she needs to start falling for him soon

ACOTAR Sleeping Headcanons

Rhys - Rhys loves sleep. He was a spoiled little High Lord when he was little and he was always allowed to sleep in and it’s a bad habit he hasn’t been able to get rid of. He’s usually quiet and doesn’t move much but he’ll occasionally mumble in his sleep. He’s a super heavy sleeper. It’s incredibly hard to wake him up - much to Nuala & Cerridwen or Feyre’s annoyance, depending on who has to wake him up - and he always tries to sneak in a few more minutes of sleep. Usually, that also means that he clings to Feyre and tries to keep her in bed as well which sometimes makes her incredibly late for whatever High Lady appointments she has.  He prefers to sleep either in a pair of silk pyjama pants because there’s never a need for a shirt (Rhys is a walking furnace and he’s always too hot) or completely nude which is what he usually goes for. The truth is that he doesn’t just love sleep, he also loves just lying around in bed, being lazy, cuddling Feyre or frolicking around in the soft sheets so even after he wakes up it takes him ages to actually get out of bed. Over the years, Feyre’s learned that morning sex is Rhys’ favourite thing and if she hints that he can join her in the shower afterwards, he’ll be out of bed in no time.

Cassian - Cassian snores. As commander, he needs to be able to get as much rest as possible even in a short amount of time so he falls asleep as soon as he lays down and starts snoring in the next 5 minutes. He doesn’t move at all for the whole night, though, and will wake up in the same position he fell asleep in, often with one or more numb limbs if he slept in a particularly uncomfortable position. The one exception to that rule is if he’s sleeping next to someone else - he’s super clingy and will automatically gravitate towards the other person and cuddle them. Nesta can’t get away from him during the night even if she wanted to because he always has an iron grip around her waist, keeping her close. There have also been plenty of instances where Mor walked into the house of wind to find Cass and Rhys taking a nap on the couch and cuddling without even realising but neither of them were embarrassed by it. He often falls asleep fully clothed if he’s had to train the Illyrians all day and he’s tired but he prefers sleeping fully naked (obviously). HE’S THE NAPPING KING! He’s also up at the crack of dawn and goes to train for an hour or two before starting his day. He’s not a ridiculously light sleeper like Feyre but he does wake up pretty easily. He’s half aware of his surroundings even if he’s asleep because he used to sleep outside when he was young and not paying attention to your surroundings or not waking up when you hear a noise can cost you your life. Later, his ability to wake up when he hears noise helped him wake Rhys or Az up when they were having nightmares and stay up all night and talk to them to make them forget their demons. Now, he helps Nesta with the same thing.

Azriel - Az finds it hard to sleep in new places. He usually feels safest when he knows he’s alone in a room with only his shadows to guard him. He sleeps curled in on himself, on his side, his hands on his chest - some part of him possibly trying to keep them protected. He’s most vulnerable when he’s asleep which is something he’s aware of and hates so if he is able to sleep in the same room as someone else it means that he really trusts them. He wakes up a lot during the night, not necessarily from nightmares but he always jolts awake suddenly and has to take in his surroundings and make sure he’s in a safe space before trying to fall asleep again. When he was young, he got used to Cass’ snores and Rhys’ light mumbling and that made him able to sleep better because as long as he could hear them, he knew where he was and that they were all safe. Now he listens to Elain’s soft breathing and that lulls him to sleep. He’s usually not able to go back to sleep after he hears Cass has woken up and just joins him for training but most mornings Cass tries to be quiet and to let the Shadowsinger get a couple more much needed hours of sleep.

Caught In The Crossfire // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Female on Male), Unprotected Sex, Extremely Graphic Violence, Very Graphic Deaths, Angst, Physical Torture, Swearing, and your heart might just break. 

Word Count: 8,123

Song: Trouble by Halsey

A/N: I was definitely not expecting this fic to take the turn it does but, honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Shoutout to my ultimate homie @stilinski-jpeg for letting me pester her with ideas and helping me decide which ones to add to the fic. I love you, sis. Anyway, I really hope you guys like this because, fuck, I sure do. 

Mitch Rapp is the ultimate secret agent this world has ever seen — James Bond doesn’t even come close enough to compare to him. Ever since Katrina’s death, he has completely dedicated his life to clearing the planet of terrorists. He fights crime, kills bad guys and saves innocent lives on a daily basis. The CIA has even gone as far as to call Mitch Rapp the perfect weapon, capable and skilled beyond imagination.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is the scariest and most badass villain out there, very well known all over the world for her vicious crimes. Stealing, kidnapping, making a fortune off the black market, torturing her enemies and, especially, brutally killing are some of her many specialties. People around the planet talk about and even fear (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for what she has already done and what she is planning on doing next.

So, you’d think that when Mitch Rapp was assigned to eliminate this particular target who has caused enough chaos around her, he would’ve immediately killed her the first chance he got, right?


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She was breathtaking. She would never think so herself, but man she drew every eye in the room. 

They way her dark blue dress clung to her curves, and the smile she was wearing made her eyes sparkle in the dim lighting. 

Shawn was watching her from across the room. He would feel his chest tighten when she would laugh for smile at someone else. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was jealous. Jealous of the fact that he wasn’t the one making her laugh or smile like that. 

He was hating that he got to walk in, with her on his side, and then had to split up during the party because he had to meet with the record label President. 

She understood, knowing that Shawn had to talk up the new album. He had to do his job, this was just a part of it. 

But she wished that he was here to hold her to his side, hand on her back, while this creepy guy spoke to her. Well not to her, more like, to her breasts.

Shawn noticed, he noticed how every man looked at her in the room. It made his blood boil, she was his and not anyone else’s. He hates that others even get to see her like that. 

He’s biting his lip as he watches her from across the room. 

“Shawn?” Is what pulls him from his glare.

“Hmm what?” He asks looking over at Andrew.

“Are you paying attention? They asked how the third album is coming along?”

“Oh yeah, it’s going good. I just wrote a new song with Geoff, hoping to record it this week.” He nods, letting his gaze fall back to her. 

He starts fiddling with the ring on his middle finger, taking in deep breaths as the man she is talking too moves in closer. 

“Where is Geoff?” Andrew asks. 

Shawn ignores the question. Eyes going wide, and angry as the man moves forward, grabbing her arm. 

She looks scared, Shawn can tell from the look on her face. The man pulls her closer to him, he’s right in her face. She’s trying to push him away but he’s got a tight hold on her arm. 

“What the fuck.” Shawn growls as he pushes past the crowd, rushing to get to her. 

She’s looking around, hoping someone will see what is going on. Hoping to find Shawn. She can’t find him anywhere. 

The panic in her chest rising, this guy just won’t let go and he’s starting to hurt her. 

“Let go of me!” She screams as he puts both hands on her. 

“Let go of her!” A yell comes from behind her making her flinch. 

“I think you need to mind  your own business.” The man glares at Shawn.

“She is my business, you need to let her the fuck go.” Shawn growls.

“Get lost man, I grabbed her first. I’ll let you have your turn when I’m done.” 

“Y/n duck.” Shawn said. She did as told and ducked her head, looking down. 

All she heard was a rush of air and the crack of someone’s nose. The tight grip on her arms is released and she moves away from the guy. 

He’s on the ground clutching his mouth and nose, blood gushing every where. She looks over at Shawn who is shaking out his right hand and breathing hard. 

“Shawn what the fuck?” Andrew yells. 

“Don’t.” She squeaks trying to warn Andrew to back off and let him cool down. 

“Shut it.” Andrew says putting a hand up in front of her face. “Shawn,” He starts, angry.

But Shawn has had enough of people treating his girl with disrespect. 

“What the fuck did you just say to her?” Shawn snaps, getting into Andrews face.

“Shawn don’t do this.” She pleads trying to grab at his arm.

“No what did you just say?”

“Shawn, let’s go for a walk. Cool you down.”

“Y/n, I need you to let go.” Shawn says lowly, moving his gaze to her. 


“I’m too heated and I don’t want to hurt you, let go.”

“Stop it, you’d never hurt me.”

“Y/N I SAID LET GO.” He snaps at her. She flinches and backs away, he’s never yelled at her like that before. 

“Shawn!” She says covering her mouth. He looks over at her, about to yell again. But the words get caught in his throat as he notices the scared look on her face. The face she made when the man was grabbing her, she was staring at him like that. 

“Y/n, baby I’m so sorry.” He snaps back to reality starting to walk to her.

“No, stop.” She says shaking her head. She lets a tear fall and walks away from him. 

“No! Y/n.” He chases after her.

By the time he catches up with her, she’s already in the car, driving off without him. 

“Geoff.” He calls as he sees Geoff across the way. “I need your car.” He yells sprinting to him.


“Don’t start with me, give me your fucking keys.” Shawn says holding out his hand. 

Geoff knows something is seriously wrong, and digs into his pocket throwing the keys into Shawn’s hand. 

Shawn runs to the car, starting it as soon as he can. He has to find her and apologize. He never ever wanted to see that look on her face again. He can’t believe he snapped on her like that. 

He throws the car in park next to the one she drove home, rushing up the stairs to the apartment. He opens the door, surprised it isn’t locked. 

“Y/n?” He calls out. 

No response. 

His heartbeat beating out of his chest. 

He can’t lose her.

“Y/n?” He calls out again. 

He’s walking around the apartment trying to find her. He stops in front of their master bathroom. 

He can hear her crying. He goes to open the door, but this one is locked. 

“Baby.” He sighs against the door. “Open the door please.” 

“Go away.” She whines. 

“No, Baby, please talk to me.” 

“Please Shawn go away.” She says, sobbing. 

His chest clenches and it feels like his heart is ripped out of his body as he can hear her sobbing on the other side of the door. He hates that he can’t hold her, rock her back and forth. 

“I’ll wait Baby.” He sighs. He hears her sigh and choke back a sob. He turns and leans his back on the door. 

He wipes his face and closes his eyes as he starts to cry himself. 

An hour passes and he slides down the door, sitting on the floor with his back and head against the door. The sobbing stopped and he’s pretty sure she’s fallen asleep but he’s true to his word. 

He’ll wait. 

He’s wiping his tears as the door clicks and opens. Before he can respond he falls back, as the thing holding him up moves, and he hits his head on the floor.

“Jesus Shawn are you okay?” Y/n crouches down to check on him. 

He looks up at her with a small smile.

