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zepskies · 11 months ago

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Aww thank you, lovely!! 🥰 They're getting a sweet start to this romance...

I don't know why, but that moment was so relatable. Poor girl 😂

Lmfao all I know is that's exactly how I'd be feeling if Dean friggin' Winchester was coming towards me like that.

We've talked about this in the last chapter, but that is so unbelievably cruel. I really feel for Jo here. I really do 💔 As much as I love swooning over Dean, I wanna slap that man so hard here. God help me 😭

As usual, Dean's thinking with his dick and nothing else. 😫 It's a shitty situation that the reader has no idea is happening, but I felt for Jo while I was writing it. 💔

Monica? Is that you? 😂

LMFAO you know what, this reader character is very much a "Monica" now that I think about it. 😂

(Btw I'm actually rewatching Friends from the beginning lol. I'm already on season 2. 🤣)

Oh... Oh! I did not put that together until now that Andrea was that Andrea lol

Oh yes!! We're doing deep cut cameos in this AU. 😂

Oh, I hope she quits that stupid sales job and opens her own bakery by the end of this series. Since she went to culinary school, it'd be perfect! She already has a whole firehouse as a customer 😆

Ugh ikr? Her career and her ultimate decision there will definitely be covered in this story. And lol yesss that whole house would be lining up!

Oh dear effing Lord! That whole "burn & ice" bit killed me! If he had done that to me, I would've just made a sound like velociraptor and died on the spot. Holy fucking crap, that was some icy hot action! 🔥🫠

LOLLL. Girl same. Let's be honest, I'd melt right along with that ice and be a fucking puddle on the floor if he did that to me. 🫠❤️‍🔥

Oh Grandpa George, you never disappoint ❤️ I probably swoon more over him than Dean in this series. Isn't that something 😂

Awww I absolutely love to hear that. 🥹🥹 George is so special to me too.

And the 70s roller rink! Omg now I have an extra reason to put Plastic Hearts on my reading list as well. 💖 Love me an 80s theme.

And I loved the getting ready scenes with Dean and the reader and that they both mirrored each other and showed their nervousness. But I hated the fact that Dean thought he had to be someone else and change for her. That's not why she picked you, you dumbass! But also, so typical of Dean to think he wouldn't be enough... 😔

Ahaha Dean's trying a little too hard, isn't he? But yes Sam coming in as the voice of reason (as usual). Dean's whole "relationship" game is weak AF at this point (a hot mess, as you rightly pointed out lmfao), so he's kind of like an early seasons Chandler, just throwing spaghetti at the wall and seeing what sticks.

Red was what? What the hell is a Malbec? Sounds like a kind of fish. That can’t be red wine.

His inner monologue is killing me 🤣

LOL it's my headcanon that canon Dean as well as an AU Dean would have no idea what the fuck wine is about. He's more of a beer or whiskey guy. Tequila if he's feeling frisky.

Although they had their initial difficulties, I'm so happy she saw how he was struggling and they ended up having such a sweet and honest date ❤️ While it was cute he tried to "impress" and "woo" her, how long could he have kept up that ruse, huh? If he wants to have a real relationship, he needs to be real and, thus, himself.

It took them a hot minute, but they got there eventually! 😅 You're so right though; keeping up that "ruse" would've just left him exhausted and her feeling like he's trying to just get into her pants. A real relationship is based on honesty and trust, like you said. And him finally being honest about "women liking the firefighter thing until they don't" -- that's kind of been the crux of his problems with dating so far.

I'm so very glad you enjoyed this chapter!!! Next time you'll see Part 2 of their date. 😘💕💕

Smoke Eater - Part 3

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

AN: Ready for some more ridiculous flirting? lol

🔥 Series Masterlist

Song Inspo: “Got a Hold on Me” by Christine McVie (of Fleetwood Mac) Word Count: 5,800 Tags/Warnings: Mutual pining, fluff, first encounters and first dates

Part 3: “Got a Hold on Me”

Your gaze drew a path onwards, eventually reaching the other end of the bar.

There you caught sight of red flannel over a black undershirt, familiar broad shoulders, and an even more familiar face. Your eyes widened a fraction as his met yours, gleaming with recognition…and interest.

That slow smile of his was familiar too. It made a lance of heat run down your spine. You gripped the counter, mostly to steady yourself as you let out a breath.

Lieutenant Winchester.

You couldn’t help but smile back as you met the man’s gaze across the bar.

You recognized his bearded friend, Benny, who leaned over and said something to Dean. You couldn’t hear him, of course, but maybe he was asking a question. Because Dean nodded and said something in reply before he picked up his glass of what looked like whiskey. And he smoothly got up out of his seat.

Anticipation and nerves coiled together in your lower belly. You turned to your friend, who was already sipping at her vodka cranberry.

“Dre, help me,” you pleaded.

Andréa discreetly followed the path of your gaze, and her brows raised. A smirk curved her lips.

“Oh, babe. You need to help yourself,” she replied.

“I haven’t done that in a while,” you admitted. Your dating life had been sorely lacking, between the demands of your job and taking care of things at home. “I’m gonna say something demented.”

Andréa huffed in amusement.

“So? That’s half the fun,” she said. A smile curved her lips. “I think I’m going to go play some pool.”

And with that, your friend abandoned you. She slid off her seat and patted your ass on her way over to one of the pool tables. You watched her go with narrowed eyes and pursed lips.

“There you go, hun,” said Jo. She slid your drink in front of you. It came in a deep round glass on a stem, with a straw on the side.

“Thanks,” you replied.

You opened the straw and took a small sip to steady yourself, as you saw Dean coming out of the corner of your eye.

You even pretended not to notice the handsome man sliding into the seat next to you. His elbows rested on the counter next to yours, and you finally glanced over at him.

“Can I help you, sir?” you asked. A coquettish smile played at your lips, but you even surprised yourself with your smooth delivery. Inside, you had butterflies.

You didn’t notice the way Jo’s gaze lingered on you and Dean, a frown marring her features. Though she soon moved on to another patron.

And Dean’s attention was solely on you. He gave you a handsome smile, full of charm. You gave him expectant brows.

“Well, we’ll see. I’ve got a question for you,” he said.

You indulged him with a nod. “Okay. What’s your question, Lieutenant?”

“Why Girl Scout cookies?” he asked, speaking of the baked goods you’d brought by the firehouse yesterday. “I mean, we’ve gotten cakes, muffins, Krispy Kreme donuts. But I gotta say, we’ve never gotten some bakery-style Trefoils.”

Your smile brightened a bit.

“Who doesn’t like ‘em?” you asked. “I mean, you can walk by their table and be all coy and pretend you’re not going to buy anything, but then you walk away with half a dozen boxes of Thin Mints.”

Dean chuckled, and you enjoyed the way it crinkled the corners of his eyes.

“Or is that just me?” you added, and once again sipped at your drink.

Meanwhile, Andréa felt a hot gaze on her as she set up the cue balls on the pool table. She allowed it with a subtle smile. If it was the same one she’d crossed paths with earlier when she walked in with you, then she didn’t mind.

She was, however, getting impatient.

“Mind if I join you?”

The pleasant drawl of the man’s voice licked up her spine. When she glanced over her shoulder, her smile widened a fraction. Finally.

“For a game?” she asked. She straightened, brushing a smooth wave of dark hair off her shoulder.

And she turned to meet the bearded man standing casually behind her, resting his glass on the edge of the pool table. The gray of his rolled up, buttoned-down shirt brought out the vivid blue of his eyes. But even though he was tall and broad, he didn’t seem intimidating.

“To start with,” he said. His lips quirked at a smile. “But first, I think it’d be a damn shame if I didn’t ask for your name.”

Andréa’s head tipped to one side as she considered him. She picked up the second pool stick and handed it to him.

“Are you going to ask?” she replied. Her fingers curled around her own stick as she leaned a hip against the table.

It made him smile. Those eyes of his considered her dress, an earthy green that brought out the hazel in her eyes, warm against her tan skin. But he lingered on her face, full lips and long, dark lashes.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” he asked.

“Andréa,” she answered, and gestured to the pyramid of cue balls. “I’ll even let you go first, if I get your name.”

His smile deepened, and he leaned over beside her to line up his shot. He glanced over and found the challenge in her eyes was more than welcome.

“I’m Benny,” he said. He took the shot without looking at his target, breaking the pyramid and scattering cue balls across the table.

Back at the bar, your drink and your conversation were both bringing a pleasant buzz to your brain. You nodded along with the music when “Got a Hold on Me” by Christine McVie replaced Boston.

“You’re liftin’ me up,” she sang through the speakers. “Never let me down…and I smile whenever you’re around.”

Dean glanced at you with a small grin, shaking his head.

You couldn’t help but smile back. “What?”

“Nothin’,” he said. “I just didn’t expect to see someone like you here.”

Your brows furrowed. “Someone like me?”

He caught the look on your face, and his turned apologetic.

“Nah, I just mean…this doesn’t seem like your usual vibe,” he said.

You weren’t quite sure how to take that, but you eventually shrugged.

“To be honest, I don’t go out all that much,” you replied. “I like it here though. Good music, good drinks—”

“And good company, I hope,” Dean added in. You allowed that with a smile.

All the while, Christine kept singing.

“I’ve been down. I’ve been used. Now I know, I know, I know, I just can’t lose…”

“So did you guys like the cookies? Or did the Girl Scout thing put you off,” you teased. Dean’s lips quirked.

“Sweetheart, those delectables were gone by end of shift. I’m talking that afternoon. They were easily some of the best cookies I’ve ever tasted…I’m serious,” he said, when you became a bit bashful, and maybe disbelieving.

“I’m tellin’ you, if you had your own bakery, I’d be lining up every damn day,” he said. He then sent you a playfully suspicious look. “Matter of fact, you didn’t just buy those, did you?”

Your smiled warmed as you considered your half-empty glass. Your fingers traced the rim.

“Well, don’t laugh but…I actually went to culinary school,” you said. Dean’s brows rose high at the confession.

“Why would I laugh about that? That’s awesome!” he said. “Why didn’t you become a chef or something?”

Your gaze drifted downwards. “Well…let’s just say, life got in the way.”

His face dimmed a little at that. But you noticed, and you tried to perk up.

“So yes, sir. I baked all five dozen of those cookies with my own two hands,” you said more cheerfully. You raised waving fingers. “I’ve got the burns to prove it.”

You’d actually made a rookie move, trying to move one of the trays before it had sufficiently cooled down. It was bad enough that you had to apply some aloe last night.

Dean made a show of furrowing his brows, with playful concern.

“Let me see,” he said. He straightened in his seat, acting more “Lieutenant Winchester” as he took your hands and examined your palms and fingers. You blushed, and you bit your lip against a smile as his larger hands handled yours with care.

He did notice the redness on your fingertips, and part of your right palm. He glanced up at you.

“Do they hurt?” he asked.

You blinked at the genuine note in his question.

“Oh, not really,” you said. But you smiled at the fractional raise of his brows. “Well, maybe they still sting a bit, but it’s nothing. I had worse in school, believe me.”

Dean hummed as he considered your hands. Your face heated up further as you tried to get a read on what he was thinking. Was he about to do the cheesy thing and kiss it better? (Though you probably wouldn’t mind, even if he did.)

Instead, Dean reached into his own glass and grabbed an ice cube. After shaking off some excess water droplets, he moved the ice against the pads of your fingers, then down the fading red mark on your palm.

“That feel better?” he asked.

If possible, your blush intensified as your insides warmed and melted like hot butter. It was a sweet, and seemingly earnest gesture that plucked at your heartstrings.

And that was how Dean Winchester got your number before “Got a Hold on Me” ended.

Andréa was still chatting away at the bar with Benny by the time you decided to call it a night. She understood why you wanted to get home, to check on your grandfather.

You saw a bit of disappointment in Dean’s eyes when you said you needed to go, but he graciously offered to walk you to your car. It was pretty late, after all, and you had more than one reason to agree as he stepped out with you into the night.

You didn’t know if it was the evening chill, or his presence burning beside you that made a small shiver run through you. But once the two of you reached your car, you hesitated and looked up at Dean. You realized that you were reluctant to end this, whatever it was.

He quirked a smile down at you and tucked a wily strand of hair behind your ear.

“It was good to see you,” he said.

“Likewise, Lieutenant,” you replied, with a teasing gleam in your eyes. His were drawn to your face, lowering to your lips.

“Can I see you again?” he asked.

Again, your face warmed. “I think I’d be okay with that.”

His smile grew with his huff of amusement.

“Okay, how about I pick you up tomorrow night?” he offered. “That’s, uh…if you don’t got any plans.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest. Play it cool, for the love of God. Just say yes.

You didn’t usually agree to let a man pick you up on the first date, but something about Dean felt intrinsically trustworthy. Maybe it was the fact that he’d already saved you once this week.

“Sure,” you agreed, sounding more casual than you felt. “What did you have in mind?”

Dean considered that with a thoughtful look.

“Tell you what, let me take you to dinner. Somewhere nice,” he said. His hand raised to thumb at your warm cheek. He couldn’t see your blush, but you were sure he could feel it.

“I like dinner,” you admitted. Though you immediately wanted to slap yourself. Idiot!

Dean just laughed, and your blush turned to one of embarrassment.

“All right. Something we can agree on,” he said in amusement. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Get home safe, okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded, though you paused, looking up at the indecision on his face. His gaze roamed your face, once again falling to your lips. Nervousness trilled down your spine, though you didn’t know why.

Maybe you were just a coward, but you didn’t wait for him to decide. You just gave him one last smile before you turned from him, unlocking your car with a press of a button on your keys.

“Well, goodnight,” you told him. “See you tomorrow.”

He nodded, stepping back from you. “See you soon.”

Well, it was tomorrow. And you were trying not to freak the hell out.

“That’s it,” Andréa said. “That’s the one.”

You had her on FaceTime, with your phone propped up on your dresser as you raided your closet.

Your hair was pinned up, your makeup done, and now, she’d helped you find the right outfit—a dress in vibrant emerald green that hugged your curves and fell to about mid-thigh. You smoothed out the straps and twisted to see yourself in the mirror.

“Why’re you frowning. This is perfect!” Andréa said.

“I just…” You sighed, once again trying to tug up the neckline. It was a bit lower than you preferred, but if you remembered right, your friend had encouraged this purchase a while back.

“It isn’t too much, is it?” you asked.

“Not for a first date with a smokin’ hot firefighter, mind the pun,” Andréa teased. “You’re a knockout, babe. He won’t be able to pick up his tongue off the floor…but I’m sure you can find a place for him to put it.”

You spluttered laughing, even after you made a scandalized sound. “You’re ridiculous.”

Still, you knew you could always count on Andréa to hype you up. You appreciated that about her; she was confident without being petty or prideful. And while she never begrudged you for your more cautious approach to things, she did try to get you out of your comfortable shell when you needed it. This, apparently, was one of those times.

You chose a pair of black suede heels Dean hadn’t seen before, along with a few spritzes of perfume in strategic locations on your body.

“Okay, Dean’s supposed to get here at 8:00. Until then, regale me with more about your night with Captain Benjamin Lafitte,” you said, drawing out each word of the man’s name with a suggestive flourish.

Andréa gave a dreamy sigh. She smiled as she sat back against her headboard in bed.

“He was just so…” she trailed, like she was sorting through a collection of memories, savoring each one, all while trying to find a way to distill it all into a simple sentence. She had an artist’s mind, and so tended to romanticize. But you enjoyed the way she spun her stories.

“Earthy, and real, while still being charming,” she said. “I’m pretty sure he let me win the pool game. Which ordinarily would annoy the shit out of me, but when he offered to buy me another drink, I couldn’t say no, and…we talked until the bar closed.”

“Wow.” Your eyes widened as you made the finishing touches on your clipped up hair.

“Right? I’ve never had an experience like that with a perfect stranger,” she said. “I think…I think it was like, one of those connections you hear about, see on TV but never think it happens in real life. I’ll tell you, when we walked into the bar, his eyes were the first thing I saw. And they were the last thing I remember from that night, after he kissed me goodnight…well, more like made out against my car, but you get the idea.”

She smiled as her face became lost in thought. Meanwhile, you tried not to be envious that she’d had more courage than you.

“Are you going to see him again soon?” you asked. Andréa seemed to come back down to Earth at the question, meeting your gaze.

“I think so,” she said. “We’re trying to plan something for next week. He’s also a construction contractor.”

You nodded. “Yeah, Dean was telling me that a lot of them have part-time jobs when they’re not on shift.”

“Does he do anything on the side?” she asked.

“If I remember right, he said he fixes cars sometimes, but I’m not sure if he’s a certified mechanic,” you replied.

“Well, maybe he can spruce up your old-ass Toyota Camry. How long have you had that thing?” she asked.

You scoffed. “Since college. And it was old then, since I got it used…I think I’ve racked up about 200,000 miles on it.”

Andréa grimaced. “Oh God. You really need a new car, before that thing breaks down on you.”

“That’s what I keep tellin’ her,” said Grandpa George. He appeared in the doorway with a mug of tea. He waved at Andréa on your phone screen. “Hey there, sweetheart.”

“Hey, George. What’re your plans this evening? Go-karting or roller blading?” she teased with a grin.

George matched it with a hearty laugh. Andréa was his favorite.

“Well, I think I’ll start at the roller disco and see where my heart takes me,” he replied. Though he had fond stars in his eyes, and you smiled, knowing what memory he was about to recall.

“Ah, my wife and I met at one of those cheesy-ass places in the ‘70s,” he said. “She was a regular there, had the knee-high socks, the shiny skirt, her long hair whipping around like a rope… I remember she skated past me and knocked me clean onto my ass. I watched her skate away, that little skirt swishing. I think I was half in love right there.”

Your heart twinged, both for yourself and for him, as you could see the sting of melancholy in his eyes. Your grandmother had passed away a few years ago, but it was still deeply painful for both of you.

George shook his head, as if clearing the ghosts of memory from his mind. He looked over at you with a fond smile.

“Well, don’t you look beautiful?” he said. And he reached out for your hand, playfully raising it above your head and twirling you around as you smiled. “Reminds me of when your grandma helped you get ready for the senior prom.”

