a coffee for getting over winter

Imagine a Mannequin Challenge holiday video for the Providence Falconers to Mindy Gledhill’s Winter Moon, where the camera starts from the outside of the arena in the parking lot, where you see Snowy and Tater getting their bags out of their car for practice, the two of them juggling several bags of what seems to be breakfast pastries and cups of coffee. The camera pans again and brings the viewers inside the building, where you see Poots mid-stuffing his face with a sandwich. Marty and Thirdy look like they’re arguing over their cereal, with Marty ready to throw his spoon and Guy rolling his eyes from his seat as he peels a banana. The camera pans again to George, who is with some of the PR interns; her hand is stretched out to Tater in warning (the other is holding her coffee), who is currently piggybacking Snowy like he’s the getaway ride, and Snowy is cradling about twenty bags of chips he probably stole from the break room. 

The camera then switches over the inside of the rink; the players are now all in gear. You see Marty leading his son by the hand across the ice, frozen, and Thirdy and his wife watching their daughter, who is posed in a running position. Camera pans to two rookies struggling to pull a plastic sled, which Tater is gleefully sitting in. The scene shows more Falconers and their families and friends, all engaged in various comical poses. Players with their wives or girlfriends as random rookies dangle mistletoe over their heads; Santa hats all over the place, dads pretending to swing their giggling children around. There’s even one where Snowy is smiling shyly at one of the Falcs trainers, who offers him a forkful of what looks to be pie as he leans over the board separating the ice from the rest of the stadium. The camera then zooms in to Tater in the background again, inexplicably holding two whole pies while trying to fend off disgruntled rookies attempting to steal one of the pies from him. Bad Bob and Alicia are even in the video; Alicia’s hand is playfully shoved in Bob’s face as she pretends to push him away to get to the pies Tater is holding, and Bob is making the worst, dramatically distressed expression like, “Why are you doing this to me wife?????” 

The last scene the camera pans to is Jack Zimmermann, sitting on the railings with Eric Bittle, his face turned slightly as he kisses Bitty’s jaw. Bitty’s face is flushed and his eyes are closed in pleasure as he grins, holding a Starbucks drink. Jack has one arm around Bitty’s waist, and the other hand is holding mistletoe over their heads. Their matching rings are both clearly visible in the shot, and the video fades to black, ending with the caption, “Happy holidays, from our family to yours.”

This one’s for @satsuci​ who’s been under a lot of stress lately! Hope you get better hun. We really care about you!

Anyway! Here we are with our dear ladies, having a walk during lovely, snowy, wintery evening, sipping on coffee/hot chocolate. As you can see I experimented with my style again, but just LOOK AT THIS UNDYNE.

Anyway! Hope you’re pleased with the result! If you want, please check it out on my twitter, which is over here! Thank you all and take care Mado! ^^ Have a wonderful and peaceful holiday everyone!

Over and Over Again

Anonymous Requested: We broke up but no one makes coffee the way you do and I really need a cup so can I come over? 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff 
Word Count: 3,520


It starts with one hazy winter morning and a single phone call.

You’ve always been a relatively light sleeper, a trait of your life you’ve always secretly hated because it’s always stopped you from getting through the night peacefully, but this time it’s a part of yourself you just want to fling off a cliff and curse to the heavens and back. Who on earth would even bother trying to call you at a time like—!

“What the fuck?” You let out in a groan, voice husky from sleep as your hand blindly reaches across to the nightstand, fingers dragging along the surface to try and feel for your phone. Your head is swimming with the abruptness of early morning, the neurons in your brain going at a rapid pace in hasty attempts to right yourself up for the new day. “What time is it…?”

Somehow, your fingers manage to clasp around the rectangular object that is your phone, and you peel an eye open long enough to catch the bright green numbers on your digital clock. The fact that the sun hasn’t even risen over the horizon should be warning bell number 1 that whoever is calling you definitely doesn’t deserve a reply if they’re going to interrupt what little sleep you already get, but you think you would much rather give this person a piece of your mind as—!

You don’t even bother trying to read the fine print of the caller ID before you tug the phone from the charging unit, rolling onto your stomach and—“What?”

“Oh, sorry, is this a bad time?”

The arm that isn’t propped up to keep the phone to your ear straightens like a board, driving you off the bed, the warmth of the covers long forgotten as your heart immediately sets on going into overdrive as it courses through your body. The feelings are almost vague, foreign, nearly forgotten, yet something so nostalgic that your heart already knows the answer before your mind could conjure up a question.


