not even telling the truth to your wife

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar”3/3 - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : Thanks to a very jealous Harley Quinn, Batman is finally able to find his wife’s whereabouts. Kidnapped by the Joker since over a week, he’s afraid of what he’ll find when he finally reaches her…

Last part. I hope you enjoyed this little series, don’t hesitate to tell me what you thought of it :). WARNING FOR A LOT OF VIOLENCE YOW !! 

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Bruce was never going to come rescue you. You tried to stay hopeful, it wasn’t in your nature to give up , but you couldn’t handle it anymore. 

His disgusting touch, the torture, both physical and mental…You just couldn’t handle the Joker’s abuse anymore. But he wouldn’t let you die. He’d bring you to the verge of death, just to take you back again. You were stuck in a loop of pain and agony. 

And Bruce was never going to come rescue you. You just knew it. It had been too long. What happened ? Was he also hurt during the attack ? Was he dead ? Oh god that would be the worst…he couldn’t be dead, he was the goddamn Batman. But…The goddamn Batman, the greatest detective in the World, always found a way, and fast, it had now been almost two weeks…

Was the Joker right ? Was he telling the truth ? Bruce forgot about you ? He couldn’t have…could he ? The clown kept telling you how Bruce kept going on with his life, not caring at all that his wife disappeared. He kept telling you that he, the Joker, would never do that to you…Yes he was a psycho, but when someone was his, he never let them go. 

“Your Bruce” was letting you go. Not even trying. And you started to believe the clown, because…Two weeks. It was a long time. And Batman knew everything, you had no doubt that if he really wanted to find you, he would have used all of his ressources to do so. He would have already find you. Besides, he should have the help of your sons…Did they forget about you too ?

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I really like the headcanon that:

A. Anakin and Padmé were absolutely rubbish at being discreet about their relationship and didn’t even realize it

B. Obi-Wan figured it out himself early on because he isn’t an idiot, and didn’t say anything in the hope that Anakin would eventually tell Obi-Wan himself

C. To make sure Anakin and Padmé’s secret, already poorly-kept by the idiots themselves, didn’t get out to the Council (resulting in Anakin being kicked out of the Order), Obi-Wan found himself having to constantly make distractions for the other Council members when they came close to stumbling upon the truth (which wouldn’t happen so often if you would stop KISSING YOUR SECRET WIFE IN PUBLIC, ANAKIN), including at one point taking Mace Windu out for a beautiful evening at the Galactic Gardens

House of Cards: Chapter 4 (M)

Taehyung, Reader, Jungkook

Genre: Smut, angst and a little fluff

Warning: Infidelity. Please avoid if this is not for you.

Word count: 4,002 words

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

A few hours after Taehyung left, you were still in the living room, sitting on the sofa mindlessly flipping through the channels. Your mind was on your relationship – if you could even call it that – with Taehyung, and the fast friendship you were developing with Jungkook, whom you liked immensely. The poor buttons of the remote were continuously being worn out until you heard Jungkook’s voice from behind.

“Where should we go for lunch?”

You looked up, resting the back of your head on the sofa so you could see him peering down at you. Through your bleary eyes you could see his crooked grin flashing your way. You were surprised; after the events that transpired that morning you didn’t think the two of you would talk again for a while. Perhaps you were the only one who felt the awkwardness of the whole situation. Jungkook acted like he always did, and the discomfort that you felt slowly dissipated over the course of lunch and the walk back to your apartment afterwards.

However, when he asked about your plans for the rest of the day, you frowned.

“Didn’t you say you have a party to go to this weekend?”

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Like an Angel ~ Chapter Two

An Oh Sehun We Got Married series

Not Requested

Genre: Romance // Slight Angst

Summary: (of this series) Two idols, one show, one marriage. Can you and Sehun fake your marriage for the fans? Or will that fake marriage start something between the two of you?

Summary: (of this chapter) Moving in with Sehun! Buying presents and angst…poor Sehun. Also I promise chapter three will be better :)

Word Count: 4,100 words

{Chapter one} {Chapter two} {Chapter three} {Chapter four, coming soon}

“Yes,” he says, but it comes out as a whisper. Nodding, his tongue peeks out once again to moisten his lips.

“O-kay.” you say awkwardly as you stand up. Walking over to him, you notice his posture straighten up.

Tilting your head and looking up at him, you smile again. And this time, he smiles back.

Just like an angel.

“H-hello?” you say sleepily into the phone.

You hear a man laugh, but not just any man. It’s Sehun.

You’re definitely awake now.

“Yah, were you asleep?” he asks in an amused tone. “Wake up, wifey.”

You sit up in your bed, holding the phone up to your ear. “Sehun? I think I remember my manager calling me.” you say, more alert now.

“She told me to call you with her phone. She wanted me to ask you if you were ready.”

“For what?”

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Originally posted by awhoreslies

John Shelby x Reader

Prompts #5: “If you walk out that door… don’t you ever come back” & #47: “Go on, I dare you”  (Requested by Anon)

You loved John, but you wouldn’t tell anyone even when they asked you. He had asked you to keep it under wraps until he divorced his wife. You felt bad for his wife and felt like their divorce was your fault.You had several moments where you felt like if you hadn’t have met John, he would still be happy with his wife and they wouldn’t get divorced. You had voiced your opinion with John, but he had claimed that he wasn’t happy with her before he met you; but something in his voice told you differently.

You wanted to confront him about it but you weren’t sure how to or how he’d react. You were hesitant, but once you had made up your mind, you had asked John to meet you at your little house. When he had walked in, he went to kiss you but you held your hand out to stop him at arms length

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” He chuckled nervously.

“I need to ask you a question, and you need to be completely honest with me, John. No lies, no beating around the bush, just pure truth. Okay?” You asked, swallowing your nerves. His brows pulled together and he looked at you confused.


“Are you really going to divorce your wife?”

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Outlaws of Love

Chapter 1 

Prompt; Your Lucille’s younger sister that Negan promised to take care of after she died. Negan continues to “take care” (be over-protective) of you during the apocalypse even though you’re considered an adult now. You’re also still in the closet regarding your sexuality.

Pairing: Arat x Reader (Romantic), Negan x Reader (Platonic), Negan x You (Platonic)

Word Count: 3,936

Type: Multi-Chapter fic, Mini series

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Overprotective relationship, Closest sexuality

Rating: NSFW

Originally posted by crossbows-and-ninja-skills

“And where the fucking fuck do you think you’re fucking going, little lady?” You hear Negan say from behind you. You promptly turn on your heels to face him, seeing him sitting in a chair in the corner like he was waiting for you to attempt to sneak out.

“Why are you up? It’s 1am? Don’t you have to get your beauty sleep, god knows you need it.” You tease, with a failed effort to lighten the mood. It seems you just made Negan frown even more.

“Answer the fucking question.” He growls.

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Black & White ;  jungkook (M)

bts jungkook x you ‘Helena’

genre: smut/ fluff 


  helenajungkook a dit :

Aniyo author nim if requests are still open I wanna request a jungkook’ smut’ when reader is so needy for her husband but he come home every night so sleepy so she get mad and decide to ignore him but things get better when he realise his fault and he makeup for her also if possible can you use my name helena instead of reader

here we go i hope you like it ^^

Originally posted by sugutie

you grinned bitterly when the old picture appeared finally , you were laying on your bed with your album in hands ,for sure the dinner that you made for your husband is cold now ,you blamed your self as you didn’t stop making dinner for him even he stopped taking it home since a month now 

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Skin-changer protection; Thranduil x reader

Originally posted by iamjaynaemarie

This came to mind after watching the Hobbit: BOTFA. Just a random idea that came to me if there was another skin-changer living among the Mirkwood elves without them ever noticing it esp. if this skin-changer was close with the King himself.


It was during the battle of the Five armies at the gates of Erebor and the city of Dale where the unity of Dwarves, men and Elves came together to fight off Azog the Defiler and his orc army.  I expertly used my Elvish daggers and sword to fight off any orc that came near me and defended any of my fellow Elves and allied men and dwarves that I could protect but more and more kept piling in like a domino effect.

