Start of a Love Story

A Love Story is Better With You: A New Beginning - One Shot Series #1

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One way to present on how your day was going was, hectic.

Hectic, because first, you had woken up 30 past seven, which meant you only had 30 minutes to get ready, hurry down four flights of stairs, hurry down the street to the local starbucks, grab your boss her usual morning order, and manage to find a taxi as fast as possible to make it to the firm at 8 o’clock.

Hurrying out your bathroom, with your toothbrush hanging out your mouth, trying to slip your shoes on, while trying to zip up the back of your dress. (xxx)

“Gosh girl, could you be any louder at” your roommate glanced over at her bed side clock with squinted eyes. “7:38 in the morning?” she groaned, pulling a pillow over her head. You groaned to yourself, rushing back to the bathroom, spitting your toothpaste into the sink and finished washing up. 

“Lucy, can you please help me zip up my dress? I’m already really late, and you know my boss. She’ll shred me to pieces if i’m late” you whimpered. 

She sighed, quickly getting up, losing her balance as she was suffering from a mild hangover from last nights birthday event that you decided not to join in on, but promised tonight, a Friday night where you didn’t have to worry about work the next morning, that you would join her out. 

“Alright go go go, before Ursula kills you at work” she smirked, handing you your bag and sending you off on your way.

You pressed the elevator button in your building to head down to the main floor but after two minutes of already waiting, you figured the time was ticking so you did your best to run down the stairs, in heels you had purchased not too long ago.

You let out a breath, you hadn’t realized you were holding when you reached the last step. Running out the front doors, you turned left and sped walk down the city streets as fast as you possibly could. Finally reaching the local starbucks just a block from your place, you were greeted with a long line. You stomped in place, quietly whining to yourself as you stepped in line, about 15 people in front of you.

You checked your watch on your wrist, 7:47. Thirteen minutes. You tapped your foot on the ground, your patience wearing thin when you heard a voice calling your name. You looked up to see your long time friend, Brett, at the coffee counter. 

“Take it, realized you weren’t here on time and figured you’d have the same order as always” he smiled. You let out a breath of relief, hugging him over the counter. 

“Oh my god, what would I do without you!” you panted, rummaging through your bag looking for your wallet. 

“No worries, it’s on the house today. Now go! Before you’re late for work, and Ursula eats you up!” he joked with a smirk. You nodded, quickly stuffing your wallet into your purse, not even bothering to zip it up as you grabbed the coffees and the two blueberry muffins your boss ate for breakfast and darted down the street.

You had been trying to get a taxi for a few moments, but none had stopped to let you hop in. You groaned to yourself, looking at your watch. 7:52. 

You whimpered to yourself looking left and right and decided your only option at this point, was to run. So you ran, as fast as you possibly could in your heels, dodging in and out of people’s ways. 

You were two blocks away from your firm, when there’s a massive crowd of people, huddled in one large circle in front of a hotel. You groan, trying to make your way around, but it’s impossible. There is screaming and chanting, but it’s all a blur to you because your main focus and priority is to get to work, on time and in a decent manner. You finally found a little gap to push yourself through when someone’s foot pops out of nowhere and the next thing you know, you’re falling to the pavement of the sidewalk, coffees and muffins flying out your hands as you landed, stomach first onto the pavement. 

There was a moment of silence, all around you, as you felt stares from every side of you.

You whimpered, from the pain but also realizing that your boss’ coffee and muffins were all over the pavement, and ready for the garbage. You’re about to get up when you see two suede boots come up to your eye level and the man bends down. 

“Are you alright love?” he questioned, reaching his hand down to you to help you get up. You blink a couple times, to be sure you’re seeing the right person. 

“Um, yeah, I think so” you mumbled, shock coursing through your veins. 

“You’re bleeding” he pointed out, looking at your knee about to call over his security.

You shook your head. “Really it’s okay, I’ve got to get going. I’m going to be late for work and my boss will kill me” you stuttered, trying to compose yourself. 

“Love, we should clean it up. Come on we’ll take you inside and clean you up and you can go off to work, i’m sure your boss will understand” he assured.

“Thank you, but I really can’t, i’m sorry” you whispered, bending down to grab your bag. “But thank you for helping!” you called out, looking back at him one more time before running to work.


You panted, reaching your cubicle, and slumping down, and taking a look at your wounded knee winching as you tried to touch it and observe it.

There was a clearing of the throat and you turned around in your chair to see your boss. “You were late, and you didn’t bring me my morning coffee and muffins” she started, tapping her foot on the ground as she waited for your response.

“I know ma’am, I apologize, I bought your coffee and your muffins but there was a huge crowd of people and then I tripped, and the coffee spilled-” she cut you off with an eye roll. 

“Enough, I don’t want to hear your excuses, next time, make sure you don’t make a fool of yourself like you probably did moments ago, and make sure the coffee is sitting on my desk Monday morning, or else, you’ll regret it” she spoke out, turning on her heel with her assistant right by her as she walked to her office.

“Woah what happen to you” Blair chuckled, looking over into your cubicle. “Lets just say it was hectic and i’m glad it’s over” you sighed, reaching into your drawer for your first aid kit, grabbing disinfectant and a bandage to cover your cut. She chuckled, shaking her head and sinking back into her own office chair, as you did moments later, working on your next blog post to get approved by the one and only woman you all called, Ursula.


You stepped out your closet, hair freshly blow dried as you observed the choices of attire you’d wear on your night out with Lucy. 

“Oh, the red dress!” Lucy called out, peeking her head out the bathroom door. 

“Definitely the red dress, you’ll definitely be getting laid tonight if you wear that!” she winked, disappearing. “Lucy!” you laughed, shaking your head while picking up the red dress and observing it. “There will be no getting laid of any sort tonight, at least not for me” you chuckled, putting the blue dress back on it’s hanger and slipping the red dress up your body and slipping on the black heels. (xxx)

Walking over to your vanity, you touched up your makeup you had done a while ago, reapplying some nude lipstick onto your lips before grabbing your clutch, and stuffing your phone, card and ID before shutting it closed. 

“Alright you ready?” you checked, peeking into the bathroom to see Lucy, curling her last strand of hair before turning around. 

“Holy smokes!” she hollered, eyeing you up and down. You blushed, shaking your head before checking if you had anything. “Alright let’s get going, because at this rate, we’ll get to the club and it’ll be closed” you smirked, grabbing her hand and heading to the elevator.


You entered the club, to loud thumping music, bodies against one another with drinks in hand. “I’m going to pop to the loo” Lucy shouted over the loud music. “Get me a drink? Something preferably heavy” she smirked, bumping her hip to yours before shimmying her way through the crowd and to the bathroom.

You shook your head with a giggle and headed over to the bar, observing your surroundings to see if there was anyone that could particularly catch your eye.

“Hi, can I get two gin and tonics, please?” you asked the bartender politely while taking a seat to at the bar. He nodded, going to the other end of the bar to prepare your drinks. You looked down at your phone, scrolling mindlessly through instagram as you heard a voice behind you.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t miss “got to get to work”” he spoke. You lifted your head up, to be greeted with the man who tried to help you earlier this morning. A blush flushed your cheeks as you smiled. 

“I really was late, she would have murdered me if i would have went with you, and wasted more time” you replied, locking your phone to give him your full attention. 

“Wasted time? Ouch” he replied, feigning that he was hurt by placing his hand over his chest, and you giggled. “I’m Harry” he smiled, sticking out his hand, as you shook it. Seconds later, you responded with telling him your name as your two gin and tonics arrived in front of you. “Oh, already buying me drinks?” he smirked. “And my favorite as well?” he asked surprised. 

“You must have done research, hmm?” he joked with a wink. “Oh, that was meant for my friend-” you were interrupted by Lucy as she appeared behind you. “But you can gladly keep it” she smiled, eyeing you to keep talking to him before walking away onto the dance floor. “Sorry about her” you sheepishly giggled. “She tends to be a bit…straightforward I guess you could say” you smiled, sipping on your drink as Harry did with his. “Well if it allows for me to spend some more time with a beauty like you, i’m not complaining” he smirked, and you couldn’t help but blush.


You were three drinks in, already feeling loose, grabbing Harry’s hand and pulling him onto the dance floor. “Come on! Let’s dance!” you giggled, running your hand through your hair trying to get him to get up. “I don’t dance love” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh come on, don’t be such a girl!” you hollered. “Dance! Have fun!” you smiled, pulling on his hand again. He sighed, downing his drink, which caused him to pucker his face due to the taste, and headed to the dance floor with you.

You moved your hips to the music, your back to his front, from time to time, grinding on his front. You smiled moving your hands behind you to wrap around his neck as you danced.

“You’re a pretty good dancer” he hummed, right into your ear. You smiled, continuing to enjoy yourself as he placed his hands on your hips and moved along to the music.


You let out a breath of air as you stepped outside, Harry hot on your heel. “But my friend” you giggled, pointing to the door. “No worries, I caught her on the way out, told her I was going with you and her words made it seem like she had no intention of stopping me” he chuckled, as the club door closed behind him. “Oh god” you giggled, covering your hand with your face in embarrassment only imagining with Luce could have said. He smiled, walking down the street with you, towards your flat.

“So did you enjoy yourself tonight?” he questioned, hands in his pockets, but secretly wishing they were hand in hand with your hands. “A blast” you smiled, looking up at him and grinning more than you thought possible. “I didn’t think i’d have a handsome guy walk me home, although my friend Lucy did tell me that this dress would get me laid tonight” you smirked jokingly. He raised a brow before winking at you. “I mean, I am your kinda guy if that’s what you want” he winked jokingly before picking you up bridal style and spinning you around. “Harry!” you laughed, throwing your head back and gently slapping his chest as he put you down. “Only jokes, only jokes” he smiled. “I wouldn’t do such a thing unless I had your full consent” he smiled, slowly aiming to put his hand around your waist nervously, and when he did, he hoped you wouldn’t shove him off, and you didn’t.

