words: 5k+ rated: angst/fluff a/n: i just had this overwhelming urge to write a daniel fic, okay? don’t kill me. i still love jihoon, lol. also, i’m sorry for making sungwoon the bad guy in here, lmaoo also i didn’t proofread this since its midnight and im tired and i have class tomorrow so oops
warnings: inappropriate language, bullying(??) summary: The most cliche stories of all stories - falling in love with your best friend
You had grown
up with Kang Daniel since you both were babies. Your mother and his mother were
also best friends and just so happened to be pregnant at the same time with you
both, so they thought it would be a wonderful idea if the both of you became
best of friends as well. There were cons and pros of growing up with the boy,
though. He always teased you over the littlest of things and fought with you,
but at the end of the day, you knew you could always count on him.
You started to
notice a difference in Daniel when you both entered high school. He was no
longer the playful boy you used to know. He hung out with the older kids, did
more “grown up” things, and started
dating a lot. No doubt, he still hung out with you from time to time, but
things felt different and it hurt.
Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader Genre: Angsty, fluff Plot: JB doesn’t show any emotions towards you, even though your have been in relationship for a long time. You always knew that he liked you, but now you’re starting to doubt if he loves you or not.
Warning: dramatic lol
You turned to your side to look at the man sitting beside you. His eyes glued to the tv replaying last nights variety shows, with a beer in his hand. He looked over at you and shot you a small smile before turning to the screen.
Can’t stop thinking ‘bout you (even tho I try) A Trimberly story.
Trini had spent the whole morning trying to avoid her friends. Last night was some shitty time, and the amount of makeup she needed to cover the bags under her eyes was out of proportions. After finishing her test, she packed her things into her bag and headed to the café near campus. Headphones on and some random playlist kept her distracted while she walked.
“Where are you? I’ve been looking for you all morning.” The message came in the middle of her singalong.
“If it isn’t important, I prefer to stay missing.” Quick fingers typed a reply before she could ever think about being subtle.
“You better practice, then. You really suck at hide-and-seek,” Zack said in her ear, making her jump.
“Jeez, Zack! Stop doing that.” Trini tried to calm her heart. Her pulse was out of control.
“Stop hiding, Crazy Girl,” Zack replied placing his arm around her shoulders. “Would you tell me what’s bothering you?”
“I barely slept last night due to an exam. I’m just cranky.” She entered the cafe sighing loudly. She only wished to be calm today. She just wanted a day to herself. But no. Karma was messing with her. Again.
“Weird. Kim had said the same thing to us.” Zack raised an eyebrow. "You sure it’s just because of your exam?“ And this is what Trini meant. All the questions she couldn’t answer. "Talk to me, Trin. Stop keeping the thing to yourself.” Zack tilted his head, his eyes filled with concern. Trini analyzed his words, wondering if he was right. Last night was nothing but a big mistake. A mistake she would regret for the eternity. Last night was the opposite to Zack’s words. Last night was a living nightmare.
"Please?” Zack begged, squeezing her hand forcing Trini to look at him.
“Kim knows everything.” Her voice was a whisper, afraid of the event coming true if she raised her voice. “She knows everything and I feel the biggest dumbass in the world. She knows everything and she ran. She left me behind without even yelling at me.” Trini felt her heartbreaking as the words came out. The incident playing in her mind like the tragedy it was.
“NO! STOP IT NOW!” Trini yelled at her, fighting to escape the embrace.
“Not till you tell me what gets you so absorbed,” Kim laughed, still tickling her.
“I will never!” the shorter girl said. Her hands grabbed Kim’s in a quick move, her faces inches away as their eyes were locked into each other. “You should live with the intrigue, Princess.” Trini cleared her throat before releasing her friend’s hands.
“Oh, come on! You love me. You can’t keep me clueless.” Kim’s words clicked something in Trini’s head.
“Yes, I can. Even if I love you.” For a minute, she felt safe saying those three words. Those same three words that threatened to leave her lips for the last 5 years. Even she was surprised by the patience she had inside her.
“What could be that bad for you to not tell me?” Kim sighed, sitting on the edge of Trini’s bed.
“If I tell you, I should kill you,” Trini sing sang, hoping for Kim to quit this questionnaire.