I turned to hear a piercing cry of agony coming from an animal and I saw my dearest friend and King Thranduil roll of his battle elk but gracefully rolled into a crouch position with his sword outwards.  He was starting to be surrounded by orcs and I began to fear. No I never doubted his fighting skills but he had no one to back him up or watch his back incase an orc were to sneak up behind him.

As I watched him fight off and slay orc after orc with his two swords dancing and gleaming in the sunlight as they slayed his opponents, I was suddenly thrown and tossed by an orc against one of the buildings causing my inner being to awaken.

My breath deepened, my (e/c) changed to pure gold and soon I launched out as my body turned from my Elvish form to wolf. 

 The biggest secret I had kept to myself and no one, not even my dear friend Thranduil knew is that I’m only part Elvish, my mother was of Sindarian Elves, but my father was a skin-changer.

More specifically, a Wolf skin-changer. 

Originally posted by one-cold-day

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With Daniel off to college a household spot has opened up, which we immediately fill with another cat. This is Roux, a well-trained genius, destined to reach the top of her career way before dumbasses Ronron and Neo do. She looks a lot like Ronroneo too, which is a good thing since not 3 hours later..

WHAT THE FUCK. I’ve been giving him the pet food of life and his bar was nowhere near being full so this is some FUCKING BULLSHIT. 

Maybe double check your little catalog here??? Moron. Every other cat is having a breakdown about Ronroneo, Victor surprisingly included. You can’t see him here but he’s behind the Reaper losing it. It goes without saying that I cried as well.


Komei is deep DEEP into the denial stage of grief. He doesn’t cry or react at all but immediately rolls the want to resurrect Ronroneo and the want is still there weeks later. Obviously same, Komes.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh. We’re stealing that secret society resurrection phone in college asap. Sleep well for the time being, baby, soon you will be back to us </3 And Grim, time for a fucking second grade math course. 

But life goes on, especially if you’re a horny teenager. Word about class slut Gunther has obviously spread, because girls keep coming home with us from school. I don’t remember this girl’s name but her ridiculous styling obviously points to her and Gunther hitting it off.

Slutting it up in front of his mother’s affair shrine! Man, passed down family traditions really bring a tear to your eye. We brought another girl home from school, Gwen, who is unfortunately not having an equally good time as blondie here..

-What the hell you freak?

-Haha, I know! Are you in love with me yet?

-It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife!!!


-You are too generous to trifle with me! If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once! My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever!!!!!!


The snow on the dream date roses blondie leaves on our doorstep has not even set yet, as Gunther moves on to Gwen, with whom he has 3 BOLTS. Jojo I don’t even know how you’ve managed to out-pathetic Daniel in such short a period of time but the evidence speaks for itself:


- I love you, Neo. Forty thousand brothers, could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.


Real tears. Jojo is literally rotating through the cats now. Obviously one of our children must at all times carry the Komei curse, otherwise the universe will come to an end. 

Roux is judging you Gunther, and so am I.

-Hey, not my fault Jojo screwed this up!

So much for brotherly love!

-Man, it sure is hard to care about your brother being a giant flop when your aspiration bar is through the roof!

Ugh yea everything’s coming up Gunther! Don’t worry about Jojo you backstabber, he will be totally fine.

…Totally fine. If not for the ‘go to college’ want, I’d think this is Komei’s want panel. Jojo, why must you devastate me so </3

Great, back to business I guess!

-What the hell is he doing, happily sitting around with his family??? My heart is breaking and yet I dare not look away.. Oh, this exquisite suffering.. 


And there you have it. Ronroneo may have died, but it’s someone else I mourn for.

Guided Home (George Washington x Reader)

Title: Guided Home

Pairing: George Washington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1436


Summary: You’re out late and a friend of, well, someone more than a friend, offers to walk you home and that’s when danger strikes.

Author’s Note: This is my very first Hamilton piece I have ever written, so yay. Also, I know some of this isn’t accurate with time periods and locations (you’ll understand), but this is fanfiction. Key word fragment: FICTION. That is all. Hope you like it!

Originally posted by playbill

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Request: y/n is out with Justin and she’s pregnant, the paparazzi become aggressive and rude, so Justin becomes overprotective.

“Don’t leave my side. Okay?” Justin says before helping you out of the van. You nod your head slowly before sliding your hand into his. The two of you made your way to the the building following security. Suddenly a bunch of flashes appear from cameras and screaming from fans. You’ve been with Justin for over 3 years and you still weren’t use to all the media. At times it gave you anxiety but it wasn’t as serious so you never told anyone.

“Justin!” “Over here!” “Y/N! Look here?” “Where are you guys going?” “Is it true Justin cheated on you?!” “Y/N are you only using Justin for money?” You hear various people yell, some of the questions were ridiculous but it was hard to ignore. You felt Justin’s grip tighten. He looks at you reassuringly before continuing to lead you to the building.

Suddenly a swarm of paparazzi begin to crowd the both of you. You were starting to feel anxious, you tried to block your face from all the flashes but it was no use they were everywhere. “Can you please let us through?” Justin replies politely as possible but you could tell he was getting impatient.

Sadly, no one listened.

They continued to swarm the both of you, making it very difficult to pass through even with security around. All you heard were rumours, insults, questions all sorts of stuff that was starting to make you feel uncomfortable.

“Justin! How sure that baby is even yours?! Y/Ns a slut for all we know!” A man yells, you decided just to ignore the question but Justin suddenly stops walking and you could feel his hand clench working yours which was usually a sign that he was angry.

Oh no…you thought to yourself.

Suddenly Justin turns around towards the guy and charges at him.

“What the fuck did you say?” Justin yells as he shoves the guy backwards, causing the mans camera to fall and shatter on the floor.

“Justin!” You yell shocked as you tried to make your way through the crowd to stop him. Justin didn’t listen, he continued to fight the man, as security tried to pull the two apart.

Just as you were about to make your way to him, one of the paparazzi elbows you in the face.

“Ow!” You shriek in pain, before holding your face.

“Y/n!” Justin yells worried looking at you as he stops. You didn’t look at him. Justin wiggles out of security’s grip before running towards you. Justin suddenly turns to one of the paparazzi that hit you.

“Hey man I told you to fuck off!” Justin yells angrily. You were about to to hold him back, but out of nowhere a man grabs your arm arm. You gasp in response as you struggle to get free. “Don’t touch her…” Justin says harshly as he pushes the mans hand away from your wrist. “She’s fucking pregnant for crying sake!” Justin yells louder, you swore you’ve ever seen him so angry. Usually this type of stuff doesn’t get to him…until now.

“Justin-” you say grabbing onto his arm. “lets go…” you whisper before pulling him away from the crowd.

The two of you finally made a way through the hectic crowd with the help of security. Justin gently grabs your hand as you both walk into the building safely.

As you two walked in Justin quickly turns around. You could tell there was something wrong by the look on his face. You then realized he was looking at your lip.

“I’m okay, don’t worry…” you smile reassuringly, before giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Y/N your lip is swollen, you’re not okay.” He says before gently placing his finger over your lip. You flinch in response. You didn’t even realize your lip was becoming purple. Justin runs his hands through his hair before sighing in frustration.

“Justin…” you say quietly. “I really appreciate you defending me but I promise you that I’m okay.” You say but he didn’t look convinced.

“Y/N the things that they say are nasty-”

“I know, but I try not to let them affect me. In fact I don’t even care what they say about me because thats not the truth.” You say, but Justin doesn’t look up. You could tell he was upset at the fact that he wasn’t able to protect you. You gently place your hand onto his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, what good of a father am I going to be if I can’t even protect my own wife?” Justin says quietly, you grab his hands before smiling.

“Hey…let’s not stress about this. You did way more than you should have, and I’m so thankful to have a husband who’s willing to kick someones ass just to protect me.” You say smiling trying to lessen the tension. “Trust me, once the baby is out and they start talking crap. That’s where we come in.” You say giggling causing Justin to crack a smile. He looks at you before chuckling.

“That’s my girl.” He says as he pulls you in for a hug.


