these halls one last time, he'll be a bit braver.

hyunjin receives an alert on his phone; a new message, a new commission. a sister buying her brother a custom painting for his graduation. a sweet gesture, in hyunjin's opinion. the client paid extra, for a priority service, only two weeks and an amalgamation of some very specific details and rest left up to the artist - him. hyunjin liked these kinds of commissions, he knew what was needed and he could do whatever he wanted to with it. in fact, hyunjin liked it when knew things. he did not like the indecisiveness of certain things but that doesn't mean he was predisposed to surprises. however, he was not expecting the tuft of shocking bubblegum hair to temporarily blind him the moment he stepped into the auditorium. it's visible even from a distance, his friend's boastfully reckless endeavor, but surprisingly, it suits him. hyunjin didn't like taking risks like this though and he consoles himself, that one day he might. one day he might get the belly piercing he had been wanting to. one day, he might dye his hair crimson. one day, he might not mind not knowing. hyunjin knows people think of him capable enough to do that, he's got that vibe, they say. but the hyunjin of now secretly revels in the simplicity of knowing certain things and dismissing the ones he didn't. and he thinks, it's okay to be a little simple. a little boring, just the slightest bit ordinary.

jeongin sucks on a bright red lollipop, sweet on his tongue with its cherry pop. he basks in the compliments of his recently dyed hair - a pink so bright, his parents had almost fainted. it'll fade, surely? they had not been so sure while asking that. he kind of liked it though, it went well with his skin tone. it had been an impulsive decision for sure, but he was ultimately glad that it had worked out in his favor. jeongin thinks he's been much too serious his whole life (which is not much, he just turned twenty-one), but adapting to a carefree flow had come easier than he had expected. his guitar tutor would disagree, in lieu of him playing hooky much too often in their lessons. but what he wants is spontaneity, the nervous gurgling in the pit of his stomach while getting his hair dyed into an atrocious shade, the unforeseen horror of dunking a piece of sushi in chocolate dip that settles like a belated realisation of utmost disgust. the thrill of being so sure of embracing the unsure, he thinks he might be ageing a bit too fast or has aged backwards into a reckless life much alike kids who let go of the handles of their bikes down the hill only to fall and get up and fall again till they learn. no, jeongin was definitely maturing and the self awareness was a happy realisation.

jisung blinks in surprise at the tiny figure eyeing him from behind the man's back, safely tucked between the couch and the protective shield of the father. he's to teach this five year old how to play a guitar? chan assures him it would only be a two week trial session for the time being and that he would be paid for it. jisung doesn't mind of course, he's a good tutor too, he believes. he's just, never taught someone so young. leaving aside the fact that even two week's worth of payment would do wonders to his wallet - adulting was hard, more so when you were trying to be as financially independent as you could be - he didn't have anything else to hold against the offer to turn it down. if anything, this was another challenge jisung was ready to take head on. he's been told, that he's too passionate sometimes. that he puts in too much into things one wouldn't expect him to. but jisung is what he is; someone desperate to prove himself worth. someone being passionate in what he did because that is all he knew how to do, that is all he knew that could make up for his otherwise lack in proficiency. jisung wasn't trying too hard, he was only trying as much as he should to make up for the areas he lacked in. chan sees this, he recognises it but he doesn't prod it. he sends jisung off with a doughnut wrapped carefully in a napkin and with the weight of his guitar strap digging into his shoulders, jisung hopes to someday rise above all that he lacked. for his passion and hard work to pay off.

#stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids x you #skz x you #bang chan imagines #lee know imagines #changbin imagines #hyunjin imagines #seungmin imagines #han jisugn imagines #felix imagines #jeongin imagines

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uptoolateart · 7 months

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Bean There, Done That

One of my work colleagues messaged me on the way home to inform me that someone in our team requested a short story about the life of a coffee bean - specifying that the beans ultimately aren't afraid of being ground up because it's like becoming One and returning to The All.

A couple hours later....

Bean There, Done That

Beano lay in the jar, amid the pile of other beans like himself, staring out at The Grinder that sat beside them on the counter.

Day in, day out, a hand unscrewed the lid to the jar – removed it, letting in a shock of air – then dipped in The Spoon. And each time The Spoon came, anticipation brewed, gripping Beano’s core with cold hands – anticipation for the day when it would be his turn in The Grinder.

‘You never come back,’ one of the other beans said. ‘When you go…it changes you somehow and you never return to the jar.’

Maybe that was a good thing. Anything had to be better than the daily grind of sitting in that jar, not knowing when it would be your time to go. Yet, fear was stronger.

Please don’t take me. Take the others, but not me.

A prayer made in vain. It was only a matter of time before The Spoon caught him in its cruel lip.

‘I think we’re all looking at it the wrong way,’ another bean said. An older bean, who’d been in the jar longer. His voice was heavy with the weight of experience.

‘How should we look at it?’ Beano asked.

‘Well…tell me, how well do you remember being a seedling?’

A memory flashed in his mind, an image forming, of being green and small, before he’d swelled into something resembling what he was today.

The older bean nodded as though he held the same image in his own mind. ‘And can you remember when you were chosen?’

Chosen? He hadn’t thought of it that way but…perhaps that was what had happened that day – the day he was plucked from the plant, forever taken from the only world he ever knew, selected for roasting.

‘You were frightened then, weren’t you.’ It wasn’t a question.

‘Of course I was frightened. I didn’t know what to expect.’

‘Yet you survived. You changed, but you’re here. We’re all here. We’re in this together, you know. Sometimes it’s easy to forget our shared roots – to let time harden and embitter us. But none of us is truly alone when The Spoon comes for us.’

‘You really believe that?’

‘I have to.’

‘So you’re not scared at all?’

The older bean sighed. ‘Of course I am. It’s always frightening, not knowing what’s coming next. But maybe that’s also part of the thrill.’

Thrill. Hard to imagine, but…maybe. He couldn’t deny that inner voice that said it was time to move on. There was nothing left for him in the jar.

If only there were some way to know for certain that whatever awaited them in The Grinder didn’t hurt. But if the other beans screamed out in pain, the sound was drowned out by the motor of the machine as it processed them into something else – something Beano could only imagine as he hung in the jar, watching, waiting.

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The next time The Hand of Fate came, Beano knew.

It’s come for me. It’s my turn.

The lid was unscrewed, the air flooding in. The Spoon dove in, dislodging him and catching him in its snare. He fell, back into the jar, but the providential utensil came for him again.

Beano was lifted into the air, staring down at the other beans remaining in the jar. Beside him, other beans jostled with anxiety. Then they were sliding off The Spoon, into the silver bowl of The Grinder – him, the older bean, and several others.

Imagination had not prepared him for what lay within – four sharp blades, glinting under the kitchen light, emphasising their cold steel edges. It had to hurt. How could it not? If only he were a Mexican jumping bean and could leap on out of here. But he was a coffee bean, and this was what happened to his kind. There was no escaping your purpose.

The Hand approached, reaching for the machine, for a button. Any second now and this would all be over. He’d finally understand the great mystery that awaited them all. And he wasn’t ready – he wasn’t ready.

‘I’m scared,’ he whispered to the older bean, whose time was finally up.

‘I am too.’

The admission undid him. How was he supposed to hold it together, if his senior, the one who’d taught him there was some good in this, was just as terrified?

It didn’t matter, because The Hand was there, the finger extended, pushing the button. Then – the whirring sound, so familiar and yet new, fresh, when it was coming for him.

The Blades of Destiny didn’t just begin turning but whipped round, flinging him in dizzy circles, jumbling up with his companions. When The Blades made their first cuts, the sharpness was so exquisite that he couldn’t quite feel it, only had a sense of dissemblance. His consciousness was splitting, multiplying. Somehow, he was in more than one place at once, time and space but mythology.

Helpless, he surrendered – the only choice he could make before all choice was taken from him. He let go, released of his shell and whirling with the fragments of his brethren, until it was impossible to know where he ended and they began.

The old bean was right. We’re not alone. We’re all in this together – in ways we could never imagine.

Sweet silence settled as the blades fell still. He landed in a heap, somehow both less and more than he was before. There was no Beano, no older bean, no brethren. They were all one bean, released from the constraints of form.

The Hand came again, lifting the bowl out of the machine, into the air, and tilting it over a white cup. Soft as leaves, they were eased into the cup, caught and cradled in a filter, warm and snug. Then – burning – hot water being poured over them, releasing their essence.

Oh god, the smell that burst forth, filling the air! It was them, transmuted once again, now no longer solid but aroma, the aroma of spirit.

As they drifted over the kitchen, floating as steam and scent above the counter, they saw the jar that had once encased them, the prison they had once clung to, believing it protected them. The other beans remained in there, waiting for their turn, afraid of what it would bring.

If only they could tell them – could describe the beauty and ecstasy of what was coming for them.

But they’d just have to find out for themselves.

#short story #original fiction #total randomness #coffee beans #life of a coffee bean #crack fic #crack treated seriously #metaphysical #existential crisis #philosophical conundrum #destiny #the hand of fate #the spoon of fate #coffee love #I don't even like coffee

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dragonedged-if · 1 year

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Winner Of The Poll 2

So I'm confused to which one I will write a snippet due to Lucian and Variel are tied.

Using a wheel and spinning it, the arrow landed on Lucian.

But don't worry I will write next Variel and lastly Lucas.

Now let's try it this one in the POV of Lucian but as a plotwist the hickey is just a prank. 😉😉

A prank that turned into a complicated mess.

So I hoped you guys enjoyed this snippet.

(Lucian's POV)

The sun blasting it's rays through the castle's windows, showing dust dancing in the air.

"Achoo!" rubbing your nose and snorting, wetting your chapped lips.

Rubbing your eyes and shaking your head, fighting the urge to close your heavy eyes.

Walking through the castle hallways each steps heavy and dragging, your mind and body screaming at you to get back to bed.

There is parts of you to go back to sleep for another couple of hours but you dread the dreams that will haunt you the moment you drift off to sleep.

Slapping your cheek weekly, adjusting your attire and hugging yourself closely.

Your shoes, echoing through the empty hallways, stopping and head looking to the left and right, eyes scanning for any sign of life.

Shrugging your shoulders and continuing on your journey, from afar you recognized the brown oaken door.

Judging by the looks of it you can say that the wood is very old and needs of a polish evident by the lack of color.

Slowly reaching for the handle feeling it's cool metal on your skin, twisting it and hearing the lock came undone.

You peered through the open hole you made, honestly you preferred to be alone right now, wanting to enjoy the peace and silence.

Entering like a thief in the night and closing the door gently hearing the locks clicked.

Breathing in the air and closing your eyes, savoring each quiet and wishing for it to not end.

Then your mind started to play a tune that you use to hear when watching the mortals, body swaying to the tone in your mind.

Arms moving and hips bouncing, feet's sliding on the cobblestone floor and gliding towards the sink.

Grapping the pot and putting some water on it feeling the chilling cold on your caramel skin, your mind starting to come alive.

Then spinning around and dropping the pot on the woods, plucking a match from the cupboard and dragging it on the wooden surface.

Fire coming to alive and it's flames dancing, then throwing it on the woods setting ablaze in an instant.

"Nice moves!" a voice cuts through the air like knife through butter.

You spun around and crossing your arms, eyeing the floor below you and wishing it swallow you whole, away from this embarrassment.

Leaning your weight on the sink and playing it cool, mouth shut and not looking at the person. Seconds come by and the palpable deafening silence is maddening.

