sludge for coffee

Inspired by today’s eclipse and for @sterekwritingroom‘s flash event.


The first group of weres pass through Beacon Hills on a Thursday. Stiles probably wouldn’t notice except that he’s spent the past year and a half hanging out almost exclusively with supernatural beings and that… well, ok, these guys aren’t exactly subtle. They tilt their heads almost in sync as he passes by them –– heading in to pay cash at the gas station while they pile back into their packed SUV. Noses flare, stances shift, and Stiles has about point five seconds to plan a bolt back to the Jeep before one of them’s announcing “Don’t trouble your Alpha; we’re just passing north for the event.” And then they’re back in the SUV and gone.

So… yeah, not to diminish Stiles’ awesome deductive skills here but… not subtle.

The second sighting happens before school on Friday, when Stiles ducks into the Dunkin’ Donuts for some much needed coffee and practically trips over a trio of sugar-high toddlers. One of them, wearing what looks like a home-painted t-shirt, decorated with a slightly uneven yellow circle, is midway through whining “Momma, we’re gonna miss the––“ when she stops in her tracks to stare up at him.

Stiles blinks down at her, the door perched against his elbow.

“Say ‘scuse me,” the boy next to her murmurs. It’s too early for this, brain crawling the sludge-slow of non-coffee through his system, and Stiles isn’t sure which of them he’s talking to.

“Excuse me,” he says and all three immediately shuffle, staring wide enough it makes Stiles’ eyes ache for them. He starts past, scrubbing a hand across his jaw self-consciously, wondering if he’d missed sleep drool or a sock in his hair or something on his mad rush out the door but, two steps past, the youngest kid snuffles and speaks up, soft: “Are you gonna come see the moon with us?”

It takes another step for Stiles to register that she’s talking to him, but by the time he blinks back the boy’s already tutting at her.

“No Lucy. He’ll go with his own pack.”

The little girl’s mouth opens in a wide, understanding O, while her older sister tugs proudly on her yellow circle shirt. It’s painted a messy black in the middle, inside the bright golden edge, and Stiles kind of forgets coffee for a minute in the face of actual werewolf children and then there’s a woman stepping up behind them, coffee and a box of munchkins in hand, dropping a fond hand to ruffle the boy’s hair as she gives Stiles an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about that, they’ve never been through another pack’s territory before. We’ve been driving since Arizona –– long trip for the little ones. But I couldn’t miss the chance for them to experience this. Best sighting until totality in 2017!”

“I’ll be ten,” says the boy, in the tone of one who’s done the math very carefully a dozen times over.

Stiles nods, a little lost because werewolf toddlers, and manages “well that’s… good.”

“I’m two,” the youngest puts in proudly, vaguely missing the thread of the conversation but eager to take part, and Stiles smiles back, wishing he had a little more coffee in his system because it’s not like he’s oblivious about what’s going on in the world this weekend, but he’s starting to feel a little dense for not connecting all kinds of dots sooner.

Then again, there’s another person who probably could’ve connected them for him.

“They don’t know how lucky they are,” the woman adds, beaming down. “I had to wait years for my first one and I’ll never forget the experience. Of course, you won’t feel it the same way as us,” her tone going apologetic, “but I’m sure your pack can’t wait to take part.”

And then she’s ushering the kids out the door with promises of donuts in the car, and Stiles is tugging out his phone, pulling up Derek Hale’s number.


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anonymous asked:

"I figured out how to triple-distill and vacuum-extract coffee to raise the caffeine concentration 20-30x" teach me your ways pls

Okay kids pull up a chair and learn how Auntie Systlin took her chemistry minor and habit of collecting neat virgin glassware and figured out how to brew potentially lethal hyper-espresso in her kitchen. 

This is going to be long as hell so I’ll put the goods after the cut.

Note that this evolved from doing my best to figure out how to approximate Funranium Lab’s Black Blood of the Earth brew. I’d read the glowing reviews online, but being naturally cheap, couldn’t quite bring myself to drop the $$$.

And then my eyes wandered to my shelf of virgin labware equipment and I went “Hey…I bet I can just make my own.”

Based on Herr Direktor’s notes on the Funranium labs website, I tinkered and fooled about and eventually came up with my own brew that, if not Black Blood of the Earth, will punch you in the face and leave you smelling colors.

Let’s do this.

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Echoing Souls.  CaptainSwan BigBang 2017

Hey shipmates, here is my contribution to the CaptainSwan BigBang 2017

Summary: Young Professor Swan leads a quiet but hectic life as the newest member of the Anthropology Department at University of Maine at Storybrooke, as well as being head curator for the University’s brand new museum. Killian Jones is a hardened detective who forms one half of the best homicide team in the small city of Storybrooke. When tragedy strikes, Emma and Killian find themselves thrust together, each feeling an inexplicable and frustrating attraction to the other. As the young couple works to find answers to the mystery that will take them on a journey together, they will also explore their undeniable chemistry and connection. Sometimes the universe has plans wherein the past, present, and future converge to assure that destiny is reached in every life.

Rating: Explicit 

Content Warning: minor character death 

First off, special thanks to @ilovemesomekillianjones for supporting me through this adventure and for always having the right words when I have struggled.

Secondly, a huge thanks to @swanemma and @jenswans for their collaboration with artwork. Each chapter that links to their work will be credited and tagged.  

For Chapter one we have the wonderfully talented @swanemma

Will also be posted on FFN and AO3

Also tagging some readers who may be interested. @ultraluckycatnd @katie-dub @its-like-a-story-of-love @lenfaz @cat-sophia @xhookswenchx @mayquita

if there are other out here who want a heads up please let me know. 

Chapter 1: Beware the Dark

Emma Swan rounded the corner of the hall, taking the short flight of stairs down into the converted basement offices. Even the addition of new lighting and carpeting couldn’t disguise that it was still a basement. Someday, maybe she would graduate to an upstairs office with a window, but right now the basement office was the place to be.

Stopping on her way to her office at the end of the hall, she opened the TA’s lounge to see if her personal assistant was anywhere in sight. Seeing the small brunette sitting at a table with a few other graduate students, Emma entered the room and poured herself a cup of the worst coffee that Storybrooke had to offer.

“Belle, did the shipment arrive yet?” Emma tried not to notice how a few of the students jumped up when she entered and started grabbing their books. This University wasn’t a happy one. The departments were fragmented and at war, and the Department Head was a first-class jerk.

“Oh no, not yet, Emma…um…Professor Swan!” Emma smiled at Belle’s lapse in using her name and then calling her professor. It really didn’t matter to her, but ‘The Powers That Be’ had sent out another memo last week reminding all Department Heads that a certain amount of professional decorum needed to be maintained at all times between faculty, staff, the underpaid student workers, and the students themselves.

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Wash can’t quite remember when it started. Before he knew it these nights were as normal as the mornings filled with bitter coffee that was more sludge than actual coffee. Or the days filled with training, complaining and bland MRE’s. Trying to fix the radio, or scanning the cliffs for unexpected figures, never finding any but still feeling the eyes on him. 

Remembering stuff wasn’t his forte anyways. Not since the project. His head was filled with too many memories, most of them not his and the rest scarred from the long years that had left his hair grayer and longer than he wanted. The thing he vividly remembers though is that it was Caboose who fetched him that night. He stood awkwardly in the doorway, or what constituted as one here at their makeshift base, for a while before Wash acknowledged him. It had taken a fair bit of convincing before he had followed Caboose out of the base and behind the nearby rocks where the rest of the guys were waiting.

The constant during these regular nights was the bonfire. The jungle provided enough wood for this not to be a problem, and the guys had thought the place carefully to provide cover from all sides. Later he got to know that it was Tucker who had thought that he might need that. 

Some nights they would share stories. It would take Wash a long time before he shared some of his, but the guys had enough stories to fill a lifetime. He was grateful for that, just content with listening and running his hands through the cold grass. Some nights Grif would play a guitar. Wash had no idea where that guitar came from or where he had learned to play it. 