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Forbidden Fruit - Part Five

A/N: First attempt at Sons of Anarchy fanfiction. It’s been awhile since i watched the show, so i’m sorry if my characters aren’t in character. This is part 5 of 7. Feedback is always appreciated. Thanks to my beta @thorne93. You rock.

Characters: Reader x Jax, Chibs.

Warnings: a little violence, language, fluff. Angst.

Wordcount: 943 (I know it’s short… sorry)


*Not my GIF*

Originally posted by imaginealotofthings

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anonymous asked:

In 4.08 Emma wanted to give up her magic because it was hurting her loved ones. She asked Rumplestiltskin what he would do. He said he wouldn't go in there for anything. Now 2 seasons later, do you think that meant Rumple would never give up his dark one powers, not even for his family? He did choose to do the right thing in the finale, but it did not involve him having to give up his power. Do you think if his magic was hurting Belle and Gideon he would be able to give it up?

And another lovely Anon: You used to say in 6A they needed to destroy Rumbelle in order to save it? (I never really understood what you meant by that, if you would be kind enough to explain it that would be lovely, thank you!) Did that work out the way you thought it would?

Rumbelle has always been a textbook example of Problematic Faves ™– if you’re doing a recap and even in the halcyon days of S1 and 2 you’re writing stuff like: “Dear Diary, today he yelled at me and threw me in the dungeon … again” and “Dear Diary, today we had a lovers’ tiff because he tried to suck somebody’s soul out behind my back,” the couple has serious issues.

Originally posted by tzaharasykes

Don’t date a villain in real life, kids, yes?

But in S1-3 Rumbelle’s issues stemmed from their whacking great power imbalance, where Rumple has a bad reputation, money, property, magic, immortality, and a history of violence and dead spouses (!!!) and Belle initially has no property, no money, no magic, no job, no friends, and her only family is abusive. The show tries to even this out in S2 by giving Belle a job (librarian), property (apartment above the library we never saw), and friends (Ruby! and Archie/Leroy/Granny). And more importantly, Rumple starts to tell her the truth (about his son and ex-wife, about magic to Lacey) and is violent to avenge/protect her, not AT her. S1-3A Rumple would never hurt Belle, not even to magically freeze her.

Originally posted by fairytaleasoldastime

Protective!Rumple is my jam, so help me

But in S4-6 Rumple starts hurting Belle– first emotionally by using her as an unwitting alibi for murder, then freezing her so he can plan a murder spree, then manipulating her into giving up the dagger, her “only protection” from him, then he did good as Hero!Rumple in 5A but took back the Dark Curse and would rather literally go to hell than tell Belle the truth about that. In 5B he tells Belle he loves the dagger and won’t give up his power, not even to save her from the eternal burning hell of the Sleeping Curse. And then we get 6A, where he escalated to Lifetime TV-movie-of-the-week evil to the tune of imprisonment, stalking, handcuffing and tracking, threats, and he juuuuust steps back from directly physically harming her and their baby. That’s really, really, really dark. Ain’t nobody justifying that.

Originally posted by fairytaleasoldastime

*loudspeaker crackle* Dark One, please stop terrorizing your pregnant wife and come to the circulation desk. *loudspeaker crackle*

WHY the writers made Rumple Extra Dark And Nutty ™ even though we all would rather the Bitter Shell with Gooey Marshmallow Filling ™ flavor is a mystery. But for me, the question becomes: 

  1. Why did Rumple go off the rails so badly in 6A? 
  2. What can he do to ensure he never tries to hurt Belle or Gideon again?

If Rumple went bad because he was having a mid-life crisis/slo-mo anxiety attack over a late-in-life baby, then hopefully him making good decisions for his family throughout 6B, especially in the finale, shows that he’s truly changed for the better. But if Rumple became a Cautionary Tale in 6A because of the Dark Curse, then he needs to give that shit UP because otherwise, there’s no guarantee he won’t be super-stressed over [plot of the week] and hurt his family again. Clippy!Rumple popping up in the finale and telling Rumple to do the wrong thing was a bad sign to me because that intimated that Rumple is dealing with Voices Telling Him To Do Bad Things on a regular basis. If so, he needs to find a way to either mitigate that (anti-magic cuff? modern medicine? cognitive behavioral therapy? primo weed?) or destroy it entirely (TLK).

Originally posted by wicked-chocolatine

How silly was this scene to film without FX, though?

I would have very much liked a TLK because it’s an obvious, visual way to show that Rumple has chosen love over power once and for all, but Rumple telling Clippy!Rumple AND the Black Fairy to fuck directly off even when they offered him love and power at the cost of hurting his family was good enough for me. Plus, now that Rumple made the right decisions for a while he seems to be part of the Charming-Mills family– and that may give him the support network he needs to help him if there are magical shenanigans that may tempt him towards the dark side again. Regina, Hook, and possibly even Zelena whacking Rumple upside the head and telling him to think twice about being shady may actually help him at this point. Rumple has what he’s always wanted– a family. A big, messy, obnoxious, magical family. That’s good enough for me, and why I’m tempted to quietly avoid S7.

Originally posted by onceuponadaily

I’ll take it, show. I’ll take it.

The Joker x Reader 9  (Part 2)

When The Joker is imprisoned in a nameless hell, what will happen when he meets one of its demons?

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Part 3:

The Joker blinks slowly, trying to wake up. He feels completely numb but he makes an effort to turn on his side, trying to see if you are around.  He notices your shape about 6 feet away from him, eyes closed, your hands resting on your tummy. You look asleep.

“Hey, doll, wake up!” he grumbles, pushing himself to get on his knees. The taste of ashes, metal and blood in his mouth suddenly makes him gag. He spits out black saliva over and over again, coughing, attempting to clear his throat.

“Jeez, what the hell is this?” he grunts, disgusted, wiping his mouth. His eyes turn towards you again.

“Doll, are you OK?… Hey, hey!”

Absolutely no reaction.

He crawls on his four to get closer and stops right next to you. The grass around is burned and you still emanate some heat. He sees your eyes uncontrollably moving under your closed eyelids, your lips muttering words he can’t understand. You frown; afterwards a small smile appears on your lips, then nothing. You are such an interesting creature. Nothing exciting happened to him while captive, and he sure loves excitement. He studies you, intrigued, and with a groan he brings his knees to his face, resting his cheeks on them. J’s blue gaze goes up and down your body and something gets his attention: a thin gold band on your ring finger.

Do you belong to somebody? he wonders, wishing he knew the answer for his personal knowledge.

You are so quiet, completely still now and he realizes it doesn’t look like you’re breathing anymore. Mister J leans over and places his head on your chest, trying to hear if there’s any heartbeat. He deeply inhales your scent, pressing himself even harder against you. God, he didn’t touch a woman in months.

*First he was at Arkham prison for a couple of weeks, waiting for Frost and his men to come bust him out. Before it happened, he was moved. They came one night, cornered him in his cell and poked him with syringes. The Joker tried to fight them but the drug made him weak and he felt asleep. When he gained consciousness, he was in the glass prison. He lost track of time in there. Nobody was really talking to him, there was no notion of night or day; all they did was keeping him there with no explanation.*

J starts purring, glad he can finally sense your heartbeat. His left hand caresses your shoulder, his chin resting on your chest for a few brief seconds. His eyes carefully scout your face for any trace of movement. He buries his face in your neck, smelling you again.

“Don’t do that,” you suddenly whisper, while cautiously pushing him away. “SHE gets jealous.”  The only answer is a low growl.

Mister J gets up, struggling to stay on his feet. He grabs your hand, helping you up too.

“Say, kitten, where the hell are we?” he scoffs, looking around, totally disoriented.

“Close to Gotham, maybe 3 hours away. I know this area is secure, don’t worry. Nobody comes to these woods anymore,” you sigh, stretching, starting to walk down a small path in between the trees.

“Do you know where we were before?”

“SHE told me it was deep under Pacific Ocean. Top secret place, reserved for the…worst of the worst as they like to think. It’s gone now, but I am sure they have another nameless abyss somewhere else. All the prisoners died, except us. And they call us the bad guys…I’m just sorry SHE didn’t have more fun before it all went down,” you smile, turning your head so he can see you. J is falling behind.