The look she got from her friend made her tremble. How could she tell her this without being hurt in the process? How could she speak the words if it’ll break them apart? She was sure that losing their friendship was something that-
“Por favor!” Kim begged, taking Trini’s hands in hers. Her eyes begging for an answer. Trini knew right then and there that she had lost the battle. And boy, she hated herself for that.
“I…” she tried to find the words. She turned her gaze away from Kim’s eyes. This was too hard to say. “I love you,” she sighed, fear in her voice. “I love you and I can’t help it. No matter how hard I’ve tried, you got under my skin and by now I’m at your feet. Completely.” Her hand released its grip. The warmth beside her, disappearing in a blink.
“I’m… I’m sorry. I have to go.” Kimberly rushed to the door, exiting the room at the time Trini spoke gain.
“Of course you have.” Her eyes already in tears. The sound of her heart shattering filling his ears. Her world destroyed because she couldn’t fight back the words.
“Maybe she froze,” Zack said caressing her hand with his thumb.
“Of course she did. Who wouldn’t if their friend declared them their love?” Trini fought back the tears at the memory.
“You should talk to h-”
“No. No way am I throwing myself to my imminent death. It is what it is and I have to move on.” Trini sentenced before grabbing her bag. Her food unfinished as she stood up. “I’m gonna take the day since my classes are over.” She left Zack with the words in his mouth.
“Miss Hart. Could you please pay attention?” her teacher asked with a sigh.
“Of course. I’m sorry.” Her cheeks red as she felt Jason poking at her ribcage.
“Yes, pay attention or you’ll fail,” he teased her. A smirk on his face.
"Ugh. Shut up, Scott” Her mind was absent from classes all day.
Trini’s words replaying in her head like a tune you hate so much and your brain keeps playing it over and over again. But this time, the words warmed her heart. Also, those same words fried her brain. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t speak her mind. She just left her alone. She escaped the situation like a coward. She witnessed the moment in which Trini’s heart broke into pieces. She was the one to blame. She was the one who hurt her best friend for nothing. She was the monster she always promised Trini to fight. She panicked and she left. She ran from her love just because she was shocked. She hated herself for being such a loser. She felt things for Trini yet, she let the fear command her. Her bad side took over her, leaving not just one, but two broken hearts.
“I can see the smoke, ya know?” Jason sighed loudly. “You should talk to her.” He stood up as the bell rang.
“She avoided us all day, Jason. She doesn’t want to see me.” Kim shook her head in defeat.
“You don’t know that. Yes, she’s hurt. Yes, you screwed it up. But she doesn’t hate you,” Jason finished before Zack and Billy got to their side.
“Hey, Kimmy” Zack’s greeted her with a side hug. “You really suck.”
“Thanks for speaking wisely,” Kim said looking at the floor. “Is she alright?”
“Define alright,” Billy spoke suddenly. “She saluted me with a wave. No words at all. And Trini greeting you without a word means that she’s struggling with-”
“We know Billy. We know her.” Jason squeezed Billy’s shoulder, making him understand that he wasn’t mad.
“Right. I’m sorry,” Billy offered Kim a warm smile, getting a sided smile in return.
“You should really get your shit together. She deserves to be happy and I know you want to be the one.” Kimberly felt the pressure of her friends.
Zack was right. She’s been dreaming with Trini for a long time now. She could barely avoid staring at her. And when she used her glasses? Oh boy, Kim felt her body trembling at the sight.
“Alright. Wish me luck.” She tightened the grip on her bag “See you later.”
“Come on, girl. Answer me.” Her frustration getting the worst of her as the voice mail appears again; for the fifth time. She decided it was a waste of time trying to call her, speeding her steps toward Trini’s room.
One knock on the door… two knocks on the door… The door opened revealing Trini’s roommate, who stared at her raising an eyebrow.
“She’s not here,” was all she got from Lea as the door closed again.
Kimberly could feel herself freaking out, thinking in all the places she could find Trini. The first place she checked was the tree behind the building D. The place was one of Trini’s favorite spots to just stay calm and look at the sky, only soft words where allowed. Kimberly found nothing… The library came next. Trini loved to keep herself busy learning about different stuff and reading different stories. It was something usual for Trini to tell tales to Kim when she was sad or has had a bad dream. Even with the boys, Trini invented scary stories, always with a plot twist that got them all laughing for hours.