A tipsy giggle escaped your mouth out of nowhere and he smiled. “You have a cute giggle” he commented and you giggled against covering your face as you blushed. “Stop!” you smiled, trying not to giggle but you couldn’t help it. “Gosh, now you’ve made me a mess!” you laughed, completely embarrassed now. He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you both finally made it up the steps to the front of the building. “Well, looks like this is it” he sighed, looking up at the tall building, not really wanting you to go. “Seems it is…” you wavered, debating on your next move. “Would you…like to come up?” you questioned nervously. “If not it’s okay, but it’s a bit chilly and I see you don’t have your car and it’s late and-” you were rambling when he placed his finger over your lip in a shushing manner. “I’d love too” he smiled, tucking his hand into yours as you sheepishly grinned with a blush before making your way in and heading to the elevator.


You stepped into your flat, and kicked off your heels walking into the small kitchen. “Do you want some tea? Maybe a cheese toastie?” you suggested. “That’d be lovely, actually” he smiled, kicking off his boots and placing them on the rack before sitting down on the kitchen stool. “I’ll be right back, i’m just going to change out of this dress if that’s ok” you sheepishly smiled, as he nodded. You scurried to the bedroom closing the door, taking a deep breath in and out.

There was a boy, in your apartment. You tried to suppress the smile that was all over your face but couldn’t you were just so happy. You slid off your dress, slipping on a loose tee and sweatpants before grabbing a makeup wipe and wiping off all your makeup and pulling your hair up into a bun. With the alcohol slowly wearing off you rubbed your eyes as your belly rumbled.

You stepped out the bedroom to hear clattering of dishes and you peeked into the kitchen to see Harry finishing off a second cheese toastie and putting two glasses of tea, one by each plate. “Looks like you’ve found your way around” you smiled. He looked up, a bit stunned that he didn’t hear you make your way in, but nodded. “Figured the least I could do was help around a little, and make the night a bit easier for you” he grinned. You grabbed your plate and cup of tea and brought it to the couch ushering for him to sit beside you and munch away on your snack.

“So, tell me about you mister Styles” you teased. He chuckled, wiping the crumbs off the side of his lips before taking a sip of his tea. “Well what do you wanna know miss gorgeous” he retaliated with a smirk, causing you to blush due to his comment. “Anything, about you” you smiled. “Well…” he started. “Well, i’m a singer, i’ve just finished off my album a while back and it’s set to go out soon-” you shook your head, sipping onto your tea. “Harry, about you. Not your career, not what everyone probably already knows. About you, what do you do in your free time? Favorite food? Anything” you smiled, looking him in the eye to let him know that you were truly interested in getting to know him, and not what the world already know of him, and that’s what had the butterflies erupting in Harry’s belly, because maybe once for a change, he found someone who wanted to know about the real him.


It was past two in the morning now, still no sign of your roommate, as Harry craned his neck trying to stretch and not wake up as you fell asleep with your head in his lap on the couch. Harry let out a muffled groan during his stretch and prayed he hadn’t woken you. He gently lifted up your head, gently picking you up and heading to your room. You mumbled some incoherent words, before snuggling close to him before he laid you down in your bed and covered you with your blanket.

He was about to exit the room and make his way out when he heard you mumbling something.

“Mm, stay, don’t go” you whispered. 

“Stay the night” you smiled, peeking a tired eye open ushering him over. He debated for a second, but you repeated yourself, asking him nicely again to join so he did. He slipped off his tight jeans, leaving his tee on and slipped into bed. 

Seconds later, your head was on his chest, snuggled nice and close and Harry couldn’t help but smile as his arm reflectively went around you to keep you close.

This was definitely the start to a new love story, Harry hoped would never end. 

- well he we are my loves, the first installment to the new series (: I hope you enjoyed and please please please don’t be hesitant to request anything, or let me know what you though! all the love! xx
the nudist and the prudist [jk pov]

❛❛a girl saw me naked on my porch and also witnessed the unholiness that is my exhibitionism kink and somewhere along the line we became sort-of-maybe-not-really friends and i started to like her too but now things are a bit weird im sorry please love me❜❜ AU

COUNT → 6.875

GENRE → angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → mentions of sex | explicit language | alcoholism


note: so some of you requested part of tnatp in jungkook’s pov!!!!! im not entirely happy with this because it’s just so long??? and its basically just recycled material. but if u wanna understand what jungkook was thinking, this is the drabble for you. its not a drabble. i lied. look at the word count. but i still wanna call it a drabble. its a “long drabble thats not really a drabble” drabble. anyway i hope u guys like it and dont think this is too long LMAO

Jungkook was naked, but that wasn’t anything new.

A streak of sunlight shone in through a crack in his blinds, alerting him that it was the start of a new day. Unwrapping his arm from around the naked body still asleep beside him, he maneuvered around her so he didn’t wake her up, then draped the comforter back over her as he stood to his full height. He ran his fingers through his tousled, black hair thoughtfully, knowing without looking at a mirror that it was a mess after they fornicated on the dining room table, the kitchen’s bar, the living room couch, against many walls throughout the house, and finally stopping in his own bed last night.

It was a good thing all his other roommates had been out so they didn’t hear them. Out of all his fuck buddies, Jihyo was the loudest—but he liked it when she was loud. It told him he was doing something right, and using his penis was about one of the only things he could do right.

Closing his bedroom door gently behind him, he padded down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen. At the sight of his boxers in a pathetic heap by the stairs, he bent over to pull them past his hips, followed by his sweatpants he’d been wearing last night not even a few inches away. In the past, he wouldn’t have even bothered clothing himself—especially so early in the morning—since all his roommates had gotten used to his streaking habit a long time.

But something had changed recently.

That change was you.

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Steggy Fic: When the Quinjet’s a-Rockin’

I’ve written a drabble or short fic for every day of Steggy Week 2k17! This was written for Day 2: AU or Crossover. Previous days: Day 1

Note: Despite the title, this is rated PG. And Peggy being alive and young in the 21st century is technically an AU, right?

Natasha, Steve, and Peggy scrambled into the Quinjet as Clint lifted off, full throttle almost before the ramp had fully locked into place. They threw themselves flat onto the floor, bracing against each other and catching their breaths as the ship accelerated and banked sharply.

“We’re cloaked and clear!” Clint called back after a few minutes. The weight pressing against them slowly lifted, and the floor tilted back to horizontal.

Natasha got to her feet and headed for her locker, already shrugging off her jacket. She could hear Steve and Peggy getting up behind her, murmuring softly to each other, and she took a little extra time stowing everything away to give them a bit of privacy.

When she finally turned around, Peggy’s jacket was askew and the collar of Steve’s uniform had been pulled open. They were both flushed, staring at each other. Natasha raised her eyebrows.

“You do realize I’m right here,” she said conversationally, hands on her hips. “Rogers, I know I’ve tried to set you up on dates, but I didn’t mean I wanted a front row seat for the makeout part.”

“Sorry,” said Peggy, managing to look both genuinely contrite and not really sorry at all. She stepped away and moved to stow her gear. She and Steve still looked so hot and bothered that Natasha had to hide a smirk. Apparently Captain America and Agent Carter really enjoyed narrow escapes.

They moved forward to the jump seats together, and Natasha sat down, swinging a terminal towards herself. “Rogers, get your hand off Carter’s ass,” she said sternly, without looking around. “She needs it to sit on while she helps me write the mission report.”

Peggy obediently sat, leaning over Natasha’s shoulder to look at the screen. “Well,” she said, “everything went nearly according to plan. You do have the data cube, don’t you?”

Natasha nodded. “I packed it away in the cargo area while you were busy making eyes at your young man.”

Peggy made a face. “I was not making eyes at him. We were just -” She glanced back at Steve and trailed off, distracted.

“Oh my God,” said Natasha, looking between the two of them. “I’d tell you to get a room, but there’s only one room in a Quinjet, and we’re all in it.”

“Sorry,” said Peggy again, clearing her throat. She looked back at the screen. “Where were we?”

Steve, still standing, leaned over Peggy’s shoulder to scan the report. “I was outside the whole time, fighting off Hydra goons. Peggy’s the one who infiltrated the lab.”

Peggy nodded, then turned to Natasha. “I lost you in the hallway, and I didn’t see either of you again until I’d tripped the alarm and we were all outside.” She turned away and sucked in an almost imperceptible breath. Natasha risked a sidelong glance and saw that Steve had dropped a hand to Peggy’s shoulder and was absently stroking his thumb along her collarbone.

“Okay!” said Natasha, standing up briskly. “I’m going to go up and sit with Clint for a bit. You two go… splash cold water on yourselves or whatever you need to do. I don’t want the details.” She strode the few steps forward and around the bulkhead. Behind her, she could hear murmured voices, a muffled squeak from Peggy, and a moment later the click of the latch on the tiny washroom.

“Well,” she said, plopping into the co-pilot seat next to Clint and resting her elbows on the console in front of her, “I hope you don’t have to pee.”

Clint raised an eyebrow. “That’s a pretty small space. Do you think they’ll both fit?”

There was a thud from the back of the Quinjet. “Bloody hell!” came Peggy’s muffled voice, annoyed but breathless.

“The sink takes up a lot of space,” said Natasha. They both stared out the front window for a while. “They aren’t normally this bad,” she said. “Must be the adrenaline. And it’s their first mission together since Steve got frozen.” She tilted her head. “Do you think they were like this back then? Sneaking off to the woods after they blew up a Hydra base back in World War II?”

Clint shrugged. “It’s not really the kind of thing that makes it into the official reports.”

There were a few more muffled noises behind them.

Clint elbowed her. “And you used to try to set him up because you thought he needed to get laid. Are you happy now?”

“I didn’t think I’d have to have a front row seat,” she said. Clint grinned at her, and she sighed. “I know, be careful what you wish for.”

The comms beeped, and both Clint and Natasha leaned forward, eager for a distraction. Tony appeared, eyebrows raised. “Well? Did you get it?” he asked, anxiously.

