Plot: Jimin cheats on you, because he’s too drunk, and you broke up with him.
Words count: 1,9k+
For anon, I hope you like it! - M.
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥
The happy barking of your dog was the best welcome after a long and tiring day of study and work. You laid the purse and the keys on the cupboard near the entrance and you were ready to head to the bathroom to relax a little when strange noises from your bedroom made you block completely.
Immediately your heart began to beat at an abnormal rate because they were little misunderstanding sounds and immediately understood what was going on in that room.
Your hands began to tremble and in small steps you began to walk towards your room, finally reaching the door. Yet you couldn’t open it, you were scared to death to see what, or rather who, was in it. But your hopes were destroyed shortly after because the female voice screamed that name, the name you hoped to never hear, and with your hopes, even your heart broke completely.
Your brain allowed you not to hurt yourself and trying to remain silent you turned and left the house looking for a possible refuge to spend those hours.
You never thought that Jimin could cheat you. After a year of relationship by now you thought you were perfect together, he was so considerate to you and he always tried to show you how much he loved you. You had so hard to trust him, because of your past experiences, that that seemed like a joke to you because it felt impossible that he really did.
Walking through the streets of Seoul you didn’t cry, because there were too many people who could see you, stopping in a kiosk and starting to drink in solitary. You never liked alcohol, but at that moment you just wanted to anesthetize a little the pain your felt into your heart.
ONE (play is all it takes for her to fall in love)
You remember seeing him for the first time in a school play, all untidy black hair and dark wild eye. He was confident, almost arrogant in the way he commanded presence onstage. You ran to him after the play to congratulate him on his excellent performance.
You expected a haughty smirk from the lead actor, but instead he grinned bashfully and admitted that your pieces in the school magazine was always the highlight of his Tuesday.
“If only I was as good a writer as you are, I could write the greatest play in the history of ever,” he had said.
Just for a moment there, you saw the bleeding edge of insecurity underneath his sunny exterior. All it took was an exchange of numbers, a series of texts overnight, and by the next day, the two of you were already best friends.
TWO (people play acting. or are they?)
Lin is pacing the length of his bedroom, looking absolutely terrified for his audition tomorrow.
“I wish I could help,” you say absently, editing your article on your laptop. His head immediately snaps to you.
“Help me act out some scenes?”
You raise your eyebrows at him. He grins, pulling on his ‘but-I’m-your-best-friend’ face. You’ve never been able to say no to that smile. He grabs your laptop from you and types something, then shows you a list of prompts. So you spend 5 hours switching between at least 20 different characters, ranging from an angry grandmother to a hot girl he meets at a bar. You both turn to your laptop to see the final prompt.
‘A and B are best friends. A’s reaction to B getting married. ’
“Congrats,” you say, turning to him, already in character.
“That’s a lie.” He gives a mirthless laugh.
“I’m not! Congratulations,” you repeat, wondering where he was trying to steer the script.
“You’re lying! Why aren’t you happy for me? What are you trying to say?” he said fiercely, his black eyes boring into you.
“I’m trying to say that I’m in love with you!” you yell.
Right after the words leave your mouth, your heart stops. That isn’t part of the prompt. Your feelings aren’t supposed to get tangled with your improvisation. Wait, your feelings? For him?
“You have no right to say that just before I’m getting married,” Lin hisses.
“I’ve tried, you idiot. You think I want this?” you snap.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do anything about it,” he says, looking down. Your heart drums against your chest, and then you grin.
THREE (times he rewrote the script and it was still rejected)
He slumps down in the seat next to you, everything in his movement looking drained. You ask him if anything is wrong, but he just shakes his head mutely. You try again, taking his hand in yours. And for some reason, he tells you.
“My script was rejected,” he says quietly. “I thought I already knew rejection, but not this. I put everything into this. I rewrote the entire thing 3 times.”
You squeeze his hand. “Keep rewriting. You have all the time in the world.”
