Summary: When Kimberly lost her eye sight, she gained something back in return and entered a world that she never thought existed.
AN: I had this idea for a while where I wanted to combine two of my favorite things in one fic. The power rangers movie and my current obsession with Daredevil on netflix. This is also my first attempt at writing in a blind person’s perspective. So for you experienced writers out there, if you want to hook someone up with some tips (any kind will do. I’m a bit rusty) that would be appreciated. Also this hasn’t been beta’ed yet so I do apologize for any mistakes that I made.
And since this does deal with blindness I do have to throw in a trigger warning. With that enjoy the first chapter !
“First thing you gotta understand is nobody feels sorry for you for being blind girly. And nobody ever will. Cause when it comes to being born lucky… you won the friggin’ lottery.” - Stick
Kimberly Gasped as she shot up from her bed. The first thing that she noticed was that everything was loud. Loud and more refined than anything she’s ever heard. It was almost as if she was in a dark room with no lights on and someone turned up the volume of a very large and sound capturing speakers.
And everything else in the room felt so bright and intense yet she still shrouded in darkness. She frantically reached her hands out despite her current blinded state wanting to touch something. Anything that she could get her hands on just to regain some level of normalcy as the sounds continued to get louder.
She could hear the continuous drip from what she assumed was her IV line next to her bed along with the heart monitor beeping in an steadily increasing pace.
“What?..whats going on?” Kim called out bringing her fingers to where her eyes should be only to feel the scratchy fibers of the hospital issued bandages over her eyes. Each touch of fiber on her fingers felt like she stuck her hand in a ball of coarse yarn.
“Where am I? Mom? Dad?” She’d call out only to bring her hands back up to her ears blocking out the noise that would be bouncing off the walls within her hospital room.
Fact is she didn’t even remember how she ended up in the hospital with her eyes bandaged. The last thing Kimberly remember was confront Amanda and Harper at school in the science room about bullying Trini. She remembered her fellow ranger in tears once again pouring her heart out to her. The anguish in Trini’s voice as she told Kim about the rumors that Amanda and Harper spread about her fellow ranger begging to sleep with them and once again defacing Trini’s locker with derogatory terms.
She also remembered the shouting match she had with Amanda and her underling as they slung harsh insults back and forth where Amanda would berate kim for the mistake she made in which Kim would retaliate that what she did didn’t give Amanda the right to attack her friends or deface other people’s lockers.
The last thing came into Kim’s mind was how the fight escalated into a physical one where both Amanda and Harper violently shoved Kimberly into the lab table causing the chemicals on display to splash onto Kim’s face and into her eyes causing the searing and acidic pain to course it’s way into the pink ranger’s face.
Even as Kimberly fell to the ground blindingly writhing in agony with the feeling of her face being on fire, she could still hear the two cheerleaders blaming each other.
“Shit Amanda why did you do that?!”
“What are you talking about you’re the one that pushed her!”
“You did too amanda! Oh man. We’re in trouble now…”
“Harper listen! We’ll leave through the back ok? Nobody will see us.”
“But…we gotta help here she’s…she…”
“If we help her we’ll get expelled! Lets just get out the back before anyone sees us!…”
Before Kimberly would succumb to the lightheaded darkness and drift off into unconciousness the last thing she would hear before she woke up in the Angel Grove hospital would be the two footsteps of the people she used to call her friends leaving the school lab.
“stop…make it stop…” Kim whippered bringing her hands to her ears trying to block out the orderlies outside of her room. Random voices in a cacophony of muddled sounds just streaming into her ear drums. it felt like the insides of her ears were about to rupture. But even through the discord of the chaotic noises outside she was able to focus on one voice.
Her voice. Even in her state and through the walls of her hospital room she managed to seek out the voice of her fellow power rangers.
“Its my fault Jace. It’s all my fault.” Kim could easily pinpoint Trini’s muddled tear ridden voice. Her heart shattered at the sound of Trini’s broken voice.
“Trini stop. You didn’t do anything. Wrong. This isn’t on you.”
