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I’m So Sorry

[Pairing; Dean Ambrose X Reader]

Originally posted by leakees


      “Dean, please!” I bellowed through the restaurant’s dining hall, throwing my napkin to my untouched steak- following him to the door. He chucked a hundred dollar bill to the table top in his vast escape, and bolted for the barrier. I couldn’t him in time, before he made it outside. Rain crashed against my skin, instantly forcing me to cringe. “Dean, dammit!” I screamed through the rip-roaring weather. “You’re being unreasonable!” I tried, skipping past puddles in my clinking heels. 

      I couldn’t decipher between my running mascara, or the simple rain, but my vision blurred and I brought myself to a stop. Bag in hand, I sank to my knees- letting the rainfall rush down my body. Lightning crashed a while away but the flash still stunned, and with it went my heart. A tear in my chest opened, and I truly knew how it felt to be hurt. The man I loved just walked out on me, and I found myself burying my eyes into my palms- in what felt like a tropical storm. 

      I seeped in the building sorrow, and wept an indescribable cry out into the empty side walked street. The thunderstorm grew stronger by the minute, and I in took it as if it were a punishment. Wiping my eyes, glances of a figure cleared. “Get up.” He commanded, sternly. I sat for a second, not believing him to actually be there. Water dripped from his eyelashes and the tip of his nose, simultaneously- still convinced of an illusion. Dean lent a hand, and I took it. He pulled me to my feet, and offered his leather jacket. “Why?” I managed to measle out. 

       “Because I’m not the bad guy.” He spat, walking in front of me. “What does that even mean!” I screeched past the booming blast of thunder. “You know damn well what that means, (Y/N)!” He turned to yell back, disregarding the stands of straight, wet red hair falling into his eyes- pointing. “Now get in the God damn car!” He mimicked his tone, opening the passenger’s door for me. 

      Slamming it shut, the sound of metal crashed into my eardrum. Eyes set on each step, I watched him walk around the front of the car and to the driver’s door. I folded my arms, and waited for him to get seated. In a quick attempt, he forced the keys into the ignition, and flipped the windshield wiper’s on- fast enough to break the lever. “Stop!” I shouted, snatching the keys- hurling them to the back. Dean clenched his jaw, and snapped his face to mine. “Get. Them.” He seethed. “Not until you calm down.” I started.

      “Being mad at me is one thing, but dying is another. You’re not driving until we talk.” I huffed, getting comfortable. He laughed out, and bit his lip. One hand flew near his forehead and the other into the steering wheel- thrusting into the leather. My muscles clenched, and I straightened my posture- I had never seen him hit anything before. “Seth, (Y/N)!? Seth!” He finally wailed. 

      “You didn’t let me finish, you selfish son of a bitch!” I screamed back, reassuring that there was more to the story. “He kissed me.” I reiterated, using more emphasis that apparently I lacked the first time explaining. “You dashed before I could tell that I decked his ass after!” I kept on. Dean’s eyebrows scrunched together, listening.. but not fully convinced. “I didn’t kiss him, Dean. I’m not cheating on you!” I pushed, slapping my hand against his chest in anger. “I don’t know where you came up the the idea of it, but I’m not sleeping with him! Or anyone fucking else, okay!?” 

      He let his emotions relax, and stayed quiet. “But to fucking tell me “I love you, but I don’t even think I know who you really are.”” I quoted in fury, with my fingers. “What kind of bullshit is that!?” I questioned, with both hands in a confused stature. “Keep thinking this way, and your eye will match his! Got it!?” I boiled, more and more, with each word- completely reheating at how idiotic this argument was. 

      I took his silence as a break, and set my elbow to the glass- resting my hand to my forehead to calm down. Looking to the rain run through the drain, across the street, I started to replay the scene from a few minutes before. “You stupid son of a..” I mumbled under my breath, not being able to finish. A soft set of lips graced ever-so-slightly against my cheek. “I’m sorry..” Dean begged, in less than a whisper. I didn’t bother to even flinch, given the accusation he had just pinned to me. 