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Office Christmas Party (Steve x Reader) (Part 2/2)

A/N: I’m so tired. I hope you enjoy the last part! Here’s the link to part one! (x)

prompt: Steve and Reader are co-planners for the annual company Christmas party, just one problem, they completely HATE each other.

word count: 1506

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“So, I guess, call me?” you muttered as you shoved a piece of paper with your cell phone number scrawled on it into Steve’s hands as he chuckled in reply, neatly folding it up and tucking it away in his coat pocket. The act made your blood boil in anger, as your frustration at your boss’ actions made you grumpy and annoyed.

“Totally not how I imagined getting your number,” he joked, shivering into his jacket subtly as the winter winds picked up. Many of your co-workers had left but the two of you decided to talk over coffee after Perry dismissed you. By talking over coffee, you meant the two of you passively aggressively texting your desk mates over the current situation and getting more frustrated when all they send back is four laughing emojis. Finally, you called it quits, deciding the coffee date was nothing more than a waste of time.

“I’m serious, Steve. You need to call me,” you glared, making him promise you silently as you attempted to intimidate him with you gaze. You could see he tried hard not to laugh as the corner of his lips twitched in reaction, the little hairs of his beard quivering as well.

In the end, he couldn’t help it as he busted in laughter, sticking his hands in his coat pocket as he bent down. “I’m sorry. It’s just, you’re just pretty cute when you’re trying to scary. I’ll call you (Y/N). Do you want me to call a cab for you?”

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snow days - c.h.

summary: you and your best friend calum have a relaxing day together when last night’s snowstorm cancelled today’s school day. 

❄ holiday masterlist 

Layers of powdery-fresh snow dusted nearly every surface, streets slick with ice, and icicles dangling from the rooftops. The first snowfall of the season was always the prettiest, making the neighborhood look like a winter wonderland, but the school seemed to get the worst of it, which was why you woke up with a notification from your teacher, letting you know school would be cancelled today. You responded by pulling your blankets back over your head and drifting back to sleep.

When you awoke again hours later, you wrapped your blankets around your shoulders and sleepily stumbled down the stairs, ditching the coffee maker and fixing yourself some hot chocolate instead. As you waited for the milk to heat up, you heard a faint knock on your front door, followed by a familiar voice that never failed to brighten your day. “Y/N, let me in, it’s fucking freezing.”

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Coffee Thoughts

The coffee doesn’t feel the same
This morning.
As if too much is not enough that
I’m needing.
More and more, I keep my pouring
Still going.
Maybe, today will be the day that I’ll
Be letting go.

It’s cold outside, December finally
My house is cold, I’m getting old
I’m thinking.
These thoughts, each day, constantly
Keep me striving.
This depression, turns obsessive,
Madly driving.

I grab a hold of my winter coat and
Wrap it tightly.
The heater’s on, the fireplace is
Burning brightly.
The year’s almost over now and I’m
Sinking quickly.
My guitar, my words to write, I’d be lost

Needing more, but can’t rely as people
Come and go.
Mixed emotions, questioned notions,
How do we know.
What’s behind the masks that hide
What they show.
Too much to think, I’m giving in
Letting go.

The coffee starts to feel the same…

-H. Murcia 12/3/2016 10:59AM


(obviously just switch pronouns around to suit your situation!)

Imagine your TC getting home from work late in winter - he had to stay back and grade papers but was too distracted to get them all done. Now it’s almost 8pm, it’s pitch black outside and the house is cold. He’s decided to make a coffee and stay up late to finish off his marking. His housemate has just finished having dinner and is about to head off to bed when he comes in - they’re close enough. They’ve known each other since college, he tilts his head to one side and looks over at his friend - your tc - and asks;

“So, who is she?”


“(TC Name), I’ve known you long enough to know when there’s a girl under your skin.” He cocks an eyebrow at him and leans over the counter with that knowing sort of look in his eye.

“No one, she’s - it’s no one.”

“Don’t be like that now!”

“It’s complicated.”

“What, she’s got a boyfriend? not interested? lives in a different state?”

“You could say something like that.”

“Well, I’m sure it can’t be that bad.” He turns, leaving the room and heading toward his bedroom leaving your tc weak at the knees by his fresh cup of coffee.

“It is that bad” he whispers to himself

“She’s my student.”

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White Christmas (Miniminter x Reader) (Drabble)

Light shone almost directly into (Y/n)’s eyes. She groaned and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. “Hey, babe.” Simon said rubbing (Y/n)’s shoulder, “It’s snowing right now.”