“Come on, Damian, move it faster!” you shout, lifting your hands in the air, a bit annoyed.

The Joker feels like the lightning struck him. He stops in his tracks, his non-existent eyebrows furrowed, instantly alert and defensive.

“What did you just call me?”  

“Damian. Isn’t that your name?!” you ask, confused at why he’s suddenly hard of hearing.

“How…How (he exhales loudly) in the world you know that?”

“I can see it above your head,” you calmly reply, pointing your finger in thin air. The Joker looks up and of course he can’t see anything.

“You’re messing with me, right?”

You shrug your head in denial and keep talking. “I can see how old you are…the accident, the fire…oh…” you gulp before you continue: ”…all the bad things that happened to you…Is that the reason why you’re like that?”

His eyes are widened; you can see he is panting, clenching his fists, holding back his anger. You roll your eyes, unimpressed.

“Do you want me to tell you when you’ll die?” you smirk at him, slightly entertained by the situation.

He scrunches up his face in a grimace, not really knowing what to say or do at this point. He doesn’t like not having the upper hand; not being able to control the situation drives him crazy.

“Well, do I wanna know???” There is so much exasperation in his voice.

“Jesus, relaaax, you can change that. Besides, I’m not going to tell anybody what I know. I don’t really care. Your business is your own. I mean it.”

“If you ever repeat what you just told me to another soul, I swear I’ll kill you doll!!!!” the Joker threatens grinding his silver grill, while his temper gets the best out of him. 

“Hahahaha, that’s a good one. I would LOVE to see you try,” you snicker, walking backwards, your eyes turning white again because SHE is getting protective. A few branches snap and J feels a menacing presence all around him.

“Stop, stop, he doesn’t mean it, don’t hurt him. I told you he’s off limits, OK?” The entity is not happy it can’t tear the Joker to pieces.

“Who are you talking to, is it that…thing?” you can sense him right behind you now. He finally caught up with you.

“ SHE’s not a…thing. SHE’s me and I am HER. We’re one.“  You part your red hair to the side, listening to the voice. SHE tells you SHE found HIM.

“Were you born like this?”

You barely hear J, you’re paying attention to the deafening whispers only you can discern.

“No…no…I wasn’t.”

You cover your ears and you stop. J bumps into you.

“Why are you stopping?” he complains, over exaggerating.

“I need to go; I’ll be back for you. Wait here!” you shriek, interrupting his train of thought.

“Hey, where are you…(your body vanishes, leaving a trace of dark mist and ashes behind) going?…”


Flag is in his bunker, looking through files, trying to come up with his next move. The Department of Homeland Security is not very happy with him right now. He doesn’t like not feeling productive and not being praised for his good work. He messed up and he knows it. You got away…again.

His desk starts rattling; a few small objects roll and fall on the floor. The colonel smells something burning and he knows what it is before his eyes find you in the corner of the room.

“Hiiiii, honey,” you grin, emphasizing the last word.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He moves his chair away from his desk, startled, biting his lip. He always does that when he’s nervous.

“Don’t try to call anyone or you’ll be sorry,” you threaten him and he knows you mean it.

The room is getting hotter.

“Are you here to kill me?” Flag lifts his chin up, looking you in the eyes.

“Oh, the brave soldier you are, honey… I am not here to kill you, don’t worry. I haven’t sunk as low as you. “

He swallows the lump in his throat.

You go and sit on the desk and he just stares at your blood stained t-shirt.

“Rick, why did you try to kill me…again?” you ask in soft voice, changing your tone, trying to hold back the tears you feel could run down your cheeks anytime now.

“You are not my wife and I will hunt you and try to kill you until…”

“I AM YOUR WIFE, YOU IDIOT!!!!!!” your voice echoes around the office, SHE is getting alarmed by your sorrow. The floor starts shaking and finally black tears stream down your face.

“It was always me, even after I turned. ME, do you hear me? I’m still here and you are too weak and blinded by ambition and what your superiors tell you to see the truth. They are using you. I thought you would (you touch your heart with your hand) FEEL it’s still me in here.”

You wipe your nose, sniffling.

Flag’s eyes get watery.

After a few moments he gets up so fast he knocks his chair down.

“Shut up, demon, you took my wife and you are trying to deceive me! Why are you doing this ?!… GIVE ME BACK MY WIFE!!!GIVE HER BACK!!!!!”

His face is as red as your hair, he screams so loud he runs out of breath.

Your heart sinks to the bottom of your chest.

The paintings on the walls are starting to melt. SHE is not happy to see you so upset. Too bad you won’t allow HER to avenge you. SHE just waits for a sign in the darkness, that’s all it would be needed.

“Honey, you will never see beyond the veil clouding your eyes,” you whimper, slowly taking your wedding ring off. “I’ve came to give this back to you.”

You come in front of him and take his hand. He winches when he feels the heat irradiating from your being on his skin. You open the palm of his hand and place the ring inside, then close it. He feels helpless.

“Hear me out, Rick: don’t try to find or catch me EVER again. Do not try to hurt someone under my protection. I never fought you before because it’s YOU and I couldn’t bring myself to cause you any harm. Next time we see each other, I will let HER kill you, have no doubts about it…” You sniffle again, taking a few steps back.

“Remember, it was always ME, you should have loved me and protected me regardless. It wasn’t my fault SHE came to me, was it?”

You look so broken, so…human, almost like…his wife.

Your body starts to disappear.

The colonel is trembling, not being able to control his sobbing, tightening his grip on your wedding ring even more.

“No, it wasn’t your fault…Y/N…Y/N? Y/N?… WAIT!!!!” He’s trying to touch you but it’s too late, you are gone. He covers his mouth, trying to calm down.

The room got quiet, nothing moves anymore, the only proof of you being there is the melted glass on the paintings and the wedding band he’s so desperately holding close to his heart.

Also read - MASTERLIST :

I like to call this one “Marriage Advice” or  “Some of the Things I’ve Learned by Being a Wife for One Year and Seven Months

always put each other first. think of what he needs most, and be it. think of what would make him happy, and do it. even little things. especially little things!

encourage constantly, but don’t be afraid to call him out when he’s being lame, and don’t get defensive if he calls you out for being lame – you’re on the same team.

laugh together a lot. also, kiss a lot. have sex a lot too, obviously, but i think laughing and kissing are pretty important, maybe even more important.

be honest with how you’re feeling and always tell the truth, even if its awkward or sad or scary or hard. if you’re mad, say it. if he hurt your feelings, say it. if you are so happy you can’t even stand it, say it. if you want to leave the party, say it. if you sometimes can’t believe how lucky you are to be his wife, say it. if you feel distant, say it. he can’t read your mind, don’t expect him to. be honest always. (also, dropping hints rarely works. be as straight-forward as you can get.)

save money, you will need it someday, whether for medical bills or car trouble or to take your tired butts on a vacation. it helps to have some money set aside. 

don’t talk badly about him to other people.

pray for your marriage a lot. like a lot.

if you ever have babies, make sure you figure out how to be a married couple again, and not just parents.

make time for dates and real quality time. put away your phones and computer and TV shows and have real conversations, without distractions. make time each night to hear about his day and to talk about yours.

make him dinner from time to time, even if you don’t know how to cook meat very well and you burn the rice and the dessert crumbles into oblivion. he will appreciate it so much.

realize how blessed you are and be thankful. find joy in the little things.

try to always think the best of each other. don’t assume everything was meant to hurt you and don’t take every little thing personally, because some things just aren’t (but others definitely are, and you should address those).

don’t compare your marriage to anyone else, I mean it.  

share fears and struggles and worries (rather than keeping them to yourself), and face them head-on, together. its way better than facing them alone, trust me.

be silly, have tickle fights and dance parties, jump on him when he dutch-ovens you.

wake up together and go to sleep together. take it one day at a time. choose to love each other every single day, one day at a time.


