#better just the afternoon than morning and afternoon

[jeonginslefthand]

A day in your garden 🪴 🌱

Pairing: FlowerShopOwner!ChoiSan x reader Genre: Little Shop of Horrors AU/Fluff Word count: 3.7k+  Plot summary: You decide to see that flower shop owner again and he decides to show you his favorite place.   Warnings: Murder towards the end. That’s it. A/N: This is part two of my Little Shop on 8th Street series! For those who’ve been keeping up so far, thanks for waiting so patiently!! Also, this is technically my last fic for the year so have a happy new year everyone, and here’s to more writing in 2025!! Click here for part 1 of the series! Little Shop on 8th Street masterlist ATEEZ masterlist

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After a long day of running more errands, you swiftly lay down on your bed as tiredness washes over you. You pull out your phone to begin your nightly doom scrolling, but your mind continues to wander off to the flower shop owner San. You replay your interaction with him today over and over thinking of all the things you could’ve said to him, questions you should’ve asked to get to know him better, wondering when you could see him again. Your heart flutters thinking about his visuals, the structure of his beautiful face, the slickness of his hair, the way his shirt perfectly hugged his toned muscles, it’s an image you paint in your mind over and over again. Until you break out of your trance and come back to reality.

Wait, why am I acting like this? You think to yourself. You haven’t felt this way about anyone in a while. You also don’t usually believe in love at first sight, but something about San is different. Maybe you are too focused on his looks, or maybe it’s the way he carries himself. Maybe it’s his passion for what he does. Whatever it is, you want to see where this goes and that hopefully it works out well. 

~~~

A week passes by and you return to the flower shop once more. Only this time, you’re not looking for anything specific, at least regarding plants. This time you’re hoping to see the owner again, who’s been making your heart race every time you think of him for the past week. You walk up to the door only to be met with a disappointing sign posted on the door. 

“Little Shop on 8th Street will be closed today. Come back tomorrow!” The sign read with a cute drawing of a bunny in the corner. 

“Dang…” you say to yourself. A part of you understood. It seemed like he ran the shop by himself. Of course, he’ll need a break now and then. Maybe you can stop by tomorrow. You still have work in the morning, but can always visit in the afternoon.

“We’re not closed for my new favorite customer!” you hear a voice behind you say and you turn around startled. 

You see a smiling San towering over you as he’s carrying lots of gardening supplies and a heavy bag of soil. 

“Jeez this is the second time you scared me like that!” you respond. 

“Sorry, bad habit of mine. Do you want to come inside?” 

You nod in response and wait for San to get the shop keys. You notice him struggle reaching for his keys and you offer to help hold some of his supplies. He eagerly agrees and hands you some plant potting and plant seeds. He then successfully reaches his keys and opens the door to the shop, leading you inside. The shop looks just about the same since the last time you visited, but there’s a feeling of emptiness this time. Maybe it’s the knowledge that no one else will dare enter the shop, but following around San while standing mere inches away from him feels different than the last time the two of you were in the shop alone.  

“I realized I never got your name the last time,” San says breaking the silence. 

“Oh! I-It’s [Y/N]!” you stutter startled by his sudden statement.

“[Y/N]... such a lovely name! A pretty name for a pretty girl like you!” San responds making you blush hearing your name from his mouth. 

San leads you to the back of the store to a storage room and turns on the lights. You’re welcomed with more gardening supplies, plant starters, and flowers growing small buds that aren’t in bloom yet. 

“You can put the gardening supplies over on that shelf,” San says breaking you from your trance.  

“Oh! Okay!” you say eagerly heading over to the supplies. You begin sorting through the supplies, doing your best to figure out where the right places are. You eventually pick up on where things go, but get stuck on the last item realizing it goes on the top shelf. You do your best to reach the shelf but continue to struggle for a while trying to find a way to reach the top. Until you feel a hand graze your wrist and take the supply you were holding, moving it to the top shelf. 

“You know you can ask for help! Nothing wrong with that!” San says behind you. You start to realize how much taller he is than you. And how bigger his body is compared to yours. Add that with the sound of his breathing filling the room and the air of his breath running down your neck is enough to give you goosebumps, making this situation more intimate than anticipated. 

“G-good to know!” you respond holding back how worked up you are right now. “Anyway, that was the last thing I had so I’ll be on my way ou—”

“Wait! I want to show you something.” San interrupts. 

“Yeah?”

San steps away and begins walking out of the storage room as you follow. You both walk around the shop until you reach a staircase and you follow San up. This leads you both to the shop's second floor where you’re now standing in a common area. You look at your surroundings, noticing the kitchen with the sink halfway filled with dishes, the couch mostly clean with some clothes here and there, and another staircase you assume leads to a third floor. San quickly realizes the mess and frantically straightens a few things up. 

“Apologies for the mess. Had I known you would stop by, this would have looked much neater,” San explains as he throws clothes into a laundry area. 

“It’s okay! I’m the one who stupidly stopped by on your day off.” You respond. “And trust me, my place is much worse.”

“I would love to see it sometime! I’m sure it’s lovely messy or clean.”

“Hmm… maybe give me a heads up so you can see it in its fresh clean state!”

“Or maybe I’ll swing by on your day off! Then we’ll be even no?”

“Fair point. Now I’m sure the thing you want to show me is not your living room right?”

“Oh! That’s right! Follow me.”

