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allysunny · 2 months

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I'm the Lucky One

Pairing: Bale!Bruce Wayne x Drunk!Fem!Reader

Synopsys: You got a bit too drunk at the club tonight. Luckily, your husband is quick to come to the rescue and take care of you.

Words: 3.2k words

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and being drunk of course, drunken speeches, just a lot of fluff and a bit of crack, reader is mentioned to be quite a bit drunk. Some suggestive themes, cursing and vulgar language (not on Bruce's side). Just a fluffy, funny fic, really.

A/N: Hey everyone!!!! So, I got hammered last night and I was wondering how nice it would be if I had Bruce taking care of me,, so I wrote this. It was hilarious, I got home and got my keyboard and my tablet and just started typing away as I sobered up.

I love this man so much I wish he was the one taking care of me omg... Anyway I hope you guys like this! It's just a small fic, something short, I wanted it to be short and sweet <3

“You’re literally the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life.”

“Am I, now?”

“You are. Holy fuck. I think I'm in love with you.”

Bruce chuckled softly at your words as he helped you down the stairs of the club you found yourself in. His arm was steadily wrapped around your waist, his other one reaching for the limo door.

It was a lovely night in Gotham, and you had decided to go out with your friends.

“It’ll be fine, Bruce, we’re just celebrating Maggie’s return with a couple of drinks and that’s it. No need to worry,” you had told him, punctuating your statement with a kiss on his cheek. Bruce had believed you. sort of. He'd told Maggie to warn him should you go overboard with the drinks, and two hours later, he was getting a call from her about how you were fucking plastered.

“Are you single, by any chance?” You asked, turning to him with an extremely serious expression. Bruce cocked an eyebrow and held you steadily, both hands on your hips, preventing you from swaying as obviously as you were. “There’s no way you are. You're far too hot. Fuck, you really are one handsome fucker. Look at his jawline – “ You reached to touch his face and Bruce softly caught your hand, bringing it down next to the other one and releasing it once he understood you would not try to touch him again.

“How about we get in the car, huh?” He asked, opening the door before him, and making sure you got in without tripping or falling or hurting yourself – a miraculous feat in itself.

“What a gentleman, holy fuck,” you slurred, shaking your head, “Mister, not only are you the hottest man I've ever seen, you’re also a gentleman. You're the whole package. You know, I think I'm in love with you. I’m so in love with you, it’s actually insane. Holy shit.”

“Well, we have been married for a couple of years. I'd expect you to at least like me.” He replied nonchalantly.

Next to him, your jaw dropped. Your mouth hung wide open, and you blinked repeatedly, staring at the man in front of you. You didn’t seem to notice the car was already in motion, Alfred looking amusedly at you through the front mirror.

“We are?” You asked, blinking a few more times, much to Bruce’s delight.

“We are.”

“We’re married!?”

“For almost three years now. Happiest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

The information took a while to settle in your brain. You turned your head comically slow to the side, and stared through the window, Gotham’s city lights blinding and eternal. Then, you turned to him again. There was no way the handsome man before you was your husband, was he? He was wearing a lovely dark blue sweater polo, and dark pants. His hair was combed back, but there seemed to be no product on it. He looked effortlessly perfect, and it was hard for you to just believe he was yours. I mean, how could a man like this belong to you?

Bruce seemed to read your mind, because he took your hand in his and turned it in his palm, showcasing the pretty gold band around your ring finger. Your eyes widened even more as he showed you his own, and you looked from his hand to yours, trying to put the pieces together.

“We are married.”

“We are.”

“Holy fuck. You're my husband.”

“And you’re my wife.” The phrase was said with a soft smile that often accompanied whatever words Bruce said about you – after all, he was whipped.

You stared at him for a while longer, before bringing your hand up to your arm and pinching it.

“Are you sure this isn't a dream?”

“I’m sure. We're here, honey,” he said, looking out of the window. The car ride had felt like an eternity to you, but maybe that was simply because your notion of time was warped. In only a few minutes, Alfred had parked in front of Wayne Manor and Bruce was leaving the limo to help you out.

“C’mon, hold my hand,” he said, extending his arm to you. You looked at him, at his shiny hair and beautiful eyes and giggled like a schoolgirl in live – which was exactly how you felt. You took his hand and did your best to maneuver your way out of the limo. Unfortunately, your head had other plans. You stood up far too quickly and your head began to spin, causing Bruce to hold onto you tighter. He pressed you against him to keep you from falling, but your body swayed from side to side before catching on itself. You tripped and were quite sure that��d be your end, when you felt Bruce’s hands steading you.

“Where are you going?” He joked, turning you to face him. You gazed into his eyes, and he chuckled at the confusion and laziness laced in yours. You had a dazed look to yourself, lips slightly parted and brows furrowed.

“Think you can walk on your own?” Bruce asked, even though he knew what the answer would be.

“Where are we going? Where are you taking me?” You asked, looking around. Once you caught sight of Wayne Manor, you chuckled, pointing at it like an excited child. “There’s no way. That’s where we live? We live in a freaking castle!? Can this day get any better!?”

The man before you just smiled and shook his head. Whatever you’d drunk had worked you up pretty well. He bent over slightly and scooped you up in his arms, earning a giggle out of you.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, swinging your legs slightly, before you realised just how nauseous all the motions made you, and decided to stop. “What're you doing?”

“I’m taking my lovely wife to bed, because she’s unwell.” Was his response as he crossed the threshold of your shared home, Alfred following close behind.

“Should I prepare a bath, Master Wayne?” The butler asked, glancing over at your figure, now far too busy gaping at the magnitude of your home.

“Yes please, Alfred. I'll try to get her out of these clothes.”

“Very well, sir.”

Alfred moved to your shared bedroom, and Bruce followed, albeit slower. He was afraid moving too quickly would cause you to feel sick, and the last thing he wanted, was you vomiting. Not because he didn't want your puke all over his floor or anything – simply because seeing you in pain or discomfort caused him an ache that was too big to even describe.

Once he reached your bedroom, he placed you on top of your shared bed, holding you closely.

“I’m gonna let go of your arms to take off your shoes. Think you can manage not to fall?”

“Why you letting go of me, handsome?” You pouted. It was adorable really, and it took every ounce of control in Bruce’s body not to claim your lips with his own. He wasn't going to take advantage of you, not when you were intoxicated and not thinking straight.

“It’s just for a while. Let's get you out of this dress, okay? And won’t it be nice to take off your shoes?”

“Yeeeeeeeah,” you whined, wiggling your legs in front of him. “They’re hurting me so bad. Why did I choose to wear heels?”

“Well, you said you looked, and I quote, really fucking hot in them.”

“Shit. I bet I did.” You chuckled. For a few seconds, you lost balance and fell backwards on your bed, laughing loudly. Bruce looked at you and just sighed, trying his best to avoid your legs as you kicked and wiggled around, before finally being able to take off your high heel shoes.

“Master Wayne, the Madame's bath is ready,” came Alfred’s voice as he returned from the bathroom.

“Thank you, Alfred. Feel free to retire for the night.”

“Are you sure, sir?”

“Yeah, I'll take care of her. Just go get some sleep.”

“Very well, then. Goodnight, sir.”

“Goodnight, Alfred.”

“Goodnight, miss.”

“Goooooooood niiiiiiiiiight!” You laughed loudly.

“On second thought, could you please get her something to eat? A toast would be nice, something light. I can’t possibly give her medication on an empty stomach.”

“Right away, sir.”

Alfred left the room, and you rolled around on the bed, unknowingly scrambling away from Bruce’s body.

“Honey, please stop moving. The quicker we do this, the quicker you can go to bed. Don't you want that? To get some rest? Get into your comfy pyjamas, get under your blankets?” He tried bargaining with you, but he knew it would be heard in the state you were in. It was like getting a hyperactive child to go to bed.

“Nope,” you popped the “p” with a grin, and quickly sat up, eyeing your husband with a knowing grin. “I want a kiss from you.”

“Bath first. Kisses later.”

“No, kisses now. I want a kiss from my husband. You are my husband, right?”

“I am.”

“Okay then, kiss me.”

“I can’t. You're not feeling well, and I don’t want to take advantage of you.” Bruce explained calmly.

“So, you don’t love me.” The seriousness in your voice stopped Bruce in his tracks. What?

“Honey, I do love you. That’s why I'm telling you to go to sleep. Right now, you need to get some rest. The sooner, the better.”

“You don’t love me,” your lip wobbled almost comically, and large tears welled up in your eyes. Instead of being annoyed, Bruce found it somewhat endearing. He could never find you irritating, no matter what the context was. To him, you’d always be the most important person in the world, no matter how you found yourself. “You don't love me, and you don’t wanna kiss me. Is that it? Is our marriage a fraud? Did you even ever love me?”

“Darling, I do love you. Come on, let’s get you in the tub, is that okay?”

“You don’t love me anymore,” you leaned your head backwards as tears rolled down your cheeks, and Bruce was quick to move next to you on the bed, gathering you in his arms. You cuddled against him almost instantly, pressing your face against his neck and wrapping your arms around his middle. Bruce soothed you with soft words of reassurance. Yes, he did love you. Very much. You were the light of his life, and he worried so, so much about you. He never wanted to see you in pain. That was why he was being so bossy, because he just wanted you to feel better. All of this because he loved you immensely.

After a while, you looked up at him, bottom lip jutting out.

“So you love me?”

“Incredibly so.”

“Kiss me?”

“Just once. And then, bath.”

You nodded eagerly, tilting your head upwards and making kissy motions with your lips. Bruce rolled his eyes in amusement and leaned down, giving you a soft peck.

“There. Now, bath.”

“What!? That wasn't a kiss! You barely touched me! I want a real one,” you whined again, pushing away and looking at him with a scandalised expression. “A big one. And then bath. Pleeeeeeeeeease?”

“You’re so lucky I love you,” Bruce mumbled before cupping your cheek and tilting your head upwards so he could kiss you. This time it was longer, his tongue darted out to explore your lower lip and he could still taste the alcohol you’ve had at the club. You melted instantly into his touch, humming, and pulling him closer. However, the moment you tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled away and tutted.

“No. Time for a bath now. Okay?” Bruce caressed your cheek softly and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“You're a really good kisser. I want one more, c’mon.”

“No, we agreed on one kiss. Now you need a bath. After that, and only if you’re good, I'll kiss you some more. Okay?”

You gave him the dreamiest smile he thinks he’s ever seen, and sat up almost immediately, bringing your hands to your head shortly after. “'s spinning…” you mumbled.

“I know, honey. Let me take care of you, alright?”

“Alright.”

Bruce picked you up in his arms once again and brought you to the en-suite bathroom. he sat you down on top of the toilet lid, carefully helping you remove your dress and underwear and pressing kisses against the exposed skin every so often to make you smile. After you were naked, he removed your makeup and helped you inside the bathtub, where you laid back and sighed in relief. Bruce was quite sure you were getting to the drowsy state of your drunkenness, so he didn't force you to talk or tire yourself out even more. All he wanted was for you to feel good.

He helped you bathe, lathering up soap and rubbing soothing circles on your arms, legs and whole body so you could wash the day off you. Once he started washing your thighs, you turned your head to him and gave him a cheeky smile, to which he replied, “Not tonight, you need to rest”, and that was the end of it. This handsome man who happened to be a really good kisser (and apparently your husband) seemed to know what he was doing, so no matter how much you wanted him to touch you somewhere else, you’d agree with what he was saying. After all, he was right, you were already feeling much better.

Once you were done, Bruce wrapped you around in a fluffy towel, carefully drying you off. The fluffy fabric was soft against your skin, and you smiled as Bruce applied body lotion on your body. Even if you were tired and couldn't do it yourself, he would always do it for you. He did promise you forever, in sickness and in health. And he supposes in intoxication and sobriety as well.

When he sat you back down on your bed, you were wearing your pajamas and your eyes were threatening to close.

“How about you stay here while I get something for you to drink?” He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You frowned. Why was he leaving? And why was he getting you a drink? You didn't want any drinks. Drinks had made you feel like this. You wanted the handsome man to kiss you some more. Fuck, he really was a good kisser. Maybe you could convince him to kiss you in your –

“Honey? You hear me?”

“Why are you going? Don’t go. I don’t want any drinks. My stomach is hurting,” you chided softly.

“I’m getting you something for your stomach, okay? It'll make you feel better. Do you trust me?”

“I do. I think I trust you with all my life, you know. You've been so kind to me.”

Bruce smiled at your words and kissed the top of your head, whispering “I’ll be right back”.

Almost as if on cue, Alfred knocked on the door of your shared bedroom and walked in after Bruce opened it for him. He handed the Wayne heir a small plate and offered you a sympathetic smile before leaving the room.

“Hey honey, think you can eat some of this?” Bruce asked, returning to your side.

You looked at the plate in front of you and at the sheets in your bed.

“I'm not gonna eat in bed.”

“It’s okay, we’ll just wash the sheets later.”

“No, that’s – ewwww! No, I don’t wanna eat in bed. C'mon, help me up.”

Bruce only had a few seconds to remove the plate from in front of you when you threw the covers back and tried to stand up on your own, failing miserably and having to clutch onto his arm.

“I’ll do it there,” you pointed towards your vanity and Bruce nodded. He'd always comply.

Once you sat down and busied yourself with your toast, Bruce hurried towards the bathroom. He prepared a glass of water and some pain relievers to prevent a potential headache. Once he returned, you were already up on wobbly legs, doing your best to make it to the bathroom bu yourself.

“Hey – hey,” Bruce put down the glass and pill, immediately rushing for you. “Why are you up?”

“Look, you’re super fine and I totally wanna do you,” you slurred, “But you’re helping me far too much and I don’t wanna bother you. You've been like a babysitter, and I'm not a baby, and I can walk on my own because I am a strong independent woman, and I don’t need your super strong arms to carry me, even though I really like it when you do that because you’re so hot. I’ll walk on my own.”

Bruce smiled at your words. You'd always been one to dote on him and compliment him. He was used to flattery, sure, but he always knew you meant every word you said, they weren't just empty phrases to get you on his good graces. He brought you closer by the waist and caressed your cheek.

“I know you’re a strong independent woman.”

“I am.”

“And I know you can do it by yourself.”

“I can. I can do it by myself.”

“I know. But let me help you.” He kissed you softly and you sighed against his lips. There was really no argument here, was it? It wasn't a hard choice. You let Bruce help you as you walked towards the bathroom. He turned around while you peed (not like he hadn't seen you like that before, he just wanted to give you some privacy), and steadied you while you washed your hands and made your way back to bed.

Once you were comfortably sitting down (again), he brought the glass of water and the pill to you, which you took with no complaints.

“There’s my lovely girl. It’ll help you feel better in the morning.”

“Okay,” you nodded, placing the glass on the bedside table next to you. “Are you gonna go now?”

“Why would I? I'm going to bed too.”

“Here?”

“Yes. Here.”

“We sleep together? In the same bed?”

Bruce walked around the bed so he could lay down on his side, and you followed suit, although much slower.

“Every night.”

You sighed and turned to face him, a silly smile playing on your lips as your eyes fluttered close.

“I can’t believe I'm this lucky. I'm married to a really hot gentleman, my house is super big, and I get to sleep with you every night. This is the dream.”

Bruce chuckled and wrapped one arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. And something in your subconscious mind must’ve recognised his touch because you molded yourself against him, leg wrapping around his waist and head resting just under his chin. You mumbled something incoherent under your breath and were out within seconds.

Bruce could only smile. He knew tomorrow morning you might have the worst of headaches, of nauseas, and he would be more than happy to spend his day catering to you, holding back your hair if you puked, and nursing you back to full health. You were the love of his life, and you’d already done so much for him, bringing life and colour back to his once bleak existence, teaching him what true love was like, and turning his house into a home, a safe space he could always return to.

He pressed a kiss on top of your head and squeezed you tighter, whispering four words in the quiet night.

“I’m the lucky one.”

A/N: And that's it!! I hope you guys enjoyed this. I love this man so much, I wish it was him taking care of me instead of myself. Would not have tripped and swayed so much yesterday if I had his strong arms around me fr. Anyway, I love alcohol, I have zero regrets and I even got to write a Bruce fic. Win-win!