“Jason, she fought with amanda because of me! Because I told her what Amanda said about me and what she did to my Locker. She’s blind because I…” The yellow ranger stopped mid sentence letting out a loud sob.
Jason wrapped his strong arms around Trini’s tiny quivering fame and embraced the girl in a strong hug. Rocking her back and forth as the small ranger would sob into his chest.
“Trini listen. This isn’t your fault.” Jason whispered into Trini’s ear.
“You know how stubborn and determined Kim is when it comes to protecting you. This isn’t your fault or anyone else but the person who did this to her ok?”
Blind? Did she hear Jason right? She was blind? The thought along scared the hell out of her. Knowing that she’d never see her parents, her friends or even Trini’s beautiful face again weighed heavily on her as she stumbled back onto her bed.
As the door opened Kimberly moved her head up towards the two people that entered the room. She easily recognized them as Jason and Trini since Jason’s foot steps were always heavier. And she always knew what Trini’s movements sounded like even before she was blind.
“Hey Kim…” Jason was the first to speak. Sadness laced in his voice. Trini feeling guilt ridden as she is stayed quiet as she slunk back behind their team leader. Being unable to look her fellow pink ranger in the eyes was killing her.
“You uh….you look good.” Jason’s voice quivered a little as he spoke. Kim knew he was lying. She could already hear his heartbeat change the second he spoke those words.
“Come on Jace. You don’t have to lie. I probably look horrible. But the pain killers that they’re keeping me on feel nice at least.”
Jason chuckled lightly at Kim’s joke. As stubborn as she was she always manages to lighten the mood in the group. Even after suffering a traumatic experience.
“We were with your parents when they spoke to the doctor.” The taller boy just rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. His other free hand grasped Trini’s lightly while the yellow ranger just held on to Jason’s arm.
“They’re still with them right now. But-”
“I Know Jace. I’m Blind.” Kim’s voice was somber. Jason just looked up at her, puzzled at her words.
“What? But How did you.-”
“I heard you guys outside. I can also hear my parents in the doctor’s office right now.”
Jason just looked back down at Trini who began to silently cry. A small sniffle escaped from the shorter girl as she wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve.
“Trini…” The pink ranger whispered. She hated the position that she put her friends in. She never intended to make things this messy. This was going to change things between them. Even worse the possibility of losing a ranger just added to her guilt.
The Latina girl just ran up to her now blind friend and wrapped her arms tightly around Kim, sobbing into the hospital gown that the pink ranger was wearing. Whispering multiple apologies into her Chest.
All Kimberly could do was stroke Trini’s back as the shorter girl poured her heart out.
“Shhh. Don’t do this to yourself Trini. It’s not your fault.” Kim whispered trying her best to sooth the heart broken Yellow ranger. They were soon joined by Jason who just wrapped his two strong arms around his female team mates, enveloping them into a strong and protective hug.
“Jace…” Kimberly could feel her own voice crack. The tears already starting to form behind the back of her throat.
“We’ll get through this Kim. You’re not alone in this.” Jason whispered into Kim’s ears. Tears were already forming in the red ranger’s eyes.
Okay so hey, I have a messed up theory to share with you: do you remember the video called Sͮ̏̿ͯ̈͐̈́̚̚͏͖͔͞ǫ̆͋͂̈ͯ̂̉҉͕̪͈͎̙o͊҉̛̜͔͚͓͔͈̗͠n̾́͂̾ͦ̓ͥ͏̪̖? What if the laughing kids weren't just random kids? It would be twice as scary if it wasn't just some children laughing sound you find on the Internet, but it was someone else's children, someone we know... I think it's Chase's kids we hear. Anti was observing them. (I don't think Jack thought it this far but it's far more scary to me that way) 1/2
… Don’t you dare shatter my heart with where you’re going with this-
Pairings: Dean x Reader Words: 1496 Warnings: Angst, swearing Summary: “You never loved me. You loved the idea of me.” A/N: I missed writing, but didn’t have enough time to sit down and write down my own story, so I decided to use a prompt this time. Let me know what you think!