They would lie down and watch the stars and make up constellations as these stars were different from the ones back home. At least as far as he knew. Simmons protested first, explaining that these stars must have correct names but in the end he gave up and named a few of his own. 

Wash loved these nights. More than he would have expected. It was the rare times he felt at ease, listening to the harmless banter or watching Tucker lean against one of the rocks laughing so hard he cried. He’d eat some of Grifs chips being passed around or carry Caboose back inside when he fell asleep by the fire. After all these years he was, finally, at peace. 

It took them a while to find a place like that in Armonia. The roofs where too windy and exposed, the alleys too narrow and lit to see the stars. It took them a long time to stumble upon an abandoned backyard by the outskirts of the capital but finally they had their place back again. And he almost shed a tear when they found their constellations again. There on that rugged overgrown backyard listening to his family laugh and watching the Dirtbag and the Puppy move across the night sky, he found his peace again. 

pete-tato  asked:

Oh god, how do you do the triple distilled coffee thingy, I feel I need this in my life


SIT DOWN CHILDREN AND LEARN HOW TO BREW FUCKING ROCKET FUEL. This is going to be long as hell so I’ll put the goods after the cut. 

Note that this evolved from doing my best to figure out how to approximate Funranium Lab’s Black Blood of the Earth brew. I’d read the glowing reviews online, but being naturally cheap, couldn’t quite bring myself to drop the $$$. 

And then my eyes wandered to my shelf of virgin labware equipment and I went “Hey…I bet I can just make my own.”

Based on Herr Direktor’s notes on the Funranium labs website, I tinkered and fooled about and eventually came up with my own brew that, if not Black Blood of the Earth, will punch you in the face and leave you smelling colors. 

Let’s do this. 

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Don’t Need Anything Else

Tony grimaced, burrowing his head under the covers, ducking away from the bright light coming in the windows.  “J’vis, lights twenty percent,” he mumbled, his eyes still clamped shut.  Nothing happened, and that’s what brought him awake – Jarvis never, ever failed to respond, not unless he’d been compromised.

He sat up quickly.  “Jarvis?!” he called out in alarm, on the verge of panicking.  His breath quickened, and he struggled to untangle himself from the covers that seemed to be deliberately trying to pin him in place.  With a hard shove, he was out…and face first on the floor.  “Ow,” he muttered, rolling himself over onto his back.  When no attack was immediately forthcoming, Tony froze, listening, but it was quiet all around him.  In fact, it was way too quiet.

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i feel like im 30 years old honestly.. i literally dont know how to bond with my fellow undergrads and i am literally that picture of steve buscemi saying “how do you do, fellow kids” wearing a shirt that says “MUSIC BAND” and carrying a skateboard by the truck. because im already prepared for death and i get all of my calories from beer and coffee sludge. its because i went through my teen phase when i was like 8

Coffee for 6 please

Jay I can see as only having coffee every once in a while, he’s more of a tea person. But when he dose drink coffee its generally when he’s having of a very long day where he just needs a little something to keep him going.

Zane drinks the blackest coffee you have ever laid your eyes on. Its seemingly sludge and more coffee grind then liquid. He will stare you directly in the eye and drink it never blinking once.

Kai actually likes a scalding coffee. Being the elemental of fire I head cannon that he has a unusually high core temperature making it so in order to taste or feel the warmth it has to be hotter then what most people would like. He takes it with two sugars and a cream.

Cole likes a nice latte with an extra shot of espresso. Whole milk. Ever since he came back from being a ghost he has a hard time around liquids so generally something with foam is quite nice.

Lloyd had coffee once. Never again. Give him a nice chai tea and he’s set. The chai tea he makes is a family recipe taught to him by garmadon that has been passed down in the family for generations. Jay is still trying to pry it out of him. Lloyd knows he’ll probably eventually give it to him because the ninja are his family.

Nya has a 24oz cup of strait espresso. Don’t mess with her. She will fuck you up. She lives with 6 boys and is a badass samurai. She has mastered the art of making coffee and if you ask nicely while she’s making some she may make you some to. Unless your Zane. She won’t make the monstrosity he calls coffee.’re eating what???

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Relationships: McKirk

Warnings: swearing

A/N: This is the first thing in a while that I’ve managed to write in an afternoon…when I really should have been focusing on other stuff….whoops…Anyways what sparked this was that last week I saw this episode of GMM and since then I have been dying to try this food combination. And I finally did. And it was better than it had any right to be. And then I had to write this.

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Hot baristas, Starbucks, Cute Deer and Caffe Macchiatos.


Sehun is a ridiculously attractive and blunt and emotionless barista working at a local coffee shop. He tells himself he doesn’t have time for love, with college and all, nor does he really need it. However, on one fateful day, a cute guy by the name of Luhan steps into the game and begins to frequent at the coffee shop. And, boy is he determined to prove Sehun wrong.

Author: flawless-1802

Genres: Barista!AU, lots of fluff, romance, friendship

Side pairings: Chanbaek, Kaisoo


‘One regular cappuccino.’

‘An Espresso, thanks. Small size. ’

'A large caramel latte and a regular mocha latte.’

To say Sehun’s life is boring would be an understatement. It’s mundane. It’s repetitive. It’s dull. When he’s not in class or at home studying, he’s here, working at a small but well-known coffee shop to pay for his tuition fee and other expenses. It’s exhausting. It’s tedious.

Sehun wishes he had something to add a bit of spice into his life, but being the unmotivated, blunt asshole that he is, he can’t really be bothered spending any extra effort finding it.

But, as it turns out, he doesn’t have to, seeing as it, or rather, he, found Sehun first.

The first time Sehun saw him was sometime during mid-October. It was an uncharacteristically chilly Saturday evening, but the heating in the cafe managed to combat it. The sky was grey and beginning to darken when he stepped in.

The door opened with its usual soft ring of the bell, bringing with it an icy draft from outside. Sehun’s shift was just about finished and his patience was wearing thin after having to deal with a full day of serving customers, some more demanding than others.

“Welcome to The Coffee Bean. How may I help you?” he greeted monotonously, not even sparing the new customer a glance, not noticing the sudden whispers rising from the people sitting in the cafe, coupled with the occasional giggle.

“One pumpkin spice latte, thanks!” a cheery voice chirped in front of him. Sehun blinked and looked up.

Standing there, dressed in skinny jeans and an oversized grey sweater, a red beanie on a mop of tousled honey hair and a ridiculously attractive smile adorning his face, was possibly the cutest guy Sehun had ever laid eyes upon. His breath hitched for a moment as he stared at the stranger, dumbfounded.

Before reality came crashing back down and snapped him out of his trance. He cleared his throat awkwardly as he regarded the stranger’s order with a small amount of distaste. “You do know this isn’t Starbucks, right?”

The stranger giggled. Giggled. His happy smile never disappearing for a second. Sehun was beginning to dislike this guy more and more, even after his stupid daze at first. No one should be this cheery all the time and it was beginning to wear on his nerves. Sehun was never the most patient of people when dealing with others.

“Of course I know! The Starbucks I usually go to is closed for renovation, so I came here instead! You guys do have Pumpkin Spice Lattes, right?” The innocent, hopeful glimmer in the stranger’s large doe eyes reminded Sehun of a five-year-old. A five-year-old with horrible taste in coffee….

Like most other baristas, Sehun had a healthy contempt for Starbucks coffee.

'If you can really call it that….’ Sehun thought to himself, shivering slightly at the thought of the horrid brown sludge that was Starbucks 'coffee’. “Uh, no. Unfortunately, we don’t.”

The stranger’s expression fell as he pouted in the most adorable way possible. “Really? That’s a shame… Then I guess I’ll just have to have a regular Caffe Macchiato then…” He was still pouting, the disappointment clear in his voice.

This guy….

“That’ll be 5 dollars 80, thanks,” Sehun decided to just get on with it quickly so that he could go home. His shift had now been over for 5 minutes and all he wanted to do was collapse onto his soft, comfortable bed at his dorm….