Natasha nodded. “Mission accomplished. No casualties on our side.”

“ETA three hours,” added Clint.

“Awesome. Bring it all down to the lab when you get here,” said Tony. “Hey, where are Cap and Carter?”

Clint cleared his throat.

Tony looked interested. “What, are they in the bathroom joining the Mile High Club?”

Natasha and Clint looked at each other.

“Oh my God,” said Tony, eyes widening. “They are?”

“I’m pretty sure they were already members,” said Natasha, thoughtfully.

Tony made a face.“This whole thing with Cap and Aunt Peggy is really damaging my delicate psyche.”

“Be glad you’re not here then,” said Natasha, with feeling. “The whole ship’s shaking a little.”

There was another muffled noise from the back. Tony’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, was that Cap? I did not ever need to hear Steve Rogers make a noise like that.” He shook his head as if to clear it. “I thought sex in a Quinjet was something only I would try.”

“But Pepper wouldn’t,” said Natasha. “So you’d have the bathroom to yourself.”

“Ha ha,” said Tony. “See you in a few hours. Hope you have earplugs!” He reached forward and the screen went blank.

“Do we have earplugs?” Natasha asked Clint. “Please tell me we have earplugs.”

Clint grinned and flipped the switches of his hearing aids to their off positions. “Enjoy the flight, Nat!”

Betrayal ~2~ British Strong Style

Originally posted by progressgifs

Part 1

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Note; Tell me what do you think is going to happen next

You had made a name for yourself around the wold. After your betrayal to the British strong style you were the sly jester. Always having a plan B up your sleeve and surprising your opponents. The guys have kept tabs on you seeing what you were up to. They still watched your matches and were impressed on well you were doing on your own. 

“ She’s the sly Jester. She’s always lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce”  

“ She sounds like a cat” 

“ She’s making history happen”  

Everyone would talk on how good you were and how no one had defeated you yet. You were on a winning streak. But your world turned around when you noticed the three men you betrayed lurking around. 

“ Look what I see lads the little kitten out of the bag” Pete chuckles as he corners you to the wall. You roll your eyes crossing your arms over your chest, “ I have better things to do then talk to three bastards on my time.” 

“ She think she’s so tough lads, maybe she forgot what’s hurtin’ others feel like” Trent picked you up over his shoulders.


“ Oi! shut it bitch” Pete snarls. You did everything you can to get out of Trent’s grip but it was no use. They ended up putting you in a room and locking you from the outside. 

“ Are you fucking serious! I have a match in 20 mins assholes! Let me out!” you banged on the door with your fist repeatedly.  

“ Not happenin’ princess. Yeh stay in there until we think yeh are good enough to be let out” Trent says from the other side of the door.

“ Fuck you!” 

“ No thanks, I’d rather stick an umbrella up my ass, thanks!” 

The three boys looked at one another in disgust and shivered as they had the image in their heads. 

“ Sevens! Bate! Dunno! When I get out of here, I am going to kill you three!”
“ Good luck with tha’ luv” Tyler muttered. They walked away leaving you in the room locked. You began to panic because you couldn’t just not go out for your match. They are going to pay. 

After being unlocked from the room and missing your match, you had gotten in trouble for it. The earful that you got from everyone about missing your match was enough for you to storm down to the ring in surprise heading to the ring where the British Strong Style were having a match. When Pete took notice of you, he hopped off the apron running a hand through his hair as he snarl at you stopping you in your tracks.

“ Where do yah think yah goin’?” you grabbed onto the straps of his ring gear and giving him a stunner before moving past him down to Tyler who stood in your way with his arms out telling you to stop. You grab onto his fingers snapping them before super kicking him sending him to the side as you made your way to Trent. 

He slide out the ring as soon as you got out watching what you did to Pete and Tyler shaking his head. He walks along side outside of the room, his finger out shaking it giving you a no signal. 

“ Not yet little one” He yells, chuckling. You looked down where his white towel is before going over it. You pick it up expecting it in his hands before you rubbed the towel down your body and through your crotch and under your armpits before throwing it to him. 

“ Enjoy” you tell him blowing him a kiss. You exit the ring skipping past Pete and Tyler who looked confused to what just happened. This was just a taste for them. 

The guys sat in the car going back to the hotel when Tyler brings you up. 

“ I don’t think she’s done with us lads” he mutters. Pete scoffs, “ That was nothin’ what she did. She can’t get to us. Three of us and one of her” 

“ But lads it’s been like two months and she’s all over the place” 

“ She will come t’ her senses that she needs us” 

“ What if she doesn’t?” Tyler asks

“ She will..” Trent nods. “ she will always need us”

You on the other hand was planning on another plan to strike a nerve. You had been told a piece of information that could be put into use. Smirking as you started to get ready.

“ Get ready lads, I’m about to tame British Strong Style” 

Dating Remus Lupin...pt 1 (Ship Request)

Requested by: @theremustohersirius

What it’s like to date Remus Lupin version 1

Note: I’ll make different versions cause Y/N is an individual. Individuals are unique so someone might not really feel that they can relate. So, I’m gonna make as much as I can so that everyone feels included.

This is base on the requester’s ship request:

I’m shy but my close friends know I’m a sarcastic twat with loads of self deprecating humor. I’m a huge book worm, I kinda hoard books. I collect vinyl records and I love my friends to death. My wardrobe consists of big cozy grandpa sweaters and I love everything vintage. I drink LOADS of tea and my friends and family describe me as an old soul 

Originally posted by harry--potter-imagines

  • Lazy days would be so peaceful and quiet. You two would be sitting close to each or laying beside each other, almost cuddling as you read books on your own or even sharing the book you are reading.
  • He allows you to borrow his books. He loves sharing the things he cherishes with you. 
  • You low-key hoard them… not returning at all. Forgetting to return it at all.

Remus: “Whatcha reading?“

Y/N: “This book. I’m rereading it again.“

Remus: “That book looks familiar.“

….observes the book….

Remus: “Hey that’s mine!“

  • Hogsmeade dates includes: buying loads of sweets and chocolates, checking out the vinyl store for muggle and wizard music, book shopping, oversized sweater shopping and even antiquing!!! BUYING TEA!!!!

  • HUGS!!!!


  • Not too much PDA, PG rated

  • You two are more private, reserving the most intimate moments alone.

  • You ‘borrow’ his sweaters. “BORROW”. Basically it started out as you being too cold one day and he took of his sweater, leaving him to wear just a shirt. He handed you his sweater and he makes you wear it so you won’t be cold. Now you almost have half of his clothes in your wardrobe.

  • He lets you borrow them. What is the point of saying no to you?

  • Rainy days consist of blankets, books, warm cups of tea, sitting by the fire, and movies.
Yongguk Royalty AU Part 1

Himchan Part 1

Note: Yes, another AU series. I really like AU’s hehe. I hope you guys enjoy this!

Originally posted by stanbap

You fiddle with the skirt of your dress as the war talks continue between the two kings. Your father is insisting that your kingdom should go to war with the kingdom you are currently in, while the king here is trying to negotiate. Knowing how stubborn your father is, your kingdom will go to war. All those innocent lives lost…

You stand up without being noticed and make your way out to the garden. You hate war. You believe that if people could only get over their pride, everything could be solved without war. But of course, no one wants that.

You walk through the garden, skirt in hand so you don’t trip over it, looking around at the different plants. At home, the garden is your favorite place to be. You can’t help but admire the exotic flowers that are growing, if only your father would let you grow plants that weren’t native to your kingdom.

“Enjoying the view?” A deep voice says from behind you. You jump and spin around to face the owner of the voice. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.“You look up and widen your eyes in recognition. 

You immediately drop your skirt and curtesy. "Y-your Majesty.”

“You know who I am?” Who doesn’t know who he is? Yongguk is very popular with the other kingdoms, able to bring peace and happiness wherever he goes.

“Of course. Anyone who is anyone knows who you are. Of course there is the added factor that our two kingdoms have had tensions building for years that are now about to boil over in an unneeded war and…” You trail off realizing you’re rambling.

“You don’t agree with your father’s decision for war then?”

“Countless lives will be lost. Innocent lives. I don’t take kindly to the people of my kingdom being needlessly slaughtered.”

“I can’t help but agree. We never fight in the wars, no that would be improper. But our people do, and so many of them die. I hate it.”

“So do I." 

He stares at you before speaking."I’ve never met someone who feels the same. Most monarchs and aristocrats believe that we are better than our people so they should be the one’s dying and suffering.”

“A biased and uneducated mindset if you ask me.” You say angrily. "Who do they think we are? Why are we any better than them? We’re not. It’s disgusting.“ Yongguk is silent and you look down, blushing. 

"My apologies. I didn’t mean to have an outburst there…”

“It’s fine!” He says quickly. “I agree with everything you’re saying. It’s nice to find someone who agrees.” You nod and he smiles at you. You can’t help but smile as well.  “Lady (Y/N), would you care to join me on a walk through the garden.” He offers you his arm. 

You gently take his arm and mutter shyly, “I would love to,” as you set off.

Season of HeartBreak~ Kenny Omega ~2

Originally posted by leelakoiwolff

Part 1

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He wasn’t just a best friend in your eyes anymore, there was more than that. You weren’t his to begin with. 

He found happiness with someone else. You dialed the familiar number, when he picked up the phone the first words coming out of your mouth was, “ I’m drunk,” you slurred, sitting against a brick wall. 

“ I am just so dandy right now,” you continued. 

“ Don’t go anymore, where are you?” he asks, concern behind his voice. You could hear a door open and close. 

“ At a bar with neon light,” you tell him. “ You know the one with a fruit or a tree or whatever it is next to the A, you know? That one” you nodded your head smiling. “ The place where we had that kiss. The accident kiss.” 

“ Stay there,” he says. “ I am coming to get you, don’t go anywhere else. Okay?”