      “It’s just.. not the first relationship with me that he’s ruined.” He finished, words silking my cheekbones. I closed my eyes, reliving the moment Seth sank a chair into his best friend’s back. “I’m sorry, and I love you.” He admitted, pulling away and resurfacing to the outside rain. I opened my eyes with the brisk breeze of cool air. Reaching for the keys, he jumped to get back to the steering wheel in a moment’s time. 

      It was my turn to sit in silence as he ran his hands through his soaking strands, and fumbled the key ring for the right one. I couldn’t help my heart’s demands as I planted my palm to his hand- stopping his movement. Dean looked up with the guiltiest eyes- and it might have just been the night’s darkness that convinced me to do so- that I jumped at the first opportunity to get lost in them all over again. He stalled, waiting for my next move- not daring to cross what might be the wrong road. 

      Steadily, like two teenager’s first, I kissed him- softly, allowing him to accept or deny. Hands rushed to my face, pulling my into his. “I’m so sorry.” He moaned through the air breaks. Repeatedly, he apologized- constantly grabbing at anything he could. Slightly, I pulled back and pressed my damaged, cherry stain to his ear and sang. “Make it up to me at home.” 


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15 - Two POV’s

Request: Can you make one where Van moves to an apartment or something and then a girl moves to the same building and they have to share the same balcony. Like at first the girl doesn’t know who lives next door and one day she was surprised to see Van on the balcony

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‘Your’ POV:

I lay on my bed and pulled the sheet up over myself as I had no duvet cover, the sheets rolling up over the mattress corners. The sun began to creep through the window in golden rays and I looked around my room; the floor was littered with bags and boxes, I had one sparse clothes rack in the corner and a pile of books stacked up on the floor as my ‘bedside table’ with a tea mug resting on top. I sighed. Moving sucked. 

I sighed and kicked back the sheets. I pulled on some undies and a large t-shirt over my naked body and went to make another cup of tea. Upon moving in, one of the first things I did was buy a kettle, some tea bags and milk. I wouldn’t stay sane without a good cup of tea to get my day started. While the kettle boiled, I checked my phone for texts; nothing. I had no data and I hadn’t had wifi installed yet. There were no unlocked wifi connections either. The only one I was in range for was called ‘ALREET SERRRN’ - weird. 

Once I made myself a nice, hot, milky tea I took it out to the balcony to have while I smoked. The balcony was my favourite part of the new flat. I’d come out here every night to wind down and watch the skyline fade to black and every morning to put myself in a good mood. I leant against the railing looking out, holding my tea cup in one hand against my chest and the cigarette in the other. 

“Do you have a light?” A voice suddenly said from behind me; I jumped in fright and screamed a little, dropping my tea. 

The ceramic mug crashed to the floor in pieces. My heart was beating rapidly from the shock. I turned to see a boy in a leather jacket standing on the balcony behind me with an unlit cigarette in his hand. 

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Not Meant to Be pt 4

Jungkook/ Reader

PT 1 , PT 2 , PT 3


The music boomed throughout the house in a steady beat as the bass shook the ground. The smell of alcohol and weed filled the air as she danced on top of her dining room table. If there was one thing they were known for, it was throwing a damn good party and tonight was no exception. The glow sticks on her wrist blurred as she waved her arms and her voice grew hoarse as she wildly sang along to whatever 2010’s pop hit was blaring from the speakers. Across the room, she could see Jungkook laughing with his new coworker, Jimin. She had only heard about him but never introduced herself, although, dancing on a table in the middle of her apartment was quite obvious. She laughed at the thought of what his first impression must have been but started to make her way down to the floor anyway. The alcohol buzzed through her system creating a nice warmth as her vision swayed. She couldn’t help but smile as she walked closer to the two men, finding that to no surprise, Jungkook looked downright gorgeous. He had just come from work so she hadn’t seen him since that morning but somehow he had had time to change. As she neared them she saw Jungkook turn to her with a smile, halting his conversation with Jimin. 