You grabbed the rest of your clothes from the wardrobe and carelessly shoved them in the duffel bag which was already filled to its limits. You threw your guns into there,too, not having enough time to actually sort your belongings and pack them neatly. You needed to leave before he’d come back.
A cold shiver went trough your body when you were painfully reminded of the man who was so dear to your heart. You couldn’t be entirely sure if he was ever going to forgive you or at the very least understand why you did it. But you didn’t have the luxury to dwell on it anymore. You had to forget and lock it up in the deepest corner of your mind throwing away the key. But it wasn’t the time, you’d have plenty of it to worry later.
can u do the same last kai scenario u did but a sehun version ty! <3
(original Kai scenario request: hello!! can I request a kai scenario where he cheats on you and a few months later you become an idol (rapper like hyuna) and debut with a song like roll deep idk if this made sense but thank you!! 💘)
Although I don’t approve of the idea that the boys would cheat on their girlfriend(s), I really do like the jealousy trope of these scenarios, so I hope you like it. Also this came out far more sad than Kai’s version did so I’m sorry for that! I hope you like it anyway!
It had been raining the day that you found out Sehun was cheating on you. You had rushed quickly into the SM building for practice that day, your hair wet and nearly plastered to your neck from the rain pouring outside. You were going up the stairs to the correct floor rather than the elevator because it was crowded, when you had found them huddled in a corner together, pressed against each other as if this was their secret spot.
Your face had gotten red, and it was certainly not from the many stairs that you ran up afterwards. You remembered being unable to speak, unable to say anything really. You hadn’t even properly broken up with Sehun. You didn’t have it in you after seeing something like that.
But now it was months later and you were no longer a trainee. Your group was debuting and the three of you were excited, mostly because you had practiced nonstop over the last several weeks for this live debut and you knew that you were going to nail it. SM didn’t usually give these kinds of songs to their groups for their debuts, choosing more…girly or innocent songs for them. But they had made an exception for your group it seemed. And what perfect timing, too, because Sehun and the rest of EXO would be at the live show. And you wanted to rub it in his face how well off you were without him.
When the time came to get on stage, you were the first one out, walking confidently and waving at the audience, which cheered strongly for your new group. Over the last several months, your intro videos had released, as well as the teaser and then the actual MV for your debut song, so there was already some hype about your group. Your wide smile hurt your cheeks, but you didn’t stop as you caught Sehun’s attention from backstage, looking back for half a second. They were up next with one of their new songs. You tried not to care what their performance would look like.
Dressed in all black, your skirt way too short for comfort, you were suddenly very nervous about the debut. It was too late to back out now, to beg for more time before this went down. Especially as you heard the MC introduce you, and then you were bowing along with your other members, the music starting in the next second. You dug your nails against your palms, trying to keep calm as it started.
It was only after when you had finished and were getting off stage that you were able to fully breathe. It was over. And you had killed that song, for all it was worth. You weren’t sure if you wanted to thank SM for giving that song to you, or wanted to kill them for giving that song to you…Either way, you had nailed it and knew that despite the sweat and strength it had taken to perform it, you had looked hot and had caught Sehun’s attention.
“Hey.” he called as you passed by. Your other members turned too, and from what they knew of Sehun - as well as the rest of EXO - they knew that he had cheated on you. After all, you didn’t hide things from your members. The two of them scowled at their sunbaenim, which wasn’t exactly appropriate behavior.
Your turned to them, waving them off, “Go on, I’ll catch up in the waiting room.” and they nodded, though they did look back several times to see if you needed help with the situation. Though the three of you had really only been together as an official group for a few months now, they were loyal and had your back like any group should. You smiled knowing that.
“What do you want?” you asked, turning back to Sehun. The other boys tried not to pay attention to your conversation, or the informal way you were speaking to Sehun. Even if he was your sunbaenim and your oppa, he was also your ex-boyfriend and someone who had cheated on you.
“I just wanted to explain myself. I never - .” but you stopped him before he got anything else in.