“So much better now.” He whispers letting his hand cup her face, using his thumb to wipe her dried tears away. She closes her eyes leaning into his hand. “I’m so sorry Baby, I don’t even know what the hell I was doing. I was so angry that that guy touched you, I’m sorry about that too.” He starts rambling.

“Stop, stop, Shawn, stop.” She hushes him. He sits up, as she sits on the floor in front of him. She crosses her legs and he does the same, letting his hands rest on her thighs. 

“No, I should have been there with you the whole time. I should have stepped in when I saw the guy approach you.” He sighs. “I shouldn’t of hit him, but all I saw was red. Especially when he spoke of you like you were a toy or some shit.” He shakes his head. “I lost it, he treated you so wrong and you didn’t deserve that. I couldn’t help myself, I had to punch him. He had to know that what he was doing was wrong.”

“Shawn, I’m not angry at you.” She stops his rambling by putting her hands on his face. 

“But you should be.”

“Why? Because you stood up for me? Because you punched a guy that was talking about sexually abusing me?” She spoke truthfully. His jaw clenches and he closes his eyes as she says that. 

“But I don’t,”

“No, you listen to me. I love that you get jealous. I love that you stand up for me at all times. I love that you’ll punch a guy and not worry about the consequences just because he spoke disrespectfully to me. Shawn I love that side of you, I love you.” 

“Stop, don’t say that.” He sighs. 

“Shawn?” She asks confused.

“No I scared you. I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I snapped at you like that. I was just so mad, and then Andrew started to get in on it. He should never speak to you like that. But the look on your face.” He sighs covering his face with his hands. “Jesus Y/n I can’t get the look on your face out of my head.” 

“Shawn.” She grabs his hands, moving them away. He closes his eyes, not looking at her. “Look at me.” She says softly. He shakes his head. “Shawn look at me.” She says again.

“No Y/n.” 

She’s lost her patience.

“Dammit Shawn, look at me!” She raises her voice at him. He looks up, searching her face. “Shawn, I should have listened to you. You told me to let go. I knew how heated you were, I knew it. I was just trying to get you away from the group. I didn’t want you to do something you would regret. I just wanted you to calm down for a second.” She explains. “I knew it, I should have listened. Tried to get into your head in a different way.” 

“I did do something I regret.” He sighed.

“What did you do Shawn? When I left what did you do?”

“When you left? What no. I regret snapping at you like that. I have never yelled at you, ever and all of the sudden it happened.”

“Shawn it’s okay.” She tried.

“No, it’s not. I wasn’t me, I couldn’t see straight.”

“Shawn.” She crawls into his lap. “Stop it’s okay. I know that, I wasn’t crying because you yelled at me. I’m a big girl, I can be yelled at without crying. All my emotions hit me at once. Yes your yelling didn’t help, but it’s like the situation finally clicked in my head. That guy was trying to grab me and take me, and I freaked.” 

“I’m so sorry.” 

“Stop apologizing.” 

“No I’m so sorry. I can’t lose you.”

“You aren’t gonna lose me, ever. Shawn I love you” 

“I love you too.” He smiles weakly.

“How’s your head?”

“Can you kiss it and make it better?” He teases. She smiles and kisses the top of his head. 

“All better?”

“It hurts here too.” He taps his lips. She laughs and leans in and connects their lips.

“That’s helping.” He mumbles against her lips, causing her to giggle.

“How long did you sit here waiting?” She asks as they pull away.

“I don’t know, I would have sat here all night.” He shrugs. 

She smiles and kisses him again. 

“I would wait a lifetime for you.” He grins at her. 

“Stop being cheesy.” She lightly pushes his face away.

“Can’t help it. I love you.” He smiles.

“With the lights on?” She teases. He rolls his eyes and grins at her. 

“If you’ll let me.” He smirks.

“Nice try.” She nods at him. 

“You’re okay though?” He asks becoming serious.

“Yeah Babe I’m fine.” 


“No promises remember.” 

“Stop playing for a second, promise me you’re okay.”

“I promise I’m okay.” She whispers, running her fingers threw his curls. 

“Okay.” He sighs, closing his eyes.

“Does this mean I have a ‘Bad Reputation’ now?” She giggles. 

He shakes his head, kissing her, to stop the teasing. 

Nurse Joy (Task Force x Reader)

Warning: Mentions Of Wounds

Originally posted by fatalitum

“Nurse (Y/N), they are asking for you.” One of the newly recruited nurses called you out from your chambers.

You were the head nurse in Belle Reeve. Yes, indeed was a weird place to work in but you were never a fan of normalcy.

You were the best there was and that is why Waller had assigned you as the main nurse for her Task Force. And, oh, dear, they got wounded a lot.

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The thirteenth installment of The Live On Tour Series:

Harry has been in Phoenix for two days straight.

And for these two days,Y/N has avoided him.She doesn’t reply to his messages,doesn’t say hello,doesn’t even stay inside the room when he enters - she walks straight out.

It’s not that he pissed her off,no,it’s just that what happened in Austin has scarred her.Scarred her in a way where she can’t even look at him without imagining the way his lips felt against hers.

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Electric Heart, Ch. 2

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In which Petunia attempts to be a parent

Petunia felt barely any remorse leaving her house behind, little Harry in a baby carrier supported against her chest. The taxi to the airport was waiting for them.

The only things she would be leaving behind were broken relationships and silent graveyards. She scoffed inwardly. That Dumbledore and his fellows hadn’t even bothered telling her when the funeral would be, nor had they relayed the location of Lily’s grave. For someone who in his letter had claimed to have been very close to the Potters and who had even insinuated to have been some kind of authority in the forces against the Dark Lord Voldemort - for someone like that to attempt to squirm free of his duty to the deceased’s family - Petunia had no words for that level of cowardice.

The more she thought about his actions, the higher rose her fury.

A one year-old child! Alone! On a doorstep!

And not only that - it had been October 31st. As in, Halloween. The one holiday where villains went crazy. Not only were they able to walk freely among pedestrians due to idiotic civilians donning silly disguises to the point of pretending to be villains. No, in the spirit of the holiday they became even more audacious than usual.

The crime rate on this particular holiday was higher by a third than it was on any other day. All day Petunia had been chasing villains and patrolling, some idiots had coordinated unsafe fireworks all over the entire country - and this old fool abandoned a child. In a well-known neighbourhood of heroes, most of which were out on patrol that particular day which made it an attractive target for villain attacks. It had happened last year, in fact, or so her neighbours had told her.

And Harry - Petunia didn’t even want to think about it.

(He was already walking and running like a champion! What if he’d woken and wiggled out of his blanket? Dear God, it was lucky she’d noticed those foolish wizards!)

“Mama?” He’d woken up. His voice was as tiny as the rest of him, and the word broke her heart.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “It’s just us now, Harry.”

He giggled, giving her a blinding smile, not understanding. “Mama!” Petunia felt her eyes stinging.

She hadn’t processed the loss of Lily, not really. There hadn’t been time. Plus, she had a child to care for, she couldn’t allow herself to fall apart. “I’m your Auntie Petunia,” she told him seriously.

“Tuna,” he chirped proudly.  

“There’s a smart lad,” she cooed. “We’re going to Japan now. It’ll be a new, fresh start. Just what we need.”

“Tuna,” he repeated. “Mama? Dada?”

Petunia wouldn’t let herself cry.

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The Joker x Reader- “What You Wish For”

He always blurs out things when he’s mad and takes it out on the wrong people. If he wants you and your daughter to be gone, why not grant his wish? After all, the great Joker doesn’t need anybody around.

“…and you two are always around, I wish you would just disappear!” J grumbles, irritated that his plans for last night’s kidnapping went downhill. Of course he has to take it on somebody and since you and your daughter happen to be right there…again…

“Hey, knock it out!” you urge him, noticing Emma squeezing harder on her teddy bear. She keeps on looking at you and her dad, uneasy. “That would be enough, don’t say things like this in front of our kid!” you frown, stopping what you’re doing for the moment, which is folding her little dresses.

“I mean it, I want you two to vanish! You are in my way, I want to be alone! I need peace and quiet,” he snarls, pacing around the living room, pointing his finger at Emma.

“Where…where should I go, daddy?” she whimpers, backing out a bit.

“I don’t give a damn, just get out of my sight!” The Joker replies, going out on the balcony.

“Are you serious?!” you mutter, not believing what just came out of his mouth. Emma starts crying and you have to go and hug her, trying to comfort a child that doesn’t understand her father’s outbursts. “Daddy didn’t mean it, honey, ok? He’s just upset. Go get ready for bed and I’ll come tuck you in. Stop crying, he didn’t mean it,” you wipe her tears, feeling your heart sink.

“D-does daddy h-hate me?” she stutters in your ear, sniffling.

“No, of course not, never! He can’t hate his little Pumpkin, there’s no way,” you smile, reassuring her, caressing her back to make it better. “Come on, go get ready, I’ll be right there,” and you put her down, watching as she slowly heads towards her bedroom. You deeply inhale and follow J on the balcony, determined to make things right.

He is sitting on the couch, fidgeting with his gun. You stomp towards him and yank the pistol out of his hand, tossing it on the concrete.

“Don’t say mean things to your daughter, do you hear me? She’s not even 6 yet!”
“Get lost, Y/N!” he growls, pushing you away.

“No, I’m not getting lost!” you place yourself in front of him again. “You made her cry, are you happy about that? All that she knows is that you’re her dad and she loves you, she doesn’t grasp your … complicated behavior,” you make it sound as nice as you can since you want to strangle him on the spot.

“Shut up, Y/N!” J reaches for his gun but you take his hand and hold it in place.

“No, you have to go and make it up to her; you shouldn’t say such horrible things to Emma! I don’t care you are in a foul mood, deal with it!” you snap at him, annoyed. You let go of his hand and lift his chin up, forcing him to look at you since he’s avoiding your gaze.

“Is she…really crying?” he sighs, biting on his cheek. The bitter expression on your face confirms it. The Joker grunts, suddenly relaxing his shoulders and unexpectedly burying his face on your tummy. “I didn’t mean it…” you hear his muffled voice and you kick his shin, distancing from him.

“What would you do without us, hm? Don’t take us for granted!” and you turn your back, storming inside, not waiting for an answer. It won’t be a nice one anyway.


The Joker gets inside Emma’s room, watching her play with the toys before bedtime.

“What are you doing, little Princess?” he asks, scratching his head because he doesn’t really know how to handle the situation.

“Waiting for mommy to put me to bed,” she answers getting up from the carpet, a bit startled, squeezing on her teddy bear.