“ Sure father,” you answered with sarcasm rolling your eyes. Kenny wasn’t just someone who broke your heart, you wanted to disconnect all connections from him. It’s only going to get worse and you know it. 

When Kenny finds you, he sighs to himself watching as you down the familiar bottle of booze, jacket over one shoulder, you hair knotty to the side with make up smeared. 

“ Time to go, “ he mumbles, taking the bottle from your hands and lips.
“ No Kenny,” you grip on it, whining. “ I’m not done…”

“ Yes, you are,” he tells you and there is a slight change in his eyes and voice. He gets you up, and you can’t even form any words to tell him. Not a word was said as he pushes you into the cab he got out of, not even a word when he takes you back to your house. He takes the keys without a word from your purse helping you inside. 

“ Go” he mutters opening the door. You turn to face him, scowling at him. Kenny just rolls his eyes as he gently pushes you inside.

“ Stop it,” you say glaring at him. Kenny shoots you a glare that could kill if it could, one of those looks that kinda scared you when he was like that. You stumble inside, “ Why do I have to go inside?”

“ Because I said so” he says, slightly his voice rising. He shuts the door behind the both of you, and stand there for a while in silence while he thinks of what to say to you. Why was he here with you? He had a girlfriend to get to.. that moment when you ran out, you left Kenny confused. Had he done something wrong? He couldn’t place what was wrong with you. 

“ Kenny” you whimper. He sighs making his way over to you, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, in between your eyebrows.

 Your hands rest on his chest as he holds you in his arms. 

“ I’m here Y/N, Kenny’s here”

A sob escapes your mouth as you bury your face in his neck, his arms wrap around you rubbing your back up and down to sooth you. 

Kenny guide you to your room and he struggles with tugging your dress off, averting his eyes from time to time. You nearly fall back when he helps you out of the dress, stepping out of it.

“ Sit; he says, his hands holding the dress you had on. You sat on the bed, he leaned down slipping off your heels, standing back up and putting the dress over a chair and the heels by the door.

 “ Okay..” he starts to say coming his way back over to you as he helps you get into bed, putting your legs to the side and pulling the covers over you. He watches as your eyes are glossy with fresh tears ready to spill. It breaks his heart to see you like this.

“ Stay,” you whisper to him.

Kenny closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, he stands there for a moment running a hand through his curls .

He misses being near you, he misses the way you used to look at him and how much time you spend with him. 

Kenny shoulder sighs in defeat, a thin line appears on his lips as he looks down at you. At his best friend. 

He slips in on the other side of you, leaning over.

 You moved closer to him, burying your face in his shirt as your breathing slowed as you fell asleep feeling the warmth coming from him.

The next morning, when you open your eyes, there was no Kenny by your side. It felt like it was dream. But was it? You could still smell his scent next to you,grabbing the pillow that he must of laid down on taking whiff.

 Yes, he was here. He took you home, didn’t yell at you. Things were changing, you can’t be around him. You had to cut him off from your life even if it’s the last memory you have with him.

Sexy Mutt (Dog!Dean) Part 1

Sexy Mutt

Part 1

Note: My friend @22sarah08 asked and I think this might get good so keep your eyes out!

I smiled at the clerk as I put the bottle of water in my purse. I don’t usually stop at a mini-market on my way home but it was extremely hot out. I had my plaid shirt tied around my waist and my blonde hair pulled into a pony tail. I walked down the sidewalk when I heard a bark from the alley. I frowned and turned to look down the alleyway. I saw bags of trash stacked beside a dumpster and walked over to see a man’s foot sticking out.

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Love For All Season~Kol Mikaelson ~2

Part 1

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“ You can’t kill Klaus. Not yet, first step is saving my friends” Davina walked into the room holding a grimoire in her hands.  She opened it searching until coming to the page, “ I need to break Klaus’s sire bond first then you can do whatever you want to him.” 

Mikael chuckled darkly, Luna turned her gaze towards to the younger witch. 

“ Let’s have some fun and we will make sure Klaus will be erased” 

“ That’s what I like to hear” Mikael smirked.

Humming to a tune as she made her way down the street of music playing the streets twirling her necklace with her fingers as her eyes laid onto a guy. He was pretty cute. Had his hands in his pockets as he looked around, she made her way over to him.

“ You look like your having fun” she chuckled. Her voice brought the guys attention to look down at her. She was small compared to him but her eyes captivated him. They were hazel with a tint of green in them. She was a pretty sight, he thought. 

There was something about her that looked off though. 

“ Luna Knight” she introduced herself. 

“ Kaleb” he nods, greeting her back. 

 Marseilles, France 1001

A young Luna Knight running through her cottage laughing as she was chased by her father Gregory Knight. She was merely 12 years old when it happened. Her father’s cries in pain brought her to a stop, she turned around seeing her father on fire yelling for mercy.

The villagers came out to see the horror happening, her mother and sister came out of the small house seeing the horror. 

“ Daddy!” Her sister Ivy yelled running to the fire, weeping for her father. Her mother stared at Luna in horror. Luna’s eyes turned into dark red like the color of the flames.

She had been banished from her own village begging her mother and sister that she wanted to be with them. But none of the villagers would have it, they band her from stepping foot there once more. 

She was left alone until she met the next year a man. A man that was named Mikael Mikaelsson who came to save her. He brought her to his wife Ester, where she was taught to control her power. 

This is the start where the most powerful witch was born. Luna Knight was darkness with red blood pouring like a waterfall. 

Mikael paced the room as Davina and Luna held hands chanting the spell that would unlink Klaus from Davina’s friends. Mikael was growing impatient and it was bothering him that the most powerful witch couldn’t do the spell in a snap. 

“ How long does it take you two to do unlinking spell?” he spatted at the two. Luna glared up at him, “ If your going to keep pacing like that and mumbling then we won’t get no where or do you want me to send you back where you came from?”

Mikael growled. 

He couldn’t place a finger on Luna because he knew who she was and what she was capable.

“ I know you want to kill Klaus but first we must save my friends. We have Esther grimoire. So be quite!” Davina glared over at him. 

Nothing was working so far and Mikael was growing impatient with the two girls. 

Luna new the originals back when she was a little girl. Her favorite was Kol out of all of them. Elijah was over protective of her. Klaus had a temper. Rebekah was her secret telling buddy. Kol was playful with her. Finn always read something to her. Mikael treated her like she was one of his until he found out that Klaus wasn’t his child. Esther was like a mother she never had, a mother that taught her well. 

Esther made Luna into the most powerful witch that anyone could cross paths with. Until she fell to sleep by Esther, she wanted to protect Luna from Klaus’s harm. Luna used to be close to Mikael, he thought by killing Luna, Mikael would fall to hie knees for Klaus. 

But he was wrong. 

Ikemen Sengoku Nobunaga Oda Voice Clip #1

Note: I apologize for any misinterpretation of voice clip or translation or both. Please do advice me ^^

Castle Decoration


`Kono heya wa nagai shitaku naru. Kisama ga iru toki wa toku ni na’

I want long/lengthy arrangement for this room, especially when you are (staying) here (too).


`Kon'ya wa koko o nedoko ni suru to kimeta. Motenase’

I decided to sleep here tonight. Entertain me.

murder, she wrote starters #1

notes: feel free to change pronouns, etc. to make it fit if needed. this show aired from mid 80′s to the 90′s & is a whodunit show so this will contain references to murder, theft, affairs, & many similar topics.