“There’s nothing to explain, Sehun.” you said, “You’re only talking to me now because my group just debuted and you didn’t know we would look like this.” you ran a hand down your body, which Sehun’s eyes followed hungrily. You snapped your fingers in front of his face, a disgusted expression on yours, “Don’t think that I forgot what you did to me.”
“I’m sorry.” he started, obviously wanting to say more. The stage manager yelled for EXO to get on stage, that they were to perform now. You nodded toward the stage, hands on your hips now.
“You should probably get out there.” and though you really didn’t want to say it, you still respected his group and the rest of his members, so you sighed and said, “Good luck out there.” before you turned your back to go to the waiting room.
The whole way there you could have sworn you felt Sehun’s eyes on your back. And maybe it was just the lyrics from your debut song bouncing around in your head but your brain wouldn’t give up on the line “My heart was yours once, but now its shattered glass…”
You wanted to curse at yourself for not hating him completely, even after all that he had done to you. It didn’t help that the lyrics kept replaying in your head. Rethinking them, they sounded far more sad and lonely when you didn’t have the choreography and background music to join in.
Summary: For never was a story of more woe, than this of Y/N and her Dean…
Word Count: 2k-ish
Warnings: AU, Angst, Mentions of Character Deaths, Mentions of Suicide (not explicit, but it’s there), JUST A LOT OF ANGST.
Author’s Note: Hey my beauties. So this is my entry for @impalaimagining‘s Dean’s Birthday Challenge. I got the song “Whiskey Lullaby” by Brad Paisley and Allison Krauss. It’s AU, but I got the idea and well..yeah. This song killed me and writing it also killed me. I cried. So, I hope you all don’t hate me after reading this. And…yeah…I’m sorry. *hides face*
I watched her walk away, the sound of her footsteps fading with each passing second. I couldn’t even find the strength to go after her. Not after her words. They had struck hard and good, right here, in my chest, straight into my heart.
I felt it shatter, the moment those words left her lips, the whole damn world stopped on its axis. The sound of my breaking heart loud in my ears, almost deafening. I stood there, mind numb, tears filling my eyes, my bottom lip quivering with her hurtful words.
“It’s over. I don’t love you, Dean. I never did.”
My life was over. I knew it. There was no going back after this. There was no going back from Y/N L/N. Life, as I knew it, was over. There was nothing left for me in this world. Nothing at all.
notes: it’s longer than my usual drabbles oops. couldn’t resist. <3 also: forgot a read more oops.
summary: it’s past bedtime, and he’s beyond her wildest dreams.
It’s way past her usual bedtime, but she doesn’t mind in the least. The air is just a little chilly, because it’s December, and snow is in the forecast, starting some time around midnight. This is her favorite time of year. The air is crisp and the night sky is cloudy, and it’s as beautiful as the holiday lights decorating all of Paris. Her cheeks are just a little flushed, and she blames the cold entirely.
Well, almost entirely. The kitty cat beside her does tend to make her go a little red. Only a little, though.
A/N: This is the original idea for the Hotch fic I had yesterday. The decision was split between a super long fic and chapters, but I have it at like 6 chapters as of right now so I think that’s a big much.
On the third day of Edmas, Captain Kenway gave to me…
Arno’s sweet and pronounced accent met your ears, your heart squeezing in your chest at the familiar sound. Your cheeks, swollen and tearstained, burned at the thought of him seeing you in such a weakened state. You dropped your head low, closing your eyes and tightening your palm around the letter in your hand. The prim cursive was mocking you with its ink, the words haunting your very thoughts.
“Leave me alone, Arno.” You whispered halfheartedly, your heart too broken to sound angry.
Your breaths were puffs of smoke in the air, fading away with the light in your eyes. Snow was swirling in the sky, littering a glittery white over the streets of Paris. You’d been out there for nearly an hour, your skin cold to the touch and your body numb. But none of it compared to the emptiness in your heart.
“What’s wrong?” Arno asked, snow crunching beneath his boots as he stepped towards you.
“Please, I just need time alone.” Your voice was low, cracking at the end of the sentence.
