you have absolutely no idea whatsoever

Edits are hard *grumblegrumble*

So, okay. One thing writers don’t talk a lot about is The Dread Editing Letter.

It’s the letter that you get from your editor once your manuscript has been signed with a publisher and turned over to the publisher and your lead editor to begin the process of making it into A Book. This is the letter where the editor says “Okay, so I loved this. And it was great. And I also loved this. BUT… THIS needs to change/be cut out/be punched up/be set on fire” or whatever it is that they saw that you, as the author, need to fix in order to make the manuscript you gave them into a fantastic book.

And sometimes these letters are easy. Full of praise with a few small suggestions for fixes. Or the suggested fix is just so good and so obvious that you love it immediately and wonder why you didn’t think of it first, and dive into it feet first. And sometimes it’s filled with things that make you think Oh god no absolutely not and you get on the phone with the editor and talk it out, and either one or the other of you has their mind changed.

And then you get the kind of letter that I got on the third book of The Accidental Turn series, which is… hard to take. 

Not because I don’t agree with the changes my editor wants. But because I do.

I absolutely agree. 

But I have no earthly idea whatsoever how to take those comments and turn them into actionable plans of rewriting.

I mean, what she’s asking me for,I had been trying to do all along. And to hear that I wasn’t successful is like a knife in the throat. But the hand holding the knife handle wasn’t my editor’s - it was mine. Because I didn’t get it right. I wasn’t good enough. I couldn’t figure it out. It’s my fault.

And that is the worst feeling in the world. It’s compounded by everyone around me saying “I know it’s hard, but you’ll figure it out. You always do.” It makes me feel like even more of a failure because if I could have figured it out, I would have done it that way the first time.

I am, as Anne would say, in the absolute depths of despair over this edit.

I don’t know what to do.

I don’t often get this way with books. I always know when a book isn’t quite right yet (and I knew this one wasn’t right, I just didn’t know it was so wrong), so usually I nod along with most of an Editing Letter, appreciate the insight over what bits need the work so I know where to aim my focus, and get on with it.

But this one has me spinning my wheels because everything I come up with boils back down to exactly what I’ve already put on the page. I don’t know how to do what my editor wants.

I don’t know.

So, for now, I am doing the things I can do.

I made a list of actionable requests, with little check boxes.”Change the tense”, check. “Add the characters names to the top of POV shift sections”, check. That feels like accomplishing something, even if I haven’t actually implemented the changes yet.

I spent the weekend rewriting the plot outline, with the possible changes, and sent it to the editor for her feedback. I’m scheduling a Skype call to try to get more specific, targeted feedback. (”I think you should do X Y and Z” is good, but what I need at this point is “In which part? With which scene? Where? And how?”)  My fear with this is that I’ll totally rewrite huge sections and hand it in, only to have her say: “That’s not what I meant.” 

I want to ensure that what I do is what is wanted.

Today I’m transfering the book chapter by chapter into Scrivener and breaking up the scenes and noting where new scenes might go or which scenes may be cut.

It’s small things, but it makes me feel a little bit more accomplished. A few paces closer to the finish line. Breaking up something like this into bite-sized tasks is helping with the panic. And it’s giving my brain time to percolate.

Hopefully, with this call, and this list, and this outline, and this broken-down scene map, when it comes time to actually sit down to rewrite, it will feel like a breeze.

It’s difficult, and I’m panicking, and I’m floundering, but I will get there. I will get there.

It’s not a magic cure-all. 

But I wanted to share with you, with all of you, that writing isn’t all soft summer days, and gently steaming cups of tea, or rich jammy wine on a patio while watching the sunset.

It’s hard, and it’s filled with self-doubt and self-recrimination, and sometimes hurt feelings. Mostly it’s a lot of being mad at yourself for not doing better.

And then sitting down at the keyboard anyway, and doing it. Even if you have to break it into small tasks in order to ever figure out how to understand the shape of the mountain you’re trying to climb.

It’s hard.But you’re clever. You’ll figure it out.

Pregnancy Changes You

A/N: So I’ve had two anon requests for a Spencer x Reader where they both work for the BAU and she’s currently pregnant. He’s even more in love than before and is enjoying the changes her body is going through. @coveofmemories


“How’re you feeling today?” Morgan asked as you walked into the BAU that morning. 

You were pregnant. Seven months pregnant. You were the size of a bowling ball and were waddling like a penguin. “How do you think I’m feeling?” you snapped playfully. “I feel fat. My boobs are humongous. I can’t even see me feet anymore. This kid is using my bladder as a squeeze toy, so I have to pee every five seconds…” As you continued to ramble, Spencer laughed and came to stand by your side. 

“At least you have that beautiful pregnant lady glow around you, right?” Morgan said. Spencer shook his head - a warning. Don’t get me started on that. “Right?” He looked scared as you glared at him. 

Never. Miss. With a Pregnant Woman. “You wanna know where that glow comes from?” you yelled as the rest of the team came to say good morning. As your voice picked up, Rossi immediately turned around and walked away. “That pregnant lady glow is sweat. Right JJ? From throwing up incessantly. The glow ain’t cute.”

JJ ran up to your side, empathy flowing from her pores as she wrapped her arms around you. “I understand. I get you. You’re almost there.”

“Thank you,” you pouted. “I’m just so tired of feeling like this.”

Apparently, Rossi hadn’t walked over completely. He’d just gotten you a muffin. A chocolate chip muffin. “I come with food,” he said, bestowing on you a peace offering that would hopefully spare him from your pregnant rage. “Your favorite.”

“JJ, why do I want to cry? Why does Rossi bringing me a muffin make me wanna cry?” you exclaimed. “I don’t understand!”

Everyone just chuckled as you bit into your muffin and JJ assured you that it would all be over soon and the rewards would be great. “After this is all over, you will have a beautiful baby boy and this will all have been worth it.”

The clock struck 9, so as the rest of the team returned to their desks and offices, Spencer helped you lower down into your chair. You were weeks away from not being able to sit comfortably at your desk. “Just so you know,” he said, bending down to give you a kiss, “I still think you’re beautiful and if it’s possible, I think I’m more in love with you now than I was before.”

You smiled warmly up at him wondering how you had ever gotten so lucky. “I don’t understand how that’s possible. I feel gross.”

“You don’t look it. That’s in your head” he said, kissing your hair. “And I plan on proving it to you.”