Imagine being on your Honeymoon with jungkook. The boy has been playing with you the entire day and he’s been enjoying everything to its fullest .Once it was night and you both got back to the hotel room, the boy would try to avoid you . He was very awkward about the idea of spending your first night together as a newly married couple. He was nervous but excited about the fact that he’d get to sleep with you in the same bed. He’d pace back in forth while bittingnon his nails as he waits for you to come out of the shower. Being the nervous fluff he is, he’d grabs his pillow and hug it before making his way to the couch and sit there. You’d come out of the shower with your robe and find him sitting there like a lost puppy.

You knew right away that he needed some reassurance for this first night. He was afraid to invade your personal space and he wanted to isolate himself from you. You sit beside him as you hook your arm around his bare one and you lace your fingers together. Jungkook tense up as you lay your head on his shoulder. You stayed that way till he finally spat out his deepest feelings .

“ T-To tell t-the truth , I’m just so so so nervous. I can’t even look at you right now!!! What if you hate me and you want a divorce after this ??!!”

You chuckle at his hilarious response , because even if he was a meme lord , he still lacked some confidence when it came to express himself and you found that side of him adorable.

“ W-WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING ?! THIS IS NOT FUNNY !!!” he’d ruffle his hair before pouting “ You’re my wife now… what am I supposed to do?!! ” he freaks out

“ Nothing has changed jungkook-ah” you’d touch his cheek “ We may be wife and Husband , but you’re still my boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook”

“ You sure about that ? ” he’d blink “ Won’t it change something if I kiss you? We will be kissing as husband and wife. Y/n , I can’t believe we’re doing this ” he blinks while staring at your robe

“ Relax. I won’t bite you on the first night ” you nudge him

“ Can you hold me , please ? ” Jungkook would give you the puppy eyes

That’s how you jungkook spent the night in your embrace talking about how surreal it felt for him to have married the amazing person you are. He was innocent and still pure. This was why you loved him in the first place .

Still Falling For You - Chibs

Imagine being Chibs Old Lady and Jax little sister and things happening around season 6 but also mixed with end of a SOA when Chibs making out with Althea Jarry

This is my first imagine and English isn’t my native language.


Originally posted by outlaws-and-anarchy

Originally posted by belwederchi

I was lying on bed in my temporary dorm in club house. Club had an lockdown and as always I was thinking if my old man - now V. President - is still alive.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Karrianne said and she enter the bathroom. She came to USA about a month before. As she say, she had huge fight with Fiona and also she wanted to see her father. And here we are, three weeks later she is still with us. I really liked Karrianne but I were sick of this whole situation. 

“Can I come in?” I heard and you took a look towards a door where Tara were standing with Thomas on the hands. 

“Of course.” I smile gently and sit down. “Where is Abel?”

“He’s sleep in a dorm.” she sit down next to me and gave me Thomas when I reach out for him.

“Hello little boy.” I smiled and kiss his forhead.

“How do you feel?” Tara asked. 

“Everything is alright.” I sighed. 

I was pregnant with Chibs and almost everyone knew it. Almost, because Karrianne doesn’t. Chibs said he’ll tell her but he still doesn’t and I was too scared to tell her.

“What’s about you and Chibs? From what i saw in a last few days you don’t even talk.”

And here it comes. Hard truth.

“We haven’t talk for at least three weeks. He even stop coming home. Everything goes shitty. I don’t feel like his wife anymore.” I admitted.

“It’s not your fault Y/N. It’s because of club. He become a Vice President and he got so much on his head.”

“I don’t know Tara…he was so happy when I told him about a baby and since then we don’t even had sex and…Oh God…” tears streams into my eyes. “ Few days ago i found envelope out front and inside were photos where *sob* he’s fucking this cop *sob*”

Tara hugged me and I tried my best not to cry.

“Can we talk Karrianne?” I asked her when she were lying next to me reading book.

“Yeah. “ She placed book on a night table and look at me.

“Oh…first of all i want to tell you I’m…I am pregnant…”

And she’ll kill me now, right? 

“It’s…wow.” Big smile showed on her face. “I will be a big sister?”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Yeah…you will be.” I smiled gently.

“Dads know? How long is it? When baby will be born?”

I laughed. That was so sweet.

“It’s beginning of twelfth week, Chibs know and doctor said that baby would be born December 25th.”

“In Christmas? It’s so cool.”

“I think that to. But look Karrianne. Me and your father…I don’t think it’s can work anymore and I decided to leave Charming and him…”

“You sure, Y/N? I thought everything is alright between him and you.”

“Im sure Karri…it’s…I think he didn’t love me anymore.”

“Oh…i’m so sorry.” she hugged me tight and I do the same. She was so good girl and great daughter thereform I seen.

“I have thought that it’s will be better if you back to Belfast. It’s very dangerous here and I can go with you and then I see when I go next. I don’t want to live in Charming anymore…”

“I think it’s good idea. It’s gonna be alright.”

“Where the fuck is she?” Chibs snapped and he hit into counter.

“Easy, man. You need to calm down. Maybe she goes to Gemma’s place.” Tig said and sat next to him.

“Two days? She would tell me.”

“Told you? You kidding man?” Tig laughed. “You’re not even talk with her so how could she make that?”

“Fuck you Tig. You have no idea how it is having an Old Lady.”

“So in your mind having Old Lady and fucking another woman in the same time is good? Nice.”

Chibs took a step forward him but Jax stopped him.

“Tell him Chucky.” Jax beckoned for Chucky who puzzled look at them.

“Oh…yeah. Lady Y/N flew with miss Karrianne to Belfast.”

“What?!” Chibs screamed. “Belfast?! And you telling me that now? Shit! What ‘bout you Jax? It’s your sister. Why are you so claim?”

“Becaus I understand that. And I should have killed you so better fix this or i will do this.”

“Can i take a look of your belly?” Karrianne smiled kneeling next to me on her bed. I had been in Belfast at least two weeks. Chibs, Gemma and other club members wanted to contact with me but I simply turn off my phone. All that time I have lived with Karrianne and Fiona which was so akward. I couldn’t even look Fiona in the eye. Also Karrianne become my best friend. Is this sick? As fuck, but it just happend. Now we were sitting in Kerrianne room and Fiona were somewhere outside.

“No. You can’t. I’m not a museum object.” I laughed.

“I know, but it’s my last year of school and I’m planning to be gynaecologist so I need to practise.”

“No you’re not. You’re a liar but okay. Here you go.” I rolled up my T-shirt. Karri took my curved belly softly and I smiled slightly. 

“You know baby sex?”



“It’s a boy.”

“I will have a baby brother? It’s awesome! Can I go with you for a next visit?”

“Of course but provided you never wanna look at my belly again.”

“Fine.” She roll one’s eyes. “ I have an idea. How about going to Trinity?”

“Okay.” You stand up with little smile. 

The truth was that Trinity was your sister too. You, she and Jax were all John kids. You heard about about it from Jax and since then you wanted to know her and here you have your opportunity.

“Maybe we can go to Club House? Having some beer and other stuff.” Trinity offered.

“I can’t have a bear.” I spitted what makes them both giggled.

“So you gonna have a coke or orange juice.” Trini smiles taking her jacket from a rack.

“Okay.” I stand up from a counter and i wear my jacket.

“I call mom we will be late.” Karrianne said and goes to the base.

“So…you’re Jax sister.” Trinity start looking at me.

“From what I heard from my mother…” I spitted.

“And you’re John…my father daughter.” She said quietly.

“I can say the same about you.”

“It’s…it’s nice to have a sister i guess.”

“I guess…I mean…I spend my whole life with boys and overprotective brother dreaming about sister with who I can talk about all this handsome ones around the club.” 

We both laughed and I hugged her.It was so…weird but also good feeling.

Not that long later I was outside of Belfast Club. Many bikers and crew eaters all around me. Many of them had been coming to me for a talk or something because who doesn’t want to talk with John daughter, President sister and V Presindent wife.

I was sitting on a picnic table with Karrianne. She was drinking beer and I have orange juice which was so funny for me.

“You sure you can drinking beer, young lady?” I look at her.

“Of course I can. In better world of course. By birthday is on 2nd September.”

“You can’t drink in my opinion.”

“So what you haven’t drinking in my age?”

“I had and that was about that time I start dating with Filip.” I laughed.