You couldn’t keep in the heartbreak much longer, tears blurring your vision.
“You look like you need someone more.” He stated, dropping to his knees by your side. His hand, unhesitant in its movement, draped across your shoulder, rubbing small, loving circles on your skin. “You’re freezing, amoureux.”
“That would be because it’s winter.” You stated bitterly, frowning down on the streets.
They were filled with the sound of laughter, families together and people genuinely happy. All the while, you were stuck here, the last bit of your heart shattering with the contents of the letter.
“The letter,” Arno gestured, resting his palm over your hand, “What’s it say?”
A sigh, deep and heavy, left your lungs, your head moving to sink further into Arno’s warmth.
“My father,” you breathed, voice shaky. “He’s… gone.”
Arno released a puff of breath, taking your hand in his and interlacing them.
“I’m sorry, mon amour.” He mumbled, lifting you up and placing you in his lap.
You didn’t struggle against his hold, merely lying limply as he moved you. He wrapped both arms around your middle, allowing you to use his chest like a pillow. His lips were warm against your forehead, the first tear falling free at the feeling. He was gone. Your dad was gone. Another tear fell, and another, soon creating a waterfall of pent up emotion.
You let it go, taking hold of the sadness over the numbness. Soft little murmurs of sweet words tumbled from Arno’s lips, his grip on you tightening and relaxing with each sob. He held you the whole time, watching your expressions melt from overwhelming sadness to reluctant acceptance, your fatigue finally beginning to wear on you. You slumped in his hold, closing your eyes and breathing him in. He smelled of sweet chocolate and bitter wine, his voice low in fear of startling you.
“(Y/N),” he ran a fingertip down your spine, watching with saccharine eyes as you shivered. “I can’t promise that it won’t hurt, but you’ll feel better someday. Happy, even.”
His lips curved up, the sensation strange on your cool forehead.
“I’ll help you, ma chère.” There was something behind his voice that told you he wasn’t done talking, that there was something else he wanted to say.
“Arno?” You questioned, bleary eyes looking to him. The tears had been wiped away on his coat, your eyes swollen and red. You swallowed, gripping tightly on his hand in fear of losing him.
“Mon amour…” he breathed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers tracing down the side of your face and to your jaw, stopping once he was holding your chin in his hand. “Marry me.”
Your heart swooned and your stomach dropped, tears pricking your eyes once more. The need to cry came back, only this time, it was for happier reasons. You swallowed thickly, chewing on your lip as he presented a small, golden ring to you. It was a simple band, the smallest engraving of “my heart” carved into the inside in fancy font.
“I-” You were at a loss for words, you heart hammering against your chest. “Yes.” Was all you managed to stutter out before Arno plucked you into his arms, bringing the both of you to your feet so he could spin you in a circle.
“Je t'aime,” he stated, smiling as he pecked a kiss to your cheek. A joyful laugh bubbled out of his throat, his lips dropping to the other side of your face. “I love you.”
“Arno,” you choked back a noise, something between a laugh and a sob. You stopped his movement by pressing your forehead to his, forcing him to look you in the eyes. His eyes, brown and alive, were smiling into yours, the dullness of them beginning to wear around the edges.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, a sheepish smile on his face. You sighed happily, closing your eyes and reveling in the warmth of him.
“You were right.” You mumbled after a moment of silence, your fingers wrapping around the blue lapels of his jacket.
“About what?” He hummed, tracing a pattern into your lower back. His chest buzzed beneath your hands, the feeling comforting to the touch.
“About feeling happy someday.” You admitted weakly, your voice shaky. You didn’t particularly enjoy talking about your feelings, but today had been one hell of an emotional rollercoaster. “It still hurts,” you said, “But I think I can get through it.”
“My love, if you need anything, I am here.” He promised, his tone as sweet as the finest chocolates Paris could offer.
“I think,” you tried, stopping once to swallow your fears. “I just need you.”
“I need you too.” There was the distinct sound of laughter in his voice, the noise prompted by his happiness.
“If you stand by me, I’ll be okay.” You confessed shyly, your fingers balling the material of his jacket beneath them.
