#coffeefairy

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on and ever on spilling

the truth from

the middle

sweeps my mind, on and ever on

away from

the middle

am i a fool for wanting

or a fool for not

the dream , the middle

Chapters: 9/31 Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage Relationships: Harry Kim/Tom Paris Characters: Harry Kim, Tom Paris Additional Tags: Fluff, Meet-Cute, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Love Confessions Summary:

My takes on the August Writers' Month prompts. Will feature different fandoms and ships, look at chapter titles to find what you're after.

“One day I went without coffee and I started to hallucinate I couldn't walk because I couldn’t see Tea didn’t substantiate. Five cups a day didn’t seem-- to be a such a very big deal. But then my habit was then deemed unhealthy and far from ideal... My head is splittin’. I feel weak. My temper is a short fuse. My headache’s so bad I cannot speak because a cup of coffee I refused. I was standing in my kitchen when the cupboard opened up and everything floated from within all the mugs and coffee cups! Dancing in a synchronized dance the Coffee Fairy came and slapped me for in the middle of my trance, I imagined what could never be! I held my head and sharply gasped. I said “Dear Lord I’m going mad!” The Fairies slap helped  to grasp I added “Boy! My withdrawal’s bad!” I looked down and saw I was holding a new bag of coffee beans I grabbed the top and started tearing It poured like a rough stream onto my head, I gargled them whole The room spun round and round However that day I reached my goal Though brief madness did abound The next morning I woke on my kitchen floor not craving coffee at all. So I walked to my neighbor’s house, just next door and knocked and lovingly squalled: “Pay up Juanita! We had a bet! One whole day without hot coffee! You didn’t think that I could it? Well I did! And now you owe me!” She opened the door, and looked me over She said “Then how do you explain this” and with an expression, amused, yet sober she pluck a coffee bean from the midst of the tussled mass of my tangled hair then she stepped back and closed her door I shrugged my shoulders and with no care I didn’t bother anymore. “Can you believe that” I said to my friend  none other than, a nodding, coffee fairy “And by the way, can you be so kind and lend your pal, a small sum of money?”