“Wanna fix my hair?” J offers, fully aware that’s her favorite thing to do.

“Really?” she gasps, already searching for the comb, so excited for the opportunity. Children have such a way of being resilient.

He seats on the floor with the back against her bed. She crawls behind him and carefully starts combing his green hair, tracing the strands with her tiny hand.

“Ahhh, that feels good, Pumpkin Pie,” he purrs, closing his eyes. “You’re doing a great job. Can you purr for me?”

She leans over and makes some silly sounds, trying so hard to imitate him and J chuckles, grabbing both of her hands and covering them in kisses.

“I don’t want you to go away, alright?” J tils his head backwards, watching her giggle when he tickles her sides.

“Ok, daddy,” she kisses his Damaged tattoo and he senses that weird ache in his chest again. It’s a strange type of pain The Joker can never quite pinpoint.

You stop in the doorway, leaning against the wall and watch them, pleased your daughter looks happy now.

“Time for bed, honey,” you announce but let him tuck her in. “Did you do daddy’s hair? It looks great,” you praise her, kissing her goodnight and Emma nods a yes, thrilled you like it.

The Joker leans over to cover her with the blanket and kisses the tip of her nose. Emma locks her hands around his neck and pulls him down so she can hug him.

“I love you, daddy,” she snickers, waiting for him to say it back.

“Me too,” J shortly replies, attempting to get out of it.

“No, daddy, you have to say it!” your daughter whines and it makes you so proud.

Good girl, you think. You’re the one that taught her to make J say the words because he needs to: a reminder never hurts.

“I did,” he cheats, trying to trick her.

“No, you have to saaaaay it,” she cups his face, waiting.

“You sound like your mom, you know that?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Fine, I love you too; are we done here?” J mumbles, kissing her one more time and letting go.

“Yes, daddy, we’re done,” she snatches her teddy bear from you and widely smiles when you wink at her, approving the strategy you worked on so hard. She’s not your kid for nothing.


J watches you change for bed and you glance at him, not being in the mood to talk anymore. He doesn’t say a word either so you just turn off the light and go on your side of the bed, knowing you will fall asleep soon because you are tired.

“Say, Kitten, are you going with me tomorrow? I need you for the heist,” he starts the conversation.

“Maybe,” you yawn, punching your pillow to make it more comfortable.

“You know, I really wanted to…”

You fakely snore, louder and louder, interrupting, hinting he should stop talking.

“Very funny, Baby Doll. You’re hilarious,” he mocks you, finding it hard to stay awake. “Do you still love me?” J sarcastically inquires and he distinguishes your fingers in the dim night light, showing just a small gap between the thumb and index. “That’s it?!”

“Yeap, already too much” your answer promptly comes and you get under the sheets, not wanting to continue the dialogue. “I’m exhausted.”

He wants to say something harsh but ends up babbling stuff to himself as you ignore his behavior.


“We’re going to the park and then for a drive. I’ll be back in time,” you little note on the kitchen table lets J know of your plans when he wakes up. He spends the day preparing for tonight, instructing his henchmen on what to do and gathering supplies for the robbery. Why aren’t you texting back? The Joker hates it when he sends you messages and you don’t respond right away.

A few more hours pass by, still nothing. And why didn’t you two return yet? You have to go with him tonight. Texting again for the 50th time, no reply… and again, and again. Couple more hours go by…it’s getting dark, no sign from you. Time passes by and nothing.

J starts to get impatient. It’s night time now and he has to cancel the plans. Everything is postponed. My God, he’s not thrilled about it but there is no trace of you so he forgets he is mad about his ruined scheme. He calls around to see if anybody saw you or heard from you. Nobody did.

Where are my girls? he wonders, reading the message from Frost that lets him know the henchmen didn’t find anything around town. The Joker sent them all out and about to search for you and he stayed behind at the penthouse, just in case you will return. What if someone took you? The thought makes him squirm on his chair. What if you just…left? That’s impossible, there is no way you would… …right?… What if you got caught? Would they take you to Arkham? The police station?…

1 in the morning and he is getting more and more restless and worried on your disappearance. It’s so unlike you to do such a thing, even if you fight you never leave him hanging: you always text him back or tell him your whereabouts.

Where are my girls?

He finally has the peace and quiet he was so adamant to request this morning, but dammit, the silence is deafening. This is what it feels like without you and Emma around? You are always around. J doesn’t like the quietness. At all. Or the weird ache in his chest again.

If nothing turns up in a few hours, he will look for you two himself with the whole crew, even hire more people. Swipe the city to every little corner until he finds something. Will he find anything? He has to, no other option.

The Joker needs his girls back.


“Ssstttt, be quiet, honey,” you tell Emma as you close the door behind you. You pick her up in your arms because she is very sleepy and fussy. You went to the park and then got out of Gotham for a drive. You really wanted to take her to the woods on the old deserted highway because it’s your favorite spot: you can see deers out there and so much wildlife she would have surely enjoyed. But your car broke down in the middle of nowhere and on top of everything  your phone died and you didn’t have the charger with you.

The entire day you tried to find the problem and fix it with no success. Then the night came and you couldn’t see well anymore and decided to wait until the morning. You were lucky another vehicle passed you by and the driver stopped to help. The guy had no idea who you were but it didn’t made you less alert and prepared to kill in case he turned out to be a psycho. Ha, that’s a good one. You actually softly laughed at the idea: a woman like you suspecting someone else of being a psycho.

But… he was actually able to start your car and you drove right back to Gotham.

3 in the morning- jeez, what a looong day!

You walk in the master bedroom and you see The Joker sleeping on your side so you have to go on his, carefully placing Emma in the middle and finally winding down.

“Daaaddyyyy…” she snuggles to his chest, half asleep, realizing he’s there.

He opens his eyes and gulps, crushing her in his arms while she winces, uncomfortable.

“I can’t breathe…” she complains, already dozing off and he loosens his embrace, reaching for you.

“Where…where were you????????” he whispers, concerned but striving to conceal how distressed he still is.

“The stupid car broke down”, you hum, keeping it down for your daughter, scooting over towards him as much as you can without squashing your kid,” and the phone died too. The whole thing was such an ordeal, really bad luck. I am beat. Did you go on the heist?”

“Yeah,” J lies. “Why, you think I wouldn’t go without you?” he hisses but you don’t even care. You are already snoozing, holding his hand on top of Emma.

“Didn’t you enjoy the day without us though?” you struggle to say in your sleep. “You didn’t want us around…”

“Yeah, it was great,” The Joker intertwines his fingers with yours, continuing even if you don’t really hear him anymore at this point. “ I had fun without you two.”

My girls are back, he thinks, finally at ease after being on the edge all day. And the weird ache in his chest makes him take a deep breath. It’s a strange type of pain he can never quite pinpoint.


Guardians of the Galaxy Preference "How they fall for you at first sight"

(Woooo more preferences!!! Woooo our faves 😊Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Yondu-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d show him kindness while serving him in a bar after a long and rough day. He’d be startled by your touch to his shoulder and sudden warm and welcoming voice as you’d ask him if he was feeling alright. As he’d realize that you were truly open to listen to him talking about his worries, he’d start to notice your features and wouldn’t waste time to feel his heart pounding for you, even more as you’d suggest him a few drinks and snack to feel better.

Peter-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d stop to recognize and point out one of his favorite song while you were trying to steal his bounty during a real good fight. He’d already be stunned by how smoothly you’d flirt your way into getting physically closer to him yet the moment your eyes would light up and you’d tell him how much you appreciate the song he was listening to, as he’d tried to get back what he wanted, he’d feel his heart pound and would desperately try to keep you closer to him.

Drax-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as he’d see you threatening to kill someone after they stole from some kids and even more as you’d instantly change into an utter fluff ball once you’d turn to give them back their belongings. He’d just be lovestruck and wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of you, thinking of how great of a parent you’d be, only to be speechless as you’d ask him as to what he was looking at. In that instant, he could feel himself being both scared yet utterly in love.

Rocket-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d take notice of him and ask him kindly if he would like you to help him to carry all his heavy equipment. Although, he’d be wary of your suggestions at first, he’d have an utter change of heart the moment he’d turn around to see how worried you seem and how warm your eyes would be looking down at him. He’d be speechless for a good while and as soon as he starts to talk, he’d be a stuttering mess, confusing everyone as he accepts your offer.

Gamora-She’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d offer her help picking out a gift for one of her friends. She’d be startled to hear you asking her if she needs your help and even more to see how brightly you’d smile at her. She’d just feel comfortable and at ease by your presence that she wouldn’t be able to deny she was already starting to fall for you.

Nebula-She’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d go out of your way to offer her a comforting meal and a drink as she’s trying to hide herself from the bounty put out on her. She’d just be stunned by your calming tone and how friendly you were, she could practically tell you had zero intentions of hurting her and for once she was capable of accepting such kindness and be utterly speechless. Even more as you’d stay for her side a moment to make sure she eats well.

Mantis-She’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d notice her features and point out to her how actually beautiful she is. As you’d both be introduced to one another, she just wouldn’t be able to believe she just got complimented by you, who she thought were beyond her league and wouldn’t be able to stop blushing around you. She’d just play it over and over in her head the few first words you said to her and since wouldn’t be able to leave you alone.

Kraglin-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d accidentally bump into his much taller frame and frantically apologize to him for getting him dirty or something. He’d get actually flustered and wouldn’t know what to say, finding you too pretty and cute to get worried over hurting him from such a small bump. Even more as you’d look up to his eyes and ask him if he’s alright while dusting off his jacket, only to end up stuttering an odd answer and making you laugh, appeasing his heart and giving him courage.

Ronan-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as  you’d be captured by his men and presented to him as a potential hostage. He’d be enamored by the way you’d look up at him with both fear and wonder towards your surrounding. He’d forget himself for a while, staring at you intently, only to end up stuttering and losing his authority in front of you as you’d ask him what he’s going to do to you. Of course, he wouldn’t want to part with you yet and make sure to you won’t want to leave his side.

Stakar-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as  you’d run after him to hand him something he had dropped. As he’d turn to see you, he’d get rather flustered and even more as you’d laugh and smile, telling him how you’ve been trying to get it back for him. He’d be more than thankful yet wouldn’t be able to stop apologizing for your trouble, letting himself ramble on and on for his clumsiness and making you laugh.