  • ❛i didn’t steal it!
  • ❛[name]! [name], you in there?
  • ❛there’s something I want you to see.❜
  • ❛by recognizing what she had been, what how much she had meant to me, well, it was a way of keeping her alive in my heart.❜
  • ❛well, with, uh, your permission, i’d like to excuse myself.❜
  • ❛i killed him❜
  • ❛he could pick a fight over anything.❜
  • ❛all those years of taking his orders and sacrificing whatever kind of life she might have been able to make for herself.❜
  • ❛take a look, [name].❜
  • ❛wrong? my facts are never wrong. ❜
  • ❛well, tonight you are a professional nincompoop!
  • ❛[name], be quiet.❜
  • ❛and naturally we’re all very relieved that [name] has been cleared. ❜
  • ❛i just find it very hard to believe.❜
  • ❛i’m sure they were here last night.❜
  • ❛well, perhaps so, but humor me.❜
  • ❛that is very insulting.❜
  • ❛well, unlike my [family member], I haven’t got anything to hide.❜
  • ❛is that an invitation?
  • ❛i’m not particularly proud of what I had to do to earn that money, but I did it.❜
  • ❛don’t ever touch me like that again.❜
  • ❛you don’t seem exactly broken up over [name]’s death.❜
  • ❛if I love him, how can I justify spying on him?
  • ❛but I can live without you.❜
  • ❛just how intimate a wedding will this be?
  • ❛i got hung up at the office, and traffic’s brutal.❜
  • ❛i’m sorry honey, i can’t make it.❜
  • you’ve always read me like a book, haven’t you?
  • ❛you know how they say there’s nothing quite so romantic as san francisco after dark? i wouldn’t know.❜ 
  • ❛yesterday, i met him for breakfast, and he had these circles under his eyes, and he smelled like perfume.❜ 
  • ❛you made the deal for him.❜ 
  • ❛he just wants some freedom to explore a few more things.❜
  • ❛now I’m getting stubborn.❜ 
  • ❛[name], so delighted you could join us this evening.❜ 
  • ❛how could [name] afford to bring her to a place like this?❜ 
  • ❛i didn’t know you were here tonight.❜ 
  • ❛you’re really beautiful.❜ 
  • ❛[name], have you noticed there’s something a little strange about this place?❜ 
  • ❛you can take my purse, and you can search me.❜ 
  • ❛well, i mean, i walked past the open door, and i saw her him standing over [name] with the gun.❜ 
  • ❛i haven’t slept all night, and i’m tired.❜ 
  • ❛i, too, have been up all night, and i have got jet lag on top of it.❜ 
  • ❛he was dead when I walked in.❜ 
  • ❛well, I’d like to believe that.❜
  • ❛[name] would’ve understood that.❜
  • ❛look, i don’t know how to explain this, but i wanna be a performer, and i knew if i didn’t give it a shot, a real shot, that i’d be miserable and so would my [marriage/relationship].❜ 
  • ❛i was gonna quit before [name] got out here. ❜
  • ❛he wouldn’t let me quit. he knew i was broke, so he held back on my wages.❜
  • ❛we’ve only had one killer in our family and the redcoat shot first.❜
  • ❛uh, I’m still waiting for the results.❜
  • ❛now we’re getting somewhere.❜
  • ❛what is it about that woman that makes me nervous?
  • ❛naturally, all contracts will be honored. 
  • ❛let me worry about that.❜ 
  • that’s a shame about this whole thing.❜
  • ❛forgive me for interrupting you.❜
  • ❛always so organized.❜
  • ❛frankly, [name], i don’t know how I could ever run this club without you, but I’m gonna try.❜
  • ❛i really appreciate this now that I’m on a budget.❜
  • ❛i wouldn’t tell a soul.❜ 
  • ❛thanks for the lift.❜
  • ❛and don’t worry. i won’t say a word about what you’ve told me.❜
  • ❛oh, darling, don’t pout.❜
  • ❛i thought we should get our stories straight.❜ 
  • ❛i was about to ask you the same question.❜ 
  • ❛you don’t know how much better i feel now that we’ve talked.❜ 
  • ❛that means he didn’t fire the gun.❜ 
  • ❛i’m so happy to see that you’re satisfied.❜ 
  • ❛i mean, what the hell is going on here?❜ 
  • ❛what’s this lady trying to suggest?❜ 
  • ❛well, that’s my office persona.❜ 
  • ❛it was not an accident.❜ 
  • ❛do please accept my condolences.❜ 
  • ❛we were very close.❜ 
  • ❛oh, am I interrupting? ❜ 
  • ❛[name] take it easy.❜ 
  • ❛i think we oughta postpone the wedding.❜ 
  • ❛i thought marriage was supposed to be for better or worse. ❜ 
  • ❛darling, i just can’t ask you to tie yourself to me with all this hanging over my head.❜
  • ❛but you’re innocent!❜ 
  • ❛won’t that noise disturb you?
  • ❛right now, i could sleep through armageddon.❜ 
  • ❛we are going to get to the bottom of this.❜
  • ❛these are police photographs. where did you get them?❜ 
  • ❛i knew you were trouble as soon as i saw you.❜ 
  • ❛what was I gonna do? spend the rest of my life workin'in this rinky-dink club?❜ 
  • ❛i’m sorry about all the problems.❜
  • ❛i got big news for ya, baby.❜ 
  • ❛well, i don’t usually give advice, but in this case, i say go for it.❜
ookami baby | pt.2

pairing: reader x young k (brian)

genre: fantasy, wolf dad au

word count: 1,790

previous: pt.1

note: more reader’s pov this time, once again any feedback is greatly appreciated!

It didn’t take long for you to fall in love with him. Brian had a way of making your heart palpitate at the littlest things, from the way his voice softened each time he said your name, to the way his eyes seemed to shine every moment he saw your face. You weren’t expecting to stumble headfirst into a feeling such as love, but it planted its seed deep within your being and blossomed so beautifully, gradually growing, with each passing day. He showed you love in its softest form, despite his rugged appearance and wolfish nature.

When he told you his secret under the moonlight one early morning, your stomach sank and fear tried it’s best to creep into your system. Your mind urged you to turn and run away but running away was an unforgivable action you always chose in your life, and this time you couldn’t bear to do it, not when your belly still harbored butterflies at the sight of him.

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Vitamin T

Genre: It started out as Fluff, idk what happened?

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Length: 8056 words (longest bloody thing I’ve written in ages!)

Summary: To you he wasn’t an idol, he was just someone who tried to underpay.

Part: 1/1

Note: I wrote this because myself and @isaynevermind were joking about it after I posted my Yoongi drabble a while back and I really liked the idea of doing it🙌 So this is for you lovely😘 (and every Taehyung stan who follows me🌹), I hope you like, I tried. Next request will be up soon along with the next Heartbreak Girl update💫

Please just bear with me because I haven’t had the greatest start to 2017 in my family and that’s why things might be a little slow😔🙈

Also, a special thank you to the girl who’s always there for me, @minthusiast!🙌👑 Thanks for giving me your input and your never ending support!💞 This is for you too because I know you are Taehyung wrecked😏😉

Enjoy though!😘

~Mini CJ✌


“How you doing?”

“No,” Yoongi groaned, tiredly rubbing his hands over his face for what seemed like the millionth time since sitting down, “don’t say it like Joey from Friends. Girls will think it’s creepy, and weird.”

“Right, got it, creepy and weird is a no no.” Taehyung nodded enthusiastically and actually wrote it down in the little notebook he had sitting in front of him.

“When I said ‘take note’ I didn’t mean literally pabo.” Yoongi looked beyond tired and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Shame man, he’s trying Yoongi-ah. Give him a break, you’ve only been here for 20 minutes.” You playfully scolded him and he looked at you where you were standing behind the counter before rolling his eyes.

“It’s Yoongi oppa to you Y/N.”

“I’d rather not.” You cringed.

“I thought you said this friend of yours was respectful Tae.” He grumbled and Taehyung looked up from what he’d been writing to shoot him one of his boxy smiles.

“She is, she just hates the thought of calling anyone oppa. Says it’s embarrassing or something and would actually rather use hyung.” Taehyung winked at you when he was finished and you just rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Besides,” you added, “I’m not Korean and I’m actually one day older than you Yoongi.”

“How do you know that?” Yoongi said looking slightly shocked.

“She’s an ARMY.” Taehyung stage whispered, making sure you could still hear him.

“An ARMY hey,” Yoongi smirked, “am I your bias?”

“No, and I am not an ARMY. I looked you guys up when I started speaking to Tae. Everyone made such a huge fuss the first time he came in here so I wanted to know what it was all about.” You huffed, shooting an annoyed glare at Taehyung who just grinned at you.

“Wait, so you didn’t know who Taehyung was?” Yoongi looked confused and that made your annoyed glare slip slightly.

“No, what happen–”

“No hyung she had no idea!” Taeyhyung cut you off excitedly and that made any chance of you staying mad (even though you were just pretending) flee for good. “I came in here to get coffee like normal because at least the other barista’s had gotten used to it, and while some of the customers were freaking out I saw her standing behind the counter and realised she was new. So I’m busy trying to walk up to order and when she looks up to see what the fuss is all about, sees me and the people trying to crowd around and just shrugs and carries on working!”

Yoongi now looked at you shocked and you shrugged like you had back when you had first seen Taehyung, nearly 3 months ago.

“So you had absolutely no idea who he was? At all?” Yoongi drawled, raising an eyebrow.

“None whatsoever,” You retorted and motioned to Tae who was basically bouncing in his seat to finish the story, “continue Tae.”

“Thank you,” He grinned at you, “so I finally make it up to the counter and pretty much all the barista’s here know all of our orders right? I figured she would know too even if she was new, so I go up and she asks what I want -no screaming or blushing or anything- and I tell her I’ll have my regular and she just looks at me with a blank expression and says ‘okay I can’t read your mind, you’re going to need to tell me what that is’.” At this point Taehyung had full-blown giggles and Yoongi just looked dumbfounded.

“You did not?”

“Oh, but I did.” You laughed and shook your head, moving out from behind the counter to start wiping down the tables.

“Hyung, that’s not even the best part!” Taehyung was now excitedly slapping the table to grab Yoongi’s attention again and was on the verge of collapsing in tears because he’s trying so hard not to laugh properly.

“Okay, so what happened next?”

“Once I had told her my order and she made my drink and stuff I take out my cash to pay, and I already had the exact amount in my hand because it makes things so much easier, so I give it to her and I’m about to walk away when she calls me back. Obviously I go back to see why and she says–” Taehyung turned to look at you as if that was your cue, which only made you laugh some more.

“Sorry but you underpaid.” You pipe up and Yoongi’s jaw is practically on the table.

“She didn’t even give me the discount!” Taehyung had finally given in to the hysterics and was shaking because he was laughing so hard, while Yoongi looked back and forth between the two of you like you had just told him he actually had six toes on each foot.

“Yeah, I swear the whole café collectively gasped when I said that but all Taehyung did was start laughing.” You giggled, grabbing one of the chairs next to you to put it on top of the table.

“Wait, so how did you become friends then?” Yoongi asked and when you looked at Taehyung he gestured to you to speak.

“Well after I said that he came and paid the rest of the full amount and just left all smiley and giggling, so I asked my manager who he was and why all of that happened and she looked at me like I had asked the dumbest question. After she had made sure I wasn’t just joking with her, she explained who he and the rest of BTS are and then scolded me for making him pay full price.” Grabbing another chair, you lifted that one on to the table near you too before turning to face them both.

“So when I went home that evening I did a bit of my own research to see what all the fuss was about, and then the next day when Tae came in I thought ‘what the hell, let’s see what happens,’ and purposefully made his order slightly incorrect and gave him a Caffé Mocha instead of a Caffé Latte and made him pay full price again. He didn’t even complain and just left grinning like he had the day before. Every single day that week I did the same thing, made him a slightly different order and made him pay full price, and every single day he left grinning like a child who just got told they can have ice cream for dinner.” You were finally done stacking all the chairs around you except for the two that were currently occupied by 2/7 of BTS and two of the extra ones at that table, one of which you promptly fell into with a sigh.

“So you became friends because you kept giving him the wrong thing and made him pay full price?” Yoongi looked like he was trying to understand but also like he thought the two of you were crazy.

“Basically yes.”

“Not really.”

You and Taehyung said at the same time which just made you both laugh.

“So which is it?” Yoongi asked and it was your turn to gesture at Taehyung to speak.