Have an amazing day, y'all!!! <3

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lakemojave · 5 days

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So for those who might not know I've been streaming this co op run of Baldur's Gate 3 with my friends--there's 4 of us, which means no room for NPCs in the overland party, but lots of space for our own silly RP. We've been coming up with a great story for these 4 so far, but we try and weave in the NPCs here and there (one of us is romancing Lae'zel, and our Dark Urge had a big interaction with Wyll). However the most insane thing thus far has been with the character we've addressed the least: Gale.

Early in the playthrough, our paladin said he had no new magic items for Gale to consume. Due to a bug, this made Gale so upset that he left the party permanently. No big deal, right? Well, soon enough that same paladin gets the ability to summon Shovel the Quasit, whom he promptly named New Gale.

Good times so far. In our 8th episode we actually took New Gale with us to the underdark quests with the Duergar and the mines and such, and despite having poor attack options and seven hit points, he rolled very well and survived nearly every combat. The same cannot be said for the rest of us that session--we had numerous speech check errors and TPKs that meant we had to reload several save states. A convenient, in universe explanation? Well, a wizard did it. THE wizard did it. New Gale can send us back in time, I guess.

So we had fun and kept the bit going until, about 2 hours in, we face off with a bunch of magma mephits in the underforge. No big deal, except they explode when they die and two of them are surrounding New Gale. Our monk, not realizing that New Gale would take lethal fall damage if thrown like 30 feet away, threw New Gale like 30 feet away, killing him instantly. Such an amazing streak ended by friendly fire.

New Gale was too good a bit to let die so easily though. The very next session, we used a hireling mechanic to summon a gnome wizard to hang around our camp, who we decided was New Gale's reincarnation. We haven't taken him into battle onscreen, but we've kept the bit up so much that his time loop powers are actually canon to our party's made up story (check out episode 12 for that, I won't spoil it here). However, recently we realized that we can put this hireling gnome in the mirror that changes your appearance and/or name. We call him whatever we want in game. So now we have this fucking guy hanging around our camp all the time and I have to stop myself from howling with laughter every single time.

#bg3 #the direct actors #new gale

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girlfromthecrypt · 9 months

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My first Writeblr tag game!!

Thanks so much for the tag @mthollowell-writes! This is one of my first ever tag-games, so I'm pumped. Also, this made me realize I rly need to do a WIP intro for my main project. It's a dark fantasy/horror with some romance, too. The working title is Fucked Up Fairytale. That aside, let's goooooo

1) What motivates you to write?

Anything and everything! Writing is my coping mechanism, for good times and bad. It helps me keep hold of happy feelings and release negative ones.

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

I have multiple WIPs, but I'm going to refer to the one I plan on actually turning into a book. The working title is Fucked Up Fairytale. That may undergo revisions. Anyhow, I'll share two lines/snippets, if I may! Mainly because the first one is very short indeed. Here it is:

I braced myself for stupidity, and he didn’t let me down. —This is in the main character's (Margot's) narrative inner voice during a conversation with her little brother.

And here's the other one, same chapter, same conversation! I feel like I may have gone a little overboard with Margot's world-weariness, but I kinda like it:

“The world I dream of has me making six figures at a job where my boss doesn’t need me to show him my tits,” I said, a chill creeping into my tone. “It has me going home at a reasonable hour so I can watch TV and fall asleep with a bag of spicy chips, preferably next to a spouse who doesn’t mind that they make me gassy.”

Neither of us spoke for a couple beats. Then, softly, my brother asked, "And where's the magic in that?"

"Nowhere, Callie. That's kind of the point."

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

That would apply to Margot's love interest from Fucked Up Fairytale. He's, um… special. To me, and in general. Seeing as he's one of the Folk, it would be unwise to share his name, especially since not even Margot knows it as of right now. He calls himself the Huntsman, so that'll work for now.

He's this rather delicate-looking youngish man; slender, short and long-haired—he's quite pretty, really. And he's the smuggest, most self-satisfied dork you've ever met, but in a sweet, non-threatening way. I just love his and Margot's more wholesome exchanges. They clash a lot; she's a recent university graduate, has been a skeptic all her life and didn't mean to get roped up into any supernatural stuff, and he's this forest-dwelling fairy-like entity. But they end up being really good for each other, despite (or perhaps because of) their differences. Even though their dynamic starts off based purely on physical attraction, it grows into something more and their interactions really feel cathartic at times.

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

I love what happens shortly after getting the idea for something. It's like a little twitch in the brain that grows and grows and it's just… awesome. And I'm not actually doing anything at that stage, so it's also the easiest step. Also, I just love writing dialogue.

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

I think that's also writing dialogue! Not much else to say there. Oh, and nature descriptions sometimes. I've been told my nature descriptions are beautiful.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

How passionate everyone is! We all do the same thing, we write, and we all love doing it. And there's such an undertone of positivity to it all, of openness. That's really nice.

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Oof. This one's too hard for me. I'm honestly struggling with a lot of writing software so… I don't have a good answer to that.

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

The majority of Fucked Up Fairytale takes place in a single location. It's a magical forest that is its own entity, almost deity-adjacent. Certain characters worship it to gain its protection and power, but it can also be dangerous, trapping humans and turning them into so something they're… not.

I just really like that forest! I enjoy describing it, I enjoy creating new creatures it may be harboring, I enjoy lending this seemingly inanimate idyllic environment a personality that kind of shines through in a lot of scenes. I almost wish it were real. Almost.

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

I'm with you.

That's all I, or anyone, can really offer, I believe. I've dealt with month-long dry spells, really horrible ones. I know it's shitty, I know it sucks. My advice, if I had any, would be to force yourself to write anyways. It's the only way to get back into it, and you should never ever give up writing. Writing is worth it.

10) Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

Well, obviously I'm gonna have to mention @prismatic-bell who once wrote a wonderful thirty-part fanfic to one of my stories and is, in fact, amazing. Xe has contributed greatly to a lot of my stories and I will be forever grateful for that. Also @rehnwriter who helped me set up my blog because I'm bad at internet stuff and need constant surveillance.

I'm tagging… uh… anyone who sees this and wants to participate! I'm really eager to get to know more folks from this community.

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synobun · 4 months

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One of them tag games

So I wasn't actually tagged by @cour5t in this, but I was tagged by @rosewinterborn in a very similar game, so I'm stealing the first and pretending it's the second, since the second had a few questions that didn't apply to me x)

Last song: I'm gonna do the last song I've had on repeat for this!

Favorite color: I never know what to say for this. Black? Dark red? Dark purple? Dark green? That whole colour palette is the bomb dot com.

Last movie/show: The last movie I watched that was new was Nimona! It was fantastic, 10/10 lives up to the hype. The last show I finished was Reacher. It was okay.

Next on my watchlist: I've finally started watching Criminal Minds, but I'm already kind of burning out on it midway through season two. And there's still like 300 episodes left. Ridic. I should probably catch up on Foundation and For All Mankind. Next movie is the cartoon version of Mulan!

Last game: Prey! I did a replay of Doom 3 a while ago and mused that the horror story-game genre should be revived, and then on a whim I decided to play Prey without knowing anything about it. And it's the exact kind of game I was talking about. It's pretty good.

Last book: Rebirth of the Sigil by Peri Akman. It was disappointing. :/ Especially since I know what the author is otherwise capable of. I had the same thing happen with John Gwynne recently as well.

Sweet/savory/spicy: Savory, I think? I don't have an instinctive sense of what savory is. Google says it's a meaty taste, and I rely heavily on protein, so I guess that. I have a pretty low tolerance for sweetness despite liking sodas and such. I don't like most desserts or can only eat a tiny amount. Spicy is alright but my digestive system disagrees.

Relationship status: *vague gesturing*

Last thing I searched online: The hours for my pharmacy to see if it was too late to pick up my medication.

Current obsession: I am generally not an obsessive person when it comes to, like, interests and activities. But I am an obsessive person when it comes to thoughts and emotions. Lately I've been struggling a lot with thinking about eternity. It has not been fun. On a lighter note, I have also been thinking more regularly about writing. Perhaps someday that will translate into action!

Greatest flaw: How much time do you have? This is actually something I have difficulty answering, because the line between something forced upon me and something that is actually inherent to me is blurred a lot of the time.

I think I'd say how I behave when I'm spiraling mentally. I close off and disappear from almost everyone in my life. Occasionally I can keep up appearances with one group but not the rest, but by and large I become a ghost. When I am in a conversation during those cycles, it's crazy how badly I'm affected. I don't become cruel or mean toward others, but my speech becomes jilted, I can't make eye contact, and I am just devastatingly hateful against myself.

It's partly why I isolate, so that I don't have to expose others to that behaviour. It happens on a yearly basis though, and it can last for weeks at a time, so it has a pretty negative impact on my relationships. I also have no idea how to navigate being in one of those moods while part of a relationship where daily contact is an expectation. When I was part of a romantic relationship, instead of having one big prolonged dip, I would fade in and out of it. A couple weeks good, a couple days bad. Rinse and repeat. Awful. Terrible. Annoying. There's almost no predicting when it'll happen either.

Fic I’m currently reading: I rarely read fics because I have no patience for wading through wish fulfillment, horny writing, and "He would not fucking say that" fics, so there's only one that I vaguely keep up with. My friend has a Mass Effect fic, which can be found here. It focuses on femShep(/Kaidan) and Tali(/Garrus) and is post-ME3.

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I tag anyone who sees this and actually made it to the end, tbh. But for sake of poking, I tag @rosewinterborn with this variant, and also @deadlyessencewhispers, @tananaphone, @stupid-elf, @carrotblr, @atinydroid, @imtryingx, and, uh, uh... I don't know... let's see... @kkshowtunes, @d3viantvanguard, and @awritingcaitlin. I probably just tagged everyone who follows me. Anyway thanks bye

#tag game #in which i talk too much and reveal too much

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selfpositiveundertale · 1 year

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Hey. Vent post and update. Not a happy post.

I'm not okay. I don't know when or if I will be okay. My health seems to be getting worse. I'm having a problem that, going from the symptoms, seems a lot like hypoglycemia, but my most recent blood work says I am not diabetic or prediabetic and everything looked normal. As I understand it, hypoglycemia without diabetes is a rare condition, but with my luck and my medical history I would not be surprised. I'm needing to eat more and more frequently and it seems like the specific types of food that were helping to keep the problems at bay just aren't as effective anymore, and now I can barely even tell what specific thing I need to eat. Do I need protein? Do I need greens? Do I need complex carbs? Do I need sugar? Who knows! Not me! I just have to guess and hope I guess right, or else my body is going to throw a fit about it and give me a matter of minutes to consume the Correct Thing before it just makes me go to sleep.

I dare not stray outside my list of safe foods, and by safe foods I mean foods that won't make my issues worse. Most candy, soda, white bread, anything with a lot of simple carbs or refined sugars is out of the question if I want to stay awake, upright, and functional, with few exceptions. Even honey, eating fruit, plant based protein, most vegetables besides dark leafy greens and potatoes and sweet potatoes, and things like white rice or bread that's been enriched with nutrients, at best does no good and at worst makes me feel like I'm going to keel over, which really sucks because my ultimate comfort food is soup beans and cornbread, and if I could eat that to get me through the day I would. The only things I can at least somewhat rely on are animal protein(preferably red meat but seafood, poultry, or eggs will do in a pinch, and whey protein is a last resort), dark leafy greens(kale, collard greens, that kind of thing), fruit juice(MUST be 100% juice) or fruit smoothies, and complex carbs(mostly whole grains, potatoes, and sweet potatoes, but oat milk works for a quick fix).

I'm trying to find solutions and work around this whole thing so I can go on with my life. I'm baking a lot of whole grain cornbread these days because it's easy to make and is the perfect thing when I need my carbs. I might need to invest in a bulk amount of beef jerky. I had been getting bulk amounts of cans of apple juice online but that's been harder to get in recent weeks so I've just been getting a 90-something-oz jug of grape juice from the store instead. My therapist suggested I start making green smoothies rather than just eating my greens cooked, so I might start getting my greenery in that way. Throwing the green stuff into the blender with some oat milk, chopped fruit, and a scoop of whey protein powder might make my life easier. I'll also discuss it with my chiropractor when I see him later this week, as he is a licensed nutritionist and can probably help me figure something out.

I'm so dang sick of being tired or hungry or both 24/7 and my body being like a fuel inefficient car that guzzles a whole tank of gas just to get you to the other side of town. If I go longer than an hour or so without eating or if I eat the wrong thing, I start getting hit by fatigue, dizziness, headache, shakiness, confusion, blurring vision, weakness, stuttering or slurred speech, and it'll get worse until I either eat something or fall asleep. If I fall asleep, I usually at least wake up with just enough strength to get something small and quick into my system and give myself the energy to think of what I need to do next.

I don't know what this is or why it's happening. I find myself wondering if it could be related to my fibromyalgia, or a long term side effect from when I caught covid a year or two ago, or if I've messed up my liver by taking Excedrin Migraine for the chronic headaches I've had since 2011, or if I'm alone in this. I haven't met anyone else dealing with this exact thing. Every time I go a-googling, I only ever find articles about diabetes and I want to scream BUT I DON'T HAVE THAT SO WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO??? They say a problem well defined is half solved, but what can you do about it when you don't even have the resources to define the problem?

I have cried so much in the last week or so because I'm so frustrated with this. It's ruining everything in my life. I can't complete my personal responsibilities, I can't keep up with most of my friends except for the small handful of my very closest friends, I haven't been active on here in ages, haven't been able to get any crochet work done, barely been able to practice any self care beyond eating whatever I have the strength to put together, and I'm starting to lose sight of the point of existing if it has to be in a body that hurts all the time and can't hold onto fuel. I'm frustrated, I'm tired, I'm scared, I'm sad, I'm angry, I'm lost, and it's getting harder and harder to not lose hope. I'm really trying to hang in there, but it's so hard.

I don't know what to do anymore.

It's after 2am, so I think I'll stop there and try to get some sleep. Maybe tomorrow will be better. One can hope.

Stay determined. I'm trying to.

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sonorousabyss · 1 year

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Hello, i hope youre doing alright!! May I ask for a Star wars romantic Match up? Thank you in advance if you do<3

I'm masc Non-Binary They/Them & Gay/Queer (male attraction). My Star sign is Leo and I'm INTJ-T if that's of any use.

I have short layered Blood Red hair, but I seem to dye it every month! My fav colors to switch are Red and Baby Blue!! My eyes are rlly dark Brown, almost Black. Im more on the short side (5"0ft/152.4cm) & what people call a baby face.

Minus all that I'm not "mean" but people always assume on first glance that I would fight them(never understood that as im quite shy upon first meet, i prefer to stay with myself), I do have a lot of fighting experience but that's only for when someone swings first. I have some hard anger issues but never take them out on people, at least I try not to, I do enjoy a good argument tho,, i also tyoically yell or curse in german when im mad my friends think its the funniest thing ever. But once you get past most of that I've been discribed as much of a protective father/brother figure by a lot of my friends, I always try to be there for the people im close with, I have the Humor of a little teenager boy dispute the fact it's hard for me to laugh with Alexithymia. (Ex; I giggle at the word balls :")) with Alexithymia I typically have a monotone expression and voice as it's hard for me to express or tell what emotion im feeling.

I LOVE listening to people talk about the simplest things they find interesting, even if it sounds dumb I prefer to listen to those around me speak. I don't like talking due to my Alexithymia and stutter, but I could talk about Space and Science for hours!

My main Hobby is writing, but I enjoy doodling my friends or landscapes!

My style in clothing is much more bright and "loud", I enjoy the kidcore theme of clothing and dress in vibarant colours! My favorite colors are pastels!!

I enjoy background Sound when it's more quiet, vibrants and pastels, reading, and science/math!

I dislike extremely loud sounds, yelling, and crowds!

I've been told my Love Language is quality time and Gift Giving, im afraid of physical touch but also extremely touch starved, I'd like a hug but the idea also scares me lol 😵‍💫..