The Collector-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as a seller would come in trying to sell you to him. Instantly, without hesitation he’d already buy you for whatever amount and would move in closer to you, enamored and intrigued by your beautiful appearance. He’d be amazed, touching your face softly and checking up on your condition, only to make you the promise of treating you beyond kindly just as you have been deserving it.

Garthan Saal-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as he’d finally catch you and get you under arrest. He’d only then come to realize how you were actually much more beautiful in person and even more charming from the way you’d try to flirt your way out of getting arrested. To feel you trying to wriggle out from under him and hear you beg him so kindly as you’d look his way, he’d feel his heart pound and would want nothing more but to keep you all to himself.

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Where Are You Now? (Saeran x MC) [Part 1]

Hey!! IT’S BEEN A MONTH SINCE I JOINED @mysme-fics​!! Thank you all so, so much for your support and feedback throughout this time~! 

So here’s the first part to a fic that I’d like to share with you all, specially written for my 1 month anniversary here ^o^


Where Are You Now?

Pairing: Saeran x MC

Fanfic By: R.I.

Word Count: 1358

Click Here for: [Part 2] | [Part 3]

Midnight, a time of sleep and silence.

Also a time for the night owls to be released into the wild, also known as one’s own thoughts.

A dimly lit cigarette was tossed onto grass, left to burn to ashes. Its owner stepped out from the shadows, walking under the moonlight atop the hill.

The moon was full and clear tonight, illuminating the dark city before him. Occasionally, the faint red and yellow lights of cars whizzed about, but it was rare at this time of night.

It was almost 3AM, god forbid. Saeran Choi could not sleep.

Even smoking appeared to have no effects on him. Perhaps he’d become immune to it after so long. Aah, he really was a mess, wasn’t he? He chuckled humourlessly, staring up at the bright moon above.

How had he ever survived through his childhood like this?

He closed his eyes, embracing the darkness. The image of a little girl flashed through his mind, and a nostalgic pain tugged at his heart. Ah, that’s right. That person had been there for him as a child.

Two boys. A playground. A setting sun.

“Saeran, wait for me here, okay? I have a surprise for you!” Saeyoung grinned impishly, patting his little brother’s head. Saeran nodded, hands clenched at the front of shirt as he shyly looked up at his twin.

He watched Saeyoung sprint around the corner, running towards a musical tune. Saeran sat quietly on a bench, swinging his legs anxiously. Saeyoung would be back soon… right?

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to pretend like he wasn’t scared. He was a big boy now. He couldn’t be scared every time his brother left him alone.

Although, this was different. This was the first time he’d been left alone outside. Saeran was usually locked up at home by their mother, unless it was absolutely necessary to leave the house. From the barred windows at home, he would always watch little kids playing together, walking home from school, happily living out their life. But today was special.

It was his birthday, and Saeyoung had decided to help him sneak out of the house. Today, they’d be staying out until the stars were twinkling above their heads. It would be worth their mother’s slaps, kicks and screams later.

Light footsteps echoed in the park, and Saeran gladly opened his eyes, relieved that his brother had returned. But when he looked up from the ground, he found himself staring at a young brunette child, a curious expression on her face.

“Why are you alone?” she asked, “Are you lost?”

Saeran quickly shook his head. “U-uhm! No, I-I’m waiting for my brother,” he hurriedly responded, his voice quieting down with every word. His cheeks were flushed red, and he tried really hard not to look away from the little girl.

It was the first time he’d spoken with anyone other than his brother, and he couldn’t help but feel nervous. Was he talking like a normal kid? Did she think he was weird?

“Oh!! I think I saw your brother! He looks just like you,” she exclaimed, eyes lighting up.

The little girl hopped next to him on the bench. “What’s your name?” she questioned, tilting her head cutely as she smiled encouragingly.

“S-Sae-“ he paused, then spoke louder. “Saeran. My name is Saeran.”

“Sae…ran,” she tested his name, then grinned. “I’m MC! Yay, now we’re friends~”

Saeran nodded, blushing and repeating the name in his head. His first friend. “Uhm, t-today’s my birthday,” he mumbled, not wanting the conversation to die down.

“Really?” MC said excitedly. “I just had my birthday yesterday! Ooh I’m older than you by one day!!”

Wow. She was so… bright, and cheerful. Saeran felt somewhat relieved that it wasn’t awkward to talk to her.

A lady in the distance called for MC, making her frown.

“Awwh… Mommy says I have to go,” she looked down sadly. “Even though we just became friends…”


“Let’s meet again tomorrow, Saeran!”

Saeran felt his heart drop, disappointment welling in his chest. “I can’t,” he mumbled, trying to hold back tears as he thought of his cage-like home.

“Then… let’s exchange emails?” she suggested.

His eyes lit up. That, he could definitely do. He nodded quickly, a small smile on his face.

MC beamed, and proceeded to write her email address in a small notebook, ripping out the sheet of paper to hand it to him. “Talk to you later! Let’s meet again one day when you’re free, okay?”

‘When you’re free,’ she had said.

To Saeran, that held a double meaning. Being ‘free’ would mean that he’d have to be free from his mother’s clutches first.

“Saeraaan~!” his brother’s familiar voice echoed through the park, his steps making a quick pitter-patter on the ground. In his hands were two ice cream cones. When he reached Saeran, he thrusted the mint-chocolate ice cream cone at him. “Happy birthday, Saeran.”

A girl. Ice cream. Stars.

End of Flashback.

It had only been one day in his life, but to Saeran, that day had changed many things in his life. Ice cream was a symbol his first taste of the outside world. Not to mention, he’d made his first friend that day, with whom he continued to communicate through email. In fact, it was indirectly due to MC that he started hacking. In his free time when he waited for her replies, he’d study coding, and observe the various patterns and codings of websites.

And it was thanks to his hacking skills (which eventually developed over the years) that he was accepted into Mint Eye. Now, he was free.

His eyes opened to the vast, dark sky. The stars were now covered by dark, stormy clouds. Looks like it would rain soon.

“Where are you now?” he wondered aloud as he sat up, a content look in his eyes. MC would always remain a precious person to him. Although they’d lost contact after his mother found out about his connection to the outside world, Saeran vowed to never forget her. She had been the first light in his life, cheerily brightening up his day.

And now, over 10 years later, his vow still held true.

Droplets of rain started to fall from the sky. Dammit.

He walked downhill, irritation bubbling in his chest. He still needed to run to the convenience store to restock on cigarettes. Considering the sudden rain, he would have to take the bus there.

Because there was no fucking way he’d carry around an umbrella—it would completely ruin his image. (He takes pride in looking badass.)

With quick, long strides, Saeran easily made it to the rooved bus stop. Let’s hope the bus comes soon…

Fortunately for him, his wish came true, as a bus pulled up to the stop in the next minute. It was 3AM in the morning after all. There was no traffic, and city buses were a 24/7 service.

As he expected, the bus was empty. The driver cast him an irritated glance, “Hey. You gonna pay or what?”

Right. The joys of public transportation. Saeran grunted, tapping his card against the payment screen.

The bus almost started again, but it screeched to a stop as a voice shouted, “WAAAIT!”

Saeran’s ears perked up, although he kept his gaze out the window. He didn’t really care, though he was slightly surprised that someone else was still up at this time.

A young woman made her way onto the bus, panting as she tapped her card to pay. “Th-thanks,” she said, taking a seat next to Saeran.

What the- there was literally EVERY other seat on the bus and she had to sit next to him? He turned in her direction to glare at her, but faltered as his eyes met hers. Shock spread across his features, silencing him.

She was the first to break the silence. “Could you be… Saeran?” Her eyebrows were furrowed as she analyzed his features.

The both of them had grown up a lot over the years, although there were still a few distinct features that were recognizable.

“MC,” he choked out.

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A wonderful side effect of growing up in isolation with only an affectionate cat as company.

So, consistent with his ES where he licks MC’s wound, and MC’s lips, in his MS Baby Firefly does the licking too.

MC was wandering off at Kasugayama in the dead of the night and saw Fuu-chan (Kaede’s flying squirrel familiar) who brought her not so good tidings from Mitsuba.

MC needed to make a decision soon to save her clan. She despaired but bit back her tears. Then she heard Hotaru’s voice calling her name.

She turned away, not wanting Hotaru to see her vulnerable. But he held her and gently cupped her cheeks to meet her eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“I know”

And then so gently, he whispered.

“You can cry.”

And just like that tears started falling out unbidden.

MC wondered if this is Hotaru’s kotodama power at worked when she felt his arms around him and he whispered.

“I will help you. It’s alright.”

And she just sobbed and sobbed and sobbed in his arms.

When she calmed down she looked up at him she thought Hotaru looked a bit more grown up. She closed her eyes and sighed.

Then she felt something brushing her cheek. Then she realised that he was licking her tears…

When she truly calmed down (and felt somewhat relieved but flustered), she asked.

“Hotaru-kun, why did you lick my tears?”

“Because that was what Tora did when I was sad.”

MC’s heart was breaking and she felt that everything turning complicated and she couldn’t bear to look at Hotaru’s face.

He brought her back to her room and they parted for the night. For the longest time, MC hasn’t slept as deeply as she had that night after the cry.


All My Hope

Connor Murphy was dead. That was the only thing that he knew for a fact.

Connor remembered the weight of the pills in his shaking hand the moment before, and sinking into the blackness the moment after. He remembered the certainty that he wasn’t going to be stopped or discovered by a family member. He remembered knowing that this was it.

He knew he was dead.

He did not know why he was now sitting in the middle of a completely white room. There weren’t any doors. It felt like he had been drawn into an art student’s reference book.

It wasn’t a hospital room. Even the ones without furniture or windows had some amount of human error (whether is was a stain on the floor or a dent in a wall). This place was devoid of any mistake. It was completely blank.

But it couldn’t be a hospital anyway, because that would meant that someone had saved him.

Briefly he considered that this was purgatory. That would make some sense. He wasn’t exactly pure enough for heaven, but he doubted he was fucked enough for hell.

When he was alive he hadn’t worried much about what happened after death. He’d never really listened to the shit his father’s church spewed, or the spiritual phases his mother had gone through. Connor had always thought that death would be like going to sleep and not waking up. He didn’t mind the afterlife only consisting of a soft blackness.

This, however, was unpleasant.

The space around him seemed to be radiating light. It made his head hurt. It made him confused that he could feel pain. Maybe this was hell after all.