“Baby! You’re done dancing I see” he let out with a laugh as he wrapped her into a tight hug. “Mmm only for now. But I wanted to come meet your new friend and I figured that would be hard today from the dining room table” she replied. Her eyes then drifted to Jimin as she held out her hand. 

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you” she smiled warmly. Jimin took her hand in his and she didn’t miss how noticeably small it was before giving it a shake. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, Jungkook didn’t give your beauty nearly as much credit as deserved” he replied rather smoothly. 

She couldn’t help but snort at the compliment while bringing a hand up to playfully smack Jimin on the back. 

“Oh you’re cheeky, I like that” she laughed at him. 

All the while Jungkook stood by with a smile on his face not at all phased by the flirty remark. He knew just as well as you did that neither of you had any interest in others. Although he would be a liar to say he didn’t make a note to keep an eye on Jimin in the future.


The night went on without any faults, just the usual bass and sloshing of alcohol. Jungkook and she now sat on the couch next to each other, red solo cups in hand as they each had a lazy conversation with someone else. Just then, she felt Jungkook slightly fidget next to her and she couldn’t help but to turn slightly in curiosity, giving him a look. Although, he was still talking as if nothing was bothering him. But only a few seconds later, his hand slowly made its way to his chest as he gripped at his shirt and gave out a wince. She quickly set her drink down and leaned towards him, taking his drink from his opposite hand as well and placing her hand in his. 

“Babe what’s wrong? Are you okay? What’s happening” she asked, growing more panicked with each second that went by. 

The music was still blaring and only the few people around the two had stopped what they were doing to gaze at the scene. Jungkook said nothing before his breath was becoming shallow and sweat formed on his forehead. He tried to lean forward as if to stand up but instantly fell to the ground, dragging her down with him. She quickly reached to bring his face towards her and away from the ground. His eyes were shut in pain and his right hand was still tightly gripped against his chest. 

“SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE” she screamed out into the room. 

One girl next to her seemed to snap out of her transfixed gaze and nodded vigorously before pulling out her phone. Everyone in the room fell silent as the music was shut off and the party was becoming aware of the situation. They all looked to her, expecting some kind of instruction on what to do but she could only hold onto Jungkook and drown everything else out. She felt like she was going insane while staring at his unmoving body. The tears that were threatening to spill finally cascaded down her face as her breath came out in harsh spurts. She started to rock against him and incoherently plead with him to not die. Seconds seemed like hours as she cried over him and minutes seemed like years before the paramedics burst into the apartment with a stretcher. She tried to hang onto him at first as she felt Jungkook’s body being pulled away but slowly let go as she registered what was happening. She got to her feet and followed them out the door as they carried him to the ambulance, she had pleaded to ride with them but they informed her that she couldn’t if she wasn’t a family member. She could only stare dumbly at the retreating tail lights as tears blocked her vision. 


After finding seemingly the only sober guy at the party and begging him to give her a ride to the hospital she found herself in the waiting room of the emergency ward. It had been one hour since she got there and there was still no word from the doctors about what was going on. The only thing she could do was to repeat to herself that he wasn’t dead. That he wouldn’t leave her like that… he couldn’t. She started to drive herself crazy as she watched the seconds tick by o the old plastic clock resting on the wall above a poster of cartoon animals. Perhaps if she wasn’t pulling at the hair on her head and rocking like a mad woman she would have found the time to even laugh at the characters, with their misshapen proportions and human-like hands. But instead, she just stared as the ticking of the clock filled the silence of the room. It must have been only another 15 minutes before a doctor came through the automatic doors and called out her name. She whipped her head to the side and jumped to her feet shakily as she strode towards him. 