“It is?” She asked breathlessly.

“Yeah! We got a white Christmas this time.” He said smiling, propping himself up.

“It’s about time. It’s been too warm for winter.” She said sitting up.

“Yeah…” Simon said before leaning over and kissing her, “Do you want coffee or tea for when we unwrap presents?”

“Oh, Simon! You don’t have to!” (Y/n) said holding onto Simon’s hand to keep him from getting out of bed.

“Yes I do! It’s Christmas. You’re my girlfriend and you always do everything. I thought it would be nice for me to do something for you.”

“Simon…” (Y/n) whined.

“Just this once, okay?” Simon said smiling and grabbing a sweatshirt to wear downstairs. “I love you.”

Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop

This was written for the absolutely fantastic @chocolatequeennk, who was having a crappy day. Here is some ridiculous coffee shop fluff for you, my dear.

Ten x Rose, coffee shop AU, ~1600 words

Rose meets John at his shop for a celebratory end-of-finals lunch, but after she gets there, they’ll have a better cause to celebrate.


Rose shivered as she stepped into the warmth of the café that was just a few blocks from her uni. She’d just finished her last final exam, and was eager for the winter holidays. She hadn’t seen much of her boyfriend these last few weeks, what with her being busy studying, and him being busy with running the coffee shop that had a never-ending influx of harried students and professors.

But now that her semester was over, she and John agreed to celebrate by going out to lunch together during John’s break.

Though, as Rose glanced around the bustling shop, she had an impression they wouldn’t make it out for lunch. No matter. John’s shop sold perfectly lovely sandwiches.

Rose flashed John a bright grin when she spotted him behind the counter. He threw her a lazy salute before turning his attention back to the line of customers in front of him. She meandered to the only open table at the back of the shop and settled in, knowing John would join her when the immediate rush ended.

Ten minutes later, she heard him call her name. She glanced up to see him jogging towards her, shedding his work apron as he moved.

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Prompt 8: ‘GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIBRARY SPOT YOU BITCH’ college!au - @pretentiosity

Dean shook off the snow from his hair and shoulders as he entered the university library.

This morning had been a nightmare. He’d overslept and then gone into the kitchen to find all the coffee gone from the pot. He’d grumbled his entire way to the closest coffee shop.

Dean hated the whole premise of a coffee shop. Why couldn’t he just get a normal cup of coffee without all the floofly extras? Plus, the prices were always too high. Over three dollars for something that barely passed as coffee? No thank you. He just wanted a caffeine fix, not to take out a mortgage on a house he didn’t even own yet.

Despite his dislike for coffee shops, Dean did have to admit that the caffeine boost did help his walk through the snow. The contrast of the warmth in his hands and the cold on his face helped to wake him up.

Finals were coming up before winter break and Dean had taken to spending as much time in the library as possible. He was becoming such a present figure in the building that the library staff would greet him by name when they saw him. They even let him bring food and drink into the library even though it was against the rules.

Dean was always grateful for the staff looking the other way when they saw him snacking because it meant he didn’t have to leave what had now become known as his spot.

It was the best place to sit in the library. It was far enough away from the door that the cold breeze didn’t catch him when people passed in and out through out the day. It also had the best view of the campus when it snowed. Dean liked to look at it to calm himself when his brain became too overloaded with information. 

He made his way through the maze of bookshelves, ready to take up his position at said spot. Bag slung over his shoulder, he was ready to spend another day cramming for his exams.

But when he walked past the final bookshelf he saw another person already occupying his intended spot.

Anger and annoyance filled him. Everyone knew that it was an unspoken law never to sit in that spot.

Get out of my library spot you bitch!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see your name on it.” Castiel - as his clearly labeled folder stated – smirked.

Crap. Dean hadn’t realized he’d said that out loud.

“Come on dude. I overslept.” Dean near-whined.

Castiel didn’t look fazed. He didn’t even look up from the textbook he was taking notes from.

“What’s the saying? Oh yes. You snooze, you lose.”

“Dude, don’t be a dick.” Dean pouted.

Castiel finally looked up but only gave Dean a defiant squint in response.

“Fine.” Dean huffed. He didn’t completely give up though. Instead, he dropped his bag on the table next to Castiel.

“What are you doing?” Castiel whispered loudly. Dean’s bag had made a bang when it landed on the surface of the table resulting in people had turned to glare at the source of the noise.

Dean ignored the stares and plopped himself down on a seat. “Working.”