You snorted at that. “You mean when she almost glued my eyes shut, trying to get those fake lashes on?”

You’d rather pluck out your own eyes than have to ever again go through the “de-gluing process,” as she’d called it.

“It’s a shame we don’t have any pictures of you that night,” George considered. A knowing smile crossed his face. “You looked adorable.”

“I looked like I had a wonky eye,” you retorted. “Why do you think I burned all the evidence?”

Andréa tried not to, but she chortled at your expense. You shot her a narrowed look.

“Careful,” she teased. “Don’t strain yourself, Wonky. You’ve got a better night than prom ahead of you.”

“Speaking of, when’s that boy supposed to pick you up?” George asked.

You let out a breath, slightly nervous as you checked the time on your phone.

“In about ten minutes.”

“Okay, for the third time,” Sam said, trying his best to be patient. He sat on Dean’s bed while the man stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He was debating the age-old question: tie, or no tie?

“Red wine goes with red meat. White wine goes with chicken and fish,” Sam reminded him. “If you get red, you want to order a bottle of merlot. It’s full bodied without being dry as hell.”

“Yeah, merlot with meat. Got it,” Dean nodded. “What’s white again?”

“Everything else,” Sam said, once again. “If you order white, I’d say go with a pinot grigio. It’s light, can be dry or can be fruity. It all depends on personal preference, but I really like—”

“Well, I’m probably getting steak, so no to pinot,” Dean said. He finally decided on no tie, just a black suit jacket over the dark blue shirt, with a couple of buttons left open at the top.

Sam sighed and gestured at his brother. “And what if she wants fish? What if she hates red wine?”

Dean frowned. “Right. Okay. Pinot or merlot, got it.”

“Always ask to try it first,” Sam added. “Or here’s a thought. You could just be yourself. Order a beer and let her get whatever she wants.”

His frown deepening, Dean shook his head and left his bathroom. He crossed his bedroom to find his shoes—the nice black ones he only wore for weddings and funerals.

“Nah. This girl’s classy, Sam. Can’t half-ass this,” he said. A bit of unease coiled in his stomach, but he tried his best to ignore it.

He couldn’t remember the last time he got nervous to meet a girl…maybe because he hadn’t gone out on an actual “dinner and conversation” date in a while.

Or at least, he didn’t think he could count his dates as real ones.

“You’ll be fine,” Sam said. He could see plainly what his brother didn’t want to admit, only because they knew each other so well.

Dean glanced over at Sam and flickered at a smile. He grabbed his keys, his wallet, and didn’t think he was missing anything…

“Dean,” Sam said. He nodded over at the bundle on the dresser. Dean reached for it and shot his brother a wink.

“Hold the fort, Sammy.”

His car rumbled to a stop in front of your house just a few minutes late. Dean took a moment to admire the nice-looking beige house with its dark trim, old but still in good condition. And he wondered if you had roommates, or if you lived alone. Maybe you even owned this place.

He wasn’t sure, as he could only see one car in the driveway (your car, he recognized). He knew he’d need about two or three other roommates to be able to afford this two-story house.

He straightened his collar and blew out a breath. Get it together, asshole. You’re going on a date, not running into a burning building.

Funny, he’d probably be less nervous with the latter.

You’re not nervous, he reminded himself. You like her, that’s all…yeah.

Rolling his eyes at himself, Dean turned off the car and grabbed his key out of the ignition on his way out. He walked up the red brick path up to the porch and knocked on your door.

His pulse picked up a bit when he heard a pair of heels approaching the door. Soon enough, it opened, and Dean was greeted with a sight. Namely your face, and a smile spreading across it.

Beautiful, he couldn’t help but think, as his gaze dipped to take in the rest of you. He liked the color of your pretty green dress, the soft and classy makeup, the goddamn sexy heels, and the way your hair was pinned up. (Even though it looked so soft, he wanted to see it loose.)

He liked it all, especially that you seemed happy to see him.

“Hey there,” you said, a little breathy, like you’d been hastening down the stairs.

Dean gave you a smile, along with the small bouquet of flowers he’d been hiding behind his back.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said. His smile deepened when you uttered a gasp at the modest bundle of red tulips. “Feel like I should’a gone with something more impressive to match you. You look beautiful.”

You glanced up at him with a sweet smile, but you took the flowers and shook your head.

“No, these are gorgeous. I…can’t remember the last time someone gave me flowers,” you admitted.

It was a bit old-fashioned, but one of Dean’s earliest memories as a kid was seeing his dad come home, late from work as he so often was. But he’d stopped along the way at his mom’s favorite flower shop. He brought her red tulips rather than red roses.

Dean didn’t know why. Maybe that was her favorite flower, or maybe the roses were all out. In his memory though, his mom’s upset faded whenever she saw those flowers.

“Thank you,” you said warmly, taking Dean out of his thoughts. He flashed you a smile touched with slight embarrassment. He drew a hand through his short hair at the back of his head.

“Well, uh, are you ready?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yep! Just need to grab my purse and put these in some water.”

You welcomed him inside the house while he waited for you to find a vase. Dean took the opportunity to look around from where he stood in the hall. It looked big on the outside, but inside, it looked like a cozy family home. He took in the wood furniture, a paisley couch in the living room, family pictures on the wall and in a China cabinet rather than actual fine China.

It didn’t exactly scream high-powered saleswoman, but maybe you’d inherited it from your family. Or you were going to have it fixed up before you sold it, like some Property Brothers-type action. Or he was reading too much into it entirely, and should just focus on the fact that you’d agreed to go out with him to begin with.

Dean perked up when you returned with your purse on your shoulder and the tulips in a vase, which you set down on the living room coffee table for now. You greeted him again with smile.

“I’ll find a better place for those later, just didn’t want to keep you waiting,” you said.

“You’re good,” he said. He offered you his hand, along with a grin. “I hope you’re hungry though. I know how much you like dinner.”

You giggled, ducking your head in embarrassment. You followed him out the front door.

“If we can forget about that tipsy foot-in-mouth moment, that’d be great,” you said. Dean shook his head.

“Sorry, my mind’s like a steel trap,” he teased, even as he led you down the few steps of your porch in your heels.

“Oh, really?” Your brow raised. “Okay, I’ll remember you said that.”

Dean smirked. “Uh oh. Why do I feel like that one’s gonna bite me in the ass someday?”

“We’ll see,” you replied in amusement. “Future dinners might be on the line here.”

Your eyes widened when you finally saw his car parked behind yours in the driveway. Big and black and sleek and Chevrolet.

“Wow. That’s your car?”

Dean shot you a grin that was somehow proud without being smug.

“You like her?” he asked. He unlocked the car and even opened the passenger side door for you.

Wow again. A rare gentleman. You smiled and obliged him by climbing in.

“I think I do,” you said. Dean got in on his side after closing your door. The doors creaked and the engine rumbled when he turned the ignition. He looked over at you in a way that made your insides both flutter and melt. Anticipation and warmth.

“Think she likes you too,” he said.

Shit, what did Sam say? Dean stared down the wine menu, which may as well have been a Chinese grocery list, for all he knew.

Red was what? What the hell is a Malbec? Sounds like a kind of fish. That can’t be red wine.

He discreetly raised his gaze above the menu. You were sitting there, pretty much perfect while you looked over the appetizer menu. This was an Italian restaurant. A nice one, and a cut above Dean’s usual dining spots. Neither of you had eaten here before, but you looked vastly more comfortable than he felt.

“What sounds better to you, clams or bruschetta?” you asked. Your eyes flicked up to his thoughtfully. “You don’t strike me as a clammy kinda guy.”

A smile tugged at his lips. There was a “clam” joke in there somewhere, but he wasn’t sure you’d appreciate it.

“Bruschetta is the toast with little tomatoes, right?” he asked.

“Yep,” you nodded, but then your head tilted as you looked down at the menu again. “Or we could do meatballs. Comes with two—a ball each.”

You bit your lip over a smile, tinged with embarrassment, like you didn't realize what you were saying until you said it.

Dean smirked. Maybe your sense of humor was more in line with his than he expected.

“Well, I don’t typically go for balls, meaty or otherwise. But whatever you want, sweetheart,” he teased. Truth be told, he loved Italian meatballs, but right now, he liked your snort of amusement even more.

By the time the server, Liam, came to the table, you seemed to know what you wanted, while Dean was still looking over the wine list like it was Calculus homework.

“Would you like something to drink?” Liam asked.

Dean paused, unsure of how to respond. He glanced at you on reflex. You were waiting for him to say something, he knew. He just wasn’t sure what he could say that didn’t make him look like an idiot.

“I’ll have a glass of this Cabernet Sauvignon,” you replied to the server, and pointed out the name of the wine on the list. He nodded and wrote that down, then turned to Dean next.

“And for you, sir?” Liam asked.

Again, Dean had a conundrum.

He decided to play it safe. “I’ll have the same.”

You eyed him a moment, before you turned back to Liam.

“Can we try it first? See if we like it,” you said.

“Certainly,” he nodded. “Do you want to start with an appetizer?”

“Yes. The meatballs, please,” you replied, glancing at Dean with secret amusement. His lips hinted at a smirk.

When the server left to put in the order, you rested your elbows on the table and folded your hands under your chin.

“Something tells me you’re not big on wine,” you said.

Dean’s smile became more self-deprecating as he tapped a finger on the table.

“That obvious, huh? …Well, can’t say I didn’t try.”

“Dean Winchester.” Your head tilted as you considered him. “Are you trying to impress me?”

“Trying, maybe. Doubt I’m succeeding,” he admitted with a short laugh.

You let out a small sigh, but you didn’t look disappointed.

“I just want to get to know you,” you said. “You don’t have to woo me or anything.”

His brow rose in a subtle challenge. “What if you deserve a bit of wooing?”

You glanced down then, with a pretty blush beginning to dust your cheeks. He could still spot it in the dim lamplight, and it made him smile.

“I get what you’re saying,” he inclined his head. “I just have a feeling the guys you go out with know how to order a bottle of wine, at least.”

You met his gaze at that. Your brows drew together, and it wasn’t until that that you realized what Dean seemed to be thinking. Like you were somehow better than him, or out of his league. While that was incredibly flattering (and downright surprising), it just wasn’t true, you felt.

You’d been nervous as hell up until this point, convinced that this man’s interest was half because he’d saved you. Because really, between the cut of that jaw, that smile, and those eyes, he could have anyone. And yet, he’d noticed you.

So now, you gained enough courage to reach across the table and rest your hand over his. It earned his attention.

“Look, Dean,” you said. “You don’t know anything about the kind of guys I go out with, so why don’t you just try to get to know me, instead of being whatever you think I want?”

There was a challenge in your eyes, but your smile softened it, along with your hand in his. Dean curled his fingers around your hand, and he nodded.

“That’s fair,” he said. His thumb drew across the back of your hand as he considered what you’d said. He realized he wasn’t being fair…

“See, women tend to like the firefighter thing, until they don’t,” he said.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Well, after a little while, it’s like the shine wears off,” Dean admitted. “Between the long, sometimes inconsistent hours, the weight of the job… It’s either too much, or not enough, you know?”

As much as that disheartened you to hear, you kind of understood what he was saying. First responders led challenging lives, and you could imagine how hard it would be to maintain relationships—from family and friends to lovers. And when he met your eyes, you had a feeling you knew what he was really saying underneath.

It’s not enough…or he’s not enough?

You frowned and squeezed his hand.

“That must make it hard to find a real connection with someone,” you said.

Dean read the look in your eyes: sympathetic, but not pitying. He appreciated that, and you right now. But he was also getting a bit embarrassed. Good job, Mr. Overshare.

He let go of your hand just to lean back in his seat and card his fingers through his hair. He blew out a breath.

“Sorry. Don’t know why I’m saying all this crap,” he said with a chuckle.

You smiled and crossed your arms on the table. “It’s not crap.”

He gave you a wry smile.

This Dean is not what I expected, you thought. He was all panty-dropping smiles and one-liners, until he wasn’t. Behold, the softie underneath.

Liam soon returned with two glasses with a sample of the wine you’d requested. Dean took his glass, but waited a moment to watch you bring yours up to your face. You inhaled first before you took an experimental sip. You smiled and hummed at the taste. It led Dean to sip his as well.

He immediately made a face at the bitter, strong taste that razed across his tastebuds. He was used to the burn of alcohol, but this was just gross.

That’s when he caught that look on your face—a small smile as you gauged his reaction.

“Refreshing,” Dean quipped. And dry as hell.

“You want a beer instead?” you asked.

“Definitely,” Dean nodded, looking up at Liam. “Heineken, if you please.”

“That I can do.” The other man quirked a smile. “And for you, miss?”

You tapped on the rim of your wine glass. “A glass of this please. Thank you.”

“Absolutely,” Liam replied. “I’ll bring those shortly.”

Dean watched you with a smile. You caught him at it and smiled back questioningly.

“What?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Nothin’.”

He liked the way you carried yourself. Smart and classy, without being a snob. Confident and sexy at times, while shy and freakin’ adorable at others…

Damn, Dean thought. He liked you. He did.

And he didn’t want to admit it, but that kind of scared him.

AN: Hohoo, so believe it or not, this is just part 1 of the first date! The rest is to come in the next chapter. But how did you like this so far?

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You watched him curiously as he shrugged out of his jacket. He wrapped it around your shoulders, like this was some kind of Hallmark moment.

Heh. Can’t believe Meg had it right, he thought, as he caught your blush.

“Thanks,” you said softly.

“Can’t let you catch cold in this little dress,” Dean reasoned.

He gently tugged you in closer by the ends of his jacket. Once again, his gaze was drawn to your face, your eyes, and finally your lips. You still held both ice cream cones between you two, but he could be careful enough to sample something else.

He started to lean in…

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You were hoping you had a little more time.

"You know, you talk about your best friend a lot but I've never met her," Jeongguk observes, sitting beside you in the booth despite it being just the two of you.

Why do you care is what you want to ask, but you know logically partners meet best friends. You've met Jimin and Taehyung.

"Yeah, I guess our schedules have just never lined up," you shrug, feigning casualness, cutting into the piece of chicken you're eating.

Jeongguk hums, reaching out to wipe at the corner of your mouth when you get a little messy, "It'd be nice to meet her. I know she's important to you."

The sentiment is sweet and proves that Jeongguk cares about you and other facets of your life, but the suggestion makes you sick to your stomach. You're afraid that if they meet…

"I'll see when Yoojung is free, maybe we can all do dinner," you suggest quietly.

Nine months. You'd gone nine months without them meeting, without Jeongguk realizing he had picked the wrong friend, and now your little bubble was about to pop.

"Sounds good baby, you know my schedule is flexible so just set a time and I'll be there," Jeonggum grins cutely before he leans in and kisses your cheek sweetly.

Your heart breaks.

You and Yoojung have been best friends since you were kids. You're good for each other; you've always been quiet, waiting for the right moment to speak, and Yoojung has always been free with her thoughts; you're a bit of a hot head and Yoojung takes time to process her anger; you're a dreamer and Yoojung is a realist. You guys balance each other and you don't think you'd be where you are today without her.

Your self esteems are the polar opposite. Yoojung knows who she is and is confident in that whereas you wish, sometimes, you could be someone else. It makes you feel guilty, but you harbor a bit of resentment for the easy way she treats herself, something you can't do.

Your fears of Jeongguk leaving you for her aren't unwarranted either; your relationship track record shows that the last three boyfriends you've had had met Yoojung and promptly broke up with you once they realized who they could have had. Nothing had come of it, Yoojung wouldn't give them the time of day as your ex, but it happens.

And it probably will happen again. Jeongguk and Yoojung are similar in a lot of ways and you're loath to admit it, but they probably complement each other better than you and Jeongguk do.

You don't know if you'll be able to survive the heartbreak this time around.

"Are you okay, love? You've been quiet," Jeongguk notes, smoothing his shirt down in the mirror.

You both are dressed up, getting ready to go to dinner with Yoojung.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine," you answer, messing with the hem of your own dress. You don't know why you bother, once Jeongguk sees her he'll forget you even exist.

Jeongguk is quiet for a moment, taking the time to roll his sleeves up even though he's going to have you fix them anyway.

"Are you sure?" He starts tentatively, "it hasn't just been today. You've been a little spacey this week."

It's because I'm about to lose you, and I don't think I'll be able to cope.

"Yeah, Gguk, I'm okay," you smile at him before you tie some of your hair up, knowing you'll get hot sooner rather than later.

Jeongguk nods and let's it go, going to the dresser where he has a few of his watches laid out to put one on. You spray a bit of perfume on and slide into a pair of cute wedges you got on sale.

Jeongguk stops you before you leave the bedroom, cupping your face gently to tilt your head to look at him. Even in wedges he's taller than you.

"I just wanted to tell you you look really pretty tonight. I can tell you've been practicing with your makeup; your wings are getting really good," Jeongguk kisses the tip of your nose and despite everything, despite this night being the beginning of the end, you melt into him.

"Thank you, baby," you murmur, pushing yourself into his chest for a hug.

"Also, can you roll my sleeves up? You do it better than I do," he pouts and you can't help but laugh.

I love you. Please be gentle when you leave me.

Jeongguk pulls Yoojung’s chair out, and then yours, kissing your cheek before he sits beside you. The two of you are facing her.

"Oh, a gentleman, how nice," Yoojung teases.

You smile, picking up your menu as Jeongguk slings his arm over the back of your chair, his fingertips brushing against your shoulder in an act of comfort.

"So, let's address the elephant in the room: you two are best friends and I have to impress you so you'll give me your blessing," Jeongguk starts off, as serious as one can be, and Yoojung throws her head back as she laughs.

"We're not that archaic, babe," you shake your head, "Yoojung trusts me to make my own decisions."

"Now hold on there- oh, yes, good evening, I'd like a glass of white wine, sweet, name doesn't matter."

The waiter nods at her, "Yes ma'am, and for you two?"

"Water, please, no lemon," you smile.

"Do you guys have beer? I'll just take a bottle, and a glass of water."