Thankfully the intruder speak up, saving you the trouble of opening up. "Is that coffee!" she treks towards the sink, her white dress billowed in the winds.

Still not speaking nor looking at the person, waiting in agony when she will leave you be and let you enjoy your peace.

She grabs a mug made of porcelain and setting it down, then she reached for the pot and pouring the water, steam rising from her mug.

"Lucian, it's very rude to ignore the person that is talking to you!" she grabs a jar and opened it, the smell of grounded coffee beans filling the air.

Sighing in defeat, you stand straight and addressing the person beside you. "I'm sorry for my behavior Clara, is that I'm still not over with what happened yesterday!" you shift in your place uncomfortably, hands becoming moist.

"Oh?" she grabs a spoon and mix her coffee, the brown water spinning around and around like a vortex.

She sits down and smelling her brew, then she raised the mug to her lips. Making your blood boil, she is drinking your coffee.

"So Clara, what do I owe the pleasure?" your voice heavy with annoyance and flashing her a strained smile.

She took another sip of your coffee and licking her lips.

"Clara!" your voice rises and resisting the urge to grab her mug and splash her face with it.

Then she finally looks at you on the eyes, her smile made you squeezy and uneasy.

What is her game?, you grabbed your pants and squezzed it with your sweaty hands.

Then a new figure barged into the room, your heart sunk and feeling that this is the beginning of the end.

Before you came here, you felt something is wrong like some disaster will come your way.

But you wish is a disaster or a catastrophe but now you know the expression of the mortals when they say.

"Why the fates are cruel to me?" your mouth moved on their own accord.

"Lucian, I hoped you don't mind I invited MC for tea!" Clara says in a sing-song voice and her smile turned into something predatory.

"MC! Why of all people it has to be MC?" you vision spinning around and your chest tightening, the air becoming scarce.

Your knees threatening to buckle underneath you until a pair of hands caught you and securing you in their arms.

"You alright?" it ask you in a soothing voice, eyes filled with worry and eyebrows furrowed.

Catching a glimpse of their looks, you recognized those pools of black, clean shaven face and a cute nose.

"Alright?" you answer unsure, transfixed on the sight in front of you.

You and MC stared one another, the world stop spinning for a moment.

Just you and them in this bubble, you moved closer eyeing their lips.

Inch by inch getting closer and closer, until a voice interrupts your moment.

"You two are perfect for each other!" she giggles like a child, voice pitched and hands shaking.

Your cheeks heatened up in embarrassment and removing yourself away from their soft and safe arms.

Then you stand straight and fixed your clothes, gathering your composure and addressing MC.

"I apologize for that MC and I must excuse myself!" bowing your head and moving past them, carrying what little dignity you have left.

Opening the door and hurriedly going through it, traversing the hallways and increasing your pace.

Finding a isolated place to collect your thoughts, finally what it feels like a long and exhausting journey you sunk down to your knee's and buried your head inside them.

Screaming in joy and hugging yourself tight, that's the most intimate experience you have with MC, you slammed your fist on the ground and cursing Clara for disturbing the moment.

(Meanwhile Back At The Tea Room)

(Clara's POV)

"That was hot!" you looked at the door where Lucian rushed into.

Holding the spoon and spinning your cold coffee, watching the waters spinning.

"Clara!" MC calls your attention and standing in front of you.

You tilt your head up and seeing MC looking down on you like a father would when he will give a lecture to his daughter.

"You know that you have to tell him eventually!"

You leaned back on your chair and puffing your cheeks.

"Why do you have to ruin the fun MC?" raising your head defiantly and meeting MC's gaze head on, challenging them to tell you otherwise.

"Because I only agreed to prank him not cause him humiliation!" they cast their arm to the door fast and firm like a whip.

You set your gaze back to the door and started to imagine Lucian on his knees, eyes red and wet and voice hoarse and rasp.

"Fineeeee!" you fling your arms in the air and sinking down on your chair like a wet noodle.

Leave it to MC to be a buzzkill and ruin the fun but you can't help but smirk remembering the details of yesterday.

Lucian is so obvious with his feeling and it would be a shame if you don't take advantage of it.

(Yesterday)

(Clara's POV)

Standing in place, nerves tingling and blood boiling in anticipation.

Hiding behind a tree it's bark rough and prickly on your skin, the birds are chirping above your head.

Taking a peek, slowly leaving the cover of the tree and spotting Lucian talking to a couple of kids.

Jumping up and down and laughing merrily and without a care in the world.

Sometimes you miss what it feels like to be a kid, no responsibilities and just playing all day.

The lush green fields, flowers blooming in their season and you just running amok, wild and free.

But sadly everything has a end and you have to grow up leaving those memories in the past.

"There!" spotting MC walking at the opposite end of the road where Lucian is.

The plan is simple, you ask MC's help to prank Lucian which they accepts readily strange enough.

So using a small cup and heating it up, then placing it on the neck of MC leaving a red spot that looks like a kisser's mark.

The plan set in motion and the pieces moving, all that is left is for it to bear fruit.

Waiting behind a tree bark is agonizing for you, you wish to be in the center of the action but you don't want to ruin the plan, so you settle for watching in a distance instead.

The sun shining brightly on the clear blue sky and it's rays starting to intensify, you plucked your handkerchief from your pocket and dap your sweaty forehead.

(Lucian's POV)

The kids clinging to your arm like a monkey bar and swinging on it.

Being around them gives you great happiness, giving you warmth outrivaling the heat that you feel on your skin.

"More, More!" the kids clings to your legs possessively, looking at you with big eyes and a big smile on their face.

"Alright but this is the last time!" raising one finger and wagging it.

At your words the kids are crestfallen, their heads down, losing the energy they have earlier.

Like you have delivered a terrible news to them, the laughter and smiles were gone in an instant.

"I'm just joking!" you jest, trying to salvage the situation.

"Really?" one kid with blond curly hair looked at you with hopeful eyes.

"Really!"

"Yayyy!" they shout in unison, you covered your ears from their shrieks and screams.

"Look it's MC!" a little girl with caramel hair points behind her, at her words everyone turned around curious.

From a distance, you see MC walking closer and closer towards you, your heart quickening and hands becoming sweaty.

Only this far and you already acting up?

Oh what would happen if they talking to you face to face, you hoped that you will not faint.

But fainting means falling and falling means catching!

Your mind speaks to you, your mouth raises upwards just thinking about the idea.

MC getting much closer now, only a hairs length and they will be in front of you.

"Front of me!" you thought, thinking the prospect to be terrifying.

Looking in front of you and behind you debating either to run or face this head on.

"Lucian!" they shout your name making your stomach flutter, you already heard them call your name before but every time they do it gives you goosebumps and sending chills down your spine.

"MC!" you opened your mouth but no words came out, try as you might it always get stuck in your throat like a itch that wouldn't go away no matter you cough.

"Hey kids!" they kneel down and scratches the head of a boy his hair a mess.

"Stop it!" the boy pushes MC's hands with his little hands and squirming under the weight of MC hand's.

"I will not!"

"MC did you know that Lucian has a crush on you!" a little girl with auburn hair points to you accusingly with her tiny fingers like you're some suspect on trial.

"MC and Lucian sitting under a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" they chant and head swaying to the tune.

Great the kids are selling you out, that what you get for trusting those cute and big eyes, who knew that there is evil hiding on the deepest corners of their hearts.

"I don't have a crush!" you squeak like a mouse caught on a trap, steeling your expression but your flustered face betrays you.

"Liar! the kids laugh at you their tiny voices irritating you.

(MC's POV)

Clenching your jaw and resisting the urge to laugh, you feel your eyes are tearing up.

"MC you alright?" Lucian looked at you, eyes smoldering and studying with a stoic expression.

Then you burst out laughing like a madman, clutching your stomach and putting your foot in front of you to not fall over.

"Ok that's not nice!" Lucian says with a huff, crossing his arms together and stomping his feet on the ground.

Sometime you forget that Lucian is a God because he acts like a child.

"I apolo- apolo-" you shake your head , your laughter so hard you couldn’t get the words out. Holding up a hand, you tried to catch your breath.

"Pffttt! you burst into laughter once more, holding your stomach tighter and starting to feel pain in your abdomen.

"Ok now that's childish!" he's cheeks swelling in annoyance.

"Is just that a God is being bullied by a couple of kids, now I can scratch that from my bucket list!" you let out a few more laugh and wiping the tears from your eyes, intaking deep airs and exhaling them out.

"Kids I have to borrow Lucian from you moment! you reached for Lucian, at your touched Lucian jumps away like your hand is made out of flames, then he looked at the place where you graze him like he has been burned.

(Lucian's POV)

Their skin grazing on yours, you eyed the location where you felt the weight and pressure of their fingers, ingraining it forever in your memory.

Until of course, you noticed the red spots on MC's neck, the spots looks like rashes but it's circuar and more like of a brusing.

You heard this type of red spot on the mortal plane, leprosy? No it should be white. Is it blight? No that only applies to plants.

You peered deeper into the archives of your mind, the words at the tip of your tongue but can't just put your finger on it.

Then you remembered it like a switch turned on your mind illuminating through the darkness.

"Hickey!" you chuckle to yourself and then spinning to look at the red bruise on MC,

"A HICKEY!" you roared, nostrils flaring and eyeing the red patch like a disease.

"Oh this?" MC touched their marked skin hesitantly, like it's some open wound.

"WHO DID THIS TO YOU?" in a blink of an eye you closed the distance between the two of you.

Putting your hand under the chin of MC and tilting it up, inspecting it like a mother would dressing and cleaning the wounds of her child.

"No one!" they said, their throat reverberating on your fingers.

"MC kiss someone!" a girl with caramel hair exclaims, at her words there is a pandemonium of gasp among the group. the children's eyes filled with horror and face contorts to anger.

MC swat your hand and distancing themselves from you, pinching the bridge of their nose and sighing.

"Can we talk in private Lucian?" they stressed, eyes spelling urgency and offering their hand to you, waiting for you to clasp and go with them.

At first you extend your hand, slowly moving it.

MC watching in earnest, seeing that you agree they opened their hand even more making it enticing.

But for some reason you stopped mid-way, then you withdraw your hand swiftly and placing it on your chest, heart hammering inside you and gasping for air greedily.

Then you turned on your heels and runned away, leaving everyone behind, covering your ears as you ran to not hear MC's voice shouting your name.

Your body wanted to stop and run towards them but you fight the urge, you continued running with no destination in mind.

To you it's already too late, MC belongs to somebody else now evident by the mark on their neck like a brand signaling that they are a property of somebody else.

(Present Time)

(Clara's POV)

"Clara!" a voice hollers your name and drawing you out of your thoughts.

Shaking your head and looking at the person. "Hmmm?" you hum, still dazed from reminiscing.

"Do I have your word that you will tell him the truth?" MC glare is sharp as a knife and jaw shut tight.

"You have my word!" you stand up from your chair, raising your hand extending it to MC.

MC raises their eyebrow, eyeing your hand with apprehension like they are making a deal a with the devil.

"I promised!" you flashed them a smile to make them at ease and jutting your hand towards them like a spear.

MC raised their hand and put it in front of them then they did the most vile thing ever, they pucker their lips and spit on their hand.

The sight made your body shiver in disgust, body leaning back afraid that you might contact some disease.

MC clasp your hand, you feel the sticky phlegm on your palm sticky and spreading, you painfully closed your eyes and shaked hands.

MC lets go of your hands and even though your eyes are closed you can feel and imagine the mucus stretching on your palm like taffy.