Two hours later – after working next to each other in complete silence – Castiel got up to leave.

Dean sighed to himself before speaking up.

“Does this mean I finally get my spot back?”

“Yes it does. You’re welcome.” Castiel answered, mockingly.

Dean rolled his eyes in response.

Then a small grin spread across his face.

“I’ll see you later?” He asked.

Castiel smiled back. “Yeah.”

“Good. Bye babe. Love you -” Dean said as Castiel began to walk away.

However, before he could get too far, Dean stood quickly and grabbed his arm, pulling Castiel close to his body.

“-but if you ever make me buy floofy coffee, and take my library spot again, I’ll remove all sex privileges for a week.”

Castiel’s eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t.”

Dean held Castiel’s stare for a few seconds before relenting. “Okay, I wouldn’t; but no bee documentaries! I know you’ve got like five in the planner but they’ll mysteriously vanish if this happens again.”

“Okay, fine.” Castiel murmured.

“Good.” Dean replied cheerily.

“But, you do secretly love hazelnut frappes. Just admit it.”

“Okay, fine.” Dean murmured.

“Good.” Castiel replied cheerily.


After Cas had finally left – allowing Dean to move back to his spot, and promising homemade hazelnut frappes when he got home later – Dean’s phone vibrated with a message.

From: Cas <3:

           tbf you shouldn’t have told me what a good spot it was ;p though I have to disagree with one aspect. the snowy campus wasn’t the best view to be seen in the library. the best view was the one sat next to me the entire time xx

Dean rolled his eyes and blushed lightly. His boyfriend was such a dork.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one, I hope you enjoyed reading it!

Reserve a prompt here.

Whizzer Headcanons

-Whizzer loves ABBA and Marvin hates them but will always go for impromptu dance battles to Dancing Queen
-Marvin is a coffee guy but, he always accepts tea offered by Whizzer because he knows he likes it and just wants to be nice to his boyfriend
-Whizzer gets Cordelia to pluck and shape his eyebrows bimonthly. They make a day of it.
-Whizzer ‘forgets’ winter scarves/hats/gloves etc because they always clash with his outfit so Marvin brings along extras when they go out.
-Whizzer makes a scene over accepting them but he does greatfully and thanks Marvin quietly for putting up with him
-Whizzer Brown must have pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving. No pie, no sex
-Whizzer and Jason practiced playing chess prior to 'The Chess Game’ and he wanted to blame him for the breakup but he just couldn’t

Sign Aesthetics
  • Aries: Summer nights, catching fireflies and having bonfire parties
  • Taurus: Looking out the bus window with music in your ears, thinking about what could happen
  • Gemini: Luminaries, singing winter songs and sitting in front of the fireplace
  • Cancer: Road trips, those milkshake machines that are only at gas stations
  • Leo: Baking cookies with your family/friends, fake arguing over who gets to eat the leftover dough
  • Virgo: Playing in leaf piles and carving pumpkins
  • Libra: A bookstore with nothing in it but you and the shelves upon shelves of books, it smells like coffee
  • Scorpio: Burying your feet in the sand, tossing pebbles across the water.
  • Sagittarius: Staying up all night on the phone with someone and falling asleep together
  • Capricorn: State fairs with your best friend, funnel cake
  • Aquarius: Lying down on the sidewalk and staring at the clouds, describing their shapes
  • Pisces: Freshly dried sheets, sleeping after a hard day of working
A Merlin Recovery Pack

- for dexterandsaracen, and anyone else suffering after the finale.




For A Thousand Years  [E] [15312]

Merlin has lived for almost longer than he can remember. He works day-to-day in a coffee shop, when one day the magic in the air shifts and the lake of Avalon boils. The Once and Future King is returning.

(Un)like any other [E] [20681]

It could have been the classic scene: Running into each other, knocking coffee over, buying the bloke a fresh coffee and with a bit of luck, getting laid. But then the girl had pulled Merlin’s jeans up and revealed an artificial leg.

Finding Home [E] [7857]

When Gaius retires a new physician takes over and quickly kicks Merlin out of his room and takes it for himself. Arthur finds Merlin sleeping in the stables…and it’s winter.

Nerf Wars [T] [1839]

For the prompt: I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Good luck. xo’ AU

To Let Lie What’s Done [T] [1434]

Arthur is not Merlin’s to have, not after the way Merlin failed him so completely at Camlann.

Post-it Note Romance [M] [9963]

Merlin has never had a secret admirer before so he’s fairly certain this one has the wrong guy.