San walks up the second set of staircases and you follow. The stairs lead to a rooftop patio filled with an assortment of plants. You recognize some you have seen in the store, but plenty of others you haven’t seen. The collection of plants are arranged like a garden. With the carefully crafted color scheme and the combining scents of the flowers filling your nostrils, you feel like you could get lost in this garden forever.

“This is so beautiful…” you say to San in awe.

“Welcome to the Little Shop’s secret garden! I come up here to work on personal plant projects and sometimes to get some fresh air after a long day.” San replies.

“Personal projects? Like what?”

“Well… I like cross-breeding different flowers. It’s so interesting to see what new features come from them. And sometimes I grow the plants I sell here. I have to know how best to take care of the products so I can inform the customer. What better way than to experiment in my own home.”  

“That’s amazing!! And cross-breeding is difficult. Tried it one time and didn’t get far…”

“Takes a lot of practice. Everything that goes into the process is very strategic. Believe me, it took a long time to get my method down.”

San picks up a watering can and starts walking around. You tag along admiring the array of plants bringing life to the patio. As San is watering plants, he stops on a particular flower. You stand next to him, feeling something drawing you to the flower. 

“Seems like you like the lilacs!” San says.

“Had a feeling they were lilacs. They look a bit different though.”

“These are my crossbreed lilacs and they’ve been the most difficult ones. They only crossbreed with other lilac species so it’s been a lot of trial and error, mostly error.”

“The way the colors blend is so pretty, reminds me of a sunset. And the leaves… they’re shaped into tiny hearts.” You go to touch one of the leaves as you’re admiring them. 

“Want to know something? The two breeds that created this can only be cross-breed with each other. I tried other lilac breeds on them but it hasn’t worked out. It’s like the two breeds were made for each other. Like they were waiting for their perfect match.”

“Huh, true love found through plants… who would’ve thought—” You think to yourself. 

San gets closer to the lilacs as he carefully waters them. Something is soothing about the way he waters this specific plant. The way each droplet falls on each leaf perfectly and how he monitors the amount of water going in. Delicately tipping the watering can making sure the water pressure is just right, like the lilacs could break at the slightest miscalculation. 

You follow San around some more as he waters more plants. He even hands you the watering can and lets you water some of the plants. You’re very familiar with this sort of task but you still allow San to help you. And by helping you, putting his hands where your hands are, and guiding them to water the plants with just the right amount of water. 

Following the garden adventure, you stay a little longer in San’s apartment. San pulls out some wine and two glasses and you both begin to loosen up and get comfortable. A little too comfortable. 

“So what’s a handsome man like you really doing in this small town?” You ask in a more sultry tone than usual.

“I already told you, I wanted to get away from the big city. I love the smaller towns anyway. They have so much more to appreciate than the crowded stuffy cities.” San responds. 

“Reallyyy? Are you sure you’re not getting away from other things? Like a dark secret past? Or… a dark secret ex?” You mentally question why you said the last part. Why would you randomly ask about his relationship life when you barely have gotten to know him?

“You’re funny. Unfortunately, there’s no dark past or… crazy ex for me. I had a… pretty uneventful life in the city…”

“Dang. Not even one crazy ex story? I feel everyone has a crazy ex story.”

“Not me, unfortunately. But… what about you? Do you have a crazy ex story?” 

“Oh yeah! This one dude I dated Minho was insane. I don’t know why I even dated him. First, he was so obsessed with his cats which was weird but I didn’t think anything of it. Then he would always get jealous when I hung out with my guy friends, a little too jealous. He even got jealous when I hung out with my brother once and it was super weird. One time, we were on a break from each other and it turned out that he was stalking me and taking pictures of me wherever I went. It was so strange!”

You kept going on and on rambling about Minho as the alcohol fully took over you. In your mind, you wondered why you were even telling all this to San. Being with Minho was not the best moment of your life but here you are joking about it like it was nothing. Part of you wondered if you would have been able to tell all this to San without the alcohol. Perhaps he just has a presence that makes him easy to trust. After all, he did let you into his home so you assume that there is some connection between you two.

“Anyway, I definitely only kept going back to him because he was hot and I was desperate. I mean who wouldn’t keep going back to a beauty like this?” You wrap up by showing San a picture you still had of Minho. “It’s a shame he turned out to be a psycho…” 

San closely examines the photo like he wants his face imprinted in his mind. He chuckles and mumbles “Not as pretty as me though.”

“What was that?” You ask. You heard what he said, you just wanted to hear it again.

“Nothing,” San responds. “Anyway, it’s getting late and you are in no position to drive home. Do you want me to call a cab?”

“It’s fine. I walked here and I can walk back.” 

“Then, let me walk back with you!”

You let San walk you back to your home. The two of you are about to part ways on your porch when San suddenly says “Do you maybe want to hang out again sometime? Maybe we can go somewhere that doesn’t involve flowers.”

You pause, shocked at the sudden proposition. “S-sure I would love that!”

“Great!” San pulls out a notepad and pen from his pocket and starts writing something down. He then tears the paper off, folds it, and hands it to you.

“Here’s my cell number. Text me when you’re available!” 

“Well, guess I’ll be seeing you again soon!” You smile. 

You unlock your door and head inside and you see San start walking back toward the direction of his shop. As you close the door you giggle to yourself feeling like you just scored big time. You open the note and pull out your phone ready to save his number as you read it to yourself:

“3XX-5XX-8XXX! Text me soon dear ;)” it reads with a bunny doodle and some flowers surrounding it. 