His smile is sad, and grateful, and something in your heart tightens. You smile back at him, hoping that he can’t see the butterflies in your stomach. You stare at his brown eyes. They aren’t the colour of the ocean, but you can drown in them anyway.
“Mi corazón,” he says, smiling at you.
“My nerd,” you reply affectionately.
(at) FOUR (a.m. he decides to get a tattoo because he can’t stop thinking about someone)
Lin gets paired up with Natalie, the future valedictorian, for a project. You see them and the first thing that you feel is a loud, stinging pang of jealousy, but in the back of your mind, there’s a click that tells you they’re meant to be. You ignore it and keep it to yourself, because that’s what you do best.
He texts you. ‘hey i’m getting a tattoo of a mic, come with?’
You accompany him to the tattoo parlor as he gets the mic. He’s over the moon as you drive home.
“What do you think?” he asks, trying to catch a glimpse of his tattoo for the first time.
“Personally, I wouldn’t get a tattoo that says daddy in cursive, but-”
“What the fuck?” he yells, wheeling around to try to see his back in the mirror.
“I’m kidding! Who inspired you to get a mic anyway?”
His face transforms into a wide, carefree smile, and his entire being relaxes. “Natalie.”
You turn up the volume of the radio so he doesn’t hear your heart breaking.
FIVE (Gordon Ramsay insults. technically, the last one isn’t an insult.)
You’re there when Lin finally kisses her.
It’s her birthday, and she tries to pass it off as low-key by calling it ‘just a barbeque’, but the truth is that it’s a very expensive beach party. You and Lin are piling food into your plate, trying to fit in with the rich kids by shouting Gordon Ramsay-esque insults.
“The pork is so raw it’s still singing Hakuna Matata!” you yell, stabbing it and taking a big bite.
“Why did the chicken cross the road? Because you didn’t fucking cook it!” He says in a terrible British accent.
“Maybe you should give this piece of meat to the gods; I hear they like burnt offerings.”
He puts both hands on your cheeks. “What are you?”
“An idiot sandwich,” you say, faux tearfully. The two of you cackle in amusement, stealing bits of food of each other’s plate. Lin is about to launch into Ramsay mode again when Natalie approaches the two of you.
“Hey, guys,” she says happily.
“Hello, linda,” Lin interjects quickly, taking her hand. It’s a joke he always uses when trying to pick up girls - calling them linda so they’d say “my name isn’t Linda” and he can reply “linda means beautiful in Spanish” and watch them turn red.
Instead, a dusty pink blush spreads across her cheeks. “Quiet, you,” she laughs. Lin’s eyes light up in disbelief, like ‘holy shit, this amazing girl knows Spanish, she just got even hotter’. His eyes flit to you for permission, and you give him a big thumbs up.
You watch as Lin walk Natalie to the edge of the water, and they sit down. Gently, he puts his hands on her cheeks and says: “What are you?”
Natalie grins. “The love of your life?”
Even from a distance, you can hear Lin’s warm laugh, fading away as he leans in to kiss her. Everyone ceases their conversation to cheer and whistle at them. When Lin pulls away, he’s wearing a smile similar to a Cheshire cat’s.
Daniel, Lin’s roommate, lunges forward and pushes Lin towards the water. Natalie’s friends catch on to the idea and push her towards the water until the two of them are knee deep in water. You laugh along with everyone, until the crowd starts to dissipate. You return to your room.
It’s past midnight when Lin tiptoes into your room to grab fresh clothes that he keeps in your drawer. “Good night, Lin,” you whisper as he passes your bed.
He gasps. “Shut up, (Y/N).”
“I’m happy for you.”
“Shut. Up.” You can’t see his face in the dark, but you’re pretty sure he’s smiling as he leaves the room.
SIX (songs that aren’t even dedicated to her)
The worst thing about being in love with your best friend is that you can’t tell your best friend about it.
Your heart skips a beat when Lin texts you. ‘heya i’m making you a mixtape! it’s cute and adorable and fluffy (like me)’
You reply within seconds. ‘hm, what’s it about?’