“Well I say not really because it wasn’t that she was giving me the wrong thing or making me pay in full, but rather that she was treating me like any normal customer. It was so refreshing hyung, to come to a place where not once did she ever freak out when she saw me, except maybe on Halloween.” You covered your face and groaned, mumbling out a ‘you said you wouldn’t talk about that’ while Taehyung just chuckled, “And even though she purposefully gave me the wrong order rather than accidentally, it was still so nice and some of the things she made were really good!”

“Wow, okay, I guess that does make sense.” Yoongi murmured. “I can’t believe I’ve been coming here with Taehyungie for 2 weeks and you only told me how you became friends now.”

“You only asked now.” You grinned cheekily and that made both of them laugh. “But I’m sorry boys, you have to go now so I can lock up.”

“I’m not a boy, I’m a man.” Yoongi retorted, puffing his chest out playfully.

“Sure you are.”

“I am. Yah, don’t roll your eyes at me Y/N-ah!”

“Ahh don’t worry hyung, you’ll get used to it.” Taehyung laughed and you poked your tongue out childishly at Yoongi when he glared at you.

That of course only made both of them start laughing before you started trying to shoo them out of the café.

“For real guys, I have to close up now if I want to beat the traffic home.”

“But I haven’t paid yet?” Yoongi piped up and before you could respond Taehyung just waved away his comment.

“Don’t worry Yoongi-hyung, I’ve got it this time.” He smiled and Yoongi shot one back before motioning outside.

“I’ll wait for you in the car.”

It was just you and Taehyung now in the quiet café and you smiled at him, but as you reached to stack one of the chairs at the table they had been occupying, you found that it was quickly out of your reach and on the table before you could do it yourself.

“Tae, not this again,” You playfully scolded, “let me do my job.”

“I’m just trying to help and make your job go faster Y/N-noona. You go ring up mine and Yoongi-hyung’s last order and I’ll finish the chairs for you.” Taehyung smiled sweetly at you and you listened to him for once instead of arguing some more, making your way back behind the counter.

“How many times have I told you not to call me noona? But also, thank you Tae.”

“At least 50 by now? I’m not sure, I stopped counting after 35,” he joked and made his was up to the cash register after stacking all the chairs, “but it’s a pleasure and how much do I owe you today?”

“Right so that is one regular coffee for Yoongi and regular one Berry Dairy (blackberries, raspberries, strawberries, banana, frozen yoghurt, honey and milk) smoothie for you.” You rattled off and Taehyung took his card out to pay this time. “By the way, how was that? I’ve only ever made it for myself so I was wondering what you’d think?”

Taehyung gently took the card machine from your hands to enter his pin, only answering once he had handed it back.

“It was actually really good! I’d say put it on the yes list. You should ask your manager-nim to put it on the menu like that other smoothie you made me.”

“Really, you think so? Cause I wasn’t a 100 percent sure.” You trailed off uncertainly while focusing on cashing up but stopped when seeing Taehyung’s hand reach over and cover your seemingly tiny hands compared to his, getting you to look up at his smiling face.

“Of course I’m sure! I mean that is one of the best ones so far! People will love it.” His smiled turned into his adorable box grin and you couldn’t help but return it.

“Thanks Tae, I’ll speak to my manager. You should go now though, don’t want to make Yoongi-ah wait too long.”

“He’ll be fine, besides you’re almost done right?”

“Yeah I am, but I feel bad. You don’t have to wait with me while I do cash up every time you’re here around closing time.”  You softly laughed.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. How else would we have become best friends if I didn’t start doing this in the first place?” Taehyung’s deep voice filled the quiet space around you and you walked out of the small staff room just in time to see him ripping open a sugar packet and pouring the contents into his mouth.

“Okay very true, but firstly I thought Jiminie and Kookie were your best friends, and secondly, how many times have I told you not to eat the sugar?” You quirked an eyebrow at his shocked expression, obviously not expecting you to walk out when you did, and laughed when he tried to hide the empty sugar packet in his pockets.

“I already saw you Tae, stop trying to hide it,” You laughed again, reaching over to turn off the lights above the barista bar, “and if you do it again, I’ll tell Jimin and Jungkook the next time they come in that you said I was your best friend and not them.”

To say Taehyung’s next expression was funny was an understatement, although it quickly changed to puppy dog eyes and you immediately covered your face with your hands to avoid being swayed by it.

“I promise I won’t do it again Y/N-noona, please don’t tell Jimin-ah and Jungkookie. Then they’ll get mad and try to steal you away from me as payback and I don’t want that.” Taehyung begged quietly.

A slight shiver ran down your spine which was probably the lingering effects of the air-conditioning which you had just shut off, but you could feel Taehyung’s warm hands wrap gently around your wrists as he tried to pry your hands away from your eyes.

He succeeded in making you move your hands but you kept your eyes shut childishly which only made him laugh softly and reach up with one hand to poke your nose.

“TaeTae, I have to lock up, please stop with the puppy dog eyes and I promise I won’t tell them.” You half joked half begged, and only opened one eye to see if he would comply. You saw him grin and nod before feeling the warmth of his hands leave your wrists, and only then did you open your other eye.

“Thank you Y/N-noona. Come, let’s lock up quick so you can get home safely.”

Your hand not holding the keys to the café was now gripped by his as he pulled you towards the front of the store and all you could do was laugh.


All you could ever do around Taehyung was laugh and smile most of the time because he brought that out in you and honestly, it was one of the things you looked forward to on the days you worked. If you had a morning shift and he came in, he’d start your day with a laugh and a smile that easily ended up lasting the whole day, and if he came in in the afternoon and you’d had a crappy day, he’d make it all disappear just as easily.

He was definitely a patch of sunshine in your everyday life, so when you didn’t seem him the next day, or the next, or the next 5 that followed, you couldn’t help but be a little gloomy and definitely couldn’t help the worry that had started building in the pit of your stomach around day 4.

Sure you could have messaged or called him, I mean it’s not like you didn’t have each other’s numbers, but there was one small problem with that fact. Although you had exchanged numbers a while back, neither of you had taken that first step into contacting the other and even though you would never admit it to anyone, you were basically a giant fucking baby and way too scared to initiate anything.

But as the 10th day was coming to a close, your worry was almost at its peak and you were sitting in the staff room with your phone clutched in your hand, text message staring back at you and your finger hovering over ‘send’.

You: Hey Tae, it’s Y/N. Haven’t seen you in a few days and was just wondering if you were alright? Also I tried this new smoothie combination and needed my guinea pig for a second opinion haha :) x

“Smiley face or no smiley face, kiss or no kiss.” You mumbled to yourself, going back and forth numerous times between no smiley face, a smiley face, a smiley face and a kiss or just a kiss.

The options ran through your mind, one after the next on a constant loop so when one of your co-workers came to tell you someone was looking for you, you pretty much got the fright of a lifetime because you were so stuck in your head.

“Oh my God, you almost gave me heart failure!” You gasped and jumped up with your hand clutched to your chest while your co-worker just laughed.

“Sorry Y/N, but there’s someone out here asking for you specifically, wants to say sorry about something or other?” She explained sweetly, and you just nodded, mumbling that you would be out in a minute once your heart started working again.

But just as you were going to put your phone away you looked down because you heard the distinct beep of a message being sent which was probably the same time your heart stopped again.

“Oh God no. No no no. Why me?” You collapsed back into the chair you had just got up from and were repeatedly banging your head against the table, groaning at your stupid mistake.

Not realising how long you had been sitting throwing yourself a pity party, your head snapped up when you heard a slight cough from the staff room door and you were about to tell your co-worker that you’d be out in a bit- but that definitely wasn’t anyone you worked with.

“You’re not supposed to be back here.” Was the first thing that popped out of your mouth before you realised what you had said and slapped a hand over your mouth.

“I know, but your manager-nim said it was okay and I wanted to speak to you about something Y/N-noona.”

“How many times have I told you not to call me that?” You grumbled on instinct, standing up and pocketing your phone so you could walk over and playfully smack your visitor’s chest.

“A few, but not as many times as Taehyung.” Namjoon grinned, dimple on full display while you laughed.

“I swear, only Jin is older than me yet you are all taller than me and won’t listen when I tell you not to call me noona, why?” You joked as Namjoon pulled you in for a hug that you happily returned, grateful that he had actually come to you because if you were in the front you wouldn’t be able to do it without worrying about rumours, and not knowing how much you had needed one until he held you tight.

After he released you, you gestured to the chair opposite the one you had just been sitting on and he took the hint and sat down, you joining him shortly after going to make his order quickly.

“So, why did I walk in on you banging your head against the table? That’s not good for you, you know?” Namjoon laughed softly before taking a sip of his iced coffee and gesturing to it, “Thanks by the way. You’re the only one who gets it exactly right.”

“No problem, and to answer your question, I was hoping that if I hit my head hard enough it would erase my idiotic mistake.” You took a sip of your own iced hot chocolate and pulled a face, thinking about the text you had sent.

“What mistake?”

“ItextedTaehyungandcalledhimmyguineapig” You rushed out, promptly covering your face after doing so and hoping he wouldn’t make you repeat yourself.

“You texted Taehyung and called him your guinea pig?” Namjoon sounded beyond confused and you chanced looking up to see a matching confused expression on his face. “I’m not sure I’m understanding you.”

Sighing, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and went in to the message you had sent to Taehyung. Putting your phone flat on the table, you pushed it towards him to read while you resumed your previous action of banging your head against the table.

Just as you were about to bring your head down again for maybe the twentieth time, a warm, soft palm was placed between your forehead and the table, preventing the bump and making you roll your eyes up to look at the owner of said hand.

“I don’t see why it’s that bad that you’re trying to injure yourself?” Namjoon finally questioned and you made a noise between a groan and a cry before lifting up your head to face him properly.

“You don’t understand Joon. I basically told him I was worried about him, called him my guinea pig, put a kiss at the end and let’s not forget I. Texted. Him. First.” You face was now back in your hands and you could hear Namjoon chuckling softly.

