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anonymous asked:

Jaehyun and his youtuber girlfriend? Filming boyfriend tag video haha :)

Hello there! First off, haven’t written a scenario of my ult in so long ;;; Thank you for requesting this & I hope you enjoy it although it took me forever to finish. Ah, Jaehyun is totally boyfriend (and husband) material. 💘

Jaehyun

Listen: [1]

You finished setting up the Canon T5i and looked through the screen monitor to ensure that the camera was placed at the right angle. Lights, check. Camera, check. Now, all that’s left was the action.

“Are you ready, babe?” You called, as you made last minute touches to the room that would be the background setting of the video.

Jaehyun had finally concurred to appearing on your YouTube channel to film the boyfriend tag. Your subscribers had sent in requests since early last year, as you had always mentioned him in your videos, but never uploaded any footage of him. After months of begging, a month’s worth of pizza on you, and a promise to pack him lunch everyday for three months, you had finally coaxed him into making an appearance on your channel.

He appeared right at the door, popping his head in before smiling nervously. It wasn’t like him to be so shy, he is articulate and a naturally gifted speaker, so you found it quite adorable that he had spent the past week contemplating what to wear and how to act on camera.

He was dressed in a cream cable knit sweater today, paired with his favourite pair of vintage Levi’s. His hair was slightly parted at the front, coloured a chocolate brown. You couldn’t help but marvel at the sight in front of you.

The corners of his lips turned upwards as he begin to realize that you were checking him out. He walked closer to you and embraced you with his strong arms as you buried your face in the comfort of his sweater. His familiar scent wafted into the air, wood sage and a tinge of sea salt.

You peeked at him gingerly, the bottom half of your face still resting on the fabric of his shirt. “Are you nervous?”

He looked down at you, his sharp eyes transforming into crescents as he broke into a docile smile and nodded his head slowly. “A bit.”

“Why? Aren’t you the definition of ‘mom’s friend’s son’?” You teased, unravelling your hands from his back, reaching upwards to cup his face.

He leaned forward, trying to steal a kiss from your lips. You giggled and ducked to avoid him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek instead.

“Can I get one more kiss? The cheek one didn’t count.” He pouted.

“I’ll give you one if you answer the questions about me correctly, you know that.” You flicked him on the forehead lightly.

He chuckled, elongating his arms such that his right hand was now hovering in front of the camera lens, as if he was covering the camera’s eyes.

Then, he leaned over and planted a soft kiss directly on your lips.

He could feel you smiling into the kiss, but you immediately pulled back before things could escalate any further. “Stop cheating,” you murmured, a sheepish smile slowly spreading across your face.

“Alright, alright.”

“If you get even one question wrong, you know what you’re in for, right?” you teased, curling your hand into a fist.

He laughed, taking his position on the white leather loveseat. “I guess I’m lucky I have a good memory.”

You wiggled your eyebrows, skipping towards the camera set up at the front of the room to press the record button. 

“We’ll see how well you do, Jae. We’ll see.”

You took a deep breath before pressing record, then quickly walked back to your position beside Jaehyun on the loveseat. He scooted closer, blinking slowly a few times before nodding his head and focusing his attention back on the camera lens.

“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel!” You started, before breaking into laughter and covering your face with your hands. Jaehyun turned to you and raised his brows.

“This is so awkward. I’m not used to filming beside you, even though you film me sometimes,” you whined.

“Do we have to start recording again?” Jaehyun whispered quietly, pointing to the camera.

“Yes, genius. Let’s set up the camera again.” you jokingly teased.

“Oh right, you can just edit it out.” He flashed you a sheepish grin and instinctively covered his face with his hands, a habit of his when he was embarrassed.

After an uncontrollable fit of giggles and a sip of water, you decided that you were ready to film again.

“Let’s go, take three.” Jaehyun whispered under his breath.

You barely kept in another fit of giggles, but managed to start the introduction without making any mistakes.

“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel. Today, we’re going to do the highly requested and long-awaited boyfriend tag.” You smiled, turning beside you to make eye contact with Jaehyun, as he nodded obediently.

“We decided to spice things up a little and make it a little more interesting. We’re each going to ask each other ten questions that we’ve prepared on our own, and if we answer any of the questions incorrectly, we’re each going to get a little punishment.” You continued.

“The punishments are going to be different each time since the questions vary in difficulty level. Basically, we prepared various levels for punishments which will be revealed once either of us makes a mistake.” Jaehyun added.

“Are you ready for this?” you turned to your right slightly, your eyes meeting each other.

“Of course. More prepared than I was for my SATs.” He replied with ease.

What a smooth talker.

You clicked on the ‘Notes’ app on your phone and did a quick scroll through, overlooking the questions you had prepared before clearing your throat.

“Okay. First question. I’m starting off easy, just so you know. When was the first day we met?” you smiled cheekily, waiting for his answer.

“January 14, 2014. Exactly a month before my birthday.”

“Too easy,” you teased.

“You can challenge me, you know. I’m better than that.” He chuckled, his gaze fixated on you.

“It started off easy.” You emphasized, turning to face him again.

You were distracted by the light that his phone screen emitted on his face, a luminous glow further highlighting the contours of his face.

How gorgeous he looked right now was beyond you.

“Bring on the hard questions, but it’s my turn now.” He winked at you before reading his first question aloud.

“What was the first gift that I gave to you?”

“Was it the silver necklace with the dainty hexagon shape in the middle that you bought me when we were browsing the streets of Hongdae together? I think that was our fourth date or something… or was it something else?”

“Guys, I have a terrible memory.” You scratched your head, slightly abashed.

“And in what you lack, I make up.” he propped his head to the side and smiled widely, his dimples deepening.

“Jae, please. We’re on camera.” You blushed.

“_________, first present. Think harder. I think this one’s pretty memorable.”

“Hint please?”

“First. First present. But also first something.” he emphasized, cutely putting up his index finger.

“OH MY- THE BLACK AND WHITE PLAID BUTTON UP SHIRT. It’s literally my favourite gift but it’s so precious to me I haven’t worn it since we met two years ago.” You continued.

“_______, you failed, so punishment time or?” He nodded coolly.

“Wait Jaehyun, wait! Before the punishment, reveal the story behind the first gift.” You gushed with excitement, recalling the very first time you had met him.

He instinctively placed his hand on the nape of his neck. You could tell he was a little flustered.

“Really?” he mouthed.

“Awww, are you shy?” You placed your hand on top of his and gave him a little squeeze. “Alright, we’ll save the story for next time. It’s a little embarrassing to talk about.”

Just as you were about to direct your next question to him, he started speaking.

“It was actually the first day we met. At that time, I was a part-time barista at a coffee shop and _______ was a customer. She was waiting for her coffee when one of the other customers was in a rush and accidentally bumped into her while rushing out, spilling some drinks on her. I guess he was in a rush but he didn’t even apologize and just ran out. She was drenched and all she did was grab some extra napkins from the dispenser and wipe at her shirt. So yeah, I found that ridiculous and without thinking I took off my shirt and told her to change into it.”