‘SHIT sorry that message was for natalie!! actually, since you are a fellow pretentious fuck when it comes to music, can you help me out with the mix?’
‘sure. tell me about it.’
‘okay so i already have Perfect by Ed Sheeran, for obvious reasons, and Don’t You Forget About Me. what else?”
‘are you fucking kidding no way’
‘come on, dude.’
‘fine. I’m also feeling The Fray. How To Save A Life?’
‘no wtf that song is mainstream and irrelevant. Heartbeat.’
‘good one. 505?’
‘YES. also. Cherry Wine.’
‘It’s done! It’s a mini-mix, i’m putting together a longer and better one for her birthday. THANK YOU, wingwoman.’
‘send it to me for prooflistening!!’
My Only Sunshine, by Lin-Manuel
Heartbeat - The Fray 505 - Arctic Monkeys Ignition (Remix) - R. Kelly Perfect - Ed Sheeran Cherry Wine - Hozier Don’t You Forget About Me - Simple Minds
‘nice job, cabrón.’
SEVEN (billion people in the world and she chose to fall in love with the one who doesn’t love her back)
“Natalie’s parents are thinking of saying no if Lin proposes to her,” Chris announces, placing a plate of eggs in front of you.
“What?” you splutter, dropping your spoon. “No. The wedding has to happen.”
Chris gives you a long, measured look. “I thought their wedding being cancelled would save you from a great deal of pain.”
“It doesn’t matter if I tear my own heart in two. Because if Lin is happy, then it is worth it-”
“God!” Chris’ eyes narrows. “What could possibly be worth it?”
“Everything that I have lost!” you shout. “Lin!”
Chris breathes in and out slowly, and there’s something like pity in his eyes when he looks at you. “7.5 billion people in the world and you had to choose the one who doesn’t love you back.”
EIGHT (bottles of beer and she still misses him)
“What’s up, big shot?” you slur, holding the phone in one hand and a bottle of cheap beer in the other.
“Fuck,” he exhales, realising you were drunk. “I’ll be at your place in 5 to make sure you’re okay.”
“You’re so far away, Lin,” you complain. “Souls don’t understand the notion of distance, you know that? They only know how right it feels to be with one another. I miss you even when you’re just a room away, because my soul only feels the absence of yours.”
He laughs, and through the haze of alcohol you feel warmth spread through you, like a sun peeking from behind the clouds. “You only miss me when you’re drunk.”
“I’m drunk because I miss you,” you say softly. A beat of silence passes, and time stands still. You wonder if he hung up.
“Natalie’s calling.” The sound of her name shatters the moment like glass. You can’t find it in you to reply.
“Don’t do anything stupid until I get there,” he jokes. His voice is rough, scratchy, and he mutters a goodbye before hanging up.
True to his word, he appears 5 minutes later in your doorstep. He notices the empty bottles of beer on the floor and sees you lying down on the couch. Without hesitation, he gently pushes you to make space for him and lies down next to you.
You grin sleepily up at him. “Thanks for coming, but I’d rather sleep.”
“Sleep, mi corazón,” he whispers softly, pulling you closer to him. You know that he isn’t going to stay the night, but it’s still a slap to your face when he’s gone in the morning leaving nothing but a note taped to a glass of water.
For the first time, you feel white-hot jealousy flare up in you. All you wake up to is a hastily scrawled note, while Natalie gets to wake up to the life-sized, walking, talking Lin: to the sizzle of him cooking bacon, to his raspy humming, to his brown eyes half-lidded with sleep, to him.
(he’s on cloud) NINE
“(Y/N). You should fall in love. It’s amazing.”
He sounds drunk, but he actually isn’t. Drunk on love, maybe. It’s a joy for you to see your best friend like this, but it hurts like hell to see him like this because of another girl. It’s like he can’t stop talking about her, he always slides her name into every single sentence, twisting every conversation to relate it back to her.
You become so worried about losing your best friend that you check his phone to see what your name is in his contacts. You breathe a sigh of relief when it’s still mi corazón. You look for Natalie’s contact. Mi alma.