“Okay!” The baby-faced boy smiled brightly, snapping Sehun out of his thoughts and handing him the exact amount of change. “Thanks!”

“Your drink will be ready in a moment,” Sehun muttered before proceeding to make it, conscious of the stranger’s gaze staring at him.

“What’s your name?” he suddenly asked, smiling happily. Sehun raised an eyebrow. Why does he want to know? It’s on my name tag, idiot.

“Sehun,” he replied curtly, adding just the right amount of steamed milk into the styrofoam cup.

“Really? Well, my name’s Luhan. Nice to meet you!” The caramel haired boy, Luhan, introduced himself, still smiling. Does this guy ever stop smiling? It annoys me… and gives me the creeps.

Placing the lid on the hot beverage, he handed it to Luhan, “Here’s your drink. enjoy,” He said with the littlest amount of enthusiasm as he could. Luhan seemed to pout ever-so-slightly, before he switched back to that irritating smile, leaving Sehun wondering if he was seeing things.

“Okay, thanks! Have a nice night, Sehunnie!” He giggled, his eyes twinkling mischievously, before skipping out of the cafe, leaving Sehun standing in shock.

What did he just call me…?


The second time he met him was about a week later, on Sunday. Sehun had just finished dealing with a particularly rude customer and was left in a rather bad mood, certainly not one to deal with the happy-go-lucky idiot, so when Luhan stepped into the cafe with the familiar twinkle of the bell, Sehun couldn’t help but groan mentally.

“How may I help you?” His tone was dull and flat and Luhan seemed to notice.

“Everything okay, Sehunnie?”

Sehun scowled. “Please don’t call me that.”

“Eh? But it’s cute!” Luhan pouted. “I like it!”

The other boy merely sighed, running a hand through his bleached blonde hair, too tired to argue. “Whatever. Your order?”

He didn’t care that he was being rude. He was never an overly nice person anyway. Luhan pouted slightly before taking a look at the menu. “Hmm…. I’ll have the same as last time. A regular Caffe Macchiato.”

Sehun nodded, tapping the screen of the computer and accepting the 5 dollars and 80 cents, once again in the exact amount of change. Sehun then proceeded to make Luhan’s drink. After a moment of silence, Luhan piped up, causing Sehun to sigh internally. He wasn’t in the mood for idle conversation. In fact, he was never in the mood for any sort of conversation, really.

“Hey Sehun, are you always this grumpy? Or do I just have the unfortunate luck of catching you whenever you’re in a bad mood?”

Sehun raised an eyebrow, slightly glaring at Luhan, “Excuse me?”

Who does this kid think he is?!

“I’m just kidding!” Luhan giggled, his eyes twinkling with that same mischievous, amused light. “But Sehunnie, you should really lighten up! Kids like you shouldn’t be frowning so much! You’ll get wrinkles!”

“Did you just call me a kid?!” Sehun asked incredulously. This guy barely looks 15, who is he, calling me a kid?


“Excuse me, but I hardly think you’re older than me!” The blonde boy protested. Usually, he wouldn’t be bothered arguing, but this guy seriously drove him up the wall with his constant annoying smile and irritatingly cheerful attitude. And to think Sehun had only met this guy twice!

“I highly doubt it,” Luhan had raised an eyebrow, still smiling. His eyes, however, held a knowing, almost challenging glint, as if he was daring Sehun to say otherwise. “You see, I’m 23.”

He said it with an alarmingly adorable straight face that Sehun had to blink, taking a moment to process what he said.


This guy looks 15! How the hell is he 23!?

“I’m telling the truth!” Luhan seemed to notice the other boy’s dubious expression. “I’ve got a bit of a baby face, but trust me, I’m a real manly man!”

He did not just call himself a manly man….

“Says the guy who tried ordering Pumpkin Spice Latte….” Sehun muttered quietly to himself, before shaking his head. “Whatever. Here’s your order. Enjoy.”

Luhan pouted, but he accepted his drink. “I’ll prove it to you, Sehunnie!” he declared, attracting the attention of many people in the cafe. Sehun glowered at him slightly, looking around apprehensively. “I’ll prove to you I’m a manly man!! Just you wait!”

“Sir… you’re-”

“Anyway, bye bye Sehunnie! I’ll be back again!” Luhan waved cheerily before skipping out of the shop without another word, leaving multiple people to stare at Sehun, as if it was his fault the happy-go-lucky idiot was so loud.  He took a deep breath and tried to regain his calm, cool attitude. It worked, to a certain degree.

“Hey, Sehun. You alright?” a deep voice asked. Sehun looked up to see Chanyeol, his freakishly tall colleague and friend. He was staring at Sehun with kind, concerned eyes and Sehun nodded silently, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples.

“I’m fine…just, let me have a moment to calm down. Otherwise, I’m worried I might chase after that guy and murder him.”

“Who was he, anyway?” Chanyeol asked, sounding interested. “I think I saw him here last time, too.”

“No one… Just a guy with horrible taste in coffee…” Sehun muttered, back to normal with his usual cool, uncaring demeanour.

Chanyeol raised an eyebrow but remained silent. His eyes said it all.

Sehun arrived home that night utterly exhausted. The shop had been unusually busy and one of the other workers had called in sick, leaving just Chanyeol, Sehun and Suho, another friend and the manager of the shop.

“Woah, you look like shit,” the annoying voice of his roommate and best friend commented as he collapsed onto the couch.

“Fuck off, Kai,” Sehun mumbled into the cushion on the couch, burying his face into it.

“Rough day?”


“You alright?”


“Anything interesting happen?”

For a brief moment, the annoying idiot, Luhan, flashed into his mind before he pushed it away. “No.”

He heard Kai sigh, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, 'Unresponsive asshole.’ before walking off, dodging the cushion Sehun threw at him.

The blonde boy sighed, unwillingly dragging himself off the couch and towards his shared room with Kai, cursing at his aching body and stiff muscles.

The other boy was already perched on his bed, typing away on his phone, ignoring Sehun as he sauntered into the room.

After a moment of silence, Kai looked up, a small, silly smile on his face. “I saw Kyungsoo today.”

“Good for you,” came Sehun’s incredibly unenthusiastic response. Kai scowled, throwing a pillow and Sehun, who didn’t even bother dodging and just lay there on his bed, eyes closed.

Do Kyungsoo was in the year above Kai and Sehun and the long-time secret crush of the former’s. He was a nice guy, Sehun acknowledged, but a bit scary, if he was honest. But Kai absolutely adored him, so Sehun supported his best friend.

After a while, Kai seemed to get the message that Sehun was in no mood for conversation, and kept quiet, shutting off the light and turning on his bedside lamp so that Sehun could sleep more peacefully. He may be an asshole, but he did care for Sehun just a little bit.

Slowly, Sehun drifted off to sleep, dreaming about honey coloured hair, maroon beanies and Pumpkin spice lattes.


As promised, Luhan was back a few days later, sporting that familiar annoying grin. Sehun resigned himself to serving him again, silently cursing Chanyeol who just had to go on break a few minutes prior.

“Sehunnie!” Luhan chirped, bouncing over to the counter. “How are you?”

“Spectacular,” he replied flatly. “Order?”

“Same thing as last time, thanks!”


Luhan pouted as he handed Sehun the exact amount again. “Are you unhappy to see me? You sound so unenthusiastic…”

Well, I’m not exactly jumping out of joy….

“I’m sorry, this is just my normal voice. I can’t do anything to change that.” Sehun replied, still in that same dull tone.

“Oh, ok! So I’m not annoying you by coming?” he was smiling that annoying smile again.


“Not at all,”

“That’s good to hear!”

“Here’s your drink, Enjoy.”


However, instead of leaving like he usually did, he skipped over to an empty booth and sat down. Sehun raised an eyebrow at his action, but decided to ignore him.