Hopeless Wanderer [E] [18553]

Merlin has been wandering the world for hundreds of years alone; one day a young blond man moves into the flat upstairs. But does Arthur remember? Post S 5 reincarnation fic. Spoilers.

Yawning, you walk into your kitchen, beginning to make some hot chocolate. “You want some?” You ask Jack, who has already taken his usual place on top of the counter.

He smirks. “I don’t think hot chocolate would be good for a winter spirit, (y/n).”

You smile at your best friend and look out the window. Gasping, you rush over to get a better look at the several feet of snow accumulated outside. “Jack!”

Your best friend runs up next to you, and you see his blue eyes flicker back and forth in confusion. “This wasn’t me, I swear. Sometimes the storms act on their own.”

Sighing, you take a sip of your coffee. Your parents are so lucky they’re in the Bahamas right now.

“Well, you can’t exactly leave since there’s several feet of snow outside, and it’s still snowing,” you say, turning to face Jack. “So what do you want to do?”

He grins and his blue eyes twinkle with mischief as he steps closer to you. “What?” You ask, suspicion lacing your voice.

“We could be in here for weeks!” He says, throwing his hands up dramatically before wrapping them around your waist and pulling you to his chest. “We have to repopulate the earth.”

You roll your eyes and push him away. “How about taking me on a date, first?”

He nods. “Alright, snowflake. Once the snow clears, I’m taking you to the pole.”


Jack nods, and you smile, hugging him. “Deal.”

cute college age couple on winter vacation in north carolina staying in a cozy cottage wrapping presents, going out exploring, making homemade disgusting hot cocoa and then deciding to go to the coffee house down the block. nerves, sweaty palms because he’s ready to propose but he wants it to be perfect. in the middle of all the chaos he randomly blurbs it out while she’s taking a shower and she’s obnoxiously singing jingle bells over and over again to get under his skin and his shaving his beard. 

Name: That’s for me to know ~

Nicknames: Arcana or Mod is fine ~

Zodiac: Scorpio

Height: 5′3

Orientation: Pansexual Demisexual

Ethnicity: White

Fave Fruit: Hmm mangos, lychees, citrus?

Fave Season: Winter

Fave Book Series: Maximum Ride and Warriors

Fave Flower: Bird of Paradise

Fave Scent: Mint and coffee

Fave Color: Green

Hot Chocolate/Tea/Coffee: I like them all but I’d choose coffee over all, of course.

Average Sleep: Anywhere from 5-10hours

Cat or Dog Person: I love them both but prefer cats

Used Condoms- Yoongi Angst (M)

Marked M for mature content. SMUT WARNING

Cold winter nights, the rain’s pitter patter against your window, blankets on the sofa, the t.v. on, and a half-eaten cold take-away dinner laid on the coffee table, as you dozed off across the sofa with a book rested on your chest, this was what your daily routine had become lately. Suga was late, always late. You knew when this relationship started that Suga’s true love was music, but you had always hoped you’d get just a little bit of his time, whatever was left over, because you loved him as much as he loved music. But lately he had no time left for you.

At first you accepted it, you understood that he was nervous with the new comeback, with producing, with practicing, but it had been weeks since, and he still wasn’t home in time to even get into bed with you. You missed him, you missed his voice, his arms around you, you missed sleeping with him, and you missed him intimately. You’d started to feel really lonely.

“Hey, don’t worry about it Y/N. You know what it’s like, he gets too caught up with music sometimes.” Jimin smiled at you faintly. He was trying really hard to cheer you up, but he knew he was failing miserably, and he knew Suga’s absence couldn’t be excused.

He worked hard, but so did Jimin, and he managed to get home in time for dinner, he managed to text you back when you were sad about Yoongi, he managed to dedicate some of his time to the things that mattered to him, like Skyping his parents, and talking to you. Your job wasn’t easy either but you always tried to shift your schedule to fit around Suga’s, and he hated that Suga wouldn’t take that into consideration either. Jimin hated seeing his friend so upset. He felt torn in two, because you were both his friends, and he didn’t know what to do to improve the situation.

“I know Jiminnie but he cares more about music than he cares about me. And I knew it would be that way when we started, but now he doesn’t even have time for me at all.” You told him, your voice cracking with the sentence. Jimin’s heart felt constricted by a large iron hand in his chest.

“Yah! Don’t be sad Y/N! I know! Let’s get really drunk tonight and drink away our sorrows!” he told you with a cheeky grin on his face. You looked at him like he had gone crazy.