At this late stage in your pregnancy, Hotch allowed you to work in whatever way you felt comfortable. If that meant walking around and dictating your paperwork to an intern that was fine. If it meant taking all kinds of breaks in order to stretch, it didn’t matter. But by the end of the day each day, you were ready to go home and get into comfortable clothes. The idea of having denim attached to your body in any way anymore was killing you. Sweatpants, a loose t-shirt and no bra were ideal. “When we get home, I want you to put on whatever is most comfortable to you,” Spencer said as you walked hand-in-hand to the elevator. 

“I plan on it. Those gray sweatpants, my Nirvana t-shirt and absolutely no bra whatsoever,” you laughed, grabbing at your now monstrous rack and massaging your permanently sore boobs. 

It was obvious that Spencer was quite enjoying your new endowments - very large endowments. You’d grown nearly two cup sizes since the fourth month of your pregnancy, going from a C to an E. “I can give you a boob massage when we get home?” he said hopefully. 

The elevator doors opened, leaving another member of the Bureau to look at your enormous rack as you snorted uncontrollably. “You just want a reason to touch me,” you said. 

“I would be lying if I said that wasn’t part of it, but if it’ll help that’s what’s most important.”

“Of course,” you laughed as you walked through the parking structure to the car. “You wanna make me dinner too?” Being utterly lazy sounded great right now.

Apparently, he had already planned on it. Nothing fancy, just some chicken and pasta. In addition to food and a chest massage, he said he also had a little something else planned, but he refused to tell you until you got home.


While Spencer made dinner, you sat lazily on the couch, feeling so much better without your bra on. “Hey, babe! It’s like the movie Alien over here. Come look,” you laughed, lifting up your shirt to where you could clearly see the indentation of a foot. “This is a beautiful yet disgusting miracle. I look like I’m about to explode.”

He leaned over the couch and kissed your stomach, saying hello to your baby boy, whose name you still hadn’t decided on. “I can’t imagine what it feels like to have him in there, but you are just as beautiful as the day we met. I’ve noticed lately that you haven’t felt pretty, so I went out and got you some stuff. Walking back toward the bedroom, you could hear the crinkling of a plastic bag. “I picked up some cocoa butter, lotion, which I will apply to your legs after we’re done eating, and some lime green nail polish that I will put on your toes, because you keep saying you want a pedicure but you don’t want anyone you don’t know touching your feet.”

“You’re gonna pamper me?” you sighed happily. You attempted to get up from your position and kiss him, but the baby was getting in the way. “I can’t get up, I’m sorry.”

Before going back into the kitchen to get dinner for you both, he propped you up with a pillow to take some of the pressure off your back. Two months was a long time. This kid better be adorable. As you finished dinner, Spencer washed up, returning to the couch with your lotion and cocoa butter. While you massaged your stomach with the cocoa butter, feeling your little man’s foot along the way, Spencer lathered his hands in the lotion and began to glide his hands up and down your legs. “Oh wow,” you said, relaxing a bit as Spencer worked his magic. “This feels nice. Can I get these more often?”

“Whenever you want,” he responded, squeezing tighter on the tense muscles in your legs. “Feeling better than this morning?”

You were. It wasn’t as if you didn’t enjoy pregnancy at some points - watching him kick and hearing his heartbeat were about the sweetest things you’d ever experienced, but the wear and tear on your body was brutal, and in that aspect, you were ready for it to be over. On top of that, you couldn’t wear what you used to so you didn’t feel as confident. 

As he pulled out the nail polish, applying it to your toe nails which you honestly hadn’t seen in months, you began to fall asleep, but when he was done, you noticed you felt more relaxed than you had in weeks, which in turn, made you feel more beautiful. “Thanks, babe,” you yawned as he picked you up to bring you to bed. “You still owe me that boobie massage.”

He walked you toward the bedroom as he gathered you to his chest. “I owe you one,” he laughed. “Or if you want, we can do that as we fall asleep.”

“Yes, please,” you said happily. “You do know how to make a girl feel beautiful.”

Unpopular opinion: is another troll

First of all, thank you @worriesconstantly​ and @consultingeastwind​ for getting and keeping me into the loop on this one. Thanks to you I can actually get some sleep without missing out on all the fun. 

Now for my unpopular opinion: is another troll. 

And this is why:

  • What I can tell this site was registered sometime after TFP aired, so in late January. If this was part of the BBC promotion for a lost special this site would have been created way ahead of time. Stuff like this isn’t an afterthought, it’s planned. So if it was part of a large promotion plan, it should have been created in 2016, before Series 4 aired.
  • The fans who find it really have to look for it, and once you get there, it’s so incredibility simple: It basically tells you that TJLC is real. Finding the site might be a scavenger hunt, but the site itself is not a puzzle. It tells a certain subset of fans what they want to hear. It doesn’t add up, it isn’t clever enough. It’s boring, it’s dull, but you believe it because you want it to be true. 
  • Lets just assume for a second that the BBC is organizing an online scavenger hunt for us. They use an American proxy to make it seem it’s from another source and where does it lead? It leads to a place with absolutely not significance to the story whatsoever. If this proxy had lead to a place in Florida, I would have assumed it might signify the place where Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock first met. Instead, it just leads to a random place. 

Conclusion? Somebody is trolling us again. I can think of more arguments, but honestly, if I haven’t convinced you with these I doubt I ever will. Because you can’t kill an idea, can you? Not once it has made a home here. *taps forehead*

They are toying with us, playing with us. It’s a game, but not one I’m willing to play. And neither should you. 


Work was always getting in the way of his time with Lestrade. There would be times when he would have to go several days, sometimes even multiple weeks without seeing him in person, feeling his lips against his own, or even just a touch of his hand as they sat beside each other. Mycroft exhaled deeply, tapping his fingers against his knee as he waited for the American ambassador to arrive at the British embassy. He was stuck overseas dealing with tedious politicians while Greg was back in London, dealing with… well, their usual life.

And the DI missed him just as much.

Every night, right on cue, Mycroft would instant message him as soon as he got back to the room. Of course, he could afford an international phone plan, but Greg couldn’t, and insisted that Mycroft not get one for the both of them. Reluctantly, the man agreed and settled for nightly chats on his laptop.

MH: I do apologize for this extended stay in the States. It is ever so tedious, Gregory.