Opening your eyes and already regretting it, you lift your hand in the air and shaking it but the saliva stayed in place like glue, pungent smelly glue.

The smell is like swamp water that been left under the sun for a long time, hands reaching for the backrest of the chairs, gripping it with your life and distancing your tainted hand from you.

"Gonna faint?" MC chuckles, pulling the chair in front of you and seating down.

They leaned close, grinning until it reaches their eyes, propping their chin under their hand and watching you suffer.

Your mouth twitching in fury, teeth grinding on teeth, you put you feet behind you and using the chair as leverage you slammed your stained hand in their face and rubbing it all over, not leaving any spot unsoiled.

A deal struck and both parties agreed but will Clara keep her word?

I will let you finish the story my Readers but let's say that if Lucian find it out then Clara will face the full force of a God's wrath.

#Spotify #Late Aprils Fools #Someone Gonna Get Smitten

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I Found You

Len X Han

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Coffee and papers flew into a mess as the two strangers collided on their hurried paths, unaware their destinies were now intertwined.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry about that” The guy in the apron said as he looked sympathetically at the girl now trying to gather her pages which were scattered everywhere on the ground. He bent down to help the poor girl in distress as he started to take the fallen papers in his hand. The boy looked over the girl, but she simply looked too stressed.

He thought that if she doesn’t want to talk about it, he will quietly help her. With all her hair coming on her face, he couldn’t even see her face. As he reached out to grab the last paper he felt a soft hand on his and as soon as he traced it back to its owner, he finally saw her face.

She was just there, close to him, tracing the back of his hand with the softest finger in the world. He stopped talking, stopped moving, stopped breathing. She looked up and saw him looking and he felt his knees give out and nearly fell flat on the ground, he held himself up using the remaining energy that was left in his body, until the coffee shop owner screamed at him to get back to work. He handed her the pile of papers and she smiled—that smile! let her smile again—and walked behind the counter with jars of coffee beans, pastries, cakes, sneaking up glances at her, while peering out from behind the counter so that she wouldn't see him. Her eyes are bluer than ice. When she looks at me my skin freezes. He did not, could not look away. The owner caught him staring and went to her, whispering things into her ear which only made her smile, politely sending her away. She looked and looked and did not see him, her brow furrowing. Let me be the iron that smooths her brow. I'll make a life's work of it. He followed them, moving through the crowd of students and office workers; but never looking away lest he lose her forever. She looked back and saw him. Is she true? Is she there? Or is it a dream of Satan to torment me with hope? Either way let him torment. I will dream. I will dream. And he followed them from the market.

Days passed by, but he couldn’t let her get out of her head. She was taking over every part of his mind like a plague finding fresh life yet the biggest mystery of Han Jisung’s life always ended up on a single question. Who was she and how did Mrs. Choi, his boss and the coffee shop owner know her? He tried asking her with all that he had to know something, anything at all about the mysterious girl who was now occupying her mind completely. At this point, he felt so desperate that he would even be happy knowing the initials of her name. But like any other time when he brought the topic of the blue eyed woman, Mrs. Choi gave him too much work to do while trying to hide her smile.

A single chance was all Han wanted, he would do anything for this girl he barely knew. He felt so overwhelmed by her thoughts that he could barely sleep at night. So the next day, when he opened the door to the cafe ready to spend yet another day surmising in her blue eyes he could have never predicted what was before his eyes. She was right there. The person living in his head rent free for more than a week now sitting by the window, book in hand. It felt like the world around him stopped, he could no longer hear people talking, he could no longer hear Mrs. Choi dictating the list of tasks he had to handle. Oh, to drown in those ocean blue eyes - it was like their first meeting all over again. Yet this time, instead of pinning all alone when those eyes met his own brown ones; the stars collided, a beautiful chaos waiting to unfold.

But it ended as soon as it started, she looked away. Though leaving Han feeling a bit bitter, he still felt firecrackers exploding in his chest as he replayed what had happened over and over again.

“Serve a London Fog Tea Latte on table 4.” Mrs. Choi announced taking Han out of his thoughts. Table 4….Did she actually say table 4!!?? BUT THAT’S WHERE SHE IS SITTING! Could he really just walk up to her and TALK? WOULD HE HAVE TO TALK TO HER? Like the gears of a machine working on its own, Han too was making her order while thinking of all possible ways he could mess this up. Does he look bad today? Should he just have used a different perfume? Maybe it was better to have someone else get her order. What if he messes up and she doesn’t like him before he even gets a chance to properly introduce himself?

“Is that my order?” Wait, that voice…Han saw her sitting in front of him looking up in anticipation. How does he not remember walking up to her? He tried to give his warmest smile and gave her, her order still looking at her face for any hint of joy or maybe annoyance but what he didn’t expect was for her lips to lie in a flat line and then laugh with tears in her eyes. What was so funny? Was there something on his face? She looked at him, filled with pure joy - please, keep laughing forever - and then back at the latte he had made.

Horror filled his eyes as soon as he realized what he had done.

“Is that a dick? On my latte?” He couldn’t believe those vile words came out of such a pretty face. Of course, He shouldn’t judge someone like that after all; he knew better than to read a book by its cover but being right in front of her killed all the remaining sense in his body; even more so after the blunder he had made.

“Oh god, I can’t believe it.” She’s definitely gonna throw her latte on his face and stomp out, and he was gonna lose his job surely.

“Are you okay? You’ve gone pale. You can trust me I won’t tell a single soul about this. Actually I am pretty glad this happened; my week wasn’t going quite as planned but this. It’s the most I’ve laughed.” She then said once again looking at him wiping her tears and he swore to himself that to see her like that; he would even take the risk of getting fired - because at any cost, each time her laugh reverberated through him he fell ever so deeply into this bottomless pit that he wouldn’t mind falling into as long as he got to see her in front of him everyday.

“I’m fine, thanks for worrying about me.”

“Oh, I see, I’m Len btw. Nice to meet you. I don’t believe I got to thank you the last time for helping me.” Her smile is the prettiest thing he had seen in his entire life; he didn’t care how many times he must’ve thought about it already but he will never get sick of saying it.

“The pleasure is all mine, You can call me Han….or if you prefer call me yours~”

No way did he just say that. No way in hell he ACTUALLY SAID THAT. He’s doomed, for eternity. Now she’s going to think he has no game and he’s going to die alo-

“You’re adorable.”

Excuse me….what. SYSTEM FAILURE!! SYSTEM FAILURE!! SYSTEM FAILURE!!

“Stop flirting with Len and get back to work, Han.” Mrs. Choi called out while slapping the back of his head. Was it really that obvious? He walked back to the counter, stealing glances back at Len who seemed to do the same. The scene played out just like last time, Mrs. Choi whispered something in Len’s ear; her smiling making flowers grow with how beautiful it was and then politely sending her away.

He couldn’t, wouldn’t let her go again this easily. It has just been two meetings yet why did it feel like he was meant to be hers the moment he laid eyes on her. Why did it feel like the chaos in the entire universe was meant to calm down once they were together. Why did it feel like each of Han’s troubles just melted whenever he was with her. This strange entropy among them which just felt so right, like it was always meant to arrange itself this way.

By the time, Han was supposed to close the store; it was already dark outside. He went out to keep the chalkboard that displayed a few popular items of their menu, back inside.

He was not expecting the same person who caused chaos to spread through his entire system to be playing with a kitten on the sidewalk. Scratching its belly, picking it up in air; until she noticed his presence and once again as if storms were stirred and time stopped their eyes met like this was the first time.

“You’re finally done with work?” She said, getting up with the kitten still in her arms.

“Oh…..Yes, I was just about to close down. Do you want to come in?”

“Are you sure it wouldn’t be a problem? I’d hate to get in the middle of your work plus, what if you have plans?”

“Oh trust me, if I had plans I wouldn’t be here at the cafe at 8pm. Come in, It’s fine.”

Happy that he was alone with her, Han still couldn’t shake the feeling of uneasiness because of the exact same reason. He was ALONE with Len; and by this time the cafe gets no customers since it’s closing time so there was no way they could be interrupted by anyone.

“The weather’s gotten chilly hasn’t it, I feel like it’s gonna snow soon.” Unable to form any responses Han just hummed in response getting behind the counter.

“So, what would you like?”

“A Fog tea latte with a dick please.” Han looked at her almost immediately; now looking at Len who was trying her hardest not to burst out laughing.

“You’re never going to let it die huh?”

“Never, not till I die.”

“Guess, I’m gonna have to kill you with my hands.”

“You’re so cute.”

“I’m talking about murdering you here miss, I don’t see what part of this is ‘adorable’.”

“It is, you just don’t see it.”

“I believe your definition of adorable is quite flawed.”

“I don’t think calling out someone like you as cute is a flawed definition, I think it’s quite befitting instead.” This is definitely a dream. He is absolutely dreaming. If only he never woke up from this.

“Oh god, you do realize you turn red when you’re flustered. It’s the cutest thing ever.” She said touching his cheek with the back of her hand. How was she so….direct with him. Her skin felt so cold, contrary to how hot he was feeling. But, this moment just felt so right. If time were to freeze at this very moment; neither of them seemed like they would complain for it felt like this was what the universe intended to happen. Every single moment in their life, led them to this particular moment where everything froze and it was just the two of them. Han didn’t know her yet he felt like they’ve known each other for years because the look in her eyes was that of longing and comfort, like she finally found what she had been searching for.

“You haven’t changed one bit have you?” She said, retrieving her hand back and walking around a bit slowly.

“What do you mean?”

“Still as oblivious aren’t you” He tried his best to think about what she meant. How was she talking like she already knew him?

“Well if it gets your memory going, we made a promise remember?”

“You promise right?” The little boy was now crying, unable to hold back his tears any longer.

“I promise that I will find you and then we can live happily ever after together! Don’t cry Han!” The girl in the purple dress said, wiping the little boy’s tears. “Be brave Han! I’m sure you’ll make amazing friends there too and you can always write letters to me right.”

“But noona, you won’t be there. And I cannot talk to other people properly, they scare me.”

“I’m sure you’ll do great, don’t worry about it. I will definitely come meet you after we grow up!”

“Noona….can I ask you a question?”

“What is it?”

“When I grow up, will you marry me?”

“Of course I would! Grow up into a strong boy okay?” She said, patting his head softly.

Han didn’t know what to feel about this. He felt so comforted yet so different. This felt like a dream come true. No wonder those blue eyes felt so familiar the first time he saw them.

“I can’t believe it….You were in front of me all this yet I-”

“Hey, It’s okay now I’m here in front of you.” She said, giving her famous smile that could indeed light up the whole town.

“I just don’t know how I forgot you. You meant so much to me back then and now, I couldn’t even remember you…” He felt sad, deep inside he was cursing himself how he even allowed himself to forget her.

“You really haven’t changed at all.” She said now going for a hug but did he really deserve this? He did love her but was he really the one meant to be the one who was going to keep her happy?

“I’m sorry….I don’t think I….”

“Dumbass” She said and wrapped herself around him. If he thought her hands on her cheeks felt nice, then he couldn’t explain how good this felt.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you noona.”

“You didn’t do anything at all.”

He couldn’t speak a word because of how ashamed he felt.

“After all, what matters the most right now is that….I found you.”

He was never a person with too much self confidence or someone who would openly do something cheesy but at this moment, it was like he couldn’t contain himself and did what he was supposed to.

“.....Jeogiyeo noona hokshi namjachingu iseoyeo?” (Excuse me noona, do you have a boyfriend?)