I apologize if this was too much or a lot to read, take your time Sonor if you decide to do it!! Have a good day<3

AN: Don't worry about it Anon, it wasn't too much! Had a few potential matches but I figured it'd be safer than sorry to take my time with yours. Hope you don't mind getting someone from the humanoid-adjacent partner pool!

Plo Koon is one of the most down-to-earth living beings you'll ever truly meet and just an overall sweetheart.

Despite the disposition that you appear to portray- that being of someone on the more vocally or physically violent side- Plo could sense your good nature resting underneath. He never once doubted that you were a decent person.

That said, he found it quite curious that you tended to keep to yourself, given the aura you almost seem to give off with the force. I don't imagine that it would take too long for him to put two-and-two together that you were just shy, but the reason for that level of withdrawn attitude would be a question that nags at the edge of his mind.

Unlike other Jedi who would either keep their distance from you entirely or jump right into conversation (or at least try to), he was definitely on the more tactful side when it came to initiating conversations. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and conversely, didn't want to risk you being lonely either. He sought a healthy balance.

Amusingly enough, the monotonous way in which you speak isn't something that would bother him all too much in the long scheme of things, nor with the lack of expression. Plo is keen when it comes to communication, so if he isn't sure about something there's no doubt that he'd ask for clarification.

Furthermore, when it comes to speech patterns, you're both in a similar boat considering that his speech is slightly unique as well. He thinks about what he says, and there's this draw of emphasis he seems to put on certain syllables and words. It's not so much that he's sluggish as he is slow and deliberate. Fairly refreshing, actually.

As for conversational topics, I imagine that you both would have many things to discuss- common interests or otherwise. He doesn't mind carrying the conversation if it makes you most comfortable, but you'd find that no matter how much you stutter he'd be right at your side, gaze fixated on you and only you as you speak.

He thoroughly enjoys your rants on space, science, and the like that you both share in your free time, finding them both interesting and insightful. Quite a few things you've mentioned have drifted in and out of his mind when he's out on missions, and a fact or two has come in very handy.

Though he's less argumentative than quite a few of his peers, debates between you two are also something that he looks forward to. They can be quite amusing, although not much can quite chalk up to the feeling seeing you curse under your breath in german gives him.

More than likely, he's walked in on you while you were with his men doing so, and at least once you were shouting. The boys in white might not have known exactly what you were saying, but he certainly caught on quick.

Let's just say he got a good chuckle during those excursions.

When you start changing up your look, you'll find he almost immediately notices- especially in regards to your hair. He compliments it frequently. Your style of dress, though quite unlike his own, also interests him. He's done a bit of research in an attempt to locate where the style originated from, to varying levels of success. I don't imagine you'll ever catch him partaking, but he makes sure you know he appreciates the looks you do.

As far as amusement goes, he probably trusts the force to gauge just how pleased you are by certain situations to better get a grasp on your humor. He finds the level of 'immurity', as some would call it, in your tastes amusing... in that it's just another character trait of yours that makes you unique. He also may or may not have tipped off his men so you could have a good time hanging with them, not that he openly stated so. He'd probably tease you a tad if you questioned whether or not he was the culprit.

He finds your 'big brotherly' and 'fatherly' attitude towards those around you quite endearing, especially to those younger than yourself. He's been fairly well known to have a good reputation with the younglings (or at least Ahsoka) and has a similar relationship with her that you have with others, so it's something he understands quite well.

Of the potential suitors in the Jedi Order, he's fairly logical, which means that you are going to have a lot more leeway when it comes to what missions you do and do not go on. While others like Skywalker or Kenobi would have openly objected to you going on more dangerous missions had you been their partner, Plo lets logic take the lead and knows that you're capable of defending yourself.

That said, don't think he'll just let you partake in whatever mission you want whenever, regardless of the danger. You will be debriefed on the situation for your safety if you are going, and when the rare circumstance arises that he 100% does not want to see you on the gunship with him and his men, he isn't really going to be someone you can negotiate with. Not that you can't try- it's just that he'll have an armada of rock-solid arguments that'll be extremely difficult to counter.

He's the type that would rather you avoid violent situations if at all possible but feels much more comfortable knowing that you have legitimate fighting experience under your metaphorical, pastel belt on the off-chance it becomes unavoidable. The safer you are, the more he can focus on his work without worry.

I imagine exchanging feelings was a rather interesting situation for him given his position in the order, but when he did share them with you it was heartfelt and in the comfort of a quiet room, or hallway. Perhaps located by a balcony or window with a view.

Personally, I picture quality time as one of his love languages, which works quite well for both of you. As for physical touch though? He'd recognize and respect your fear and reserve such contact for moments he was certain you were fine with it. It probably wasn't common during the start of your relationship but became more frequent as you got comfortable over time.

On the notion of fears, Plo is the type to help you with them if at all possible, even if it takes a long time to do so. The long haul doesn't bother him much- not with how long he's lived.

One of Plo's favorite ways to spend quality time with you together is when you're drawing. He finds the process quite enjoyable, and never hesitates to compliment you on your technique. Your skill never ceases to amaze him.

He almost certainly has a drawing you've made of him and/or the boys in his quarters. Likely framed, and either sitting on a desk or mounted on a wall. He makes sure to value any gifts he's given.

Overall it's a very trusting, wholesome relationship and one that doesn't often yield issues. You simply set his heart aflutter.

AN: There are few words to describe this relationship other than "Wholesome." It's not one that drudges up particularly chaotic scenarios in mind, but the sheer stability that comes with a relationship with this man is rather comforting. For those who got this far, I hope you enjoyed! May the force be with you, and may your day be as pleasant as the ocean's abyss is deep!

For those who are new here, I take requests. You can find my rules here.

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steadfastmockingbird · 1 year

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Yesterday evening I made the choice to sit next to the loud drunk man on the train and talk to him, because engaging him in conversation meant it was less likely other people would get annoyed and escalate an anxious but otherwise harmless person into an assault or worse.

He told me his first name. Apologised for being drunk, and told me about his anxiety and depression, and how he's been refused meaningful help for it until he can stay sober, but being sober at all makes the anxiety unbearable. I don't want to know what made him feel so awful that the prospect of not drinking is overwhelming and insurmountable.

There aren't many resources for working class middle aged men with mental health issues in this country. Doctors historically have very little patience with self medicating patients.

I told him my first name, and about my grandma - how she's 85 and she WILL tell you, and how she haggles like a rug merchant. I told him a little about the work I do, and how it drains me emotionally but it feels like I've done something meaningful at the end of the day. Told him about my cat, how she's a little dictator.

We talked about the british countryside, and wondered what it would be like to live in one if the isolated farm houses - quiet and dark at night, but maybe neither of us would feel safe so alone. Talked about places we've lived and what it's like going from a place where everyone knows everyone to where you're a stranger.

My stop was the one before his, and he shook my hand and thanked me for the lovely conversation. I don't know if the train staff would have thrown him off several stops earlier, or if he'd have tried having a conversation with someone who wouldn't have reacted well, but man, I get self medicating. I get having coping mechanisms that are incompatible with what we class as functional and socially acceptable. I mean, if he'd had a BBC accent and worn a suit I doubt as many would have been visibly hostile. Hell, recieved pronunciation and a bottle of champagne in hand and they'd probably have embraced him. Maybe me having a speech therapy accent that sounds vaguely upper middle class and the 'right' mannerisms was enough to make a difference in terms of people leaving him alone for a bit, I dunno.

It frustrates me that all I could do was... be a person for half an hour. I have no phone number to give him that could help him, I have no magic answer to how he can get a doctor to give him anxiety treatment, I can't make the things that cause his anxiety stop being a problem.

This is not to say that everyone should go talk to the person being loud and drunk on public transport. It's an 'only if you feel safe' thing. I'm pretty tough, it was a fairly busy carriage, and I've done a lot of talking to drunk people - I'm pretty confident I can tell when someone is going to get hostile, and I was sure this guy wouldn't, and I'm good at steering a conversation back to calmer waters.

I'll be thinking about that guy. I'll likely never see him again, but I'll be wondering if he ever gets help for a long time.

#deep thoughts

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fuckkwithtwoks · 2 years

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A list of things my autistic ass has said to my co workers in one eight hour period

How do you guys want to die?

Do you believe in ghosts?

A ten minute speech about how the plural of octopus is more complicated and more simple than you think

Not to jinx myself but I've never done anything I regret

I can't regret things I have an ass tattoo (her name is Bonnie)

(my other tattoo is named Clyde, they're both sheet ghosts)

A lengthy explanation of what the rapture is and by proxy how scared of it I was as a child

A lengthy explanation of pagan holidays and how Christian traditions come from them

I'm not a woman unless Doja Cat is playing

A cumulative hour spent talking about my cat

Well I don't know my cat's birthday, but he's definitely a cancer so I decided his birthday is June 30 cause it just suits him, you know?

Coworker: the stuffed dolphins name is flips

Me: that's so basic why can't his name be Ferdinand? His name is Ferdinand now, you can't stop me

Don't ask me about Batman or I won't ever shut up

I used to really love Kelly green and then it was dark forest green but lately, this sentence is so stupid, I've been really into sage

Cheesecake Factory is like the height of fine dining

Have you ever waited in a Red Lobster parking lot for 3 hours at the age of 6? Because I have and it sucks

Well my first tattoo didn't have any meaning when I got it but it gained meaning by not having meaning, you know?

A long conversation about racism and how I've experienced it

Coworker: are you coming in on Saturday?

Me: absolutely fucking not

Coworker: our manager is getting us cheesecake factory

Me: I'll be there

#nonsense #this is just a small sample #in case anyone was wondering what being friends with me is like

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 1 year

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Hello ^-^ I'm tree anon. may I have a matchup for Genshin and My Hero Aca?

pronouns: they/she/he

Sexuality: I'm bisexual, male leaning

Zodiac/MBTI: Cancer, INFJ

Appearance: 6'0, black shoulder length hair. Chubby and dark skinned (around Arlan's skintone from Honkai Star Rail), I've been told I look like a mom or dress "homely". I have a very deep but soft voice.

Personality: I'm very shy and introverted + my social anxiety through the roof. Very insecure. But if I find a common interest with someone and confide in them, I can talk for hours about my interests. I'm a very passionate person and usually considered the "voice of reason" for my friend groups but I do enjoy teasing close friends once in a while. Light sarcastic jokes are also a strongsuit.

Likes/Dislikes/Hobbies: The softest place in my heart screams when a person remembers the littlest things I like. I love drawing, reading, and taking notes, and watching cartooms. I also love to do research and study. I really don't like excessively rude people or those who don't take responsibility for their actions :/

I also love turtles :^] tysm (*ˊᗜˋ*) -🌴

Hi 🌴 Anon! Thank you for your request! Hope you like your matchups!

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Shy, introverted, socially anxious buddies! Slowly but surely, you can both help each other come out of your respective shells.

I feel like Mika is slightly less shy if he's with someone he trusts so just having you there to support him means a lot.

Mika's also very self-conscious but sees the best in everyone else so he'll be the first person to support you whenever you feel insecure about yourself.

Mika loves listening to you talk about your favourite things! He doesn't talk a whole lot himself but he enjoys listening to other people.

Just be prepared to see Mika displaying the same speech tendencies as you have next time he talks to someone. He picks up things that he likes as a way of feeling more confident to talk.

Mika will also remember the smallest details about you. Oh, you want to go the this one specific book store? They have a copy of that one really specific book you mentioned in passing a month ago.

In My Hero Academia, I match you with...

Another shy, socially anxious boy!

As the "voice of reason" please try to make sure Izuku doesn't break all of the bones in his body. Yes, he'll still leap into battle without hesitation, but he'll work just a bit harder to try to strengthen his body and learn how to use One for All.

I feel like Izuku has a soft spot for all kinds of reptiles because of being friends with Tsuyu. He'd happily accompany you to the zoo to see some turtles.

You two can ramble together! Izuku already has a habit of talking about his hobbies almost without taking a break to breath so he'd be overjoyed to have someone that shares that tendency. It makes him feel a bit less guilty about talking so much.

Izuku will also remember everything you've told him. He keeps a notebook about you and he hopes you never find out about it; he might just explode from embarrassment if you do!

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #genshin impact #mika schmidt #my hero academia #izuku midoriya

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un1qu3 · 2 years

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Media and Information Literacy (13)

Twitter is my favorite media, despite its toxic tendencies and overwhelming user's opinions. I got it initially to follow some creators that were a lot more active in twitter but I ended up staying because of the creativity of certain accounts. They'd make beautiful artwork and short stories that capture my interest. It's a good pastime for me, scrolling through my feed and seeing all these works of art. I've had twitter for a little more than a year and I spend around 2hrs a day on it.

There are two types of media, traditional and new media. Traditional is everything before the age of the internet. And new media everything the internet offers. I think the most powerful media is social media, you can find all kinds of things on there. People's personal lives(or some fake ones), entertainment, news of all types, and you can share pretty much anything you want. The impact of media is somewhat overwhelming. When everyone is given access to something seemingly wonderful, boundless creativity blossoms. (Obviously that doesn't mean everyone has good intentions.) Media in a sense is a whole new world, and you get to explore it yourself. It's a way to express yourself, a way to communicate with others. In the world of media you can meet people with the same interests as you. Of course even in this new world there are dark corners. Cyberbullying, for some reason people tend to allow themselves to be more cruel just because they can hide behind their accounts. Toxicity online has somewhat been normalized because it was excused with, "These people are strangers, why does what I say matter to them?", this idea has enabled people to be viscious for fun. To let out their frustrations on a poor soul on the internet. Addiction, media can sometimes be a way of escape for some. They find a comfort in it that the real world hads't offered them. People spend whole days playing a video game, without sleep and rest. Hours and hours mindlessly pressing play again, with no thought of stopping.

Media in the Philippines and media in the US are similar because of the way people use them. Lots of people use media for entertainment, I'd say more than for learning purposes. Netflix, facebook, twitter, etc. are all things people use for entertainment or to connect with other people. People in the Philippines and people in the US may have a lot of differences but at the end of the day we are all still people. Each person uses media differently but with the same purposes.They differ due to freedom of speech. In the US news outlets are allowed to tell people the truth, to broadcast what the people need to know. Newspapers are allowed to headline corruption of the government. In the Philippines it is the opposite, if you have anything to say against the government you'll have to bite your tongue. News outlets have been banned trying to tell people the truth. People have been locked up because they disagreed. History is being erased and now repeated because the truth was hidden and glossed over.

Media and information literacy is important because if you aren't literate you'll be easily fooled by fake news. And fake news runs rampant so to be able to know the difference between real and fake news we have to practice literacy. I don't exactly know what to expect from this class, but I'm perfectly content the way it is now.

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bluejaem · 3 years

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𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐥.𝐡𝐜

↳ PAIRING | enemy!donghyuck × fem!reader

↳ GENRE | fluff, e2l!au (ig?)

↳ WARNING/s | cursing, they robbed a grocery store ;-; a kiss? cringey af, NOT PROOFREAD!!

↳ WORD COUNT | 957

↳ SYNOPSIS | it's just a rushed e2l oneshot sjfnsnfns

↳ AUTHOR'S NOTE | Thank you so much for 400 followers!! I wrote a little something in celebration of this milestone fshfhdhf. It may not be that great, and there may be a lot of grammar or vocabulary mistakes, my apologies! TYSM FOR THIS MILESTONE! Honestly, idk what I've written here lmao. Is this rushed? Yes. Yes, it is. Enjoy the shit I whipped up instead of studying for my math exam—

“Is he gone?” you turn back for the last time to check whether that certain someone was still chasing you both. “Come this way,” Donghyuck interlocked his hands with yours and pulled you towards a small alley at the corner of the street. You both leaned against the wall trying your best to hide yourselves and your shadows. You get this massive adrenaline rush, a feeling like you're flying or on fire. This may have been the most rebellious thing you’ve done in your whole life. And by this, I mean, you and donghyuck stealing from a grocery store. Sure, you must’ve done some other such things before too, and it may not be such a big deal, but in this case, the person who was your accomplice made it all the more a new experience for you. It was a wholly new and rare experience for you.