The notification on his phone’s app lit up and Greg beamed as he saw who it was from. Of course it was nearly 3AM in London, but it was worth it to talk to Mycroft Holmes. He quickly tapped out his reply, yawning as he did so.

It’s taking too long. I haven’t seen you in forever, Myc. When will you be home? And just what am I supposed to do with all this delicious food I made while you were gone? -GL

A small smile appeared on Mycroft’s lips as he saw the response, and the smile grew as he realized just how instant that reply had been. Conclusion: Greg had been waiting up for his reply. It warmed the Iceman’s heart to know that someone wanted to talk to him as much as Lestrade did.

MH: That depends on what you made, my dear. Anyway, how is London faring without me? Sherlock hasn’t decimated it yet, has he?

The entire city is falling into ruins as we speak, Mycroft. I don’t think England will last much longer without you here to save it. ;) -GL

MH: Although your attempt at trying to make me worry more about you is working, please refrain from using those dastardly emoticons, Gregory. We are not teenagers with a crush on one another.

Speak for yourself. :P -GL

MH: Gregory for goodness sake. Just picture me sighing, absolutely exasperated and wondering why on earth I put up with you.

As Mycroft’s pale fingers dashed out his latest reply, he couldn’t help the feeling of joy he felt at being able to just talk to someone as easily as he could with this man. It was utterly ridiculous sometimes, but he absolutely adored that about him.

Greg meanwhile, scratched his head, rubbing his eyes. His smile was a sleepy one, but it was there nonetheless. Before he could reply to that, Mycroft sent another message, berating him for still being awake.

MH: It is nearly half 3, Gregory. Why on earth are you awake?

I couldn’t go to bed until I talked to you. It’s kind of become part of my routine. Obviously, it would be better if you were actually here, so I could hug you. -GL

And… other things. -GL

MH: Other things? Care to elaborate?

Greg swallowed harshly, having just said that as a flirtatious joke. Now he was worried he may have said something wrong. With Mycroft, sometimes it was hard to tell. Luckily, he found an innocent response.

You know, what we usually do. Cuddling, making out on the couch instead of paying attention to the movie playing in the background. Staring at each other and enjoying every second. I wish I could do all of this to you. Guess I’ll just have to settle for eating this steak dinner, alone. -GL

MH: You can make me feel guilty all you want, Gregory, but I cannot simply fly home until this policy is cleared. Trust me, you’ve no idea just how much I would rather lie next to you and hold you than deal with the tedium of this place. And, dare I say it, your insufferable insistence on tickling me, as you say, “for science.” It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, and you do not make a single application of the scientific method throughout.

Greg actually had to set his phone down from laughing so hard at that response, but he finally managed to recover and chuckled the whole time he replied to the message.

Thanks for the laugh, and the criticism. I shall ensure an entire experiment as soon as we see each other again. ;) -GL

MH: …..

MH: Gregory, you are absolutely insufferable.

;) -GL

;D – GL

MH: Gregory Lestrade, stop this now.

Then open your damn door, Mycroft Holmes. -GL

MH: What? Gregory, what are you saying? You’re not really, oh my God–

Before Mycroft could investigate further via the messenger, a knock reverberated throughout the room. He finished up his last message and glanced up. His gaze fell on the door and he rushed to it, tugging it open. There stood his Detective Inspector. His mouth fell open, right on cue because he threw his arms around the other man’s waist and dragged him inside, the kiss full of need and passion for the other.

“What the hell are you doing here? How long have you been here?” Mycroft asked as Greg pulled away to breathe. Mycroft was stunned that Greg had actually managed to surprise him.

“I missed you, and I wanted to see you.” Greg said nonchalantly as he sat down on the bed. “Plus, it was worth the trouble of getting an overnight flight on Tuesday just to get here in time to see that look of surprise on your face; it is adorable. I was overdue for a vacation anyway.”

Mycroft shook his head. Greg had managed to keep it a secret for three days? “You continuously manage to surprise me, Detective Inspector.” Mycroft also moved over to the bed, sitting down beside him, his fingers lacing with Greg’s.

“Good thing too, because I have an experiment to perform.” Greg smirked at Mycroft, who immediately tried to shift away. The Inspector tightened his grip on his hand, quickly throwing his weight on top of Mycroft to pin him down on the bed. In a moment, Mycroft was trapped and at Greg’s mercy. The DI raised his eyebrows, shifting slightly as he peered down at his boyfriend. He lightly ran a hand against Mycroft’s sides, already tickling him. But then he stopped abruptly.

“Right then…” Greg began. “For science, properly this time.”

Later, when Mycroft and Greg were getting ready to sleep in the same bed together for the first time, in a bed that absolutely was not familiar to either of them, Mycroft had trouble sleeping. So, he did what he always did when he couldn’t sleep, he talked to his boyfriend. In person, it was a hundred times better than text or a phone call would ever be.

“So, that steak dinner you told me about. Did you actually make it? Because I am quite jealous that I missed out on that one if so.”

Greg laughed and scooted closer to his boyfriend. “I didn’t make it. Had it ordered to the room.” He winked.

Mycroft’s eyes widened. “I thought I smelled a seared steak wafting through the door earlier. Wait – you’re saying you have been next door all this time? How on earth did you manage to go unspotted?”

“Because I know what you’re like, Mycroft Holmes. Based on when you message me, I know exactly what to expect.” Greg moved in to snatch a quick kiss, but Mycroft scoffed and put a finger against the other man’s lips.

“I don’t think you do, Detective Inspector.” Because then Mycroft was on top of Greg, smashing his lips against Greg’s.

In the middle of the night, when Mycroft was snoring softly next to him – god, that was so adorable, thought Greg – Lestrade grabbed up his phone and read through the messages of the day, realizing just how well his plan had worked. And when he noted that he’d missed a message just as Mycroft had thrown open the door, he beamed. He sent a quick glance over at the other man and then leaned over and planted a soft kiss against Mycroft’s forehead.

It was a simple message, but it meant more to Greg than nearly anything they had ever exchanged. After all, times like these were all about the little things.

Greg set his phone aside, the dull glow still showing on the nightstand, and the message still on the screen. He rolled over, curling up close to the man beside him before falling asleep.