“Yeah. I…it’s so long actually. nearly eight years. I still remember Jax’s face when he find out.” I smiled gently for that memory. Tears streams into my eyes. “God…I miss him so much…”

“Hey…don’t cry Y/N. It will be okay.”

And then I heard sound of the bikes and some of them drew into club place. Afterwards everyone started greeting bikers. Sons Of Anarchy from fucking California.

“Is that boys from Charming?”

“Yeah…I think it’s smart for me to back home.” I standed up and she do the same.

“I don’t think you got any time. See you later Y/N” She hugged me and she go. “ Hello daddy.” She said to Chibs. She greeted him quickly and she run.

“Y/N…” He came to me and he eyeballed me. I haven’t heard his voice so long.

“Filip…” I said and I dried out my cheeks from tears which I didn’t notice before. Chibs hugged me tight and I do the same. I missed him so much.

“I’m so sorry baby girl. I was such a bastard. You should gave me a bullet but i beg you to forgive me. I don’t know how but I will fix all of this shit.”

“I know you will Chibs. I know.”

Ratchet’s Mom - A Fan Theory

What you read below should be taken with a grain of salt.
Or maybe an entire salt shaker.

I can’t say I am super familiar with all Ratchet and Clank games, but in A Crack In Time the matter of Ratchet’s mother’s identity was so hilariously skirted around, it got me thinking.

Alister keeps going on about Kaden, but when it comes to Ratchet’s mom, he doesn’t even mention her name. He remembers some friend of hers, and provides her name and a bit of trivia, but Ratchet’s mom is like a Lombax-shaped blank space in that story.

Or is it Lombax-shaped? ;D

What if Ratchet’s mother has been in the story all along? What if we’ve already met that person? What if there is a good reason why Alister doesn’t want to talk about her or even mention her name? What if Ratchet met his mother and never knew???

Time to outdo Darth Vader’s “I am your father” with something far more sinister.

What if Ratchet’s mother is responsible for the Lombax disappearance and currently rules Polaris with an iron fist?

What if Ratchet’s mom is Percival Tachyon?

Are you still with me? Good, take this in: Kaden married an alien behind everybody’s back. Even behind Alister’s. Nobody knew who his wife was, the identity of that person was like the biggest Lombax secret. Why did Kaden hide his interspecies affair? The reasons could be numerous. But the main one is:

Kaden was so smitten with Percival (who wouldn’t be?), that he was sure every other Lombax in existence would instantly try to steal his spouse. And Alister Azimuth, that handsome bastard, would have real chances of succeeding.

Percival’s education on Vapedia came to an end and he couldn’t wait to return to Fastoon and work on some major projects. Kaden tried hard to dissuade him, but failed. Percy, being the strong independent Cragmite that he is, did not change his surname upon marriage, so when he came to Fastoon as an inventor, nobody associated him with Kaden.

In a last attempt to secure their marriage Kaden decided to try and discourage Alister from collaborating with his Cragmite wife:

We all know how that worked out.

Now you might be asking yourselves, hey, didn’t Percival have his evil plan to avenge his kind yadda yadda? Well, he did! He was studying abroad for that very purpose. The tuition fees were cheaper on Vapedia, don’t judge him. Either way when he met Kaden they managed to work his vengeful issues out. Or so they thought.

Then they had Ratchet. And your know, pregnancy can really mess with your head, hormones and all that… And Percy had a sudden craving for the death of all Lombaxes… and cupcakes.

Wait, now, do I hear you asking “How the hell did they even have Ratchet?”, so glad you asked. Since canon is really imprecise on Cragmite reproduction, my assumption is - they only have one sex. That’s why Cragpoles fall out of dead Cragmites, they just insta-fuck themselves before death. Now, a Lombax and a Cragmite, that’s an entirely different story. Since it is not said in canon that they are incompatible, I will assume they could be!

So Ratchet isn’t a Lombax, he’s a Lomite or… Cragbax? The bioscans just detect some Lombax genes in him and identify him as such. Poor bastard has no idea.

Percival must have developed some delusions or memory loss not to acknowledge his own offspring, and it is sad. But even in canon we see he suspects something. “Only I know your true name” - you sure do, Percy, you’re the one that named him (possibly).

Now, back to the part where Percival has a postpartum depression and attacks Fastoon. Kaden doesn’t want his unstable spouse to get hurt and he tells the rest of the Lombaxes the truth about him and Percival. They’re all shocked. Alister the most. He balls his fists and tells Kaden he should have revealed that earlier. Because he had no idea he’s been screwing his best friend’s wife for the last couple of years.

Now the rest of the Lombaxes just don’t want to live in the same dimension as these Cragmite-fuckers any longer. A couple hundred of them are so shocked and disgusted they just die. The survivors walk backwards into another dimension. The two Cragmite-fuckers are forbidden from ever joining them. As the majority of the Lombaxes are leaving, Lorna Cross stays behind. The others don’t even ask any questions, they just walk quicker.

Kaden, having decided neither of them is apparently good parent material, sends Ratchet away. Then he tries to calm down his raging spouse, but that does not end well.

And that is why Ratchet’s mom is never shown or named. The truth is out there and it can drive a man insane and make him want to turn back time so he doesn’t fuck his best friend’s wife.

“I made a mistake.” - Alister Azimuth

The moral of this story is: don’t make nameless fridged female characters or I will find a way to replace them with the villain.

Broken Lives [Wonwoo Angst] Part 1

Genre: Angst

Summary: He left you without telling you why. For three years, you lived all alone, wondering where he disappeared to until one day, you save a child from a car accident. The pain from the accident hurt, but the truth why he left hurt more.

Part 2    Part 3

The streets were dimly lit, making the stars in the sky visible. Stopping your night stroll for a moment, you tilted your head and gazed at the millions of specks shining beautifully above. You missed it. You missed laying on the field of grass at the park and taking in the breathtaking view of what seemed like a black cloth scattered with silverdust. You missed him. You missed the one who was always there beside you, holding you tightly in his arms as you rested against his shoulder. Watching the stars was something you two did together, side by side, forgetting all troubles or problems and simply enjoying each other’s company under the night sky. But now, it was just you and the stars. The moon shone the brightest but you wondered how it could stand being all alone. It was the obvious odd one out and you realised how much it reminded you of yourself. Did you ever have another moon beside you way up there? Well, I used to have someone with me way down here. I guess we both lost them.

Smiling slightly, you found it funny how you were talking to the moon. It made you feel even lonelier than you already felt. After all, you wouldn’t be talking to it if he was still around. You wondered how he was doing without you. Was life better for him after he left you? It sure wasn’t better for you. Then again, he was the one who fell out of love. You had always loved him and without a doubt, you still did. Perhaps that was the reason why you let him go so easily. If he wouldn’t be happy with you, you’d rather him be happy with someone else.

“Ah, what am I doing really…I should be getting back home by now..” You muttered to yourself and continued your walk down the street. You could almost feel his hand holding yours, the familiar feeling from years ago which you couldn’t seem to forget.

“Myungsoo!” A shout came from behind you and you turned your head to find a small boy standing on the road, clutching a stuffed toy carrot in his hands. What is a little kid doing on the road? The shout came from a woman who was walking down the pavement, waving her hand to get the boy to get off the road. There are cars and it’s dangerous! What is she even doing? Walking? All of a sudden, you saw a dim light from afar and you found yourself on the road, holding the little boy in your arms. The light became brighter and soon, it blinded your eyes when you found yourself right next to it. Pushing the kid away from you with just enough force so as to hurt him as little as possible, you shut your eyes tight and dealt with the intense force that came in a split second, knocking you down instantly. You heard a shriek and felt immense pain, pain that you’ve never felt before. Am I going to die?  A certain liquid trickled down your head and your vision became a blur. It hurts so bad. Soon, the pain went away and the lights went out.