“Don’t worry guys, he was wearing a t-shirt inside.”

“By the way, how did you even manage to catch that? I remember it was pretty busy that day.” you added, smiling at him sweetly.

Jaehyun simply smiled and shrugged.

“I didn’t even think twice before taking my shirt off. Like I literally could have been wearing nothing inside.”

“Shirtless barista makes the headlines.” You teased jokingly, clutching your stomach to prevent yourself from doubling over.

He just shook his head and laughed softly, casually placing his hand on top of your head to ruffle your hair.

“_________, don’t change the topic, punishment time. Level one is… let me see… ”

“Lemons.” you finished his sentence, a look of regret washing over your face.

He smiled, eagerly getting up from his seat to grab a lemon wedge that he had sliced up from earlier.

You reluctantly took it from his hand and began nibbling at the lemon, wincing whenever you took another bite as the acidity instantaneously spread throughout your mouth.

After you finished half the wedge, Jaehyun swiftly grabbed the lemon from your hands and popped the rest of it into his mouth.

“It looked too delicious.” he replied simply. “It’s actually good, not too sour.”

“You little pig, why do you love food so much.“ 

You cracked a smile, immediately reaching for the glass of water in front of you to wash away the sour taste that still lingered in your mouth.

“Okay so next question. What’s my favourite food?” you asked.

“Is this some type of trick question ‘cause I feel like it’s too easy.” He placed his right hand under his chin, and glanced at the ceiling, thinking deeply.

“Well, it’s not a trick question but it might be a little difficult. ‘Cause I like everything. But there’s only one correct answer.”

“If I could only pick one… spicy tomato sauce pasta with seafood.”

“Didn’t expect you to be so specific,” you said, awe evident in your voice.

“Am I right though?”

You made a tiny ‘ok’ sign with your thumb and index finger and nodded in defeat.

“Alright, my turn. I’ll make it easier since I should be the bigger person and give you some points.”

“So thoughtful of you.” you replied, a hint of teasing sarcasm in your voice.

“I know right. So, what is the facial feature that I’m most confident about?”

“Your eyebrows.”

“Bingo.”

“Guys, I’m really jealous of Jaehyun’s eyebrows ‘cause mine are so sparse and I always need to fill them in but he’s born with such beautifully-shaped thick eyebrows.” you turned to him and outlined his brows with your fingertips.

He wiggled his brows in satisfaction, leaning in to give you a peck just above your brow-bone.

“Jae, I’m editing that out!” You giggled.

“It’s a good luck peck to define your eyebrow hair.”

You teasingly hit his arm. “JUNG YOONOH. SERIOUSLY.”

“Sorry guys, this is probably like one of the most boring videos you’ve ever seen.”

“And you’re going to have to edit half of this out because of the PDA… or you can just keep it in?” Jaehyun joked.

“Should I?”

“Johnny would say 'I just want to show the world how much I love my girlfriend’ and I completely agree.”

Listen: [2]

Another twenty minutes passed and you were now on your eighth question. You were pretty sure the video wouldn’t be the most entertaining boyfriend tag around, but you were having a fun time filming with Jaehyun and most importantly, you had realized how lucky you were to have such a sweet and caring boyfriend. Maybe even the luckiest girl in the world, you smiled to yourself.

You always knew that Jaehyun was a detail-oriented, observant and caring person, but he sometimes surprised you, picking up on details that you didn’t even know about yourself.

“Oh, ________. You’re doomed this time.” Jaehyun smiled widely, while reading his eighth question.

“Why? I’ve been doing pretty well up until now, just a couple mistakes.” You retorted.

“The next question is sports-related.” he replied with a grin.

“Damn… really?”

“It should be passable, I always make you watch their games with me on tv and you usually do, even if you’re not paying attention.” he teased.

You glowered in response but you had a little bit of faith in yourself since you had watched a lot more sports since you had started dating Jaehyun. You just couldn’t resist his adorable antics.

“Okay, I love you ________. But tell me, which NBA team do I cheer for?”

“Give me a while to think about it. I swear I know though.”

“Mm, of course.” Jaehyun replied smoothly.

Here goes nothing. Let’s decode NBA first, you thought to yourself.

N for National. B for… baseball? Doesn’t seem right. Why are there so many sports that start with the letter b. Badminton? Something seems off. Then, it must be basketball. Jaehyun’s favourite sport is basketball! A… what did it stand for again? Shit, I forgot. Oh well.

“First, NBA stands for National Basketball A.” You replied, a smug look evident on your face.

Jaehyun chuckled and finished with perfect English, “A for Association.”

“Yes, that.” you smiled.

“Oooh, that’s impressive.” he replied, the right dimple on his cheek becoming more prominent.

You nodded. “Okay, three more minutes. Going to do more decoding in my head.”

“I’m so touched you’re working so hard.” He leaned over and bent down to give you a swift peck on the cheek.

“I’m working hard since I don’t want to do the punishment.” you simply replied.

“Why so tsundere.” A quiet giggle escaped Jaehyun’s mouth.

“And also the fact that you’re beating me by a landslide.” You laughed. “How is it possible that you didn’t even get one question wrong yet?”

Jaehyun scratched his head. “Were my questions too hard? Or yours too easy?”

“No, it’s because your memory is too good. Give me some brain cells! Anyway, let me continue. I can do this.”

“You can do this.” he replied.

“WE CAN DO THIS!” the both of you chanted, as you made a fist and pumped your arm up.

Jaehyun’s favourite basketball team. Hmm… he watches a lot of games but he is especially fond of one team. One of the heavily populated cities. It was definitely L.A… I’m sure he cheers for the team from L.A.

Now what were they called again? I loosely remember that it also started with a 'L’. Oh! It had a similar spelling to some of my favourite lip products. Lacquers? Yes… I think it was something like that. It was slightly different though. Lacers. Yes. Lacers.

“You ready?” Jaehyun asked.

“A hundred per cent ready.” you replied with ease.

“Wow, you’re really incredible.” he smiled at you and clapped slowly.

You hit him lightly on the shoulder and cleared your throat.

“The team is from L.A.”

Jaehyun immediately stood up and started clapping. “You basically got the answer already.”

“Mm, I know.” you answered.

“Los Angeles…”

“Lacers” you finished, your expression full of confidence.

Jaehyun scrunched his face cutely and doubled over, almost toppling on the couch.

“You were so close, babe! Should I just give the point to you?”

“I’m not right?!” You asked, genuinely surprised. “I remembered the name because it’s similar to lip lacquers.”

He laughed and brusquely wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you even closer to him. “I’ll give you half a point for being such a cutie.” He said while gazing deeply into your eyes.