These past few hours with Donghyuck have made you realize that he wasn’t as bad as you thought he was. Yeah, he was kind of annoying and irksome at some point in time, but he was actually a pretty fun person to be around. Honestly, you didn’t even know why you both hated each other or were enemies. But you weren’t going to lie, even bickering with him just for fun was amusing for you. Funny how you both wouldn’t have anything else to talk to each other about other than bantering with each other. The way he would roll his eyes at all your comments, or the way he would poke his cheek with his tongue when he didn’t know how to get back at you, you found it all to be so intriguing.

You snapped out of your trance when you heard his voice again, “it looks like he left,”

he turned back to look at you, and that's when you both realised how close you were standing to each other. you could feel his warm breath hitting your face, the invigorating smell of his cologne intoxicating all your senses. a blush crept up his cheeks when he noticed how close you guys were. he decided to stand towards the other side, but he was abruptly stopped from doing so.

And that's when you both realised that you guys had been holding each other's hands the whole time. you only realised this when it was time for one of you to let go.

“should we—”

“let's—”

before one of you would try to speak, the other would want to say something too, and the both of you would suddenly become quiet. it wasn't supposed to be this awkward—

“should we head back?” donghyuck finally broke the silence, not being able to handle the awkwardness in the air between the two of you. “yeah, it's getting dark,”

you both quietly made your way out the dark alley, and onto the street. there was almost nobody outside, just the two of you and some stray dogs and cats.

Words were few and failing between the two as though the silence that sat with them had laid its old lips on theirs and sucked them dry of speech.

“so...” your voice trailed off, leading to donghyuck looking back up at you, his gaze now leaving the ground. “mhm?”

“why do you hate me?” lord knows what made you ask him that and how you actually got the courage to do so. You look at him to see if he'd answer your question, but after about a minute of silence, you didn't think you'd get one.

However, you did.

“I don't, actually,” he halted, and so did you. “wait, what?”

he continued. his eyes fixed on the ground, with him lost in his thoughts. “I just loved getting a reaction out of you. The way every time I'd tease you, your face would get a little red with annoyance, and the little lip bite that you do to suppress your laughter when I crack a joke or the genuine laughter that I get out of you when I do something stupid.”

A smile was formed on his lips as he went on, “the way you smile whenever you see kids, and the way your eyes would immediately crinkle when you'd see pets, and the amount of love and affection you have for your close ones,”

“perhaps, I don't hate you, y/n,” he said. This time, making direct eye contact with you. His dark brown orbs piercing through yours.

Stars light the sky like snowflakes in the night, yet appear still, like an old photograph. Haechan smiles, feeling the wind blow his hair into a tousled mane.

“you– like me?” his sudden confession left you astounded. “I know, it's hard to believe, I can't really believe it myself,” he chuckled. but his aura soon changed, “I tried to deny it for so long, but I don't want to anymore.”

the next thing he knew, you had crashed your lips on his. With a thousand emotions taking over you. You could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, how addictively he invaded all your senses.You felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, curling your toes, unfurling all your senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts. Your whole body tingled, the feeling of his frame leaning on yours as his arms wrapped around you felt nearly forbidden. He pulled you in, claiming your mouth again, hungry and intense, until your knees gave in, intoxicated in the moonlight.

How the stars would move, the galaxies tumble and dart, the starlight kept its familiar pattern. The constellations, who'd witnessed centuries and millennia just the same, watched over you both— as he kissed you under the moonlight.

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miyams · 3 years

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SERENADE : INUMAKI TOGE IMAGINE 𔘓

• pairing : inumaki x f!reader

• summary : inumaki is your suitor and inlove with you however, he has a speech disorder which makes him unable to say words he meant for you.

• long imagine ahead

a/n : pls i hc just want to hear toge singing me to sleep :( ++ i also wrote a song he'll sing but there is an absence of melody, enjoy <3

TINK !

Y/N grunted at the sound of pebble hitting her windowpane. she tossed to the side and cover her face with blanket. it probably was just the wind.

TINK !

"Pst! Y/N..."

"Wha...?"

Slowly opening her eyes, she sat up and looked around the dark. She caught glimpse of the wall clock telling her that it was 12 midnight. Y/N heaved herself out of the bed and flinched as another pebble hit the thick glass.

"Damn kids..." She groaned, throwing it open.

"Screw you-" She paused midway as she saw who was standing outside.

Inumaki, her suitor, was smiling shyly, rare sight to see. He looked adorably gorgeous in his white oversized shirt and skinny jeans, while a blue jacket's hood is resting on his upper head. Apart from that, he was holding a guitar, strapped securely across his torso. Y/N blinked confusingly.

"When did you learn to play guitar huh?" She whispered but enough for him to hear.

He show her his fingers forming into a peace sign and simply answered, "...months."

"Ok but, what are you doing?!" She half-yelled, trying not to wake the neighbours.

As an answer, he strummed his guitar.

"I love you b-bitch.."

"What?!"

"I ain't never gonna stop loving you...B-bitch." Inumaki stammers as if he is not sure at what he's saying.

"I will literally punch Itadori if he's the reason why you're being a dork right now!" She hissed. "Go home! I don't have time for this!"

"No! L-listen...p-please!" Inumaki panicked.

Y/N crossed her arms and sat on the sill. Inumaki took this opportunity to show why he was actually adjusting the guitar strap, he strummed a few chords until it turned into a lulling sound.

Everynight without a sound

The stars climb up to the sky

Your eyes that holds the whole galaxy,

My heart grows when I look at you

I feel awkward from head to toe

I've been a fool for so many times

I'll brighten up your days

If that means I can make you stay

I may look so lost, but believe me it's true

That my heart only sees you

That I will only fall for you

Eventhough struggling to say every lines, he strummed again. Y/N hugged her knees, immersed and impressed to his song. Unknowingly, she was smiling at the guy. For long enough, she couldn't believe he never gave up just to hear her say 'yes' And if she were to be honest, she was actually falling too. She was just too shy admit.

Can we play Nintendo and cuddle till two?

I may be bad at games, but I'll never lose you

The shampoo that tickles on the tip of my nose

I wanna reach you until we're only an inch close

I'll take out the books for you

Just tell me and I'll hold you

If you need someone by your side unconditionally

Just look over at me

Because you're the only one I see

I may look so lost, but believe me it's true

That my heart only sees you

That I will only fall for you

It was short song; too short that she actually craved for more. Inumaki held his guitar tightly and stared at her with hopeful eyes. The girl's smile grew wider.

"Wait for me."

She hurriedly but quietly made her way downstairs, went out and opened the gates to see him up close. Inumaki blushed and slightly averted his gaze at the ground as Y/N approached. When she was standing in front of him, he rubbed his nape and chuckled.

"I'm.. I'm not that good at writing songs."

"It's perfect." She beamed.

Inumaki's sincere eyes met hers. His cheeks flushed even more. Y/N laughed at him since he looked like a freshly picked tomato.

"I..Ah..." He lightly grunted, not knowing what more to say.

"You know, you should be sleeping at this hour but you chose to come around and sing for me."

"It's.. It's pretty dumb, I know." He gulped. "I'm really sorry for waking you."

Y/N cackled and held her waist. "Why are you sorry? It is rare to hear you sing a whole song. You should be thankful that my ears were blessed!"

"R-really..?"

She nodded. "I like it Inumaki."

"I like you.."

"I know."

He smiled lightly. "Of course.. I do hope you feel the same because this.." He pointed at his chest. "I-it's been here for so long. Remember when you chased those guys who said I am a f-freak?"

He paused, gathering his words. "I fell for you because of that. It's pretty shallow but no one has ever stood up for me before until you came.. You..You're an amazing person."

"Are you sure that's how you feel? You might just be overwhelmed, Inumaki."

"If I were just overwhelmed, would've gotten over you these past few years. You know a lot of girls confess but it's really you. It has always been."

"Inumaki Toge..."

"I know...You never thought a friend would come courting you for half a year...I-I'm sorry if ever I made you feel uncomfortable..."

"I feel loved." She stated, staring at him. "I feel worth it it. It was never uncomfortable."

"That's nice..."

"And I want you to feel the same."

"Huh...?"

Without hesitation, Y/N stepped in and engulfed him in a big, tight hug. Inumaki, in a state of shock, widened his eyes as he tried to hug her back with shaking hands. The smell of his fruity and soft cotton candy cologne wafted inside Y/N's nose, making her bury her face in his apparel. Inumaki recovered and slowly made delicate strokes on her silky hair.

"Y-Y/N...is this.."

"Yes. I'll be your girlfriend."

He paused. The fact that she didn't stutter made him want to think that it was all a dream.

"C-can you say that again? I...I must've misheard."

"I said," The lady pulled away and locked gaze with him. "I'll be your girlfriend."

It was now or never. Inumaki immediately cupped her face and leaned in to share with her their first kiss. Y/N kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck. There was a burst of butterflies inside them and it felt nice. Everything was so blissful until the lights in Y/N's house went on and out came her mom with a slipper.

"Y/N L/N!"

The new couple frantically parted. Y/N chuckled nervously and so did Inumaki. She knew she was doomed for sneaking oit late but it was worth it. With one last chaste kiss, she waved at her boyfriend goodbye.

"Hey.." Inumaki called her one last time.

She stood still, waiting for what he is gonna say, but the boy didn't open his mouth. Instead he show her his hand with a raised index finger and pinky (little) finger and an extended thumb.

Y/N smiled at him as she got what he meant. Her heart felt light. She felt good.

"See ya." He smiled as the gates closed.

It was a sign language saying that the person loves you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #inumaki toge #inumaki x reader #inumaki imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #inumaki toge imagine

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mimisempai · 3 years

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You walked into my life like you had always lived there

Summary

Charles has resigned himself to a life alone in Paris, but he might be surprised by a visit from an "old friend"... Will they get another chance to reach happiness?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31463351

Words:3719 - Chapters:1/1

This morning, like every other morning, sitting on the terrace of the café downstairs from his small apartment, Charles was waiting for his usual coffee while watching the bustle of the street. Delivery men unloading their vans at the grocery store on the corner, the bookstore owner unpacking his shelves, a tourist couple having their picture taken with the view of Montmartre in the background. The passers-by, people going to work, others walking their dogs. All this lively and colorful world coming and going, talking, laughing, reminded him of the hallway of a certain school, in the mornings just before the students entered their classrooms.

And like every morning, Charles was acutely aware of his loneliness. He had voluntarily closed his mind to all other thoughts than his own.

Thoughts that were enough to torment him.

More often than not, they were memories which he forced himself to face. His mistakes, what he should or should not have done. Searching, dissecting when he had lost sight of his values. At what point he had let down those he had sworn to protect since the day he had discovered Raven in his kitchen so many years ago.

But appeasement never came.

At the beginning, Hank gave him news of the school, of the progress of the students, news of each one and then little by little the messages had spaced, Charles put more and more time to answer, letting the distance grow voluntarily. It was now 3 months that he had no news and it was good like that.

Raven, Jean, Alex... and the names of all the others were spinning in his head, like a macabre dance, a torture he was inflicting on himself to atone.

There was only one name that he refused to pronounce, that he refused to think about. The one name that had always been able to read him without having any telepathic powers.

"You're always sorry, Charles. And there's always a speech. But nobody cares anymore."

"Will that be all sir?"

The waitress, pulling him out of his musings, put his coffee on the table.

"Yes, thank you," Charles replied.

"Mutant and proud."

Raven had always been right,

"Or is that only with pretty mutations or invisible ones, like yours. But if you're a freak, better hide."

Mutant yes, but proud he was no longer. He was the freak who had to hide.

He took a sip of his coffee and ran his hand over his face.

He suddenly felt a presence behind his back, and a shiver went through him at the sound of the voice with such familiar inflections,

"How's retirement treating you Charles?"

Erik sat down and placed a small case containing a chess set at his feet. Why was he there? To taunt him? To provoke him? Charles resisted the temptation to read his mind. He clenched his fist on his knee. Erik was the only one to provoke this storm of emotions in him. The only one who had the capacity to unsettle him.

So as always he chose the attack,"What are you doing here, Erik?"

He finally dared to meet Erik's eyes, and he almost gasped, because, in the blue-gray eyes, there was nothing of the harshness, of the disappointment from their last meeting. Erik's gaze was kind and open as he replied with a slight smile, "I came to see an old friend. Fancy a game?"

Erik showed him the chess set at their feet. Their usual chess game, the moment when their minds clashed. That space outside of time, where despite the fights and conflicts, they always managed to find each other. But this time Charles wasn't sure he had the strength to offer Erik a worthy opponent. So he shook his head and replied, "No, not today. Thank you."

He looked away. He couldn't look at Erik when so many emotions were running through him. He was sure he would never see the only man he had ever loved again, and there he was in front of him, beautiful, making Charles even more aware of his own state.

"A long time ago, you saved my life. Then you offered me a home. I'd like to do the same for you."

Charles studied Erik's expression for a long time. Always the same openness and acceptance. He was once again tempted to read Erik's mind.

"You can, you know." Erik made the hand motion that Charles made when he wanted to access someone's mind.

As always he had seen right through Charles, but again no disappointment or disgust in the voice and the eyes.

Charles after swallowing, answered in a slightly hoarse voice, having trouble containing his emotions.

"I don't do that anymore."

Erik simply nodded with a half smile, put his hands in his pockets, then took them out, and held them out in front of him in clenched fists, just like in the old days.

"Just one game. For old times' sake."

Charles gave in, he didn't feel like fighting anymore, he didn't feel like pretending. So he held out his hand to Erik's right fist, which opened to a white pawn.

Erik said with a slight teasing smile, "I'll go easy on you."

Charles replied with the same smile, just a little more hesitant, "No, you won't."

As they set up the pieces, Erik added, "I might surprise you, you know Charles."

Charles stopped his motion as he went to move a knight, and said with emotion in his voice as he stared into Erik's eyes, "You already have."

Time stood still for a moment, neither of them able to take their eyes off the other. Then Charles continued his movement and the game resumed.

The sun was high in the sky when they finished their game. It was Erik who had won. But as always, no matter who won, neither of them cared, the important thing was the duel not the result.

"Well?" inquired Erik as he closed the chess set, "Did you have time to think about my offer?"

"Did you mean it?" Charles hoped Erik couldn't hear the eagerness in his voice, because he really wanted to accept Erik's offer. But did he deserve it? Did he have a right to this home Erik was offering him? And what did a home even mean?

His hand began to tremble slightly, as if he wanted to grasp something, but didn't dare. He closed his eyes to compose himself.

He felt a hand rest on his as Erik's voice said softly, "Charles...". He opened his eyes. Erik's hand opened his clenched fist and intertwined his fingers with his. Charles slowly raised his eyes to Erik's face.

The urge to surrender, to let go, hit Charles even harder. He could see so much in Erik's eyes, but he was so afraid of being disappointed and of disappointing... again. He closed his fingers over Erik's and tried to swallow the lump that was forming in his throat.

Erik continued, "Charles, no demands, no debts, no obligations, this is completely free, I'm just offering you a simple and protected life. It's far from a castle life, but Genosha is a small, isolated island where we have created a self-sufficient community. Most of the inhabitants are like us, "retired" mutants with wounds to heal. You can-"

Charles interrupted him, "It's okay Erik, no need to say any more, I accept. " and after a moment of silence, he added, "Thank you."

Erik simply smiled, put his other hand over their entwined hands and said, "I'm just showing the same generosity that you have shown to me over and over again. No need for gratitude between us. We are just two friends and..."

Erik paused as if he were about to say something else.

"And?" asked Charles, curious about what Erik had stopped himself from saying.

For the first time since the beginning of this meeting, Erik looked a little unsettled before answering, "Nothing... well at least not now."

Charles didn't insist, he knew there was a lot to clear up between them. But now that he had decided to follow Erik to his island, he knew they had time.

"So how do we do this?"

Erik replied as he stood up, "I'll go with you to your flat, you take what you need for a few days, and we'll leave for Genosha. You can get the rest delivered later."

"So soon?"

"Why wait? Do you have obligations here, people to say goodbye to?"