“Jimin you have practice tomorrow morning and I have to go to work!” You laughed, as he stood up to rummage through your drawers, trying to find whatever alcoholic beverages you could possibly have in your home.

“I’ll set an alarm! Come on! Let’s have fun! When was the last time you did something fun?” He asked you, and that’s when it hit you, it had been months since you had done anything remotely fun with someone. You’d been so caught up hoping Yoongi would come home from the studio, and so desperate to see him at night, that you just didn’t want to go out at night in case you missed the chance.

“Bring the bottles, top left shelf.” You told him, pointing towards it. Jimin smiled, he knew he had won the fight.

It was one drink, and then another, and another, until you lost count and almost two bottles had gone between the both of you. You had more tequila in your veins than you had blood. Things started to get confused in your brain, your vision became blurry and your movements sluggish and clumsy. Jimin laughed uncontrollably as he slurred his speech.

“But I-hic!- I love him Jimin! All I want is for someone to-hic!-love me back!” You hiccupped.

Yah! Y/N! Any man would be lucky to have you!” Jimin slurred, and you could barely understand what he said. You both sat next to each other with a half empty glass of what you believed was vodka and some mixer in your hands. It all tasted the same to you at this point.

“But I love him! And I-hic!-I miss his arms around me and I miss-hic! I miss sex Jimin.” You told him, finally blurting out what had been bothering you for days now. After all a human has needs.

Yoongi-hyung is stupid if he is giving up the chance to sleep with someone as hot as you.” Jimin slurred once again. You turned to look at him, and waved your hand, spilling some of the alcohol onto the floor.

“You think I’m hot?” You asked him, this time without hiccups.  Jimin let out a peal of laughter.

“Of course! We all think you are hot. We wonder how Yoongi-hyung even managed to get someone like you. We probably have all thought about you in more than friendly terms before, but we would never say anything, for hyung’s sake.” Jimin told you, his speech slightly less slurred than before, as he stared into your eyes with his deep, dark eyes with puffy lids.

“Do you want me?” You asked him. Your voice was low, and thick, and you probably sounded like a truck from all the alcohol that had gone down your throat. And somewhere in the back of your head you could hear a voice telling you to stop, to shut up, to go to bed and tell Jimin to leave, but you ignored it, too drunk, to hurt to care.

Jimin swallowed thickly, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. He wanted to chug down another full glass of whatever he was drinking. He couldn’t remember. He knew if he answered he would end up regretting it in the morning, but he also knew that right now, he was too drunk to care.

“Yes.” He replied, thickly.

“Kiss me.” You ordered him, and you didn’t have to ask him twice. It felt wrong, it felt right, it was weird and clumsy, and passionate at the same time. His lips crashed onto yours immediately, harshly, and they devoured them, hungrily, passionately, desperately. His hands roamed your body and you let them, perhaps you had always wanted Jimin, perhaps you just wanted to punish Suga. You knew what you were doing was wrong, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

He picked you up in his muscular arms, and took you to your bedroom. The room you shared with Yoongi, and threw you onto the mattress. How many times had it felt your weight and Yoongi’s together? Did it feel betrayed now?

Jimin’s hands roamed your body, and began undressing you, your clothes flying across the room alongside his. His lips peppered your body with soft kisses, his teeth dug into your skin without leaving permanent marks, and his fingers traced all your curves and edges. You moaned underneath him. You wished it was Suga, but it wasn’t. Jimin knew it, but he had wanted you for so long he wasn’t about to pass the opportunity. You both felt guilty, but somehow it made it even better.

Jimin thrusted into you quickly, harshly, he didn’t take time to love you right. There was no love. It felt good, but it felt empty. You moaned, making him go faster. You could hear him grunt above you, but it wasn’t Suga’s voice. Your nails dug into his back, trying to hold onto something, as he fucked you hard. You moaned out his name, as the familiar knot in your stomach started to appear again, growing fast.

“FUCK Y/N I’M ABOUT TO-“ But he didn’t finish his sentence, before he started groaning, with sloppy thursts. You screamed out his name, as the pleasure unfolded, making you see white.

You were both left panting on the bed, wondering what the hell you had just done. The alcohol had started to wear off, and you were sobering up. You felt a sinking feeling in your chest. What if Suga came back right now and saw you two?

Who were you kidding, Suga hadn’t been home in 4 days.

Jimin pulled the condom off his member, and tied a not on it, before dropping it onto the floor, before promising that he would throw it away tomorrow. You were too tired to care. You fell asleep, resting your head on his bicep, as he laid on his side against you, spooning you.