“But you still have to do half the punishment.” He continued, winking seductively.

“Jung Yoonoh, can you tell me what I got wrong first? Because I swear it was Lacers.”

“Well, you were only one letter off. It’s actually Lakers.” He nuzzled his face in your hair to stifle his urge to laugh.

“What, are you serious? I get three-quarters of a point then, not half. Meanie.”

“Anyways, what’s the quarter of a punishment I get?” You continued. A slight nervousness could be sensed in your voice.

You could see a shade of pink washing over Jaehyun’s ears as he read the punishment aloud in a voice an octave lower than usual. 

“Re-enact your first kiss.”

“Ah… so embarrassing.” You whispered, fidgeting with the ends of your sleeves.

“You wanna pass on this one?” he asked casually.

You were never exactly the shy or introverted type, but when it came to public display of affection, you were astonishingly timid.

However, for some reason, you were feeling slightly audacious today. Whether it was because you wanted to show everyone how much you liked him, or just because you felt like kissing him and experiencing that rush of nostalgia as you imagined the first time you felt his lips on yours, you weren’t sure. You just knew that you wanted to do this.

“Retract the point from before. I’ll do the full punishment.” You answered with certainty.

Jaehyun was slightly astounded, but he clearly liked your determination because you could he see him biting his bottom lip to hide his smile while he nodded in agreement.

“It’s actually easy to re-enact this one since our first kiss was at the movies. So let’s pretend the camera is the movie screen and imagine that we’re sitting on regular seats at the theatre.” You started.

You scooted about four inches away from Jaehyun in order to recreate the exact distance between the two of you during the date at the cinema. Then, you motioned to the space in between.

“Imagine that this pillow is the popcorn and this water bottle is a cup of cola. Unfortunately we don’t have the actual props,” you giggled.

You locked eyes with Jaehyun, who gave you the cue to start. A re-enactment of your first kiss together in front of a virtual audience was really odd, but it made your heart flutter nonetheless.

You glanced at Jaehyun from the corner of your eye as you cautiously curled a strand of hair behind your ear. He was looking straight at the camera, pretending to watch the so-called ‘movie’.

You could feel your heart skip a beat as you made your next move. It was almost as if you had shut out all your surroundings; you didn’t see the filming equipment and the bright lights in your room seemed to have dimmed. All you saw was Jaehyun sitting in a dark movie theatre, the only source of light being the dim glow of the screen outlining his sharp features. The memory was still so vivid in your mind, as if you were being transported back to that time again.

You drummed your fingers along the edge of your seat waiting for Jaehyun to reach for the popcorn. When you saw his hand on the pillow, you casually reached for it without being too blatant, but he had already finished grabbing a handful of imaginary popcorn.

You had turned away thinking that Jaehyun was just too immersed in the movie, but he was secretly laughing. Now that you were re-enacting the memory, it was difficult for you to refrain from peeking at him. Although you didn’t see it back then, he was intentionally concealing his smile by burying his face deeper in his turtleneck.

Jung Yoonoh, you little tease.

Next, you tried to reach for the bottle of water at the same time he did, but he was already taking a sip out of it, eyes trained on the screen.

You sighed. You still remembered how you were feeling a little dejected about how the movie was clearly more interesting to him than you. In all those dramas you had watched, the boy would usually try to initiate skinship with the girl at the theatre. You decided to try one last time anyways. After all, there wasn’t a rule in the book that said girls couldn’t initiate skinship first.  

When Jaehyun finally changed his position, leaning a tad bit closer to your side, you attempted to lie on his shoulder, all the while trying to be subtle.

You closed your eyes and smiled, expecting his warm wool turtleneck to make contact with your skin, when you realized that he had already switched back to his initial upright posture. On top of that, you probably looked like a dumbass right now, head cocked to the side, leaning on invisible air.

You imitated the exact expression you made that day, eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly downturned. At that exact moment, he leaned over and quickly gave you a short but soft kiss on the lips before returning to his upright posture, reverting his attention back to the imaginary movie screen. You were in total shock, but managed to take a quick peek at him. His arm was casually resting on the headrest, his hand slightly covering his mouth to keep from smiling too widely.

Your rounded eyes were still enlarged as the reality of what just happened hit you. So he was paying attention to me all this time? His attention was still on the screen, but he secretly took your hand with his free hand and interlocked his fingers with yours.

Jaehyun swung your entwined hands back and forth as you turned to smile at him. The two of you burst out laughing as he let go of your hand and you both applauded each other, “Okay, this is so embarrassing. But I did my punishment. I hope it wasn’t too much of a cringe-fest to watch.”

“I could see that you were really into it though.” Jaehyun commented cheekily.

You blushed.

“I was just trying to give an accurate portrayal to my subscribers!”

“But hey, I can’t believe I didn’t notice that you were laughing at me the whole time back then. I thought I was being natural with my moves.” You continued, while playing with a strand of his sleek brown hair.

He chuckled softly. “You don’t know how difficult it was for me to hold back my laughter. Too cute.”

You poked one of his dimples lightly and leaned over to give him a peck on the other one. Too adorable to resist skinship.

“Alright, time for the next question! Hang in there guys, we’re almost done. Okay Jae, the next one might be a bit hard. Are you ready for this?”

Jaehyun nodded. “How difficult can it be, am I right?”

You giggled while reading your question aloud. “If I could only wear one outfit everyday for the rest of my life, what would I wear?

“Have you been paying attention to my wardrobe?” you questioned.

“_______, you love clothes. It’s almost impossible.”

“Just guess, my Mr. Perfect soon to be Mr. Ninety-Nine Percent.”

“Well there’s always the black skinny jeans with the grey varsity sweater combination that you love wearing. But then there’s also the pleated skirt with blouse outfit that you love wearing to events… and then there’s the fitted plain white tee with Levi’s, that’s a classic, you can’t go wrong with that. This is so hard,” Jaehyun whined, his head leaning on your shoulder.

“Wow, Mr. Jung. I can’t believe this is the first time I’m taking a point off. Incredible.” You teased.

He placed his face in his hands and smiled shyly. “Ah, I wanted to get all the questions right. So what’s the correct answer?”

He peeked through his hands timidly.

“You’re too detailed. All I have written down is an all-black outfit. Black is the new black, Jaehyun. It’ll never go out of style, so… it’s perfect.” You bit your lip to keep from laughing too much as Jaehyun made faces at you.

“Punishment?” he asked, his voice slightly reluctant.

“Punishment for question nine is to do aegyo…” You paused for a bit before continuing. “That’s too easy for you, not fair.”

Jaehyun sighed. “Trust me, it’s not that easy.”

You pinched his cheeks as he pouted.

“You’re so good at it though. My cutie valentine boy.” He brightened up and smiled devilishly at your compliments.