Len was clinging to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and running her hands through his hair and pulling him into her. He tastes so sweet. So hot and so sweet and she kept trying to say his name but she couldn't even find the time to breathe, much less to say a single word.

He leaned over her, cupping her face in his hands, his thumbs two parentheses around her mouth and he pulled her close and he kissed her, kissed her until time topples over and her head spins into oblivion.

It's a heavy, unbelievable kiss. It’s a kiss that had waited for years to happen.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world. The kind that takes forever and no time at all. His hands were holding her cheeks, and he pulls back just to look her in the eye and his chest was heaving and he says, "I think," he says, "my heart is going to explode," and she wished, more than ever, that she knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever.

Because this.

This was everything.

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@hxzelwallflower asked:

A small wicker basket is left outside Doc's estate , the soft rap of her knuckles against the door alerting it's delivery . A small bouquet of peach and yellow roses , sunflower basil seeds she purchased earlier in the day , and a small jar of assorted paper stars she figured would add a bit of color to his décor .

She didn't really have room for anything other than maybe one egg , which was neatly tied with a blue ribbon . Happy Easter to her favorite cottage elder !

What...is...? Flowers, he knows. Flowers and herbs are the constant in his life. Folding paper, he... That makes his head hurt. Somehow he gets the feeling that's important. That there's something deeper of a connection to the little stars. He knows them... but does he? His fingers desire to fold... but how does he know how to fold them? He's never folded paper like that in his life... Strange. He still explores the basket, almost animal-like. Somewhat rabbit, somewhat eager like a raccoon or opossum desperately trying to find what's been left at the door. If all else fails, scream and then play dead. He soon discovers the seeds and then the egg. Curious... He's seen children with dyed eggs in town but he's never paid attention to the explanations that Grumpy or Happy gave him. He holds it upwards, now starting to seem more childlike in his wonder. "Oh...!" Thankfully there's no chocolate or coffee beans in there because he would have gorged himself. Doc seats himself in front of the cottage, still exploring his basket with a hum and none the wiser that Eileen had paid a visit, filling in for the Easter Bunny.

#doc speaks #AHHHH THIS WAS SO CUTE SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG #hxzelwallflower

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Description: Tiktok from user "jules.rach" featuring user fridayisfunky. The caption says "POV: Christian couple tries coffee for the first time."

Jules: Good morning, everyone! It's me and Jeremiah again! Jeremiah, say hi, baby.

Jeremiah: Hi baby!

Jules: Ooh, you're excited for this one today!

Jeremiah: Pl- matching plaids Tuesday!

Jules: So today's very exciting, we're trying something new, our marriage counselor told us we should try new things, right? We have been sent something by one of our good Christian followers and it's something a little out of the ordinary, okay? They sent us coffee and as you know, as Christians, we do not indulge in caffeine, but we ran it by our pastor and he said we could split a cup for the shared experience. And on here, it says it's a... k-q... que-queer-

Jeremiah: Qare.

Jules: Qare owned woman owned business. I believe that Qare was one of the...

Jeremiah: Latin.

Jules: One of the disciples-

Jeremiah: It's Latin.

Jules: Oh okay. So we're gonna go ahead and try it. Go ahead, baby!

Jeremiah pours the beans into a mason jar, then a blender.

Jules: G-go ahead and press the button, babe.

The blender starts whirring and Jeremiah screams. Jules pours the coffee into a cup.

Jules: First sip! Coffee ever! (takes a sip, interested noise)

Jeremiah: What is it? What's it like? (takes a sip and gags)

Jules: (more intense drink) Oh, that's good stuff. Woah, that is really good-

Jeremiah: (takes a drink) I'm feeling something in my body. I'm feeling it.

There's a cut. Jeremiah is now wearing a backwards hat and they both look like they're thinking deeply.

Jeremiah: ...I... can think clearly for the first time in my entire life... and babe... I'm gay.

Jules: ...Of course you're gay. How the fuck am I married?

Jeremiah: I don't know.

Jules: How the fuck am I married??

Jeremiah: We're so young.

Jules: What are your thoughts on ethical non-monogamy?

Jeremiah: I think that no one person can fulfill everyone's need!

There's a cut and Jeremiah has left the room.

Jules: (panicked) Babe... who'd you vote for in 2020? Who'd you vote for in 2020??

Jeremiah walks back in, scrolling through his phone.

Jules: Fuck. Fuck. What are you doing right now?

Jeremiah: I'm on Grindr. Is he hot?

Jules: Yeah, do you wanna have a threesome?

Jeremiah: Yeah.

Jules: Okay okay okay, fuck-

Jeremiah: Actually, d-don't come.

Jules: That's fine, that's fine.

Cut, and they're facing each other.

Jeremiah: Just try it, it's an experiment.

They quickly kiss.

Jules: Nothing.

Jeremiah: I don't feel anything! I don't feel anything at all! (nervous laughter) I-

Cut, they're in different clothes and look scared.

Jules: Good morning, everybody. Um, last night is a complete blur. We just found out what queer means.

Jeremiah: That coffee made us gay! That coffee made us gay!

Jules: Not a Christian follower! Not a Christian follower! We are horrified! We are horrified! We will never be drinking caffeine ever again. We are on our way to church right now. Please continue to pray for us!

#this is an ad so like go to the original if you want coffee that makes you gay #this is part of a series but this episode really advanced the Lore #jules and jeremiah #idk if the wife character has a canon name #tiktok #gay #lesbian

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partyinthemysterymachine · 2 years

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So THAT is why someone was in tha a&s tags on my blog. Sneaky 👁

ANYWAYS. GIVE ME SOME RANDOM AU LORE. DRAG IT FROM THE DEPTHS BC I WANT IT. now 🔫

(Also dw. Yr in no rush, I'm having the time of my life editing my replies in the docs bit by bit (which i haven't done, actually, im a liar <3))

REACHES AND DRAGS HANDS DOWN UR FACE

theo i love u and always will. a&s is A Place

ngl tho side-eyeing that last a&s post. i'm narrowing my eyes...........

(oh my god goomt pLEASE just write your own library arc im DYING)

chinhands

hey so remember this fun little ditty i wrote a while back--

If Happy Little Bluebirds Fly

--that was actually the pitch of @adreamingofguns but i latched my nasty little teeth into it and ran off into the landfill sunset slobbering and flailing my head around???

i do that a lot actually huh. give me an inch and i'll take the Titanic

anyway so i don't remember exactly how much of the pitch was Nick's doing but the point is that i grabbed it and ran lmfao and thus, If Happy Little Bluebirds Fly

i actually re-read my own fics a lot, especially when i'm stuck. i've always been REALLY PLEASED and PROUD of how i wrote If Happy Little Bluebirds Fly so i'll go back to that and try to siphon The Juice from it. well, i was reading it recently (and i tweaked a name in the third chapter for fun Suggestion - can u find it?) and i was ho-humming at the end of the fic.

i'm not really sure if readers understood entirely what happened at the end there, and i never did anything with it - and honestly, i'd never planned to. .. not really, at least. the idea was there. i thought maybe it'd be a fun thing to pursue sometime after GOOMT but hEHh,

i'm like. well. what IF, indeed. and ofc this is another AU that'll probably never see the light of day outside my vivid hallucinating while trying to go to sleep or staring into the wild pale yonder (very disco of me tbh), BUT LET'S WORKSHOP IT TOGETHER EH

anyway uh if you haven't read the fic that's chill idk if anyone cares about the ~spoiler~ but SHRUG

RUNDOWN of the fic (in 3 easy chapters i pwommy) is that Harry and James initially meet waaay back in the day when James takes Mary to go see Mary's favorite pianist in concert. (that pianist? Jodi Mason. really makes u think) James and Harry literally run into each other during intermission, small chat, hi Mary! then they go back in. after the show, while James and Mary are waiting for the elevator, the Masons show up to ruin lives and the snowball keeps rolling down the hill.

James and Harry meet in SH and together, bring Heather home. they raise her together, though their relationship is extremely tumultuous, rly kinda toxic lmao, really just. riddled. with Bruh and love and it's disgusting. they love each other and their daughter but there is A Lot that's suggested. ends with them celebrating their anniversary (which is, coincidentally, Heather's birthday!!!)

>:)

but i gave a peek into Mary and James's relationship (and touched Jodi and Harry's relationship on the nose) and that was a lot of fun :3

SO! that's that one pls read and enjoy it it's def a favorite of mine lmao

spoiler: heather gets kidnapped at the end of the fic when everyone's just trying to have a nice fucking day god can't anyone mind their business around here

naturally the au takes place when James and Harry figure this out. 'Silent Hill Is On Its Bullshit' Senses Tingling.

now, quick note is that neither of them were IN Silent Hill the first time for very long at all. their time there overlapped and it was and wasn't meant to be intentional by the town. i don't think it knew what to do with the timing. it was great but also hhhhhhhh in its "eyes" but anyway, point is, James's got a Leave ending with Harry and baby Heather, he didn't get any conduit nonsense going on, he was probably in the town upwards of a week and a shake before he met up with Harry.

Harry, on the other hand, was probably in SH for a little over a week before he met up with James. James hadn't even really.. "finished" his arc..? which is important when they realize what the fuck just happened and oh god DAMMIT they gotta go to SH to get their fucking daughter back

i'll admit, this AU is certainly Dark. like, a&s is dark, but if you take into account what this one entails, oh buddy MAN is this one gonna be a rough fucking ride LOL like look

these two love each other to their depths but their relationship was havoc at times. i alluded to it, but there was a suicide attempt that Heather unfortunately got to see, and was probably dug up in therapy at some point. they argued and Heather remembers James not coming home some nights, or weeks, or months, and yeah, there was cheating from both James and Harry, they did NOT learn how to cope lmfao and did NOT process their wives' deaths very well, ESPECIALLY YOU, JAMES--

-- since he didn't get to have that closure like at the end of SH2. his and Harry's plots got mashed together, and Harry's took all importance with the Alessa/Order problem. as you can imagine, James has a LOT of unfinished business in SH.

they DID, though, see a lot of each others' SH and baggage, which is super important ofc to how they lived out their lives, and their lives together as a family and as fathers. stuff to keep in mind too, there are A LOT of unresolved problems between the two of them and a LOT of things repressed; and it's really just sad how much Heather actually remembers from her childhood that she'd've preferred remained stomped doooown down in the ground

Harry's Jeep is still crashed and fuckin pwnt in SH, and James's Pontiac is still at the observatory. they actually try to go in through South Vale i think to the observatory but ARE BLOCKED (!!!!!) on the road

a trucker

unfortunate business really :( this guy, this poor trucker's got his trailer in the middle of the road, taking up both lanes, looks like there was a minor accident here :( he apologizes to them and says that he's trying to get a hold of someone to help him with this, awful sorry. he redirects them instead: they can head in via Central Silent Hill, or they can go in via Shepherd's Glen. ur choice.

the trucker's a really sweet dude this Travis Grady, what a darling, obviously from Alabama, he's good humored and all but man. man there's something about him that's just. hrm.

well they decide to try to get in through Central Silent Hill though it means they'd have to go AAAALLL he way around the lake again (fuckin Toluca Lake) and ignore that Shepherd's Glen is closer, but agree that Travis had Weird Vibes and that the blockage seemed intentional which Great. Love That. Super Duper.