The following morning, you both woke up to the sound of his alarm, with splitting headaches and a desperate need for water. You stared at his naked body beside you and had to drown a scream.

“JIMIN!” You hissed at him. Jimin finished waking up, and looked at you, covering your bare chest with the sheets.

“Oh my God…” He panicked, his eyes opening wide.

“What the fuck happened last night?” You asked him, your eyes filled with panic.

“Y/N that’s a stupid question. Oh my God… Oh My God, I’m so sorry. I should have never suggested drinking… I’m so sorry. FUCK. Yoongi will kill me…” Jimin screamed panicked, as he picked up his clothes, and got dressed quickly.

“I think we should probably talk about this later.” He told you, as he walked out the door, ready to go to his morning practice. You gathered all your clothes from the floor, and threw them in the laundry basket, before jumping in the shower, hoping to wash away the dirty feeling you had been left with from the previous night. You wanted to erase all evidence from your skin. You felt dirty, you felt wrong. You felt guilty.

You got dressed quickly, and without even drying your hair, you got dressed, did your make up simply and rushed out the door to get to work as early as you could, with the bottles from the previous night in a bag that you’d throw away in the recycle bin. You had a lot to think about.

Yoongi sluggishly made his way inside his home. He threw his practice bag at the floor, somewhere to the side, and dragged his feet across the floor towards the kitchen. You should have been back from work by now, today was the day you worked half time, but he could hear how empty the flat was.

He poured himself a glass of water, and gulped it down. He wanted to take a shower, he felt dirty, but he was tired. Should he nap on the bed and then shower, or should he shower and nap? He walked towards your shared room anyway, ready to get a change of clothes.

When was the last time he had been home? 4 days maybe? He hadn’t spent any time with you in months. He had to admit he had expected you to be home when he arrived, he was looking forward to it, but at the same time, he knew you probably were not going to keep waiting for him all day long.

He walked into the room with his eyes semi closed, and dragged himself towards his closet. He pulled out a large t-shirt and some sweats and boxers. He turned around to place them on the bed. That’s when he saw it. It was on the floor, standing out like a neon sign, looking back at him mockingly. A used condom.

He felt a whirlwind of emotions go through him, all at the same time. Shock, anger, sadness, disappointment, disgust, guilt, panic, and so many more emotions he could not place, went through his mind and heart.

He wanted to yell, he wanted to cry, he wanted to find you, and demand an explanation, because he hoped there’d be an innocent explanation as to how it was all a misunderstanding. He didn’t touch the item, he left it on the floor, accusing, as he walked back to the living room with his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He wanted to be sick, he felt vomit creeping up his throat, he couldn’t breathe.

He sat on the sofa, with his hands nervously twirling on his lap, waiting for you to come home, fighting the tears and the nausea.

You walked into your home about half an hour later, with some bags in your hands. You placed the grocery bags onto the kitchen counter, and began emptying them, when you noticed Suga sitting on one of your sofas. You had to do a double take to ensure you weren’t just day dreaming. But no, he was there, he was real, and suddenly you felt like shit.

His eyes were rimmed red, his face was puffy, and his expression was the perfect blend of pain and anger.

“Yoongi I-“

“Is the used condom yours?” He asked you, cutting you off. You stuttered. Your eyes opened wide, and your mouth suddenly dried up.


“Yoongi nothing. Is the used condom in OUR bedroom yours?” He insisted, his voice cracking with every word. He didn’t want to hear the answer, he knew it already, but he had to ask.

“Yes.” You replied, looking down in shame, your voice quivering.

Yoongi felt the air in his body abandon him suddenly. He felt like he had been punched in the gut. He felt the tears build up in his eyes until he could no longer see clearly.

“Do I know him?” he asked next. He didn’t need to know why, he knew why. He knew it was partly his fault, he knew he had been slowly losing you every day he spent away, he lost you while he was lost in music. And at the end of the day, although it was you that cheated, it was he who neglected you, and it was no excuse, but he could understand. Part of him didn’t blame you. Part of him did. He felt anger bubbling away in his stomach, while his heart constricted with pain.

“Yes.” You breathed out, closing your eyes tightly, letting a few tears roll down your rosy cheeks. Suga had started crying too, his entire body shook.

“Who?” He asked, this time knowing for certain he didn’t want an answer to the question, but also knowing he needed one. You looked up at him with guilt in your eyes, your bottom lip quivered.