Connor wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there. He found the whole not being aware of time thing very cliché. Which, now that he thought about it, would probably support the hell theory. This was Connor’s punishment for being a terrible son and brother: a boring cliché headache. For moment, Connor really did believe that he was going to be stuck like this for the rest of eternity.

That was why the tap on his shoulder startled him. He refused to admit that he sprang backwards, but at least he was able to stumble to his feet without tripping. His body felt like he had been sitting there for ages.

Standing where his back had been facing moments before was Alana Beck. Only, it wasn’t her. He knew it couldn’t be.

For one, he was fairly certain that Alana Beck wasn’t dead (and her dying the same time as him felt too coincidental to be real). Plus, if or when Alana Beck died she wouldn’t end up the same place as Connor.

And there was something off about the girl standing in front of him. It reminded Connor of looking at a staged photo of someone he saw regularly. He could recognize Alana’s face, the way she parted her hair. But there was something a little too presentational about her. He didn’t know Alana very well. In fact, he barely knew her, but he’d seen her enough to recognize that those weren’t her eyes. They were too frozen.

“You’re dead,” Not-Alana told him in the crystal clear voice the real Alana always spoke in.

“I know,” he uttered his first words since death. They came out smoothly. He expected his throat to be clogged and horse after the pills, but instead his voice was crisp.

“Good,” she grinned at him. It didn’t look right. “Then we can skip the freaking out bit.”

“What are you?” he asked before he could think of a better way to phrase that.

He was prepared for a lie. He was ready for her to tell him she was Alana, and he should know that since they’re such good ‘acquaintances.’ Instead her lips pursed into a very different sort of smile, and her eyes flickered over him. It took a second form him to realize that she wasn’t annoyed, she was impressed.

“You’re smarter than you look,” she told him. “I don’t know, maybe you could call me a ghost. I got demon once. Why don’t we go with that? I’m the closest thing to a demon you’ll meet.”

“So this is hell?“ he asked.

“No,” she shook her head. Her voice was light. “It’s far from it.”

“Okay,” Connor took this in. “Um, why do you look like Alana Beck?”

“I don’t have to,” she seemed slightly offended at the question.

Connor wondered if she was asked pointless things a lot. Did she talk to people a lot? He can’t imagine the dead having anything but questions.

“I figured this form would be easiest for you to cope with,” she continued. “If you want I can change to your sister—”

“No,” he said too quickly. He didn’t want to see Zoe, even if it was just an image of her. And he did not want to hear her voice, even if it was only an imitation.

“Okay, then,” Not-Alana nodded matter-of-factly. “We can get on to business.”

“Business?” Connor echoed.

“Connor Murphy, welcome to your second chance,” she announced.

“What?” he blinked at her.

“You’re getting the chance to live again,” she explained. “If you can save someone else.”
“What I don’t want to live?” Connor asked.

He had ended his life for a reason. He didn’t want a do-over where he knew he’d only screw everything up more. He didn’t want to feel pain anymore. That’s what death was supposed to be. It wasn’t supposed to be sitting in a white room talking to a demon in the form of someone he knew from high school.

“That’s not for you to decide,” she informed him.

“I killed myself,” he stated. “I chose to die.”

“Humans always think that life and death is in their hands,” she sighed, a knowing look passing over her face. “It never really is.”

“I don’t want to save anyone,” Connor held his ground. He just wanted an end.

She regarded him cooly before asking: “Do you want to be a murderer?”


“If you do nothing, he will die.” She spoke this as if she was talking about something simple. “You don’t want that on your conscience when you move on.”

He. So Connor wasn’t being asked to save just anybody, there was a specific person Not-Alana had in mind. Connor didn’t like this. He couldn’t save himself, how was he supposed to help someone else?

“Who?” he asked, even though it probably would have been smarter not to know the name of the person he was about to accidentally kill.

“You don’t know how this works yet,” she crossed her arms, but smiled as warmly as he figured was possible for her. “You’ll get the hang of it. I can’t tell you any more.”

“You didn’t tell me anything,” he started.

She took a step closer to him.

“You need to go to sleep now,” she said levelly. She reached her arm out to him.

“Don’t fucking touch me—”

He didn’t stumble backward in time. The second her cool palm made contact with his forehead he was slipping from the white room into darkness. But this time he knew the darkness wasn’t going to stick.

Connor woke up on his feet.

He was standing in the middle of a zoo. For a second it was just disorienting. One moment he was falling, the next he was on his feet. He missed the darkness as soon as it was gone. The world around him was too bright, loud, and real.

Hesitantly, he stepped forward, barely able to catch himself from stumbling. He felt dizzy. Maybe that was the fault of the pills. He wasn’t entirely sure what they did to him. He’d just hoped it would be more permanent than it was turning out to be.

Connor hadn’t been to a zoo since he was in elementary school. It was crowded. He didn’t realize this many people chose to spend their weekends in the hot sun, surrounded by other sweaty people and the smell of animals. He couldn’t see the enjoyment.

Connor started walking, his feet dragging on the dirty cement. He didn’t understand what he was doing here. How was he supposed to figure out how to save the life of someone who’s name he didn’t even know?

He scanned the crowd for Not-Alana, but his eyes couldn’t find her. He’d been dropped in the middle of a fucking zoo with little explanation and no instruction.

“What am I supposed to do?” He demanded at the air.

Wincing, Connor realized that maybe shouting into a crowd of people wasn’t the best way to get answers. Even if Not-Alana was spying on him, he doubted she was going to lend a hand after what she’d said before knocking him out. So all he’d really accomplished was making everyone standing remotely near him think he was crazy.

Only, none of the people around him spared a glance.

Connor was used to not being noticed by others, but this was different. This wasn’t a crowd of people pointedly ignoring him. It was as if—

“They can’t see me,” Connor spoke loudly. The lack of reaction from everyone around him proved his theory. Well, that only made everything ten times harder.

He kept walking.

Aside from being able to slip past people without feeling eyes on his back, this didn’t feel much different than life. The sun was still irritatingly bright, and the cheerful voices of others were still gnawing at his nerves. He still hated strangers. He hated the sunny smiles on their overly cheerful faces.

Everything about this place was just too obnoxiously happy. There were too many picture perfect families and couples. It was like he’d been zapped into a painting of a spoiled child’s understanding of reality.

Except for the couple yelling at each other next to a water fountain.

Connor wasn’t the type of person to eavesdrop. Unless if had to do with his parents of Zoe, he usually kept the hell out of other people’s business. However, he was invisible and these were the only two in the entire area that weren’t grinning like idiots. Not seeing what was going on would be a waste.

It took him a second to notice the kid standing behind the woman’s legs, and staring up at his parents with wide eyes. He looked scared. Connor wondered if either of the pair were violent, or if the kid just didn’t like the shouting. Judging by the way he was inching backwards, Connor was going to go with the later.

He pitied the boy. Even if the five-year-old couldn’t understand whatever his parents were yelling about, Connor was certain that he’d be able to see that his family was the only one not smiling. Connor knew that feeling all too well.

He watched the kid stumble away, unnoticed by the two adults, before breaking into a run. He didn’t know that toddlers could move that fast. But, without fulling realizing what he was doing, Connor followed.

Dodging the people littering the sidewalk slowed him down. Connor vaguely wondered what would happen if he tried to plow through them, but decided to save knocking unsuspecting zoo patrons on their asses for after he’d caught up with the little boy. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was doing this. It was almost like his feet were acting on their own accord.

What was he supposed to do when he found the kid? He was an invisible ghost, he couldn’t do anything.

The word ghost felt like the only way to describe his existence right now. For most of his life he hadn’t believed in spirits, or anything remotely supernatural. Acknowledging anything like that just felt like another connection to whatever weird spirituality phase his mom was sucked into. But what else should he call this?

The kid stopped when the crowd thinned out and the cement gave over to a grassy area. Connor watched him slump under a tree, pulling his knees to his chest. It made him look even smaller. As Connor approached, he realized the kid was crying.

What now? It wasn’t like Connor could go get his parents or a security guard. All he could do was stand there and watch the kid cry.

Hesitantly, he sat down next to the tree. Usually when small children cried the sound was shrill. It broke through the air in a harsh demand for attention. This kid’s tears were silent. He wasn’t crying for the reaction of others, he was crying because he was hurt. Connor had never witnessed this in someone so young. It was sad.

Eventually the kid lifted his gaze up. Connor watched his eyes scan the unfamiliar surroundings he’d darted to moments before. He stopped on Connor.

That was weird.

“Where am I?” the kid’s small voice whispered.

That was weirder.

“You can see me?” Connor blurted.

The kid was probably too young to realize how odd of a question that was, because he just nodded his head. Why could a toddler see him and no one else?

There were still tears in the kid’s eyes. He was looking to Connor for some sort of answer. Connor guessed he seem like an adult in comparison. Maybe the kid knew that he’d been sitting there the whole time.

“Do you want to find your parents?” Connor asked him.

He nodded again. Connor stood up, but the kid didn’t move. He just kept staring at Connor with enormous brown eyes.

“Come on,” Connor held out his hand. Slowly the kid grabbed onto his fingers, using Connor to pull himself up.

Connor led him back the way they came. He doubted that the parents were still at the water fountain. He wasn’t sure how long they’d been sitting under the tree, but he was certain that even the most distracted parents would have noticed their child’s absence by now. Connor also doubted that they’d be able to find the couple by just walking around. The kid would probably start crying before they were even close.

They kept walking until Connor spotted a security guard. He stopped, and kneeled down to talk to the toddler who was still clutching his hand.

“Hey, you see that guy?” Connor made his voice as gentle as he could. He’d never ben good at talking to children.

“Yes,” the kid stated, his gaze following where Connor pointed.

“He’s like a police man,” Connor didn’t know how else to explain security guard to a five-year-old. “Go tell him you don’t know where your parents are, he can find them for you.”

The kid’s face scrunched up.

“Can you?” he asked.

“No,” Connor answered.


The truth wasn’t the most believable answer, but it wasn’t like Connor was talking to someone old enough to question his logic.

“I’m invisible,” he stated.

“No,” the child informed him.

“Yes, I am,” Connor said back.

“I see you,” the kid pointed out.

Okay, that was a reasonable argument. Connor considered trying to show the kid that the passers by thought he was talking to the air, but there was the chance that would freak him out.

“That’s because you’re special,” Connor told him slowly. The kid just blinked at him, so he went on. “Only you can see me. The thing is, that guy isn’t special, but he’s nice and he’s gonna want to help you.”

The kid looked at the security guard again, then back at Connor.