Kimberly loved the way Trini made her feel safe. Trini was always there for her, even when she got so wasted that the poor girl woke up at 2 am. and had to ask for Jason’s car to get Kim back to her dorm safe and sound. An incident that Trini never forgot in order to get free donuts from Kim whenever she felt down.
She was really lost in her memories that when she blinked back to reality, she was on the Cliff. Of course, Trini would be here! Tai chi always calmed her, Kimberly loved to observe her practicing it. Of course, from the shadows. Her favorite was the Chen style. It was cute, even hot, the way in which Trini turned a soft move into an explosive one in just a blink. Just like Trini was doing in this exact moment.
“You never taught me to do that,” Kimberly felt her voice tremble with fear.
“You can’t do this without knowledge.” Trini stopped suddenly in the middle of the move. A loud sigh leaving her lips.
“Do you think you could teach me?” Kim asked with a soft smile. Which had disappeared instantly.
“I suck at teaching,” Trini answered, avoiding Kim’s eyes.
“Look…” Kim knew better than anyone that Trini was a straight to the point person. “About last night… I know I-”
“Don’t. Please don’t,” Trini shook her head, her voice shaking. “No need to be all soft on me. I screwed it up and I want to face the result with the less amount of pain possible.” She sat at the edge of the Cliff, legs hanging in the air. “I deserve better than pity. I’ve already suffered enough during the last years to get you feeling pity over me.” Her gaze on the horizon, where the sun started to set to let the night take over the sky.
“Pity is the last thing I feel for you.” Kim sat right beside Trini. Arms touching. Something that if Trini was bothered about, she didn’t notice. “Last night I panicked.” Kimberly closed her eyes and allowed herself to speak the words. “I panicked because the thoughts I’ve been having for you were reciprocated. I panicked because I realized that the girl I’ve always liked, liked me back. I panicked because the fear of not being enough for you took over me at the sound of your words. I panicked because I know that you deserve more than this bimess.”
“Sometimes, what you deserve and what you want isn’t the same thing,” Trini spoke after seconds of silence. Seconds that, to Kimberly, felt like hours. Her eyes still on the sunset.
“Trini.” Kimberly took Trini’s hand in hers. Something that had become normal to them. “Look at me, please,” she begged. Trini obeyed. Her eyes were filled with pain. But there also was hope. A little flame of hope, dancing in the dark. Kim loved to watch at Trini’s eyes. They really were open windows to the girl’s inside. Only if you were important for her, you could always spy on. “I know you’re pretty upset at me and-”
“I’m not upset, Kim. I could never be,” Trini’s bottom lip trembled unnoticed.
“Thing is… I like you, Trini. I like you and I can’t stop thinking about you. Even though I try to think about something else… You always return to my mind. And to be honest, it’s bothering me,” Kimberly sighed as she blinked her tears away. “I know this could be hard, but I want you to know that I’ll be waiting until you decide whether if you can take me in, or if you prefer to break apart. I just want you to know that… Look me in the eyes. Please.” Kimberly took Trini’s chin with her index and thumb, making eye contact. “I want you to know that you’re everything a girl could ask for. You’re everything I need and everything I want. You’re the one who makes me happy. You’re the one who brings me joy in the saddest day. You’re the one who keeps me safe from all my demons. And there’s no one else who could make me feel at peace. Not in the darkest night. Not in the scariest dream”, Kimberly noticed Trini’s tears. She brushed them apart with a soft touch. “I hope it isn’t too late. But I want you to know that I love you, I’ve been loving you for a while now and I can’t forgive myself for what I did to you. You mean so much more than my best friend, Trini. You mean everything and more.”
And just like that, Trini leaned over and kissed her. An affectionate kiss. Full of shyness, full of love… full of untold promises.
Both girls cherished the moment and kept it safe in their memories forever. That kiss was, without doubts, the start of something new.
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-
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i have met some wonderful people here; tumblr rp brought me together with the love of my life who i have lived with now for over a year, even! despite its ups and downs, this community will always have a place in my heart. ♥
WONDERFUL PEOPLE - people who i have spoken to and consider friends!
thank you to everyone who has joined me on this journey! i’m honestly surprised i reached 200 as quickly as i did after remaking - honestly, i feel like remaking this blog was a good choice on my part. i look forward to interacting with more people, and seeing what the future holds! ♥
Genre: Comfort Character: Date Masamune Author Note: This story take a place from SLBP Event Stories Date Masamune Route where the MC being poisoned with a spy from his clan. Its my first time writing SLBP fanfiction so maybe its still no good but enjoy!