~~~

Three days pass without San hearing from you. He worries a little bit that he was too forward, but also assumes that you’re hopefully just busy. He keeps himself distracted by interacting with the other customers in the store remembering he still has to make a living. 

About two hours before closing San decides to clean up around the shop and he hears the front bell jingle. 

“Oh hi! Welcome to the Little Shop!” San cheerfully says looking up toward the door. “Anything I can help you with today?”

“Oh, I’m just looking around for now.” A man with a soft voice says.

“Well let me know if you need any help! You can come find me at the register.” 

San finishes cleaning his area and walks back to the register. He also gets a clearer look at the man who is currently checking out the begonias. In his mind, San feels he looks familiar and he’s searching through his mind where he’s seen his face before. And then the dots start connecting and a lightbulb lights up in San’s mind.

“Oh. My. God. THAT’S Y/N’s ex!” San thinks to himself. Granted he was a little tipsy when he saw the pic of him, but San was sure that was Minho. He looked a little different from the photo, possibly because of his longer hair, but his facial features are an exact carbon copy. 

San wasn’t sure what to do. On one hand, he thinks he should leave him alone and let him shop like a normal customer. On the other hand…

“Audrey keeps pestering me about needing to be fed. And that plant’s not gonna last on my blood much longer. It’s not like I would be killing an innocent person either. He seemed like he caused so much pain in Y/N’s life, despite her hiding it through her jokes. And I can do it discreetly now that I’ve waited long enough to drive out suspicion…” 

“Hey! Flower boy I need some help!” Minho calls out to San.

Snapping out of his thoughts San quickly walks over to Minho, holding two flower pot samples. 

“Which one would be the better option for my girlfriend? It’s our anniversary and I want to get something special.” Minho asks. 

“Well I’m not familiar with your girlfriend’s preferences, but for an anniversary, I would recommend the lilies. They’re in season and will look stunning bundled in a bouquet.” San responds. 

Minho contemplates San’s suggestion and nods in agreement. 

“Alright! Then I’ll take two bouquets! One all black and one all pink.”

“Great! Follow me to the register and I’ll ring you up and get some more information!” San responds, putting on his best customer service voice. 

San leads Minho to the register and starts ringing him up while taking down other important information.

“So I will need time to prepare the arrangement which should take about 1-2 days. I will contact you by phone when the flowers are ready. Would you like to add a personalized note with the bouquet?” San says to Minho.

“Actually yes,” Minho responds clearing his throat. San prepares to write down the message in his notes.

“Awesome! What would you like the note to say?”

“To my kitten… Fate may often separate us, but it will always align for us to be together. Love you dearly my darling Y/N, waiting for fate to bring you back soon.” 

San stopped his writing as soon as he heard your name. Now he can confirm, this dude is psychotic. He also now knows that he’s been lying the entire time. According to your tipsy rant last night, you’re not his girlfriend, at least not anymore. 

“This man is beyond insane he’s delusional… just what is he planning?” San thinks to himself. 

He pretends to write down the part that he missed after your name and seemingly reads it over to himself. 

“Huh… interesting note for an anniversary bouquet. Is your girlfriend traveling right now?” San asks.

“Not really. But um, we haven’t seen each other in a while, and last time we talked she said she wanted to “take a break.” I hope to make up with her on our technical anniversary with these lovely flowers.” Minho responds. 

San pauses to think to himself again. 

“I was hoping this guy had changed and gotten over Y/N but seems like that’s not the case. I can’t let him get close to Y/N. Who knows what he’ll do if I let him go…” 

San returns to reality with Minho.

“Well, if that’s the case… might I recommend one more flower to add to the arrangement?” San says.

“Hmm, depends on what it is,” Minho responds.

San walks across the store to a cabinet. He opens the cabinet that is filled with fresh poppy flowers. He takes one of the yellow ones and walks back over to Minho, holding the flower between the two of them but holding it closer to Minho.

“These are a rare breed of California poppies. I think this would show how much you value and care for your girlfriend. Also, they smell nice and can lift the room's mood. Go on, take a sniff and see for yourself…” San explains. 

Minho gets a good whiff of the flowers and lets out a pleasant sigh.

“Wow… they smell delicious. You know they remind me of—” Minho starts, but cuts himself off as he passes out on the ground in front of San. 

San puts the plant down on the cashier counter and quickly walks to the door, adjusting the front sign from “Open” to “Closed.” He quickly walks back to Minho’s unconscious body and leans over to pick up his legs.

“Oh, one more thing I should’ve mentioned… poppy scents are so intoxicating, they can also be used to render one unconscious. So don’t sniff them for too long.” San says to Minho almost mockingly. “Oops! Guess I should’ve said something sooner.” 

San hums to himself as he drags Minho’s body across the shop floor into the forbidden room where he keeps the now larger plant. He unlocks the door and the plants sprouts up hearing San enter.

“Guess what Audrey? Looks like you’ll be eating a real meal tonight!” San says in his usual happy upbeat tone. He’s also happy that he won’t have to use his blood for the next few days.

“About time flower boy! I’m dying here!” Audrey says in response.

“Yeah, I know. It’s all I’ve been hearing from you for the past few days. ‘Oh I need some food’ ‘Some real human food’ ‘Get me some human food…don’t you love me boy?’ I’m sick of the whining so hopefully this shuts you up.”

“It would if you quit your yapping and gave me the damn food.”

San pulls Minho closer to Audrey and takes a step back.

“He’s all yours!” San says smiling. 

Audrey uses one of its vines to wrap Minho up. The plant brings Minho closer to its mouth getting a taste of the savory meal to come. Minho however, slowly starts to wake up and notices what is going on, and begins to let out a scream. But Audrey uses a smaller vine to cover his mouth. San walks over closer to Minho and leans in toward him.

“Shhh. Not too loud. The lovely baker next door will get suspicious.” San softly says with a sly smile.

Minho angrily mumbles something, but San couldn't care less what he has to say now.

“Well, let’s say I heard a thing or two about you, and now… this is your karma.”

Minho says another muffled line.

“Don’t worry I’ll be sure to deliver the flowers personally to Y/N. On the house!” San says in response. 

Minho struggles to get loose and tries to call out for help. However, San steps backward as the large plant throws Minho into its mouth taking a big chomp. Some blood splatters as Audrey bites down and San closes his eyes as some of the blood accidentally sprays on him and his clothes. 

“I always forget this happens sometimes…” San mutters to himself a little annoyed. 

San walks over to a corner and gets a mop and a towel to start cleaning up Audrey’s mess. As he’s cleaning he feels a buzzing in his pocket and takes out his phone to see what’s going on. He smiles when he sees it’s a message from you. 