“Do I have to?” he asked.

“Do you want to find your parents?” Connor asked him, his voice nearing irritation.

“Mommy can find me,” he decided.

“Look,” Connor forced himself to not sound frustrated. “All you have to do is tell him your name and that you’re lost.”

“I’m not supposed to talk to strangers,” the kid chirped.

“You’re talking to me,” Connor reminded him.

“I know.”

“Oh my god,” he muttered through his teeth. He gave the kid a pleading look. “Please? You’re mom is probably worried.”

That seemed to get some effect. Connor wondered how many times younger him would have stopped doing something stupid or annoying because he knew it would make his mother upset.

“Can you come too?” the kid asked in a small voice.

“Yeah,” Connor nodded.  “Yeah, sure.”

Connor walked next to the kid as he made his way to the security guard, who looked concerned the second he noticed the five-year-old by himself. The kid ended up not having to talk at all. When the security guard asked where his parents were, all he had to do was shake his head. Connor didn’t understand why it had been so easy for this boy to speak to him and not an adult who had a far more trust worthy appearance. Maybe it was because Connor had sat under the tree near him.

The kid glanced worriedly at Connor when the security guard began to lead him to the help desk. Connor nodded, then realized he didn’t have to nonverbally communicate that he was going to follow.

“Right behind you,” he said in a voice he hoped was assuring.

The security guard pointed out the different animals they passed on the way to the help desk. Connor figured that this was in an attempt to cheer the kid up, and it worked for the most part. He saw a small smile creep onto the kids lips, and he did look less scared than he had when he realized he didn’t know where he was.

The woman at the help desk had a sickly sweet voice, but the boy didn’t seem to mind. The security guard explained that he’d wandered away from his parents and they’d need to announce that he’d been found and where his parents should meet them. The woman asked the kid for his full name. He looked at Connor, who nodded again.

“Evan Hansen.”

“What?” Connor was glad he was invisible.

“Evan Hansen,” the kid said again, his eyes darting to Connor with fear he’d done something wrong. Connor quickly plastered a fake smile on his face. He couldn’t deal with this boy—with Evan Hansen—crying at his direction right now.

This couldn’t be the same person he’d gone to school with. The person he’d pushed in the hall, and who’s weird letter he’d taken. That was impossible. It had to just been some weird coincidence.

Only, now that Connor was thinking about it, there was something familiar in this kid’s face. He remembered Evan Hansen’s eye color. If he tried very hard, he could remember Evan Hansen’s eyes. They were brown, and he’d seen them go very wide when he yelled at him. His eyes looked exactly like this child’s.

Barely three minutes after the announcement had been made over the zoo’s speaker, Evan’s parents were running toward them. Well, the mother was running, the father was following at a significantly slower pace. Connor knew what it looked like when parents were a unit, and what two people being forced together by a mistake they’d made looked like. He knew his own parents were rarely on the same page, but these two looked like they were on entirely different books.

Connor watched Evan hug his mother. She was crying. He wondered how scary it must have been for her, even if her son had only been lost for fifteen minutes.

The father listened to a lecture from the security guard, while the mother made Evan promise he would never do anything like that to her again. He only nodded. She looked guilty. She wasn’t the type of parent to blame her kid for a mistake. Connor imagined she was mentally berating herself for taking her eyes off of him.

The ordeal was a little too much. Connor didn’t need or want to be watching it. Silently, he waved at the kid before retreating into the crowd. He didn’t exactly know what to do now, so he settled for just walking.

Not knowing ended up not to be so big of a problem. One second he was trying to get past a crowd of overly excited families, the next he felt a rush of tiredness pour into him.

In less than a second, his vision was blurring and then fading into darkness.

Home - Jax Teller

Originally posted by sonsofanarchy-jaxteller

A/N: Please bare with me, this is my first Jax imagine and I’m sorry that it took so long! 

Request by anonymous: Could you do an imagine where Jax and the reader have been friends for a long time and she starts helping out with his boys and it causes him to fall for her? And Abel says something about Jax needing to make her his new mom.

When you strolled into Charming three years ago, after escaping to find yourself in other cities, no one was more shocked than your best friend, Jax Teller.  You and Jax had been raised up together, and had remained close all throughout school, but as soon as you finished your senior year of high school, you were gone. Charming held nothing but bad memories for you, and as far as Jax goes, he had Tara; he no longer needed you around.

So you left the dreadful town, and traveled as far as you could go, but as the old saying goes: you always find you way back home.

“Abel, don’t touch the sto-“You are interrupted by the inevitable cries of the small boy only feet away from you. You gather him into your arms before sitting him on the counter beside the sink and sticking his hand under the faucet. You turn the knob and order him to keep his hand under the water. He nods, his lips pouty and his cheeks wet. You hurry to the bathroom to retrieve some burn cream and a Band-Aid, before rushing back out to tend to Abel’s burnt palm.

Once Abel’s hand is tended to, you finish cooking dinner just in time for the Sons to start strolling in. Jax immediately checks out Abel’s hand before greeting you.

“Hey sweetheart, how’d it go?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes at the smug President, swatting at him.

“It’s been fun.” You say shortly, sending him a tight grin.

He plants a friendly kiss to your hair before giving you an apologetic look.

“Oh god,” You mutter, “what now?”

“I was wondering if you could watch the boys tonight. We have some business to sort out tonight.” He mumbles to you, turning so that his two watchful sons can’t hear him.

“Jax,” You trail off, sending him a look, “Abel’s been asking about you all day.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. If there were any other way, I would take it. But Gemma’s busy with Nero, and I’m not sure if I trust Wendy yet.” He explains, shaking his head. “You’re the only one I trust to take care of my boys right now, and plus, I’ll pay you double for overtime.”

You let out a sigh but nod. “Yeah, fine. I like these two Tellers better anyway.”

He gives you his famous Teller grin. “Thanks darlin’.”

And before you know it, Jax is gone once more.

You are folding up the last load of laundry when the front door swings open, and you hear Jax’s footsteps shuffling through to the living room.

“Y/N? What are you doing up? It’s like four in the morning.”Jax asks you, his voice low.

You shrug. “I couldn’t sleep. Club business handled?”

Jax gives you an odd look before shrugging off his kutte, and laying it over the back of the chair before plopping down into it. “For now.”

You fold the last towel before beginning to put them away. After you’re finished you grab your purse and keys.

“Well, I better get home.” You say to him softly. He nods curtly, pulling out a roll of money from his pocket and handing you a few hundred dollar bills.

“Jax, this is too much.” You protest, and attempt to hand the money back but he waves it off.

“This is my thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Jax says, giving you a small grin.

You shake your head and get halfway to the door before turning back around, “Hey Jax?”

He looks up and raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t do it for the money.”

Jax’s POV

I walk into Abel’s bedroom, finding him curled into a tight ball, resting peacefully. I leave a kiss on my son’s head and get to the doorway when I hear his small voice.

“Daddy?” I turn around and sit down onto his bed, furrowing my eyebrows together.

“What is it, buddy?” I ask him.

“Is Y/N gonna be my new mommy?”

The question throws me off guard so instead of answering truthfully, I choose to protect everyone involved, including myself.

“No, son. She isn’t.”

Say I Love You MBTI

Mei Tachibana: ISFP

Mei lives in dominant Introverted Feeling (Fi). She sees things as good and bad and doesn’t deal in cold logic. She lets these good and bad experiences dictate her life to an extreme extent. Because people betrayed her in the past, all will betray her. Instead of engaging in her secondary Extraverted Perceiving function of Extraverted Sensation (Se), she reaches further inward to her tertiary Introverted iNtutiion (Ni).She rejects the influence people have on her. Her inferior function of Extraverted Thinking (Te) gets developed poorly, categorizing people, making a standard that all people will betray one another inevitably. However, when Yamato befriends her and exposes her to new experiences she starts engaging out of her tertiary and into her secondary. She accumulates more experiences outside of herself using Se. She needs concrete reality to alter her dominant judgments, not Ne ideas and hidden patterns. 

As an ISFP she needs to experience things physically in some way, to really interact with the world around her in order to use her Fi function properly. As soon as she starts to isolate herself we see fall back into old patterns. We see this when she starts thinking Yamato will leave her for a model. Because her Te is inferior and poorly developed she doesn’t speak up for herself and what she wants. She says what she thinks is what Yamato and the others want. For him to be a model. She doesn’t confront him for the longest time about seeing this model in private. She withers back into herself.

Yamato Kurosawa: ENFJ

Yamato understands social standards to a fluent extent. His Extraverted Feeling (Fe) really guides his character and his past. It helps him be chameleon like, being what people want him to be. He takes on whatever social role people need of him. When he was younger this took more control in him and although he cared for his friend Kai, he couldn’t stand out socially, letting his need to blend and serve the needs of others with Fe take over blindly. We find him in the use of his secondary function Introverted iNtuition (Ni) become healthier and although Fe dominant, not letting his social awareness get in the way of making the friends he likes, like Mei. He still loves all the romantic social expectations of relationships, but his Ni makes him interested in understanding these social expectations and helping others find their place in the social realm. This draws him to Mei. She is different and wants to help guide her, make her see that not all people betray you. His tertiary function of Extraverted Sensation (Se) is what can make him more impulsive in his moves towards Mei and make him quick to anger with others. 

Future Kids 3: 01

pairing: hoseokxreader
length: 993 words
genre: fluff
summary: a series of drabbles in which all the boys have kids. 
comments: it’s a day late, but happy birthday hoseok! 

hoseok | yoongi | seokjin | namjoon | jimin | jungkook | taehyung

Originally posted by jengkook

“Eomma, I want to sing happy birthday to appa when he calls.” Your daughter smiles brightly coming into the room. She pulls herself up onto the bed sitting next to her little brother, her 2-year-old brother who was soundly asleep next to you. Every now and then you would run your fingers through his soft hair just to make sure he was still there.

“But baby I don’t think appa will be calling until later. You’ll be tired and grumpy in the morning.” You really didn’t want your daughter to be staying up late, it was almost already 9 in the evening. All fan meetings and concerts were unpredictable about time, Hoseok could be calling you 5 minutes from now or 5 hours from now.

“Appa said I could before he left.” Your daughter pouted at you reminding you of Hoseok’s face that went into a shape of ‘ㅅ when he was angry. She was just like him, you couldn’t help but smile at her as she pulled that face to get her own way.

“Okay, you can sing happy birthday to him.”