On the screen was nothing more than this:

MH: :)

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I.M - Never Change

Originally posted by kookihyunnie

Warnings: None

Type: Fluff

Requested by: @fangirlbible

Request:  “ Hi I was wondering if i could get an I.M. scenario where the girl is a trainee and she’s friends with I.M. but she’s super shy. She likes him but has no courage to tell him. So her friends tell her to change and get a makeover but he doesn’t really like it because he likes her the way she usually is? Sorry it’s so long. Didn’t know how to explain it 😄”

Authors Note:

Hey, guys! First of all, I just want to take a moment to apologize for not uploading much! I’ve had a lot going on lately and it’s been really hard to come up with ideas for all of your amazing requests! BUT, I’m slowly getting back into it and I’m hoping to upload a good amount of request over the next few days!

Also, I just want to say that this scenario is not one of my best. Actually, I’m really disappointed with it. I’ve been writing it on and off for about 2 weeks now and this is the best I can do. I’m so sorry about the word flow and pacing, but for whatever reason I’m physically and emotionally unable to do better than this. I really hope you understand, and I hope you enjoy it none the less!

Happy Reading! :)




“I don’t know about this…”

“Come on, Y/N! You look great!”

“But what if he doesn’t like it?”

“Are you kidding me? Look at you! He’d be crazy not to!”

You let out a sigh, you breath deep and heavy as you looked over your mirrored image once again. Most days you wouldn’t spend more than a few minutes looking at yourself in the mirror, your casual and carefree style having no need to check for makeup creases or outfit choices, but today was different. Today was the day that you decided you needed a change, and you definitely got what you asked for.

Your normally straight hair was flowing with lively curls, your frequently makeup-less face was painted in colors, and your way to casual style had been taken over by something more girly and proper. You looked, and felt, like a completely different person, and though you couldn’t deny the fact that you looked beautiful, you had never felt so out of place. 

“But Lisa I…I just…..I don’t know.” You argued, your voice high with concern as you played with the white lace hanging from your shirt.

“I get that you’re nervous.” Lisa comforted, her hand lightly resting on your shoulder as she stood behind your gazing figure. “But you agreed to this, and honestly, I have no doubt that it’s going to work. You and I.M have been friends forever now and you’ve literally been in love with him since the day you became a trainee. If you’re to scared to tell him how you feel then you need to get his attention, and if this makeover doesn’t get his attention, nothing will.” 

You let out another sigh, your eyes meeting Lisa’s before giving her a swift nod. You knew she was right, she always was. You had spent years trying to come to terms with the feelings you had for your best friend, and after coming to terms with them you had spent another few years just trying to make yourself say them out loud. You were in love with I.M, there was doubting that, but you highly doubted that I.M felt the same and you didn’t want to risk your friendship on an attraction that was more than likely one sided.

“Now go get him, sexy.” Lisa laughed, breaking you out of your thoughts as a huge smile made its way onto her face. You smiled back, softly giggling as she playfully poked you in the side, the confidence she had in you radiating off of her and filling your pores.

“Okay.” You whispered, giving yourself what you hope came off as a confident nod before turning on your heel and exiting the bathroom, not giving yourself another moment to think about it in fear that you’d try to change your mind.  

Making your way down the long corridor of Starship Entertainment, you quickly felt  your heart begin to race and throat begin to close. You were nervous. More nervous than you had ever been in your entire life. You didn’t know how to feel and you didn’t know how to act. All you knew was that you had feelings for I.M, and at this point, you weren’t sure if him finding that out was even worth it anymore. 

After a few more minutes of continuing down the long hallway, you finally found yourself in front Monsta X’s occupied practice room. You made your way closer, your hand barley cracking open the door before the loud thump of music quickly took over your senses. Giving yourself a small nod, you made your way inside, the sweat drenched air invading your nostrils and instantly making you dizzy.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” A voice asked, knocking you out of your trance and making your head spin. Turning toward the voice, you immediately came face to face with Wonho, his skin beet red and covered sweat.

“Uh….” You started, not really sure what the explanation for your surprise visit should be. “Nothing really. I um…I just…your comeback is soon and I…um…how’s that going?” 

Wonho let out a laugh, his eyes forming a beautiful smile before quickly taking a desperate sip from his water bottle. “It’s going good, Y/N. Thanks for asking.”

You gave him a small nod, your eyes instantly leaving his and making their way around the room. All of the members were there, which you had hoped wouldn’t be the case, and every single one of them were looking at you with such a shocked expression that you almost felt as though you were naked. 

“What are you guys staring at?” You asked, trying your best to play dumb as you nervously picked at your curls.

“You look different.” Minhyuk stated, his eyes doing a double take as he took in your outfit. “Like…really different.”

“Yeah, what’s with the outfit change, Y/N?” Shownu asked, the small smirk on his face making it obvious that he knew what it was about.

“I just wanted to try something different.” You lied, “Why? Does it look bad?”

A series of “No’s” left 6 of the boys’ mouths, the small compliments rising to your cheeks and making you blush. Giving them a smile, you thanked them quietly, quickly looking at the boys happy and taken aback expressions before coming face to face with I.M, who, unlike everyone else, didn’t look very impressed. 

You felt your heart drop, the concerned and unimpressed expression on I.M’s face taking over your vision and invading your mind. You let out a shaky breath, the feeling of tears welling in your eyes quickly taking over as you looked to the ground. The last thing you expected to do was cry, and there was no way in hell that you were going to cry in front of them. No. Damn. Way.

“Well, I’m gonna go.” You stated, giving the boys a polite bow before heading towards the door. “It was nice seeing you. Good luck on your comeback.”

As soon as you were out of the room a stream of tears began to run down your face, the feeling of being a complete idiot taking over your body and making your heart break. How could you ever think that changing your looks would impress I.M? He absolutely hated the way you looked and you could tell the moment you looked him in the eye. Now not only does he have no idea how you feel, but he has no reason to find you attractive whatsoever. How could you ever be so stupid?

“Hey, Y/N!” A familiar voice called out, the sound immediately breaking you out of your thoughts and forcing you to turn around. When you finally managed to blink the blurry vision due to your tears out of your eyes, you found yourself face to face with the last person you wanted to see.


“What do you want, I.M?” You whispered, keeping your eyes toward the ground in hopes that he wouldn’t see your tears.

“I want to know why you’re dressed like that.” He stated, his voice so full of concern that it was almost as if he had thought you’d hurt yourself.

“I told you.” You breathed, not daring to look him in the eyes. “I just wanted to go for something a bit different.”