The room had felt small,
this much I could remember. Bodies stood far too close together for my liking,
even if they were feet away from me. The red walls, and shiny black floor could
be mistaken for elegant to a stranger, but even then I’d known better than to
be that naieve. Blood stained the walls… the floors and it seeped into the very
foundation of the red room. Hydra’s connection to the KGB had been a fruitful
relationship and had resulted in numerous programs. Each program churned out
assassin after assassin, but that wasn’t something I wanted to be. I didn’t ask
to be stuffed into a tight black uniform and forced to stand in this hellish
training room. I didn’t ask to call this place my home and I certainly didn’t
ask to be brought up in this chaos, but none of that mattered.
My wants when ignored as
sweat clung to every inch of my neck and forehead, my breathing ragged as I
stand perfectly still. Every time I was in this room I felt on edge. My eyes
would always survey the room in caution my hands, balling into tight fists as I
await whatever was going to happen next. Each time I did this I made sure to
watch the take man standing across from me. I’d had the same trainer since I
turned fourteen years old and he’d only grown more vicious in time. He’s a year
older than me, his black hair slicked back as his dark brown eyes glare into my
soul. The red room was loud around me, almost too loud for me to think, let
alone concentrate. I’d been spending the last three hours sparing, and as much
as I hated to admit it, I was beginning to doubt my abilities. I needed a
break… I needed a moment to think and recharge, but my trainer wouldn’t let up…
no, he intended to break me.
The man across from me
takes a step forward, knowing full well that I won’t be able to stop him as he
knocks into me with everything that he has. I try to push him back, to punch,
or kick but he has other plans for me. Instead he forces me back, his hands
quick to shove me to the ground. My elbow slams against the hard mat beneath
me, the surface harder than stone. Upon impact my eyes close and I wince at the
pain that shoots up my arm. The moment I wince I feel his eyes narrow, I’d been
taught that pain shouldn’t stop me. I’d been taught that showing any emotion
was weakness… something Hydra couldn’t afford. The Hydra mentor rolls his eyes
when I don’t immediately get up after he’s knocked me to the ground.
“Get up and try again
He spits the words at me
without apology and his eyes narrow when I don’t move from my place on the
floor. Every piece of my arm ached horribly and every fiber of my being was
ready to give up. I didn’t want to do this and a part of me knew that I shouldn’t
have to. My silence wills him to speak again and this time his words come out
like a poisonous toxin meant to kill me on impact.
“Get up and try again…”
He prounces the word
carefully, each syllable carefully crafted.
“… In the real world,
when you’re out there in combat, you’re going to be fighting someone who’s going
to hit you a hell of a lot harder than I am. So put on your big girl panties
and fight back. Now.”
I mentally roll my eyes
as I study him from my position on the ground. He was right, but that didn’t
motivate me in the way that I knew he hoped it would. Instead I feel my brows
furrow and a shaky breath fall from my lips. I’d been training with Hydra since
I was seven years old, but when I turned 17 they suddenly felt the need to up
their antics and put me through hell. Now it was eight hour trainings every
single day on top of working my position within the Hydra ranks. Perhaps they
thought I could handle it because I was Alexander Pierce’s daughter, but the
truth was genetics had nothing to do with my talent. No, the torture I dished
out was all seared into my soul and meshed into my every action.
A groan brushes past my
lips as my bruised and swollen hands rake across the cool cement of the floor.
My lips tremble as my eyes narrow and I attempt to push myself up off of the
hard ground I’d landed on. My arms shake as I try with everything I have to get
myself up off of the ground. I take my place on the mat and put my fists up
readying for whatever was going to happen next. No words are said as my trainer
and I look at each other. The man in front of me stands, his face annoyed. He
offers me a mean glare as he stares back at me. It’s almost as if he believes
that the ass whooping he served me was something I wanted. His smirk grows, a
gesture that makes his face look older than it is… His time in Hydra wore on
his face like a stain on a white t-shirt. He watches me closely as he prepares
his body for a fight. But while he looks focused, I look at him in a haze. He
takes a step forward, his fists ready, but before I have the chance to dodge
him or block him, his knuckles jab me in the ribs knocking me back to the
His ability to knock me
over without any success on my end pisses him off and I can see it in his eyes.