Two hours had gone by and you were still waiting for Hoseok’s call, well you weren’t on the laptop just for that reason. You had also been doing work and looking through news articles anything to keep your mind busy. “Eomma… when is appa coming?” You looked down to your droopy eyed daughter, she was already rubbing her eyes. She was ready to sleep.

“I don’t know baby… eomma already told you this.” You whisper, you spoke to her in a gentle and soothing voice because there wasn’t any point in trying to tell her off. She just missed her father, it was understandable. Hoseok was here for everything he could possibly be involved in, she was just upset when he had to leave for long periods of time. “Go to sleep and I’ll wake you up when he calls.” Her small pink lips turned into a frown, but she didn’t disobey because she was already falling into dream land.

You were too falling asleep when it came to waiting up for Hoseok, but the loud noise of your laptop startled you. Accepting the call, you tapped your daughter. “I kept you up… I’m sorry. I should have called from the stadium so you didn’t have to stay up.” Hoseok sighs a little. If had called from the stadium though he wouldn’t of gotten to speak to you for long or alone. You smiled softly at him, “How are the kids?”

Your daughter opened her eyes then sitting up slowly, “They’re okay. D/N wanted to sing happy birthday to you, but she fell asleep. Well she’s awake now.” You look to her pulling her to the computer screen so she could see Hoseok. Her face lit up without a hesitation when she saw him.

“Appa!” Her sleepy self whispered.

“Have you been waiting long for me?” Hoseok asks, “I heard that you wanted to sing happy birthday to me, shall we sing it together.” Your daughter nodded her head rubbing her eyes, on the count of three all 3 of you started to sing happy birthday to Hoseok.

“Come back soon.” Your daughter whispers before she fell back to sleep on your arm, you smiled at her knowing that she was missing her father; you missed him as well. 

“Sleep well.” Hoseok mutters to you daughter, a smile falling onto his face hoping that he would be able to come home to celebrate his actual birthday. It just depended on flights now and whether he could get one, of course this would be a surprise to all of you. “You need to rest too.” Hoseok whispers.

“I know.” You smile back at him, his caring words always made you feel easy. “She’s right, come back soon. I love you.” You tell him, he knew very well that you loved him. He loved you too, he was glad he had asked you to marry him. If it wasn’t for Yoongi setting him up on a blind date with you, who knows where he would be right now.

“I love you too, sleep well.” Hoseok ended the video call on you dozing off on the webcam, he was happy that he was able to speak to you before he got onto the plane. It meant you wouldn’t be worrying about his whereabouts because he didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

As you woke up in the morning, you expected your son to be jumping on top of you. Telling you to wake up so he could watch tv before he had breakfast, but strangely he wasn’t. Turning over, what startled you was Hoseok right there, his arm resting on your waist. You weren’t dreaming right? He wasn’t supposed to be home until the weekend.

“You’re awake.” He whispers.

“You aren’t meant to be here until the weekend.” You reply but all the more glad he was here in front of you, he pulled you into his arms. Kissing you on the head before he told you the reason he had come home early.

“I’m a surprise, my birthday gift to you.” Hoseok smiles. The surprise was more than you expected, how could your news top his surprise.  

“This isn’t fair, my gift isn’t equally as good as yours.” You sat up in bed so you turn to face him pouting a little, Hoseok returns with a chuckle and sat up also.

“I’m sure it isn’t. What is it?”  

“We’re pregnant.” It was a surprise to you too, but it happened. You were going to become a family of five, Hoseok wrapped his arms around you. He was crying tears of happiness and he couldn’t be any more thankful because this was a birthday gift he had always wanted to receive and you had given it to him. But to him also, his family was the best birthday gift he could ever receive.

sailorcrazypinklady  asked:

Do they figure out what happened to cause an early birth? How does everyone react? If they find the original batch of polish and realize it's the only bottle tainted, do they realize how unlikely that is? I'm kind of amazed Palpatine would want to hurt the baby, he might want control, oh God's don't let him near the baby!!! When does Padme get there? So Bail and Breha get to be godparents? THANK YOU WANT MORE NOW PLEASE!!!!

Gliding in through the door, Padme breathed out in relief when she saw Obi-Wan curled up in a rather large bed for a hospital bed and Anakin by an incubator, their omega looking pale and drowsy but content.

“Padme!” Anakin beamed but didn’t move, using his mech hand to gesture. “He has his hand wrapped around my thumb.”

Well that explained why he was by the incubator a bit more then with their tired mate who was trying to sit up.

“Oh no you don’t.” She moved to the bed and sat on the bedside, cupping the others cheek and stroking slowly. “You did so good, our good omega.” She beamed. “You are so good.” She leaned in and pressed soft kisses all over Obi-Wan’s face as he snorted at her.

But he was sporting a pleased, shy smile.

“How do you feel?” She questioned softly.

“Tired. Sore…Breha says I’m going to be like this for a few days still and I should keep to bed rest.” Obi-Wan shuffled then wrinkled his nose. “I feel gross though, I want a shower.”

“We’ll get you that tomorrow.” Padme promised, stroking his cheek. She was sure they got find a shower chair and help him clean.

“Wanna take a look at the kit? I’ll be fine here.” Obi-Wan grinned tiredly.

Torn between the desire to see their baby and staying by her mate, Padme pressed another kiss to his forehead before heading over to the incubator. “Oh…he’s so little.” She whispered, staring at Jinn’s little hand holding onto Anakin’s thumb, his husbands hand in one of the gloves that allowed for touch. “He has copper hair!” She beamed, sliding her hand into the other glove to touch his face with her fingertips, using the softest of touches as he twitched beneath their touch and moved ever so slightly.

“His eyes are blue too but the medic said that could change, that all babies come out with blue eyes at first.” Anakin hummed out before cooing when Jinn let go of his thumb. “Aww I was enjoying that…”

“Go cuddle our mate.” Padme chuckled and Anakin grinned and instantly moved to Obi-Wan’s side, crawling in and nuzzling him slowly and gently.

Padme spent a few more moments, wishing she could hold Jinn but knowing the incubator was there for a reason. ‘A month…perhaps less…we can get to hold him soon…’ She pulled back with great reluctance and moved to the bed too, crawling in on the other side of Obi-Wan with Anakin shifting the blankets around until they had a makeshift nest.

Obi-Wan made a sleepy half mewl before settling as his hair was petted and he was being held. “You’re going to make me fall asleep.”

“You need to sleep.” Anakin hummed against his temple, smiling.

Padme made an agreeing hum on the other side, stroking his hair tenderly until Obi-Wan’s breathing started to even out and his eyes closed.

Once sure Obi-Wan was fully asleep, Padme squeezed Anakin’s wrist to get his attention. “Anakin… he didn’t go into labor naturally.” She whispered, keeping her voice low for their omegas sake.

“Huh? Well it was really early, was it something he was exposed to?” Anakin blinked, lifting his head a bit to peer at her.

“…I got suspicious, I had Sabe and Rabe run some tests for us because the only thing different in Obi-Wan’s diet was his vitamins…Anakin, the prenatal vitamins Palpatine gave to you were tainted. All of them. Every single bottle had the means to ergot poison him. Something that could have been naturally waved off as something that just happens via food but it was every bottle he had given us.” She bit her lips as Anakin stared at her, arms tight around Obi-Wan’s waist.

“But…that’s…” Anakin looked so lost.

“Anakin, he tried to hurt our baby.” She tensed up a bit when that got a low growl out of Anakin.

“But why?” Anakin questioned in desperation.

Sheev Palpatine was Anakin’s friend, had been so for years as far as Padme understood and to hear that the man was potentially out to harm his mate and baby…that was not sitting well. ‘Though, he started when Anakin was a young age…grooming behavior…’ Padme’s suspicious side piped in.

And as a Jedi the Chancellor had the power to demand any Jedi at any time…even a young padawan without the Order being able to deny the request outright.

She kept those thought to herself and instead squeezed his wrist. “I don’t know Anakin, but we need to be careful with this. We need to tell the Order since I’m not sure the Judaical departments will be neutral in their investigations. Jedi will.”

He stared at her before nodding and pressing his lips back to Obi-Wan’s temple, taking comfort in the hold. “…He’s not getting near Jinn or Obi-Wan.” He whispered, voice tight. “I’ll render his flesh from his bones before that.”

Padme knew she should say something, Anakin was a Jedi and Obi-Wan would not like the current mood.

But their mate and babe was potentially in danger…what other response was to be expected?

Time Changes Everything

This is for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash Ash’s Round 3 Negan Challenge. My prompt was The Ugly Duckling. Once again, thank you Ash, for letting me join!

Please give me feedback on this, it’s very different than any other thing I’ve written. 😘

Negan X ?

1200 words

No warnings just a bit of angst with a happy ending

Tagging ~ @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash, @negans-network

 They were inseparable. Well as much as two 5 year olds in a world controlled by adults could be. Wherever he went, she followed. And vice versa. She loved to swim, so he overcame his fear of water to be with her. She hated loud noises, so he held her hand as they watched the fireworks.

 And so it was, for many years. They were always together, in school, their parents making sure they were always in the same classroom. At their homes, taking turns playing in each other’s room or yard. Of course, being next door neighbors made that easy.

  But one day, it all changed. A day she would never forget. The day her best friend, her soulmate as she would call him, broke her heart in a million pieces.

 “She’s ugly dude! Why do you wanna hang around her? What with those nerd glasses, frizzy hair and beyond dorky attitude! Damn man, no hot chick is goin’ look your way when she’s hanging around you!”

 She heard her Negan, the boy she swore to love forever, respond. But she couldn’t believe his words.

 “But dude! I’ve known her forever, she’s like my sister!”

 Sister, that stung.

 “No hot girl is gonna think I’m with her, I mean, look at me and look at her!”

 But that burned.

 He laughed, his friends joining in. She never thought it was possible for a whole life to be destroyed in just a few minutes. But she found out it can be.

 After running home, her mother’s sweet words of comfort, and a nice warm bath, she decided to move on, grow from the pain as her dear mother said. But the loss, the pure ache would never disappear.

 She ignored Negan whenever he would talk to her, acting as if she hadn’t a clue about his mean and hurtful ways. She moved on. And so did Negan.

 Soon it was graduation, she was beyond excited! She had gotten into the best teaching school on the east coast. As she was placing her graduation cap carefully on her beautiful curly locks, her mother stepped into the bathroom.