"Where was I… oh, yes! Hold on a second, missy, maybe I should be archaic. After all, it's been, what, seven months and we're just now meeting?"

"Nine," Jeongguk corrects, before you have a chance to, "to be technical, it'll be nine months in a little over a week."

"Oh my god, are you one of those people? A counter? That's so cute," Yoojung coos and you blush, turning in your seat to face him a little more when his arm tightens around you, kissing your temple.

"Shut up," you grumble.

"Oh my god, you're both that person. Didn't you get matching necklaces for 100 days? Talk about gag worthy," she teases, good naturedly.

"Shut up," you giggle, but you can't help but reach up for the chain around your neck.

They're simple gold chains, nothing too fancy or ostentatious since neither you nor Jeongguk are into flashy jewelry, but they mean the most to you. You feel a pang in your heart and decide not to dwell on the future.

The waiter comes back with your drinks and you all order.

"I love cheat days," Yoojung sighs dreamily, "I haven't had pasta in an entire month."

"Oh, are you cutting out carbs?" Jeongguk asks and you swallow heavily, already knowing where this is going.

"Yes! I've been trying to gain some muscles and so I'm eating more red meat but less carbs. I haven't had bread in a few months now, but I can't cut pasta out for good."

"Oh, you're trying to gain muscle mass? I mainly focus on cardio, but I do a bit of strength training. If you're interested and have time, we should…"

You were prepared for the exclusion and easily zone out, focusing on a painting near you. It's a pretty sunset, though it seems a little out of place with the other pieces in the restaurant; the others are all abstract flower designs, but this one is a realistic depiction of a sunset over water. You like it. It's pretty, despite being an outlier.

"Baby?"

You turn back to the conversation at hand to see Yoojung and Jeongguk both looking at you.

"Sorry, did you ask me something?"

Jeongguk tucks some of your loose hair behind your ear, eyes roaming over your face, before asking you quietly, "Are you sure you're feeling alright? Do you have a fever? Are your allergies acting up?"

"Yeah, Jeongguk, I'm sorry, I'm fine," you assure, but he holds your gaze a little longer, so you try to tack on, "it's just… been a week."

"Oof, work been rough? Wait, don't you guys work for the same company?"

"Yeah, it's how we met," you remind her and she nods excitedly.

"A story of department crossed lovers, right? Finance meets marketing?"

"I don't think that's really how we would describe it," you mumble, petulant.

"The first day we met was the day your department's copier broke, right? And you had to come use ours for a meeting you had to go to. Our copier has different default settings than your department and I remember how frazzled and absolutely adorable you looked, trying to figure out how to work it to get to that meeting on time. I knew I had to help you, because we're coworkers, but also because I wanted to know more about you."

It sounds so romantic when Jeongguk puts it like that, a modern day meet cute.

"That's stupid cute," Yoojung says bluntly, before she teases you with, "didn't it take you a few weeks to believe Jeongguk was hitting on you? Didn't you tell me he had to come right out and say "listen, I think you're cute and you're not picking up on my hints, let's go on a date"?"

"Don't say it like that," you can feel the embarrassment as plain as day on your cheeks.

"Baby, you are kind of oblivious," Jeongguk joins in, "but it's cute though. I love watching your face when you finally realize something, like a literal light bulb over your head."

You squirm a little in your seat at the attention and Jeongguk coos at you, leaning in to kiss your forehead. He lingers, so you know he's sneakily trying to test if you're feverish.

"Okay, enough about me please," you beg, before you indicate to their drinks, "get drunk and leave me alone."

They laugh at your comment and by that time, your food has arrived. Conversation dulls just a bit as you all tuck in, but Yoojung starts it back up easily enough like she always does. You knew they would, but they seem to be getting along well, and it let's you zone out a little again, enjoying the soup you got as you think about your upcoming week.

You wonder how long it'll take for Jeongguk to break up with you. The last boyfriend had met Yoojung and broke up with you that same night, but you think Jeongguk does genuinely care enough about you that he'll wait at least a little bit. A week, probably. Should you start boxing his stuff up now? He typically stays with you, because it takes a while for you to get comfortable in new environments and it had been easier for you to invite him in. You don't have too much stuff at his apartment and if things end quickly, you're pretty positive they're things you don't need.

You let out a quiet sigh and Jeongguk immediately looks over at you.

"How's your steak?" You ask, before he can ask you anything.

"It's good, perfect medium rare. Want a bite?" He asks, but he's already loading his fork up, scooping some mashed potatoes as he does.

He holds his hand under your chin to catch anything that falls and you try not to blush at the way Yoojung is cowing you two.

"Mmm, it is good. Oh God, those potatoes…"

Jeongguk grins, loading his fork up again with just potatoes, and you grin happily as he feeds you.

"How's yours? It's the seasonal soup, right? What was it… butternut squash?"

"Apple pumpkin bisque! Ggukie, it's so good, you have to try it," you carefully push your bowl towards him, eagerly indicating for him to take a spoonful.

"Feed me," he whines, poking your side, "why do I have to baby you but you can't baby me?"

"I didn't ask you to," you mutter petulantly, but you carefully spoon some up, even blowing on it before tilting it into his mouth. There's a strange glint in Jeongguk’s eyes, and you can't help the way your heart stutters when he blinks at you as he tries to wink.

"Delicious," he licks ridiculously at the spoon and you quickly draw back.

"Okay, new rule, no kink stuff at the table," Yoojung announces loudly and you want to curl up in a ball and die when a waiter passes by and throws your table a scandalous look, "food play? Really? That's not one I expected out of you. Or is it that gross domesticity you two have going on? Is that a kink? Being disgustingly in love?"

Jeongguk laughs loudly as you slide down in your seat, hiding your face.

Yoojung continues to embarrass you over dessert, bringing out the big guns and pulling up pictures from your guys' childhood to go with her stories.

"Oh my God, babe, babe your cheeks! Why did you get rid of them, they're so cute," Jeongguk declares dramatically, leaning towards you to pinch obnoxiously at your cheek, "grow them back."

It's fun, reminiscing with Yoojung and seeing how excited Jeongguk gets over what seems like mundane moments to you. It's been awhile since you and Yoojung have just sat down and talked and it's nice to have Jeongguk present, even if there's a bittersweet feeling.

Yoojung isn't one for much fanfare so when it's time to say goodbye she kisses your cheek and waves at Jeongguk.

"Oh, here baby, go warm up the car, I'm going to the bathroom," he tells you and you nod, taking the keys from him.

Jeongguk doesn't take long, sliding into the driver's seat and groaning when he feels the hear in his seat, "Ah, you take such good care of me, that feels so nice. Are you staying over tonight? I can just drive us to work in the morning."

"Yeah, that'll be fine. I should still have some clothes to change into," this'll also give you a chance to start taking things you don't want to leave behind.

The rest of the drive is quiet, with Jeongguk sliding his hand into your lap to hold your hold, thumb rubbing sweetly against your skin.

I love you, he draws against your skin, and you try not to cry.

You've brushed your teeth and washed your face and now you're brushing your hair out as Jeongguk hogs the bathroom. You're dressed in some of his clothes to sleep in when you notice both of your phones sitting on the dresser and decide to plug them in for the night.

As you pick up Jeongguk’s phone, a message preview pops up and a lead ball drops in your stomach.

From: Yoojung

That sounds good, she's visiting her mom this weekend so it's the perfect time for us to meet up. I can't wait!

It's like you blink and a week has gone by. If you stop to think about it, you honestly don't remember the finer details of the last few days. You went to work and then went home. You think you received some texts but you don't remember from who or if you responded. You're lucky you even remembered to feed Cobweb, but it would have been difficult to ignore your loud mouth cat.

Friday, Jeongguk tries to catch you in your office to talk about your weekend away, but you bury yourself in extra tasks so you don't have to see him. It's better this way.

Your mother had been upset you canceled, but you know you don't have the energy to act like everything is okay. You don't tell Jeongguk or Yoojung about your changed plans; it's not like you mattered to them in the first place.

It's the rejection, you think at first, from Jeongguk that hurts most. Almost nine months and all it takes is a pretty smile and teasing eyes for him to just throw you away.

It's the anger, next, you have trouble swallowing down. At him, for having the balls to set it up. At her, for agreeing. The betrayal runs white hot through your veins and you have half a mind to confront them.

But then the sadness quickly sets in and you cry. You cry because you loved them both with your whole being, and they just shoved it aside for momentary gratification.

Jeongguk sends you a cute text telling you to have fun with your mom as you're cleaning out your closet, shoving his stuff into bags. You're trying to be careful with them, but it's hard to concentrate when you feel like you're drowning. You don't answer him, just place the bag by the door and flick open another one.

He's left a lot of his electronics and you make sure to be careful with his laptop and camera. His other stuff you're going to set outside the door and tell him to pick up before its taken, but this stuff you'll make sure he gets back. Either through work or you'll take it to Yoojung for her to give back to her new boyfriend.

Oh God, what of her stuff do you have to pack up?

The sunlight filtering through your curtains momentarily transports you, and you could swear you feel the phantom touch of your lover. But when you open teary eyes to face an empty bed and a destroyed room, reality sets it.

You have a text from Jeongguk, asking if you're okay and if you've already left for your mom's that you promptly swipe away. You'll deal with him later.

But later seems to come too soon. Jeongguk had tried to call, had even left a message that he hadn't heard from you in a few days and he was worried. The bile rose high in your throat when you realized they were probably together already, that they were shacked up for the weekend under the guise that you were away, stealing kisses like thieves. It makes you dry heave.

A few minutes after he calls you send your final text.

To: Ggyukkie

I think we should break up. I've left your clothes and stuff outside my door. I'll drop your laptop off at work.

And then you block him. And for good measure, you block Yoojung too.

Despite the sun still being out, you call it a day, tired beyond relief. You curl up on your side of the bed, the side closest to the door because being near the window made you nervous, something Jeongguk never made fun of you for. The sheets smell like him, though, and even though it hurts you gather his pillow up in your arms to smell it and you cry.

You cry from the betrayal, from your insecurities being fed by their actions, from the sadness seeping out of your pores and staining your sheets. You just wanted a little more time. You felt like this could have been it, he could have been the one for you. You had contemplated the thought at first, letting Jeonnguk have another lover if you couldn't fully satisfy him, but even you think that's too pathetic.

It's easier to just let him go, to accept the hurt now instead of prolonging the inevitable.

Jeongguk, apparently, has a different plan. You can hear him knocking on your front door and calling out to you all the way from your bedroom.

"Baby... I know you're home. Open up, we need to talk about this text."

You absolutely do not want to do that. Why is he making this more difficult than it needs to be? Shouldn't he be happy that he doesn't have to plan to sneak around behind your back anymore? You stay resolutely in bed, curled up around Cobweb and Jeongguk’s pillow, listening to him knock for a few more moments.

Finally he says, "Okay, I understand you're going through something, take your time. I'll wait out here until you're ready."

And that's not really something you expected him to say at all. He can't seriously be camping out in front of your door, waiting on you.

It takes you a long time to get up and check, body achy and head throbbing from having been in the same position for so long. Your apartment is cold and you wonder when the temperature started to drop, but you're not surprised you hadn't noticed.

You make your way to the front door, heart pounding. You've never been the best with confrontation and you had been prepared to write Jeongguk and Yoojung out of your life for good, not face one of them head on.

When the door clicks open, he stands quickly from his seated position, eyes wide as he takes you in. You struggle to hold eye contact, so you drop your head and step aside, meekly waving him inside as he drags the bags with him.

"Your stuff should all be here," you motion to the bags, aware of the way Jeongguk is intently staring at you, "Let me grab your laptop and-"

"Y/N," he says softly, tenderly, "baby, what's going on?"

You have to hold your breath for a moment, willing yourself to not cry. Your voice still comes out in a whisper, "What does it look like? We're breaking up."

Jeongguk steps closer to you, still wearing his shoes and jacket even though those are usually the first things he dumps on your floor when he comes over. He doesn't actually touch you, but it's like you can feel phantom finger tips running up your arms and it makes you shiver.

"I don't understand, what's going on?" He reiterates, ducking to try and catch your gaze. You're resolute in the staring contest you're having with the floor.

"I don't know what else to tell you besides that," you snap, just wanting him to leave so you can get this over with.

Jeongguk hums for a moment, before he asks, "Is it something I did?"

You stay silent and Jeongguk nods. He stands back up to his full height and you expect him to grab his stuff, but now he's taking his outer layers off. You give him a wide eyed look as he hangs his jacket and ruffles his hair.

He's walking into your living room, heading for the couch as he says, "It seems sudden but it's not. I should have noticed sooner, the quietness, the way you were spacing out, the lack of texts. That's my fault, I'm sorry."

You're dumbfounded, watching him get comfortable on your couch, man spreading in a way that you hypocritically don't hate only because he's the one doing it.

"Your stuff," you say kind of helplessly.

"Don't worry, I'll unpack it when we're done," he tells you and you get mad.

"There's nothing to unpack, we're over," you cross your arms, feeling your heart beat like crazy.

He hums again and you click your tongue in annoyance, at the easy and almost lackadaisical way he's behaving.

"What are you even doing here? Don't you have a date or something?" You bark and his eyes snap towards you, observing your stance. You're hunched protectively into yourself, still standing by your front door. You're wearing an old shirt of his, one you stole months ago.

"What date?" He asks calmly, not rising to the bait when you roll your eyes haughtily.

"Don't pretend. I know. I-I saw the text," your voice is wavering, hurt washing over you, "'She's visiting her mom, it's perfect to meet up.' I can't believe you."

Jeongguk makes a quiet ah sound, nodding his head, "You saw the text from Yoojung."

He says it so casually. You quickly brush a tear from your eye.

"I did. So, go away. Take your stuff and g-go be with her," you hiss. Your throat is so constricted from the effort it takes to not sob that you don't know how you manage to get any words out.

He watches you for a moment, before he sighs and straightens up on the couch. He pats the cushion beside him.

"Come here, come sit with me," he requests and you immediately shake your head, "Baby, please? I want to show you something."

"I don't want to see it," you're still shaking your head, "I want you to go, I don't want you here."

You can finally see cracks of frustration on his face but he schools his features quickly, patting more insistently at the couch, "Let me show you this and if you still want me to go, I will."

You debate for a long moment. You have no idea what he could possibly show you, or why he's still trying so hard when you've caught him red handed. He patiently waits for you to decide and with a still tightly wound body, you make your way over to him.

You don't sit close to Jeongguk, but this doesn't seem to bother him as he pulls his phone out, scrolling through something quickly.

Finally, he hands you it, shaking it slightly to make you focus on what looks like a text conversation, "Here, read this."

You see Yoojung’s name at the top and your heart lurches as you violently push his hand away from you, "No."

"Baby, please, I want you to see for yourself."

"See you cheating? Are you out of your fucking mind?" You bite, but he's somehow still staying calm, trying to push the phone into your hand.

"Please, read it," he almost begs.

You struggle with him for a few minutes, in which you seriously debate grabbing his phone and chucking it as hard as you can at the wall, but you don't want to pay to fix either. With a deep scowl you swipe the phone from him, tears already clinging to your eyes as you prepare to have your heart broken.

To: Yoojung

Great! Here are a few pictures I've liked, but I know she likes more simple stuff

There are three consecutive screenshots sent, of rings from local jewelry shops, all showcasing beautiful rings.

Yoojung had taken a while to reply.

From: Yoojung

Yeah these aren't bad, but I think she'd like something that matches the necklaces you already have more you know?

Yoojung had sent a few screenshots as well, with rings you admittedly really did like.

To: Yoojung

Those look way better. Are you sure it's okay for me to use your voucher? I feel like you should save it for yourself

From: Yoojung

Does it look like I have a partner to buy couples rings with lol it'll just expire if it's not used soon

From: Yoojung

Sorry I have to be there since it's in my name

To: Yoojung

Don't even worry about it, I'm just thankful you're helping me. I think she'll really love them :)

From: Yoojung

I think so too :)

You blank his phone, letting it fall onto the couch between you as you cover your face and sob. Jeongguk finally let's himself wrap his arms around you and pull you close, cradling you against his chest as you fist his shirt.

You can vaguely hear yourself apologizing, but it's hard to understand over the way you're crying and gasping, body trembling against his. Jeongguk soothes you gently, kissing the top of your head and massaging your back as he lets you cry, rocking the two of you. It seems so silly now, so innocent, and you accused the both of them of something so horrid.

When your tears have rescinded and you're left with red eyes and puffy cheeks, Jeongguk pulls back to look at you, "Baby, why on Earth would you think I'd ever cheat on you?"

You nibble on your bottom lip, ashamed. Jeongguk doesn't push you as it takes you a moment to answer, voice weak and exhausted, "Because-because they always do."

"They?" He raises an eyebrow, fingers light as he sweeps your hair off your forehead and tucks it behind your ear.

"Exes. Maybe not cheating but… but they always leave. For her," you whimper.

He looks surprised and you turn away, unable to face him, as you continue, "I'm sorry. I-I didn't think you'd stay. I thought you would go. To her. I thought you already had."

Jeongguk releases a long and controlled breath, knotting his hands in the hair at the base of your skull so he can turn your face gently back towards him, "I'm sorry I didn't give you enough reasons to trust me."

You start crying again, unsure of how to respond to that.

"I don't know what else I can do," he continues, "to let you know I love you, and that I'm not looking for anyone else. Do you feel this way about everyone? I can't cut off people just to make sure you don't get jealous."

"It's just… it's just Yoojung," you whisper. Jeongguk knows you well and while he has hold of you so you have to face him, you can at least glance away, "only her."

Jeongguk nods and sighs, "That isn't healthy, baby, you understand that right? I want to be friends with Yoojung because she's your best friend, nothing more."

"I know," you whisper, but patterns are hard to ignore, "I know. I tried but- but I just-"

You cut yourself off, biting your lip. Jeongguk lowers his forehead to yours, resting for a moment before he asks lowly, "Is that why you wouldn't let us meet?"

You sniffle as you nod and Jeongguk nods with you, having already figured it out.

"Okay," he pulls away from you, settling you comfortably on your couch cushion as he pushes himself up.