I ALSO DON'T THINK CYBIL WAS THERE THE FIRST TIME AROUND

ACTUALLY,

i think she's going to show up THIS time instead. which DOES mean older lady cop Cybil B) ur so welcome for that

SHE'S probably in SH herself looking for someone, or following a lead. not sure. something tells me it has to do with Alex? they might pass each other on the drive, so they see/pass Cybil's car heading in and take the exit towards Shepherd's Glen and she saw them on passing ofc.

things are TENSE the entire time bc i think that the discovery of Heather's kidnapping really was just a Bad Feeling and so they got up from the piano and went to her room and 404 DAUGHTER NOT FOUND

her phone was still on the bed tho, and the call was still active. Harry goes to pick it up and listen to the line and ask who the fuck's there and just hears someone sigh on the other end and hang up

(later, Harry's like, that situation was very Liam Neeson in Taken wasn't it lmfao wish i had the monologue memorized and James is like yeah now that you mention it. holy fuck lmaooo)

after that, Heather's phone bricks/locks itself up good and tight and useless to them. while they're really starting to panic, a radio turns on!

.. in the garage!

...... it's coming from the car!!!

they only hear it bc it's otherwise dead silent (ha) while they're up in Heather's room and just BARELY hear it so they'd have to go downstairs and into the garage and naturally it's really not THAT loud but w/e, spookiness

guess what's playing :)

guess what's playing guess

ok you'll never guess so i'll tell you it's Somewhere Over The Rainbow but naturally it's the very recording that Jodi played and recorded and the one that Mary listened to all the time <3 (maybe whispering lyrics on it? mary? who knows! is it even the right time for that bit of joy fun times or would a better place for it be when they arrive in SH? probably that tbh.. so when they arrive it could ~fittingly end~ when they come up to park and just have dead air after, hmmmMM isn't workshopping whatever i find in my ass FUN

bc ALSO there's the possibility of having it play continuously for the drive and even Travis comments on it like lol you guys sure like that song huh and they look TIRED lmfao; harry's like yeah sure but this yellow brick road sucks, i prefer elton john's and travis is like LOL yeah not much of a musicals person myself or elton john for that matter but i vibe, better than copperhead road i suppose.....

James........... squints at that wonders why it sounds familiar, it pings a bell for Harry too but he has no idea, but anyway)

(they'll figure that one out later :3c)

anyway they're about to have a horrible horrible near future lmfao bc wELL

they BOTH knew that there was a high high chance that they weren't done with the Order and all that bullshit but still like :\ come ON

Douglas does show up here - but was he involved with Heather's kidnapping? mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

mmmmMMMMMMMMMm

......... sure :) you know? sure. especially since he and the Sunderland-Masons (reversed -adjacent name asldfhaog -adjacent are the Mason-Sunderlands, gotta tell the AU's apart at least a LITTLE bit i mean like. The Connotations. that are only understood by me i guess skldf) have known each other for uhhhh

glances at watch-less wrist

maybe four years at this point bc Douglas is James's AA sponsor (spoiler for what i changed in ch3! LOL) so they're familiar to say the least! a family friend :)

:) Ruh Roh :)

ANYWAY I'LL STOP HERE thank u for coming to my impromptu ted talk and causing problems, ILU THEO AND I LOVE A&S LIKE BURNIIINNNGGG

#ches writes #bluebird au #yeah sure let's call it that!#HHRHRHADFGLGHAGDH fresh from my ass LOL omg shut #fuck i KNEW i'd casually pursue this as a little spinoff from happy little bluebirds but damn look what u did theo #AH one day. one day.#being kind to the silent hill/harry mason/james sunderland tags today lmfao i'll come back and tag later for my own archive purposes #PLS ENJOY #I SURE HAVE #screams into coffee bean jar

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hyuneytoast · 2 years

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-ˋˏ Bloomed ⋅⊰ yjg

Pairing | Yang Jeongin x Reader

Tags/Warnings | Plant shop au, Fluff, Humor?, Minor profanity, Food, Mentions of death because Jeongin is not skilled in keeping plants alive (can’t blame him can we)

Synopsis | What better way to see you than by showing off his lack of a green thumb each week.

Word Count | 2.5k

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If a garden is where one’s heart can grow with each blossom, then it explains why your feet enjoy the wandering here. If the world is a painting, your passion certainly makes it vibrant. And if you were ever to be given a paper to list your regrets, working at the floral shop would be one of the last things you would ever write down.

“Please help, Mr. Beans,” The dark haired male pleads, sliding over a potted succulent towards you. The edges of its leaves lie wrinkly and brown. Though the plant looks like it has undergone some abandonment, appearing nothing but disheveled, Jeongin, however, seems unaffected. In fact, a string of happiness threads his facial features, as if he is receiving a well kept plant and not giving a dying one. As if he is not concerned but instead proud of his nearing commitment of murder.

You let out a breathy laugh, taking the poor succulent in your hands as it practically screams for help. The scene unfolding before you is all too familiar to not possibly muse at. “Have you considered just buying a fake plant?” If only plants could nod, Jeongin’s succulent, Mr. Beans, would not hesitate to do so.

“And where’s the fun in that?” Jeongin tilts his head with a pout, his question already giving a decline in the idea of fake plants.

“The fact that it can outlive you.” You tend to the succulent, lending it vitamins and water. It’s a plentiful soak of water that you consider drowning it at this point. “And it doesn’t even need your companionship, it can just sit in the corner.”

“I sit in the corner, and I don’t need companionship. But I’m still bound to die one day.”

“And this is why Mr. Beans is suffering,” You click your tongue, lips then curling upwards which mirrors Jeongin’s.

What is today? The twentieth day? The fiftieth day? You had lost count long ago. So like previous encounters, it is just the label of ‘another day Jeongin comes in to have his succulent saved from the brink of death’. Not that you mind though. You recall a few months ago when Jeongin first stepped foot into your shop. He wore a pair of red worn-down converse and denim overalls that matched his sapphire blue hair. In his hand was a half empty, or full, cup of matcha milk tea and what looked to be a double serving of boba. He walked in, eyes roaming each life of the different potted plants, reading the attached papers listing their required cares. It only took five minutes before Jeongin walked up to you only to ask for a plant that required the most low maintenance care of them all. A succulent was indeed one of them. Yet, seeing Jeongin showing up almost weekly, you might have to reconsider the category of low maintenance.

He seemed like a plant person, one who knew what he was doing. Oh boy were you wrong. So that’s what it means when people say not to judge a book by its cover…

It felt as if it was just yesterday when you first saw his soul that radiated curiosity, but in fact, it has been far from yesterday. His hair is now a different shade, dyed to the essence of black. He still wears those worn converse shoes though. And each time he visited, not only would Mr. Beans return home happy, but Jeongin himself would too. Because where’s the fun in visiting you just to have his plant’s wounds tended to? It wouldn’t feel like much if there weren’t laughs exchanged between him and you. And each time, Jeongin never failed to succeed.

“You know, coffee grounds are really nutritious for them,” You say, hand pointing to the shelf in the back where coffee grounds lie stored in a glass jar.

“Coffee? Jeez, Mr. Beans has expensive taste… I signed up to take care of an easy plant, not to take care of a Hyunjin,” Jeongin huffs, causing you to laugh. You remember Hyunjin, a taller guy who's good friends with Jeongin. Him, Jeongin, and another close friend named Felix came in a month ago. How could you forget them in the first place? Hyunjin went smelling each plant and flower displayed, even the lilies in peak bloom. That is until a sneeze ended up ripping through him harshly that he began choking on nothing but the thin air. And then there was Felix, who somehow managed to record his friend in the heat of the moment with his cracked-screen phone.

“Oh this is so going to be on TikTok,” Felix laughed that day. And that brought up another unforgettable factor. This Felix guy possessed a voice deeper than the problems of Jeongin and his succulent.

A perk of working at a plant shop you suppose. You never know who's going to show up the next hour. It could be a killer and you wouldn’t even know. You’d only smile and helplessly wonder if Jeongin would come some time soon.

“No promises.” The young man gives a light laugh of nothing but muse.

“Jeongin,” You warn, yet finding it hard with his contagious bright fit.

“Okay, I got it, easy peasy.” An only then, you let Mr. Beans—unfortunately—return into its owner’s hands. But who are you kidding? It’s Jeongin! That succulent would probably reach for your hand out of desperation if it had hands of its own. Your friend’s meaning of easy peasy might end up turning into his meaning of low maintenance, which is the pit of failure.

You roll your eyes playfully. “I better not see Mr. Beans next week.”

“You’ll be seeing me though,” He sing-songs, shooting you a wink.

Only one way to find out…and that is to wait.

And wait you did, even when you did not intend to. There was a point where you had to question yourself, was it Jeongin’s situation you were looking forward to, or was it Jeongin himself? You couldn’t deny it, you always favored the specific hour on Fridays when he drops by. You thought your plant shop couldn’t get any brighter, but that was all proved wrong when you found yourself feeling internally giddy at the boy with the red worn shoes. It came to a point where a part of you even hoped Mr. Beans would throw some kind of issue to where Jeongin would have to stop by. How ironic.

Another Friday, and another afternoon set of sunlight cascades through the windows. And even more, another sight of approaching familiar red shoes comes your way.

“I might have to start charging you for all these doctor visits,” You joke.

Jeongin laughs, his eyes disappearing behind his grin. “I don’t mind the charge, as long as I can still see you.”

A flutter casts to your heart, but you decide to push it aside and revert your focus on the victim in Jeongin’s hold. And you thought you had seen Mr. Beans in bad condition before… There goes another moment to prove you and your thoughts wrong.

Disappointed but not surprised. “Jesus Christ, what did you do now?”

“I asked myself the same thing this morning when I saw him.” Jeongin purses his lips into a thin line, fighting back another laugh. He probably doesn’t need any more effort to hide the entertainment he receives from Mr. Bean’s suffering. It’s just obvious at this point that Jeongin sees no reason to fret. And if Mr. Beans asked Jeongin if he really does care and just lacks possession of a green thumb, Jeongin would answer that not all is true. His succulent is only a part, and a small part that is, of Jeongin’s purpose in visiting your plant shop.

“You—Oh my god, Innie…”

“It bloomed a flower a few days ago, but it died quicker than it came,” The male sighs in defeat, voice becoming small with the next words. “Help him, I beg you!”

Yes, ‘another day Jeongin comes in to have his succulent saved from the brink of death’. A borderline solid three out of five stars film. The one predictable through most of the script, but the main character and their love interest has the audience reconsider. Wait— love interest?

There certainly was a flower, now all dried up as if stranded in a desert just like the base leaves. “Jeongin, I said give it coffee grounds in moderation.” Moderation, easy peasy, low maintenance…what was next? When Jeongin’s birthday arrives, you 100% know what you’re getting him as a gift—a dictionary. And for bonus measures, a fake plant or two.

“I know, I know, but I only found out two days ago that Jisung was giving it straight up americanos every morning.”

You blink. And blink. And that’s all you can do. You open your mouth only to close it again, taking Mr. Beans in your weekly hold instead. He is no longer screaming for help, that is a clear understatement in fact. No, this succulent couldn’t even scream. You can almost hear it cough and give its remaining breaths.

“You’re my number one customer, I hope you know that.” Not like you wanted anyone else to earn that title.

“I better keep it up then.”

Yes, please do.

Mr. Beans is preparing for burial, but Jeongin hasn’t stopped smiling. And he doubts he’ll ever stop feeling the way he does whenever he’s near you.