“Where’s Jungkook? Is he ok? What happened to him” she pleaded with new tears threatening to spill. 

The doctor sighed at her looking a bit uncomfortable, most likely due to her disheveled appearance. 

“Well to start, he is stable and well now. He’s asleep but I can assure you that he is fine” she let out a shaky sigh of relief at those words before the doctor continued. “As for what happened… well, it was a heart attack. It would seem that Mr. Jeon has heart disease” he finished with a wary look towards her. 

She felt as though the whole world came to a standstill while she processed his words. A heart attack was something that only happened to old fat men in their 70’s wasn’t it? Why would that happen to Jungkook… he was so young and full of life? Why him? As if he could read her confusion the doctor continued in saying that although Jungkook was young, sometimes these things just happen. She only nodded slowly in response, unsure of what to say to that before asking if she could see him. 

“You may see him, although at this moment he’s still unconscious and could be for several more hours. But you’re welcome to wait in his room if you’d like… for as long as you’d like” he quickly added. 


As she gazed down at Jungkook’s sweaty and sleeping form she feels a sense of relief flow through her. There he was alive and breathing, the sound of the heart monitor beeping serving as some kind of reassurance that Jungkook wasn’t going anywhere. She sat in one of the old chairs to his right side and reached out to hold his hand in her own as she tentatively stroked her thumb up and down his skin. Almost as if she was afraid he’d disappear. 


Three hours passed before Jungkook finally woke up, the whole while she had never left his side, her hand still firmly held in his. At first, she didn’t notice him waking up due to her fixed stare on the pattern of his hospital gown. But when he cleared his throat slightly she snapped her head up to find him staring back at her with tired red eyes that most likely matched her won. Except that she was sure hers were puffy and wet too. 

“Jungkook” she let out in a whisper. 

“That’s my name, baby” he chuckled at her as she slowly leaned up to hold both sides of his face in her hands. 

She stared at him for only a second before fresh hot tears began to spill down her face, the most surprising part was that she had any left to fall. Jungkook always hated seeing her cry, he said she didn’t look as cute when she cried and joked that he couldn’t stand to look at the sight. But really he hated it because every time she cried he felt like it was his fault, and the guilt always tore him a part. This time was absolutely no exception. 

“Baby, no. Don’t cry, look I’m ok, I’m fine. I would never leave you like that baby, I love you so much” he spoke to her as his hands came up to lay over hers. “You almost died you asshole, I thought you were dead, I thought I lost you” she choked out between sobs. 

At this point, Jungkook’s own eyes became teary as he pulled her into a kiss. It was short and his lips felt dry and cracked but it calmed her regardless. 

“Baby, I would never leave you. Believe me” he told her with firm hands on her shoulders. 

She sniffled as she let out a small laugh, processing his words in her head… and she believed him.

Family

Request: Could you do a rip x reader but it’s like a legends x reader where they are all just siting together and like it’s just a special moment where there’s no panic band she’s kinda reminded of all their past all the good and bad and she’s like like “yeah this is where I want to be” and she looks around the table then she looks at top and she raises her glass and she’s like “to my day ones, my team, my family!” And it’s kinda based off good life by kehlani and g eazy?

A/N: Yeah! This was kinda nice to write. I enjoyed writing the fam feels. I know you said Rip x reader and I kinda implied that they have feelings for each other and I hope you’re okay with that. I hope you like it, thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Platonic!Legends x Fem!Reader, slight Rip Hunter x Fem!Reader

Words: 808

Summary: A night chilling with the fam and kicking back some drinks. One of the few quiet times the Legends have.

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
  • Me, talking about whatever I'm hyperfocused on: *very excited and happy to talk about said thing, is genuinely enjoying the conversation*
  • Friend: *says nothing, does not respond, doesn't react in anyway*
  • Me, wringing my hands nervously: so um, anyways, let's talk about Normal Stuff(TM)
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.