A few minutes later, he found his eyes unconsciously wandering over to the honey-haired boy, only to find him already staring back already. He caught his eye for a moment before tearing his gaze away, berating himself for getting distracted.

Over the next hour, Luhan stayed at the cafe, staring intently at Sehun, driving him nuts. Even Chanyeol noticed and sent Sehun a suggestive wiggle of eyebrows and a pointed glance in Luhan’s direction, which was promptly ignored.

However, Sehun couldn’t help but allow his eyes to stray every now and then to where Luhan was sitting. Every time he did, Luhan would perk up and wave enigmatically, smiling happily, causing Sehun to immediately look away.

Every time he did, Luhan smiled.



Slowly, over the next few weeks, Luhan’s presence became a constant thing. He came almost every day, sometimes staying for a few minutes, sometimes for a few hours. Sehun’s colleagues began referring to him as 'Sehun’s Customer’, much to the embarrassment of the 19-year-old maknae. Luhan would always make an effort to stay and chat for a bit, asking some questions while telling some stories about his own life. Although the conversations were continued with great reluctance at first, Sehun began to learn more about the boy, like how he had a borderline addiction for caffeine and how he adored cats and how he liked extra froth in his macchiato.

It became almost a habit of Sehun’s to have a cup of Caffe macchiato, brewed just the way he knew Luhan would like, ready the moment the cheery boy stepped through the doors, handing it to him without a word the instant he approached the counter. It always brought a happy grin to Luhan’s face and Sehun couldn’t deny that he felt the tiniest burst of warmth at the sight of his annoying smile and energetic 'thanks!’.

Almost without Sehun realising, he began to anticipate Luhan’s daily visits, immediately perking up whenever he stepped into the room. Over the course of a month, they had slowly become friends, and although Sehun was reluctant at first, he began to enjoy Luhan’s visits.

One day, Luhan had decided he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Oh Sehun!” He exclaimed loudly, drawing the attention of many other customers trying to enjoy their afternoon coffee. He stormed up to the counter and pouted angrily (is that even possible?) at the surprised Sehun.


“I’ve had enough!”

“Of what? Coffee?” Sehun looked bewildered. What had he done? Where did this sudden angry Luhan come from?

“No, you idiot!” Now Luhan also looked exasperated. “I’ve visited you every day for about a month now and yet you still haven’t asked!”

“Asked for what!? Your phone number!?”



“Wait, what!?” Sehun blinked rapidly. “I was kidding!”

Luhan scowled. “Well, I’m serious! I’ve waited for far too long! I’m getting impatient!”

Sehun stared at him for a moment longer, before returning to his work, totally ignoring him, much to the shock and indignation of the other. “Yah! I’m talking to you here! Give me your phone number!”

Sehun raised an eyebrow, “And what if I don’t want to give it to you?”


The blonde boy hid a smile behind a cool exterior. “You’ll have to prove your worth if you want it. I don’t give out my phone number to just anybody.”

“But I’m not just anybody! I’m Luhan, you’re one and only loyal best friend!”

A loud cough was heard nearby and both boys glanced over to Chanyeol, who was staring at them pointedly. “One and only best friend?”

Sehun rolled his eyes. “You don’t count.”


“Anyway,” Sehun turned back to Luhan, ignoring the indignant cries of a certain lanky giant behind them. “No, I’m not giving you my number.”

Luhan pouted adorably, giving Sehun puppy dog eyes. The latter rolled his eyes. “Puppy dog eyes don’t work on me.”

The petite, honey-haired boy could only sigh, giving up for now. “Fine. I’ll just have the usual…”

Sehun hid another smile at the other’s adorable dejected expression. “That’s 5 dollars 80, thanks.”

Luhan remained silent during the entire time Sehun made his coffee, which was a first. Luhan was still pouting and the latter eventually sighed, grabbing a black marker.

When Luhan took his drink to his usual booth, missing Sehun’s grin and still pouting, he didn’t notice the small message scrawled onto the side of his cup in black marker.

It wasn’t until he had settled down until he noticed it. When he did, he broke out into a large smile and looked up at Sehun, who was grinning at him from across the counter. The blonde boy smirked lightly, causing Luhan’s heartbeat to quicken, before he turned away to serve another customer, much to the smaller boy’s disappointment. He looked back down at the cup and smiled.

'I know this isn’t Starbucks and we don’t usually write little messages or names on the cup, but I think I can make an exception just this once.

-Sehun, your one and only loyal best friend (and barista)

And written below was a series of numbers, which Luhan eagerly added to his phone, under the contact name 'Sehun, my favourite barista’.


By the time Sehun learned what Luhan’s name meant, he had loosened up completely, now totally comfortable with the honey-haired Hyung.

“Eh? So your name means deer?” Sehun asked, a mischievous smile lingering on his lips. Luhan nodded happily.

“Yeah, my mum gave it to-”


Luhan trailed off, blinking at Sehun, who was grinning cheekily at the other boy. “Sounds cute, no?”

“W-what did you just call me?!” Luhan all but shrieked at the horrendous nickname.

Sehun tilted his head innocently. “You don’t like it?”

“Not at all!”

“Eh? But it’s cute! I like it!” Sehun pouted mockingly, reusing Luhan’s words against him. Damn, revenge felt nice.

Luhan narrowed his eyes at Sehun, whose smile was threatening to break through, feeling as though his leg was being pulled.

“Don’t push it, Sehunnie,”

“Eh? I have no ideer what you’re talking about.”

“Sehun!” Luhan pouted.

“Yes, my deerest Ludeer?” Sehun smiled smugly at Luhan’s flustered expression.

“D-Don’t call me that!” Luhan whined.

“Aw, but I find it a very endeering nickname, no?”

“Aishh! I’ve had enough!” Luhan stormed off to his usual booth, the adorable pout still on his face, the tips of his ears red as he heard Sehun’s laughter following him. He looked down at his cup of coffee and saw another message.

'My deer Luhan,
Revenge is sweet.
-Sehun, your deerest barista’
PS. Now stop calling me Sehunnie.



“You really need to show me this 'Oh Sehun’ you keep rambling about,” Byun Baekhyun, Luhan’s best friend and roommate, said. Luhan and Baekhyun were currently out for lunch and all Luhan had been talking about was the infamous 'Oh Sehun’. “I need to see if he’s really worth my little Hannie.”

Luhan smiled his sweet, dreamy smile. “He’s perfect, Baek! His blonde hair, his eyes, his smirk…”

“Geesh, you sound like a lovestruck teenage girl,” Baekhyun wrinkled his nose. “I need to find this Oh Sehun and ask him what he’s done to my Hannie.”

“Maybe I am in love…” Luhan sighed dreamily. Baekhyun rolled his eyes.

“I don’t doubt it, the way you’ve been talking about him for the past 2 hours…” he muttered to himself. He then sighs. “Just… be careful, Luhan.”

Met with Luhan’s questioning stare, Baekhyun elaborated. “I don’t want you getting hurt, and from what you’ve described, this Sehun guy sounds like an asshole.”

Luhan laughed lightly. “Oh, he is. But he can also be very cute and sweet.”

Baekhyun shrugged. “Whatever you say.”

The honey haired boy suddenly perked up. “Hey, I know! Let’s go visit him now!”

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow. “Now?”

“Yes! Come on!” Without wasting another moment, the enigmatic boy dragged his friend out, eager to see his beloved Sehunnie.

“Sehunnie!” he burst through the doors with his usual extravagant flair. The said boy raised his head to see Luhan this time dragging someone else by the hand. He furrowed his eyebrows at the sight, feeling something in the pit of his stomach. He shook the feeling off when Luhan skipped over, smiling that familiar smile that made Sehun’s heart flutter every time he saw it.

Wordlessly, he handed Luhan his usual coffee and gestured at his friend, who was studying him carefully, making him a tad uncomfortable. “And what can I get for your friend…?”

“Oh, I’ll just have the same,” The brunette stranger replied, still scrutinising Sehun closely. The blonde boy nodded awkwardly. “That’ll be 11 dollars 60.”