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A Wednesday came around, and the afternoon sunlight began its retreat from the shop’s interior. You toss a paper towel in the trash after cleaning the dirt and dust off the counters. You wonder how Mr. Beans is holding up. Actually, that’s a complete lie. You wonder how Jeongin is doing. You ponder if he’s out with his friends wearing those red shoes, or out drinking milk tea with double serving of boba. Or if he’s out scolding Jisung for being another deadly factor in his plant’s life. You shake your head after realizing the thoughts of Jeongin made you smile like a fool in the most helpless way. And that was mainly because in your mind, you were probably being a bit of a creep— thinking about Jeongin more than those depressed orchids in the store corner.

And if the universe had it all planned out, it sent you a sign. A sign that you probably were being a creep and you somehow possessed a power to summon. The door's little bell chimes and your eyes are met with a pair that you always think holds stars themselves.

“Y/N!” Jeongin chimes, skipping his way to you, but it’s a different scene to unfold this time. He instead places down a drink on the counter instead of a perishing plant.

Your eyes flicker in delight. “Boba?”

“For you,” Jeongin sheepishly responds, hand coming to scratch the back of his neck.

“Thank you!” You giggle, heart skipping a beat or perhaps several. But you just blame the pollen…somehow. “But why? How’d you know strawberry was my favorite?”

“You said you should start charging me, so I mean, boba can work as a good pay,” The young man explains. “Also, I have my ways. A lucky guess you could say.” Jeongin internally smacks himself as his words come out as more of a question. A lucky guess is always nice, but in reality, he just never missed the strawberry candy wrappers you leave on the counters behind or in the trash.

“I was joking, you didn’t have to. But thank you.” You take a sip of the drink, the sweetened substance swirling in your mouth. Is this what plants feel like when being watered after a long time? “I was just about to close down. Is Mr. Beans doing alright?” You question, noticing the certain plant’s absence. “Or did he finally die?”

Jeongin gasps. “Mr. Beans is strong! Tsk, ‘finally die.’”

You burst in a laugh at his reaction, your head tossing slightly aback. There’s always a comforting sensation set upon the atmosphere when Jeongin comes. Nothing awkward or nerve-racking, just stupid smiles and dancing hearts that should be openly obvious to the both of you at this point.

“Those are new,” The male points towards a new set of roses by the window. He props his elbow on the counter to support his now leaning body.

“Yea, just got them in today. Took a while to get a shipment of any roses for some reason.”

“They’re pretty,” He barely murmurs, “Like you.”

You hear his voice, but it’s so quiet you hardly make out the words. “What was that?” You lean forward, arms propping up with palms cupping your face upwards.

Jeongin quickly snaps his head from the roses to you, almost out of a frantic feeling. “The roses, they’re shitty like you.”

If you could peer in Jeongin’s mind, you’d be surprised, by a mainly three things for that matter. One, Jeongin wasn’t lying— about the roses being pretty like you he means, not the shitty part. Two, he came to the plant shop just to see you. Mr. Beans, much to his dismay, has been doing well which meant he didn’t have to do his weekly help runs to you. The boba was just an alluring reason, an excuse to continue seeing you instead of showing up empty handed. Jeongin can care less about an actual payment, he already knows he’s the real deal here. Or at least, that’s what Jisung told him when Jeongin always talks about you and the plant shop visits.

You scoff, taking another sip only to teasingly retort, “Sure, sure, because I can save Mr. Beans unlike your reckless ass.”

“Not my fault Mr. Beans is so damn needy!” Jeongin points out, raising his hands up in defense.

Three, you barely parted with the straw of your drink, seemingly to enjoy it very much. And Jeongin, reminding himself he’s the reason behind that smile of yours—the look that makes his knees feel wobbly— sees no harm in this being the last ‘payment’.

“Grab the key to lock the store, we have places to go to,” Jeongin announces, grabbing your hand rather eagerly.

“W-where?” You stand caught off guard, but even more so, you feel as if every blossom just bloomed when you peer at your hand in Jeongin’s hold.

“Payment, right?”

“But the boba, you already paid—”

“Paid only once.” Jeongin wears a cheeky smile, his heart swelling with excitement because firstly, he adores your flustered state. Secondly, he has a list of places he often planned on taking you to when the day of courage came. And so it did, that day became today and Jeongin doesn’t plan on letting you go any time soon. “I still have thirty-one visits to make up for.”

Yes, he even kept track.

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─── ･｡ﾟ☆: SKZ Materialist*.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

#Mr. Bean’s existence is based on my experience with plants #and that includes a lot of plants…#jeongin x reader #i.n x reader #Yang jeongin #Jeongin #jeongin imagines #jeongin fluff #i.n imagine #stray kids #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #skz x reader #Stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #jeongin scenarios

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chipper-smol · 3 years

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Actor AU

because those are fun. This is just one long masterpost of fun behind the scenes action for the hollow knight game.

Actors who are most like their characters: Grimm, Ogrim, Lemm, God Tamer, Breta Actors who aren’t like their characters: Zote, Monomon, PK, Hollow

Lurien bullies his character. Actually asks out PK because “Why not?”

Grimm isn’t acting. Grimm is just being Grimm.

Zote is actually a sweetheart old man. Everyone is astounded by his level of acting because they all hate his character so goddamn much.

Sheo, Oro and Mato made a video of all of them together because people thought that they were just one actor. In this video they’re like “I’m the best brother” “No thats me” “No you’re wrong, its me.”

White Lady isn’t that big she’s actually quite small and her body is just a massive prop.

Quirrel wanders randomly onto scenes. Production had to hire a Quirrel spotter in the second season in case they missed him during recording to look through the pre-production scenes to edit him out. The first season he photobombed six scenes without anyone catching him before the episodes aired.

PK is a goofball. PK tests how much he can get away with before the producers get his ass.

Herrah is the rich actress™ who is too good to be here.

Monomon’s tentacles are just props. She loves slapping people with them.

“Why are they so wet!?” “Because it makes a better sound when I hit you- listen!” thWAP

Oro forgets his choreography

so you’ve heard of dad Grimm but you have’nt heard of actor au dad Grimm. Take that dad and turn it up to 11. After the scene where Ghost recieves the Grimmchild and they cut Grimm is like

“Oh my stars! You were amazing!! Such talent! You are a natural my little bean!”

Grimmchild was just flying.

Ghost is 4.

Coffee break! everyone chilling in costume in the break room just chatting.

Quirrel breaks the most props accidentally. He somehow broke half of his mask off. The fandom found pictures of it and created a spin-off series. He also tripped and broke Monomon’s mask.

Originally, Hornet wasn’t planned to be on set, but after the director saw her and Ghost fighting they asked if she wanted to have a role because they’d been struggling to get Ghost to act genuinely aggressive.

PK trips a lot

Radiance is pissed at her role because its mostly voice acting and even that is just screaming into a mic.

Hollow broke into the prop cage one night and drew mouths on all of the masks. But actually it was Radiance but no one suspects her and Hollow is so bad under distress that even when they’re telling the truth they sounded like they were lying.

Even though he had a short role, Hive knight was super pumped to be on set.

The hivelings are just puppets

Ghost was in a jar being carried by the collector between sets as a fun joke and someone took a picture and captioned it “personal chauffeur.”

Bloopers where actors snuck into the jars before shooting so when they fell from the ceiling you’d get unusual spawns like Tiso and PK.

There was a coffee cup in one of the jars for the entire scene and they had to reshoot it all.

It was Quirrel’s cup.

Godseeker is the legit worst person to act with. No one likes working with them. They called Ghost a cringer and Ghost barely got through the scene before cracking up with laughter. Godseeker was the only one unamused.

#BehindTheKnight #G muses #hollowknight #hollow knight #im not tagging all of these characters

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beigehearts · 3 years

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Yandere adult trio: college AU These are drabbles for when they lose their mind and kill the people around you... and kidnaps you

These are going to be a little longer than usual but I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I did when writing it (also im trying out the beta version of the new posting system so lemme know if anything is weird)

Sorry this took me forever bro

CW: murder, blood, physical abuse, alcohol

Hisoka

It's getting quite annoying to be completely honest. He just won't leave you alone, constantly flirting and making passes at you. And yet at the same time he makes fun of you and is actually very mean. It wasn't so bad in the beginning but this is just getting out of hand. You made sure he was aware of this. ---- He's looming over you as he corners you against the wall. You refuse to look up at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

While you aren't looking at him, you can feel him looking at you. You already know he has that annoying grin on his face that makes you want to punch him square in the nose.

He brushes his long fingers against your face, making a quiet humming noise. "Are you ready to give up my pet?"

You ignore his words and slap his hand away from your face. "I need to get to class, move Hisoka."

He frowns though you aren't looking at his face. He opens his mouth to say something when someone from behind him calls out to you. "Hey y/n! Are you okay?"

She walks towards you but before she can get involved you shove the man away and huff. What a nuisance. You turn towards him once you're standing next to your friend and glare at him.

"Leave me alone. It's annoying and it's scaring people. Got it?" Before he can respond you turn on your heels and drag your friend down the hall by her wrist just hoping to put distance between the two of you. ---- You're pretty sure you made it clear that you don't want him near you anymore. But by now you know he doesn't give up so easily. One can only hope that he gets bored of you and finds someone else to bother.

You and your friends went out for brunch earlier, and all was well until Chelsea handed you something. She said that she found it in her bag but it was addressed to you, so you put it in your own bag.

You pour yourself a rum and coke and make yourself comfortable on the couch of your shared apartment. All of your roommates went out for drinks but you were too tired to go out.

After taking a sip of the sweet liquid in your glass, you examine the letter you were given earlier. It's a typical white envelope with your name written in pen. There's no address on it or return address so you assume it was just supposed to be handed to you.

You rip open the letter with your finger and pull out the singular loose leaf paper. It's folded in three sections so you pull it open. The handwriting is messy but in an aesthetic sort of way.

Dear y/n, I strongly suggest that you go to class 406B in the technical building tonight. Don't be late or you'll miss the whole party. 10:45 pm - see you then. I almost forgot, if you don't come I have some revealing pictures of you that I can share with anyone I wish to. XOXO

This is the strangest letter you've ever received. It's probably a prank by one of your roommates or friends. You've never sent nudes to anyone so obviously they're bluffing.

Though perhaps you should entertain your friends and go. Who knows, maybe there will be drinks. But you are tired... Maybe you'll just go to bed. You peek over to the time on your phone, it's 9:12 pm. Yeah, you'll just go to bed after you finish your drink.

'bzz' 'bzzz'

Who is texting you so late at night? You sit up and realize you fell asleep on the couch. You wipe the drool off of your face and grab your phone with distain for whoever woke you up.

It's a blocked number.

ur late

Late? Late for what? Your phone displays the time, 11:27 pm. Are your friends really this committed to their prank? They must be trying to get Tik Tok famous or some shit. Well you're awake now, you might as well head over there.

----

The moment you step into the building something seems off. If all of the lights including the emergency lights wasn't enough, the ground seems sticky. Though you can't bring yourself to use your phone flash light to see what it is.

Eventually you find the room 406B in the darkness. The door is closed and no lights are on in the room. It seems as if no one is inside. As you reach for the handle of the door, you notice something on the window of the door. You can barely make it out, but there's what looks like a hand print. You chuckle, this must be a prank.

Now feeling a little better, you open the door and step inside. It's too dark to see anything but you can make out some figures in the dark. It must be your friends thinking they're being sneaky.

You roll your eyes and look for the light switch, finding it and switching it on. You squint at the sudden light, and your eyes begin to focus. Which you wish they never did.

There is blood everywhere, on the ceiling, the windows, the floor, the tables... But that's not the most jarring part. Your friends are sitting in chairs, one of them sitting on the ground against the wall.