“I’m not going to prepare chocolate on Valentine’s Day. I’m the chocolate myself, what would I buy chocolate for?” He started, his voice oozing with honey.

“The man born on February 14! It’s me, the choco-man!” He continued, placing one finger on his cheek, smiling widely.

You placed your hand on your mouth to refrain from laughing too loud, as Jaehyun’s eyes were noticeable crescents now. He was squinting his eyes because of the abundance of 'sweet’ lines.

You poked his cheek and placed that finger directly on your mouth.

“If you say so… hmm it’s salty?” You joked.

Jaehyun furrowed his brows and dabbed his finger on his tongue to check himself. “Oh! It’s sweet!”

He bent over, clutching his stomach from laughter, gesturing a 'X’ with his arms to signal that he was done. “Seriously, are you posting this online?” He pretended to cry.

“That was so cute!! How did you come up with that?” You squealed.

“It’s in my genes.” He replied flatly, before wrapping an arm around your neck and tickling you.

You squeaked as he tackled you and aimed for your most vulnerable parts, tickling your waist and under-arm area.

“JAE!!! STOP IT’S SO… TICKLISH… OKAY… I’ll stop laughing at you. Okay, stop. Let’s continue.” He steadied you and fixed your messy hair, then stole a quick kiss before nodding at the camera.

“Okay, so next… when did you meet the family?” Jaehyun asked.

“The date that I met your family right? Not when you met my parents? Or both?”

“Just when you met my family,” he replied, a coy smile on his face, remembering the moment.

“December 25, 2015. I went over to your house for a Christmas party and met your parents and I messed up the food, it was really embarrassing.” You recalled.

“Mom thought you were adorable but she said that you should learn some cooking skills from me,” Jaehyun chuckled.

“Hey! I’m better now okay? I even cooked for your parents and they loved it.” You bragged.

“True. Chef Jaehyun really helped you polish your skills right?”

“Yes, I acknowledge that!” You laughed.

“Wow. We’re already at our last question.” Jaehyun pointed out.

“Hope we didn’t bore you guys to death! So my last question is… Jaehyun, when do I find you the most attractive?” You tried to hide your smile and lowered your gaze a bit. Why did I think this was a good question again?

When you glanced up, you could see that Jaehyun’s smile had reached his eyes. So adorable.

“I think I’m going to get this question wrong too. ________, you should tell me these things, you know… when you find me the most…” He paused for a bit.

“Attractive.”

“Oh just guess!” You answered, evidently flushed by his teasing.

“Hmm… is it when I’m driving with one hand on your seat? I remember how you blushed when I first drove you around right after I got my driver’s license. That kind of seems too typical though… no, not that. When I’m ordering for us before the movies or restaurants. When I’m done ordering you always give me that look.”

“What look?” You asked, mouth slightly agape.

“You know, that… 'I’m so lucky to have you’ gaze.” He did his own rendition of that gaze of yours, causing you to hit him playfully as he caught your hands and wrestled around with you.

“No it’s not that! Jae, you’re getting worse at this.”

“Oh really? What is it then?” He clearly didn’t mind that he got the question wrong, he was just really intent on hearing the answer of when you found him the most attractive. He was giving you that gaze again. His sharp eyes exhibiting his confidence and curiosity.

“It’s when I look at your backside when you’re in the kitchen cooking for me.” You answered shyly.

“I feel all fuzzy and warm inside when I observe your backside in the kitchen. It makes me feel at home for some reason.” You continued, your voice softer than usual.

Jaehyun adjusted his position so that his back was now facing you.

“You know, you can hug this when I’m cooking. Since it’s so attractive.” He turned his neck to look at you, his gaze sharpening such that he was emitting a seductive aura.

A deep shade of red spread across your cheeks, but you still tried to hide how flustered you were.

“I will,” you replied, placing your hands around his waist and leaning on his broad back. It was so comfortable.

Listen: [3]

After Jaehyun did his punishment, which was to eat a piece of sushi with a large wad of wasabi between the raw fish and the rice, which he easily aced, filming had almost come to an end.

It was time for the last question.

Jaehyun cleared his throat before reading his final question aloud.

“What is my fondest memory of you? It’s a hard one 'cause I never told you before.” He commented, shyly averting his gaze from yours, a slight smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Hmm… I seriously have no idea.” You pondered aloud.

“I’m just going to give this a shot even though I’ll probably get it wrong…”

“'Cause I’m really too curious about what your fondest memory of me is.” you continued, looking directly into his eyes, an abashed look on your face.

He held your gaze for a while until the two of you noticed that you were still filming, and he looked away, clearly shy.

“So, any guesses?” He smiled softly.

“The first time we saw each other, at the coffee shop? I mean, I think I left a pretty big impression on you.” You teased, giggling at the same time.

He paused, holding your gaze, the corners of his lips turned up in a knowing smile.

For a moment, you thought you had the right answer.

“Close, but not quite.”

You looked at him in confusion, slightly puzzled.

“________,” he started.

You nodded.

“Yes, Jaehyun?”

“So… I actually never told you this. But the coffee shop, it wasn’t the first time I saw you.”

Your eyes widened, slightly taken aback yet full of curiosity.

“My fondest memory of you starts like this. I was on bus route 148, just any regular day, coming home from school. That was the first time I saw you. I didn’t think much of it, if I had to admit though, you did catch my attention a little bit. But the bus approached the next stop, and a pregnant woman had boarded the bus. As I was about to stand up, I noticed that you had already stood up to offer your seat to her. I don’t even know if you remember this, honestly, but there was this man that came in and sat down just as she was about to sit down. You really started to catch my attention when you started to explain how the seat was for the pregnant lady, but you still managed to handle the situation well, even though he was being an asshole. I haven’t seen people like that in a long time. I was about to get up and at least try to strike up some conversation with you, but the next stop was your stop, and you had already left. So two weeks later, when I saw you at the coffee shop, I was just thinking… I didn’t want to let the chance to talk to you slip away again.”

“So that’s why…” you started.

He nodded before you could continue.

“The spill was a good excuse for me to talk to you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You had always thought that the coffee shop meeting was your first. And although it was, you would’ve never thought you ever crossed paths with Jaehyun before that.

You blushed at the thought of a teenage Jaehyun, noticing your actions.

“So, why didn’t you ever tell me this?” You placed your left palm under your chin, gazing at him earnestly. 

“Well, it’s embarrassing, I didn’t want to make it seem like I’m a total romanticist.” He bit his lip and sighed softly.

You wanted to seem cool with it, but it was difficult to hide how touched you were.

Jaehyun felt your warm touch, as you placed your hand on the left side of his cheeks, visibly pink.

For a moment, you tuned out your surroundings again. You even momentarily forgot you were filming. This would probably be too much for your subscribers, but this would be footage you’d keep forever.

“I’m glad you took that chance.”