“Hey Sehun, do you know where….” Chanyeol trailed off when he noticed Luhan. Or more accurately, the guy standing next to Luhan. “Woah…

Sehun rolled his eyes, unimpressed while Baekhyun stared at the lanky giant.

Luhan beamed. “This is my best friend, Byun Baekhyun!”

Sehun raised an eyebrow, pretending to look affronted. “And I thought I was your one and only best friend?”

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow back and scoffed, “One and only? Please, if anything, I’m the one who deserves that title. I’ve known Hannie since we were little!”

Sehun scowled slightly and Baekhyun smirked. So Sehun was the possessive type, he thought to himself. He continued nonchalantly, “But I guess I’ll allow it for now, considering how excited my Hannie was to see you today.”

Luhan’s face exploded in red as he pouted at Baekhyun. “Baaaaek! How could you say that!?”

Sehun was now smirking. “Is that right, Hannie?”

As Sehun continued to tease Luhan, earning much blushing and embarrassed whining from the latter, Baekhyun turned to the lanky giant, who was still staring.

“You done checking me out?” he asked casually, snapping the other out of his daze and causing him to blush heavily.

“S-Sorry! I-I didn’t mean to s-stare!” He stuttered. “I-I was just…”

Baekhyun smirked, finding the lanky giant kinda cute. Not that he would admit it out loud. “So what’s your name?”

“Ch-Chanyeol…Park Chanyeol.” he rubbed his neck awkwardly. “N-nice to meet you.”

Baekhyun’s smirk widened. “I see. It was nice to meet you too, Chanyeol. See you around!”

He whirled around, dragging Luhan with him as they settled into the booth. “Eh, I guess he’s passable.” He commented, glancing at Sehun, who was still grinning slightly. His gaze wandered over to Chanyeol, whose face was still red as he glanced over to where they were sitting. They locked gazes and Baekhyun smirked. Chanyeol immediately looked away, causing Sehun, who noticed the exchange, to roll his eyes and slap him on the back, much to the former’s chagrin.

“You like him?” Luhan’s question drew his attention back to the honey-haired boy, who was smiling excitedly. “Chanyeol is a nice guy…”

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “Of course not. He’s too tall, and he’s awkward and- oh, don’t give me that look!”

Luhan laughed out loud, obviously not believing a word he was saying. “Whatever you say, Baek.”

The brunette merely huffed, sipping on his coffee in embarrassment. He internally sighed in appreciation. 'At least Sehun can make decent coffee…nothing like the horrid sludge Luhan used to have back at Starbucks…’

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Luhan smiled softly. “Sehun makes the best coffee.”

“Mmm, I guess it’s better than that Starbucks stuff you had. I can’t believe they can even call it coffee…” Baekhyun shivered as Luhan giggled.

“So you approve of him” Luhan looked at Baekhyun with such a hopeful look, the latter could only sigh.

“How can I not when you’re looking at me like that?” Luhan beamed at his best friend’s words, causing the latter to smile too.

Unaware that he just caused a certain lanky giant to have a mini heart-attack.


It was one of those days where Luhan had nothing to do, so he sat himself in one of the comfortable booths where he had a clear view of Sehun and pulled out a book, reading quietly while sipping his coffee, sighing in appreciation at the warm beverage, made just for him by the one and only Sehun.

“One Caffe Macchiato, thanks!” A high-pitched, girly voice drew Luhan’s attention. He looked up from his book to see a girl around Sehun’s age, standing before the counter, smiling flirtingly at Sehun, twirling a strand of her hair. Luhan narrowed his eyes. He was aware of how attractive Sehun was, and it was bound to attract some female attention, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed the sight of them flirting with his Sehun. Usually, after seeing how unresponsive Sehun was, they gave up pretty quickly. Luhan hoped that would be the case here, too. Luhan usually wasn’t the possessive type, but if riled up… well, let’s just pray whoever comes in between him and his beloved Sehunnie has health insurance and the ambulance at speed dial.

“That will be 5 dollars 80, thanks,” Sehun replied monotonously, seemingly unaffected by the obvious cleavage the girl was displaying. The girl noticed his lack of attention and pouted, leaning over the counter and smiling wider.

“So, Sehun, is it?” She asked. “How long have you been working here? How have I never noticed a cutie like you?”

She winked and Luhan scoffed. How obvious can you get?

Sehun just stared at her for a moment, before ignoring her comment and handing her her drink. “Here’s your order. Have a nice day.” Luhan had to stop himself from sniggering at his response, feeling slightly proud of his Sehunnie.

The girl. however, refused to back off. “So, uh, a few friends of mine are going out this Friday… and I was wondering…”

Luhan frowned. This girl obviously doesn’t know when to give up.

Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he strolled over to the counter, a casual smile plastered on his face.

“Sehunnie!” he called out, purposefully loudly, drawing the attention of both of them. The girl looked rather pissed that someone had interrupted her, while Sehun just raised an eyebrow. “So about our dinner date this Friday…”

He hid a smirk at the girl’s shocked expression. “W-What?”

Luhan turned around, feigning surprise. “Oh, hi! Didn’t see you there! Are you a friend of my Sehunnie’s?”

“Ah, w-well, no. I-I was just….” Luhan enjoyed the sight of her being so flustered as she walked off, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. Sehun looked at Luhan with another raised eyebrow.

“Was that necessary?” He asked, a touch exasperated, but Luhan believed he saw a flash of amusement hidden in his dark brown eyes.

“Yes! Did you see her?! She was shoving her chest at you!”

“I could have handled it.” Luhan thought he could hear the teasing tone of his voice.

“Hmph, I know! I was just…”

“Just what?” Sehun was definitely grinning now. Luhan glared at him while pouting.

“Aish! Nothing! It was nothing!”

One thing Sehun learnt over the months was that Luhan was incredibly childish. And stubborn. He let out a soft chuckle and ruffled his hair gently.

“So, about our dinner date this Friday….?” He grinned when Luhan’s eyes widened and his cheeks exploded with a dark blush.

“Th-That was nothing! I-I was just trying to-”

“Oh, so you don’t wanna go out this Friday?”

“No-Yes! No, I mean… I don’t know!”

Sehun gave a small chuckle. “Alright then… How’s 7 o'clock at Henrick’s?”

Luhan’s mind blanked. Was Sehun… asking him out?!

The blonde raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

“I guess I could make it….” Luhan tried to hide his excitement by putting on a cool facade that fooled absolutely nobody.

Sehun laughed lightly and it was like music to Luhan’s ears. “I’m honoured that you would take time out of your busy day to go out with me.”

Luhan blushed heavily, to the point where he looked like a tomato. “I guess I’ll see you there…”

Sehun smiled warmly and it took Luhan’s breath away. “Now I need to get back to work, otherwise Suho will kill me.”

Luhan merely smiled, leaning over the counter to give Sehun a light kiss on the cheek. Even he was surprised at his own boldness. Sehun’s eyes widened as he stared at Luhan, his cheeks flushed.

“See you then!”

Sehun watched as Luhan skipped out of the cafe, reaching up to feel his cheek where Luhan’s lips had just pressed against. The skin was still tingling and his heart was pounding.

He clenched his fist in determination as he hurried to the staffroom, untying his apron and dashing out of the cafe, ignoring the smug smiles Suho and Chanyeol sent him as he dashed towards the door. Both of them saw what happened and didn’t bother stopping him.

“Luhan!” he called, running after the honey-haired boy. He realised Luhan was wearing the same maroon beanie he had the first time they met and smiled at the irony. “Luhan, wait!”

The said boy turned around, surprise written over his features. “Sehun?”

Sehun skidded to a halt in front of him, panting slightly from his mad dash, Luhan looking up at him with wide, inquiring eyes. Eyes the blonde barista had fallen in love with.

“Luhan,” Sehun murmured, his breathing slowing down. “I’m by no means a romantic guy, so I’ll only say this once, okay?”