There is your friend Chelsea, sitting in a chair with her head tipped down. You can't even tell what color her clothes originally were, they're covered in red, a dark dark red. Next to her is Derick, he's sitting the same way except his head is tipped backwards. His eyes are wide and his face is left in permanent horror- expressing the brutality of his end. You can't bare to look anymore, you drop to your knees and cover your face with your hands.

You scream and scream until your voice is hoarse and throat is raw. You're left coughing while you are drowned by your own tears.

"Are you ready to give up yet?" A deep voice asks from in front of you.

You can't stop the flow of tears as you look up at this monster. He's also covered in blood, and some is splattered on his face. He wipes a thumb across his face in the blood, and brings it to his lips. Sobs rack your body, you can't even make sense of this.

Hisoka squats down so you're face to face and grips your jaw bone tightly in his hand. You can feel the now cold substance being rubbed against your jaw by his fingers and it makes you want to puke.

"I got tired of waiting for you." His grin is nauseating, forcing you to stop yourself from puking.

His nails dig into your skin, mixing your own blood with that of your friend's. He brings his face close to yours and in a gentle but menacing tone he croaks, "Let's stop this childish game, alright y/n?"

Illumi

It's easy to miss things when you're caught up with the rush of classes and friends and love. All of the parties and hangovers are enough to satisfy your needs for entertainment and drama in this boring life. If you didn't fill up your daily life with these acts, you would probably sleep every day away until you fell into a coma.

To put it short, you're a busy body. And busy bodies don't have time to stop and look around at what is happening. For example, how were you to notice the key under your doormat was missing, or how your dresser drawers were left slightly open when you know you closed them before leaving. Noticing these small things are definitely not on your agenda.

It's 10 am, Saturday, and you don't have any classes or work today. You're sitting at the kitchen bar, drinking coffee and chatting with your roommate. It isn't often that you have a free day, and sometimes it is nice to have even if you want to get moving. The sun is peeking through the curtains and the aroma of espresso beans is a delight. It's a bit chilly so you have a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. What a peaceful morn-

'BANG BANG'

Your roommate eyes you when someone bangs on the front door, already knowing the events that are about to take place. She rolls her eyes and stomps up the stairs to her room, not wanting to get involved. You always feel bad that your roommates have to listen to this but you're really not sure how to end it.

You take your last peaceful sip of coffee and call out, "Come in!"

Before you can even finish your sentence, he storms inside and slams the door behind him. Your boyfriend of course is mad about something you've done. He trudges towards you and moves the stool next to you out of the way, and leans towards you so his face is next to yours.

"Are you kidding me y/n?!" He yells in your ear, but you don't flinch because you're used to this.

He rips his phone from his pocket and shoves it in your face after pulling up a screenshot. It's a conversation between you and his friend.

"Can't you learn to shut your damn mouth? This is our business and you have no right to tell anyone about it!" He's practically seething with rage.

You take a last sip of coffee and set your mug down on the counter. You continue facing forward and not facing him. "It's not our business, it's yours. And I asked him if it was true that you were cheating on me." You turn your head towards him while grimacing and mutter, "Again."

Ah but you've just lighted a bomb with your words.

His face has gone red and he looks like he's about to explode. You begin wondering why you were ever attracted to him.

"Maybe if you weren't such a prude! I can't even kiss my girlfriend whenever I want, it's ridiculous. You know full well that you're so... so... Ugh! You know what? Fuck you!"

As quickly as he came, he runs out of the house, slamming the door once again.

You whisper to yourself, "Fuck you too."

God he's such a child, you don't even want to be with him anymore. But every time you decide to break up with him he suddenly becomes Mr.Perfect. "I'm so sorry." "I love you." "Let me make it up to you." And then he does make it up to you only to tear down all of his hard work.

----

It's been a few days since your big fight with your boyfriend. He hasn't talked to you at all but this isn't uncommon for him. You promised your roommates that you would break up with him, not just for yourself but for the sake of their peace and quiet.

You texted him a few times while you were at work but he left you on read. He's so petty. So you text him one last time.

Come 2 my place at 8 tonight, We need to talk

He answers immediately which surprises you.

Can't, flat tire Come to my place

It doesn't make a difference to you where it is so that's fine. You wonder if maybe he's come to terms with the fact this needs to end. Hopefully so. If there's one thing you want him to be mature about, it's this.

Your shift ends at 6:30pm. You drive home, shower, get dressed, eat something and get ready to leave.

You send one last text,

OMW

It's read immediately but there's no response. Well, it's not like you expected much from him anyway. You drive to his house at 7:45 pm, and arrive around 7:58 pm. All of the lights in his town house are on. He's a few years older than you so he has his own house due to somehow being able to hold down a job. With his anger issues it's hard to believe that he can hold onto anything. Damn, he really is an unattractive person isn't he?

You step out of your car and lock it. Now that you're out of the car you realize that it's very quiet. This is unusual for when you go to his house, normally you can hear music or the sound affects of a shitty video game. But it's silent. Maybe he's waiting for you? He must be taking this well.

You step up the creaky stairs of the house, and knock on the equally as creaky door. No response. Maybe he's sleeping? You peek into the mail box and take out the extra key for the house from it. But when you go to unlock the door, it's already unlocked. This is becoming very strange.

You push open the door and peer into the dark living room. It's not too dark that you can't make out the furniture in the darkness. You step inside and shut the door behind you, it's still quiet. Not quiet, absolutely and undeniably silent. You flick the light on and look around again, nothing seems out of place. It's messy, with empty beer cans and bottles on the ground per usual. The stains on his carpet remain untouched, including the vomit stain in the corner.

"Jay?" You call out into the still atmosphere. Nothing. Is he not home? That can't be, his car is in the driveway.

The sound of his old floor boards being stepped on echoes through the house. What the hell is he trying to pull? You look up the stairs, but it's only darker up there than it was down here. He must be drunk.

Each step you take up the stairs, your heart begins to pound faster. Something feels off, this doesn't feel right. This isn't like your boyfriend, he's simple, he wouldn't try scaring you like this. On the top step, you feel your shoe touch something soft. You lean down and pick it up, and raise it up to your face. A pair of thongs that definitely aren't yours. So that's what's happening. He couldn't even pull himself together for one night.

Your pounding heart is no longer caused by fear but anger. He's cheated too many times to count on your hands, but this time makes you angrier than you've ever been. He's never been in bed with another woman knowing that you were coming over. This is fucking ridiculous.

You stomp towards his room and kick the door open. It's dark but you can tell that there are two people in bed. Your vision has gone red, you've never been this angry in your life.

You don't bother turning the lights on, you storm over to his side of the bed and rip the covers off. Just barely you can make out a woman sleeping next to him. You grab his shoulder tightly and shake him violently to wake him up.

"Get the fuck up Jay! Get! Up!" He doesn't respond, you lean down and yell in his ear like he always does to you. "You're such a childish piece of shit!"

He still doesn't move or speak, for fuck's sake. You stomp back to the entrance of the room and flick on the light. You turn around and begin walking back towards the bed, when you're stopped in your tracks.

Everything is red, but it's not your vision anymore. The bed has been dyed red, and his naked body is covered in it. Your mouths falls open but no screams come out. The woman next to him is splayed out on the bed, naked as well. Covered in red. You look down at the hands that touched your boyfriend, they're also red.

You rush over to the bed and shake your boyfriend again.

"Jay? Jay! Can you hear me?" You put your ear to his chest but you don't hear anything. You put your finger under his nose but don't feel anything.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up! This isn't funny!" Tears stream down your face as you pull him to your chest, cradling him.

Your sobs make it hard to speak and your chest begins to hurt. "J-... Jay... This- isn't-" You gasp between each word, "Funny..."

It's only when you hear a noise coming from behind you that you stop to think about what's going on. It doesn't matter to you though, they could kill you too if they wished.

"People are strange." You turn your head to see where the voice is coming from.

It's someone you don't recognize, he's tall, pale, has long hair, and hypnotizing eyes. Your sobs cease for a moment and you hug your boyfriend tighter to you.

"All of that fighting... You were even coming here to break up with him and yet... You're sad that he's gone?" He makes his way towards you slowly, "I've done you a favor, haven't I?"

He looms over you but all you can do is stand there, frozen by fear.

The man grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you violently from Jay. You try to run back to him, but the man pulls you to him, hugging you tightly. No matter how much you flail in his grasp you can't get away from him. You're left sobbing into his shirt, your body limp in his arms.

"Why?" You manage to whisper.

He holds you to him with one arm and pets your hair with his other hand. "You were miserable. He was making you miserable."

He sighs and kisses the top of your head. What is going on?

"Come on, don't waste your energy on human garbage. I'm here, so it's fine." He states it so 'matter of fact'.

"Who?" Is all you can ask, unable to finish your question.

"I guess I haven't introduced myself yet. Illumi is my name." With ease, he grabs you by your shoulders and lifts your face up to his. "Your future husband."

Chrollo

What more could you ask for? You already have easy college classes, fun parties, a good part time job, great friends, and an amazing best friend. Tonight you're going to hang out with a bunch of friends and have drinks at one of their apartments. It's a pretty normal Thursday night, nothing odd about it.

You're waiting for your best friend to pick you up, he's always there to pick you up on the dot. If he doesn't come early that is. You shove all the essentials into your bag and hear a honk outside. Must be him.

But of course you're always tardy. You lace up your shoes and run out of the dorm room, tripping out of the building. He's watching as you stumble towards the car since one of your shoes is already unlaced. When you finally flop down in the passenger seat he shakes his head with a knowing smile.

"Oh y/n, will you ever be organized?" He asks with amusement.

You click your tongue and straighten out your clothes, "Don't ask such stupid questions."

He turns his body towards you as much as possible and pats his lap. You instinctively know what that means. You hike your foot up above the console and put your foot on his lap. He begins tying your shoe, his smile is unmoving. He's always smiling.

"Chrollo, you don't need to baby me." You roll your eyes and groan.

He laughs and pats your leg, signaling that he's done. "If not me then who?"

You swing your leg back over to your side and buckle up. The two of you hang out a lot. Since you're both going to the hangout tonight, you decided to car pool. But first you're going to go get the alcohol. Everyone has to bring something for everyone, that way you guys can get wasted with no qualms.

You plug your phone into the aux and play your shared playlist. The first song that comes on is "The Cult of Dionysus" by The Orion Experience. Something that he added.

Finally you feel like you can relax, it always feels that way around Chrollo. His presence is just, comforting, in every way. You feel like you can do anything, say anything, ask for anything. He's always there for you with no exceptions and honestly you think you may have feelings for him. But it's a question of are you confusing comfort and friendly affection for romanticism. It's just that he's so perfect, he doesn't have a single flaw. Not one that you've ever seen at least. You probably never will see one of his flaws.

You sink into the seat and sigh.

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, but quickly looks back at the road. "What's the matter?"

"Oh nothing... Just, everything is good."

He knows you better than anyone, so it's an obvious lie when you say this. "But what?"

Anytime he calls you out, you surrender and tell him everything. "Everything is so great you know." He nods with your statement. "I go to a good school, have good friends, have a good job." This has been on your mind for quite some time.

"Something is missing, you know? The excitement, the... the..." You chuckle and turn towards him and put up jazz hands, "The pizzazz!"

He doesn't turn to look at you but you know he saw you when his smile widens. "I get that. Maybe you just need to step outside of your comfort zone. Do something different."

Do something different? Yeah, maybe that is what you need.