“I guess we’re both having good days Audrey. Seems like I got that date with Y/N!”

~~~

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𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 | kaiser x reader

— part twelve

plot: kaiser comforted you after a bad and slow breakup, but what will happen now considering what you two shared? is everything still unexpected or is there something you both simply have yet to realize?. fluff shit 'cause yeah!!

words: 3.2k (3203)

extra: it will probably become a multi part story, tell me if you're interested in a part thirteen!

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!. you can find the other parts of the story by searching in the section dedicated to bllk

If revenge took so much time, you weren't sure you wanted to take revenge against Gabriel and possibly Ursula. You had been spending all your time calculating your ex's steps in great detail for a month now, trying to find the tip of the iceberg that hid a world of mistakes underneath; but you couldn't find this tip, and you were starting to lose hope. You knew for a fact that Gabriel had a lot of secrets that the more hidden the worse they were, but you couldn't figure out where to start to unmask these secrets of his. You can't help but admit that he's a smart person, and he's definitely trying to use this potential to hide all his mistakes

After that night, Kaiser had decided to take his vacation early to enjoy some time with you, and in his humble opinion you yourself needed your boyfriend to work better and send Gabriel to hell. It was Kaiser's cute way of saying he wanted to be around you, you knew, but it made you laugh to imagine him as if he were at home planning some sort of murder with his soccer ball. Besides, since you had that hysterical crying fit, you had never found yourself without breakfast ready in the morning and someone to take you to and from work. Some paparazzi had intercepted Michael in the car, but so far you were not in any other current scandal. If they had started something you would have simply shut everyone, the media and the entire world, with yet another excuse

You pick up the phone, retrieving it after hours in the hands of the stylists, who have used your body for at least four consecutive hours with the clothes of the next fashion show. Today in the agency there are few models, you and a few others scattered throughout the entire building; Ursula should be in her office and there is no trace of Gabriel since this morning. It's a pretty boring day, the next show is still far away and many prefer to stay home and come in the afternoon, if they have to. You could have stayed in the arms of your beloved boyfriend in your soft and warm bed, but if you really want to find out something about Gabriel you have to be around all the time

And if that means wasting hours you could spend with Kaiser, you'll do it for now. You sighs, checking messages you've received

mihya ♡

— Return home at least for lunch is not an idea, right? — 12:08

— I take that as a no, schatz — 13:10

you — I was busy, sorry love — 13:20

— I had guessed it. But for dinner I want to order from that french food shop that disgusts you, so be ready — 13:21

you — Obviously I'll eat before I return home, disgusting boyfriend — 13:21

— You are hurting me badly. You might not find your favorite socks when you get home — 13:22

you — MICHEAL KAISER TOUCH THOSE SOCKS AND I SWEAR TO GO BACK TO ITALY, I SWEAR — 13:23

— You're always so sweet, schatz. Any news on your evil plan of destruction? — 13:23

you — None other than I'm thinking of giving up. That bastard seems to have everything hidden so perfectly, my god. I thought I had learned to read he at least a little after years, but apparently not. I'm thinking of just making up something far away that he might have done and making it the news of the century. It looks cool — 13:25

— You could say he cheated on you, manipulated you, maybe even slapped you once, and you wouldn't even be lying — 13:26

you — I don't know whether to be amused by the fact that you're absolutely right or to feel stupid for letting him act like that — 13:27

— The one that make you feel better, or the one that make you come home to me now — 13:27

you — Mihya :(( — 13:28

— Shall I pick you up then? — 13:29

As you are about to write 'yes' to Kaiser you notice someone passing by you, proceeding towards his destination with a certain hurry. You look up, noticing that that someone is Gabriel, who strangely did not bother you as he usually does. His face is a bit worried, and his pace is hurried as he begins to climb the steps that lead directly to Ursula's office. He has a folder in his hand, from witch a sheet of paper accidentally slips out, ending up on the steps

You put your phone in your pocket, making a mental note to answer your boyfriend. You walk a few meters away from Gabriel, who disappears from your life as soon as he passes the highest staircase. You run to the place where the paper fell, pick it up and sit for a moment on a nearby step, taking a long sigh. The last time you had to deal with secret papers you almost risked ending your friendship with Kaiser, but in the end the result is having him as a boyfriend. Will it bring you luck this time or not? You ask yourself this because, deep down, you know that this paper is important, maybe really important. You yake a little preparatory sigh as you begin to observe

The sheet is presented with simple data about the models and their paychecks. For some more information are written, such as their age and how long they have been working for the agency, but reading it you cannot find your name. You reread the paper several times, but you can't find yours. Why, even though you work here, you are not on the list of models?. You search for the name of some model you are more or less friends with, and at the bottom of the description of one you find a somewhat strange sentence

"Alleged friend of X. Seen with her more than a few times, probably they have an informal relationship. Seems to know about X's situation, possible collaborator. She might ask for a raise, a higher position at the next fashion show, or a transfer to another agency"

You reread the sentence several times, not fully understanding it. What should she be a collaborator for?. Also, she's a model who's been in the agency for a short time, and you're the only one she has any sort of relationship with. You'd like to avoid thinking about it, but you think X is a code name they gave you, for who knows what reason. You turn the sheet over, and in the white part you find a small erased note, still half legible

"She simply asked for a pay rise and more vacation days during the christmas period. She will provide information via messages during the day. X should have told her about deleted and maybe some details about her old deleted"

The girl in question then spoke, but on what topic? If it's really you X, you've never told this girl anything personal, except some old stories from when you were in other agencies, but those have nothing really important. Did she lie?. You get up from the step, walking towards Ursula's office with a cautious step, hoping not to find anyone on your way. Arriving in front of the door you look from inside the crack to see if there is anyone, but you are surprised to see absolutely no one and to find the door open, which is strange considering that Ursula is very reserved. You inadvertently find yourself opening the door, being careful not to let anyone nearby see you. You look in the office, but while you are looking on her desk you hear voices, two that you recognize well, talking; you think they are coming from the corridor, but when you check you don't find anyone. You go back into the office, and noticing the door of the personal bathroom slightly open you are convinced that the voices are coming from there. Cautiously you hide behind the wall that separates the bathroom from the office, trying to figure out why they are in the bathroom and why they are Gabriel and Ursula in question. Maybe you have seriously found the last thing you needed to unmask Gabriel, or at least you hope