You watch him with sad eyes, fiddling with your fingers as you say, "I understand if you want to break up now, I-"

Jeongguk gives you a soft look, "I don't want to break up, baby. This situation hurt, yeah, but I can understand where you're coming from and I understand that your first instinct was to protect yourself."

He smiles as he leans down towards you, "We can work on this, okay? With time and communication. But you have to try too, it can't just be me."

Jeongguk chuckles slightly at the shocked look on your face, taking your fingers in his hands and kissing the pads of each one.

"Now, I'm going to make you some tea; it should help with your throat," he stands up and gives you a cheeky look, "and then I have to go shopping for something."

You watch in amazement as he heads into your kitchen, rummaging around in it noisily.

"Oh, and unblock me, would you baby?"

Jeongguk left you with a cup of tea and a sweet kiss.

"I'll be back to unpack my stuff, okay?" He teased before he left, wiggling his eyebrows.

You had curled up on the couch, exhausted but feeling light. You both can and can't believe how much of a fuss you had made, but you feel better now, having talked to Jeongguk. Or, well, being confronted by Jeongguk. Good thing your boyfriend is headstrong and stubborn or you would have ruined your entire relationship.

You're dozing off when your doorknob rattles, it having stayed unlocked after Jeongguk left. He walks back in like nothing had happened, like you two hadn't fought at all, just grabs the bags of his things and heads back to your room.

You stay curled up on the couch, comforted by the sound of him moving around in your room and humming lightly to himself. In no time at all he's joining you on the couch, changed into a pair of sweatpants from the jeans he was wearing. He squeezes in behind you, securing a strong arm around your waist when you almost topple off from his jostling, before he's placing his head in the curve of your neck.

Jeongguk is normally affectionate, but he probably feels more needy, like you currently do, in the aftermath of your fight. You grab the hand around your waist and interlock your fingers, anchoring you two together. Jeongguk sighs, happy, and nuzzles into your neck, placing small kisses against your skin as he does so.

You don't know what to say, but he doesn't say anything either, just turns the TV on for background noise as you both hold each other. You both have said enough, you can let your actions speak for a while.

On your nine month anniversary a few days later, Jeongguk gives you your not so secret present, and you still cry over it.

He looks supremely pleased as you both slide your rings on each other's right ring fingers, Jeongguk brushing your tears off after.

"You know," he murmurs in between small kisses, as you struggle to calm yourself down, "we should think about moving in together."

#jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook drabble #fluff #a lil angst #but like immediate comfort #idk just something small to kind of talk about some of the insecurities i feel about myself #never had a partner leave me but i did have a partner with a friend i used to get super unhealthy anxious about #ending is rushed #i should have had like a scene between you and yoojung #but i was done with this :)#also the spacing on this looks super fucked on mobile i might have to go in and fix that #but later #I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT TO ADD A GIF #also the gif has nothing to do with the story hes just hot af there lmao

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imbadatwrighting · 2 years ago

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Hey, are your orders open? if so could you do headcanons of the yugioh characters reacting to s/o who has an obsession with the mystical elf card?

Nah cuz I had to search up the card cuz I forgot what it was 💀💀 also I was using a different fanfic site and just saw it so I kinda rushed to get dis done lmao 😭

Yu-gi-oh boys reacting to their S/o having an obsession w/ the mystical elf card

Yugi Muto

He honestly didn’t notice-

I mean he picked up on how constant you used it and talked about it but at the same time he does that to a lot of cards in his deck so didn’t think anything of it

He’ll listen to what you’re saying always though

Doesn’t matter how many times you have been talking about this card, he’s gonna act like it’s his first time hearing about it from you

He got you a keychain that had the mystical elf on it because he knew you would like it but he didn’t know you would like it that much

You were basically jumping with joy on this

He was too-

As long as your happy he’s happy

He listens to you repeat the same story over and over and over again about using the Mystical elf card and doesn’t get tired of it ever

“Ok so like I was battling this one dude who was all about offense and guess what?!?”

“What?”

“You have to guess Yugi!”

“Uhh, let’s see here… you used a spell card?”

“No! I got the mystical elf; she protected me and she helped me not lose…”

“Oh wow.”

“She really is my guardian angel. She must have sent you down as a gift for me.”

“She really is spectacular… and you know who else is?”

“Who????”

“You.”

“Yugi!”

Yami Yugi

He’s always listening

He loves to hear you go on and on about her; it doesn’t matter if it’s 1am or 4pm, he’s always interested in what your saying

He got you a rare mystical elf card for your birthday and you burst out in tears

He’s definitely in love with you and while he doesn’t tell you he shows it in multiple ways

Lots of people get upset when you repeat a story but he’s the exact opposite

He gets happy knowing you’re so happy that you forgot that you already told him this

Yami always says that you only hot headed when it comes to the mystical elf

The amount of times he cleaned you up after getting in literal fights all because of that card

So when he gets hated on you just say their ‘insecure’ but when it’s about the mystical elf you’ll get in a fight?!

Starting to sound like you love the card over him

“Ok! So the other day I was heading to the grocery story and these imbeciles where talking about how ‘ThE mYsTiCaL eLf Is StUpId’ blah blah blah and I walked over to them and started a fight!”

“Well maybe next time don’t go up to them.”

“It’s their fault! They threw the first punch!”

“I know but I don’t want you to get hurt… sometimes you have to let things go.”

“Hypocrite.”

“No I just want you to be safe and not die from some weak kids that have nothing better to do then fight random people.”

“Whatever…”

“Tell me, how did you first ‘fall in love’ with the mystical elf card?”

“You should know better than anyone how you can fall in love with your cards pharaoh.”

“I know but I love hearing your stories.”

“Is it because you love me, Yami?”

“Maybe.”

Joey Wheeler

He understand completely because he’s the same way towards his Red-Eyes Black Dragon

If you are hot headed and get into lots of fights about it then you’re even more alike

You and him are constantly venting about the amount of people that don’t appreciate these cards

Neither one of you are talking about anything else except this stuff

That’s all of your conversations every single day

What’s his favorite color? Don’t know you never asked him that. You’re always talking to him yet you never asked him what his favorite color is? Correct.

My bro is poor af and so are you so both of you have little to no merch

Unless it’s Christmas or your birthday you ain’t getting shit

Sorry not sorry

He’ll try to draw you the mystical elf but it turns out looking like a blob with leaves on it

You guys are always talking about which one is better

Neither one of you win the argument though

If you are a little violent and use that as a way to make people like your favorite card then expect him to be cheering you on… from a safe distance

You might be able to fight but he sure as hell can’t

“Go baby! You can do this!”

“Why don’t you come over here and help me why don’t ya!?”

“Didn’t you say you were independent!? Why do you be needin’ me!”

“2 is better than 1!”

“So?? Since when did you care!”

“Since now! Your over there tryin’ to act slick by leaning against that wall like you’re the one that is beating up these people meanwhile I’m over here working my ass off!”

“I’m not just ‘lEaNiNg AgAiNsT tHe WaLl’ I’m cheering you on too!”

“Yeah from 30ft away! Joey get your ass over here and help!”

“They’ll win!”

“You know they said that they found the Red-eyes Black Dragon useless.”

“Count me in!”

Seto Kaiba

Bro definitely acts like he doesn’t care

And it’s true-

Bro could not give a single f whether or no you like a card or not

I mean he definitely doesn’t constantly buy you things related to the Mystical elf

It doesn’t matter how expensive it is

If it looks nice then it’s yours

In Kaiba corp he has a whole room dedicated to the merch that he bought you and you couldn’t fit it in your house

He be buying so much it’s as if he’s the one in love with her

He’s not obsessed with her though, he’s obsessed with you

Not that he would ever tell you that

Not to mention the stuff that Mokuba gets for you

Dating Seto is like a two in one package

You get a boyfriend and a loving younger brother

Seto will subtly tell Mokuba what you would like and Mokuba will make/draw it for you

Sweetest boy alive oh my Lordy

Seto acts like he’s annoyed by your rants but honestly he doesn’t really care

He actually loves them

You usually sit in a spiny chair while he sits in his office chair, working, and you just talk about your day

And the mystical elf card of course

He will always tell you when you repeated a story

“Ok so the other day I was out, just walking around you know? Then all of a sudden I saw this guy in the alleyway and- ”

“You told me this already.”

“Oh right! Well there was also this time where I was at the mall and-”

“I was with you.”

“Oh. Well how about this one time where these two guys were trying to gang up on me because I ‘insulted their favorite cards’ by saying that mine was better-”

“You pressed the alert button on your watch that day and my guards took care of that.”

“Oh haha! I forgot!”

“I can tell. Why don’t you tell Mokuba about your day? He was asking how you were today. I’m sure he would enjoy seeing you.”

“Ok I will! I have a couple things to give him anyways! Bye Seto!”

“Be a little more quiet will you, please.”

“Oh sorry.”

#yami yugi x reader #x reader #yugioh x reader #yugi muto x reader #yugi mutou #x male reader #x female reader #x nb reader #joey wheeler x reader #seto kaiba x reader #seto kaiba #joey wheeler #mokuba kaiba #yami yugi #yugioh

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thebiggestfan1 · 3 years ago

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I thought you'd never say it - Sebastian Aho (5+1)

five times he tried to say "I love you" and one time he finally did

word count: 2,4k

tw: nothing, it's just fluffy af

When Sebastian tried to say "I love you" for the first time to you, to say that he was nervous would be an understatement. He knew you wouldn't notice how his fingers trembled because all the camera captured was his face, neck and the background - the sad boring hotel wall in the shade of gray that made him look pale and sick agaist the yellow light of the nightstand lamp.

"I miss you." he said for what felt like the hundredth time. But it was true; he knew the two of you have been dating for only five months but he felt extra homesick when he had to leave you for the first time of the regular season for a roadtrip with his team.

You laughed and Seb watched, completely smitten with the sight of you, as your nose scrunched in the way he found so adorable.

"Stop saying that!" you playfully rolled your eyes. "It might actually make me miss your dumb ass."

Even though he laughed with you, the sweat forming in the crook of his neck went cold. Sebastian wanted to tell you then - how much he loved the way you laughed, your sarcastic responses and how you were willing to stay up late into the night so you could facetime when he was houndreds of miles away.

He wanted to tell you that he loved you.

Seb actknowleged his feeling towards you a few weeks ago when you two were lying in his bed watching a show you said you loved. He never really understood it (maybe because he started paying it some attention after three seasons) but he eventually got really invested in the story. He also began doing his skincare routine with you even though he found it dumb the first time you mentioned washing your face with something more than just water. And he slowly started liking the things you liked - netflix shows, skincare routines, hot baths or cooking. It made him happy to welcome you home with a kiss and home cooked steak you said was your favourite but he was even happier when he noticed how your eyes sparkled every time he did something like that.

Only later did Sebastian realize that he was in love.

"Hey, Sebby, I think I'm gonna have to go. It's not like I don't want to talk to you but I had a tough day at work today and I'm more tired than ever." It was your voice that brought him back from the swirl of his thoughts.

"Of course baby. Good night."

"Night," you mumled in response and snuggled under the cold covers, not hanging up on him yet. It was a kind of weird tradition to stay with the other as one was really sleepy (usually you though) and the other wouldn't hang up until they would be sure they were asleep. At the begining you found it funny and awkward because you had no idea how you looked when you were sleeping but it gave you a sense of safety you got accustomed to with Sebastian.

He watched as the light in your room went dimmer. In the near darkness he made out the lovely features of your face and your eyelids covering your eyes, the eyelashes elegantly resting agaist your cheeks.

Sebastian waited for half an hour in the silence til he was sure you already fell asleep and then he finally dared to whisper the words that have been gnawing at his mind for a long time.

"I love you."

As he ended the call his heart was racing, his fingers trembling more that before and his face has gone slick with sweat. But through it all, the words felt right on his tongue. And he couldn't wait to say them to you face to face.

...

The second time he tried to say it was at one of their home games. You stood right behind the plexiglass, waving at him with a wide smile on your flushed face and occasionally whistling while he was with his team getting warmed up on the fresh ice.

Sebastian gave you a sheepish smile in return and skated over to you. With playfulness he threw his body against the glass right in front of you and when he heard your surprised gasp, Seb moved away to look at you.

His Your jersey was drenched with beer you spilled on yourself - or not exactly, the cup of beer has been leaning agaist the glass and with the impact it fell right into your lap.

"How many times have I told you not to-"

"Not to put my drink next to the glass? I guess a lot of times."

Sebastian rolled his eyes at your stubborness but skated to the bench to get hold of his towel and when he got closer to you, he threw it over the plexiglass and you caught it easily and dried yourself. When you noticed he was still there, looking at you, you thoroughly dried the number 20 on both of your sleeves.

In response he sighed in fake annoyance and turned away from you but after he skated a few feet away he gazed back. You threw the towel around your shoulders and when he looked closer, he noticed that the rest of the drink was back in its former place.

When your eyes found Sebastian's, he only shook his head and mouthed the words I love you. The fact that it felt so natural left him staring wide-eyed at you.

But the longer he looked, the more confused you were. What? you mouthed back at him.

Sebastian only waved his hand as if he was saying doesn't matter and then he caught a puck on his stick and continued getting ready for the upcoming game.

...

The third time was just after the game ended. Sebastian took a quick shower and dressed back into his suit before he walked out of the locker room just to get crushed in your tight embrace.

"You played amazing today. I'm so proud of you Sebby." you whispered into his chest and his heartbeat immediately sped up.

"You smell like beer." he sneered in response and pushed you away. You looked up at him, folding your arms on your chest. Sebastian tried hard not to smile but in a short amount of time he gave up and wrapped his arms again around your frame.

"I love you." he mumbled into your hair and you answered with a soft: "Hmm? Sorry, I didn't catch that."

"Nothing babe. Let's go home, what do you say?"

"Finally! I smell horrible."

"I think that anyone in this arena can smell that." You playfully punched his shoulder after that and he caught your hand in mid-air and intertwined your fingers with his.

The two of you held hands as you walked towards the parking lot and Sebastian couldn't help it but imagine how much he liked the idea of things being like this forever.

...

The forth time he tried to say "I love you" was a few days later when you were lying in his bed skin to skin and if he didn't know better, Sebastian would swear that even your hearts were touching or at least your bones beneath the soft hot skin.

There was a playlist silently playing on repeat somewhere in the room - the one you two made out of the songs that reminded you of each other.

Sebastian loved to touch your skin; your neck, back, arms or stomach. It gave him some sense of belonging and safety that he couldn't properly name and get enough of.

So he took your arm and your eyelids fluttered at the sudden movement but after he kissed your brow, you closed your eyes again. At first he drew some kind of spirals with his finger on your skin as if it was an empty canvas. But from his point of view you weren't a blank painting, you were a masterpiece.

The spirals changed and subconsciously began taking the shape of words. I love you, he wrote again and again on your skin. But without ink or paint it was just a sweet illusion.

...

On the fifth time you were attending some boring event with Sebastian's team. You were sitting next to your boyfriend and Teuvo while Jordan went on and on about something he found interesting but noone else did.

"Will he ever stop talking?" you whispered in Seb's ear and his gaze shifted to you immediately. You looked like an angel, he told you when he picked you up at your place. And it was true - the white dress you were wearing hugged your figure just in the perfect places and your hair gracefully fell down your shoulders in soft waves he was still mesmerized by. When he looked at you now, he had trouble forming words on his tongue and not just because English wasn't his first language.

"Probably not." Sebastian answered quietly. He knew you didn't mean it in a bad way; you told him many times that you liked his teammates and especially the one who couldn't keep his mouth shut for even just a moment.

You took a piece of bread from the table and threw it at Jordan with a surprisingly accurate throw. He turned around to face you with his mouth hanging open and Sebastian couldn't stop the quick laugh escaping his throat. At least he tried to cover it with a dry cough.

"Did you just-" Jordan asked unbelievely.

"Yeah."

Then he looked at Sebastian but he just shrugged his shoulders apologetically.

"What a madwoman you found for yourself, Sepe. She's gonna eat you alive."

Sebastian looked at you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"Then thank god I don't speak as much as you do or else I'd be dead already." Everyone laughed at his comment and your hand gripped his knee under the table.

The dinner continued and the laughter got louder as the waiter brought more and more bottles of wine. You were giggling at everything Teuvo said, no matter how funny it was, and Sebastian found the room slowly spinning as he looked around.

"Hey, Y/N," he wanted to whisper but it came out louder than that. You turned your head his way and leaned closer to kiss his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

Everything was spinning but you. "You look like an angel."

You laughed, red tinted lips parting and nose scrunching in the most perfect way possible.

"You already said that today."

"Yeah. And I'll tell you again because mä rakastan sua."

Teuvo immediately turned his head to watch the two of you with wide-eyes, same with Jesperi. Seb didn't realize what he had said till he saw them looking at him. Was he really so drunk he couldn't finish the sentence in English or was he just too nervous to say "I love you" in a language you understood?

You just watched as his face blushed more with every second while the silence lasted.

"I'm so out of it that I have no idea if that was English or not." you giggled out. "But it sounded beautiful."

"It is. Almost as beautiful as you."

...

Sebastian decided to tell you at a romantic restaurant but intead he blurted it out unexpectedly when he visited your apartment with a puppy in his arms.

You always said you wanted to have a dog so there he was, waiting for you to open the door.

"Oh my god, is that a puppy?!" you screamed when you saw the furry little thing in his gentle grip. Sebastian made an offended scoff as you didn't pay him any attention at all and you kissed him with a big smile plastered across your face that didn't falter for a moment.

"I love it! We will call it Caniac because he's gonna be your biggest fan," you said in high-pitched voice, more to the dog than to Sebastian. You took Caniac from his arms and buried your face in his soft fur.

After a moment you let the puppy go and Caniac immediately began wandering around your place and sniffing your furniture.

Sebastian was imprisoned in your strong hug and he dried the happy tears off your face with his thumbs. "Thank you," you kept on repeating so he decided to shut you up by pressing his lips against yours.

When he stood back after few minutes with his heart rate as fast as if he just won the Stanley Cup, you asked: "Where is Caniac?"