"No!" replied Charles curtly, angry at having been found out once again.

He began to roll his wheelchair quickly toward the entrance of his building. Erik joined him in two strides before putting his hand on his shoulder. Charles felt bad for being so touch starved that this simple touch immediately soothed him.

"Charles, I know what it's like, I've been there. Don't get upset. It wasn't a criticism or a mockery." He squeezed Charles' shoulder before letting his hand fall back.

"I know..." sighed Charles. "Come on."

As they walked through the door of Charles' tiny apartment, sensing that Erik was about to say something, Charles admonished him, "Don't say anything."

Erik waved his hand, as if he were zipping up his mouth without hiding his smile, but finally couldn't help himself.

"My Charles, do you live in that shoebox? I'm disappointed in you! Pretty spartan."

Seeing Charles' dark glare, he pretended to surrender. "Ok, ok, I'm not saying anything more."

Charles muttered, "Liar."

Then they gathered Charles' things and a few hours later they were on their way to Genosha.

__________

Two weeks later, Charles was unpacking the last of the boxes that had just arrived, mostly books. Erik had built him some makeshift shelves. His "residence" like all of Genosha’s, was made of salvaged materials, but Charles didn't mind. Although he had always lived in a certain opulence, he knew how to make do with little.

"Need a hand?"

Erik had just stepped through the curtain that served as a door.

"I'm not saying no."

They hadn't had time to really talk and clear the air between them, but Erik was very thoughtful. Charles was a little insecure, not knowing where he stood. So he decided to just take things as they came. If he was honest with himself, he knew how he felt about Erik. But he wouldn't act, he didn't want to risk breaking the friendship they were rebuilding.

Erik had begun unpacking a box of books.

"Do you have a particular order?"

"No put them on the shelves as they come for now."

So Erik began to put the books away, commenting on some of the titles.

"Oh Charles, Charlotte Brontë really? Jane Eyre as well?"

"Hey Erik, just because you're helping me doesn't mean you have to like what I read."

"Ho Ho! You even marked a page."

Charles remembered, what page and what words he had written in the margin.

"Erik, please put that book away, it doesn't matter."

But he could see from Erik's face that he wasn't about to let go, so he resigned himself and closed his eyes waiting for a reaction, of what kind, he didn't know.

"Charles?"

Charles squeezed his eyes tighter.

"Yes?"

"Is that about me?"

Charles had a small self-deprecating laugh before he replied, "I don't know any other Erik, so yes."

"What do you mean with 'you left Erik and now I'm bleeding'?"

Charles let out a big sigh and put his head in his hands. "This is really embarrassing...it's in relation to the underlined passage that's a little higher up if I remember correctly."

He knew the phrase by heart, because it had resonated in a special way since he'd met Erik, but he hadn't expected the raw emotion that ran through him when he heard Erik read the words aloud.

“I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me.”

Charles heard Erik put the book down, and a sound of footsteps, he still didn't want to open his eyes, he was too afraid of what he would read in Erik's eyes. He was aware of Erik's presence very close to him, then a hand clasped his.

"Charles, please look at me." Erik's voice was almost pleading, Charles didn't resist and opened his eyes, to see that Erik had knelt down to be at his level. Then he looked up at Erik's eyes, afraid of what he would find there, and gasped, Erik looked almost amazed, yes that's right, amazed.

"Charles is that how you still feel?" Erik asked him in an pressing tone, his eyes scanning his, leaving Charles no escape.

Charles swallowed, and despite his tight throat, he tried to answer, "Yes."

"But when... I mean since when?"

"When? Do you remember the day you managed to unlock your power. The day you let me access that memory? Well since that day, I've felt this very strong connection between us."

Erik tightened his grip on his hand and asked, "And those words in the margin?"

Charles' voice was a whisper, "After the missiles and the beach, when you left."

"Oh Charles, I...I'm so sorry." The regret was genuine in Erik's eyes.

"Don't be anymore, it's been a long time since I forgave you and since then I think I've made my share of mistakes and bad decisions. Some of which have more consequences than losing my legs. Raven was right, I had forgotten who I was. Why I started all this in the first place. I lost sight of what was important, I lost... I lost so much. And I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner, and... I'm not as evolved as I thought I was. You say you're sorry Erik, but you don't know how sorry I am. Forgive me I... I must..."

Charles had to go, he had to get out, the grief he had been feeling since he left school, no even before, since Raven's death, it was all threatening to come out, he didn't want to fall apart like that in front of Erik.

But Erik was keeping him from walking away. Still kneeling and holding his hand.

"Erik, please move over... let go of me, I have to get out, I-" the tears were starting to blur his vision, with his free hand he was trying to push his wheelchair forward.

"Charles, stop! You don't have to leave. You don't have to be alone anymore. You are not alone!"

Erik loosened Charles other hand's grip on the wheel, and suddenly took him in his arms, and he felt his lips move against his head and the words came to his ears "Charles, you can let go, even though I've failed you many times in the past, this time I won't. Let it go. Don't be afraid, I'll catch you."

Because Charles no longer had the strength to stay strong, because he was craving for someone to lean on, he let go. He let the grief engulf him, because he knew Erik was there and would keep him from drowning.

Erik continued to hold him and whispered over and over, "That's it, let it all out. I'm here mein Liebster. Let it out."

Once the crying dried up, exhaustion fell on Charles and he fell asleep in Erik's arms. He was sleeping so deeply that Erik had been able to lift him out of his wheelchair without him waking up and now he was lying with his back against Erik's front, his head under his chin and Erik's arms wrapped around Charles.

Erik had been torn when he saw his beloved overwhelmed by grief and wondered how long it had been since Charles had been able to express his pain. He had always been attracted to the shining side of Charles, he often compared them to two sides of the same coin. But when he'd found him in Paris, he'd seen that all that light was like dulled.

"Erik..." the still broken voice Charle continued, "Thank you..."

"Sshh Charles, I told you no thanks are needed between us."

"Yeah..." Erik felt Charles relax against him again.

"Sleep, meine Liebster."

Much later, Erik was awakened by a gentle brushing sensation on his face. He opened his eyes, found himself facing Charles, who was withdrawing his hand as if he had been caught with his hands in the jam jar. Erik grabbed his hand and placed it back on his own cheek.

"Don't stop Charles..."

He saw Charles' expression ease as he gently stroked his face with feather-like touches, tracing Erik's facial lines with his fingertips.

Their faces were so close that Erik immediately caught sight of Charles gulping as a veil of sadness passed over his face.

"What's wrong?"

"I've lost you so many times already," Charles murmured.

"But I'm still here and so are you. Now we're together."

Erik couldn't resist, he crossed the remaining distance between them and put his lips to Charles'. It was as if everything fell into place in their worlds at that moment.

They remained for a long time, joined in a soft and almost innocent embrace.

Charles moved back and stared at Erik, looking for something in his eyes. He must have found what he was looking for because he smiled. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair from his face.

His lips parted and he pressed them to Erik's again. Erik licked the corner of his mouth and slid his tongue over his bottom lip, then kissed him. Charles quickly opened up to him, welcoming him wordlessly with his lips and hands in his hair. His tongue mimicked the actions of hers, and soon they were drinking from each other's lips, caught up in a thirst that would not seem to be quenched.

Erik slid his hands to Charles' waist, and pulled him as close as he could get. Charles' head fell back with a moan as Erik’s fingers slipped under his shirt and caressed his back. Erik took advantage of his distraction and lowered his head even further to press himself against his neck. He felt the slide of his tongue against his skin, then his teeth biting the same spot. Charles had a slight startle. His hands slid over Erik's shoulders and his fingers dug in. Erik immediately raised his head, worried about his reaction. "Not good?"

"No. Good. Really good," Charles reassured him in a gentle sigh. Erik smiled fondly and returned his attentions to Charles' neck. But Charles groaned and tugged at his hair, pulling Erik toward him so he could take his lips again.

Much later, as they both caught their breath. Lips to lips, forehead to forehead, Charles asked Erik, "I don't know if I was dreaming or not, but before you called me 'mein liebster', 'my dearest' if I am not mistaken."

For the first time since he had known him, Charles saw Erik's cheeks turn slightly pink. However, Erik's voice was perfectly assured as he replied, "You were not dreaming mein Liebster." He punctuated his words with a tender kiss.

"Unless you prefer, mein Schatz, my treasure." Another kiss.

"Or mein Geliebter, my beloved." Another kiss.

It was now Charles's turn to have slightly red cheeks. But he, too, looked Erik squarely in the eye and asked, "Is that really what I am?"

"Yes, my love and much more." Erik emphasized this with another kiss.

"Since when?"

"I'll show you. By looking into my thoughts in the brightest corner of my sensory memory like you did that time, you will find an additional memory beyond the one you found to help me unlock my powers."

Charles began to protest, "No Erik, I don't want to-"

Erik put a finger over his mouth, "Shhh, I'm asking you to."

He took Charles' hand and placed his fingers against his temple, in the familiar gesture he had when he wanted to access someone's thoughts.

Erik, visibly moved, addressed Charles, "What did you just do to me?"

"I accessed the brightest corner of your memory system. It's a very beautiful memory, Erik. Thank you"

"I didn't know I still had that."

Charles put his hand on his shoulder and said with strength and emotion in his voice, "There's so much more to you than you know. Not just pain and anger. There's good to you, I felt it. And when you can access all that, you'll possess a power no one can match. Not even me."

When Charles exited Erik's head, they were both deeply moved by the strength of the emotions of the shared memory.

Erik pressed his forehead against Charles'.

"What you told me that day, that there was good to me, that you felt it. It's a memory as happy as my mother's. It was also that day that I felt the connection between us. That I knew that-"

Erik paused for a moment.

"That you knew what?"

"That I was hopelessly and madly in love with you. I love you Charles. We've fought together, we've clashed, we've been through terrible trials sometimes together, sometimes against each other, but this, what I feel for you has always been my ultimate truth. I love you Charles."

Charles once again gasped, this time at the open adoration he read on Erik's face.

He raised his hand to his face, tracing the outline of it he said, his voice broken, "Despite all the detours I've taken, all the bad decisions you or I have made, every time, when it counted, you were there by my side, that unchanging presence. I can't tell where you start and where I end. I love you Erik, more than my life."

There. That moment. This moment of perfect communion after all they had been through. The fate, the choices, the events that had separated them, brought them together in a spiral that never seemed to end, it was all over. It was time for them to live. It wasn't the end, it was the beginning. This was their story.

___________

Although I am very familiar with X-men - Movie verse, I have never written for this fandom before. After rewatching Dark Phoenix, I'm only holding onto this ending scene. I wanted to write about Erik and Xavier from there. I hope I did them justice.

Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed your reading.

#x men movies #erik lehnsherr #magneto #charles xavier #professor x #cherik #getting together #post Dark Phoenix

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drkcnry67 · 2 years

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my secret is...

title: my secret is...

pairing: jared x reader

fluff: superhero au

h&h: anti possession tattoo

tags: smut, lots of smut, more smut, implied smut, fighting, bruising, revealing your secret to the woman you choose to spend the rest of your life with, reader figuring it out before he says anything, shooting, fashion design implied, tech showcase, speeches, silent auction, I don't think there is anything else.

rating: maybe 18+ not sure how this will go yet

created for @spnfluffbingo @heavenandhellbingo @sweetness47

summery: nope

jared: i have a secret, my identity is for your ears only incase something happens to me, or you. in case something goes wrong tonight...

Yn: tonight, babe this is crazy talk just come to...

Suddenly a red dot is on the wall behind you, Jared pushes you to the ground just as a shot is fired, the window in your penthouse apartment shatters into a thousand pieces

You lay under your loved form, but something strikes you. Why would he... How... Oh my god... Were just some of the things you wanted to say but what you asked your love was something the inner you had wanted to ask for a while now..

Yn: are you the dark avenger?

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Wait wait wait I'm ahead of myself again, let's go back to 5 months and 4 hours before the events above with a brief history review...

It all began on the anniversary of your first day in Texas, the day you had moved to get a fresh start(bad break up needed a fresh look on life.)

That day who knew a accidental bumping into someone would lead to a first date never mind them finding you a place to live, his only thing was you were never gonna be in danger with him around.

you were not paying attention and tripped over your own two feet as you landed against a chest, spilling your coffee on this nice mans suit jacket...

jared: are you alright miss?

you shiver at that voice, but you shake it off as you gently say...

yn: im so sorry about your jacket... its gonna be stained im so sorry...

jared: its all good, come this way i am sure we can find you something else to wear cause if im not mistaken your jacket also got ruined by this little accident.

yn: its not little, its everywhere ugh im such a clutz...

jared just laughs as the airport pages the janitor as you and jared move off to the side, your luggage on the ground in front of you and your jackets layed out on the bench.

you kinda laugh but it fades into a sigh of shock as jared's hand reached to pull a piece of your hair away from your eyes.

jared: we havent been introduced yet...

you take his hand in your own as you smile lightly.

yn: im yn, i am just moving here....

jared: well its very nice to meet you yn, im jared let me help you...

yn: do you know of any hotels with cheap and i mean dirt cheap availability long term...

jared just kinda stared at you your question kinda bothering him. so before he spoke again he picked up your bag and his own...

jared: you will not be staying in a hotel, you are gonna be my roommate.

you were shocked and then you kinda giggled but were stunned by jared's hand on your own leading you both toward the door, and into the parkade.

yn: i am so sorry agin about your jacket... are you sure that letting me live with you is a good idea.... i mean its not that i dont particularly think it is a good idea, thats not it at all, its more the fact that I've never ever had a actual roommate before this is also my first time in a city that I didn't grow up in... I'm rambling aren't I?

Jared: yes you are and it's cute!

yn: thank you for letting me stay with you... i was gonna have a hell of a time trying to find somewhere free to live in. especially with no job and being very new to town.

jared just laughed as the car stopped at a stoplight.

jared: so welcome to san antonio... it is not as large as dallas, but its still a great place to live. we will get you settled and then we will worry bout finding you a job. but mi casa et su casa.

you couldnt hold back from trying to find out more about this mysterious stranger who basically came out of no where just as you were trying to hail your way out of the airport.

yn: what do you do for work? if you dont mind me asking...

you blushed slightly as jared pulled into a parkade and put the car in park.

jared: i run my own company its a family business, my parents left it to me when they were killed when i was a kid. i like to spend a few nights after hours to prep papers and stuff for the following days. its apart of the billionaire bachelor life. though i could tell you more over dinner tonight.

You smiled slightly blushing, he invites you to live with him and then he asks you out on a date... Subtly and very suave but never the less a date is what he asked and a date is what you said yes too.

Yn: I would be honored though if it's somewhere fancy I should warn you I don't have anything overly formal.

That's when he revealed that we were at a mall. It didn't look cheap either. He simply smiled and got out of the car coming round to open your door holding his hand to you.

Jared: well that's most certainly what I figured which is why a shopping trip is in order. Course it's on me so please anything you find nice I'll get it for you. Plus it gives us a chance to learn something bout eachother.

You took his hand and your purse as you both walked to an elevator coming into the 2nd floor of a 3 story mall.

Jared: oh and just so you know I will not judge your outfits I'll simply print out poloroids of our outing for a scrapbook of memories for you. Now what's first...

You had to think and you smiled slightly.

Yn: well no outfit starts without a whole new hair do. You don't mind do you...

Jared: not at all, I'll take you to the finest salon here, they do your hair and your hnails all at once. I go there for my hair, they will help you out for anything you want to do.

Yn: how would you feel about me doing the under side of my hair funky and the upper side normal.

Jared could only smile as he spoke.

Jared: I think that will do some good for your new beginning. Now let me do the talking first.

You stayed by his side as you both walked in, a woman standing at the desk approached you both when she saw Jared.

Rebekah: well if it isn't my favorite customer and my best tipper how ya doing Jared?

Jared: pretty good, may I present my new roommate yn, yn may I introduce my oldest friend and sister from another mother Rebekah. She is also my stylist.

You and Rebekah hugged it out as she caught the glint to Jared's eye.

Rebekah: so what brings you both in today.