You held onto the ends of his sleeves, as you leaned closer for a passionate kiss. You could feel Jaehyun responding as he embraced you lightly, yet kissed you deeply, paying no mind to the camera.

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Super Husbands

Summary: Blaine fails to mention what he’s really doing when he’s at the library “studying” night after night. But here’s the thing: Kurt already knows.

The title is very obviously a reference to the Flash/Supergirl song from the musical episode because, duh. :)

As always, beta’ed by my own personal superhero and superfriend @a-simple-rainbow. ♥

Rating: PG

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Kurt didn’t plan on telling Blaine what he knows that night but one thing leads to another, and Kurt’s secret about Blaine’s secret is out. Blaine just can’t lie to save a life, though Kurt has got to hand it to his husband – he saves lives like no other.

He’s kept his mouth shut so far, figured Blaine would come to him eventually, but now that he’s caught him red-handed – well, black-handed, technically, since the color scheme of Blaine’s suit is blue and black – he just can’t go on pretending that he buys Blaine’s lies about studying late at the library night after night.

“What are you doing there?” Kurt asks, sleepily yet horrified, as he walks into the bathroom and watches Blaine pull off his cape and cram it into the washing machine.

“Kurt!” Blaine flinches, turning around with an end of the cape still in his hand. “I- I… um, I was trying on a costume for…” He looks lost for a second, and his eyes light up when he finally thinks of something. “Halloween! Um, yeah, for Halloween.”

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Part 2

Pairing: 2seok (Seokjin x Hoseok)
Prompt: “I’m on a terrible date and you’re my waitor please help me” AU
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,595
A/N: In case you guys are confused, this is Part 2 of a fic request I got from @comeherejimin – you can find Part 1 here

Much later, when Jeongguk’s excitement had finally simmered and he’s taken to watching a tv show before bedtime, Hoseok finds himself shoulder to shoulder with Seokjin by the sink. Hoseok found out that the pair of them actually lived just above the restaurant with Seokjin’s uncle, who owns the place. Seokjin had said that his uncle wanted to expand the business and is training Seokjin to manage this restaurant for him. “I’ll have my very own restaurant, can you believe it?” Seokjin had said, eyes sparkling. “It’s always been my dream.” And Hoseok had been a tad bit envious but mostly beyond proud at the passion that shines in Seokjin’s eyes. 

Now, Seokjin’s washing the dishes and he insisted that Hoseok should not be doing any work, but Hoseok manages to out talk Seokjin into letting him help with the drying of dishes. 

“I didn’t ask earlier,” Hoseok says. Seokjin gives him a quick glance to show that he’s listening. “You know, Jeongguk just came running at me full speed and called me ‘Daddy’,” Hoseok pauses, remembering the absurdity of the situation. “I was so confused." 

Seokjin laughs, "Right, that. I couldn’t think of a way to help you aside from say, spilling a whole glass of wine down his pressed suit.” He hands Hoseok a clean plate to dry. “So yeah, I enlisted Jeongguk to help.”

“And he agreed to it?” Hoseok wipes the plate, making sure it’s fully dry before he sets it in the rack. He steals a glance at Seokjin who now has his lips curled up at the corners, as if suppressing a smile. Hoseok scrunched his nose. “Why do I feel like there has to be some sort of catch?" 

Seokjin doesn’t answer, focusing on rinsing the soap suds off the pot he used earlier. Risking a glance at the man beside him, Hoseok scowls a little at the barely concealed mirth dancing in Seokjin’s eyes. Seokjin has his lips pressed tight, as if holding back a bout of laughter. 

"Hyung,” Hoseok elbows him lightly. His voice is inching on a soft whine now, but Hoseok pays that no mind. Seokjin’s seen him all helpless already anyway, what’s being whiny compared to that. 

“You’d be surprised,” Seokjin giggles. He actually giggled. Hoseok’s so busy freaking over that internally that he nearly misses Seokjin’s next words. “Jeongguk’s dream is to be a superhero and he was all determined to save that pretty hyung from the mean ahjusshi." 

"What the hell, hyung!” Seokjin’s given up on washing, the pot resting in the sink as the water continues running. He’s bent over laughing now, the sound of it making Hoseok’s heart stutter, even as he feels undeniably indignant. Hoseok considerately turns off the tap before rounding on Seokjin with a pout. “How could you brainwash Jeongguk into thinking I’m some damsel in distress. I’m hurt." 

"I didn’t!” Hoseok narrows his eyes. “Okay, fine,” Seokjin concedes, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe Jeongguk did overhear my phone conversation with Jimin - that’s my cousin by the way - asking him for help in saving you from your shitty date." 

Hoseok raises an eyebrow. "Jeongguk said that you called me cute." 
"I did,” Seokjin says without hesitation. “I also said that to your face right after I got you seated at your table." 

Hoseok flushes at the memory. Clearing his throat, Hoseok frowns, "But that still doesn’t explain Jeongguk calling me his dad?”

“My Jeonggukkie is a child actor,” Seokjin replies, voice tinged with a hint of pride. “As soon as he heard that you were in trouble, he wanted to help too. So I had the idea to let him play pretend and I just hoped you would play along.”

He glances over and Hoseok nods to get him to continue. “It isn’t new, really. How my ex and I broke up was in an almost similar fashion, with Jimin bringing Jeongguk back early and Jeongguk basically criticizing my ex in his face. So I asked Jeongguk what he’d do if that was me stuck out there with a guy I don’t really like and that’s it, really. Jeongguk did the rest. He’s a really smart boy." 

There’s a lot of things Hoseok wants to know, a lot of things he can ask. Seokjin’s taken his free hand and tangled their fingers together. Hoseok doesn’t even know when that happened. He’s too busy taking in every expression, clinging on to every word, like he’s afraid to lose it all. He is, after all. Afraid to lose it all, that is. It still feels like a dream. 

Seokjin’s quiet, waiting for him to say something. Hoseok doesn’t want to spoil the mood with his heavy feelings. He scrunched his nose and chooses to grumble instead. "How’d I go from hyung to uncle then?” He says it without any bite. Those who know Hoseok well would know that he isn’t capable of being snappy anyway. Yoongi says it’s his biggest weakness. Hoseok likes to think that it’s what sets him apart from everyone else. 

Seokjin shrugs, thumb absently running small circles on the back of Hoseok’s hand. “I told him you’re probably way too old to be his hyung." 

Hoseok’s jaw drops. "You what?” Seokjin fixes him with a look of challenge. Sniffing, Hoseok replies, “I’ll let you know I’m not all that old." 

"You’re barely two years younger than me,” Seokjin retorts. 

“And I’m still in my last year of university,” Hoseok huffs. “Uncle sounds aged." 

"Jimin’s a year younger than you and he’s Uncle too. You don’t really get a say in this,” Seokjin says haughtily. Then almost as if he’s afraid he went too far, Seokjin gives his hand a light squeeze, half reassuring, half apologetic. Hoseok would coo at his concerned expression but he’s been told that an overexcited him would scare people away. Hoseok settles for imprinting that look into his mind.