"So?"

"You saw the papers I gave you, right? She has few relationships here, with the other models. The only one who agreed to talk said she'll call me tonight or send me messages, but I don't know why I can't find the paper where I wrote it... maybe it stayed at my house. I don't really care, I just need to know that I'll finally have some material in my hands"

"And will it be enough?"

"I suppose so, after all the media doesn't take much to ruin a person, and she's not in such a good situation already. Give me a week and you'll get what you want too"

"I've been waiting for two years, Gabriel. I'm fed up, if it doesn't work this time I'll do it my way, and you know my methods aren't exactly legal"

"Trust me, you'll get what you want and I'll get what I need. I just need to get those messages tonight and by tomorrow you can already say you're her"

"Now I really like the way you talk"

"Maybe you already love me but you don't want to admit it"

"Let's go step by step, I'll think about that later"

"Do as you wish, darling. Just think that from tomorrow Y/n will no longer be her but you will be her. The dream you have been living for will finally come true, and that slut will end up in some forgotten place. No longer the stylist, but now the model, my dear Ursula"

You are petrified, hearing their words. Even without knowing the situation, you already know that those two are doing everything they can to get you down once and for all, probably using something much more powerful than scandal.

"No longer the stylist, but now the model. And you, dear Gabriel, no longer the founder, but the general boss"

You pick up your phone, going to Kaiser chat to start a voice message. You need to record, you know you need to if you want to get out clean off this situation. You're ignoring the tremors that are plaguing you, because now you really need to concentrate, it's for your final win

"Anyway, I really don't believe it took two whole years to get to this point. On the one hand, I'm also sorry I treated her like that, it wasn't that bad... she's nice, more or less. But if treating her this way means I get where I want to go I don't care, or maybe I never really cared about her"

"Two years because, I don't know how, she withstood the scandal. I suspected she would swallow it completely, but evidently she still has some tricks up her sleeve. Then I can't imagine what's going on between her and her fucking best friend, the famous soccer player I mean, Kaiser Micheal. Will they fuck?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. I honestly don't know if she hasn't let anyone else touch her after me yet"

Oh well Gabriel, you have pretty high hopes. You and Kaiser had fucked a few hours after you broke up, let's say you hadn't wasted any time

"You're just a junkie, Gabriel. You ruined that poor girl for your own interests!"

"Are you speaking, Ursula? Destroying someone who has never done anything to you is not exactly good behavior, dear. Being obsessed with the idea of Y/n just because she is actually a successful model, something you couldn't become, is a bit of bad behavior... you even went so far as to ask her beloved boyfriend for help"

"And you destroyed her to become the boss of the TraumLaufsteg, silly"

You've had enough, you get up and leave the office in a hurry, running as fast as you can towards your dressing room. Everything is so damn clear to you, finally something has formed with a logical thread, and damn, this time you even have the proof. You don't know how for two years you didn't notice anything, but finally everything is clearer to you; you won, really won. You arrive in your dressing room, closing the door behind you as you rush to the couch, once again taking up the chat with Kaiser where your most precious evidence rests. You sigh deeply, listening to the audio of less than 5 minutes, where Gabriel basically unmasks himself together with Ursula. You notice that Micheal has viewed the message, and because of the emotion you can't even write, so you opt for a voice message

"Mihya... we'll talk about it at home. But trust me, trust me, this time I've really won, this time I can make him look like a monster, this time I can seriously-" you say excitedly, but you turn when you hear footsteps in the hallway that you would recognize anywhere. The door to the room opens, and the smiling figure of Gabriel makes your blood run cold "Am I disturbing you?" he say "What the fuck are you doing here?" you say, getting up from the couch, and he shrugs "Nothing big. I just think you listened to too much" he says, as if he hadn't just dropped a bomb. He saw you, you don't know how, but he saw you. But this time it won't be a problem to be there, this time you decided that he won't hurt you "I heard, oh yes I heard, you piece of shit" you say taking a few steps forward "How good, my sweet Y/n. She still knows how to spy and listen" he say giving a small laugh, but grabbing your chin "So, what would you like to do? Who would believe the naive girl who everyone believes betrayed the genius of Italian fashion? Do you really think your opinion counts so much compared to mine?" he asks, mixing seriousness with a hint of sarcasm. You don't look down, but you suddenly have a little plan in mind, if everything is happening as you think "Gabriel... god, I hadn't thought of that. You're not entirely wrong" you say, faking a surprised and sorry tone, while you lower your gaze, as if you want to make him feel superior. He raises an eyebrow, smirking when he sees you so defeated, so naive and innocent "You see? You know it too"

Showing yourself weak might help the plan you just came up with. You hate to do it right now when you were showing yourself strong, but if the outcome is what you imagine, you have to do it

"And this time you want to send me down too. How did I not notice that..." you say mortified, and he seems to be convinced "You're so stupid, you don't act so strong when Kaiser's not around, right? Look, I guess you guys fuck, or maybe I don't even know, but I don't care. This time he's not around" he says smiling "And you are the umpteenth brainless and alone with a badly used potential. You could have remained silent in your place and lived at least another year without me having done anything to you, we would still be a couple and only then would I have spoken against you. And yet no, you acted like a bitch and unleashed a huge mess, coming here in Germany"