You panicked and ran through various rooms of your apartment before you saw the wiggling tail of your new beast as he was... tearing apart your slippers.

"Oh, bad boy, bad boy!" you scolded him and picked up the slippers, or at least what remained of them.

"Sebastian, Caniac just ruined my slippers!"

He walked into the room and his body shook with laughter as he watched you and the slippers and the dog.

"It's not funny! They were my favourite. Why are you laughing?"

"Because I love you." he breathed out between the laughs and the slippers fell from your grip in response.

"Are you serious?" you asked weakly.

"Of course." Seb's cheeks turned red and he wasn't so sure of himself at the moment. Why didn't you say it back already? Didn't you feel the same way about him?

"I thought you'd never say it." With those words you ran to him and kissed him hard. His hand wrapped around you and between the kisses you repeated "I love you, I love you, I love you."

The puppy barked to get your attention and Sebastian petted its head.

"I actually said it," he stated quietly. "Like a dozen times. But the first time you were asleep, the second time I slurred the words and the last time I was so nervous I said it in finnish."

You smiled at the image of him being in those situations.

"Say it again," you said finally. "In finnish, I mean."

"Mä rakastan sua."

You kissed him again till the puppy demanded your attention by licking your bare leg.

"Mä rakastan sua, too."

Sebastian laughed and the tender sound of it made your heart sing with joy.

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cobrakaisb · 4 years ago

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Could you do headcannons of hawk and miguel being besties me with them but the reader bit the reader is in a band and the reader is the lead singer/guitarist?

yes bestie of course!! sorry this took so long but here it is. i hope this lives up to your expectations!! (also if you undertsand the jatp references <3)

Hawk and Miguel Being besties with the lead singer in a band

alright so y’all have been friends for so long, but they have no clue that you are in a band

it comes to a shock for them when they find out

miguel is literally so impressed, like mans admired you already but now that admiration 📈📈📈

hawk thinks that it's the most badass shit ever, i mean you were already badass but now 📈📈📈

also i feel like they found out by accident??

like you and your band are performing at an open mic night and the cobras just happen to be there

you definitely didn’t tell tory

tory definitely didn’t suggest that everyone goes

anywayyys

your band is the last act of the night

miguel and hawk are shook to see you get up there

“since when is y/n in a band?” “idk bro but it's hot af”

you can guess which boy said what

you look so nervous, but at the same time so confident

your band ends up singing like three songs

during one of them you and luke, your bandmate, have a small moment

“are they dating?” - miguel “i don’t know, but we better talk to him.” - hawk

after the performance you and your band are just chilling when miguel and hawk approach you

“what are you doing here?” - you “we could ask you the same question,” - hawk

cue the aggressive glares between miguel and hawk and your band

you introduce them to each other

miguel and hawk are wary of the band

the band is wary of miguel and hawk

they are all very protective of you

hawk and the band go at it about who’s known you for the longest

you and miguel watch them fight, like disappointed parents

(it’s the band btw but hawk and miguel don’t need to know that)

you decide to leave with miguel and hawk

luke kisses your cheek before you go, telling you how good you did

hawk literally pulls you away from him and pushes you out the door

“so you and luke?” miguel asks casually

“what ew no! pretty sure he’s dating reggie” you respond

“he better be dating reggie!” hawk yells

once they know you’re in a band everything starts to make sense

your journal that you never let them touch = songbook

the guitar in your room that you're always strumming on

you're always tapping your foot or your fingers on a desk/table at school

they feel dumb because literally all the signs were there

especially when you wear your band t-shirt

but you don’t hold it against them

because they have to focus on karate and are just oblivious to everything that’s not karate

the boys are sooooo supportive

after that night the boys need to be at every single one of your performances

“you guys don’t need to come to all my performances, you know that right???”

“yeah but you come to all our karate things so”

they def buy all the merch that your band sells (if they sell any)

“guys i can just give it to you” “no we need to support you”

if you think that miguel isn’t constantly resposting your band’s post on his insta story, you're dead wrong

hawk won’t post about you, but he’s always listening to your music

like if you haven't given that boy a recording of your songs, please do

if you think the entire cobra kai dojo doesn’t know about you and your band, you are so wrong

“so y/n’s band is performing-” “at the coffeehouse on saturday yes miguel you’ve told us fifty times already.”

“sensei can you need to listen to this song” -miguel “miguel i’ve listened to all of their songs already”-johnny

sometimes you run song lyrics by them

“whatever you want y/n, i’m sure it’ll be good”

“i didn’t ask if it’ll be good hawk, i asked if it fits in this specific spot”

“oh well then you asked the wrong guy”

band practice with hawk and miguel there >>>

hawk had to go to see if luke was really dating reggie

(luke is)

when hawk and miguel are at band practice nothing gets done

“guys can we please-” “no y/n he’s telling me about the mohawk!!”

“miguel can you-” “and then i took him out with a punch to the shoulder”

it’s safe to say that after a couple of hangouts, everyone likes each other

the band gets so invested in the cobra kai vs miyagi-do feud

“why would demetri do that??” “i thought y’all were friends??” “yeah me too bro”

“cobra kai never dies!!” “oh my gosh! hawk, miguel, i’m going to kill you!!”

miguel and hawk get invested in the band rivalries

“stop clapping for them! they took our spot at the school dance!” “oh shit my bad”

y’all know demetri’s moment of standing up for hawk in season three?? during the last episode??

well that is literally miguel and hawk everytime someone says something nasty about the band

except hawk will probably fight them, like physically, until they shut up

“who made a groupchat titled ‘the band + hawk and miguel’?” “i did! they need to be in the loop!”

you can’t convince me that you all don’t have sleepovers and stay up until 3:00 am watching movies

whenever cobra kai has a party you and your band go

and perform

in conclusion hawk and miguel are super supportive and love you and your band

#cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai imagine #miguel diaz #miguel diaz cobra kai #miguel diaz x reader #hawk cobra kai #eli moskowitz #hawk x reader #cobrakaisb writing

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stanzoeywade · 5 years ago

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Dating Poppy Min-Sinclair

I lowkey headcanon Poppy to look like blonde Chungha, and omfg she looks so good in this gif.

Summary: An enemies to friends to lovers trope, sign me the fuck up. I hope you guys enjoy and if you want more please like or reblog. If you want to be added to the tag list please reply. :) I'm also working on the third part of my Poppy x MC series and I oop I'm gay.

Taglist: @somewillwin @origmansello @kamilahtrash @poppysminion @captain-hanadeleine

SFW

It was hate at first sight (sure, jan), but in all honesty your first impression of Poppy was that she was gorgeous. The scowl on her face did nothing to change your mind. The very first words she uttered to you was "Oh, sweetheart, you don't have to worry about who she is. It's me you have to worry about.

As soon as those words leave her mouth, the only part of the sentence your brain focuses on is the word 'sweetheart' and the way she said it, voice dripping with sarcasm. It did nothing to stop you from thinking how hot Poppy was.

You're suddenly pulled away by Zoey, who tells you about the whole ranking system and she takes you out to hang out at a speakeasy, with your new outfit.

In order to get your mind off of Poppy, you decide to flirt with the stranger at the bar (who ends up being Professor Kingsley), but even as you spent time and slept with them, all you could imagine was Poppy, and how she would feel under you.

You learn that Poppy was the resident HBIC of campus, and a sort of rivalry forms between the two of you.

Poppy won't admit it to anyone but she actually found you attractive when she first saw you, even though you were wearing non-designer clothes. Probably annoyed that she actually found you attractive, she acts extra mean, because she's confused and not good with feelings. (PB please let me romance Poppy)

Not anyone is safe from Poppy's wrath, and its extra hard for you because she becomes extra mean, her words are harsher and actually stings a little.

Poppy seems shocked that you actually got hurt, and opens her mouth about to apologise until she remember that she's the queen bee, she doesn't apologise.

You don't back down and insults are exchanged between the two of you, whenever you meet or bump into each other.

Poppy actually starts to look forward to your banter with each other, and she makes an effort to bump into you a bit more.

When you learn of Kick-off day, you and the quarterbacks team up to create a performance for half-time.

Poppy for sure gets annoyed because who do you think you are trying to compete with her, the queen of Belvoire.

After you show her up and kiss Zoey, she feels a pang of jealousy, which she mistakes and takes out as anger against you. She has a meltdown, breaks up with Carter and everyone stares and start to berate her.

Poppy walks out the field and you run after her, feeling shitty because even if she was mean, she didn't deserve to be shit on in public like that. You feel really bad and run after Poppy to make sure she's okay.

You catch up to Poppy find her all the way on the other side of the campus, she's by herself and you see her crying her eyes out. Her eyes are red, and once you see her your heart breaks a little because seeing her like that made you feel like the worst human being, especially since she was crying because of you. Even though, she's crying she looks as beautiful as ever and you can't help but stare.

You approach her and she notices and sneers at you. "Come to kick me when I'm down? Go ahead, newbie. Here's your chance."

And if you thought you couldn't feel worse, you felt you heart break even more as the words escapes her lips.

You put your hands up in surrender and let out a sigh. "Look, you don't have to believe me but I just really wanted to apologise. Even if you were being mean, you don't deserve that." She eyes you suspiciously and says "What's it to you if I'm upset, Farmsville? Just fuck off, I don't need your pity."

Not backing down, you stare at her in the eyes and say sincerely. "I never really wanted to be part of this stupid ranking thing you guys have, I don't even want to be the queen bee. Especially, if it means that you or anyone else gets hurt in the process."

Poppy looks at you stunned, like she can't decipher why you're being so nice to her, and you continue "Plus, I can't say I didn't enjoy our banter, that was fun." You wink at her cheekily and she can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

You smile at her softly, happy that you managed to make her feel a little but better and you realise that Poppy has such a soft laugh and you want to hear it again.

Poppy's eyes soften as she stops crying. She looks at you and says "Thanks Farmsville, I needed that." You don't know whether your eyes are playing trick on you but you can swear that you can see her blush.

Meanwhile, Poppy feels her cheeks burn and her heart beat a bit faster. 'Damn you for being sweet.'

Smiling sincerely, you ask "Truce?" and Poppy raises her eyebrow at you amused but agrees albeit nonchalantly.

This then starts your sort of friendship with Poppy, but instead of hurling insults at each other, the both of you engage in playful banter (no one knows that you guys are friends). She turns a bit softer, in a way where she always looks at you with an inquisitive gaze to check if you were okay with the banter.

Cue the late night messages, where the both of you stay up late to talk about random nonsense that happened that day, or when Poppy's annoyed she sends you rants where she complains about how stupid everyone is, and vice versa.

Both of you being confused af because is she flirting with me or is she being nice???? (basically is he gay or European but lesbian) The two of you have each other's back, if someone says shit about either of you the other one is quick to defend. Zoey notices your change in attitude towards Poppy and she asks why you're defending your "enemy". You shrug it off by saying "If they're gonna say shit, they should say it to her face, not talk behind her back." Zoey finds that a little bit suspicious, but she doesn't say anything.

This then leads to an actual good support system for both of you, and an actual friendship is formed.

This is when Poppy realises that she actually has feelings for you, and she's quick to yeet out of there, because ewww feelings. She starts to act distant and you're confused because you think you did something wrong.

It's not that Poppy wants to avoid you, she's just really confused about her feelings and she doesn't want to ruin the friendship you two have. Chloe notices that Poppy is acting weird and decides to confront her about it.

Whilst Chloe is usually oblivious, even she suspects that something is going on between the two of you, and she begins to ask Poppy questions. That's when she finds out that Poppy has feelings for you. After her small 'EUREKA!' moment Chloe decides to tease Poppy, and queen bee is not amused. "If you tell anyone that I have a crush on her, I will have you cremated and eaten by the dogs." yells Poppy as Chloe just laughs in amusement.

Chloe lowkey trying to be a wingman, but Poppy tells her off and you just think that Chloe's just being weird, and it just confuses you even more. Like what???

Mutual pining, because the both of you are too stubborn to confess how you feel. Poppy just doesn't even know what to do because feelings. And you don't know whether she likes you back and don't want to risk your newfound friendship with her.

Cue Poppy seeing you flirt with someone else, (Carter, Zoey or Veronica or whoever) and Poppy loses her shit because she's jealous.

Thinking with anger and not her head, Poppy decides to kiss you in front of the whole school. Long story short, everyone sees and it's all over social media, that's how they find out that the queen bee has staked her claim.

Poppy is touch starved and craves affection. This probably comes with the fact that her parents weren't really the affectionate type, which is why she acts the way she does. Her parents probably ingrained it into her head that she has to be #1 for everything and anything below that is the same as being nothing.

She would never admit it but Poppy adores cuddling and lazy days where the both of you just chill out and share soft and sweet kisses, in which neither of you stop until your lips are bruised.

She's also the little spoon (fite me), and you don't mind because she's so soft and you're weak for her.

Poppy is also the type to pamper you with expensive ass gifts, even when you tell her that she doesn't have to give you anything, but it makes her happy so you're happy.

Waking up next to her is probably the equivalent of seeing an angel. She looks so peaceful when she's asleep and you can't help but stare because you don't have the heart to wake her up.

Poppy can't cook for shit, because why would she need to know how to cook, she's rich??? Probably so bougie she's never had fast food in her life, so the first thing you do is take her ass to McDonald's.

Arguments usually occur when both of you are stressed and this leads to angry make out sessions where both of you are marked up with hickeys for everyone to see.

This girl needs some TLC, so please be gentle and patient because she's not used to affection.

NSFW HCs

People probably think that Poppy's a pillow princess and sometimes you joke and tease her about it, but in all honesty she can top. Her strap game is impeccable, 10000/10 would reccomend again.

When you go down on her she always tugs at your hair, and you can't help but groan as her nails brush against your scalp. Additionally when she's bottoming, she becomes a little bratty and you have no choice but to play rough and she doesn't mind.

When the two of you argue, this can lead to some intense angry sex, all bets are off when you're arguing, everything is messy, rough and passionate. The two of you don't remember the reason why you were arguing after.

The moans, groans and noises that comes out of Poppy's mouth is music to your ears. It's probably the sexiest thing you've ever heard, and you can't get enough.

When she rides the strap, it's the hottest thing you've ever seen. The way her sweat clings to her body making it glisten, and the way her body moves and convulses as she's riding makes you go insane. 10000/10 would do again.

The type to annoy you by sexting you in class, purposely riling you up, she especially enjoys annoying you when it's Professor Kingsley's class because she's petty like that. It gets to the point where you're so riled up that you just get up and leave class. She loves sending you photos with nothing on but her underwear, almost always pink or white. It's one of her favourite past times really. You can't even get angry because each photo is so good so you can't complain.

She's also the type of girl to get flustered when you sext her back, and it's honestly the cutest thing. It becomes a game of who can rile up the other person more.

These are just my headcanons and you don't have to agree with them hope you enjoyed reading. :)

#poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #queen b poppy #queen b choices #queen b #queen b zoey #veronica lombardi #playchoices #choices stories you play #choices hcs #this is just my headcanons #makepoppyali2020 #poppydailychallenge #squint squint im working on another part of the fic but enjoy this first lmaoooooo #chloe st. james #chloe queen b

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hypnosisbuttd · 3 years ago

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Day 4: Headphones

(GODDAMMIT TUMBLR DECIDE ALREADY!!! IS MY OG POST COOL OR NOT?!?!)

(Anyways reupload becuase Tumblr is being weird af)

You finally have it. The perfect track to send your enemy into being your loyal slave. But how would one go about getting your enemy to listen to it. That's where our magical device comes in. Headphones are a classic trope used by hypnotists of all sorts, being able to block out the noise of the outside world and keep your subject under your thumb. So let's listen to our next story. A tale of two roommates who are about to listen to a most peculiar track indeed.

Pico quietly made dinner for him and his best friend Boyfriend, while Boyfriend was quietly relaxing on the couch. Suddenly the doorbell rang, and the delivery man set a package on their doorstep.

“Beep?” Boyfriend questioned.

“I got it bee, you just keep an eye on the food.” Pico offers.

Boyfriend shrugs and goes to watch the food while Pico picks up the package from the front door. He opens it up and finds 2 pairs of headphones attached to some sort of MP3.

“Hey Bee, did you order anything?” Pico asks

“Bo.” Boyfriend says, roughly translating to “No”

“Huh… well I guess it is some sort of gift. Maybe a rapper wanted us to listen to his track?” Pico questions.

As soon as he said the words ‘Rapper’ and ‘Track’, Boyfriend was out of the kitchen and instantly stood next to Pico looking excitedly at the tape.

“Hah, I kinda thought that would get your attention…” Pico says ruffling Boyfriends Hair.

“Beep Bo Bap!” Boyfriend insists excitedly.

“Alright alright, let me just turn off the stove first.” Pico says heading out to the kitchen.

Once Pico is sure the house won't set on fire, Pico and Boyfriend place the headphones on their head. Pico turns on the MP3 and the two of them begin vibing to the somewhat familiar tune. What they don't notice is the slow beeping and white noise playing in the background, slowly worming its way into their ears.

The two of them slow down their vibing and end up just staring at nothing for a couple seconds.

“Hey… B… Your head… feel funny… too?” Pico slurs slowly, attempting to resist.

“B-bah…” Boyfriend drools, unable to say much.

Pico looks boyfriend up and down. “You know what, you look so fucking hot right now…” Pico says crawling towards Boyfriend.

“B-beep?” Boyfriend says, not having the strength to respond. Pico crawls on top of Boyfriend as Boyfriend lies down to accommodate Pico crawling on top of him. And in less than an instant, Pico begins tenderly Kissing Boyfriend on the lips.

The two of them gasp for air and suddenly their energy has returned, but their minds have not. Pico growls and unplugs the headphones, both boys still wearing them. Pico looks at Boyfriend with a hungry growl. Boyfriend doesn’t have time to react before Pico rips him from the couch and slams himself against the wall with Boyfriend in his hands. He locks Boyfriend in another passionate kiss and the two of them stand there making out. Finally Pico rips off him and Boyfriend's clothes as the two of them frot. Boyfriend just drools and moans as Pico drains all the energy from his body causing him to collapse to his knees.