A frustrated sigh pushes past his lips as he turns from me and looks to the
wall behind him his eyes finding the men watching us train. They stand along
the wall and watch on with critical expressions. There are five men in total,
but it’s the fifth man who stands out to me. Everyone else looked cold, their
bodies like stone as they watch on happy in the mist of the chaos. But the man
who catches my attention doesn’t look like them, he’s not happy with the chaos
in fact there aren’t any emotions on his face. My trainer backs up when he
realizes that I no longer care if he hits me again and when he does my eyes
follow him. He walks to one of the other members and begins whispering
something I cannot hear. A sigh of defeat brushes past my lips and my jaw
clenches as I watch the person he is speaking with chuckle and turn to the man
next to him. My stomach turns when my gaze meets the man, the man with the pale
blue eyes who stares back at me the moment the man in the middle mouths my
name. The man seems oddly out of place… as if he’s someone out of his own time.
My eyes narrow as he looks back at me in confusion, his hair hanging in his face
when he shakes his head ‘yes’. He’s wearing a long sleeved leather jacket that
fits along his body tightly, but what really captures my attention is the way
his knuckles catch the light. It’s only a hint of silver that tucks out from
under his black leather sleeve, but it’s enough to catch my attention. Upon
realizing where my gaze was the man moves his hand behind his back, clasping
both of his hands together as he watches me like a hawk. He mutters something
back to my trainer and the man in the middle, his gaze dangerous.
I didn’t know this man,
but I knew I’d seen him before… I’d seen him when I was a little girl. I’d
heard about him from my father, in the bedtime stories he’d let horror me. My
brow furrows at the thought, my brain instantly aware that there is no possible
way that, that could be true… the man’s face hadn’t changed in the years that
had passed… no he looked the same, except now there was more pain in his eyes.
I could see pain in his soul and anger etched into what little view of his face
I am offered. His chest heaves up and down as he breathes a deep sigh. It’s
when he does that this I realize what I am looking at is a ghost… an apparition
of something Hydra had weaved into its past. He appeared now like a
manifestation mocking my existence. I had thought he was just a ghost story invented
by my father to torture me at night. At the thought my brows furrow and he
knows that I’m connecting the dots and as I do a smirk falls on his lips… a
cruel smirk that isn’t his… it’s a Hydra made smirk. One that only an assassin
like the Winter Soldier could possess.
Summary: Well because when people get hungry they want to eat. What they eat when they are hungry is up to them.
Word Count: 1830
Warnings: Three people are involved
“Hey guys. What do you want for dinner.” I asked while grabbing the towel next to the sink to dry my hands.
I felt a presence behind my back and then next thing I knew I was being pressed up against the sink from behind and two hands on my hips. My breathing came to a stop when I realized there was something other than our clothes in between me and the person behind me.
“You.” A voice I knew all too well whispered into my hair that was currently up in a ponytail.
From the corner of my eye I saw his hand lift up and next thing I knew my hair was out of it’s neat ponytail and on my face.
“We like it better when you wear your hair like this.” A second voice, from somewhere in the room, said.
“Who is that?!?” I asked with a hint of alarm in my voice. “Baekhyun, this isn’t funny anymore please let me go.”
Then without a warning I felt his hands go under my shirt and unclasp my bra causing it to slide halfway down my arm.
“What the fuck!” I pushed at the countertop starting to turn around and lift my bra straps back up, but before I could lift a finger I felt Baekhyun press even harder on my back making his hard on quite obvious.
I felt him brush my hair to one side before expertly placing his lips right behind my ear and slowly made his way to down my neck to where my neck meets my shoulder. He gently moved my short to the side and placed small butterfly kisses along my shoulder. A whisper of a moan escaped my lips and this only cause him to nip at my skin waking up my senses and sending chills along my back.