Gabriel continues, caressing your face "It was never my intention to hurt you, sweetie. The first year was beautiful between us, remember? We lived well in Milan and you paraded like a professional model, even though you had never been in the industry that much... good times. But then you found out about my first cheat, but you didn't leave, silly girl, because you loved me so much. And so, while you were growing in fame, I suddenly became 'Y/n's boyfriend' and no longer the fucking founder of the biggest Italian modeling agency of the moment, and it bothered me darling, it bothered me so fucking much, because I fucking created you. And so while I was looking for some German stylist to open a fashion agency in Germany I met Ursula, who coincidentally was so obsessed with you. She who has always walked the catwalk never got your fame, and she got fed up with creating clothes but not wearing them, and she wants to be you so much, amore mio. So while she became the boss of the TraumLaufsteg, keeping my identity a secret, I continued to cheat on you, and you always noticed everything, baby. The goal was to push you down as much as possible, I would become the official boss of the TraumLaufsteg, which I would later merge with my Italian agency, since Ursula would finally become a model and could give me the role. Because I depend on you, but you depend on me, slut. And if that meant making you the shittiest person in the world, painting you as a traitor, I would have done it. And I did, because I knew you would go down and I could finally take over as the boss of the TraumLaufsteg. And yet you got back up even after the scandal, and I don't know how"

Finally, everything is clearer to you. Gabriel's words come out like a raging river, and you don't know if you're still looking sad, because inside you're dying of happiness. You knew it was shit, you knew it damn well, and he admitted it. You loved a piece of shit that has now exposed itself, without him knowing it. You had been stupid, so damn stupid to let everything slide, but you finally had everything in your hands

"So you admit that you cheated on me...?" you ask sounding desperate, and he nods happily "More than you can imagine. You're gorgeous, I can't lie, but you're more type for a long term relationship, and in the fashion world relationships between people last as long as a fashion show. I've probably been with seven or eight different women... maybe a few more" he says thinking about it "And you painted me in front of the media as a monster" you say, returning to the main topic. He shrugs, sighing, "Give the media what they want, right? No one would ever imagine you would cheat on me, but remember, my opinion carries some weight. I've made up so much bullshit about you that I can't even remember anymore, but look where you are now... you're about to sink. And I love this thing"

You sigh, falling dramatically to the floor as you cover your face "I can’t believe this…" you say, but you’re hiding a laugh. It’s all working out, it’s all worked out, you’ve got it all. Gabriel chuckles softly, giving your hair a light caress before leaving the room "Sorry again, sweetie. Don’t make me feel too bad, good fall into hell"

He leaves, the room is finally empty and silent again. You stand up, moving towards the couch where the phone is still open, and the audio in Kaiser's chat is still recording, and Michael's online

You won. You fucking won

tag(s): @rroxii ; @kittenish0 ; @bungoustraydogsno1fan ; @sabrina-senpai ; @vannilaa16 ; @kaz-0e (if you want to be tagged tell me!)

[peanutbutterandbananasandwichs]

what are some of ur random/casual sam hcs

Eee yuss love to think about this :)

Sam eventually ends up self-diagnosing as autistic after school flags up that they think DJ might be autistic and they end up getting him assessed and diagnosed. Sam does a ton of reading because he wants to do his best to help DJ and asks him what would help too. And one day DJ is just like "you know it tends to run in families dad?" and just kinda gestures at Sam's meticulously organised bookshelves and plate of the same food he's eaten every day for the last week and Sam is like "Oh!". He decides he doesn't really feel the need to get a formal diagnosis but it does help him feel closer to DJ and like he understands himself a little better and occasionally cut himself a little more slack for things he struggles with.

Sam's magic phase when he was a kid lasted two whole years and started with a tattered old magic tricks book he found in a second-hand shop he and Dean visited one afternoon when John was out of town. John came home and Dean was immediately like "dad its not my fault!" when Sam had a whole table set up with tricks he'd learnt ready to show John, but John couldn't even be annoyed because it was actually kinda cute. (Took about two weeks before that wore off and he was on Sam's case for practising his tricks instead of his shooting skills.)

Sam and Jess read The Lord of the Rings together, they would alternative reading a chapter each out loud each night. Jess went full ham with the voices.

Sam only started sleeping mostly on his stomach after Jess died.

His second favourite sandwich (after peanut butter and banana obviously) is a veggie BLT.

Sam hates wearing socks and takes them off literally the first opportunity he gets (sensory issues).

Soulless Sam experiences an even greater level of sensory awareness than Sam did previously, but he finds everything much more tolerable despite that because none of it bothers him.

When Sam was a kid (until about say 10 or 11), he used to collect library reading scheme cards (do they have those in the States idk?) from every library they visited in the hopes that they might come back and he’d eventually be able to complete one!

Jody looked after Sam for a few days after he showed up at her doorstep when he was looking for Dean between S9/10 - it was just after he'd injured his shoulder and she insisted he stay and heal up a bit (wrote a long version of this here).

In the weeks after A Very Supernatural Christmas, after Sam has found out about monsters he becomes stuck to Dean like glue. He grips onto his hand extra tight as they walk to school in the morning, he insists they sleep in the same bed at night, even if there are two beds there (and he always, always checks very thoroughly under the bed before they are allowed to go to sleep). John and Dean both assume of course that he’s freaked out about the monsters and worried that they are going to get him. One night when they are left in the motel room together on their own, and Sam is being particularly clingy, Dean get’s fed up and tries to storm out, telling Sam to leave him alone for 5 minutes. It’s then that Sam jumps up and blurts out “but then I can’t protect you from the monsters”.

I'll stop there or I'll never stop

[sivyera]

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dom!ron weasley x sub!reader

summary: ron gets jealous and decides to finds out how good his enemy feels, his enemy who'd dating his big brother...

warnings: guys i reall wasn't holding back, just so you know. mean and dom ron and flirty/cocky fred, hateful sex, cheating (reader cheats on fred) cockwarming, chocking, reader is called slut and whore, reader is from slytherin, spanking, ass fingering,...

a/n: i'm thinking part 2 where ypu have a threesome, as an apology to my fred girlies who cheated on fred rn😭 forgive me my babies💗

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Ron would have never thought that he'll ever see his enemy so often, but after you, the slytherin princess, started dating his big brother, Fred, you were basically living with him! He saw you every morning, every afternoon, every night at HIS house! He thought he would enjoy his holiday but obviously he was very wrong. You and Fred actually clicked pretty quickly which was surprising since gryffindors and slytherins hated each other. Surprisingly you clicked with every other Weasley, except Ron...