Seeing this, Pico smirks and turns around, his bare butt directly in Boyfriends face. Boyfriend realizes what he wants to do and buries his face in Picos ass, licking the inside ring. Pico moans as he feel all his memories drain away. With each lick, Boyfriends memories also fade, being replaced by peculiar new ones.

They remember the two of them meeting up in highschool, but after that everything changes. They never broke up, and are closer than even before. They both are cam boys who perform shows on the hub. They remember their undying lust for one another. And most of all, they know why they are doing this. They are rehearsing their next video.

With the final memory locked in place, both Pico and Boyfriend cum their old lives goodbye as Boyfriend falls to the ground. Pico chuckles and leans down, smooching his Boyfriend on the nose.

“You think this is good enough for the audience?” Pico asks

“Bap…” Boyfriend agrees, feeling Picos face.

“Right. Then, first thing Tomorrow , we'll do it. K?” Pico asks

Boyfriend nods as he sits up with the help of Pico.

“Now then cuddles?” Pico asks

“Skedoo bep.” Boyfriend affirms slipping into Picos arms.

Pico carries boyfriend to the couch and the two of them cuddle in their naked bodies.

Meanwhile from afar, a peculiar girl called the Game Master watched the whole thing unfold. She giggles seeing her plan succeed. She skips down the corner where Daddy Dearest is waiting.

“I assume the job is done?” Dearest asks

“Mmhmm! Those two boys will be nowhere NEAR your daughter now!” Game Master giggles.

“Understood, heres your payment.” Daddy Dearest pulls out a huge bag of candy and a stack of 100 dollar bills. The Game Master takes them eagerly

“Pleasure doing business withcha!” She giggles skipping off.

Daddy Dearest chuckles. He had paid the game master to find a way to get Boyfriend and Pico to hook up again, hoping they would avoid his daughter. But this is even better than he hoped. Now they are completly humiliated, theyve been brought from a famous rapper and a legendary mercenary to just a couple of gay cam boys. Finally, he had won.

#gay hypnosis #hypnovember #this is the smuttiest piece ive written so far #im not sure if thats a good or bad things ;-;#but its still kinda nice #so ye #i like it

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fkinavocado · 3 years ago

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Okay, i have now digested parts 10 and 11 so here are my thoughts.....

Love that the sex is hot but still new 🥴🥴🥵🥵. The bit in part 10 where she felt like a spotlight was on her was realistic af for a new thing with an older guy especially. But when he talked about what he remembered from their previous night together. He's paying such close attention to her body and how she reacts (to everything, not just sex) ❤ Love that she followed her gut and came to visit. Such a big step for someone who overthinks. And bb girl got to show off her brilliant techie skills too. Boss chick. But i also appreciate that you didn't change her whole character after they fucked. Like she still overthinks and was worried she upset him. Mah anxious lil bb!!! 🥺🥺

Also, i noticed how even he picked up on that moment when she flinched away from him but its so so adorable that he focused instead on the moment immediately after that when he was able to comfort her and she could let go. 🥰🥰 Don't think i don't see that boy is insistent on doing this right!! He is holding himself accountable to her and encouraging her to communicate with him. And the power play boundaries are so well drawn too. My gorgeous boy. But also he mentioned that his 🤍 was broken too. So i feel like they'll come to find that they are compatible in many ways because as much as he has little idea of her whole story she has none about his. And now they get to figure it out together and its a relationship officially 🥺🥺🥺❣❣❣❣

Cannot wait to see more open conversations and filthy sex.

-🍭

i'm legit losin my mind over all the amazing feedback. and when i get long detailed feedback like this i swear my heart could just BURST 🥺🥺♥️♥️♥️

i literally have nothing to add or comment on what you've said, it's so insightful and i absolutely loved every. single. word. 💓

#gosh this is everything #thank you so much 🍭 anon #💋💕#ask

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samwrights · 5 years ago

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In a Crowded Room [hc]

Written in order of who would be the most aware of their S/O in these trying times. Thank anon for the request—I LOVE this idea so much. Rather than shy, I guess went more with anxious?

Kageyama;

Probs used this gif already, oh well.

He knows you don’t wanna go to this wedding. Hell, he doesn’t wanna go either.

But Sugawara got married and we all know he’s got a real soft spot for Suga. You do too.

Regardless, the two of you attend and the only people you know at this wedding is the old Karasuno team, which you’re split up into two tables because everyone brought their S/O. You don��t know any of them.

You got real bad anxiety, being in crowded spaces. Especially considering your fine ass man that you pale in comparison to? Oof. You do everything to remain hidden.

But you’re at a wedding and you gotta eat, so the whole time you guys are up grabbing food, you’re loosely hanging on the hem of Tobio’s blazer, only letting go to grab napkins or utensils.

He’s got a hand on you at all times to silently comfort you as best he can, given the situation.

It gets real bad when Kageyama starts socializing and, while it’s only with the team, you’re still awkwardly hiding behind him, fiddling with the sleeve that encompasses the hand that’s holding yours.

To soothe you, Kageyama tries to whisper words reaffirmation to you, most of them having nothing to do with your surroundings.

Lots of “I love you’s” and “you look so beautiful”.

Eventually, the two of you are able to escape to a balcony outside, enjoying the celebratory event in your own way. By sending snapchats to Suga of the two of you cheersing him.

You no longer have the need to hang onto him by a literal thread but, because it gives you comfort, you do continue to fiddle with his sleeve.

Kuroo;

Punk!Kuroo coming in hot for this one.

So for your anniversary, Kuroo got you tickets to see your favorite band and for the most part, you’re excited af. Why wouldn’t you be?

You hate crowds and being in them, but we’re talking like all time favorite, once in a life time ordeal here. And ofc he got ground floor tickets because there’s no way he wouldn’t splurge.

But he knows you’re also freaking out when you both arrive at the venue on a hot, mid-summer day.

Despite the heat, you’re grateful he’s wearing a thin tee, something you can twist around in your fingers as you anxiously twiddle with the hem of it.

You’re trying to have fun, singing along and stuff

But he can tell you’re kinda miserable with the way you somehow ended up on the barricade that separated the crowd and the stage

You’ve got a death grip on him, tight enough that when you get shoved, you rip a part of his shirt up.

Not that he minds—he gets to flash his body now for no reason and nobody minds that.

But he knows you’re miserable, so he tries to alleviate it another way: getting down on the ground and carrying you on his shoulders.

He may not get to see how excited you are for the performance and people behind are complaining, but you get to see the show even closer and that’s all that matters to him.

It doesn’t quell your apprehensions entirely, but even for just a moment, you forget the buzz of everyone around you and become one with the music and your love.

Bokuto;

I love Bokuto, but he’s kinda dense and he doesn’t realize the reservations you have about the two of you going to a party together.

He’s so excited to go and see all of his old high school friends and you’re just kinda lackluster-ly “woo”ing.

But nonetheless, you go with so that he has a DD and you’re not worried about how he’s getting home safely.

So you go and you’re kinda okay, there aren’t that many people....

Kinda

Okay, that’s a lie there’s a lot. But for now you’re fine until you realize Bokuto is nowhere to be found.

When you do finally find him, he’s with Kuroo playing Edward 40-hands. Why you fell for such a dumbass, you’ll never know. But you find a seat that’s close enough to him until he comes over with his hands free from the tape.

“I love you.” He slurs out slightly, taking the moment to wrap his arms around you and rest his cheek on your head.

You’re quiet and meek, trembling hands already fingering the hem of his shirt. He knows that habit all too well—you’re nervous.

“What’s the matter?” Bokuto sobers up a little at the movement, grabbing your hands in his much larger ones at the gesture.

“Can we please go?”

Immediately, he’s up and saying his Irish goodbyes to everyone, trying not to linger too long before the two of you are buckled into your shared vehicle.

“I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t even think about you,” he’s apologizing profusely, but instead you just grab his hand from the driver’s side.

“It’s alright, you listened when I asked to leave and I know you wanted to see your friends. You’re already forgiven.”

Wanna see a specific character? Or a different head cannon? Want to see a whole story?

Send in requests!

#haikyu!!#haikyuu!! imagine #haikyuu x reader #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #kageyama imagine #im sorry im on Bokutos level rn #kuroo x reader #tetsurou kuroo x reader #kuroo #hq kuroo #bokuto imagines #bokuto headcannons #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #anon request #i definitely started this sober #and definitely didnt finish it sober

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kutemouse · 5 years ago

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Caught (Prologue)

Disclaimers: All “Save Me” webtoon and BTS MV/highlight reel/film references and plots belong to BTS and BigHit. Not sure who edited it or made it, but the “I’m Fine/Save Me” ambigram pic I used came from here. All pictures of Kim Taehyung belong to BTS and BigHit, I just edited them for my header. The picture of BTS came from Vogue Japan, I just edited it for my header. I got the Kim Taehyung Wings Film Gif from DannyBriz on Wattpad.

A Note from Kutemouse: Awwww, thank you for reading my stuff, @chocolatewolfuniversitytrash!

So, this sweet little mini series is inspired by several things… The movie 365 DNI, the Save Me webtoon, the BTS MV universe, and ideas I’ve come up with waaaaaay too late at night 😂 Honestly, I’m OBSESSED with the whole MV/highlight reel/wings films arc that started with The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Pt. 1, and I’ve ALWAYS wanted to write a story inspired by it. So, kutie pie @chocolatewolfuniversitytrash, thank you for allowing this dream to come to light.

About the non-con request, I was all like, “EEEERRRRRRMMMMMMMM idk,” because I’ve never written non-con and therefore don’t… know… if I’m comfortable with it…? I will attempt to do my best. Either way, I hope you like what has come out of my brain 😅

Also, thank you to @btssmutheaven for revealing my drafts (NOT REALLY, ILY) to @taemaknae for reading my shit and loving it, and to @kpopyandere for being the best unnie account and helping me realize I can write all the yandere ideas I want.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (this is NOT one for youngsters, kuties, and is MOST DEFINITELY NSFW)

Genre: Mafia!AU w/ BTS, Jailbird!AU w/ Taehyung, Yandere!BTS

Warnings: ALL THE WARNINGS. Just kidding, uh… Swears. There are minors in this section but they do NOT do anything sexual. I ain’t about that kinda life, y’all. F*ckboy Taehyung. Fluffy friendship. Angsty jealousy. Mentions of drug use and alcohol consumption (NOT by minors tho). Yandere themes including unhealthy obsession and possessiveness. Making out. No smut in this part, but it’s heavy af.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH THE FOLLOWING.🚨

Mentions of abusive relationships, mentions of a parent abusing their child, mentions of sexual abuse, mentions of schoolyard bullying, mentions of a violent murder.

These are not fleshed out or detailed scenarios. When I say “mention,” I mean briefly discussed after it happened, not during, and definitely not in any detail whatsoever. You DO NOT have to read my work. You decide what you are comfortable with. All I want is for you kuties to be happy.

Word Count: 6.1k (WTF is this even allowed?!)

Summary: Kim Taehyung was the absolute love of your life… until he became a murderer. With him serving a life sentence in prison, you were finally free to live out the rest of your life however you wanted. Just when you thought you were at the top of your game, ready to take on the world, Taehyung reappears like a monster not even your worst nightmares could dream up. He gives you a year to fall in love with him, but now the question is, can monsters even be loved?

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Caught (Taehyung Series, Yandere, Smut, Angst) Prologue

I remember the first time I saw Kim Taehyung. We were both fifteen, just starting out in high school. Back then, I remember the way he lazily leaned against a locker with his arms crossed, seemingly waiting for someone. His hair was bleached a ridiculous bright blonde on the top and left brunette everywhere else. He had on dramatic, black eyeliner that served to accentuate his inky eyes, and he wore a studded leather jacket with his shirt and tie rather than the traditional uniform. Intrigued, I opened my locker and picked out my books for my next class, watching him out of the corner of my eye.

I saw him zero in on his target and take brisk, wide strides towards her as she twirled the combo to her locker. She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes as he caged her in by leaning down to whisper something in her ear. Suddenly, the hallway was filled with flirtatious giggles and I turned away, rolling my eyes. So he was one of those assholes.

I watched him do this with every single girl in our class. I swear, he had his routine down to a science. Chat her up, openly flirt, flirt some more until she caved in to whatever he desired, then drop her like a hot frying pan. It took a couple months for his interest to finally land on me.

“Hey.”

I didn’t bother to look up as I twirled the combination to my locker and popped it open.

“Hey,” he said louder.

I flicked a glance his way. “Do you need something?”

His eyes narrowed. “Do I look like I need anything?”

I huffed out a sigh. “What do you want, Kim Taehyung?”

He let out a snort, leaning against the locker next to mine the same way he’d done a thousand times with a thousand other girls. “So you know my name, but I don’t know yours. You’re new, right?”

“I transferred in at the beginning of the year,” I said impatiently. “And we’re in the same class, so you should know who I am.”

Taehyung’s lips curled up into a playful smirk. “Really? No, that can’t be right. I definitely would’ve remembered you.”

I rolled my eyes and slammed my locker shut, walking quickly away. Taehyung jogged to keep up. “Just tell me your name,” he insisted.

“Why?”

“C’mon, I’m just trying to make friends.”

I whirled around, stopping both of us in our tracks. “Friends? Is that what you’ve been doing with every other girl here? Just making friends?”

Taehyung smirked once more and took a step towards me. I don’t know why, but I took a step back. I should’ve held my ground, should’ve told him to fuck off right then and there. Instead, I let him back me up against the wall and entrap me within his darkened gaze, the same way he would for the next three years of our lives.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear, his breath tickling the skin of my cheek. “We can be more than friends… but first, you have to tell me your name.”

I shoved him off me and practically sprinted down the hall, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. My peers and classmates who saw the exchange teased me for weeks afterward, no matter how much I kept my head down and avoided Taehyung like my life depended on it. It wasn’t until I heard him telling off some of the more tenacious gossipers I decided to give him another chance.

I tapped him on his shoulder as he stood in front of his locker. His eyes widened when he turned to see me standing there. “I’m L/n Y/n,” I said meekly. “And I wanted to thank you for what you said to those people.”

“You heard that?” he asked, the skin of his neck flushing pink.

I nodded.

“You’re welcome,” he said, tossing me a boxy grin.

That day, a seed was planted that eventually grew into a steady, beautiful friendship. A year later, I had come out of my shell quite a bit thanks to Taehyung, and I had a solid group of mates that I adored and relied on. Tae was my best friend, and I was his. Of course, we still got teased quite a bit about being a couple, but I figured we were both long past that.

Taehyung matured alongside our friendship. He stopped wearing thick eyeliner and sporting ridiculous hair colors, instead opting for a softer, more natural look with caramel brown locks and the unblemished glow of his slightly-tan skin. Gone were his dramatic, attention-seeking ways. His voice also deepened, dropping almost an entire octave. Yet despite all of his changes, he still stayed an absolute fuck-boy, shagging a new girl every other week. I came to realize it was all part of his personality, though, and I loved him no matter what.

The summer before our senior year was when I realized that love ran way deeper than friendship. We were at my best girlfriend Chaeyoung’s house when Taehyung stumbled in with yet another girl, his hair freshly dyed a bright cerulean blue. “Hey everyone!” he called out, slinging his arm around the girl’s shoulders. My smile faded as I looked over and noticed she was beyond gorgeous, with waist-length black locks that seemed to flow down the perfect curve of her back. I shuddered as a green monster reared its ugly head deep within me.

Taehyung was with that girl for a few months, which by his standards, was practically a lifetime. The entire time they were together, I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff about to swan-dive into devastating heartbreak. Each time I saw him kiss her, each time I saw him smile at her, each time I saw him lean over and whisper something in her ear, a piece of my soul shriveled up and died. I did my best to put my feelings aside, knowing I already had my chance and he would probably never look at me that way again. Even after they broke up, I kept my love for him tamped down and tucked away deep in the recesses of my heart, scared of ruining our friendship.

His break-up only served to draw us closer together, and slowly, without me realizing it, our friendship began to bloom into something more. Taehyung and I started to tell each other everything, including the messed-up secrets our home lives made us keep. One day, we were sitting in an empty classroom after school. I was trying to study, but kept getting distracted by Tae staring longingly out the window. “What’re you looking at?” I finally asked, putting my pencil down.

“Nothing,” he said simply. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About when we’ll finally get out of here.”

I smiled, my heart thumping a little faster. “We?”

He turned and tossed me his signature boxy grin. “Yeah. We. We’ll make it out of here someday, Y/n. I’ll get away from my bastard of a dad, you’ll get away from your selfish mother, and we’ll have a house in the country with big, open fields and plenty of space to finally fucking breathe.”

I smiled and stored those words away, using them to comfort myself whenever my mother and her asshole of a boyfriend wouldn’t stop yelling at each other, or worse, when they’d pass out on the couch, too drunk or high to stay coherent.

One night around three in the morning, my phone began to buzz and didn’t stop until I finally popped an eye open, fumbled around for it in the dark, and pressed it to my ear. “Hello?” I mumbled.

“H-Hey.”

I sat up. “Taehyung?”

“Y/n, I n-need your help,” he said shakily. It sounded like he was… crying?

I immediately got out of bed and pulled some jeans on. “Tae, it’s okay,” I said soothingly, trying to hide the panic I was feeling. I knew Taehyung’s home life was extremely hard. In fact, most of our home lives were terrible. The only two in our friend group who even came close to “privileged” were Chaeyoung and Jin, and that was because their parents had more money, not less problems.

I myself had plenty of issues. The reason my mother and I moved here when I was fifteen was to escape her abusive boyfriend, and even then, we still lived in constant fear of him finding us again. I guess that fear drove her into the arms of the first strong-looking man who looked twice at her, because her new boyfriend, Manseok, seemed to fit the same abusive pattern. At least he didn’t hit her when he was sober.

I wasn’t exactly sure how terrible Taehyung’s life was until the night he called me. At his request, I stole a few bills from my mom’s purse as well as her ID and put us up in a cheap motel room for the night. Jumping up when I finally heard his knock, I quickly pulled the door open to reveal Taehyung, his blue hair stringy from the rain outside. He was panting like he ran all the way there. I covered my mouth with my hands as the dim lighting revealed his left eye swollen shut, covered in nasty shades of scarlet and purple. His lip was split and bleeding, and his right cheek had another bruise and cut creeping down to his jawbone. The worst part, though, were the red finger-shaped marks that covered his neck.