There’s a warmth blooming in his chest and Hoseok feels it travel up, the corners of his lips lifting into a smile. “I’m just kidding. Jeongguk can definitely call me Uncle. Just not Ahjusshi.” Hoseok makes a face. “You should’ve seen my date’s face earlier.”

Seokjin breaks into a laugh and Hoseok follows. It’s addictive, Seokjin’s laugh that is, and it’s been a while since Hoseok’s comfortable enough to carry a light, teasing conversation with someone he barely knows. Someone he wants to get to know better. 

“What are you thinking about?” Seokjin’s looking at him now, his smile warm. He’s got the sleeves of his button-down shirt haphazardly folded up to his elbows, first two buttons of his shirt undone. All professionalism abandoned, Seokjin still looks more than amazing. Hoseok doesn’t know how he got this lucky. 

“Nothing,” Hoseok replies quietly. 

Seokjin’s leaning in, gaze fixed on Hoseok’s, as if gauging his reaction. Hoseok doesn’t make to move away. Their noses are brushing when Seokjin pauses. “Liar,” he whispers, before closing the gap between them. 

Seokjin tastes like the kimchi jjiggae they had earlier and a tinge of something sweeter. Hoseok reaches his free hand out to grip at Seokjin’s arm lightly and he feels Seokjin’s hand wrapping around his waist in response, pulling him in closer. Hoseok’s still basking in it all when he hears “Daddy!” and in the next second, Jeongguk barrels into the kitchen. 

“Ahhh!” Jeongguk yells. Hoseok and Seokjin jump apart, and Hoseok feels a shot of pain as his back hits the counter edge. It’s going to bruise tomorrow, he’s almost sure. 

Jeongguk has his hands up to cover his eyes. Now, he cracks a gap between his fingers to peek at them. “Are you done already?” Hoseok feels himself flushing in embarrassment. 

“Yes we are,” Seokjin sighs from beside him. “What do you want?" 

"My show finished,” Jeongguk says, dropping his hands to his sides.

“Bedtime, then,” Seokjin announces. 

Jeongguk scrunches his nose cutely in response, casting a glance at Hoseok before turning to his dad. “Can Uncle Hoseok read me a bedtime story today?" 

Hoseok blinks in surprise. He turns to Seokjin, only to find him looking at Jeongguk with an expression that probably mirrors Hoseok’s own. Seokjin recovers quickly though. "You want Hoseok to read to you?" 

Jeongguk nods, gaze shifting to meet Hoseok’s. Seokjin’s turning to him too, and Hoseok finds himself moving over to the both of them. He reaches out to ruffle Jeongguk’s hair. "Of course I can! Let me tell you, I’m the best storyteller you’ll ever meet!” Bending down, he lifts Jeongguk up and settles the boy on his hip. He’s a little heavy but nothing Hoseok can’t handle. Jeongguk giggles happily, wrapping his tiny arms around Hoseok’s neck. 

“What about me?” Seokjin pouts. “You don’t like my story time anymore?" 

"I still like it!” Jeongguk reaches over to poke at the corner of Seokjin’s lips. “Daddy can do story time tomorrow. Don’t be sad, Daddy." 

A slow smile creeps onto Seokjin’s face. "Alright, alright. Just one story from Uncle Hoseok then it’s time to sleep, okay?” He doesn’t wait for Jeongguk to respond, leaning in to plant a kiss on Jeongguk’s cheek.

It’s in this moment with Jeongguk in his arms and Seokjin by his side that Hoseok feels a calming sensation wash over him. He could get used to this. If Hoseok dares to let his thoughts wander, he’d almost call this family

“Uncle Hoseok, let’s go!" 

Hoseok snaps out of his thoughts to focus on the little boy in his arms. With a mock salute, Hoseok says, "Lead the way, my Prince!" 


A/N: Hoseok’s experiencing the ultimate woes of dating a single dad, like ooh that deja vu moment of Jeongguk yelling “Daddy!” is going to haunt him lmao. Anyhow, here’s the part 2 I promised – hope you guys like it ^~^ 

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The Theory Behind Weightlessness

wordcount: 1622

genre: fluff

warnings: nonserious reference to throwing oneself in front of a bus in literally the first sentence

summary: dan’s spent too long editing; also, phil’s warm.

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I'm sorry

Jason’s point of view:


I sighed as I finished shoving my clothes into my last duffle bag. It was a difficult task because Y/N had a half day at work today meaning that she had come home earlier than usual. It was relatively hard packing my bags and getting them into the trunk of my car without her knowing and on top of that, I had to keep her downstairs to prevent her from coming up and seeing that all of my stuff was gone.

I was leaving her, running away with someone else named Jennifer. I felt as if my love for Y/N had been dying down for a while now so I just left the house and went out for a while to escape it all, that’s when I met Jen. She was perfect, and my admiration for her grew as my interest for Y/N faded.

Slinging the duffle bag over my shoulder, I made my way downstairs being cautious incase I ran into Y/N. Thankfully, she was in the kitchen making hot chocolate with her earphones in so she wouldn’t be able to hear me.

I ran out the house as stealthily as possible, opening the trunk and practically throwing my bag inside. I quickly locked the car and jogged back inside, closing the door silently incase she had decided to take her earphone out.

She was still in the kitchen when I passed to make my way back towards the staircase and casually strode back over to make it look as if I just came from upstairs.

“Y/N I-” I stared but stopped when I remember that she still had her earphone in.

Sighing, I took it out as she jumped slightly in fright.

“Oh my gosh, Jason! You scared me,” she chuckled lightly and took a sip of her drink.

“I’m sorry,” I spoke with sincerity in my voice. If only she knew what I meant.

“That’s alright. You want some?” She questioned, referring to the hot chocolate as she swung her earphones around until it wrapped around her finger.

“No that’s okay,” I spoke as I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket.

Pulling it out, I see a text from Jennifer sprawled across the screen.

From: Jen

“I’m all packed, Jase. Just hurry before my parents find out, I wanna get outta this hell hole!!”

To: Jen

“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll be there soon.”

I once again sighed as I finished typing back the reply to Jennifer.

“Who you texting?” Y/N asked as she took another sip.

“It’s nobody don’t worry about it.” I shrugged it off as I shoved my phone back into my pocket.

“I’m heading out for a while,” I spoke, mentally cringing at the word and the fact that I was lying.

“Where you going?” She asked.

I panicked and told her the first place that came to mind.

“The grocery story!” I blurted out, curing myself after. “I just really want those oatmeal raisin cookies…”

“Okay,” she smiled. I was gonna miss that. “Can you do me a favour and get a carton of eggs, please? I’m craving some omelettes!”