But this night was different, Ron was pissed twice as much as normally because of whatever reason, but when he saw you sitting on Fred's lap on the couch with a blanket covering both of your laps, he knew something was off because you were surprisingly quiet when he entered the room. Whenever he entered the room, he heard some mean comment from you like "if brains were galleons, you’d still be too poor to buy a butterbeer" or "you’re like a broken broomstick—completely useless and destined to crash" but this night? this night it was quiet.

When his eyes fell on you, he saw how your face was buried in Fred's neck, your arms around his neck too, Fred's arms tightly around you while he kept talking to his twin brother, George. To everyone else it seemed like you were just resting, cuddling with your boyfriend while being very tired... but Ron hated you so much that he actually knew you better than anyone. He spent so much time looking at you, talking to you, insulting you, etc that he immediately noticed the small scrunch of your brows and how your hips just slightly shifted... But he needed some time to thought about it. This was until his eyes fell on Fred- he immediately smirked at his little brother, made porn-li face and buckled his hips up which coasted you to grip tight on his t-shirt.

It was like a little war between them, they communicated with their eyes. Fred was like "yea i'm having my cock buried deep inside my little girls pretty, tight, warm pussy and it feels fucking good, jealous much?" while Ron was more like "are you fucking serious?! right next to George? with our parents in the kitchen?!"

The thought and look of his brother cock-warming you was enough to make him shiver but when you lightly lift your head and looked at Ron through your half-opened needy eyes... his cock throbbed in his pants. It literally cried for attention, your attention.

But he just rolled his eyes as Fred and walked to the kitchen with his hand inconspicuously grabbing and adjusting his cock through his pants.

Around 2 am while everybody was sleeping, Ron was still in his room wide awake, with his cock twitching and throbbing and pre-cum leaking, thinking about the look you gave him. The more he imagined it in his head, the more his hips were buckling up against nothing. He imagined you down on your knees, right under him, the tip of his cock slowly tracing our pretty pink lips- or you bended over his knee while he would spank your pretty bubbly ass for being such a bitch to him- or your legs spread over his shoulders while he was fucking you so deep that you whined like a little bitch in heat...

The thought of you submitting to him, him having the control over you, giving you the payback you deserved after all these years of your mean but smart comments. Just the thought was enough to get him going.

Within seconds he (quietly) stormed into Fred's room, you of course so peacefully lying on the bed with him, one leg over the blanket which showed your pretty panties- that soft lace and little bow, that wine color hugging your hips so nicely...

He harshly grabbed your hand and pressed his palm over your mouth. Your wide, shocked eyes made his cock painfully hard and he couldn't take it anymore, he NEEDED you like immediately!

He pulled you out of the bed, making you stumble as he dragged you to his own room. You were so obedient, you maybe had sharp tongue but he always knew what a pussy you actually were. Your eyes were always submissive and... eyes don't lie.

He locked the door of his room so you can't escape him, pushed you on the bed and harshly grabbed your neck. His thumb softly pressed against your pulse point and he could actually feels how excited you were, What a slut.

"Fucking my brother in front of me? Fucking my brother on the sofa? You're such a fucking slut" He spitted while his eyes wondered up and down your body.

Your perky little tits pressing against his brother's shirt, your little panties already soaking wet, your legs naturally spreading for him so he could press his hard cock against you and finally get some relief he so desperately needed. When he saw you so spread and wet under him, with those fucking eyes looking at him- he wanted to destroy you, he wanted to destroy the prettiest little thing her ever saw which was you and your little needy cunt.

"Look at you.. you're dating my brother but your panties are soaking wet. Whore." He said harshly while his hips pressed against your warm, pulsing core. His thumb surprisingly softly caressed your lower lip where he put little pressure. "Open"

You were too stunned to speak but... you liked it, no you fucking loved it. Without really hesitating your lips slowly parted open. "Open up more and stick your tongue out, precious" He said firmly with his fingers lightly tightening around your neck.

When he saw your pretty cherry lips, your tongue and warm mouth opened just for him, his cock twitched and he knew he won't be able to hold back for much longer. He smirked and whispered something under his breath, probably what a slut you are, he seemed to like calling you like that, after you were his enemy, he hated your guts... right. He leaned closer while gathering his saliva in his mouth. He harshly lifted your head from his soft sheets and spitted into your mouth. He watched how the saliva slowly flowed down your tongue to your throat, making a warm spread in his belly.

"Now be a good girl and swallow." He said with a proud smirk spreading over his lips. You swallowed and it was actually his last straw.

He pulled you by your neck up to sit on the edge of his bed before he grabbed Fred's shirt and took it of. "I never wanna see that on your body again or I'm gonna tell Fred what a pretty bityh you're, understood?" Ron said firmly while he tossed Fred's shirt as far away as he could. When he saw you how you nodded your head, he scoffed and shook his own.

"No no no doll, I need to hear it, you have to speak" He said, almost like a warning because his eyes seemed dangerously serious.

"Yes, I understand..." You whispered softly while looking up at him with the sweetest eyes. He groaned when he saw the look in your eyes and his hips slowly rubbed against you.

"Yes who?" He asked, once again it was almost like a warning to not to disobedient him or it's gonna be bad. You almost felt stupid, you were always such a good girl but now you were forgetting the most basic rules... you felt ashamed, even more because the man who was about to fuck you, the man who held so much power over you all the fucking time was Ron Weasley. Ron wasn't just Harry Potter's sidekick, he was actually star in Hogwarts quadditch, just like Cedric. Also he changed through the years, from such cute ginger scared boy to the tall, strong, intimidating guy. You can't disobey him...

"Yes sir.." You said softly but also firmly and loud enough so he heard you crystal clear, so you don't disappoint him. He caught that and gave you a little stroke on your cheek with his thumb. "See? you can be a good girl... but you're still a fucking whore for cheating on your boyfriend." He replied while his big warm palms pushed you on the bed again. the impact making your little tits bounce a bit.

His palms moved over your deep collarbones to the soft flesh. Your lips let out the sweetest whimper which almost made him cream his pants.