“Y/n,” he croaked out. I held open my arms and he fell into them, not leaving their safety until well into the morning. I iced his black eye and bruises as much as I could, and bandaged the cuts that covered his face. Taehyung’s face was pressed into my chest, his breathing deep and even as he finally slept.

I decided then and there I’d never let him go.

Thankfully, Taehyung felt the same way. Within a week, he brushed off every other girl he was chatting up and focused all of his attention on me. We spent hours with each other after school, either in person or on the phone, and it became a common occurrence for him to intertwine his fingers with mine or peck me sweetly on the cheek.

I quickly grew dissatisfied, sick of the friendship barrier preventing us from taking things further. We spent an entire day together one weekend, talking, laughing, walking the streets, and trying different foods from vendor carts. As the sun started to go down, Taehyung wrapped his arms around me from behind, pressing his chest into my back. He was teasing me, I forget about what, and he leaned down to kiss my cheek when I turned at the last second and let him peck my lips instead. I laughed as his dark eyes grew wide with shock.

That was all it took, though. One kiss, and he was mine. Or rather, I was his. Afterwards, he pulled me into a deserted alleyway and we kissed until the sun completely disappeared. As the stars appeared in the sky above, Taehyung asked me to be his girlfriend, murmuring in my ear about how much he loved me and how he had never stopped loving me, even after I turned him down. With my heart practically bursting, I readily agreed.

Back then, Taehyung had a knack for getting in trouble, and me being his new girlfriend did nothing to hinder that side of him. He was definitely the “bad boy” of our school, constantly rebelling against the system by swapping his uniform for street clothes and ditching classes. His favorite form of rebellion, however, was street graffiti. He loved spray-painting words and drawings all over the walls of our neighborhood alongside his best friend, Namjoon. Tae was nearly caught by the cops a couple of times, but thanks to his quick instincts, he managed to give them the slip.

Still, a boy with bright, blue hair was bound to stand out, so after a couple nights of close calls, Taehyung finally dyed his hair back to that soft, caramel brown that I loved running my fingers through. We sat together at a bus stop, watching cars and people go by with fingers intertwined, when Tae stood and pulled a paint can out of his jacket pocket.

“Again?” I asked. Despite my teasing tone, I smiled up at him.

Taehyung tucked his bottom lip between his teeth with a grin as he sprayed something onto the panel beside us. “Look,” he said once he was finished, tilting his head to admire his work.

I stood up to see the words “I’m fine” sprayed in green. The font was the most interesting part, though, too curly in comparison to Taehyung’s usual writing. “Now look at it from upside-down,” Tae said.

I threw him a skeptical look before obediently curving my neck and scoping out the piece of art as best I could. “Save me,” I read out loud.

Taehyung nodded. “It’s for us,” he murmured.

I looked up at him, emotions surging through me like a waterfall surging down a cliff. “It’s beautiful,” I said, my voice cracking.

Taehyung looked at me, concern filling his features. “Baby girl, what’s wrong?”

“I-I have s-something to tell you,” I stammered.

With many tears and a shaky voice, I began to explain to Taehyung the events that had transpired only a few nights before. How my mom’s boyfriend had quietly snuck into my room while she remained passed out on the couch. How he had told me to be quiet as his hand started stroking my arm. How he had held his hand over my mouth and yelped when I bit him. How I had screamed so loud our neighbors called the cops. How he was carted away by the police with my mother shrieking the entire time about how I was a brat and a dramatic liar.

Taehyung’s gaze grew darker with each word. “That bastard,” he spat, clenching his fists. “I will end that motherfucker.”

“Taehyung, stop,” I sighed. “It’s over. For now, at least. I’ll stay at Chaeyoung’s until graduation.”

“What do you mean? He’s not going to jail?”

I hung my head. “My mom left to pay his bail an hour ago.”

Taehyung slammed his fist into the same panel he just graffitied. “So that jerk is going to walk free?!”

I stood up and ran my hands soothingly over his shoulders. “For now. I’m going to press charges, but in the end, it’s my word against his. Who knows how the system will treat him.”

Taehyung let out a feral growl, turning away from me. “I’m sick of this shit,” he snapped. “My dad, your mom’s boyfriend… neither of them should be walking free after everything they’ve done.”

Not knowing what else to do, I hugged him tightly from behind. “Just another few months,” I said quietly. “And then we’ll be out of here. A house in the country, just like you said.”

“That’s not good enough,” Tae snapped, turning back towards me. My mouth parted in surprise as I looked into his eyes and saw something there I’d never seen before. It was like a slow-burning flame, one that hadn’t yet risen into a raging wildfire, but threatened to if it wasn’t quickly put out.

Taehyung suddenly grabbed my hand and tugged me down the street. “I’m dropping you off at Chae’s,” he said. “And then I want you to stay there for the next twenty-four hours. I don’t want you going out for any reason, you understand me?”

“Taehyung, what are you saying? You’re scaring me.”

He stopped walking, turning so we were facing each other once more. The flame I saw earlier began blazing, turning rapidly into something uncontrollable and destructive I didn’t know how to stop. “This ends tonight,” he growled.

True to his word, he dropped me off at Chaeyoung’s, not leaving until he made me promise I wouldn’t go out until he said so. After a week, with Tae’s permission, I went home to get some clothes and personal items only to find my mom sitting on the couch, strung out of her mind. “Is he here?” I asked tentatively.

She raised her red-rimmed eyes to meet mine. “Who?”

“Manseok. Your jerk of a boyfriend.”

My mom shrugged and scoffed. “Haven’t seen that bastard for a couple days now,” she said, her words slurring together. “He upped and left us. Stole some money from me to do it, too.”

The feeling of relief that I felt was short-lived once I remembered that asshole would probably be back for more, just like the others. I quickly gathered my things and left, stopping only to make sure my mom had enough food for the next few days.

Ever since that night, Taehyung withdrew into himself. He still held my hand and kissed me, but it was distant, emotionless, like he didn’t know how to feel his feelings for me anymore. He weirdly became somewhat possessive of me, keeping me practically glued to his side whenever he was with me, and constantly texting me when we weren’t together. Whenever other boys looked my way, Taehyung shot them down with harsh words and incessant bullying our friends joined in on. I insisted they stop that kind of behavior, and for a while, I thought Tae and his friends complied. It wasn’t until much later in life when I realized they never truly stopped. They just got better at hiding it.

One night, I was at Namjoon’s place waiting for Tae when Joon’s phone rang. “Taehyung?” he said, turning away from me when I looked up. “Hey, calm down. You did what?!”

He stood up quickly. I motioned for him to put it on speaker, but he waved me off. “Okay, stop. I’m coming over right now. Just stay put, dammit.”

Joon grabbed his jacket and rushed towards the door. “Wait!” I cried. “What happened?!”

“Nothing that concerns you,” he snapped. “Stay here. I’ll bring Taehyung to you, alright?”

Neither of them came back. Before the sun even thought of rising, I determinedly ran all the way to Taehyung’s apartment, desperate to see him and make sure he was alright. As my sneakers pounded against the pavement and my breath started coming out in ragged gasps, I suddenly felt a hand grasp my forearm and yank me into a side alley.

“What are you doing here?” a voice growled as I yelped in surprise. I looked up to see Jungkook standing there, glaring at me.

“I want to see Taehyung,” I retorted, ripping my arm from his grasp.

He crossed his arms. “Not gonna happen.”

“Like hell it’s not!” I snapped. “Where is he?”

Jungkook grabbed the front of my jacket, preventing me from pushing past him. “Go home, Y/n.”

“Absolutely the fuck not!”

Sick of my shit, Jungkook picked me up, threw me over his broad shoulder, and carried me out of the alleyway. I kicked and screamed the entire way. He set me down once we were on the main street. “Taehyung will call you when he can,” he said firmly. “I won’t say it again, Y/n. Go home.”

“No!” Tears welled up, and I furiously swiped them away. “I’m his girlfriend! Tell me where he is right now or I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” Jungkook snapped. “Y/n, you don’t even know where he is. Fucking leave, or I’ll carry you all the way back to Chae’s myself.”

It didn’t take much longer for me to realize Jungkook wouldn’t relent. Eventually, I went back to Chaeyoung’s and spent the day staring at the wall beside my bed. What did Taehyung do? What were his friends protecting him from? When had things gotten so fucked up?

My questions were never answered. After a full week of silence, complete with him missing school, Taehyung showed up at Chae’s place asking for me. “She doesn’t want to see you,” Chae snapped, closing the door as I meandered into the entry hall.

Taehyung stopped her by slamming his palm against the wood. “Please, Chae,” he begged.

Recognizing his deep tenor, I walked up and put my hand on my bestie’s shoulder. “I’ve got this, Chae,” I murmured. She left with a huff.

Taehyung looked terrible. Dark circles ran under both eyes like he’d spent multiple nights without sleep, his hair was unkempt, and his skin was much too pale. Without another word, I immediately took him inside and dragged him up to my room. He took a shower in my en suite bathroom while I washed his clothes. After he dressed, we sat on my bed, still not speaking. “What happened?” I finally asked.

He tossed me a weak smile. “Life happened.”

I shook my head in disgust. “You leave me for an entire week with no explanation, and that’s all you have to say?”

“Baby girl, please,” Taehyung said, clasping my hands in between his large, rough ones. “I’m sorry I left you alone. I asked the guys to keep an eye on you, and they said you’ve been doing fine.”

“Fine is an overstatement,” I snorted, tearing my hands from his grasp.

He didn’t relent, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his broad chest. “Let go,” I ordered, trying and failing to push him away.

“No,” he said simply, tightening his hold. “I love you, Y/n. Everything that happened this past week happened for us. For our dream.”

I managed to pull back enough to look up into his eyes. The spark of mischief that normally resided there was gone, replaced by a dull sombreness that made me ache inside. Whatever had happened that week completely changed Taehyung for good. He was no longer quick to smile or joke, and I began to yearn for the blue-haired boy of the past. I couldn’t tell him that, though. Despite everything, I still loved him.

A month passed, and as our graduation approached, Taehyung talked more and more about moving out to the country. I responded enthusiastically outwardly, but on the inside, I didn’t know if moving out was such a good idea. It wasn’t just the way he had changed. It was having issues with my mom as well. Since Manseok never came back around, her behavior grew more erratic each day. I moved back in to take care of her, and she depended heavily on me. I was afraid if I left, she would fall off the deep end again and never be able to make it back to the surface.

The last day I saw Taehyung dawned bright and filled with hope. “I’m feeling good today,” he announced, slinging an arm around my shoulders as we walked to class.

I smiled up at him, glee spreading through my limbs when I saw a trace of that mischievous spark back in his eyes. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He tossed me a grin. “I haven’t been able to go out and tag anything lately… but I kind of want to tonight. You in?”

“Of course.”

As night approached, we walked hand-in-hand down the street until Taehyung led us back to that bus stop where he painted the “I’m fine/Save me” ambigram. I sat on the bench and watched as he began to create something new. I don’t think he had a set plan. The painting started off in meaningless loops, the jet-black color standing out in stark contrast to the white behind it.

Suddenly, bright lights filled our vision flashing a blinding blue and red. “Freeze!” a loud voice yelled.

I remember Taehyung’s wide, dark eyes finding mine, filled with panic. I remember the rough skin of his palm sliding into mine and yanking me upright. I remember how we sprinted down the street, the fear of being caught pumping adrenaline through us. How he ran faster than me, tugging me along to keep up.

Taehyung looked back and pulled me into an alleyway to try and lose them. We turned a corner and met a dead end. With our backs pressed against the wall, I looked at Tae. “Dammit,” he panted, the corners of his mouth turning upwards despite our situation.

I began to run out the way we came, intending on dragging Taehyung with me, but he yanked me back, slamming me against the wall that entrapped us. He kissed me, feverishly pressing his tongue inside my mouth before I could stop him. He yanked my wrists upwards, pinning them almost painfully against the brick above us as his mouth continued exploring mine and his hands roamed up and down my body.

He pulled back, allowing me to finally suck in some oxygen, and even as I coughed, he continued pressing kisses from my cheek to my jaw to my neck. Tae finally stopped as loud voices and beams of flashlights got closer. “I love you, baby girl,” he murmured. “Don’t forget that.”

“Tae, what—?”

He stepped out from behind the corner, raising his hands in the air. I ducked down into the shadows the alley provided, scooting backwards and pressing my hands over my mouth.

“Get over here, punk,” a gruff voice commanded. I heard the grinding click of handcuffs closing over wrists as another voice began to read Tae his rights.

I scrambled to my feet, realizing too late what was happening. No, no, no, no, no. He couldn’t take the fall for both of us. Not like this. Still, even as I moved to step out into the light and reveal myself, something stopped me. I don’t remember exactly what it was. Possibly the thought of my mother, my friends, how close I was to graduation. Like I said, I don’t remember. All I remember was the panic I felt when I realized the love of my life had just been arrested.

I showed up late to class the next day, not wanting to answer questions from my friends about what had happened and why I looked like absolute shit. I realized my efforts weren’t needed when two detectives pulled me out of class and escorted me to the police station, causing my classmates to start buzzing with gossip like the annoying wasps they were.

“So… L/n Y/n,” the cop, Detective Kwak, said. I looked up at her, nervously twisting my hands in my lap. “You are dating Kim Taehyung, correct?”

I nodded slowly. She had brought me here for “routine questioning,” yet I began to suspect more when they put me in an interrogation room. “For how long?” the detective asked.

“About a year and a half,” I muttered.

“So your relationship was serious?”

“You could say that.”

“How serious?”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, how serious were you? Did you have plans for after graduation?”

“I guess. We were going to move in together.”

“Here in the city?”

“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “Somewhere far away.”

“Because of your troubles at home?”

It was then I got defensive. “What do you know about that?” I snapped.

Detective Kwak stared me down, an amused smile playing around the corners of her lips. “I know enough. I was promoted to detective only a month or so ago. Back in my street days, I was one of the cops called to your house.”

My mouth parted in surprise at her words.

“I remember that night pretty clearly,” she continued. “Your mom’s boyfriend attacked you, right?”

I swallowed hard and sank down in my seat, rubbing my arms with my palms in an effort to keep myself contained. “And she did nothing to defend you, correct?” the detective prodded.

“Stop,” I whispered.

“What about Taehyung? Did he do anything to defend you?”

“What the fuck is this about?” I burst out. “I thought you brought me here because… because…”

“Because of the graffiti?” she asked pointedly.

I nodded.

Detective Kwak leaned forward over the table. “Look, Y/n, I don’t give a damn about the fact you were his tagging partner in crime or whatever. This is much bigger than that.”

“What do you mean?”

She sat back and stared at me, her eyes like cold, dark tunnels. “Kim Taehyung has been charged with murder. His prints match a partial we lifted off of a crime scene.”

My mouth dropped open. “W-What?”

“That’s right,” she said. “We only identified the body yesterday. Does the name Lee Manseok mean anything to you?”

I froze as the syllables of my mother’s boyfriend’s name rolled off the detective’s tongue. She nodded at my reaction. “I thought it would. He was found in an abandoned warehouse about a week after he was killed. He’d been beaten to death.”

My blood ran cold, causing goosebumps to raise on the flesh of my arms. I shook my head fiercely. “No, that can’t be right,” I said. “The guy was a dick, anyone could’ve done that to him.”

“That’s what we thought at first. We first suspected his wife.”

“He… He has a wife?”

“And two kids,” the detective scoffed. “Your mom picked a real winner. But then we finally got Taehyung in custody thanks to your shenanigans last night and what do you know? His prints match the one we found at the crime scene.”

“You’ve got it wrong,” I said firmly. “Taehyung wouldn’t do that.”

“Wouldn’t he?” she asked, folding her arms over the table. “Sounds like he really loved you and would do anything to protect you.”

“No, there has to be a mistake. Even if Taehyung did kill him, it had to be out of self-defense or something.”

“Maybe so. But if you knock a guy out and then continue beating him until he dies, is it really self-defense?”

“It is if that guy could come back and hurt someone you love for revenge,” I retorted.

The detective’s face remained expressionless. “Unfortunately, the law says differently.”

“The law can go to hell for all I care.”

She chuckled. “Whatever you say, kid. Look, the crime scene revealed that more than one person beat the literal life out of Manseok. If Taehyung did this, he didn’t do it alone. Do you happen to know who else would have helped him commit murder?”

I stayed silent as I thought for a moment. Any of our friends could’ve helped him, with maybe the exception of Chaeyoung. I thought of Jin, Hoseok, Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi and Joon. I thought of the way they moved around school like a unified group, making fun of anyone who wasn’t them and bullying people who got in their way, especially any other guy who dared look my way. Still, they wouldn’t have helped Tae commit flat-out murder, would they?

“Anyone at all?”

The detective’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. I shook my head. “No. No one.”

She sighed. “There’s something else. We’ve been trying to get ahold of Taehyung’s father, but he seems to be missing.”

“Missing?”

“Yes. He hasn’t shown up at his job at all in the past month and a half. His credit cards haven’t been used, either.”

“So?” I snapped. “The guy was an alcoholic, he could be holed up somewhere drinking himself to death.”

“Maybe so, but my guess is we’re going to find him in some abandoned building or maybe at the bottom of the ocean one day. Your boy, Taehyung? I’ll bet he’s the one who put him there.”

I slammed my palms on the table. “LIES!” I yelled. “He wouldn’t do that!”

“Wouldn’t he?!” Detective Kwak shouted, rising to her feet. “Tell me something right now, Y/n. Have you noticed him acting differently? Have you noticed any changes in his behavior?”

I immediately looked down at the ground. “No,” I muttered.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I said, NO!”

“Enough with the lies!”

“I’m not lying! You are!”

The detective opened her mouth to retort, then thought better of it and sat down instead. “The evidence doesn’t lie, Y/n,” she said.