“Bullshit.” He stated, his tone going from worried to angry so fast that it was apparent he knew you were lying to him. “You don’t like heavy makeup, you hate high heels, and I’ve never seen you wear a dress in my life. Are you being forced to dress this way for your debut, or something?”

You let out a sad laugh, your eyes finally leaving the ground and looking straight into his. “It’s not for my debut, I.M.”

“Well, what is it then?” He asked, his face showing so much curiosity that you could feel it in your bones. “Are you trying to change yourself? Is it for a guy?”

You let out a strangled cough, the air in your lungs coming to a halt as his words made their way into your ears. “I told you. It’s nothing.”

“Stop lying to me, Y/N.” He demanded, his hand reaching out and lightly resting on your shoulder. “Who or what are you trying to change yourself for?” 

“Why do you care?” You asked, lightly shrugging his hand off your shoulder as an unnecessary anger came upon you.

“Because you’re my best friend and I don’t like that you’re trying to change yourself! You’re perfect just the way you are and I don’t like that you’ve seemed to have forgotten that.”

“Best friend? Just…damn…don’t you see that that’s the problem?” You scoffed, all the hesitation and fear you had going away completely as the wall you put up quickly began to tumble down.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, confusion filling his face as he questioned why your friendship had suddenly become a problem.

“Are you seriously that blind?” You asked, no longer worrying about him discovering how you’d felt. You were angry and sad and frustrated and you couldn’t keep pretending that everything was okay. You had been hiding your feelings for I.M for as long as you could remember and you couldn’t take it. Not any more. 

“Hey, slow down a minute! Why are you getting mad at me all of -”

“I’m in love you with!” You shouted, your chest heaving as all your pent of frustration had finally been let out. “I’ve been in love with you for years and I was scared to tell you and Lisa convinced me to change the way I looked to get your attention and now you probably hate me and think I’m an idiot and I totally understand if you don’t want to talk to me again and -”

Cutting you off from your confession, I.M quickly placed his lips onto yours. You let out a gasp, the action taking you by surprise and making your heart stop. You were frozen for a moment, your eyes open and looking into space, before finally giving in, your lips gently rubbing against his as you became brave enough to kiss him back.

The kiss was slow at first, the deep flavor of peppermint gum and sweat heavy against your lips. I.M was pressed against you, his hands gently cupping your face before he lightly nipped on your bottom lip. You let out a gasp, the foreign feeling breaking you out of your trance and forcing you to full away.

“I…I um…” You started, your speech completely gone as surprise continued to fill your body. 

“Never change for anybody.” I.M. whispered suddenly, his lips so close to yours that you could feel his breath fan against them. “Especially not me.”

You gave him a small smile, the words in your mouth failing to come out as you tried to process what had just happened. I.M kissed you. I.M kissed YOU. In what world is that considered to be a plausible thing?

“Does this mean….” You started, slightly scared of what you were going to ask. “Does this mean that you…I don’t know….like me?”

I.M let out a laugh, his pink lips stretching into a wide smile before gently landing on your cheek. You gave him another smile, the action making you blush so hard that you were for sure it was showing through your makeup.

“I’ve been in love with you for years, Y/N.” He admitted, his hand gently reaching down and linking with yours. “I just always kept it to myself because I never thought someone like you would love me back.” 

You let out a surprised laugh, your eyes widening at the fact that he not only loved you, but that he never thought you’d love him back. That’s the way you had been feeling for years, and to know that he had felt the exact same way was one of the best feelings in the entire world. 

“Seriously?” You questioned, still not sure if what was happening was some messed up prank that Wonho had convinced him to pull. “You’re not just messing with me?”

I.M chuckled, his voice so soft and deep that it made your heart sing. “Of course I’m not messing with you, Y/N.”

You breathed in a heavy breath, the surprise of everything that had happened taking over your body and leaving you in shock.

“But,” I.M continued, his hand leaving yours and gently poking you on the shoulder. “You should really go put some clothes on.” 

things to do on your first psychedelic trip:

i realized alot of people have no idea what to do and end up having a bad trip! so….here’s this!

-Go outside barefoot, feel the grass on your feet. I promise you its absolutely magical.

-Look in the mirror and realize you are alive, you are beautiful, you are you. Alot of people advise not to do this, but i find it strangely calming and absolutely amazing.

-Look at trees. PLEASE.

-Make art! Draw, paint, shit just go scribble something on snapchat. Colors are amazing and i guarantee you’ll end up creating something beautiful, even if you’re not an artsy person whatsoever.

-Try to read (unless you get anxious.) You can’t read. Its just really funny.

-Drink orange juice. It heightens your senses and makes your trip even better, not to mention it tastes like a liquified god himself.


-Google “birds with arms”. I’ll leave it at that.

Everyone has that one go-to while tripping, these are just some suggestions to help you have an amazing time. I hope this helps! :)

We Take Asgard

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Words: 1421 

Summary: Thor enjoys the fact that no one can lift the Mjölnir, Y/N decide to take on the challenge. 

Warnings: none! 

A/N: *gasps* another oneshot this quick! it’s just a small one shot that popped into my head, hope you enjoy. lots of hugs to you all! 

Tags: @gondorgirl01  @bucky-on-a-bike  @jarnesbrnes @pickledmoon @moody-fangirl  @ladybrett9 @supernatural-harrypotter7 @i-saved-me 

Feedback is greatly appreciated! 

“No one has been able to lift the Mjölnir,” Thor said proudly, “no one, but me of course” he chuckled and enjoyed the looks the ‘petty humans’ were giving him. 

“I heard it moved when Steve tried lifting it once” his smile fell as he turned his head to look at you, you smirked at him widely. Steve laughed at your statement. Taking a sip of his drink he gave you a ‘stop it’ look before turning his attention back to the Asgardian.

“Y/N, the lies these humans fill you with” he shook his head and laughed himself when the rest of the Avengers snorted at his reply.

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all the relationships in pushing daisies |→ olive and emerson

“If the day finally comes that being around pie boy and his pie girl make your suffering insufferable, I just want you to know that there’s a place for you–right here in this professional establishment.”

The Language of Flowers

Title: The Language of Flowers

Pairing: Gadreel x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, you nerd out with Gad about flowers, some swear words, a slight bit of angst if you squint really hard?