Yn: I would like something done that says fresh start. Something normal on top and funky on the bottom. Maybe some feather extensions. Along those lines and have fun with it. And I would also appreciate a manicure, acrylic color of your choice.

You basically told Rebekah what you wanted, Rebekah you and Jared were all sitting in the back at the station while Rebekah prepared and mixed the dyes for your hair, grabbed the correct extensions, and began with the low part of your hair.

After an hour and a half of leaving your hair in the hands of this new friend. You were not looking in the mirror while she did your hair, but instead into the eyes of the man who was your Savior.

Jared: that looks amazing Rebekah...

Rebekah: it's some of my best work!!! What do you think yn ready to see your new look?

You look at Jared who is just grinning cheek to cheek. As you are spun round to face the mirror. Your eyes went wide with wonder at the vision before your eyes.

Yn: it's so blonde and purple with hints of the rainbow in a sea of longer hair and it is absolutely gorgeous. I love it. Thanks so much.

Rebekah: no problem now do you still want your claws done?

You simply nodded your head doing a hair flip and ending up looking at Jared, his eyes beckoning you to approach.

Jared: feeling better?

Yn: much better this is exactly the fresh start I was hoping for. you know i have a good feeling bout tonight. but lets do my claws. short stelleto is the nail shape and length i would like.

rebekah and you sat at the nail table. jared put his hand on your shoulder while he checked his phone.

jared: i gotta make a phone call real quick. its work stuff. i will come back in a bit when i sort this out.

jared gave you a quick kiss to your cheek, you blush as he walks out of the salon and around the corner disappearing from your view. rebekah's voice brought you back out of planet jared.

rebekah: alright girl, spill. that look in your eyes, i know you are crushing big time on jared. and for the record he likes you too. he texted me just before you guys got over here. he said he was bringing a new crush over here

You couldn't believe it, Jared had pre warned Rebekah that you guys were coming. Geez, this man really was in love with you.

Yn: I can't believe someone like Jared, well a billionaire owner of his own company hottie who saved my life hunk of a man would ever be in love with me. Rebekah, I feel just blissfully happy but something's eating at me.

Rebekah held onto your hand for a split moment to make your gaze meet her own.

Rebekah: what happened to make you want a fresh start?

You wanted to make it as short and brief as possible but knew it would only bite you more in the ass if you did.

Yn: my asshole of a father that's what. He tried to sell me to some other family so I could marry one of their sons for money. But when I refused he hired some guys to jump me as I was coming home from work one evening. They put me in the hospital with a broken rib. I moved in with my best friend and boss. Gave my notice that I was leaving the city for good. She helped me get away. needless to say I got out and I'm never going back.

Rebekah: so your still hurting from what happened to you. That's where the doubt is coming from. Not to worry Darlin, if there's one thing I know is when Jared likes someone he will do anything to protect them at all costs. now lets finish your nails before jared comes back.

meanwhile jared is pacing back and forth in the mens washroom so he can have a stressful conversation with his partner behind the scenes.

jared: i dont know how to explain it dude but i think this girl is the one for me...

jensen: really hung up on her arent you?

jared: ya right now she is in the salon with rebekah... just getting a fresh look for her new start, i dont know how to explain it. jay i feel something a spark between me and her.

jensen: ya but what about your whole double life thing.

jared sighs for he hadnt given that much thought.

jared: guess ill have to tell her at some point. sometime soon. but for right now we go on exactly how we have... ill see you later.

jared hangs up the phone and straightens up before he heads back toward the salon. where you and rebekah were just finishing your girl talk and your nails.

jared: well thats a nice sound coming out of here. what did i miss?

you and rebekah could only smile.

yn: just some girl talk and lots of giggling. i feel like a brand new woman.

jared, you and rebekah walk back to the front counter.

jared: how much do i owe ya for this.

rebekah: nothin absolutely nothing. im not gonna charge ya for something that literally was to help someone gain a fresh start. thats just not how i roll. now you both go and enjoy your time. and yn come back anytime to chat or to get touch ups nails or hair...

you and jared leave the salon and head to a few other places where jared buys a few new things for you and for the place where he lived but zomething wasnt right.

thats when it happened... right there in the middle of the mall. jared pulled you back to hold your form against his own, as he kissed your lips. calmly and coolly he smiled once the kiss broke.

jared: woah, that was..

yn: breath taking?

jared: ya...

yn: i know what you mean. now lets...

before you both could say anything else you both were alerted to a disturbance by loud gun shots ringing in the air. getting down low it was like nothing ever seen before. or only in a movie.

Jared: shit... Not here not now... Let's just stay down maybe we won't be seen.

You stay down and stay silent staying close to Jared as you both heard this loud voice echoing up the floors. Neither of you wanted to get caught in this mess.

You and Jared crawled slowly back into the salon, where Rebekah was hiding in the back behind the counter.

Jared: Bekah we need to get out of here. I can't put her in danger.

Rebekah: ya well maybe it's time you trusted someone else with your secret...

Jared: maybe one day I will tell her but today is not that day. Now where is your service elevator.

Rebekah: you mean the emergency one. Just let me lock the door at the front first.

rebekah crawls and locks the door with a remote its silent and makes it look like the store was never open in the first place, then she goes back to you and Jared.

rebekah: alright quick and quiet lets go.

You stay close to Jared as the 3 if you made your way into the elevator and Rebekah hit the button to the parkade.

At that moment you all took a breath. Jared held you against his chest as he kinda smiled.

Jared: are you okay?

Yn: I'm a little shaken but I'll be okay. Where are we gonna get me a outfit for dinner tonight now...

Jared: Bekah do you think...

Rebekah looks at Jared.

Rebekah: it's possible but first we need to get to one of our vehicles, second a severe helping of police presence is needed. I've already pressed my silent alarm. And sent a text to Fred who said alright I'll take care of this. I also told him about the people still trapped in the mall but that I and you guys got out. He will probably want to speak with us later but right now let's go see Sheryl.

jared, rebekah and you made it to the jeep, you got in the passenger seat, jared got in the driver seat and rebekah got in behind you.

jared gripped your hand in his own as he drove you all about 30 minutes away from the mall, to a little boutique called "Sheryls howling dresses"

yn: what kind of boutique is this?

jared: one ran by another old friend. she was the same person who was tailor to my parents. she will whip you up some new outfits in the short span of 2 hours. trust me.

you were amazed..

yn: but how...

jared: you will see, now lets go inside and get you fabulous. plus it will help you to forget all that just happened and just have some fun. and dinner just became a charity dinner, i just recieved a reminder about a company benefit for tonight.

yn: ooo let me guess as owner of the company you have to make an appearance and give a speech?

jared: as unfortunate as it is, its not how i pictured our first time in public eye together going...

yn: really and how did you picture it going?

jared glances back at rebekah who gets out of the car and goes into the shop.

jared turns his gaze to you and smirks darkly.

jared: well i imagined we would go out for a romantic candlelight dinner, then back to my place, get you settled in, find a nice restaurant and order delivery then we would spend the evening dancing round here, laughing maybe cuddle up on the futon and watch a bunch of movies, mushy ones if you so desired, there would also be wine, and kissing, and so much more. anything you would have wanted. then at the end of the movie watching we would stay curled on that futon for as long as we wanted till we both fall asleep in eachothers arms to wake the next morn happy as can be.

You were lost in each other's eyes, but Jared saw a twinkle of something in your eyes that made him make his move.

Jared and you were in a fierce make out session. One that would have led to sexual endeavours except that Jared's phone interupted the session about 10 minutes into it.

Yn: let me guess it's Rebekah telling us to get our asses into the shop?

Jared: pretty much. Though I would like to continue this let's call it a conversation a little later perhaps after the party?

Yn: you mean where we won't be interupted?

Jared: exactly. Don't move I'll come round and hold the door for you.

You watched him straighten out before getting out of the Jeep. He walked over to your door but as he did you refelcted silently on what had just happened, What was just said, and what you were ready to do.

Jared reached your door, he opened it and held his hand out to you, you took it and gracefully got out of the Jeep, bringing your purse and cool with you.

Jared: relax it was new for me too. Now let's go and get you some new stuff.

Yn: I look forward to after the party when we can continue with what happened in the car.

Jared: ya know many nights I have spent sleeping in my Jeep, it wouldn't be a bad place for some sexual endeavours.

The tone to his voice changed once more, those last 2 words he almost growled, would have made it more romantic if they were said while you both were still in the jeep.

but none the less you are both walking through the door into the shop, into the world of glam and fashion. there were sparkles everywhich way you turned, you followed the sound of voices one voice in particular caling out your name.

Jared: yn this is Sheryl, Sheryl this is my girlfriend YN! She is new in town and is my new personal assistant for my company. unfortunately my other one just gave her resignation. so what do you say YN wanna come work for me and reap the benefits of being both my girlfriend and my assistant?

you were stunned you were honestly taken back, what with the things that happened and said in/out of the jeep, his look it was like it pierceed your soul.

yn: yes but i think i need some new outfits to fit the profile. as im sure the assistant needs to be flashy to make a statement. Something that says fresh start and new beginning.

Sheryl: hunny say no more let me take you to the back room for some measurements and for you to try something on deary. Rebekah and Jared don't even think about disrupting us during the process.

Jared: yes ma'am

Sheryl leads you to the back room and she smiles delightfully at you.

Sheryl: oh dear, Ive never thought I'd see Jared so happy. Must have been a shock for you eh?

Yn: you have no idea, I mean I came here to start over, a brand new life, but something went wrong, and I couldn't find a cab or anything for that matter then I spilled coke on Jared and now we are here. The rest is as you say history.

Sheryl: well that's a true love story if i ever heard one. i am just happy that he brought you here, to see me. now lets find you something fabulous to wear.

she goes to the desk and pulls a remote from the drawer as she spins both of your chairs to face the blank wall, which with the press of a button the wall opens up and several racks come out of the wall.

sheryl: okay girl, lets start with some shirts... if you see something you like i can stop the machine, and it will show the pieces one at a time slowly so you can see front and back of each piece. just remember all you have to do is say the word and the pieces you like will be put aside for you onto the nearby empty rack. lets begin.

one by one the pieces came out you picked out 20 new tops, 10 skirts, 15 jeans, 10 capris, 10 shorts, 25 dresses both business, casual and pleasure.

sheryl: are you happy with your new starting wardrobe?

yn: yes but i think i need accessories to match everything. don't you agree?

sheryl: of course, now lets get you some of those...

sheryl pressses another button and makes the racks of clothes switch with smaller racks of jewellry, bags, shoes and a few other small but cute accessories. you picked out 16 necklaces, 16 bracelets, 13 earrings, 5 rings, 20 various bags, purses, and briefcases, 12 scarves, 15 different types of shoes, a few hats, pairs of mitts, and some nice jackets for those nasty type weather days.

sheryl: well dear i think i can have my assistant bag these for you get them ready for transprt while we go back out and see your new beau.

you give sheryl a hug and when you pull back she smiles at you.

sheryl: oh dear no need to thank me its my honor to do this for you. your situation must have been something really terrible for you to leave your previous dwelling.

yn: lets just say i was through with letting my father try to use me for his own gain. my father was ready to sell me off to marry some rich investors snooty son who would have made me miserable, so the day before i was supposed to meet the douche bag i went with my boss after work and she took me to the airport and bought me a few things from the gift shop clothing wise and thats all i came with today. but if it wasnt for my general clumbsy nature i wouldnt have bumped into jared. sheryl i dont know how i can thank him for all of this...

sheryl: im sure you will know what to do when the time is right. i can tell from your aura when you walked in here with him that you and he were meant to be. I read psychic energy and tarot. It's a gift, one of natural cause nothing more nothing less.

You smile at Sheryl as you both exit the back room and go to stand with everyone else.

Sheryl: this girl is gonna look fabulous and I have a extra surprise for her too one that wasn't in the little showcase we just did. It's something she can wear tonight to your party benefit thing. Yn go over to the fitting room it's all in there for you, just change and sort your self out it will be all right honey.

You went to the fitting room where you shut the door locking it and took a look at the outfit that Sheryl had picked for you. The outfit the accessories oh man Jared was gonna flip his lid and probably wanna skip the outing but this is what she picked:

a sequined candy apple red off the shoulder, high low a line with bits of lace around the shoulders and waist. For the shoes she picked a nice black sandal heel about 3 inches to have you closer to Jared's height but not too close. A simple set of diamond dangle earrings, a drop diamond necklace and the best part of this a bracelet with a attached ring. Oh and a bonus a new bag, one that was alot nicer than your current one.

You figured you would swap your bags first then put on your new outfit. Once your new bag was all set up, You started taking off your current clothes and bringing your new dress off the hanger, it fit you like a glove it was so soft and pretty it made you spin round a few times before you put on your jewelry, and the last thing you did was put on your shoes.

Taking a bit of time to finish straightening yourself out, it seemed very very likely that Jared was gonna have that same look in his eye that he did back at the Jeep.

But grabbing your bag you walked out of the fitting room confident and comfortable. You twirl and go over to stand on the show platform so Sheryl can see you in full.

Sheryl: well baby girl how do you feel?

Yn: Sheryl I feel amazing, this is such a gorgeous dress, comfortable too. And my favorite color. This is perfect. But what does my new boss/ boyfriend think of my new outfit.

Jared came up behind you and stood there with a crouching smile crossing his features he simply says.

Jared: it's positively delightful and you look absolutely ravishing in it. How much do I owe?

Sheryl: Jared, when is the last time I charged you for anything?

Jared: well it's my honor then to fully pay your bills for the next while to keep your lights on and your shop safe.

Sheryl: Jared you are too sweet.... Now go you got a dinner to attend. And Jared show her the tattoo... It's bad enough you are going to the dinner with no flare to your outfit but you shouldn't keep that from her.

Jared goes to the rack and switches his shirt with one that fit his suit well.

Sheryl: that's better

Jared faces you and you catch eye of the tattoo on his chest.

Yn: what's this?

Jared: call it a family crest of sorts. It means you are in control at all times no matter what happens you are protected.

Yn: maybe I should get one too just in case.

Jared: maybe one day you will but today and right now we need to go. We have a benefit to attend. Thank you so much Sheryl, for everything. We owe you so much for this.

Sheryl: it's my pleasure now you kids go and have fun. I'll drop the wardrobe off at your house.

You Jared and Rebekah all left the shop, arriving back at the jeep a little conversation took place between the 3 of you.

jared: are you sure you dont wanna come to the benifit with us?

rebekah: nah i have to go give my statement about the mall incident and finish my cash out for the day and do some paperwork, but ill stop by tomorrow or something if thats alright...

jared: of course just call first ya know...

yn: i hope to see you again soon bekah...

rebekah comes and gives you a hug when she pulls back and smiles and then gets into the cab that pulls up behind her.

but speaks one more time before she shuts the door.

rebekah: oh by the way, for a first appearance as a couple you two are gonna have front page story of the paper tomorrow. trust me it will be a night to remember. I'll call you both later.

You both waved as Rebekah closed the door and the cab left. You and Jared kinda glanced at the sky.

Yn: the sunset is so gorgeous.

Jared: it always is, now let's get into this Jeep and go to the benefit before we don't leave this road like at all.

Yn: and what would we be doing in the road

Jared: well I would take you and I'd set you down on your back in the back seat of the Jeep while I hike up the bottom of your dress and I slide my hand up to your bikini line, where I would slide my fingers along your line till you beg me to stop, till you beg me for more. Do I need to continue?

He could tell what he was saying was getting to you. He could tell he was making you hot and bothered.

Yn: can we go to the benefit now before I take you up on your idea.

Jared: we will continue that later.

Jared smiles as he leads you round to open your side of the Jeep for you. He closes it behind you as he goes round to his side and starts the Jeep as he gets inside.

Putting on his seatbelt, he puts the Jeep in gear and begins the drive. Upon arriving at the conservatory he gets out of the Jeep first, then shoving through the press he comes round to open your side.

The photographers and press were all up in your faces.

Press 1: billionaire Jared Padalecki who is this beautiful young woman on your arm?

Jared: this is my girlfriend/new personal assistant for my company YN she is new to the city and comes for a fresh start.