Groggy. You head pounded and your whole body ached. Why did you feel as if half your body was wrapped up? Gradually opening your eyes, you tried to adjust to the light as your hand lifted up to support yourself. Shit. With one movement, you felt a sharp pain shoot through your left arm which caused you to fall back onto the bed. So I can’t move my left arm. Gritting your teeth, you lifted your right arm and surprisingly, it didn’t hurt at all. Gripping the bar beside your bed, you slowly got up and frowned when you felt something heavy on your right thigh and something even heavier on your left. Having sat completely upright, you saw the cast on your arm and two heads resting peacefully on your lap. You were shocked but you decided to stay still just in case you woke them up. Who in the world are they? Why is there a man and a boy sleeping at my bedside? All you knew was that you were in the hospital with your left arm, right leg and forehead wrapped up with bandages. Right, the accident. Light was pouring in from the window, making it clear that it was daytime. Crap, it’s the next day? Sighing, you closed your eyes and leant against the bedframe. The weight on your left leg seemed familiar, as if you remembered it from somewhere. Has anyone ever rested on my…oh gosh. 

Your eyes shot open, and you stared at the man’s sleeping figure, his hair, his shoulders, his hands…those hands…you knew it. A ring. You noticed an unfamiliar ring on the familiar hand, your eyes then shifted to the sleeping boy. “Myungsoo!” The voice that called out from behind you the previous night rang in your head and you finally pieced everything together. So Wonwoo has a family now. And your heart broke into a million pieces.

This was the first time you’ve seen him in 3 years since he left you. He didn’t tell you why he left. One day, you woke up and he was just gone but now you knew why. Myungsoo was definitely older than 4, you could tell by his speech and his size. To confirm it, there was a bag with a kindergarten’s logo on it which had the name ‘Jeon Myungsoo’ on it. So Myungsoo was born while we were still dating. Jeon Wonwoo. How could you do this to me?

Using your right hand, you pushed Wonwoo off your lap and gently shifted Myungsoo’s head from your lap onto the bed. Wonwoo stirred in his sleep but didn’t wake, making you remember how he was a heavy sleeper. Getting off the bed was a challenge, having an arm and leg down but it wasn’t impossible to plonk yourself onto the wheelchair waiting for you beside your bed. You were broken, your heart was shattered and hatred and disappointment filled you. All the ‘I Love You’s, all the kisses and hugs, all the dates were all fake. Somewhere out there while you were loving Wonwoo with all your heart and believing that he was yours, he had a child.

You wheeled yourself to the lounge area in the hospital where the entire wall was made of glass. Brick by brick, your walls came tumbling down. You didn’t care who saw you crying, you didn’t care whether people would judge. You just broke down. The sobs weren’t loud. In fact, they were silent ones, but the soft cries were always the worst. Wonwoo killed your trust, your self-esteem, your happiness. There were so many explanations for why he left but you had never thought that it was because he had a family out there.

Suddenly, you felt a strong pair of arms around you. You knew very well who they belonged to and you didn’t want that pair of filthy arms to touch you. “Get off me.” Managing to choke out those three words, you looked at the window where you could see Wonwoo’s reflection.


“Fine. You don’t want to leave, then explain to me. Explain to me how Myungsoo can be older than four and be your son when you left me only three years ago. Tell me who’s the lady that I saw, strolling towards her son who was on the freaking road and probably not even caring whether he was in danger or not.” Wonwoo’s hands fell to his sides as he looked away, too ashamed to face you.

“I…Myungsoo…Wait what did you say? There was a lady who was walking when Myungsoo was on the road?” He asked, tone sounding uneasy as if he didn’t really want to hear the truth. So even he is surprised how his wife can be so nonchalant about her own son in the middle of the road.

“________ I-I know you hate me and I’m a liar-”

“Then leave me alone. I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to be reminded about how I’ve had to live all alone for the past three years without an explanation, I don’t want to be reminded how much I’ve missed watching the stars with you. Wonwoo, I don’t want to be reminded how you are married with a wife and child.” Closing your eyes, you held in as much tears as you could and took a deep breath to calm yourself down.

“You left me so easily. I’m sure staying away isn’t that hard.” Turning your wheelchair, you held the glass for support. Seeing you struggling, Wonwoo held the handle on your wheelchair and helped you turn completely around and you could tell because moving around wasn’t normally so easy.

“You made me feel pathetic when you left me.” Reaching behind you, you pushed away his hands. Your left arm hurt a little from that slight movement and you cringed. Seeing this, his hands automatically reached out for you again but your glare which was full of resentment and hate stopped him from doing so.

“Don’t make me feel worse. I can live without you.” Placing your right hand firmly on the wheel, you gave it a push away from Wonwoo and continued the tiring movement until you were completely out of sight. You were gone from my life. You can’t just come back when you want to.

Entering the room, you saw Myungsoo sitting on the bed with a colouring book in his hands. Seeing him reminded him of what Wonwoo did to you but you couldn’t help but smile at how much he resembled the man you loved so much. What puzzled you was the fact that Myungsoo stayed overnight, sleeping in such an uncomfortable position. Why didn’t he go back home? Myungsoo saw you and hopped off the bed.

“Myungsoo, I’ll ask you a question okay?” You smiled and Myungsoo nodded his head cutely, taking a seat in front of you. “Why did you sleep overnight here? Didn’t Daddy or Mummy bring you back home? You must have been quite scared after almost being hit by that car.” Scanning him for any injuries, you heaved a sigh of relief when you spotted no wounds. He’s alright. That’s good.

“I wanted to follow Daddy to stay with you. Well, Mummy was supposed to bring me back but she didn’t come.” Myungsoo pouted and you stopped yourself from cursing out loud. His mother didn’t even come? What is she even doing? Is she some crazy busy woman with absolutely no time to spare?

“Then wouldn’t Daddy have sent you back?”

“Daddy said that Mummy would come. He held your hand while I played with some toys and fell asleep. It was very late. Mummy didn’t come and Daddy looked really comfy so I slept too.” Myungsoo grinned sheepishly and you ruffled his hair.

“Daddy looked comfy?”

“Yeah! At home, Daddy sleeps on the hard sofa while Mummy takes the big bed. I don’t know why but Daddy looks like he doesn’t sleep well.” Then, Myungsoo said something that made your eyes grow wide.

“I hate Mummy.”

Wonwoo stood there, looking out of the window. Your words sounded full of anger, full of disdain and he knew that he deserved it. You left me so easily. I’m sure staying away isn’t that hard. All he could think about was you for the past three years and leaving you wasn’t easy at all. Staying away was even harder. Wonwoo would visit your usual places in the hopes of seeing you again but would leave almost immediately, thinking that he had no right to even see you or speak to you again. He was sure that you hated him and he just confirmed it. You made me feel pathetic when you left me. Wonwoo’s heart broke when those words left your lips. All he thought about when he left was preventing you from ever finding out about his child which was so selfish. He made a mistake and he left you in the hopes of his sin never being revealed. But leaving you made you feel worthless as if you were a liability which even your boyfriend couldn’t handle. No. Wonwoo didn’t feel that you were a burden. In fact, you were the most precious person to him in the entire world. But that was why he couldn’t bear to see the person that he loved so much finding out that all along, he was a cheating liar.

Wonwoo always wondered whether he did the right thing. Should he have confessed? But he would have to leave you sooner or later. Myungsoo was his responsibility and he couldn’t have his own child being fatherless. Although Minah was the last person he wanted to be with, Myungsoo was innocent and Wonwoo truly loved him. At first, Minah seemed like a thoughtful and loving person but when they got married, she started showing her true colours. She cared about nobody but herself, going out and leaving Myungsoo at home alone, forgetting to pick him up from Kindergarten, scolding them for every little thing that they did but there was no going back. He already married her.

Suddenly, a thought struck Wonwoo’s head and he whipped out his phone, dialling Minah’s number. As usual, he waited for quite some time before Minah picked up the call. She was probably out there, doing her own things, spending his money.

“What is it?” Minah answered rudely, like how she normally did.

“Why didn’t you come to bring Myungsoo back home? I woke up to find him sleeping in an awkward position on _________’s lap!”

“Oh, it was quite late. Besides, you were there right? You could have brought him back home.” That was what he expected. ‘You could have’. That was what Minah always justified herself with. He could have done it, so why would she? “And I have something to ask you. Why did you spend the night there?”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes and replied, mimicking the sarcastic tone that Minah was using towards him. “Because _________ got into the accident because you didn’t take care of Myungsoo properly.”