Words: 2.9k

Summary: Working at a flower shop seemed to be the ideal job for you, as flowers were your one true passion. Your clients, however, never seem to appreciate it. When a handsome stranger enters your shop, dismissing every basic idea you had, though, you can’t help but appreciate his knowledge.

Notes: I wrote this while on a muse overdose, so sorry for the inevitable mistakes and because it might be a bit rushed. Hope y’all enjoy it!

Tagging some people who I think might be interested (if you’d like to be untagged, please let me know!):
@icecream-and-gadreel @oriona75 @crowleyshellkitten @aprofoundbondwithdean @rowdyhooliganism @gadreels-savior @poemwriter98

Originally posted by sinceriouslydean

What is a flower? Is it just a token of affection you gift your lover in order to show them your appreciation? Maybe something to offer as an apology or to attract attention towards yourself? Some might even give a bouquet just to be polite or to show respect. But in your entire career of working as a florist, you had only seen people viewing flowers as a simple way out of a difficult situation. Your lover’s angry at you? A few roses should fix it. You’re running late somewhere and have no gift whatsoever? Some potted hyacinths would do. Basically, nobody ever seemed to care about the deeper meaning residing behind each precious petal. Roses were your clients’ favorite go-to flower, but only a small amount of them knew that, for example, gifting someone yellow roses would be a sign of jealousy, maybe even infidelity.

When you had taken up on this job, you had two clear reasons for it: One, you needed money and two, you absolutely loved flowers. You loved the idea of helping people out, of looking at a flower and just knowing how it would make someone’s day. Shipping a red rose bouquet, imagining the look of total adoration and exhilaration adorning the person on the receiving end’s face, imagining how they would call their lover, thanking them for the roses specially put in a vase to remind them of the special moments spent together. However, soon enough you realized that, in reality, these type of scenarios were quite rare. You’d only get random requests for the basic flowers, the less known ones barely being bought before they withered. There was nothing more heartbreaking than the view of withered gardenias, thrown away due to the lack of demand on the customer’s side.

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Author Spotlight: Lilyvandersteen day 2

Day 2: Recs!

@lilyvandersteen​ recs her fic. 

Weave Your Magic.

The first story I’m going to rec is my very first Klaine multichapter, Weave Your Magic. It’s still a WIP, and will probably remain so for a long time, because it’s a soap opera kind of fic that could always go on and on. I started writing it because I missed canon Glee and wasn’t ready to say goodbye to the Glee characters, and this is my way of keeping them alive.

I feel like I should warn you this fic is the slowest of slow burns. As I’ve said before, I write from both points of view, and by now I’ve learnt not to repeat too much, but to provide different information in each point of view. Well, that was a long learning process, and you can tell by the very beginning of Weave Your Magic. Way too much repetition and overlap in the first chapters. I really should go back and re-write the beginning, but, well… Ain’t nobody got time for that… So many story ideas and so little time to write! So please, if you venture into this fic, cut me some slack and don’t stop reading because of the repetitions in the first twenty chapters or so. Just skip the repetitive parts. It gets better after a while, I promise.


Cooper was wrong. Blaine knew what he was missing. He saw it whenever he spent time with Nick and Jeff. That was what he wanted. Not some quick fix, but someone who’d stick around. Someone who’d be his best friend, his lover, his confidant, his strongest supporter and his shoulder to cry on. Someone he could talk with for hours about every topic under the sun. Someone he would dare to share every aspect of himself with. Someone he could have a pillow fight or a tickle war with until they were both breathless with laughter. Someone who knew him inside and out. Someone who’d finish his sentences, give him the last cookie, cheer him up when he was sad and remember how he liked his coffee in the morning.

And now that Blaine had found that person in Kurt, he was so glad he’d waited, because he couldn’t imagine giving his body where he hadn’t already given his heart. He said as much to Kurt, and was glad that his boyfriend agreed.

And then Kurt kissed him just so, and Blaine stopped thinking altogether and kissed him back with abandon.

Picture Perfect

Picture Perfect is a fairly recent fic of mine that I wrote for the Kurt Big Bang 2016. It’s one of my favourites, because I based an important OC on a dear friend of mine that died while I was writing the fic, and remembering her and cherishing the memory of her in this way was very bittersweet but also cathartic.

As many of my stories, this is fantasy Klaine, featuring fairy-tale creatures and magic, but above all, it’s a story about making friends in unexpected places, about making bold choices and seeing them through and about love conquering all.


“Yes,” Kurt said. “I’d do whatever I had to do to keep you happy and healthy.”

Burt stared at Kurt for quite some time, a peculiar expression on his face. Then he mumbled, “Shouldn’t it be the parent saying that to his child?”

Worth the Wait

I love fairy tales and fantasy stories, and Worth the Wait is a hodgepodge of all the elements I love about these kind of stories: a surprise encounter, a quest the hero has to undertake and three challenges he’ll have to face, with a magic ring to help him along. I had tons of fun writing this story, and I hope you’ll enjoy reading it just as much. 


“This place feels so full of possibilities. Like, if I wanted to get married tomorrow, I could just go to the city hall and do it without anyone batting an eye.”

Kurt laughed. “Might want to find someone to marry first, though. I thought you said you were single?”

Blaine shrugged. “I am, yes. But I want to get married someday, and it’s so great to know that I totally can, here, and no-one will think it’s weird or wrong.”

“So what kind of man do you want to marry?” Kurt wanted to know.

“Ideally, my best friend,” Blaine mused. “I want to get to know someone and become friends first. Best friends. And then let it evolve into more. They say that love is friendship set on fire, don’t they? Well, that’s what I want. And then, if I’d buy flowers for my love, I’d buy him roses in yellow and red. Yellow for friendship, and red for passion.”

Stop Flirting

This originally started out as just a silly one-shot, but I got so many requests to continue the story that I turned it into a multichapter. It features famous Blaine (one of my favourite tropes) meeting Kurt on a plane. Blaine likes Kurt instantly, while Kurt isn’t impressed with Blaine at all.


“Oh, here he is!” Rachel announced chipperly, tugging Kurt into the circle of girls. “He can tell you!”

Wait… What? Rachel, what have you done now?

Kurt was sure he had a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face, and he had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to say. None whatsoever.

“Well, tell them,” Rachel prodded Kurt impatiently.

“Tell them what, exactly?” Kurt said slowly, trying his hardest to keep his temper in check.

“How Blaine invited you to come to the concert, and backstage,” Rachel prompted. She sighed and clasped her hands together dramatically. ““Isn’t it romantic?”