Press 2: well well yn care to comment on what you think of our beautiful city so far? How has your first day as Jared girlfriend made you feel?

You were about to answer but Jared spoke for you.

Jared: she will make a statement inside the benefit please no more questions at this time. If you will excuse us.

Jared ushered you out of there and walked inside the building together.

Yn: they are intense...

Jared: it's all good, I'll do most of the talking up there and all you have to do is make a statement formally announcing your new status in my company and as my girlfriend... Just breathe as you do it I will be with you up there the entire time.

Yn: you out of the corner of your eye catch a glimpse of a man ocming toward you and Jared. You cling closer in a not scared looking way.

Jared: Jay over here!

Jared pulls out the silent auction tickets for you to go put in the bags.

Jared: yn, this is Jay Jay this is yn the girl I had told you about...

You shoke Jays hand and then Jared turned to face you.

Jared: here take these silent auction tickets and place them where you would like. I have a feeling not many people are here for the silent auction... They are more interested in the new tech plans for the company's r&d and what the budget looks like and how I am doing and the food... So you go do that I'll find you in a while and if anyone approaches that with a ress pass just tell them no comment.

You leaned up and gave Jared a kiss, it was one thing that felt right. Then you with the tickets in hand walk over to the silent auction area upon which you begin carefully thinking about what packages you wanted for you and Jared.

There was one package called business you threw a strip of tickets in there after you broke them apart...

You came accross a hobby package with new laptops and a graphics tablet you felt that would come in handy you broke apart 2 strips for that one.

You then came across a romance package you threw a strip of broken tickets in that one.

And you also threw some in other random packs. Then you went to grab a snack. Standing by the refreshment table you take a glance around the room, people shuffling and bustling about, no one saying anything except for how much they were excited for what Jared had to say.

That's when you heard footsteps behind you, you felt arms slide in behind you.

Jared: miss me?

Yn: you know I did. So many people just complementing the designs for the plans your company is putting out... There was a fair amount of tickets in each thing but the ones I put our tickets into were the lowest amounts.

Jared: am I gonna like the ones you picked if we win them...

Yn: you will be pleasently surprised if we win them and you will enjoy them definately...

Jared: hmm, we should take our seats for dinner and so you can meet the board officially before we go up to speak.

Yn: you mean we get to eat first...

Jared: never give a speech on an empty stomach it's a company motto. One of many, helps us to remember the important stuff. Jensen also following us as we go to the head table or what you presummed was the head table.

You stayed standing to shake some hands before sitting down.

Gerard: well Jared how did you meet such a lovely young woman?

Jared ushered for you to answer the question...

Yn: I kinda bumped into him and spilled coffee on his shirt and we'll things kinds clicked.

Gerard: well well that's quite the ordeal, and uh tell me yn what brought you to our fair town this day?

Yn: easy my family has been struggling with finances and my father tried to sell me off to marry into a rich family for more money... So my boss at my previous job was kind enough to book me a one way flight to the first available flight she could get. She packed me a single bag of belongings and dropped me off at the airport and now I'm here ready for a fresh start.

Gerard: so you literally left your entire life behind cause of your father...

Yn: yes I did, and if it wasn't for Jared I probably would have been sleeping in a shelter tonight.

Rachel: that's such a horrid ordeal, but good thing is now you have a new life and a new family. The job you have accepted as Jared's assistant is one we have had difficulties finding the right person who would stay long enough and not complain about all the meetings and note taking and business type stuff.

Yn: I'll stop you there say no more my bachelor's degree was in business administration, it was phenomenal. If you guys want proof of my studies I can get my former boss and best friend to send over my diploma.

Rachel: nah that won't be necessary. We trust you Besides if Jared thinks your a good fit that's good enough for us. So yn how does tonight compare to a normal night before your craziness back home.

Yn: for one thing back home I wouldn't have been at a fancy benefit dinner i would have been at my boss'place having dinner and a work meeting before our meetings the next morning. I was her assistant and that's why she was so inclined to help me... My boss was my best friend and if needed my gay love... But that was if we went to the bar and stuff... Cause we weren't gonna let those creeps in the bars get all up in our grills. To be honest though I lived more at her place than my place with my family. But what's done is done my father made his choice now he has to live with the consequences. i regret leaving my mom and my brother but i know they know by now it was for the best. i know i can't change what happened to me, all i know is i have to keep moving forward and settle into my new life here with you guys, the company and jared.

rachel: hey yn wanna come with me to the drink table i think we should surprise the guys with drinks.

yn: of course, ill be right back jared...

jared kisses you...

jared: i miss you already love.

you and rachel got up and went to get drinks... Standing there grabbing drinks you decided to reveal what you were truly feeling.

Yn: can I be honest with you?

Rachel: of course

Yn: i know i havent been here long, like literally since this morning when my plane landed and i spilt coffee on Jared and things just kinda happened from there, but i think ive already fallen in love with him. and i know its crazy to even think that that could be possible, but something inside me is telling me that this is where ive been meant to be this entire time, like this is my destiny.

rachel: yn i can say this, i dont think ive seen jared this happy in a long time. i think this is the start of a new beginning for you, for the company for us all. but i can say this in the 6 years now that ive been helping out at the company ive never ever seen him this happy like at all.

yn: we should probably get back to the others, but i hope sometime soon we can chat some more.

rachel: i would love that... maybe if there is a bunch of papers to stamp, fill out and file it would be alot more fun with 2 people.

yn: you know what that does sound like fun. it was the one thing at my previous job that no one liked to do except for me. i really enjoyed it, i still do...

Rachel: well I know whose helping me father the tax stuff this year...

You both laughed as you both carried the cups back to the table. Laughing on arrival to the table, Jared takes his cup from you and kisses you again as you sit back down.

Jared: you ladies seem to be very smily... Did you ladies have a good chat?

Yn: we did and we have a plan for how to make the filing and paperwork more efficient. So we are gonna get it done and started as the days go on.

Jared: you ready love?

You were kinda confused, but then it clicked, it was time to go up with Jared and make your statement and his speech.

Announcer: and now the man of the hour himself coming up to present another spectacular speech and make an announcement, Jared come on up!!!

You and Jared made your way on to the stage, where you let Jared stand at the mic first...

Jared: thanks you all for coming out tonight, our goal for this next year is to make our prison more secure the super criminals in that prison who are more likely to escape will be more securely locked down, in return to the please of the city's parents our company is proud to announce that we are increasing school funding for those who want to give their children the best education possible especially if they can't afford to in the first place. Basically the plan is to make the entire city affordable to everyone. To provide more work opportunities for people just starting out so teenagers will have better options, options for apprenticeships and better options for those just coming out of high school those guys will each receive a base fee of 10,000 per graduate that will help them be able to go into whatever field of education they wish to pursue. Hunters Inc we are also gonna offer apprenticeship programs run by my new personal assistant/new girlfriend and my head receptionist so here is my new personal assistant and girlfriend YN to make a formal statement declaring her status as my new assistant and my new girlfriend.

You switch places with Jared who smiles lightly as you clear your throat standing nice and tall composing yourself as you begin to speak.

Yn: thank you Jared for that wonderful introduction, my name is yn and I am the new personal assistant to Jared, I swear to uphold and perform my duties as they will come and I will probably stay with the company till the day I die. As for my new status as Jareds new girlfriend I promise to love him as faithfully as I do my work for as long as he will allow me to do so. This is where I belong, this is my new home, this is my future, this is my new life. Thank you.

as you and jared now moved to exit off the stage the announcer stopped you both...

announcer: alright now if you both will just pose for 10 shots for the photographers, no qustions to be answered at this time, photos only.

You and Jared stand in several poses, before being allowed to exit off the stage and back to your seats where you both are greeted by Gerard and Rachel.

Gerard extends his hand to you as he speaks.

Gerard: yn on behalf of Hunters INC let me be the first to Welcome you to the company i look forward to working with you.

as the evening went on you and jared were approached by so many people from all over town and around the different parts of the company.

after half an hour of shaking hands and speaking with several people you and jared finally had a few moments alone. jared sat on a chair and pulled you to sit in his lap.

jared: finally we have some moments alone... how do you feel after being on the floor basically meeting the entire board for the company...

yn: i feel a bit overwhelmed but nothing i dont think a hot steamy shower couldnt fix when we get back home.

Jared: hmm I like the sound of that although I was more thinking a dip in the jacuzzi, then a nice hot session in the shower then chilling in bed till sleep overtakes us and we wake in...

You put your finger to silence him as you spoke again...

Yn: say no more I'm in when can we leave...

Jared waved Jay over and smiled happily at you.

Jared: hey man, can you give Gerard and Rachel our regards we are gonna head home I still have to help yn settle in... Can you also make sure to have the car at the house for around 11 so we can give yn the proper tour of the company and introduce her to her job... Oh and any auction prizes me and yn may have won bring them to the office tomorrow.

Jensen: of course bro, I'll see you both tomorrow.

You and Jared were soon out the doors and down the stairs to the valet where the Jeep was brought to the landing, just as you and jared made it down the stairs.

valet: have a safe drive home mr padalecki, madame... have an amazing rest of your night...

you catch the jeep keys and playfully run to the drivers side of the jeep, jared runs after you and pins you to the door of the jeep for a few stolen moments.

jared: give me the keys or we wont ever get out of this parking lot fully clothed with all our decency...

Yn: fine but I'm all hot and bothered... So you owe me when we get home...

Jared just smiles as he opens his side of the truck and you just climb gently in throwing your shoes in the backseat with your purse...

You sit in the passenger seat, putting on your seatbelt as Jared gets in and shuts his door... Jared begins to drive you both home... the drive was quick and smooth cause there was no one on the roads.

pulling into this gated yard, it was in your view, a huge mansion one that you were now so thrilled to call home. jared pulled the car into the underground parkade... and you went to open the door, instead he got out of his side and came round to yours... after grabbing your bag and shoes...

jared: come on lets show you your new home...

you went to get out of the jeep, but instead jared pulled you so your legs wrapped around him and he began to kiss you, he kinda kicked the door to the jeep shut and was able to slightly push the button for the elevator, but that was it, once inside the elevator, your dress was undone, your back pressed against the mirror, jared was kissing you with a heep of passion...

you made quick work to open his shirt, bascailly tearing it open, ripping some of the buttons, but your hands now had some nice actual view...

yn: let me guess we are heading right for the bedroom?

jared: correct its just easier when i come home late... or am running late for work, this way i can just come straight down here to the jeep and go...

yn: nice... then take off the dress we can pick them up later... its all good...

jared: well then let go of me we will do this properly...

you loosened your legs and set your feet back on the ground, jareds hands still on your hips, as the elevator came to a slow stop... jared facing your back toward the door, he walks you out of the elevator clothing pieces from both of you falling to the floor before you fall gently on the bed...

jared then smiles as he suddenly remembers what you said to him before you left the party.

jared: ya know i believe i said i would show you the jacuzzi.

Yn: then what are you waiting for...

Jared: absolutely nothing...

In moments Jared helped you gently off the bed and walked with you to the jacuzzi... But holy cow the washroom or ensuite I guess you could call it that was fucking massive...

Jared: just let me start the water...

You stood there looking around till you come to face the mirror... You hear the water turn on and are instantly engulfed from behind by Jared who kisses you...

Jared: damn, how did I get to be so lucky..

Yn: right time right place fate destiny whatever you want to call it...

Jared: that should be good enough for water level, it fills pretty quickly... How bout I show you what fun truly looks like...

Jared picked you up carrying you so your legs were wrapped around him. he went into the tub, with your own body on his, the water didnt even phase you but neither of you stopped.

this was what you both had been waiting for since you met, this was the moment you lost your virginity to the best man you have ever knownn

The second he sat down his hard cock slid right into your pussy, giving you a few moments to adjust before he began to pound you. Water going every where, your moans and screams of pleasure echoing everywhere.

the voice commands from jared made the jacuzzi change into a shower, man this was the greatest experience of your life. the water now running over you and jared as the shower just made the pounding last a while longer.

the orgasm overtook the both of you, the water was turned off by voice command once more and the arms of your new boyfriend placing you on the ground as you both use the nearby towels to dry off.

jared: do you want to walk or do you want me to carry you?

yn: carry me

jared picks you up into his arms and you hold tight as he places you in the bed, to which you scoot in under the covers, then jared crawls in beside you, allowing you to cuddle into his chest his arms embracing your form.

jared knew in his heart of hearts that tonight he was normal, but tomorrow night would be a different story but he spoke softly to you as he felt you smile.

jared: rest now my love. tomorrow is a new day...

with those words, you and jared were happily cuddled and sleeping in seconds. there is a peace that fills you both, your dreams taking you to far off places, your mind only with thoughts of you and jared.

*time skip: the next morning your routine began, the waking up, the morning shower sex, the smell of jareds cologne driving you insane. the dinner meetings, the charity events, the auctions, the building projects and soon 5 months have passed, this shortly after you had been rescued by the mysterious dark avenger. the hero of san antonio, the mysterious hero who apparently had a fascination with making sure you were safe. but as the nights went on and the late nights jared spent supposedly at the office were timed around the dark avenger stopping some sort of problem, the timing of the nights jared spends at the "office" and the dark avenger in the city were too coincidental. but your brain wasnt gonna give up processing that thought. meanwhile jared as the dark avenger was preparing to strike down a dangerous new threat, one that was smart enough to figure out who he was. who seemed to know enough about you, him, his life, your daily routine. this threat knew every single detail and he was using it fully to his advantage, by that of he called jared while you werent with him and basically threatened you. to which jared decided he was gonna brake his one cardinal rule of NO KILLING just to keep you safe but little did he know that this night would be the worst night of his entirety s the Dark Avenger, this would be the day he would tell you the truth, today he was gonna reveal his secret identity to you but something else was aloft, we go to the end of the work day where you and jared are just finishing up in the office...*

yn: so where are we going for dinner tonight?

jared stands up from the chair he was sitting in and comes up behind you..

jared: ill have our driver pick up something, tonight we eat in cause i want to talk to you about some of my personal life... like some of it is from before i met you and some of it is fairly recent... does that sound good to you?

yn: of course it does but what could you possibly have to tell me that i dont already know...

jared: be patient my love. all will reveal itself in time.. but are we ready to leave the office?

you nod as you pick up the crate of paperwork and jared grabs your purse and coat as you both walk out to the valet where the driver is waiting. jared once the car starts moving gives the driver instructions, as he and you go through some of whats in the crate, making labels for the file folers and didnt notice the car stop outside the chinese place where the driver was ordering your food and waiting for it.

jared: i hope that this will make up for a long day at the office today

yn: it wasnt that bad, it was a slow day, today we are just a normal couple. today we forget the world outside and just be us, sitting in this vehicle, and to be together no matter what. what is it we said the first day i started working as your personal assistant....

jared sighed and grasped your hand...

jared: it is you and me, always and forever, no matter what

yn: exactly so whattever happens tonight, tomorrow, next week or hell next year, it doesnt matter, you and i are gonna conquer anything that gets in our way...

jared kissed you just as the driver came back into the car. this didnt bother the both of you as you guys started just making out in the backseat the driver took the smoothest way home.

once at the house, he pulled into the garage, the driver took the food into the house, you and jared take your time to get the papers get out of the car and into the house. both of you going up into the bedroom to get out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable.

you chose your tank top/short shorts and robe set with comfy slippers, while jared went with a pair of lounge sweats and no shirt, while you both sat in the lounge area to eat your food, something was bothering jared, hell something was bothering you...

what was bothering jared? well ever since that threatening phone call he had recieved well he hasnt been able to think straight about anything else.

what was bothering you? well the fact for one that your boyfriend and the mysterious dark avenger are never in the same place at the same time. your mind putting this together like it is a complex not so complex puzzle ya know what i mean.

anyway be that as it may, neither of you really said anything over dinner till post dinner a bout 2 hours after when you had just finished sorting the rest of the paperwork, and jared was doing his think pacing...

this was how you knew he was doing majior thinking or getting ready to tell you something... well this should be interesting if not eventful cause usually during these conversations you and jared were pretty heated...

yn: love are you alright?

jared: yn i have to tell you something...

jared stopped for a moment dead in his tracks before speaking against his voice slightly raised but not to much...

jared: it has to be tonight that i tlel you or something worse might occur

yn: what could possibly go wrong my love.

jared: several years ago, i was considered dead, but in truth i was on a mountain side training with some monks or something like that anyway they taught me how to fight, this gave me a new purpose a new sense of direction for my life.

you now had nothing in your hands and were sitting on the edge of your seat.

yn: your scaring me

jared: what i have to tell you can never leave this room, it can never leave your lips or this house... if it is spoken about outside of the 2 of us it could be compromised.

yn: whatever it is, it cant be that bad...

jared: i know you are a good person yn, but in truth i lie to you or myself anymore.

you continued to stare at him, the windows behind him beaming with the lights from the fountain turning on...

jared: i have a secret, my identity is for your ears only incase something happens to me, or you. in case something goes wrong tonight...