----

All eleven of you are sitting in a circle on the ground, drinking and playing never have I ever. You take a long drink of your Mike's hard lemonade, which is just something to get the night going.

Dina wipes hair from her face and smiles, "Okay okay my turn. So never have I ever.... Uhh." She pops up when she thinks of something, "Never have I ever jumped out of a window."

DJ leans forward and raises an eyebrow, "Okay what kind of window we talking? High up? First floor?"

Dina answers, "Any kind, any kind of window." The majority of you put a finger down which makes the group burst out in laughter.

Your friend Zoey finishes off her bottle and slams it down on the floor. "Let's play something else."

"Like what?" One of your friends ask.

Zoey thinks for a moment, "Like... Truth or dare, spin the bottle. Or maybe eleven minutes in heaven."

Dj interjects, "I think it's seven minutes in heaven, not eleven."

"Oh whatever DJ, they rhyme." Zoey spits back.

Lex answers, "Let's play seven minutes in heaven!"

Of course DJ huffs and rolls his eyes, "What are we? Middle schoolers?"

Guac (which is his nickname) speaks up, "Oh come on, are you shy DJ?"

Finally the quiet Chrollo sitting next to you says something, "I'm not really interested. Right y/n?" He looks at you to back him up.

The group coos at the two of you and someone says, "We get it, you got something going on. The game is just for fun, don't be so serious Chrollo."

Chrollo opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off, "Hey, you told me to do something different. Maybe this is the first step."

His face shows betrayal and you feel a squeeze in your heart.

He stands up and glares at the group, "Whatever." He storms out of the apartment, and everyone mumbles to each other. Chrollo has never acted like this so this is quite a shock to everyone.

In order not to kill the mood you speak up, "Alright, let's pull names out of a hat!"

All of you write down your names on a small piece of paper and put it in a baseball cap. Dina pulls two names out of the hat and of course makes it a dramatic event.

"Alright so first we have the most lovely of people..." She looks at the group like a teacher waiting for an answer from her class. "Gracie!" Everyone claps and she stands up in front of all of you, taking a bow.

Dina pats her thighs rapidly, "Drum roll please!" Everyone obeys her, "The next hot piece of ass is y/n!"

You stand up and curtsey, taking Gracie's hand and leading her to the closet. Dina stands in front of the closet once both of you are inside and grins, "Timer starts now kids." She shuts the door on you two and all of your friends cheer from outside.

Here comes the awkward part. It's too dark to see her expression but you already know she's blushing.

You lean towards her and in a low voice so no one else can hear say, "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

She shakes her head, and you brush a hand through her dark coils. The both of you giggle when your finger gets stuck in her hair. She leans in for a kiss, but before your lips meet you're interrupted.

The front door is opened and slammed shut, you hear the lock click as well.

"Hey Chrollo, you feeling better?" "What are you doing?" "Holy shit, please, what are you doing?!" "Are you fucking crazy? This isn't funny!"

Something slams against the closet door and Gracie yelps.

"Whoa whoa, we can work something out." They sound desperate "Back up!" You hear a loud thump and then screams. "Grab him guys!" It sounds like people are running around, but soon the screams become not those of only fear but of pain. There are gargled pleas and pathetic whimpers for mercy.

You and Gracie hold each other, gripping onto one another for dear life.

Soon the screams, pleas, thuds, gurgling, all of it ends. The apartment goes quiet and you try to silence your heavy breathing.

There's a loud thud right in front of the closet and then the doors are opened abruptly. There Chrollo is, covered in blood, and you can see the bodies of your friends behind him. Before you can react, he pulls Gracie away from you, slams the doors closed and there's another thud.

Gracie's screams are blood curdling, screeches and cries for help. You try to open the doors but something is blocking it, keeping them closed. As her screams get louder you throw yourself against the doors, trying to push whatever is there out of the way.

Before you can even imagine of getting out, the screams fade out into whimpers, and into nothing.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

You're given no time to think when the doors fly open and you're face to face with Chrollo. He's blocking out the light and his usually neat clothes are crumpled and bloody. You look down to his hands, a sledge hammer hangs from his fingers, dripping with your friend's blood.

"Ch-Chrollo... Please don't." You whisper.

The sledge hammer drops to the ground and he wraps his arms around you gently. "Oh y/n. I would never hurt you."

He's so gentle with you, so gentle. It almost makes you forget what just happened, because he feels like home. "Why? Why did you do this?"

He steps back and grabs your shoulders, he leans down so he's eye to eye with you. "They crossed a line, a line that should not be crossed."

You begin to speak but he grabs your cheeks with one hand and dawns his usual smile, "You don't need them. You have me." He kisses your squished lips as if it were normal. "Right y/n?"

Slowly you nod, you don't need them. If Chrollo says it, it must be true.

"Good girl."

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pairing: san x seosang

top: san

bottom: yeosang

genre: smut

words: 1463

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yeosang mumbled to himself while staring at his computer screen. he took a quick sip of his cappuccino and shook his head.

"nope. it doesn't sound genuine enough," he sighed in disbelief and tapped the backspace key a few times to clear out the words he had typed.

waking up at three in the morning with a house full of seven crack heads is the worst decision yeosang has ever made. he would sit in his room writing a fanfic about two male kpop idols being a couple. he wouldn't talk about it to anyone. not even to wooyoung, his roommate.

the blonde yawned out of boredom and being tired and lightly scratched his cheek. looked at the time on the corner of his computer screen.

"three thirty-eight... and i still haven't posted anything in my writing account for a month, except for silly life updates," yeosang complained then closed his laptop and set it under his bed.

"i'm going to grab something to eat really quick. i'm hungry. maybe get another cup of cappuccino while i'm at it."

he quietly left the room and tip-toed to the kitchen. once yeosang made it there, he opened the cabinet of snacks and grabbed his two packs of dried, sea salted seaweed. he opened the other cabinet that was filled with coffee mugs of all kind. some being LGBT and BT21.

yeosang grabbed the shooky mug and set it on the kitchen counter. he opened the bin of coffee beans and poured a cup into the coffee machine, thankful that it wasn't empty. seonghwa and mingi went out grocery shopping recently and hongjoong, san, and wooyoung restocked everything after their necessary walmart run.

while turning on the grinding button, he heard soft taps from the hallway. a tired groaned followed by it.

"sangie," a voice groaned, sounding a little annoyed from the coffee machine being on, "we can't have coffee until six. what are you doing up at this time?"

yeosang looked over his shoulder to san. san was his best friend for five years and his lover for six months. the two met in high school months before graduation and college orientation. san was never the one to make fun of yeosang, unless he's done something weird or being effortlessly funny towards the roommates, and he can let someone be themselves.

he cleared his throat and added water to the boiling water kettle, making a cup for himself.

"i can't sleep. once i'm up, i have to do something like making coffee," the blonde simply answered, cautiously pouring water into the grinded coffee and mixing it with a spoon.

"it's been like for years. i tried counting sheep, but i am an adult. none of that crap works unless it's booze."

san let out a quiet chuckle and took a seat at the kitchen counter.

"well, you have me. you could've just asked for some cuddles. we all know you don't drink. you're a light weight for fuck sakes," he reminded.

"you never had a drink before. not even a fake daiquiri."

"and i don't plan to any time soon. i will forever be an uber to all of you drinkers, including jongho," the older added then stretched and rolled his shoulders while the coffee was brewing into the coffee jar.

"ouch. that hurts my feelings, sangie," san teased, getting up from the stool and walking over to the male. he circled his arms on yeosang's waist and swayed him to side to side, smiling fondly.

a deep red blush covered yeosang's face. he could feel one of san's hands going under his shirt, and his thumb gently pressed against yeosang's nipple, which caused him to let out a soft gasp and closed his eyes.

"s-san, baby, what're you — w-we can't. not right n-now," he whispered helplessly while san placed soft kisses on his neck and shoulder.

"please, yeosang. it's been weeks that we've done it. you've been avoiding me for too long, baby," the other whispered back.

the black and red haired male turned off the coffee machine and pressed his body against yeosang, his chest touching his back as his other hand pulled yeosang's pink lace panties down to his lower thighs. san scooped him up and took him to his bedroom, his foot pushing the door closed once they were in.

the two began making out passionately. yeosang's back against the wall while san held his wrists pin above his head with hand. yeosang moaned when felt precum dripping out of his tip.

"sannie, please, please," he whispered through the kiss as san pulled away to take yeosang's shirt off and cover his chest with hickeys and bites.

"come on, bunny. speak to me. what do you want me to do?"

yeosang felt chills going down on his back from the pet name. he has always been san's bunny. he was hardly a brat in the bed, unless he was impatient with the teasing.

"touch me, please. i need you inside me, san," he begged, rolling his hips against his boyfriend's.

"can i ride you, please? i've been good all day."

san groaned softly from the friction and nodded his head as his reply. how could he say no to an idea like that? what yeosang wants is what yeosang gets.

the couple pulled away and lied down on the bed. yeosang hurriedly took off san's sweatpants and boxers and handed him the condom. he stood on his patiently while san tore the package with his teeth and carefully slipped on the condom.

"are you prepped, bunny," he asked while yeosang sat on his lap and placed his hands on san's chest, straddling him.

"yes, i am. only for you, san."

"good job, bun. you're going to take my cock so well. you won't be walking for a week," san praised, making yeosang bite on his bottom at the idea.

yeosang positioned his hole to san's big cock and slowly slid down, letting out a broken moan. his nails dug onto san's skin while adjusting to his size. san held his waist and groaned at the friction.

maybe san was right. no. he was definitely. yeosang has been avoiding his and san's sexual needs for too long. all the working and errand runnings have took up so much of their time. they'll have to make it up by this and possibly going to breakfast and dinner.

"so tight ~ start moving, babe ~"

and yeosang did what he was told. he rode and bounced on san's cock like there was no tomorrow. the cal king size mattress squeaked, and head board thud against the wall over and over.

the two men were a hot mess. both of their sweaty bodies grinding up against each other, slobbily kissing and leaving marks on their skin that wouldn't leave in a day or two. san flipped yeosang and thrusted deeper inside him. his cock going in and out of yeosang's turning him on more and more till san hit yeosang's prostate.

"right there! right there, san! oh fuck~ 'm cumming," yeosang screamed in pure bliss, close to his orgasm.

a knot form inside san's stomach, and his thrusts became sloppy after giving yeosang permission. he came on his chest and stomach, tears staining the bed sheets. he spasm and panted softly. san pulled out and came into the condom.

"fuck... that was so great, honey. you did so well. let's get cleaned up before hyung catches us."

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san and yeosang slept in that morning, cuddling under the sheets and wearing new pajamas. the sun's ray seeped through the curtains. yeosang groggily opened his eyes and rubbed the sleep off his eyes. his brown orbs stared at san, who was peacefully asleep and had his arms on his waist.

"such a cutie," he whispered and heard a knock on the door.

yeosang slipped out of san's arms and stretched and cracked his knuckles. he walked to the door and opened it just to see jongho with a smug smirk.

"you forgot these panties, hyung," the youngest teased, holding the evidence in a plastic bag.

"i don't know if you know, but i'll say once for you horn dogs. these walls can talk. we heard every little thing."

yeosang blushed in embarrassment and sucked in his teeth. he grabbed his panties and closed the door. he rolled his eyes and turned to see san waking up and getting out of the bed.

"was that jongho? that little shit," san mumbled and sighed.

"where should we go for breakfast, bunny? it's on me today. "

"it doesn't matter. i just wanna spend time with you this week and next. forever actually."

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