Ron growled before grabbing your hips and turning you on your belly. "Head down, ass up, arms in front of you" He said on low tone as he helped you on your knees, stretching your arms above your head, pressing your face down to his sheets, arching your back, lifting your ass with his palms all over you.

His knee pushed your legs apart, his hard cock pressed onto your ass when he leaned down and very firmly said. "You're mine now, whenever I tell you- you came and do your fucking job. You're just a sex toy, just a slut so whenever I want, I'll use you and you'll listen. If not-..."

"I'll listen!! I'll listen, I promise... I'm a good girl, I know I'm a slut but-.. but I'm a good girl too!" You cut him off in mid-sentence because you were so so eager to prove him that you're a good girl...

He was so proud at you. Warm, deep chuckled escaped his throat when his hand softly patted your hip. "Yea.. good, that's good. Keep acting like this and I'll maybe stop calling you a slut." He mumbled while his eyes were glued to your spread cunt and ass that were still covered with your panties. There were already so wet just for him. His thumb softly brushed along your cunt.

Your whimpers and moans were the death of him. His eyes darkened before he grabbed your panties and ripped them apart. He watched your needy cunt, clenching around nothing- you needed him so bad, he couldn't wait anymore. Obviously he did this only because you were like a bitch in heat, you needed him. His palm harshly slapped your pretty smooth flesh, making a loud sound which made you yelp and it send a shiver down your spine. It was the adrenaline you had with Fred when he cock-warmed you in the middle of the living room, the adrenaline of getting caught...

He cursed under his breath while he pulled down his boxers. His cock was so big and so hard, leaked with pre-cum, throbbing and twitching every minute at the sight of your little cunt. He stroked himself few times before he softly traced the folds of your cunt with his leaking tip. You whimpered and lightly moved your ass back, towards his cock but Ron only chuckled and grabbed your ass to stop you.

"No, don't be greedy. You need to realize that sluts don't get what they want, good girls yes but sluts needs to wait." He growled when his palm slapped your ass even harder than before. It wasn't a punishment, it was a warning. You quickly nodded your head. "I'm sorry, I'l- I'll be good..." You whimpered while your buried your nose into his sheets, breathing in his scent, the scent of orange candles, christmas cookies, freshly mown grass, new parchment and spearmint.

He continued tracing your entrance with his cock while he watched you smelling his sheet. Made him feel good, something warm spread through his strong chest... But he couldn't take it anymore.

Without a warning he buried his big cock deep into your cunt, making you moan loudly. He gave you just few seconds to adjust yourself to him before he grabbed your hips so harshly, that he knew you'll have bruises tomorrow, and started pushing his cock deep deep down, hitting the sweet spot.

He watched how you spread on his cock- your brows knitted, your mouth opened while with every push he made you moan. You were perfect slut, moaning mess, only for him, not even his brother could make you feel this good, you never moaned so badly with Fred and Ron knew because he sometimes listened when Fred fucked you. You were made for him, you were made for Ron and Ron only, and he'd mark you no matter if Fred sees it or not.

His hand slapped your ass for the third time even harshly than the two times before, making a red mark of his hand on your pretty soft ass. The more he stared at your ass, at the forming bruises on your ass and hips- the more he felt the need to slap you again just so he can mark your whole body.

You were beautiful, such a nice little thing.. so he had the urge, primal need to destroy something so beautiful.

You could feel how your ass was on fire, this stinging pain was spreading from your hips down making your legs shake, but it was the best feeling. It made you clench your warm tight, walls around his big cock. He filled you up nicely.

But while you were focusing on the pain, Ron had his eyes on your ass and before thinking twice, he moved his thumb and lightly traced your butt whole, making your eyes open wide and spread a scared shiver through your whole body. It was unexpected but not unwelcomed, your both holes being filled up by him was making you clench hard around him. And he felt it.

"Tsk, you want that yea? Disgusting slut- fuck." He said before he pushed his thumb inside of your butt hole, all the way up to his joint.

It was too much on you, you turned out into a whiny, pathetic, moaning mess. Your mouth opened, moans spilling out just like a but of saliva, you were drooling. You were just literally filled so your body was slowly giving up. You and even Ron knew that you'll be done soon.. and that you'll have troubles walking tomorrow.

Ron speed up his pace and growled when he could feel him reaching his own edge. He hit the sweet spot few more times before you felt the knot in your belly releasing into the sweetest pleasure that spread all over your body.

You let your orgasm completely take over your mind and body while Ron was smirking at you way how you spread over his cock.

Before he could cum into you, he pulled out and squirted all his cum all over your back and ass. When he was slowly calming down, he fell right next to you, his chest quickly lifting up and down. He turned himself at you, looking at your used body and fucked out face that made you look just like a porn star, his porn star.

He slightly softened and reached over, his thumb softly caressing your cheek, you were actually the most beautiful little thing.

"Good girl..." He whispered softly, proudly. he was proud at you, he called you a good girl- it made you so incredibly happy. You smiled at him, warm innocent smile on that pretty pink lips just because he used two words. It was... cute. You reached over and hugged him, well you just let your tired body lay on top of him, your lips kissing his cheek.

This made him see you in totally different light and he... he kinda liked this.. cute you.

[vaciena]

Very happy right now

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2023. VILLAINS by V. E. Schwab.

Time for a NaNo Prep Reread! I love Victor and this vicious little family with my whole chest. This'll be my second time rereading VICIOUS, but only my first time rereading VENGEFUL.

[housedyke]

Lads I'm reaching that point of house-sitting where I'm over it and there's still half a week left

[wayfinderships]

Good evening gamers!!! Seems like I missed promo hour which is a shame😔 I shall try to partake in it next time!

[kirby-the-gorb]

[raekiez]

Snake and Otacon in my post mgs4 hcs/au :)

[therealvalkyrie]

bath + asparagus time

[skitskatdacat63]

Hmm might be able to post Malaysia 2009 by tmr morning. I always feel a bit cagey abt posting old stuff during a race weekend tho. Bcs everyone(including myself) is so focused on 2023, but then here I am like "hey did you guys want content from 14 years ago....?"

[stonedsoul]

everything is shit i feel like shit, hatred in my heart and soul

[aloftmelevar]

this day has been absolute ass

[queenerdloser]

me: oh i'll go to target today to get the last of my shopping done and pick up baking supplies!

me, really thinking about it as i get dressed: actually. what if i just went monday instead.

[duskerot]

weekends (well My weekend . my days off) can sometimes be quite beautiful because i can finally stay up late enough to where my brain lets me draw again YAYY