“I still don’t see how any of that is a problem? So what that he knows you were worried, he worries about you all the time, he’d probably like being called your guinea pig knowing him, the kiss you can play off that you put that at the end of all your texts and texting him first? He’s too bloody scared to do it so fina-fucking-lly one of you did because we’ve all been dying.”

You whipped your head up to look at him so quickly after his little speech and only once he’d realised all he’d said did his eyes go wide.

“He worries about me? He’d like me calling him my guinea pig? He was too scared to message me first?” You rattled off questions and Namjoon looked more worried as each of them passed your lips. “What aren’t you telling me Namjoon-ah?”

“Fuck. Can’t we pretend I didn’t say that and instead just came here to tell you that Taehyungie was sick for a few days and that’s why he hasn’t come past, because he’s been resting.” He looked at you hopefully.

“Nope. You’re going to spill what you know right now or I won’t make you iced coffee again.” You narrowed your eyes at him and he scratched the back of his neck before sighing and nodding.

“Right so I shouldn’t be saying any of this but…”


“You can do this.” You repeatedly mumbled to yourself like a mantra, wiping down the tables and stacking all the chairs as you thought about your conversation earlier in the day with Namjoon.

It was quite something to take in and if you were being honest with yourself you really did not expect it, at all.

You especially didn’t expect to have to face Taehyung so soon after everything Namjoon had told you, yet your phone was sitting heavily in your pocket with a message you had received from Namjoon about 10 minutes ago.

Giant-Joon: Just a heads up, a certain BTS member just woke up and left in a hurry with his phone in his hand because ‘oh my God I can’t believe I- I have to- *trips putting shoes on* bye’. So be prepared for a visit sometime soon noona :P x

You had almost dropped your phone when you read that, but after the initial shock had passed you had quickly typed back something along the lines of ‘thanks, and stop calling me noona!’ and pocketed your phone to continue with tiding up.

However when the bell above the door chimed to let you know someone had entered, you could feel your heart pick up its pace and your hands were slightly shaking as you picked up another chair.

“Hi Tae.” You called out, turning to face him once you had schooled your face into a calm expression, a smile playing on your lips.

He stopped dead in his tracks from walking up to surprise you and frowned, “How did you know it was me?”

“Namjoon.” Was all you said and you watched as his expression changed from frowning to one of equal parts shock and worry.

Taehyung didn’t say anything else for a little while so you took that as your chance to approach him and lay a hand on his forehead, checking his temperature and making his expression change to one of complete shock.

“How are you feeling Tae? Better?” You gently asked and he looked slightly dazed before nodding and shooting you a smile.

“Much better thanks. Sorry for making you worry.” He grinned and pointed to his phone that was currently in his hand and open on your text, and it was now your turn to look shocked, not expecting him to be so forward about it.

“Uh yeah, well next time let me know what’s going on before more than 10 days pass.” You tried to cover your embarrassment by scolding him, playfully smacking his arm before turning to continue stacking chairs and so he couldn’t see your flushed cheeks.

“Sorry Y/N-noona, I’ve been sleeping most of the time so I didn’t even think to say something, but I’m glad you messaged me.” His voice was close by and you knew if you took a few steps back, you would most likely bump into his chest.

“Well as long as you’re rested now and feeling better, I can stop thinking you died or something.”

Taehyung chuckled at your obvious joke about him being dead and you knew he was even closer than before because you could feel his breath on your neck and shoulder as he laughed.

“Also I’m glad I messaged you too,” You looked over your shoulder to shoot him a smile, “one of us had to take the first step.” You quietly mumbled the last bit and walked forward to move to the next table, picking up the disinfectant spray bottle and cloth you had set down before greeting Taehyung.

“What was that?”


“Oh, I said I’m glad I messaged you too.” You repeated, biting your lip as you stayed turned from him, knowing that was not all you had said.

“Yeah I heard that, but what did you say after that?” Taehyung questioned.

You heard him take 3 steps in your direction and if it had been anyone else you would probably still have a reasonable space between you, but this was Taehyung, with his stupid long legs that now put him back to being right behind you.

“Are you sure you’re better Tae? Maybe you need to get your ears checked because I didn’t say anything else.”


“I call lies.” You could almost hear the grin in Taehyung’s voice and so you took a deep breath before turning to face him.

“Fine,” You set down the spray bottle and cloth again and looked up to meet his gaze, “I said, one of us had to take the first step. And as much as it was a pure accident that I sent it and I pretty much freaked the fuck out afterwards, I’m glad I did because Namjoon told me that you were too chicken to do it.” With your hands on your hips as you finished your sentence, it only took about 5 seconds for you to realise what you had said and another 5 for your whole body to heat up and your face to flush with embarrassment.

Thankfully though Taehyung looked equally as embarrassed by what you had said, obviously now knowing that Namjoon had given away one of his secrets, which only made him hope that was all he had said.

“Wait, you said it was an accident that you messaged me?” He suddenly queried and you choked out a laugh, looking down at your hands that were now no longer on your hips and instead clasped together as you twiddled your thumbs.

“Uh yeah, about that? You see, I had typed the message and was debating whether to send it or not, when I got a fright and pressed send.” You almost whispered out, not daring to look up.

“So if you hadn’t gotten a fright, you wouldn’t have messaged me?”

“Yes. Wait no. Fuck! Maybe?” You stuttered out all at once, not really knowing which one you meant because if you hadn’t accidentally hit send, you don’t know whether you’d have had the guts to even do it at all.

“Which one is it?” Taehyung quirked an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on his lips which, as soon as you’d seen it, made your embarrassment turn into something else.

Two can play at that game then.

“That’s for me to know. But one thing I do know is that if I hadn’t said anything you wouldn’t have dared to even try.” You felt your own smirk make its way onto your face and saw Taehyung’s resolve falter slightly.

“Yah, I tried multiple times, but nothing seemed good enough for noona!” Taehyung blurted out but no sooner than he had did he slap a hand over his mouth, his cheeks tinging pink.

“Nothing was good enough for noona you say?” You teased, shaking your head at him.

“Stop it Y/N-noona, leave your guinea pig alone.” He retorted, cheeks still flamed but with a spark in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

“Alright, I’ll stop,” You smiled sweetly, feeling a twinge of something you couldn’t identify in the pit of your stomach, “and instead you can finally taste the smoothie I was talking about that made me refer to you as my guinea pig, which was a joke by the way.”

You made your way back around the counter as you spoke and crouched down momentarily, disappearing from Taehyung’s site, to get out the smoothie you had made for him after you’d received the text from Namjoon.

“What’s in it?” Taehyung now approached the counter and looked at the brightly coloured smoothie, trying to figure out what it was.

“Well just so you know, I was going to call you the only one brave enough besides me to try what I make, but that was a bit too long and guinea pig was easier.” You giggled, pushing the drink towards him and handing him a straw, “But I want you to try this first and guess what’s in it before I tell you.”

Taehyung laughed at your first statement, but you could see the determination set in his eyes once you’d told him to guess.

Confidently, he unwrapped the straw and pushed it into the lid, picking up the smoothie and settling the straw between his soft pink lips, he took a big pull and you watched in anticipation as to what his reaction would be.

Surprise was the first one, followed shortly by confusion, happiness and then a grimace which made you worry.

“What? What’s wrong with it? Why did you pull a face?” You suddenly found yourself back on the other side of counter, now standing next to Taehyung as he slowly put the drink down and turned to face you.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong with it.” He gently rested his hands on your shoulders and you could feel some of the unknown tension that had been there, leave.

“Then what was with the face at the end?” You questioned softly.

“Oh, that face? That was brain freeze,” He laughed quietly and you found yourself laughing lightly too, “but I’m ready to make my guess.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“Definitely orange, pineapple I’m sure, maybe carrots and something else but I can’t place it.” Taehyung listed off and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“That was literally almost 100 percent right!” You grinned, bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement. “You just missed out mango and 500mg of vitamin C. But was it really okay?”

As the doubt started invading your mind, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, your fingers fiddling with your apron as a frown etched its way onto your face, clearly giving away your worry to anyone who knew you well enough to know your nervous habits.

Taehyung just so happened to be one of those people.

“Hey Y/N, it’s really good, I swear. I wouldn’t say otherwise if I didn’t mean it. What’s got you so worries about this one anyways?” Taehyung moved his one hand from your shoulder to reach under your chin and tilt your head up, his thumb lightly resting under your bottom lip gently pulled down to remove your lip from between your teeth as he stared at you with concern.

“It’s nothing, I just-” You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, “I was worried about you and when I heard you were sick it didn’t really help you know? So, fuck, it seems stupid but I’d made this smoothie for myself before when I’ve been sick and it really helped me, and I had sort of figured you had to be sick if you didn’t come in, so that’s why I hoped you’d like it. This is the first thing I’ve let anyone try that could actually do more than be something that tastes nice to drink, and I wanted your opinion before speaking to my manager about it.”

Even though he had lifted your chin, you still couldn’t meet his gaze and instead cast your eyes down to look at his chest when something else he had said registered in your mind.

“Oh my God, that’s the first time you didn’t call me noona.” You had no problem meeting his gaze now and your initial smile turned into a full blown grin when you saw his cheeks tinge pink again.

“Sorry Y/N-noona-”

“No!” You cut Taehyung off, placing a hand over his mouth all while laughing, “I like it. Please rather just call me Y/N?”

He looked like he was considering something before nodding slowly so you’d remove your hand.

“Okay, Y/N.” He looked like saying your name by itself was foreign to him, yet a smile played at his lips at the same time. “What I was going to say was, I understand now why it was important to you and thank you for worrying about me enough to let me try your special smoothie.”

His cheeks were still pink and you could feel your own face start to heat up, hoping he couldn’t feel it too on the hand that was still under your chin.

Please Lord, it’s enough that he’s going to see it, give me this one thing.