Okay, this time Kurt truly couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes and huffing in exasperation.

Really, Rachel? Do you WANT me to be lynched by a mob of hysterical teenage Blaine fans? If you do, by all means, carry on. Five more minutes of you spouting nonsense and they’ll have their pitchforks at the ready!

Catch Me A Catch

When Cooper turned up in Season Three, I immediately thought, “Huh, that one will get along well with Rachel. So self-absorbed, the both of them.” So when I started reading fanfiction, I thought, “Well, there must be tons where Rachel is dating Cooper, right?” But there weren’t. So I decided to write one myself, and to make this a verse where Kurt and Blaine had never met, because of course Rachel and Cooper would be enthusiastic but terrible matchmakers and the many misunderstandings that would cause had the potential to be very entertaining.


The next morning, Kurt got up later than he usually did, his head hurting slightly. He walked to the kitchen on autopilot, grabbed a bowl and his breakfast cereal, poured milk over it and went to sit down at the kitchen table to eat. Somewhere between his second and third spoonful, his brain registered that he was not the only one sitting at the table. Across from him sat a very good-looking but also very naked guy, who seemed to come straight out of the Magic Mike films.

“Hi!” Mr Magic Mike greeted Kurt chipperly. “I’m Cooper.”

Kurt, his eyes bugging out of his head, didn’t reply. He just stared at Cooper dumbly.

Rachel sailed into the kitchen at this point, positively glowing with happiness. “Kurt, this is my boyfriend and co-star, Cooper.”

Kurt turned to glare at her.

“Yes, yes, we probably woke you up last night,” Rachel continued. “I’m sorry, Kurt. It wasn’t planned. It just… sort of happened.”

“Right,” Kurt drawled. “Next time, could you make it happen at Cooper’s place, please? I don’t deal well with sleep deprivation. Also, your boyfriend’s bare ass is on one of my vintage flea market chairs. Ugh. Tell him to at least put boxers on, please.”

Cooper let out a deep and hearty belly-laugh. “And I thought that my brother was the absolute worst person to deal with in the morning… Okay, okay, I’ll go put some clothes on!”

Cooper got up from his chair, yawned and stretched and then went in the direction of Rachel’s bedroom.

“Close your mouth, sweetie,” Rachel sing-songed.

Dating Stiles would include

(I’m going to be adding more to this, but for now enjoy! Requests are open to ‘dating ___ would include’)

Originally posted by gold-motel

Dating: Scott McCall

  • The first time Stiles met you, he had to do a literal double take because you were just THAT beautiful.
  • It wasn’t like a ‘who ask out who’ situation, your relationship just sort of happened
  • Your first kiss was awkward because he bent down to kiss you and you looked up too fast making him kiss your chin
  • Redoing your first kiss and having a better, more amazing second kiss
  • Stiles thinking you are absolutely breathtaking, and he doesn’t deserve you whatsoever
  • “Stiles, please stop looking at me like that?”
  • “Like what?”
  • “Like I’m the last slice of pizza and you’re starving.
  • “(Y/N), you’re my slice of pizza.”
  • Assuring Stiles that he deserves you
  • Bickering over practically anything like an old married couple
  • “Alright babe, let’s just sit here and WAIT for him to come kill us.”
  • “Well I’ll just think real hard and maybe an idea will pop in my head.”
  • “Not like I’m gushing blood here at all. Let’s just chill.”
  • “So you ate the last dumpling?”
  • “Yup”
  • “Do you hate me or something?”
  • Making homemade dinner for both Stiles and his Dad
  • His dad loves the fact that you keep Stiles sane… sort of
  • You, Stiles and Scott being like the ultimate friendship
  • When Stiles has a panic attack, you’re the only one who can calm him down
  • “Listen to me Stiles, calm down. I’m right here, baby it’s okay.”
  • Putting your hands on his cheeks and making him look you in the eyes in order to sooth him
  • Giving each other absolutely absurd pet names sarcastically but eventually growing to like it
  • “Sugar plum, what should we grab for dinner?”
  • “Shmookie, you got a little dirt on your face.”
  • Stiles getting jealous ALL THE TIME
  • Example: When you tutored Liam in math, Stiles’ refused to leave your side and watched Liam’s every movement. He also almost freaked out when Liam got too close
  • “Keep your dirty little puppy paws off my girlfriend.”
  • Stiles is weirdly competitive, doesn’t matter if you two play game boards, video games, hide and go seek, if he loses he will pout and pout and whine
  • “But (Y/N), you cheated. That’s not fair.”
  • “Babe, we were playing Monopoly.”
  • Getting into your first fight because you were frightfully insecure because of  Lydia, you feared even if he was with you now, he’d still leave you
  • Stiles arguing back that his feelings for Lydia were long in the past and that he loves YOU now
  • “God, (Y/N), can’t you see that I love you now?”
  • “You love me?”
  • “I love you.”
  • Going to every one of his games even if he doesn’t play
  • But also being the first person he told when he was on the field, with a huge smile and a kiss
  • In a sea of people at games, it’s easiest to spot you because you’re the one wearing all face paint, Stiles’ jersey and a huge 24 painted on your cheek
  • Stiles always flailing his arms when explaining something and occasionally smacking you in the face
  • “Sorry (Y/N)”
  • Spending so many nights doing research, it’s not uncommon for the Sheriff to find both of you passed out. You surrounded by papers on Stiles’ bed and Stiles’ face stuck to his desk
  • “I can’t stand you.”
  • “Whats that? (Y/N), I think you said ‘I love you’ very wrong.”
  • Ditching class so many times that there are two pictures of your both faces in all of your classes saying, ‘Do NOT LET THEM LEAVE CLASS. EVER.’
  • Always protecting one another
  • Your fights either go one or two ways
  • One: From all the screaming and anger, you start crying making Stiles’ feel extremely guilty. So you both sit and cuddle all anger set aside, nothing is worse than hurting each other
  • Two: One of you gets so unbelievably turned on, that it leads to pushing into walls and make out sessions and well… ;)
  • Wearing his flannels
  • Stiles loves seeing you in his clothes
  • “Okay, you can have these back now. They don’t smell like you anymore.”
  • Sleeping in Stiles’ bed late into the morning
  • Always being his first call when he has a nightmare because you are the only person who can calm him
  • Switching and fighting over who gets to be little spoon
  • “You got to be little spoon last night!”
  • “Another reason why I should be the spoonIE not the spoonER!”
  • “Sti, that doesn’t make sense.”
  • Catching each other’s eyes when someone says something ridiculously stupid and rolling your eyes at the same time
  • Having so many private jokes that no one understands and aren’t even funny but makes the two of you crack up
  • Always dragging Scott (much to his protest) into fights in order to gain leverage
  • “Scott. Please tell my WRONG boyfriend, that he’s so unbelievably wrong it hurts me.”
  • “Scott, please tell my girlfriend that even though she’s angry she’s also cute. BUT ALSO EXTREMELY FALSE.”
  • Scott groans and says “Guys, please I hate when you do this.”
  • Turning to Scott at the same time and yelling “SCOTT.”
  • Movie marathons: where every time you watch a film you decide whose which character
  • “Stiles, you’re definitely Ron.”
  • “Yeah, you’re probably… Dobby.”
  • Seeing each other at the worst each other’s worst, but still loving the crap out of one another
  • “Stiles, you’ve seen me with my pants down, running to grab popcorn then spilling it over myself. How are you even still with me?”
  • “Well, babe you’ve seen me with snot dripping down my face that made it look like I was a walrus. Also babe, you without pants=amazing.”
  • “Stiles!”
  • Hardcore make out sessions in his car
  • Stiles’ hand always finds a place on your thigh when you drive
  • Walking down the hallway, you are either holding hands or his arm is over your shoulders; giving each other a kiss before class
  • Stiles’ is in literal awe all the time because you are his, and he is yours
  • Never. Ever. Forgetting Stiles