“Look,” I said. “If you want someone to put in jail, put me in jail. Taehyung’s gone through enough in his life. Please don’t put him through this.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

Tears welled up in my eyes and I put my hands over my face and began to sob. Detective Kwak stood up and came around to my side of the table before placing a hand on my shoulder. Once my sobs began to cease, she offered me a tissue. I wiped my eyes and blew my nose. “Thanks,” I muttered.

“Listen,” she said gently. “I’ve made arrangements for your aunt to come pick you up.”

I looked up at the detective in surprise. “My aunt?”

“Yes. Your mom’s sister. She’s filed to gain custody of you, and in light of recent events, a judge granted it to her.”

“Wait, my mom’s sister? I thought she lived in America.”

Detective Kwak’s mouth visibly tightened. “No, actually, she lives in Busan. Seems your mom kept that from you as well. Your aunt’s been trying to get in contact with you, Y/n. She says she sent letters.”

I stared at the wall across from me. Every limb, every nerve ending, every cell in my body was starting to go numb. It was all too much. My boyfriend was a murderer, my mom’s ex-boyfriend was dead, Taehyung’s dad was missing, and now all of a sudden I had a long-lost aunt who was now my sole guardian?”

“She’s very well off,” the detective continued. “She’s even offered to pay for your mom to get treatment in a rehabilitation facility. Whatever future you have with her is sure to be a bright one.”

“If you say so.”

“I know so. I’ve met her, only briefly, but she seems very nice.”

I let the silence grow between us, not bothering to give a response. The detective finally sighed and sat back down in her chair across from me. “Y/n, Taehyung is going to jail for a very long time. Maybe even for the rest of his life. I suggest you move on with your life. Move to Busan. You’ll attend a great school there, and probably university as well. You can start down an entirely new path.”

The memory of Taehyung’s handsome face swam before my eyes, his bright, boxy smile lighting my insides on fire the way it had for the past year and a half. “What if I don’t want to?” I whispered.

“Well… That’s up to you. But the sooner you move on, the sooner you’ll stop feeling this pain.”

Detective Kwak stood up, motioning for me to stand up as well. “Come on. Your aunt’s waiting.”

We exited the interrogation room, the skin on my face itchy and dry from crying. I knew I probably looked like a mess, but I didn’t care.

“Y/n!” a deep, familiar voice shouted. I froze in my tracks, slowly raising my eyes to his inky ones. He struggled in the grip of two cops, his hands handcuffed behind his back.

“Hey baby girl,” he said, smirking. “Nice of you to come visit me.”

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Detective Kwak hissed.

“You said to move him into the interrogation room.”

“While it’s still occupied?!”

“Don’t worry,” Taehyung quipped. “We can share, right baby?”

“Get him out of here!” Detective Kwak snapped. “Now!”

The cops shoved Taehyung towards the interrogation room. I turned to look at him, desperation clenching at my heart. I realized this might be the last time I saw him, the last time I would get to tell him something. Anything. My mouth opened but no words came out.

“Don’t worry, baby girl!” Taehyung shouted, lurching towards me. “I’ll get out someday! And I’ll come for you! I will always come for you!”

I shook my head and felt tears prick at my eyes once more as the police wrestled with him. “I love you, Y/n!” he shouted just before they shut the door on him.

“Sorry about that,” Detective Kim said, holding a hand to her heaving chest. “You weren’t supposed to cross paths.”

“It’s okay,” I murmured, and to my own surprise, I meant it. I was glad I saw him one last time. I realized, in that moment, that the blue-haired boy I once knew and fell in love with was completely gone. His eyes, which once held a spark of playfulness and mischief, now held nothing but misery and woe. He let his anger for the world overtake him, allowing it to blaze a path of self-destruction that I could no longer follow.

Maybe the detective was right. Despite the fact that Kim Taehyung was the love of my life, maybe, just maybe, it was time to move on.

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Part One is HEEEEEEERE! 😉

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The Devil All the Time ( 2020 )

OBVIOUSLY SPOILERS FREE REVIEW

"There's a lot of no-good sons of bitches out there"

Okay alright first of all

This is not your generic go-to netflix crime thriller if you are watching it with that intention everything is wrong with you

This Film is dark , not just dark but dark as hell which is filled with gore elements which also includes a multi layered story telling and the film is filled with a group of astonishing cast members and every one of them has a potential to carry the whole film on their shoulders with no hard work but just with grace and ease so these reasons altogether might have over hyped few people's expectations and i think that is the main reason why i am seeing some mixed reviews here and there online or maybe just because you started watching this film with a very wrong intent or wrong mind set like i said before and i am stressing this so much because of in my opinion this film is just perfect maybe there are flaws obviously every film will have flaws but i just couldn't see them ? Maybe because i am a big fan of tom holland i might be little biased but to me this film is top notch and this is a perfect film film

Now speaking about the cast & film overall

This is a very slow paced slow burning piece of art

It takes you to the places you can never think of mentally and it makes you feel completely lost in emotions by the end of the film making you numb

Antonio Campos is a fucking genius i love his way of story telling

He's honest , he knows what he is doing , he loves taking risks and he never fears when ever he goes out of the conventional film making style and i very much love how he connected every character in the film like i mean every character in the film is interconnected and if you remove any one character you will feel the void , disturbance and unbalance in the film.

Film lovers might argue with me or hate me for saying this but i feel this film is so much better than christine 👀🤝🏻 atleast to me ? And this is coming from a person who also loved it a lot

Now the cast

I cant speak about everyone in the film because this has such a long list of talented actors 😭 who rocked in the film i am only going to speak abt some of my favourite performances as of now i promise to speak about every other cast member and their performance in the later days coz i am very sure this is a film i am going to talk a lot from now and this is also a film that i am going to watch and enjoy in the future days

First TOM FUCKING HOLLAND

I have been seeing this dude's films even before the civil war where he played the spidey role and i always felt he was a very raw and potential actor since his childhood but after seeing him in civil war and spider man hoco its just impossible for me to not like him as an actor ? HE IS SO GOOD ON SCREEN and he makes you believe everything when ever he's on screen maybe its swinging from wall to wall or putting a donut or whatever into a guys mouth while kicking his ass and making it look bad ass af🔥 few might feel this are such a silly examples to say but to me this is about how tom brings a realistic approach to a scene and makes it good and i have always been a big fan of tom holland since spiderman hoco and this is nothing related to tdat but y'all might already know timothee was the second closest option of mcu to cast as spidey and tom grabbed that role ever since tom is just busy with mcu films and where as timothee had a incredible and unbelievable growth as an ACTOR for real to me that is stunning because he did it in such short of span and to me as fan of tom holland part of me was always loving him as spidey but a big heart of me felt a void and sad because tom is missing a lot of great opportunities which has a chance to showcase his real acting abilities which made me think what if timothee got the spidey role instead of tom? Maybe we would have seen a serious tom holland as an actor and this thought killed me everytime but everything happens for a reason and tom holland is undoubtedly the best spidey we have ever got and anyways when films like tdat happen many people realise and understand how great and how fucking incredible tom holland is as an actor and i love when everyone appreciate him for this !! It makes my heart very happy and this is the exact reason why this film is so personal and special to me

Sorry for completely deviating from the film but this is tumblr and i am not a serious film critic lol so forgive me.

And speaking about his performance in the film he is just surreal and outstanding . The character that he played is a very complicated one not many relate to that character but every one can understand his emotions, actions and intentions in the film and all the credit goes to tom for bringing a life to that character and playing it in such a beautiful way listen to me very carefully when i am saying this not many actors from this generation can bring bundle of emotions at the same time in a same scene but tom holland does that with such an ease and i stg i am not exaggerating if you watch the film you will know what i mean !! And i am very proud to say i am his big fan

Now Robbert pattinson

What the fuck should i talk about this asshole 😂🖕?

My dude's been killing it since remember me and as an actor like i said in the Tenet Review he has matured a lot as an actor since good time and he played a very powerful and sick role in the film i am not gonna spoil it for others just go and watch the fucking film atleast for him he did a great job and i dont understand how the women and gays are dealing with him? Seriously even as a straight guy its hard for me to concentrate on the film or scenes where ever he's present because this asshole is so fucking hot and sexy 👉👈 The directors should either deglamorise him by making him fat or bald or just hide his face with prosthetic make up or sth just like how directors hide tom hardy's face in every film he's in 🙄. Now coming back to his performance its really hard to dominate him when ever he's on screen dude just want all the attention towards him , such a selfish actor huh

Bill Skarsgard

He played a very important and crucial role in the film he maynot have big screen time but we can totally feel his presence through out the film i think this one sentence explains how important his character is to the film and how well he potrayed the role and he's the only guy in the film who got an incredible character growth throughout his journey in the film

Harry Melling

It would be very unfair if i dont speak about harry's performance in tdat

DUDE KILLED IT . HE SCARED ME WITH HIS EMOTIONS AND EXPRESSIONS . He didn't even a play a negative role but he just added a lot of depth not only to his character but also the film with his intimidating portrayal

Sebastian stan

This is the most honest and a very raw performance from Sebastian stan so far ( i am saying this based on the films that i have seen of his ) i just wish he had more screen time thats the only thing that i didnt like in the film also there are so many blanks that needs to be filled about his character

Eliza Scanlen

I dont remember her from any film or tv series that i have seen before but she's outstanding in the film , the character doesnt have much something new to offer so i can't speak a lot for her but as far as the character concerned she did her best and her performance is a impressive one and many people are gonna love her .

Riley Keough

Unlike the previous films & tv series she's been in

This film gave her a very challenging role and she's the only women in the film who's been through ups and downs and has a very complicated but a impressive character growth with minimal limitations and dimensions

She was fabulous and incredible . It just stuns me how the character has begin and how it ended at the end

And special mention to jason clarke and the old couple who played grandparents ( kind of ) to Arvin Russel and lenora . Not all heroes wear the cape.

Finally despite the mention of god several times in the film this is not really about god at all its about the DEVIL , The DEMON that carries and plays a very pivotal role in the film you cannot see it but you can sense it and feel it

Its about the blind faith, its about the irreversible & inescapable fate . I really love how Antonio Campos has connected all the dots by the end of the film with a very impressive film making and with a steady gothic theme running till the end internally and i haven't completely finished the book ( The devil all the time ) but if anyone really wants to completely bring the book life they cannot do it in a single film it will take you atleast 4 or 5 tv series to do so but Antonio Campos did it with a single film and added a very deep meaning to the core of the film w/o deviating from the roots of the book & even touched the aspects like duality of a man and some of you grateful fucks are complaining about him

OBVIOUSLY films ard subjective but you all need to be more open about this film

In simple words please fucking watch this film guys 🤗❤

This one is not for everyone but everyone will have atleast a small aspect in the film that y'all are going to like / love / hate / discuss about.

The devil all the time is violent , brutal , honest and perfect in every possible way atleast to me and i really want you all to watch it if you're into such type of stuff

Remember No country for old men ? Now make it 10 times more violent but add some meaning to it with a realistic approach but more slow burning drama and a little bit of darkness ... now that is what The Devil all the time is .

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We've hit the jackpot this week with new releases. There are so many to choose from. Which ones are you looking forward to?

The Silvered Serpents (The Gilded Wolves #2) by Roshani Chokshi Wednesday Books

They are each other’s fiercest love, greatest danger, and only hope.

Séverin and his team members might have successfully thwarted the Fallen House, but victory came at a terrible cost ― one that still haunts all of them. Desperate to make amends, Séverin pursues a dangerous lead to find a long lost artifact rumoured to grant its possessor the power of God.

Their hunt lures them far from Paris, and into icy heart of Russia where crystalline ice animals stalk forgotten mansions, broken goddesses carry deadly secrets, and a string of unsolved murders makes the crew question whether an ancient myth is a myth after all.

As hidden secrets come to the light and the ghosts of the past catch up to them, the crew will discover new dimensions of themselves. But what they find out may lead them down paths they never imagined.

A tale of love and betrayal as the crew risks their lives for one last job. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Smash It! by Francina Simone Inkyard Press

Olivia “Liv” James is done with letting her insecurities get the best of her. So she does what any self-respecting hot mess of a girl who wants to SMASH junior year does…

After Liv shows up to a Halloween party in khaki shorts–why, God, why?–she decides to set aside her wack AF ways. She makes a list–a F*ck-It list.

1. Be bold–do the thing that scares me. 2. Learn to take a compliment. 3. Stand out instead of back.

She kicks it off by trying out for the school musical, saying yes to a date and making new friends. Life is great when you stop punking yourself! However, with change comes a lot of missteps, and being bold means following her heart. So what happens when Liv’s heart is interested in three different guys–and two of them are her best friends? What is she supposed to do when she gets dumped by a guy she’s not even dating? How does one Smash It! after the humiliation of being friend-zoned?

In Liv’s own words, “F*ck it. What’s the worst that can happen?” A lot, apparently. — Cover image and summary via Bookshop.org

Vampires Never Get Old: Tales with Fresh Bite edited by Zoraida Córdova and Natalie C. Parker Imprint

In this delicious new collection, you’ll find stories about lurking vampires of social media, rebellious vampires hungry for more than just blood, eager vampires coming out–and going out for their first kill–and other bold, breathtaking, dangerous, dreamy, eerie, iconic, powerful creatures of the night.

Welcome to the evolution of the vampire–and a revolution on the page. Vampires Never Get Old includes stories by authors both bestselling and acclaimed, including Samira Ahmed, Dhonielle Clayton, Zoraida C rdova and Natalie C. Parker, Tessa Gratton, Heidi Heilig, Julie Murphy, Mark Oshiro, Rebecca Roanhorse, Laura Ruby, Victoria “V. E.” Schwab, and Kayla Whaley. — Cover image and summary via Bookshop.org

Early Departures by Justin A. Reynolds Katherine Tegen Books

What if you could bring your best friend back to life–but only for a short time?

Jamal’s best friend, Q, doesn’t know that he died, and that he’s about to die . . . again. He doesn’t know that Jamal tried to save him. And that the reason they haven’t been friends for two years is because Jamal blames Q for the accident that killed his parents.

But what if Jamal could have a second chance? A new technology allows Q to be reanimated for a few weeks before he dies . . . permanently. And Q’s mom is not about to let anyone ruin this miracle by telling Q about his impending death. So how can Jamal fix everything if he can’t tell Q the truth?

Early Departures weaves together loss, grief, friendship, and love to form a wholly unique homage to the bonds that bring people together for life–and beyond. — Cover image and summary via Bookshop.org

Every Body Looking by Candice Iloh Dutton Books for Young Readers

“Ada” means first daughter, means oldest girl, means pressure. “Ada” means you are expected to do a lot of things because the honor of this family rests on your back.

When Ada leaves home for her freshman year at a Historically Black College, it’s the first time she’s ever been so far from her family—and the first time that she’s been able to make her own choices and to seek her place in this new world. As she stumbles deeper into the world of dance and explores her sexuality, she also begins to wrestle with her past—her mother’s struggle with addiction, her Nigerian father’s attempts to make a home for her. Ultimately, Ada discovers she needs to brush off the destiny others have chosen for her and claim full ownership of her body and her future.

Every Body Looking is a luminous and inspiring novel in verse about bearing the weight of others’ expectations and finding the courage to shape a life of one’s own. — Cover image and summary via Bookshop.org

How It All Blew Up by Arvin Ahmadi Viking Books for Young Readers

Eighteen-year-old Amir Azadi always knew coming out to his Muslim family would be messy–he just didn’t think it would end in an airport interrogation room. But when faced with a failed relationship, bullies, and blackmail, running away to Rome is his only option. Right?

Soon, late nights with new friends and dates in the Sistine Chapel start to feel like second nature… until his old life comes knocking on his door. Now, Amir has to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth to a US Customs officer, or risk losing his hard-won freedom.

At turns uplifting and devastating, How It All Blew Up is Arvin Ahmadi’s most powerful novel yet, a celebration of how life’s most painful moments can live alongside the riotous, life-changing joys of discovering who you are. — Cover image and summary via Bookshop.org

White Fox by Sara Faring Imprint

After their world-famous actor mother disappeared under mysterious circumstances, Manon and Thaïs left their remote Mediterranean island home–sent away by their pharma-tech tycoon father. Opposites in every way, the sisters drifted apart in their grief. Yet their mother’s unfinished story still haunts them both, and they can’t put to rest the possibility that she is still alive.

Lured home a decade later, Manon and Thaïs discover their mother’s legendary last work, long thought lost: White Fox, a screenplay filled with enigmatic metaphors. The clues in this dark fairytale draw them deep into the island’s surreal society, into the twisted secrets hidden by their glittering family, to reveal the truth about their mother–and themselves. — Cover image and summary via Bookshop.org

Miss Meteor by Tehlor Kay Mejia and Anna-Marie McLemore Harperteen

There hasn’t been a winner of the Miss Meteor beauty pageant who looks like Lita Perez or Chicky Quintanilla in all its history.

But that’s not the only reason Lita wants to enter the contest, or her ex-best friend Chicky wants to help her. The road to becoming Miss Meteor isn’t about being perfect; it’s about sharing who you are with the world–and loving the parts of yourself no one else understands.

So to pull off the unlikeliest underdog story in pageant history, Lita and Chicky are going to have to forget the past and imagine a future where girls like them are more than enough–they are everything. — Cover image and summary via Bookshop.org

When They Call You a Terrorist (Young Adult Edition): A Story of Black Lives Matter and the Power to Change the World by Patrisse Khan-Cullors & asha bendele Wednesday Books

A movement that started with a hashtag–#BlackLivesMatter–on Twitter spread across the nation and then across the world.

From one of the co-founders of the Black Lives Matter movement comes a poetic memoir and reflection on humanity. Necessary and timely, Patrisse Khan-Cullors’ story asks us to remember that protest in the interest of the most vulnerable comes from love. Leaders of the Black Lives Matter movement have been called terrorists, a threat to America. But in truth, they are loving women whose life experiences have led them to seek justice for those victimized by the powerful.

In this meaningful, empowering account of survival, strength, and resilience, Cullors and asha bandele seek to change the culture that declares innocent black life expendable. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

#new releases #yalit

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