“Excuse me, I was calling for Myungsoo to get back on the pavement but he didn’t listen-”

“A car was driving towards him for goodness sake! And you…called for him? What would calling do huh? Magically stop the car from driving or enable Myungsoo to fly out of danger?” His tone was rising higher as his blood boiled at the thought of his wife thinking that she already tried her best to protect Myungsoo.

“I shouted for him to get off the road Wonwoo-”

“_________ ran onto the road and risked her life to save our son. What you did was nothing!” He spat. Minah scoffed and his fist clenched when she did.

“_________ risked her life to save our son? So what? I’ve brought our son up from the very beginning. I gave birth to him. Without her, our son might have died but without me, our son wouldn’t even exist.” Wonwoo was shocked. How could she come up with such ridiculous statements to justify herself? Minah thought that she was the best mother in the world, the best wife?

“You brought up our son? What bullshit. You’re never around. The number of times Myungsoo had to wait for hours at the kindergarten because you don’t show up. The number of times you left him all alone at home-”

“Well, you’re never around either!” She shouted and Wonwoo ended the call. Throwing his phone onto a sofa, Wonwoo ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. Disgusting, irresponsible-

“Daddy?” Wonwoo froze when he heard the soft voice of his dear son from behind him. Myungsoo sounded so frightened and so scared, his voice reminding him of all the other times he walked into a fight. Turning around slowly, he saw Myungsoo wrapping his arms around your neck tightly, face pale as if he recalled a scary nightmare which was partly true. He was recalling the times when Wonwoo fought with Mina at home. Your right arm held Myungsoo’s hand tightly, letting him know that he was safe as long as you were around. The past half an hour had been spent talking with Myungsoo in the hospital room. The little boy told you all the stories of him walking in on Minah shouting ‘mean words’ at Wonwoo, what you guessed was a child’s definition of vulgarities. Myungsoo told you how Wonwoo never had the chance to speak, being cut off by his unreasonable wife before he could even say a word. From all that he told you about, you knew for sure that his home was a crappy environment for a small kid to live in and your heart ached at the thought of him having to go through something like this at such a young age. Wonwoo. You were concerned for him too. No matter how many times you told yourself that you would get over him and that he didn’t matter to you any longer, you knew that you were just kidding yourself. You loved him. You always did.

“M-myungsoo…” Wonwoo felt like he was the biggest failure in the world, the worst boyfriend, now the worst father. Every single time, he would tell himself that he wouldn’t let Myungsoo see him fighting with Minah ever again but history would repeat itself and it just did. He noticed the way his son held onto you tightly, feeling much more secure knowing that you were there to protect him, just like how you did when the accident occurred. He saw how your hand wrapped around Myungsoo’s tightly, assuring him that there was nothing to be afraid about. He saw how his son buried his face in your shirt cutely, the way he said ‘Daddy’ with so much concern and worry. He loved his son. He saw how selfless you were, caring for his child despite having dated him before. He loved you.

“Daddy is angry…” Myungsoo whispered in your ear and although it was meant to be a whisper, Wonwoo heard it loud and clear.

“Daddy isn’t angry at you, Myungsoo. Don’t be afraid. Daddy loves you.” You assure him as you give him a bright smile.

“I know that. Daddy is angry at Mummy. I’m angry at Mummy too.” Again, Wonwoo heard this and his heart sank. I can’t even give him a proper home.

“What did you promise me?” Giving Myungsoo a knowing look, you asked him and his lips curved upwards into a smile. Wonwoo stood there, amazed at how well the both of you got along with each other. A promise? What could Myungsoo promise ________?

“That I’ll support Daddy all the way! Together, we can defeat Mummy for sure!”

“No no no Myungsoo! You’re not supposed to defeat Mummy! Mummy isn’t a bad guy, she just doesn’t know how to express her love for you. Daddy needs you as his strength, as someone whom he can confide in. You’re the one that makes Daddy happy. You’re a very important person.”

“Yeah! You promised me something too!” Myungsoo looked at you and you pinched his nose. Wonwoo watched as you handed Myungsoo a piece of paper. Receiving it, Myungsoo beamed at you and unlatched himself from you. Walking to Wonwoo, he held his father’s hand which made you smile. Father and son standing side by side was such a lovely sight. If only Wonwoo had married someone better. 

“Okay Myungsoo! You better go back home now and get some rest!” Nodding his head, Myungsoo waved goodbye as you turned your wheelchair around to go back to the hospital room.

“_________.” Wonwoo called your name and you sighed. Ignoring him, you continued pushing the wheel but you stopped suddenly.

“Wonwoo. Let me go.” Why did he want to make life so hard for you? You were trying so hard to forget about him but there he was, reminding you just how much you couldn’t let him go.

“I need to talk with you, _________. Please, just-”

“Your son. Your son is so precious and I can’t bear to see him get hurt but you? I hate you Wonwoo. You’re the last person I want to see, the last person I want to talk to so please go away.”

“I’m trying, _________. I still love you, I always have. I miss you and it hurts me to know that you dislike me so much-”

“You love me? You feel…hurt? Newsflash Wonwoo! You had a child while you dated me, left me for a horrible woman and I am the one feeling hurt. I am the one who cried all night and thought about you all day.”

“I left because I didn’t want to continue being with you because I felt guilty that I was lying!”

Remembering that Myungsoo was standing there, you held a hand up to stop Wonwoo from talking. “Myungsoo sees you and her fighting all the time. I don’t want him to see us fighting too.” Wonwoo was surprised at how you thought about his son’s feelings even as you were in an argument, something that Minah would never do. Something that he himself didn’t do. “Go to him, bring him back home and let him rest well. Stop wasting your breath on someone whom you’ve already lost.” And with that, you pushed the wheel, bringing yourself further and further away from him with each push. If only I hadn’t stopped to see the stars. Then I wouldn’t be here today. But then if you hadn’t, Myungsoo might have been knocked down. If only Wonwoo’s wife was someone better. Then leaving me would have been worth it. Then I would at least know that he’s happy. But it still broke you, the fact that he chose someone else over you. If only I hadn’t met him. But meeting him was the best thing that happened to you in your entire life. If only I didn’t love him. But you did.

Woah, this is the longest thing I’ve ever written…idek, I have a lot of feels for Wonwoo these days…should I write a part 2 where the thing you gave Myungsoo will be revealed? Hahahha….besides, Minah has to be dealt with and more angst has to be done…Like usual, feel free to give comments and requests are allowed! Have a lovely day guys~

- Admin Clef

anonymous asked:

I'm the anon who mainly sends Kouen requests... I love him to death (sorry) so can I have a scenario where his wife is pregnant but has always been extremely clumsy?

I love him too. I am reminded I should probably do a happy ending for that one thing I wrote a few weeks back. Ha, ha, ha. :’D

-Red Toxon

Kouen Ren trying to keep his family safe

“Kouen, why do you have so many guards posted around me?” You glance up from what you reading as the thought had dawned upon you. It’s normal for the pregnant wife of a prince to have a lot of guards, but there’s so many, and they wont even let you walk anywhere.

Kouen just stares at you, his expression his usual one. The cold look of knowing more than everyone. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Usually he’ll tell the truth about things, but when it comes to you… and about how clumsy you are, he’ll keep it to himself.

“I think fifty men surrounding your wife is way too many,” you mutter, getting a raise of Kouen’s eyebrow.

It should be maids,”  he muses, “I’ll switch it for female staff. How could I have been so careless in that detail.”

“Ha! So you admit,” you try to stand on your own, but then two sets of hands grab your own hands to help you to your feet with soft murmurs from the guards 
         “forgive us your highness.” “extremely sorry.”

You pry your hands free from them. “You admit you have posted all these extra guards!”

Calmly the man puts down his own reading material, getting to his own feet. He walks over to you, setting a kiss to your lips, then leaning to set a kiss on your  stomach. Only three or so months left. “I just want our first one to be safe. We have enemies in Kou,” he whispers, omitting that one of those enemies is your lack of grace.