The rain was pouring hard on the outside, the sound of the thunder rumanging through the sky. The dark cloudy sky was remaining of your heart right now. The heart that shattering in sadness.
Sitting helplessly in your bedding, you look up to the dark sky through your window. Your mind was blank, you don’t know what to do. The event that occurred this afternoon keep recalling on your mind.
This afternoon, Doctor Douzan has come to castle. He tell you, when he arrived at Oshu he heard the news about you being poisoned. He got worried and decide to come to check up on you. Lord Masamune welcomed him with warm hand. Hoping that he can fix your voice problem. Unfornatetly, rather than tell you the good news he just tell you something that you did not expect. The poison has caused your vocal cords is swelling which it made you lost your voice. He still not sure, if it’s going temporary or not. However, the swollen in your throat is too big, so there big chance that you will lost voice permanently.
Of course this news made you shaken up. Being the person who unable to talk was just too much. Negative thought start to building inside you. You remembered when Lord Masamune said that he love your voice so much. But knowing the truth made you think that you does not deserve to be with him. Its just bring a shame for his family to has lady who unable to speak. Without knowing, the tears start to fall down in your cheeks.
Gavin knows, deep in his bones, that this is not Ryan. He knows this in the same way he knows the sun rises in the East even behind the rain. In the same way he knows that storms eventually end, and that life always finds a way even through the ashes of total destruction.
He knows this at the same depth he knows the way Ryan’s smile looks in the early morning rays of light, how his blue eyes shine when he’s first waking up with Gavin in his arms and doesn’t want to face the world… just yet.
Behind Ryan - No. Behind the man who insists they all call him The Vagabond, the city burns. Flames lick the sky, ever higher with every passing minute. Blue has turned to a deadly mix of red and orange and shadows flicker across the strangers face. Despite this all, the man smiles.
In his smile Gavin can almost see the man who loves him. The man he’s loved for years.
“What happened? Did Ryan really let you… let you in like this? He couldn’t do that!”
The Vagabond steps in closer, closing the distance between them while Gavin looks on, his already cracked heart slowly loosing any strength it had left. “He didn’t really know, of course.” The Vagabond’s voice is just a touch darker than Ryan’s, with a little more gravel and much more ominous. “Every time you and your crew went out causing mayhem, blowing shit up, putting yourselves in danger, I was laying the seeds. Eventually I was able to slip in, piece by piece over the years. But it was never really full control. At his heart, he was far too good for that. Not until.. well..” He shrugs, giving Gavin the most nonchalant look.
It makes him cringe.
“Until I was in danger.” Gavin almost whispers. Because he remembers that night. The night Ryan had come in where Gavin had lain near death, barely conscious. The look of rage and pure hatred in his eyes as he, single-handed, took on two dozen fully armed and armored men.
Gavin’s nightmares had never really ended.
“Indeed. That night, he was willing to take on any help just to save his poor little Gavin. I think you know the rest of that story.”
The chaos behind him is more than enough of a reminder. He doesn’t need to be told. Doesn’t want to think about it.
There isn’t much hope left, at this point. All he has is the small, sliver of desperation that somewhere, somehow, Ryan is still in there. Gavin takes a step forward, reaching out for Ryan. He slides his hands around and behind a stranger’s neck, the stranger with an achingly familiar face, and brings their lips together.
The kiss is warm and familiar, a slide of lips that Gavin has taken comfort in for years. There’s a gentle scrape against his skin of the other man’s stubble sending quick shocks of shivers through his spine. His body reacts on instinct, holding him closer and warming at the attention, at his taste, at the way Ryan reacts to him.
When he stops, they don’t move apart, breathing in each other’s space. There’s a light in the deep blue of Ryan’s eyes, a flash of something familiar. Gavin feels the sweet taste and heavy heat of Ryan’s breath against his kiss swollen lips and for a brief, heart stopping moment he thinks he’s made it through.
But then, he laughs. Its his laugh. The bright and amused sound that first made Gavin start falling in love with him.
And it’s so, so terribly wrong.
The cold feel of sharp steel presses against the underside of Gavin’s chin and what is left of his heart is doused in ice, shattering into a million jagged pieces.
In his ears, laced with nothing but venom, The Vagabond reminds him of his failures.
“You should have joined me when you had the chance.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.