Luhan’s head tilted in confusion. “Sehun? What are you talking about?”

“I…. I’m glad you came into our cafe that day and ordered that stupid Spice Pumpkin Latte…”

The honey haired boy’s eyes widened. “Sehun, wha-”

The rest of his sentence was cut off as Sehun gently placed his lips on Luhan’s. The latter’s eyes widened further (if that was even possible) as he stared a Sehun’s closed eyes, shock shutting off his senses except for the feeling of the pair of soft, warm lips pressed against his own. Before he had a chance to respond, however, Sehun pulled away. He smiled down at Luhan, his eyes looking dazed.

“What I’m trying to say is… I like you… a lot.”

Luhan’s face reddened as he stepped into his embrace, hiding his face in the crook of Sehun’s neck. “You’re supposed to say that before the kiss!”

Sehun laughed breathlessly. “I guess I just got impatient.”

If possible, Luhan’s face turned even redder. “Idiot.”

Sehun drew away, tilting Luhan’s face up with his hand before leaning in again, lips hovering over his, an inch apart.

“I still haven’t heard your answer,”

Luhan blinked in confusion before his eyes cleared. He laughed softly, grabbing Sehun’s face and pulling him closer, closing the gap and surprising Sehun.

He loved the way his lips molded perfectly against Sehun’s. He loved the way Sehun pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around his waist and gently placing a hand on his cheek. He loved the way Sehun tasted like coffee as he pressed his face closer, wanting more.

When they broke apart again, both were panting slightly. Luhan leaned his forehead against Sehun’s, staring into his eyes. “Idiot, I’ve liked you since the beginning.”

Sehun smiled, still managing to take his breath away even after so long. “I’m glad to hear it.”

Before he leaned in and kissed him once again.

The first of many more to come.

The End.



“Baekhyun! I need your help!” Luhan cried desperately. “I’ve got a date with Sehun and I don’t know what to wear!”

The said boy sat on Luhan’s bed calmly as he watched Luhan rummage through his closet. “Calm down. Sehun will like you no matter what you wear. In fact, I bet Sehun will like it even more if you don’t wear anything-”

“Baekhyun!” Luhan’s face was red. “D-don’t say that!”

The brunette boy raised an eyebrow. “And why not?” He smirked slightly. “You know it’s true.”

Luhan gave Baekhyun a disapproving look, despite the red painting his cheeks. “Shut up!  Now, what should I wear?”

Baekhyun groaned and stood up. “You know what? Just wear that navy button up shirt with jeans. No need to be formal. It’s Hendricks, after all.”

“But I don’t wanna be too casual, y'know, or else Sehun might think I don’t care about the date and I want to impress him and all, but I also don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard. And, oh, I just want it to be perfect for our first date, but I don’t even know what to wear, Baekhyun help me-”

“God, kill me now.”

Some distance away, Sehun was going through the same dilemma.

“Kai, help me! I don’t know what to wear!”

“I still can’t get over the fact that you actually managed to get a date in the first place,” the boy commented as he watched Sehun panic over an outfit. “and the fact that you’re actually worrying about it.”

“Of course I’m worrying over it!” Sehun exclaimed, frustrated at Kai’s lack of assistance. “It’s our first date! I want it to be perfect!”

“Just wing it.”


“That’s what I did with Kyungsoo. He seemed pretty happy.”

A few weeks ago, Kai finally managed to muster up the courage to ask Kyungsoo out on a date and much to his elation, he accepted. Kai had come home that night, a dazed expression on his face while Sehun watched, amused.

“But I’m not like you. I can’t improvise very well,” Sehun protested and almost immediately regretted it.

“Well, no one is as fabulous as I am,” Kai did an extravagant hair sweep, dodging the shirt Sehun threw at him. “Look, you’re a chill guy. Just be casual!”

Sehun raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“Just act chill with whatever you end up wearing,”

“I don’t get it,” Sehun told him flatly, turning around. “Whatever. You are no help whatsoever.”

Kai groaned. “I can’t believe you. You’re supposed to be smart. How do you not even understand what I’m saying?! You know what? Just wear a shirt and jeans or something! Wear a coat so you don’t look casual, but not like you’re attending a fucking wedding.”

Sehun paused. “That’s actually a good idea. Thanks, Kai. Knew I could count on you.”

“I can just feel the sincerity radiating off you,” Kai rolled his eyes sarcastically. “Now hurry up or you’ll be late!”

“Oh shit-”


Good morning⭐️

For some reason I’m a morning person. I always wake up feeling like anything is possible. I’m pretty sure I can pinpoint this to my love of the freakishly strong coffee (sludge) I drink.

Goals today: drink more coffee & make it to the gym💪🏼 Never. Skip. Thursday.

Happy squats n’ coffee, y'all!

“What are you suppose to do when a dude and his kid comes to your stall and the dude says ‘I heard you were the plug,’ like right in front of the kid?” Mars rubbed the stubble on his chin as he worked on his morning cup of black coffee sludge. “Asking for a friend.” He added half heartedly.

peregrxnans  asked:

Is triple-brewing the limit for how often you can brew coffee before it begins to develop off flavors, or could you theoretically concentrate it several dozen times for even more of a kick to the gut?

You can keep repeating the process for as long as you can force the increasingly tar-like sludge through a coffee filter, but after about three it starts to taste funny. 

The One Thing We'll Remember

(South/CT post-Freelancer AU, mostly fluff, partially angst. For South Appreciation Week, geez I love her. 4200 words, T)


CT is standing on her front step at 4:30 in the morning for some goddamn reason. A huge backpack dwarfs her, but she’s carrying it like it weighs nothing. She’s also holding a six-pack of South’s favorite shitty beer.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

“Didn’t you used to sleep naked?”

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Dead, three times and counting

Digging into the past, distant or recent, my hometown remembers many mysteries. I am not so happy with the fact that I was very close to some of them.

13 years ago, when I was 11, I had a good friend, Marko, living in my neighborhood. Back then, he lived with his mother and father, an abusive drunkard. Mark’s mother was also a weird woman, with many claiming she does some kind of black magic. Personally, I have only seen her telling the neighbors their fortune using cards or coffee sludge. Nothing I could personally believe in. My opinion changed when Mark’s father died. For the third time.

I’ll be short and write the most important things only, as my fear blocked me from getting to know more details. One day at the beginning of the summer, the neighborhood was humming that Mark’s father has hanged himself in the attic. Mark confirmed it to me. He found him hanging. The autopsy confirmed it was a suicide. I’ve spent the summer away in a camp, so I lost touch with Mark for a couple of months. When I came back, Mark was quite distant, not the playful guy I used to know. I assumed it was due to his loss but whenever he was talking about his father, he was telling stuff like: “I hope he rots in hell” or “The bastard should’ve died a long time ago”. I understood his rage, after all, Mark was abused all the time by his father. Always in bruises. Always with cigarette burns on his arms. Some scars now and then. Getting slapped by his father in public.

In the autumn, Mark and I were catching the last sunny days, sitting by the lake in our neighborhood. It was already abandoned by the swimmers but still pleasant to sit, chat, and have your first smokes like we did. The raft club-cafe on the lake was also closed, so we could climb there, sit, steal sodas and candy. A paradise for kids. Mark went to the toilet and returned completely disturbed. He wasn’t panicking but I could assume he saw something awful. “My father. Sitting on a chair by the restroom. Dead” he said. WTF? I couldn’t dare to go in. I insisted on calling the cops. Mark persuaded me we could get in trouble for breaking into the cafe, so I backed off. Talking about priorities when you are eleven! I ran away and left Mark. I just couldn’t deal with everything. As I haven’t seen the body, I’ve convinced myself Mark was just pulling off his demented jokes. the next day, the local newspaper published that there was a dead man’s body found in the lake, tied to a chair. As far as I know, the police investigation concluded that some cult members dug the man out of his grave, tied him to a chair and threw him into the lake. This didn’t match the fact that Mark found him on the raft. Mark never wanted to talk about it again. He moved very soon, so we completely lost touch. As I was growing up, somehow I managed to suppress these memories. Whenever I remembered it, it seemed like a bad dream, something that maybe never happened but was a product of terrible childish imagination and fears. I guess it is redundant to say I never went back to the lake again.