“Sure,” I smiled weakly and headed towards the front door.

“See you later!” She called out from behind me.

I licked over my lips as guilt washed over me like a bucket of ice water. I was really going to miss her.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” I spoke softly and headed out, closing the door behind me for the last time.


Your point of view:


It’s been three hours and Jason still hasn’t returned yet. I grew more and more anxious with every passing second. I tired calling and texting numerous times but never got a reply.

I sighed as I finished up yet another voice message and began to make my way upstairs. I ran a hand through my hair as I opened the door to mine and Jason’s bedroom.

I stopped, taking in the room surroundings which were now more empty. A lot of things were gone and as I looked more closely, I noticed that all my things had remained untouched, but all of Jason’s were gone.

“No…” I spoke coming to conclusions in my head “no he wouldn’t just-just leave, would he?”

I didn’t want to believe it but right now will all of the signs, I was getting a really bad feeling. I made my way into the bathroom, again seeing all of Jason’s belongings gone.

Tears started to brim in my eyes as I made my way back into the bedroom, looking around once again as the first tear slipped.

My eyes stopped on the bed, seeing something sat neatly on top. I slowly made my way over to see a picture with a note attached, the picture had caught my attention first because of Jason with a huge smile on his face…and his arms wrapped around another girl causing me to let out a chocked sob.

I glanced down out the note which was written in Jason’s scruffy handwriting which was sprawled across the crumpled paper, all it read was 2 words, 2 words that broke my heart.

“I’m sorry.”

anonymous asked:

I hope I'm not asking to much but could u do a romantic percabeth story please your writing is amazing. I really love your work😍

Aw, thank you anon!

  • Annabeth stared at the tattoo on her wrist that was there since the day she was twelve. It read 03/06/16 on the top line and 19:21 below that. That was today, she hoped. Or it could be June 3rd. Hopefully the universe isn’t cruel. 
  • She picked out her outfit carefully since today would be the day she would meet her soulmate, hopefully. 
  • She heard the story how her mother and father met, bumping into each other as they studied for their finals in college in the library. Annabeth hoped for something like that. 
  • After getting dressed in a gray skirt and a light blue blouse, she went to class. She had time before seeing her soulmate, but she wanted to look nice anyways just in case she couldn’t get home.
  • Seven o’clock. She had to get to seven before she could see her soulmate. It was going to drive her crazy all day. That was the only thing that she hated about having this tattoo. She knew when she was going to meet him or her. 
  • She tried to picture what they would be like. But it was hard. Ideally, she would like someone funny, caring, loyal, and someone who would love her. 
  • But the thing was, she didn’t know what she would be doing at seven. Could she be getting dinner in the dinning hall? Would she be walking back to her dorm? What if she just walked past them? 
  • No, i will not walk past my soulmate. I will not be soulmateless. She told herself. 
  • But her stomach was in knots and her heart was thumping loudly. She wanted it to be seven twenty-one. She wanted to know how she was going to meet them. She wanted to know what they looked like. 
  • “You’re driving yourself insane.” She whispered as she looked at her phone that read 7:16pm. “You’ll meet them.”
  • She looked at her homework that was spread out in the cubical that she claimed in the library. So much work she had to do and little time to do it. 
  • She glanced at her phone, 7:18. Three more minutes. Three more minutes until the love of her life was suppose to meet her. She tapped her pencil with anticipation.
  • Her eyes scanned the papers in front of her but nothing was sinking in. Her heart was in her throat. She thought she couldn’t breathe. 
  • She looked at her phone again, 7:20. One more minute. 
  • A guy walked by her and went into the cubical next to hers that was empty. Possibly her soulmate? She couldn’t think straight. 
  • Why did the universe have to do this to her? Make her go crazy the day of meeting her soulmate. It was cruel.
  • “Excuse me?” She heard from in front of her. Annabeth looked up and saw a guy with green eyes, dark black hair, and tanned skin looking at her. “Do you mind not tapping your pencil? It’s a bit distracting.”
  • “Oh, yeah. Sorry.” She glanced at her phone, 7:21. 
  • “You okay? You look pretty anxious for someone who is suppose to be studying.” He told her. 
  • She sighed and put down her pencil. “It’s the stupid tattoo.”
  • “Is today suppose to be the day you meet your soulmate?” He asked, very curious to hear her answer.
  • “Yeah. I was suppose to meet them.” She replied. “At 7:21.” 
  • The guy held up his sweatshirt covered arm and pulled it back a bit to show her his wrist. It was the same exact thing on hers. 
  • Annabeth stared at the guy in front of her in shock. This was her soulmate. The story how they met was that he asked her to stop tapping her pencil. How pathetic.
  • “I’m Percy.” He smiled at her, reaching over to shake her hand. 
  • “Annabeth.” She replied, shaking his hand. Even this felt a bit weird. Soulmates were suppose to clique and fall in love. Not shake hands.
  • “Want to grab some dinner? I’m starving.”
  • “Sure.” She replied, packing up her things. 
  • Her soulmate was right in front of her and all her nerves were washed away. But why didn’t it feel right?
  • Maybe she romanticized the whole thing. Maybe it took time to learn about their soulmate and love was to follow. Then again they were strangers.
  • Annabeth followed Percy to the dinning hall where they got food and sat down across from each other. Percy was nervous, his body language showed that. 
  • But in throughout that dinner conversation, Annabeth could feel herself fall for him. The way he talked about his mother and little sister made her want to meet them. How passionate he was about swimming for the school and how one day, if he could, go to the Olympics. Just listening to him and learning about him made Annabeth fall hard.
  • Hopefully, Percy was too as she talked about herself.
Glimmer of Hope

Request: Oneshot with a bi reader and she’s a waitress at harvelles and is an amazing baker and always has cupcakes for anyone who wants one just cause she loves making them and dean loves them and she’s kinda like Jo and they have lots of banter and flirt and everything and one night the brothers come in injured and it’s only her and ash in so they patch them up and she patches dean up and just cuteness and adorable flirty dean please

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Jo x reader-ish

Warnings: None, really.

Word Count: 1583

A/N: Hope you like it :)

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Your name: submit What is this?

The familiar breeze of vanilla aroma greeted the atmosphere as soon as you opened the oven door. You carefully took the cupcakes out and placed them on the counter, humming to yourself silently. Your hair cascaded down your shoulder as you huffed in annoyance at the heat. Working at the roadhouse during the summers was irritating enough, but adding baking to the equation with sweaty hair whipping around? That was the essence of your nightmare. You loved to bake, you really did but the heat annoyed every good feeling out of you. You turned away from the confectioneries, tying your hair up in a bun. Or trying to, at least.

“Are these all for me?” You smiled to look back at Jo. She was one of the only people who could make you smile even though you were going through the worst day possible.

“Depends. What will I get in return?” You winked. Jo chuckled.