“Jimin…” You whispered, falling to your knees and beginning to sob, your body shaking violently with every sob, as your hands covered your face in shame.

Yoongi’s heart shattered. Jimin was his friend, his protégé, his brother. He trusted Jimin with his life. He wanted to run, he wanted to scream, to break things, to shake you and ask you why you had to hurt him so. But he just stood there, breaking slowly, bit by bit.

“I’m so sorry Yoongi….” You cried out, your voice completely broken.

“Don’t say it! Don’t you dare say you’re sorry! You betrayed me!” He yelled, his voice torn, as he kicked the coffee table over. You heard glass smashing, and wood snapping.

You started crying harder, your entire body shaking. You knew you had no right to ask for forgiveness, but you were so scared, and you were so sorry.

“But I am… Yoongi…I’m so sorry…” You cried.

“Why did it have to be Jimin Y/N? Jimin of all people? He was my best friend!” He howled, his soul tearing, and the pain in his voice breaking you.

“I was drunk, he was drunk, I don’t know Yoongi I don’t remember anything. I was crying, eating Thai again, because it had been 4 days since you’d even been at home, and I just felt lonely.” You sobbed out.

“So you fucked my best friend?!” he shouted. You squealed at the loudness of his voice, in fear, as you dragged your body back, away from him.

“No! I called him because I felt alone, and I needed a friend. Yoongi I haven’t seen you properly in months almost! You care more about music than you care about me! If you don’t love me then don’t date me but stop leaving me here on stand-by, I’m not a toy you can leave on a shelf and pick up whenever you want me again or whenever you’re bored! I cleared my schedule to be with you, when have you done that?!” You yelled back at him, trying to explain to him what you did, although not trying to justify it. Yoongi remained quiet, he felt like he had been stabbed in the heart again.

“Clearly we aren’t working anymore, and I just made a huge mistake, I know, it is my fault, but this was broken long before. I’ll pack my things, and I’ll be out of your life.” You sniffled, as you stood up, and began walking towards your room.

A hand gripped your forearm tightly, and held you back.

“Wait.” You heard Yoongi’s raspy voice call out. You stopped in your tracks, and very slowly turned around.

“Don’t go.”

“But I cheated on you Yoongi. I slept with your best friend.” You told him, it was like pouring salt on an open wound, and Yoongi winced.

“I know.” He replied dryly.

“Then why don’t you let go so I can pack?” You asked him, pulling your arm back.

“Because I love you. I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend I could have been, I know I have neglected you, I know I have disappointed you, and made you feel unimportant to me, but that’s not true. I will try to change, I promise, we will do things, I will make time for you, because I love you, and I don’t want to lose you. And I can’t forgive you for what you did yet, but we all make mistakes, and I love you enough to try to work it out with you, and get through this. I want us to work Y/N.” He confessed, and your heart stopped. He had never told you he loved you so directly. New tears started flowing from your eyes, as you hugged him tightly.

“I love you too Yoongi… I’m so sorry…” You wept in his embrace.

“I know you are… Stop crying… We can work this out… It will be okay.” He assured you, as he patted your head softly. And although he was torn and broken inside, he knew losing you would kill him. He knew you could stab him and he’d forgive you, because you were the one person who would love him despite his flaws, despite everything, and he knew only you could make him happy.

Coffee (Mingyu)

Summary: At your favorite cafe, there’s a new cute barista that you become close to.

Genre: Fluffy?//It gets angsty?

Words: 3459

It was too early for school. On this frosty winter Monday, you reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed and onto your feet. It was freezing and you were not about to deal with being cold on top of being tired. Grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around yourself, you shuffled over to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

As you slowly moved around, dressed yourself in the usual school uniform, et cetera, you checked your phone, hoping you didn’t take forever. Thankfully, you didn’t and you still had time to stop by your favorite local coffee shop for a cup of coffee. Getting happier just thinking about a warm latte in your hands, you grabbed your school bag and bounded out your front door. You knew everyone at that coffee shop, from the owners to every worker there (there was only like two). It was a small town so it wasn’t weird, but you did stop by basically everyday for coffee. Your mom started taking you there when you were younger and you’ve felt comfortable and welcome there every since.

You walked into the familiar doorway and took a deep breath, inhaling the strong, robust scent of cafe mornings. Grinning, you bounced over to the counter, where you stopped. You saw the owner, a good family friend of yours, talking to someone unfamiliar. Raising an eyebrow, you craned your neck to get a look at the boy, when the owner turned and looked at you.

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