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Would you rather be arrested by Jin or Tae?
▨ Arrested ▨
Pairing: Detective Kim Seokjin x Criminal Reader (Reader has a nickname)
Genre: Fluff • Angst • A Bit of Humor • A Hint of (Light) Smut
Word Count: 2690
Rating and Warnings: (M) for mature themes, innuendo, and light smut • mentions of heartbreak • criminal activity • morally questionable choices • a bit of rough contact and manhandling (very minor) • not as dark as it seems at first I promise • handcuffs obviously •
Author’s Note: This was my first time doing one of these and it totally ran away with me… 🙈 but I really enjoyed writing it and I can’t wait to tackle the next ones. I actually received two anon asks with this same request, so - to whoever you lovelies are, I hope you like it.
“You always did look good in red.”
Your fingers froze for a fraction of a second on the final button of your shirt.
You knew that voice. For years it filled you with warmth…
Now there was only dread.
“And here I thought saintly policemen preferred nice girls in white,” you drawled coolly, in stark contrast to the chaos his proximity had unleashed within you.
Your eyes did not seek him out, but every other sense stretched toward him with painful intensity.
“I should,” he shot back sharply, not bothering to hide the bitterness in his voice, “I should want someone else.”
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The Leather Loafers
Words: 11.2k Genre: Fluff & Humour, Cinderella!Au Summary: Yes. You went to the ball. Yes. You ran into the prince. Yes. The shoe fits. BUT-! You aren’t that Cinderella bitch. THEY’VE GOT THE WRONG PERSON! Warnings: Swearing…that’s really it. lol
Midnight strikes the clock.
A child is curled up at the fireplace to stay warm. The cinders crackle, dusting along her cheeks but the girl pays no mind, staring straight into the flickering flames. A few of the orphans behind her snicker beneath their hands. “Look at the new kid! She’s so dirty! We should call her Cin-”
A chunk of coal smacks the boy right in the forehead and he falls back on his butt, outright stunned. The mischievous smiles of all the other orphans fall as she holds a steaming fire iron like a sword.
“You want to fight?! Fight me like a real person instead of laughing behind my back! Huzzah!”
The children scream in terror, arms in the air as they scatter and run. A bunch of them end up toppling over each other in a heap and you laugh, swinging the device that’s used to poke the fire. The mother of the orphanage comes over in hysterics, dragging you away. “Let go of me!”
“Y/N!” She screeches, “This is unacceptable!”
The small, meager dwelling is in absolute chaos.
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