“What are you going to call it?” He suddenly asked and you had been waiting for that question since he’d tasted it.

“I want to name it, Vitamin T.” You felt your face heat up even more and knew there was no way he wouldn’t feel it, because he would definitely be able to see it.

“T? Why T?”

“Because,” You bravely looked up to meet his cute, questioning gaze before continuing, “I can’t very well call it Vitamin Taehyung and T sounds like C, so I thought it fit.”

“You want to name it after me? But why?” Taehyung’s cheeks went even pinker and shyly looked away.

“I want it to name it after you because you’re like a vitamin to me. Fuck, that sounds so stupid but you honestly just brighten up my days and always make me feel better no matter what. You’re such a bright, warm, caring, bubbly person and constantly try to make everyone smile and be happy, making jokes and being sweet. So I wanted to do something for you, even if it’s just this and we’re the only two who know the reason behind the name.” You lip was back between your teeth and you were rocking back and forth on your heels, back to not being able to meet his eyes.

“Wow.” Taehyung breathed out after a few moments of silence, “You really think that of me?” His voice wavered and you chanced a small glance up to see what looked like awe on his face, before casting your eyes down again and nodding.

It was quiet between the two of you again and you were just about to step away when you felt the familiar tug of his thumb under your lip, releasing it from your teeth once more. At the same moment he tilted your chin up a little more so you would have no choice but to look him in the eye, and took a deep breath as if he was preparing to say something.

“This whole time,” He started, voice shaking slightly, “I’ve thought you were really beautiful, which is why I didn’t say much at first, because I was too shy. But then, we started talking and you treated me like a normal person and you were kind and funny, and you made different drinks for me to taste and let me talk about my weird ideas and didn’t judge me for them, but thought about them too, and you were sweet and thoughtful and I started to like you. I couldn’t help it. After we swopped numbers I tried so many times to say something, but like I already said, nothing seemed good enough for you. There were days where I would sit with a text open to you, trying to find the right words to say, but nothing came out. Then one day, Yoongi-hyung saw me staring at my phone and came and asked me what was wrong. I caved and told him and he said he’d help me, that he’d help me build my confidence and be able to speak to you like how I wanted to, which is why we’ve both been spending more time here together. Yoongi-hyung said it’d be easier to do it around you for inspiration, which I think was just code for he just wanted to see me get flustered, but that’s not the point. My point is that I really like you Y/N and I swear to God if you keep pulling your lip between your teeth I’m going to kiss you and I don’t want to do that if it’ll be uncomfortable for you.”

You felt as if all the air had been knocked out of your lungs at his confession and felt your heartbeat race even faster as you made your decision on what you were going to do.

Looking up at Taehyung, you made certain the decision was clear in your gaze as you slowly and purposefully pulled your bottom lip between your teeth again, challenge glinting in your eyes as you saw confusion and then determination flit through his.

Your eyes closed as Taehyung brought his lips down onto yours, his thumb pulling your lip free yet again before capturing it between his, the hand on your chin now slipping behind your neck and tangling into your hair as he moved the other that had still been on your shoulder, to rest on your waist and gently pull you closer.

You stood on you tiptoes as you slid your hands up his chest, one arm hooking around to hold onto his broad shoulders as the other reached up so you could run your fingers through his hair, nails scratching slightly at the nape of his neck which made stifle a groan. His tongue lightly swept across your bottom lip asking for entrance, and you didn’t hesitate in the slightest, opening your mouth to let your breath mingle and tongues fight for dominance.

It was not a question who’s won, but you didn’t mind, arms around his shoulders trying to pull him impossibly closer even though you were already pressed up against each other.

The hand that hand been tangled in your hair slowly traced down the side of your neck, across your shoulder and around and down your back to mimic the position of the other one at your waist. And when Taehyung squeezed gently, pulling at the same time as if he also wanted you closer still, you sighed into his mouth, stretching even further up on your tiptoes as if it would help.

He made a sound of annoyance in the back of his throat and the next thing you knew his hands had traced down to your thighs and he lifted you up, placing you on the counter in front of him so you no longer had to stretch to reach him, all without breaking the kiss.

The new position made you basically the same height and as he slotted himself between your legs and they gently hooked around his waist, you tightened your hold on his shoulders so your chests were flush together. His one hand went back to its previous position of being tangled in your hair, thumb gently rubbing the skin on your neck, and the other reached up to cup the side of your cheek sweetly.

Kissing was not new to you, you were a grown up for fuck’s sake and had had a boyfriend before. Yet right here and right now, kissing Taehyung, if felt different. Maybe was his insanely sweet confession before, maybe it was the fact that you had been secretly harbouring a crush on him for a while, hell, maybe it was because he was just so damn beautiful to look at, it made you wonder how he even managed to like someone like you. But one thing was for sure, it was the best you’d ever experienced in your 23 years of life and you couldn’t really find the will to want to stop, even though you needed a breath longer than the ones between kisses.

There weren’t any fireworks or sparks flying to make it great, but rather it made your skin tingle and created an incredible warmth all through your body that you only ever felt when you went to visit your mom and dad.


You were both so caught up in the moment, lost in each other, that when you heard a shout outside, you both whipped your head in that direction to see what it was.

“Yah, all you bastards owe 25 000 Won each, I called it!”

It was Hoseok.

And the rest of BTS.

Peering at you through the window with matching grins on their faces.

“Fuck!” You hid your face against Taehyung’s chest and he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. “They had to give me heart failure and embarrass the hell out of me at the same time, didn’t they?”

“It’s kind of their thing,” He murmured in your ear, “But it’s a good thing I locked the door from the inside right?” He finished and pulled back to wink at you, making your blush return.

“You sneaky little devil.” You smirked at him and watched in amusement as the rest of BTS tried -and failed- to enter the café, stopping to look at both of you in shock while still holding onto the door handle and trying to pull it open.

“Come on, unlock the door please noona.” Jungkook and Jimin begged from outside and you just looked at them blankly before holding a hand up to your ear.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you, the door’s locked.” You shouted back, laughing when they pulled almost matching sulking faces. “And I told you to stop calling me noona.” You added as an afterthought which Taehyung choke on a laugh in front of you.

“Y/N-ah, please let us in, or at least me. Jin-hyung and Yoongi-hyung won’t stop smacking me for referring to them as bastards when they know I didn’t mean it like that.” Hoseok yelled, rattling the door as if it would help and looking at you with pleading eyes.

“That’s your own fault for betting on us.” Taehyung called back, rolling his eyes for only you to see and you giggled in response.

“Fine, then we’re leaving you here and you can find your own way home.” Hoseok retorted childishly.

“That’s okay, I can drop him back at the dorms later, I don’t mind.” You were smiling at Taehyung as you said this and he looked down at you, his box grin gracing his still swollen lips and his eyes sparkling.

“Really, you don’t mind?” He softly asked and you shook your head ‘no’.

With that, he leaned forward to place another kiss on your lips and you immediately responded, the kiss being something much slower, sweeter and gentler this time. You started softly running your fingers through his hair and he sighed into the kiss, leaning more towards you.

You heard a collective, “Get a room!” from outside and just lifted your hand that wasn’t in Taehyung’s hair, to flip them off.

That just made them laugh and while Jin jokingly called out a “Rude!”

There was also a, “That’s my boy!” from Yoongi to Taehyung.

A, “That’s my girl!” from Namjoon to you.

And a collective, “Bye!” from them all, although you swear you heard Jungkook say “Bye noona!” Which normally would have been enough for you to correct him, but you normally didn’t have Taeyhung’s lips attached to your own so you let it slip, just this once.

All of this went on outside but you and Taehyung ignored them all, rather focusing on each other until you needed to lean back for some air.

“Tae?” You quietly mumbled, forehead resting against his shoulder as he placed soft kisses on you neck.

“Yeah?” He responded just as quietly, his breath against your skin making your shiver slightly and lean into him more, wrapping your arms around him in a hug as you rested your head on his chest.

“Something’s been bugging me about your confession.”

He stopped lazily trailing his hand up and down your spine and leaned back a little, other hand sliding out of your hair and back to your chin to tilt it up.

“What is that?”

You smiled and shook your head at the slight look of concern on his face, moving a hand to smooth out the furrow between his eyebrows.

“Not like that silly, don’t look worried. It’s just, you said you tried to message me loads of times, but nothing ever seemed right.” He nodded at this, about to speak, but you placed a finger against his lips.

“Tae, you were honest with how you felt about me, so I’m going to be honest now too. I’ve had the biggest crush on you and liked you now for ages. Whenever you came in here with Yoongi and I heard you talking about girls, it made me think I’d never stand a chance with you. And I’ve already told what an amazing person you are, which is what made me like you in the first place, but mostly it’s that you make me feel like I can be completely myself around you and not have to worry about anything. So the fact that you were too scared to say anything because you were worried it wouldn’t be good enough? You could’ve just said ‘hi’ and it would have been more than enough.”

You managed to get everything out while meeting Taehyung’s gaze and it was completely worth it as you watched the happiness bloom in his eyes and his box grin claim his face.

Taking you by surprise he leaned forward and once again claimed your lips with his own, kissing you with so much force and passion that it made you gasp and he easily slipped his tongue inside, his one hand resting on your waist as the other wrapped around your back, holding you as close to him as possible.

The hand in his hair tightened slightly when he’d made you gasp, which in turn made him groan lowly into your mouth, while your other hand ran up and down back tracing unknown patterns. Your legs squeezed him closer to you of their own accord, and at some point his lips left yours, only to trail across your cheek and jaw, down your neck and back up as if looking for something. Clearly they found it when you sucked in a breath through your teeth when they landed on your sweet spot, and he stopped to assault the spot until you knew there would be a mark there tomorrow, kissing it softly when he was done before returning his lips back to yours.

Eventually though the kiss slowed down, back into something gentle and sweet, and Taehyung pecked your lips several times -and your nose once- before leaning back to meet your gaze.