“Whatever you ask for, honey.” She took a bite off one of the cupcakes and walked away to Ellen. You blushed a deep red. The two of you flirted, but that’s all it was. Flirtation. You both knew that nothing was going to come out of it. Your lives as hunters would get you nowhere in a relationship. You liked Jo, but it was more platonic than it was romantic. You wanted someone who you would risk being with, someone who you would fight for. You wanted someone who would give you hope about life outside of hunting.

Hunting; that’s all you’d done all your life. Your parents were killed in a werewolf attack when you were eight and your uncle raised you into the life. He was convinced that there was something abnormal-something supernatural about the attack and his convictions moulded yours as well. He died three years ago, when the two of you were hunting a vampire’s nest and you’d stayed at the Roadhouse since then. You didn’t want to hunt anymore, but you didn’t want to leave either. Ellen tried convincing you to go to school, get an education. She even got Bobby to try and talk to you, but you wouldn’t budge. You liked it there at the Roadhouse. There was a sense of security, a sense of safety there that you knew you couldn’t find anywhere. Naturally, when you looked for a relationship, you knew you only wanted someone who’d get you out of the roadhouse. You didn’t mind if you could get out of the roadhouse to hunt with this someone, or if this someone took you out of this life and placed you in a carefully built, picket fenced house. You wanted someone who’d get you out of this limbo that you’d built for yourself. And that’s when he walked in.

Tall, ruggedly handsome, leather jacket clad hunter. Suddenly, you were feeling hot for another reason altogether.

“Oooh, look at that Sammy. Cupcakes and a pretty lady.” He hit the man next to him in the shoulder. A man you hadn’t even noticed walking next to him. He was taller and had a long, shaggy hair and a sweet smile plastered to his smile as he greeted Ellen. Leather jacket, however, simply chose to wave at her and walk towards you. You reminded yourself to play it cool, to act normal.

“Hey there, I’m Dean.” He waved.

“Hey…Y/N.” You sighed.

“So…these yours?” He asked. You nodded. He put a hand forth and took one, looking at you all the while. Normally, you’d be creeped out by a hunter staring at you, but there was something really attractive about this guy-Dean. Something attractive in his piercing jade green eyes. In his denim wrapped bowlegs. In his worn out leather jacket. The way he carried himself-you could tell that he was one of a kind. Like you could never find another one like him. Like he had countless stories about things you’d never even heard of. Of things that you wouldn’t dream of.

“Dean…what brings you here?”

“Just visiting friends, taking a break from hunting.” You placed your elbows on the table and bent down, as if you were inviting him for an enticing conversation. Dean mirrored you action, although he looked so much cuter doing so. “What about you?”
“I live here, with Ellen and Jo.” He opened his mouth to ask you a question, but you answered it before he found his voice. “I don’t hunt. Not anymore.”

“That’s too bad, ‘cause I was going to ask you if you wanted to come with us.” He ate another cupcake. “Mhmmm these are gooood.” He sang. You giggled.

“Why thank you, Dean.” You grazed your hand over his. He caught your hand and smiled at your crimson face. “Dean…”

“Dean!” The taller man he was with called him. Dean sighed.

“Coming!” Dean looked at him and turned his attention back to you. “So…where were we?”
“Dean!” He looked at him in frustration. The blonde hunter rolled his eyes and stood up straight.

“Be right back, hon.”

You went back to the buttercream frosting, trying to figure out how you could infuse raspberries, your new favorite fruit into it without souring the cream. You spent the rest of the day baking and working with Ash, waiting for Dean to come back. He never did. Ash later told you that Dean and his brother, Sam took off on a hunt two towns over. You were slightly disappointed that Dean had left without telling you, but didn’t pay much heed to it.

It was around 7 in the evening, Jo and Ellen had gone out to shop for supplies, both promising to get you extra ingredients if you promised to bake something special for them. Ash commented saying that he’d take any cupcakes you bake because they’d taste amazing either way and you had an inkling that he wanted a cupcake. Unfortunately, you were all out for the day. There weren’t as many hunters at the roadhouse, but they all seemed to crave your cupcakes. You were surprised to see one of them on the counter around noon but it disappeared by the time you came out of the shower. You were cleaning one of the tables when a loud bang and a crash later, you were staring at the Winchesters, bleeding.

You rushed to their aid, yelling for Ash until he showed up, annoyed. His expression changed as soon as he saw that Dean’s shoulder was ripped through and Sam was drenched in blood. Nodding at you, he helped the taller Winchester to a table while you gingerly took Dean’s other hand and sat him down at the first table you saw.

The two of you worked in silence, Ash cleaned up most of the blood on Sam to realize that he really just had a small cut on his arm that unfortunately led to a lot of bleeding. He patched Sam up in no time and ushered him to one of the rooms to rest, but not before he wiggled his eyebrows at you. You blushed and went back to work.

Unlike his brother, Dean’s shoulder was actually injured and you were trying your best not to hurt him even more.

“How the hell did you even get a cut this deep?” You asked, not realizing that you’d said it out loud.

“Well, the werewolf was gonna rip my brother to shreds and I tried to stop it-”

“And you thought the best way to do that was to push your brother out of the way and take the hit?” He looked at you and smiled, nodding. You shook your head.

“What?”

“What what?”

“Aren’t you gonna scold me? Sammy sure thought it was a lecture worthy moment.” He tried to study your expression. “Comes with a bitchface.” You chuckled.

“Nah, I get why you did that. Besides, it’d be pretty hypocritical of me.” You stopped patching him up for a second to show your own scar, running down the side of your abdomen. “Got that trying to save a young girl from a vampire.”

“My hero.” He grinned. Your face got redder, if it was possible.

“Yeah, I try.”

“Hey listen, I’m sorry.”
“For leaving me hanging today?” He nodded. “Don’t worry, I had plenty of other company.” You winked. Dean chuckled.

“Yeah but I feel like I should explain.”

“Okay, explain.”

“Uh…Sammy grabbed me before I could say goodbye?” You shook your head in disappointment. You’d finished patching him up and marveled at your work.

“There. All done.” You hit his shoulder slightly.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“For leaving without saying goodbye.”

“I thought you had plenty of other company!”

“Yeah but none of them as interesting as you.” You pecked his cheek and walked away from him.

“Hey you wanna go grab dinner sometime?”

“Depends…” you shouted back to him from the kitchen.

“On?”

“Will you come help me clean up now?” You waited for him to reply. A pair of hands snaked behind your waist and you yelped.

“Wow, your reflexes are great.” He said sarcastically.

“Shut up.” You swatted his hand. “So are you helping me or not?”

“Oh the things I do for a date.” He moved away and threw a pan into the sink to wash it.

You couldn’t stop smiling. You’d found a glimmer of Hope. You’d maybe, finally found someone who was good enough to take you out of your limbo. You’d found Dean Winchester.