 “I think it’s time to bury the hatchet and congratulate Negan on graduating. His mother has said that it was a very trying year for him. Very touch and go on whether he would even get here.”

  She wanted to say, it’s his own damn fault, mother, what with the wild partying, getting kicked off the baseball team and an unwanted pregnancy scare, it’s no wonder.

 But she kept her mouth shut and nodded her head ‘yes.’ Hugging her mother tightly, she thanked her for all she had done, especially for the words she had shared on one sad afternoon.

 After the ceremony, she made her way to him, hesitant, still so gun-shy from years ago.

 “Congratulations Negan, you did it!” She held her hand out to him, but he quickly surprised her when he pulled her into a hug. Oh how she missed him. So terribly.

 “Congrats to you too, doll! But everyone knew you could do it, but you know, fuck up that I am I guess it’s a big fucking deal I’m wearing the cap and fucking gown!” And then he laughed, that beautiful laugh that hardly changed over the years, the one she truly missed.

 Negan took in a deep breath as he pulled back and looked at her. She was breathtaking, just so beautiful, what happened to that little awkward girl with glasses and fly away hair that loved books as much as eating and didn’t look in anyone’s eyes? This exquisite thing standing in front of him was not at all that doll he swore he would marry one day. And he had left her behind, when he decided he was too fucking cool. And she moved on, without him. The ugly duckling became a beautiful swan.

 Time moves on, and soon it was autumn, her favorite season. The falling leaves, the crisp dry air and her most favorite part, back to school. She had packed her tiny VW with everything she would need in her dorm room, including quite a few boxes of books. She waved goodbye to her parents, deciding it would be too hard to say goodbye on the campus, asking them to stay home.

 When she reached the campus, she stopped her car to take it all in. She was here, her dream of becoming a teacher coming true. She was was jolted out of her daydream by a honking horn and yelling.

 “Get a fucking move on, this is a road, not a shittin’ parking lot!”

 She would recognize that voice anywhere, Negan.

 Pulling over into a parking spot by her dorm, she got out, watching as Negan pulled into the spot next to her.

 “Doll? Well, what the fuck?! You’re an incoming student here too?” His arms spread out in a welcoming fashion.

 “Too?” She had to admit that she was honestly surprised at this.

 “I fucking am!”

 They started talking about their plans, both of them wanting to teach, Negan in sports, her in English.

 “Need some help with your boxes?”

 “Yes, please, that would be great. Then maybe I can help you?”

 “No need doll. I’ve been here a week already, I’m fucking set.”

 As they carried her things inside the elevator , she told him which floor, causing Negan to laugh.

 “Same floor as me doll! Go fucking figure, next door neighbors again!”

 Fall turned to winter, which soon became spring. They were nearing the end of their first year of college, and a reunited friendship.

 “Can’t spend all your fucking time studying doll! Gotta have some fun, you’re only young once!”

 “But Negan, we also need to graduate, get a job.”

So they spent all of their free time together, studying, at the library, her choices. At a party, at a game, his choices. They complimented each other, his playful fun side, her serious mature side. You might say they were made for each other. Soulmates.

 And once again, time moved on, as it does, and 4 years came and went.

  “I’ve got an interview Negan, at our old school. Come with me for support?”

 “Fuck doll, I promised Jim I’d go to the Rusty Lantern to watch the game.”

Rising up on her tiptoes, she gave his cheek a small peck, knowing how her sweetness always turned him to mush. “Please Negan!”

 He smiled, taking her hand and leading her to his car. The game and Jim can wait. His girl would always come first.

 As they stepped into their old school, something caught her eye.

 “Negan, look! They’re looking for a gym teacher! It’s perfect!!!”

 That day saw the couple both having interviews.

 “I think they liked me Negan! And I’m sure you’re a shoe-in, everybody loves you!” She cooed as she cuddled into his side.

 “From your mouth to God’s ears doll!” He leaned down and gently kissed her head.


 “Negan, hurry! We can’t be late!”

 “I’m coming doll, I just couldn’t find my fucking shoe!”

 As they stepped into the entrance to their high school, her as the new 9th grade Language Arts teacher,  him as the boys new phys ed coach, they smiled.

 “Ready doll?”

 “Ready Negan!”

 On her toes, she kissed him, this time on his lips, and as his wife.

 “Love you!”

 “Love you back!”

 And he watched her walk down the hall, he couldn’t believe his luck. He had won back his best friend, his true love, his soulmate.

His Lucille.

the three encounters | erwin x reader

Prompt: Secret relationship with Erwin? How interesting.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1051

A/n: Enjoy! ❤️

It wasn’t planned. It just happened.

When you joined the Survey Corps you had no intentions on being in a relationship. You thought such a thing would be horrid due to being in such an unpredictable environment. Death, injury and pain back to back. It was definitely something that a healthy relationship could not survive in. Which leaves you wondering how you got in this situation in the first place it was wrong but quite frankly you didn’t care.

You were in a “relationship” with one of your superiors. Commander Erwin Smith. He was an extremely handsome man and definitely someone to look up to so of course you had a tiny little crush on him. It started off with innocent glances at him which eventually lead him to smile at you one day promptly followed by you blushing like a school girl and looking down. When you two had the very first encounter you were quickly trying to get to Hanji because she said she needed your help with an experiment and you were late.

Rounding a corner you bumped into what felt like a wall causing you to fall on your ass. You soon realized that it wasn’t a wall when your eyes fell to a pair of boots. Your eyes trailed up the figure and saw that it was the Commander. Your cheeks were dusted with a heavy shade of red.

“Commander! I’m so sorry!” You apologized frantically. This was definitely not the ideal first impression. You heard him chuckle.
“Its alright, cadet.” The handsome blonde offered his hand to you and you hesitantly took it as he pulled you up with ease from the ground.
“Be more careful next time.”

The next time you two encountered would be when you had been in his office. For business of course.

Knock, knock, knock.
“State your name and business.”
“Cadet (First) (Last). I have some paperwork from Hanji that you requested, sir.” You said clutching the folder closer to your chest.
“Come in.” A wave of butterflies came over your stomach as you reached for the doorknob. You turned it and pushed the door open stepping into the Commander’s office closing the door gently behind you.

Looking around the room it was very tidy and felt comfortable. Cozy almost. You stood in front of his desk for a few seconds feeling slightly bad because he had already been working on papers and you were just added onto it. He looked up at you from the papers he was signing and gave you a smile. Your breath hitched and you quickly looked away cursing yourself inwardly because you felt your ears heat up.

“I’ll take those. Thank you.” Commander said as he held out his hand for the folders. You gave him the folder and turned around heading towards the door. Before you opened the door you heard him stop you. You turned around with a confused look on your face.
“This may be out of line to say but you’re quite cute when you blush, (First).” He said. You were surprised and a little embarrassed because he definitely noticed the way you blushed around him. But surprised because he called you by your first name.
“Oh, um, thank you, Commander.”

The third encounter was probably your favorite.

You couldn’t sleep so you decided to get some fresh air. You cherished the peace and quiet you got as you looked up at the stars. Thinking of life when titans were eradicated, thinking of your family, thinking of…love. You were brought out if your thoughts when you heard a voice behind you.

“Do you ever think about how different life would be if there were no titans?” You looked over your shoulder to see the Commander making his way to stand next to you.
“…All the time.” You said returning your gaze at the stars.
“Looking at the stars gives me hope. It makes me think of a whole other world out there that’s begging to be explored. I’m just waiting on someone willing to explore it with me.” The Commander smiled as he watched you look up at the stars. He loved the way your eyes were filled with so much hope and excitement. He thought you were absolutely breathing taking.

You looked over at him and smiled when you saw him already looking at you.
“Do you have someone to explore with, Commander?” You asked softly. A slight blush appeared on his cheeks but quickly dismissed it.
“Call me Erwin,” He offered and you smiled. “And to answer the question, no I do not,” You suddenly felt your hand being grabbed by Erwin. He looked unsure of himself but he still proceeded with his actions. “But if you’re willing to come with me I promise to show you the world.” He finished.

You looked at him in complete awe. Was this a way of asking you out?
“I would enjoy that.” You said as you interlocked your fingers with his.

As of today you guys have been head over hells for each other. But the relationship remained under wraps. There have been many of late night visits and “paperwork” trips to his office. That was really the only time you could see him.

“How much longer?” You asked as you looked up at Erwin as you fixed his uniform. He was watching you with loving eyes as your dainty hands traveled up on his broad shoulders.
“Not much longer. I promise.” His face fell when he saw your frown.
“You said that last time.” You pouted and crossed your arms.
“Darling, we can’t rush these kinds of things. Soon we will be able to be open about us but as of right now I am still a higher rank than you. You’re working hard to become a squad leader and I can assure you that hard work will pay off.” He kissed your forehead. “Especially when you see that beautiful ring on your finger.” He brought your hand up to his face and kissed it gently.

You couldn’t help but to smile at his words. You stood on your tippy toes and whispered in his ear.

“Can’t you just stay here with me, Commander? Five more minutes.” You smirked and bit his earlobe.


You were panicking, you felt as if your heart was going to explode in your chest, your hands shaking as you held your pone, you needed to find him, to know where he was, yes he was a teenager but he was your son and you haven’t Heard from him in more than twelve hours, the only recourse left was to text your husband who was in the middle of a world tour, you didn’t want to worry him but you were so scared you really didn’t care about the millions of fans that were going to be disappointed, no, your son was way more important than that.

You heard the door bell and immediately jump out of your spot to go see who it was hoping it was your baby, you were disappointed when you saw dami on the other side, and as soon as she saw your face she hugged you and that’s when the tears started to fall, “I don’t know what to do unnie, he is my baby I need him home he has to come back” you sobbed on her shoulder and she kept her arms wrapped around you her hand going up and down you back soothing you.

Three hours later and everyone who loved and cared for your son was in the house, the guys from bigbang were there with their respective wives, jiyong’s mother and father, your mother who kept holding your hand through the whole thing, you cried so hard there weren’t any more tears left, so you just sat in your couch numb, staring at the phone.

You heard the door open and close and you turned around to see your husband with a very worried face, you jumped and went to hug him and he hugged you back, harder keeping your body close, after a while of just hugging you heard him whimper and your heart broke a little bit more.

“I already called the police they are on their way here, yang said he would talk to the press so they can help getting the information out there, we are going to find him babe, I promise” he said as he held your face in his hands.

(i became obssessed with the remake bts did of come back home so this one is inspired by it tell me if you want a part two)