This 'life' thing is getting a little too serious.

Human being...I think. I love food. I write when I'm bored. Do feel free to comment. I wanna talk to people I'm in the same fandom with.

[derangedbuttercup]

BRUTAL:

"Vase"

SUMMARY: Dan & his home-made vase.

"Hmm~♪"

The static of the TV.

A hum.

The bright ray of light that passes through the window.

The blooming flowers outside.

The joyful man inside.

What a blessing for the senses.

"......."

Dan turned towards the TV, still playing a broken script. The bouquet of chamomiles and daisies at hand, grip almost losing.

"Hm...do I have to buy a new TV?"

He frowned.

"How much are they these days?" Plus, he has to make a few adjustments.

Too much trouble.

He shifted his attention from the TV to the flowers in his hands. He smiled faintly. How could he not? They were in full bloom, and decorated the area beautifully. It was a good idea to invest in decorations.

But....he stared at the weirdly shaped marble vases surrounding the room.

All the vases he bought were full. He picked too many flowers.

His frown returned.

"Is there a new stock at the nearest seller?"

Honestly, he doubts it. He bought their entire stock just recently, and the area is quite secluded like this convenient place of his.

He stared at the flowers once again. Gaze almost piercing. Attention fully in it, like a case study.

He blinked.

Ah....

How could he forget?

He can just make a DIY! Great idea!

He chuckled.

He turned around. Eyes meeting his earlier project.

Folded like a book. Bended all the way back. With his brown hair covered in grime. Eyes wide, turning into a sponge as the whites began to have holes.

A bit unsettling.

'But at least they can't say 'those' anymore.'

He nodded to himself as he formed that thought. He's glad that he didn't burn the body immediately.

"I just need the head."

[derangedbuttercup]

TOKYO ALIENS:

"Can't Sleep"

"I can't sleep."

"Try harder."

"Naaatsuuukiii~"

Ugh. He must be cursed.

"Why are you so mean?"

Natsuki can only rub the bridge of his nose as he listened to a man whine. With him still on the bed, trying to gain sleep, as he too—is sleep deprived. Just as he was succeeding...his phone rang.

And of course.....the one who does well in ruining the atmosphere...the cause of his neck pains...Amamiya Reiji—

"You should be nicer to me."

Is complaining and stating the same problem that Natsuki is currently suffering with.

"Being 'nice' to someone is for those who deserves it. You're not about to get it anytime soon if you keep disturbing me."

"We literally work together."

"We're not at the office right now."

He can hear a faint sigh on the other line. Natsuki can only hope that the man has finally given up on victimizing himself.

But...

"I'm still here though..?"

"......."

What?

"Reiji...."

"Hm?"

"What did you just say?"

He glanced at his digital clock at the bedside table.

2am

In all honesty, due to their line of work, this shouldn't be a surprise. In fact, working at night is a norm. But Amamiya has been on it with the late nights of going through papers and going on missions afterwards. In that man's case, it's a nearly 20 hours of just work. He specifically told the man to stop just for today.

He remembered him agreeing and letting out a defeated sigh, which he took as a good sign. Apparently, his manipulation tactics are getting even better; him keeping secrets are getting worse.

"You're still at the office?"

"Hm~♪ I don't know. Am I?"

"Reiji."

"Fine...I'll go home. But, can I sleep at your place next time?"

The first thing that popped into Natsuki's head was the question 'why?'; indeed, why?

But he didn't voice it out. Instead, he aggressively and defeatedly agreed without a bite. The tone masking his worry.

Natsuki doubts that he will get that sleep anytime soon. Well, at least he's not alone.

[derangedbuttercup]

BLUE LOCK:

"Talk that Talk" (Fic Prompt)

"Screw Spain."

A nearly breathless curse left Alexis's mouth. So faint it sounds like a gasp for air. It was his first day of vacation in this country. On the first day, he already has so many questions. Seems normal, isn't it? Why the breathless curse, then?

His gaze fell on the sandy ground. The heat melts him like ice cream. His sweat isn't doing him any good either. He is..in fact in a bad mood.

As he sits on that sandy ground with no other option but to stand and drain more of his energy, Alexis dreads his current situation.

First day of his vacation in Spain, he is sitting and sweating on the ground.

First day of his vacation in Spain, his white button down is full of dust.

First day of his vacation in Spain, his phone is gone—

"........"

First day of his vacation in Spain, he got kidnapped and woke up in the middle of nowhere.

[derangedbuttercup]

BRUTAL:

"Whatever You Call It" Pt.1

It was summer, when I met him.

"Thank you for buying! It's a bit hot today isn't it? A lot of students bought ice cream today~" As the woman handed his change, Dan didn't make any effort to make a small exchange of words. A sweat trailed down his forehead.

Annoyance.

He doesn't easily sweat. Apparently there is a limit. Lately, it has been testing his patience. As he bit the popsicle, he left the shop.

The heat was almost unbearable, but he pushed through to go to his first afternoon class. The walk to school wasn't so far, but it felt like miles away during this weather.

He's not being dramatic when he sees kids crawling in this heat. He passed by them like ignoring a ghost filled with pleading. In the end, when he made it to the gate, the popsicle was long gone and his patience was on thin ice. Today was not his lucky day.

"Did you see that new kid from class 1C? What a weirdo."

"Stop it~ That word is too much credit. Did you see his hair? That little shit must be on drugs."

Boisterous laughters.

Seriously....

His eyes twitched.

'Of all the time. These kinds of people are blocking the gate?' His thoughts betrayed his calm expression. He is well aware of who these no good gossipers are. Infamous even. People who are no good to society.

But....in a way...

It's fascinating.

He gazed as they laughed and made jokes. All while uncaringly blocking the gate. Some students, unfortunately like Dan, are stuck waiting for the group to enter. Nobody wanted to be targeted.

He sighed.

'I have no time for this. I need to go.'

As he took the first step, a loud and panicked voice echoed.

"Behind you! Please! Move away!"