Mi corazón, my heart. You’re his heart; you know what he likes, what he hates, you see all his dark and you love his light.
Mi alma, my soul. She is his soul; he lives and breathes her, she sees the stars in his smile, everything he does is either with her, because of her, or for her.
TEN (years after meeting him and she finally lets him go)
Lin appears in your house with two cups of coffee. “I’m thinking of proposing to Natalie,” he says, after taking a long sip from his cup.
“Do it,” you cheered, grinning. He looks at you, searching for any kind of falseness, but there is none.
“I- Are you sure?”
“Yes. When I met you, I thought you hung all the stars and the moon in the sky. But I came to realise that you are just like me. You know the shape of my soul and the words of my heart. You’re my first love, Lin, and you always will be. But I deserve someone who loves me back, so I can be the poem instead of the poet I’ve always been. I’ve been stuck in your orbit for years, and this is me breaking free.”
He bites his lip and stares at the ground. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” you say softly, pulling him into a hug. You savor the moment, drawing it out for as long as possible, and then you pull away. The smile that he gives you afterwards is worth everything.
The next day, you’re out at dinner with Natalie, and you can tell that she has something to say by the way she cuts her chicken into smaller pieces than is necessary. “I think Lin’s going to propose to me.”
“Really?” you enthuse. “That’s great!”
“Any words from his best friend?” she asks.
You’re silent for a long moment, trying to find the words. “Take care of him. He looks like he has enough love to give to everyone, but sometimes he needs love as well. Be honest about his work. He enjoys criticism. He’ll sometimes think he’s the dullest of the bunch, when in reality he’s the brightest. With every word, pen stroke, and touch, you’re going to fall deeper in love with him. Please, just love him with everything you have.”
She holds your gaze, and between the two of you, there was some kind of resolve; an understanding. She knows. And she knows you’re moving on.
“Oh, and Natalie?” you ask, just before the moment fades.
“Yeah?” she says, with a smile that eases your mind. Not many people deserve Lin, but she definitely does.
So, this is definitely not rebloggable. I realized in typing this that it’s actually way less cliche than I thought it was. Anyhoot here’s the “I finally figured out I was a girl when…” story below the cut.
Small town singer Dean Winchester suddenly becomes a Vegas rockstar. Will his girlfriend be able to get back the simple man he once was?
Warnings: ANGST, double dose of SMUT, breath play, fluff, feels, alcohol, demeaning language, a moment of non-con which is resolved, angsty ending.
A/N: This is for @bulletscrossbowpie’s AU Challenge/Rockstar. Also @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Challenge: D.D. by The Weeknd. I figured this was my chance to combine my fav version of Dean with my fav version of Jensen. So I give you, Rockstar Demon!Dean in leather.WC: 6238 On AO3
Gifs aren’t mine, but the concert pic in the aesthetic is from @stardustandmelancholy and the gifs/videos are from Tumblr and YouTube.
Hyattsville was a small town in western Kansas, known for it’s ‘biggest hay bale in America’ tourist trap and a former high school beauty queen turned national news anchor. I met the Winchester brothers one evening when I was getting coffee at a shop in town. They were singing at open mic night- the younger brother playing guitar as the older brother sang. He had an amazing, sultry voice that sent shivers down my arms. And the fact that he was absolutely gorgeous didn’t hurt either.
theres this guy at my job that makes me want to astral project he;s just …. too much he’s constantly flirting and grabbing my sides and literally corning me in the backrooms and shit im just …. -_- he’s cool and shit we’re friends but he’s a 19 year old white guy and he also never comes in to work and i just had to cover his shift yesterday at 8am and tried to get me to do it again tonight after being at the store at like 11pm just hanging out for hours multiple nights in a row yet his car “wouldn’t start” in the mornings laksdkfldf my managers dont know shit but me and the other employees know probably too much uhhhh moral of the story 19 year old white dudes that are also aries?? demons.