Years later, when I was already at the University, I’ve spent a summer in Greece. I was shocked to meet Mark there, working in a restaurant as a chef. Many young people from my hometown do work in Greece during the holidays but I just wasn’t expecting to see him. We went out to a couple of drinks. The memories awakened, and when I got drunk enough, I managed to ask Mark what happened back then. He was not in the mood to talk. He reminded me that even the papers wrote it was all committed by this cult. I reminded him that’s obviously bullshit. After a while, he told me it must have something to do with his mother. it was obviously something supernatural, and she really used to practice some kind of spells. He even said he has read some of her books where he could see things so terrible he wouldn’t dare to even speak about. It’s not that she hasn’t had any motives. He was beating and humiliating her for years. I asked Mark once again, sincerely, if that was the truth. He confirmed.

The next day, I was walking through those tiny streets full of tourists, searching for some fridge magnets. I received a message from an unknown number. “Once for my mother. Once for me. Every next time for every single thing he has ever done to anyone. To be continued.” Mark. What kind of creepy bullshit is this? I rushed through the street, almost running to my hostel. As I approached the hostel, I saw a man standing at the entrance. He turned around and looked at me straight in the eyes. Mark’s freaking father! He was looking at me apologetically as if he was trying to say he is sorry for something. He wasn’t the nicest neighbor. I was always afraid of him. Once he took my ball and kicked it over the roofs. Once he tightened my arm so hard I had bruises and thought something was broken. Once he called me a slut for playing with the boys all the time. I used to be sorry for Mark, thinking how terrible it is to lose your own father, but his father wasn’t someone whose death would make too many people cry. In the very next moment, he fell to the ground. Some people approached him, one of them yelling that the man is not breathing.

I am hoping never to meet Mark or his father again.

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Creek Meh Fanfiction

Summary: Craig’s been hanging around Tweak Bros: Coffeehouse. (older Au/ fluff/ kissing/ swearing/ oneshot)

“Second’s please…” that smug smirk mouthed leaning forwards on the counter towards, the words that purred following the movements made me spaz as most things did.

“Augh!” I shout as I take the glass away from him to refill it, as usual his entangling grip around the container lingers, long enough to hold me there as I try to tug it out of his grasp. Our eyes meet, my twitching wildly iris’ being greeted by his half lidded ones. My frown of unamusement doesn’t seem to phase him in the slightest. After a moment he finally releases the cup, allowing me to finally break eye contact with him. I turn hurriedly and make a beeline for the coffee beans hearing that irritating scoff of amusement escape from the others mouth.

I had known Craig for well over eight years, though we never really communicated with each other until third grade when some of our idiotic classmates bet on who could win in a fight, both before and after the event we never truly conversed. Over the eight years we had grown far different from each other, Craig getting in with the wrong and perhaps considerably more popular crowd, where I still only really had friends in two or three kids, I really focused on the family business and school work more than any potential social life.

Lately Craig has been showing up at the shop more and more. It used to be like once or twice a week after he’d been up to a crazy night before hand and he needed a fix to get him through the school day, now it was every morning, every evening, and he’d sit there drinking until closing. No matter what shift I took I’d always see him in here. He was practically our best and most loyal customer. And the worst part ironically is I’d always hear him complaining how crap our coffee was! I just don’t get him.

I jittered as I poured the hot water into the now abusively ground coffee beans, my fathers moto and soapbox on how we put love into every cup was really a bunch of bull, each cup was filled with bitterness and anxiety and sometimes unshed tears, but that’s if you got lucky. I jumped when Craig let words flow throughout the store again, he and I were the only ones there, nobody ever gets coffee at 5:46…. except Craig.

“Have you guys ever considered getting some kind of flavoring for your coffee, cuz you know hazelnut sounds really good, like… really good.” he offered in a dazed teasing tone. I shot him a glare like no other, it really bugged me when anyone badmouthed or criticized our coffee, and Craig seemed like he had nothing else but to say sour things about it.

His eyes met my infuriated ones as I brought his cup back to him, “If you want fancy things like that shit, Ah!, go make your own god damn coffee.”  I spat back jittered to him, at which he did nothing but smile at me with his stupid sarcasm.

“Aw c’mon now, don’t be like that, all I’m saying is that your sludge excuse for coffee has potential, you just gotta, you know, push it over the edge and then it could be prime sludge.” He cheered enthusiastically, causing my blood to boil, I could feel my face heat in anger.

“Why the fuck do you even come here?!” I seethed at him letting out another shaky cry of randomness as I went. My eyes were as sharp as knives ready to cut into this pompous asshole.

And he did nothing but look me dead in the eye with a calm, cool aura about him, like he was looking into the eyes of one of his friends who shared his opinion. “Do you always talk to paying customers with that foul mouth?” he responded in taunting monotone. Oh my Jesus did I want to punch this guy’s eyes out. But of course I couldn’t do that, because my dad would kill me if I even laid a finger on this asschicken.

I tried to calm myself a bit remembering that I was actually working so I turned from the dick that was the teenage boy at the counter, and moved on to cleaning out the hot water dispenser on one of the machines, it hadn’t felt scolding enough to drown out the taste of the coffee. Not that it was a bad taste…. god fuck it all our coffee kicks ass screw what Craig says.

“Aww, where ya going? We were having such a fruitful discussion over here!” The dark haired teenager calls after me with mock hurt. One day…. I breathed down my qualms letting out little squawks and yelps as I nervously pulled out the dispensers filter. I had done this many times before but no matter how many times I do it my anxiety takes over and I worry over every possible bad outcome and spaz myself out.

“Hey… you need help? that looks dangerous…” I almost mistook the words that flew out of Craig’s mouth as actually concern for a moment. Well I certainly didn’t need any assistance from dildo’s like him, I’ve done this a million times before, and nothing was going to be different about this time…

I turn to tell him off just as rehearsed in my mind, but something slipped and the next thing I knew there was a fire like sensation on my left arm, as if my skin was boiling off of my nerves, my muscles locked themselves leaving for more fire to ignite my arm and splatter onto my ankles that were only protected by a thin layer of black fabric, steam rose from the ground as my body locked into panic, the only movements from me were that of my anxiety shaking my whole being.

Time blacked out. Only quick flashes of Craig jumping over the counter, grabbing my arm and throwing it under the sink shot out at me. Then a waterfall of ice pricked at my left arm snapping me out of my daze and back to my panicking self. “AUGHI!!” I shouted as my body convulsed under the pain in my arm.

“Shut the fuck up, I know it hurts, but this is what they always do in the fucking movies okay.” Craig stated irritatedly as he held my arm under the faucet with bruising like force. I wanted to cry but nothing came of my eyes except the rapid blinks of shock and terror.

I tried once more to pull my arm away from Craig but that only brought more pain, I bit my lip and felt all of me queeze as I recognized my helpless state that was left in the hands of the taller boy. Finally I relaxed a bit into his vice like grip, thus making him soften a bit, not by much, just enough to ease any potential bruising.

We sat like that for a few moments until my ankles began to heat where I think they were going to blister, I wiggled a bit trying to bring Craig’s attention to something other than my arm. “C-Craig….”I croaked at last making his head snap to meet my gaze. His eyes were full of an emotion I’d never seen on him before, I recognized it though. It was panic, pure terrorized panic as if the whole world was about to cave in on itself. This bewildered me as Craig had shown nothing but monotone and sarcastic expressions in my presence ever before.

“I- you… the… m-m ay…”My words melded as I scrambled my brain for English as it simultaneously attempted to assess Craig’s expression. “legs…” I was able to formulate before my lower body buckled beneath the mass that was my weight and I began to collapse in on myself. Only to be stopped by a lengthy arm that coiled around my torso and held my waist and above up above the ground. My vocal chords automatically spewed out an unintelligible noise.