anonymous asked:

Do you think if Liz knew what Damon did to Caroline she would still be ok with him ? TBH that was probably the worst thing for me, the fact that they made an unsuspecting mother besties with her daughters rapist like sometimes I just rewatch TVD and I think to myself 'did that actually happen' I have absolutely no idea whatsoever how anybody could ever deny that Damon raped Caroline..... in getting really fired up atm.

I would like to hope so. But given that the narrative itself liked to pretend that didn’t happen, the odd’s, even in headcanon for that, weren’t too high.

Liz being like bffs with Damon was gross. Liz spending so much of what little time she had left with Damon in S6 was gross. And him giving the eulogy at the funeral of the mother of the girl whom he raped and took advantage of was despicable. And Caroline and Damon being all buddy at the end of S8, was even more so.

Disgusting across the board.

Flawed vs Problematic: CC

A lot of the people who defend CC usually say stuff like “everyone has flaws” and “no one can be perfect all the time.”

And that’s true. You’re absolutely right.

The reason why CC is problematic is because she makes no attempt whatsoever to fix what is flawed. She is ignorant and refuses to consider other viewpoints or even hear people out who have opposing ideas. She will not accept criticism. She manipulates and uses her fans to attack the critics. She refuses to acknowledge that her books have fundamental problems. (Btw, go ahead and enjoy the books, but don’t pretend they don’t have some serious problems.)

CC can have flaws. But refusing to work on those flaws, while simultaneously denying you have them, is problematic.

Kindred’s Call (Black Jewels fic)

Okay, so, this is complete crack. I have absolutely no idea how my brain came up with this, but it did, and therefore, I am going to inflict it upon my poor beleaguered followers. Yes, I’m evil. Whatcha gonna do about it?

(Should you prefer to read on A03, the link is here.)


Noelani Naznova was not having a good day. In fact, one could say she was having an absolutely dreadful day.

It had started innocently enough, even though the seasonal torrid air and blinding sun beat down upon her like an especially heavy club, with her thick black fur coat offering no protection whatsoever from the element of unyielding heat. Still, she had need of herbs that grew only in the wild.

Millennia ago, this desert wasteland had been called Pruul, but now it was known as Australia, home to many different species of extraordinarily dangerous flora and fauna. It was the flora Lani was most interested in, both for ritual work and for healing tonics.

Oddly enough, gathering the materials for her workings remained uninterrupted by the perils of Australia. Most collection days were plagued by a myriad of snakes, spiders, and kangaroos. Yes, kangaroos. They look all cute and cuddly, but the bastards can be vicious when their territory or kin were threatened—or simply whenever they wished to be.

But Noelani was kindred, and the wildlife of the bushland, even if they were landen or even half-Blood, seemed to understand and respect her for what she was—a Black Widow gathering supplies. There were so very few now that she didn’t bother to hide it, although the presence of her Sapphire Jewel alone might have been intimidating enough.

Funny how her “owner” never questioned that her “pet dog” had come by a Sapphire Jewel attached to her collar, despite the flash when her temper riled. Landen—for only the kindred remained, the human Blood long since bred out of existence—possessed an amazing capacity to come up with ludicrous reasons as to why their “pet dog” suddenly appeared bearing a Jewel.

Lindsey, the landen who deluded herself into thinking that she owned Noelani, like she was a mere dog, a Newfie, Lindsey called her, with an unusual but enchanting level of intelligence, squealed in the most obnoxious fashion when Noelani returned from both her Birthright Ceremony and her Offering to the Darkness bearing Jewels. “Oh, how lovely! I wish I knew who’d given you such a lovely gem. Someone must really be fond of you.”

Preposterous. But landen, especially so far diverged from the age of the Blood, had a remarkable capacity for self-deception, especially when it came to things that their “science” couldn’t explain. Still, there were things that must be hidden, because even landen would become suspicious—such as her collection of carefully gathered Craft books and working materials. Only in the darkness, while Lindsey slept, was Noelani able to study by an orb of witchlight.

Fitting, wasn’t it, that she could only do so at such a time, the Darkness sacred to all Blood. Not that she’d met any other Blood. Sometimes she wondered if she was the only remaining kindred, but surely there must be others out there.

If only she could find them.

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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.


ask-raiton-and-nighthawk  asked:

Waaiiit, a pegasister who stopped watching MLP a long time ago and is still in the fandom? Dayum I have no idea how does that work.

ehhh I’m not in the fandom at all. I just draw ponies because they’re cute and easy! You can easily practice so much with them and do all kinds of fun designs, body types, and cool colors! I’m not a “pegasister” in any way! Sorry to disappoint you, but I have absolutely zero interest in mlp whatsoever??

I literally have around 30 other stories, and only 1 of those stories has ponies. That one story is WingSpiral.