“I’ve got ya, don’t worry.” the small husk of Craig’s voice tickled down my spine. I felt something of a melting sensation, in more ways than one. I allowed myself to relax in Craigs body, trying to alleviate some of my weight on my other arm.

Finally, Craig was satisfied with my arm and release it, however he didn’t release my body. The taller boy gripped at my waist which almost tickled and crouched down to wrap his other arm around my kneecaps and then proceeded to lift me up into a bridal hold in his arms. I screamed out in panic as loud as I had when the aftershock hit me and gripped tighter to Craig than a koala clutches than a eucalyptus tree. I bit my lip almost hard enough to make me bleed as he carried me around the counter and to a table, kicking out a chair as he went.

Craig went to set me down in the seat, but every fiber in my being was against the idea of letting go of the dark haired male. “Calm down Tweekers I won’t go anywhere.” He hummed softly against my ear. And even though my bodily functions protested I released him.

He pulled out another chair for me to lay my feet on, then proceeded to the front door of the store. My heartbeat raced and ached more than it ever had, that bastard was just going to leave me here?! I felt a wet at my eyes as I glared at his back. As he reached the door, he merely flipped over the sign and locked the door then turned back at me.

His wide eyes must’ve meant that he was shocked at my relieved face, but shock soon turned to sympathy as he walked over to me and pulled up my pant legs to examine the damage that had been done there. Surprisingly it wasn’t as bad as it felt, a little red but no where near a 3rd degree burn. I let out a sigh of relief simultaneously to the one that escaped Craig’s lips.

He looked up to me, staring me straight in the eye, giving a small pleasant smile. “I’ll go clean up, you stay here okay.” He stated and went to go take care of the mess I had made. I made a small yelp and reached and snatched the end of his shirt slightly brushing his ass enough to make me flinch back.

Craig paused and turned towards me. “ya tweekers?” he cooed softly at me as he crouched down to my eye level, making me blush and avoid eye contact with him.

I remained silent for a while longer. Long enough for Craig to lose interest and stand once more.  “…don’t call me that…..” I mumbled as soon as he had turned once more. He flipped himself back smiling cooly down at me and grabbed a chair from another table, pulling it up and placing himself straddled on it leaning forwards on crossed arms on the back of the chair.

“Would you prefer I called you Tweekles? I could make that into a song, Tweekle Tweekle little star…” he began, reverting back into the sarcastic asshole I knew him to be.

“SH-Shut the hell up you bitch.” I looked up at his eyes once again holding the fire that I had before the fiasco had started. But what I found meeting my gaze was two reflecting pools of utter relief smiling gracefully back at me. My face went red again, though I wasn’t sure if it was with embarrassment or rage this time.

“How I wish you weren’t so far…” I stopped as he continued now looking at me as if I were only a dream. “Up above my world you fly by…” his eyes were depressed against the smile that adorned his face. “Like a miracle in my hearts sky…” He reached out one of his folded arms to brush at my mane of blonde that I called hair. Surprisingly my body didn’t retort as it usually did, only a small gasp of shock was left to display my anxiety. “Tweekle.. “ he hummed softly and stood from his seat, leaning forward as he went, his lips brushing up against mine. This kiss was soft and sweet, far more chaste than I was expecting Craig was even capable of.

The moment was also short as Craig pulled back there was a static moment where we just sat there looking into the other’s eyes. “I’m not really fond of wah… that name either…” I spewed out softly completely ruining the tension between us.

A wide smile appeared on Craig’s face as he sat back down to where he was. “Well damn, Tweekers it is then.” he laughed aloud. It sounded genuine at first but faded into something softer, something quieter, something sadder as he threw an apologetic look at me, as if he were a kicked kitten or something…

I yelped and opened my mouth to say something, anything really to break the awkward that had descended upon the two of us. But before I could actually let words escape my mouth there was a knocking upon the glass window, it was irritated and sporadic as one would expect from someone who was without their hourly caffeine.

Of course as they peered inside the building, Craig did nothing but flip the birdie towards the guy outside the door. Which made the man obviously feel insulted and reciprocate the action towards the teenager inside and walk away in a huff. “Fucking idiot, even I can fucking read a fucking sign.” Craig growled under his breath towards the door.

I paused and let out a small laugh at the other’s reactions. Which directed his attention back towards my person. It was difficult to keep the smile off my face, which was weird because obviously that man would have a strong talking to my father and then he would do nothing but soapbox lecture me for the rest of the night, but I just felt the strongest need to keep the bubble of a smile on my face as Craig kept his gaze on me, only now more pleasant.

“so… ummm” The taller teenager shifted uneasily in his chair, I made a yelp as my body fell back into it’s normal rhythm of shakes and shivers of anxiety. “s-sorry about that… I mean… earlier.” he breathed out heavily….

I raised my eyebrows, I took Craig to be one of those ‘do what you want with no regret’ kinda guys. I curled in on myself, feeling uncomfortable with the new side of the guy I had seen in here constantly for the past like month and a half. “i-it ah! it was no big deal…” I spewed out quietly.

This didn’t seem to really comfort him by much, as the moments that followed were just full of tense looming silence. Nothing to occupy it but the shakes I made in my chair. I honestly didn’t know how to respond to an event such as this, I had imagined the scenario a few times, of course with a girl, and more like what you’d see in the movies. But it wasn’t like what Craig and I did just moments ago was… bad. Did that mean I liked him? Did this mean we were dating now? My lack of social experience was finally catching up to me as I felt my head spin and the room tilt to odd angles.

Finally an exasperated sigh of defeat came from Craig as he once again stood, “Look, how about we just, forget about it okay Like nothing happened alright?” he heaved again as he began to back up towards the already cooling water puddle behind the counter.

I stared up at him blankly, twitching and convulsing my body unwillingly. “Gah! But- That was my first kiss…” I stated blankly as I watched his eyes widen and his mouth fell agape, almost in a look akin to horror. Was it really all that bad that I hadn’t mushed my lips together on another persons face before? Usually people found me too spastic to hold still for such an idea.

“I… you… Dude, I’m so sorry!” Craig walked up and gripped at my shoulders a look of pure regret painting his face, it didn’t suit him. And really pissed me off.

I glared up at him, “Why?” I growled at him “It wasn’t Ah! bad.” I huffed crossing my arms feeling a slight singe as I pressed my left against the right but I didn’t care right now, it didn’t hurt that bad.

“Thanks, but you don’t really have any comparison…” he sighed putting his forehead against my own in resignation.

I continued my stare up at him. “Do I need any? If I liked it I don’t see the point in going off and whoring my mouth off to other people…” I dribbled out of my mouth before I could stop myself. A flush of red hit me when I realized what had just been said. “Gah, I mean!”

Craig’s eye’s were dead locked onto my own only mere inches away. “No, I think I get what you mean…” that smirk that I knew and hated in months past, plastered itself across his face once more. But soon fell into a softer smile.

The taller teen leans down those extra two inches to ghost his breath against my lips, making my body shiver more and trickle down my spine unwanted chills. “I’m glad you feel that way.” he whispered and pressed his lips once again to my own. Only this time I pressed back.

AN: thing I wrote a while ago. Meh.


Quinn sat very still at the all night diner she’d found herself in. The coffee she’d ordered had cooled already, sitting lukewarm between her hands. Though it was no longer dripping, her hair was still wet against her neck, with the majority of it pulled over her left shoulder. She’d scrubbed her skin raw but still felt dirty. The image was burned into her head and even the fleeting thought made bile rise in her throat. She had to have imagined the eye contact, Dom couldn’t have made eye contact with her from that distance. 

It felt like her skin was crawling and she jerked her head up, accidentally making eye contact with a man. Staring transfixed for a moment, she tore her eyes away once she realized he was staring back and drank down the sludge in her coffee cup, hands shaking. She was coming down.