Yn: tonight, babe this is crazy talk just come to...

Suddenly a red dot is on the wall behind you, Jared pushes you to the ground just as a shot is fired, the window in your penthouse apartment shatters into a thousand pieces

Yn: are you the dark avenger?

jared: this is what i was afraid would happen... this is what i was afraid of...

yn: so i was right...

jared: you knew

yn: i mean i had my suspicions with the disapperance of you and the appearance of your other half.

jared breathed a silent sigh of relief as the sound of the front door being broken down echoed through the house. but the sound of heavy footsteps now too echoing through the house.

jared: just stay low and dont leave my side...

yn: never... whats the plan

jared: get to my secret lair and go from there...

But before you and Jared had a chance to think you were grabbed away from Jared... Now was your turn to reveal your secret...

You used your free arm to elbow the guy in the gut before pulling him by the neck over your shoulder and flipping him to the ground.

Jared upon seeing this was suddenly very impressed.

Jared: my love where did...

Yn: I learn that I was also trained by a group of secretists, but these were assassin's, they taught me what they knew and I haven't used my skills much here but over there well I killed alot of people.

Jared: alright then let's fight our way out of here, then we can discuss what this could mean for us...

The conversation once more interupted you and Jared turned to see a bunch of guys running toward you. you slid under one of the guys flipping him over and onto the floor...

jared was throwing guys out of the windows and into the walls, breaking the tables and stuff with the bad guys heads...

yn: hey babe, lets make a promise to change the floor to something more slip and slide friendly..

jared: consider it done babe... and maybe we will put whatever you want when we make it out of this babe. jared struggled those last few words as he punched a guys lights out...

you were pushing a guy toward one of the unbroken windows and pushing the guy back a bit he staggers before you spin kick him out the window..

jared reaches for your hand and pulls you toward him, as you both make a mad dash for the stairs, where making it at the top of the stairs where the 2 of you threw a vase and a vase stand down the stairs, bowling over any men trying to get up the stairs...

making it to the bedroom the room with one word from jared went into lockdown, the doors and windows were plated over with metal plating.

finally you both had a moment to breathe... jared and you were relieved, almost blissful to say the least. but something was wrong...

a sound that neither of you were nor had expected not ever... the sound of the floor beneath you both... beginning to crumble. you both grabbed hands and dove into the elevator... taking it down down to the secret basement basement...

like deep deep nderground. where the place was armed, alarmed and locked down... now trapped safely in the dark avenger's base of operations.

jared comes up beside you and spins you to look at him...

jared: are you alright my love?

you nod with your head but your eyes say something else as tears start pouring from your eyes. jared wipes them away and slightly kisses your forehead.

jared: hey hey its okay... look they cant get us, its all good...

yn: good, good, no its not good, this is a disaster... so much for peace and quiet... you were eventually gonna find out about my secret, what i did back there, those guys are dead, they are fully 100% dead... its just how my skills work... thats why i stopped using them.

jared: look yn, i know this is not how this was meant to go for me either... the attack i thought was not gonna happen, course i planned for the day that it could, but thats not the point the point is we are both safe, and we both have the strength to survive anything.

yn: but what are we gonna do, we cant leave, they have probably burned down the house looking for us already... and those repairs are not gonna be easy to do without money and stuff, which oh ya they also destroyed the crate of paperwork so that...

but before you could continue jared lifted you onto the table nearby and began kissing you... the tears from your eyes flowing down your cheeks as the kissing continued.

As the kissing was in full swing neither of you noticed that Jensen was coming up from a hidden underground lift system...

Jensen clears his throat making you and Jared go defensive.

Jensen: cool it guys it's me .. I saw the fire burning so I came up through the under under ground passages. The ones that run from Sheryl's to the office to here and back again...

Jared and you stand up right, you stand in between Jared and Jensen looking between the 2 of them and then it dawns on you ..

Yn: wait wait wait Woah babe how is Jensen connected to all this?

Jared: he is my guy in the chair or rather tech genius! That's why he is head of R&D... He is always building plans for new weapons for me depending on the villain of the week.

Yn: well can he fight?

To answer your question Jensen took off his shoes and his jacket going to the training area.. you on the other hand removed your overlay and slippers now standing on the mat.

Jensen: now come on buttercup let's see what you got...

Those were Jensen words before he was faceplnted in the mat... But he quickly got up and low kicked your legs from under you.

Throughout this battle, the 3 of you could all hear the explosions and smell the smoke from the house burning.

Once Jensen had called defeat he and Jared went to check the feed from the camera on the flagpole at the edge of the property line.

You found what seemed to be a 3d machine of some kind. You clicked a button and it began to give you choices for building your own suit, starting with a mask.

So you selected what pieces you wanted, what colors, what styles, what it all appeared on a maniquin beside the table. Both Jared and Jensen could see what you were doing.

Then it let you fabricate your very own personalized weapon... This one was a tough choice but for you it came down to dual blades or bow staff.

Jared: having trouble deciding which weapon you want my love.

You turn at that question.

Yn: how did..

Jared: I kinda figured this would be something you would do... What are your choices.

Yn: dual blades and bow staff...

Jensen: well which ever one you don't take I will cause my suit should be coming up any moment now...

You ended up choosing dual blades that turned into a bow staff you ended up creating your best of both worlds so to speak.

Jensen: yn you are extraordinary, I saw it in you the moment I met you. What is the plan Jared?

Jared had to think for a moment both of the most important people in his life were standing right in front of him waiting for his judgement call...

Jared: alright heres the plan... Suit up and deal with them the way heroes are meant to...

*type the suit up description on PC*

You run your hands over your body a few moments and stare at your self in the mirror, fixing your hair around your mask.

Jensen: ya know this is gonna be a whole lot easier to do if we could see the extent of the damage to the property...

jared: jay are those hidden drones still functional?

jensen goes over to the computer system and stands at the keyboard tying a few different key swipes before he exclaims happily in a loudish voice...

jensen: woohoo, i got it... this is it, this is how we can see what those monsters and invaders have done to our home. lets hope its not too extensive of damage...

the cameras feed up on the monitors, the house is almost completely in rubble, the walls almost completely burnt down, the worst part was the fact that those guys were still in the burning rubble searching for either signs of you and jared or your burnt corpses.

jared: the house

jensen: the grounds

yn: all our stuff, gone... those monsters are gonna rue the day they ever decided to mess with us...

you went over to the vehicles and choose a motorcycle. you kickstarted it and were preparing to get on it... jared and jensen watch this and come blocking you.

yn: get out of my way guys this is what i was trained to take care of... this is what i was trained to do...

jared brings you against the bars on the ledge...

jared: babe if you go there it will be bad, very very bad... you said it yourself a bit ago, you thought you were not being heard... well we heard you... no you are not going to reach your all time low... not through this, you will never kill again yn i can promise you that these guys will get justice served to them, just not through death.

yn: jared let me go these guys need to be taught what happens when they destroy a home that belongs to people. you guys can come along if you want but i cant promise none of them will die.

you get on the bike and straighten out your mask as you speed through the tunnels and discover the weapon system... your weapons set to stun not kill, you were ready for action.

jensen and jared do the same thing getting on the other 2 bikes and doing their absolute best to catch up to you.... their looks ones of concern for you and your wellbeing.

long story short the 3 of you were stunning the rest of those guys on the property edges, then getting off the bikes there were 5 guys left. right near where the front of the house would have been.

jared, you and jensen all standing in the dark of the brush, out of sight for now you all exchange a few small words.

jared: once we do this, there is no going back..

jensen: all the way together united.

yn: those guys will pay for this... this is our home and i refuse to stand by and let this happen any longer.

*this is really corny but i had to put this in here... it just seemed like it fit... *

jared: AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!!!!

you jared and jensen were all running into the line of fire... those guys didnt have a chance to use their guns before you 3 threw disrupters making their weapons useless.

the fight was going smoothly until a few more guys got out of a black suv that had just driven up. one of the guys clapping loudly, nothing to be heard except your own heartbeats and the sound of this guy clapping.

darius: well done little people...

jared: its over mccarthy... surrender now and i can promise the first spot in the newly renovated wing at the super max.

darius laughs and pulls a hand held out and shoots the disrupter before pulling the trigger shooting you in the leg... you fall back crumbled to the ground screaming.

jared: thats it, silver wolf tell the surrounding surrounding party to move in. we are going to need medical assistance to get merciful assassin patched up... ask for nathen for her medical assistance.

jensen: on it... ill shock them into unconcious and you go take care of your girl.

you were using your pocket knife to cut your pant leg around where you got shot... but you screamed in pain as you rolled over and dirt now infected the wound.

you removed your mask and tore off your boot on that side to remove the rest of your pant leg.

yn: son of a bitch...

jared slid on the damp grass in his final approach to you.

jared: woah woah woah, looks like it didnt go straight through. babe, lets get that leg elevated... use my legs for the elevation.

you let jared place your leg on his own as you both wait for Nathan to show up... but things were about to get alot worse or better depending on how you look at it...

after you and jared sitting in the still damp grass for 10 minutes, there were 2 sets of footsteps approaching you. through the clearing you both diserned the faces of jensen and nathan.

jensen: there they are...

jensen and nathan run over to you guys just as the blood loss slips you into unconciousness. the voice of nathan saying that they needed to move you to a secure area so he could get the bullet out.

neither jared nor jensen were gonna leave your side till they knew you were better... once back underground at the base, jared and jensen were drawing up plans for the new model design for the house. so they had one to show you when you woke up...

jared: no if its gonna be 3 stories the top floor needs to be like a master bedroom big enough for a punching bag, a double desk for both our computers and printer and some book cases, we are also gonna update the secret entrances to down here... at least 2 on each floor, one coming from the garage which has to have enough room to accomodate the numerous vehicles we have stashed everywhere. and that the pool area in the back is connected to the back of the house by a insulated glass walkway, and that the pool area itself is contained in the same insulated glass surrounding... floor heaters built in all the way from the doorway in the house, to the pool and back... the tiles on that pathway and surrounding the pool in the glass walls have to be reflective and multicoloured.. something fun for painting each wall in the new design. it needs to be wild and different and unique. it needs to reflect me and yn as a whole, as a couple. ya know before all this craziness tonight, i was thinking about asking her to marry me...

jensen knew jared was crazy about you but he didnt know he was that serious about you... he had no idea that his best friend and partner in crime fighting was thinking about settling down.

but before jensen could respond nathan came up behind them and the sound of the floor behind them made them a bit jumpy.

nathan: well good news i got the bullet out, but she needs fluids and probably a blood transfusion or 2, the bullet tested positive for poison... dont worry i will have the supplies for that back here in a little bit, unless one of you is a universal donor, then i dont need to leave... but another thing, jared you said that yn trained with some assassin type people as well?

jared: ya what about it?

nathan: there was an abnormality actually 2 in her bloodwork, one of them is a cause for celebration the other is not... which would you like to know about first...

jared: doesnt matter you choose...

nathan pulled them to the laptop where the results were...

nathan: for starters, jared congratulations you and yn are gonna be parents, she is about 4 weeks... the baby is healthy and is not affected by the bullet or the poison.

the expressions on jared's and jensens faces went from worried to concerned to slightly overflowing with silent joy...

nathan: the other thing is...

but before nathan could continue what he was gonna say the monitor attached to you beeped as though you were waking up... and that you did cause you sat straight up and your eyes were blood red... and you spoke only one word...

yn: venifica (*latin means poisoner, witch, sorcerous*)

an energy burst knocked everyone back as they all watched you just expell energy burst from your body... but no one could do anything... till jared managed to make his way closer to you and jab himself with one end of a transfusion line and the other end into you...

at which moment the energy stopped floowing, you went back into unconciousness, jared was given a chair as the transfusion did its thing.

7 hours later, passing in and out of conciousness no where really for anyone to go, jared jensen and nathan had not really slept. except what little they all snuck drifting in and out of concious.

another few moments passed and nathan removed the transfusion line and finish patching you up...

nathan: dont worry buddy she will be fine. look i know this is all overwhelming for you guys but i have a feeling that this wont detour her for long... whatever those guys did to her is coming out to play and it doesnt look good. that word she said before her first energy burst is latin in basic terms meaning witch...

after a few moments of being un hooked from the blood transfusion you groan, attempting to stretch out feeling the cool metal surface beneath your body.

jared, jensen and nathan all turn round in time to see you open your eyes.

jared: babe your alright...

yn: minus my leg but im sure my boss will understand... how bout you guys? did we win?

jared: we are all fine, perfect even... babe what kind of people did you train with again...

yn: they called themselves the lethalstrikes, they are a group of supernaturally based assassins, the supernatural bit is a serum a random serum that they make each recruit injest the first and last time they walk through those doors, once its in your system it takes till your 150th kill to fully activate and reveal your supernatural trait. the assassin skills and training combined with the basis of supernatural dna makes all trained by them lethal and very very deadly... i have no idea what i am though.

thats when jared played the audio and footage back to you...

yn: so im a, a witch? what the hell... those guys need a serious lesson in messing with people. though im not thrilled with this i want to know who was my 150th kill...

nathan: one of the guys in the field, according to jensen where you were coming through didnt survive at all, he died whatever you did you killed him, and that must have triggered your witch side.

long story short after some much needed rest and relaxation the plans were drawn up and finalized for the redone manor. extra rooms, expansions everywhere desks in every room, so many book shelves, secret entrances, elevators, each wall a different color. but no one had told you about the pregnancy yet... for nathan, jared and jensen were keeping the pregnancy news secret from you till you go for your follow up appointment for your leg/regular check up.

but no one spoke of what happened that dreadful day, you all managed to keep it out of the papers, and away from the snoops of the town, jensen finished fully moving into the manor...

now first night in the newly finished manor, you were just finishing up some paper work on your computer when there was a set of hands around your eyes...

jared: hey babe...

yn: hey, how was your run with jensen?

jared: it was good... i have a surprise for you though... will you allow me to spin you around to face me... so i can show you this surprise that is right outside our window here...

you were now curious why on earth was he trying to spin you round to bring you to the window... what the hell wass going on...

Yn: babe will you just tell me what is going on I have a doctor's appointment today...

Jared: I know and I'm going with you for it but before we leave our home I want you to see what I have had people working on for a while now...

You look out toward where the rose garden is and you see the words marry me made out of rose bushes.

You look over at Jared to see that he is kneeling on one knee with a 24k rose gold diamond engagement ring the stone in the center the size of a mini mini baseball.

Jared places the ring on your now extended toward him left hand...

Jared: is that a yes?

Yn: yes yes yes a thousand times yes!!!

Long story short again you and Jared after a short but sweet make out session got dressed, went downstairs to the garage where you both got into the car as Jared drove to the doctor's office. once in the room, all that was left was to wait for nathan to come in.

nathan comes in a few moments later you are up on the table on your back and waiting for him to begin the routine examination. short and sweet is not how this was gonna go... but for you, this news was about to be a huge shock.

nathan: alright im just gonna make sure that your stomach isnt hurt, after the fight and things like that i just want to make sure everything is ok... time for an ultrasound.

yn: your the doctor, just please warn me before you announce if there are any harsh or shocking socking surprises.

you hold jared's hand as you pull up your pintrest to show him some wedding ideas. when nathan suddenly stopped moving the wand around your abdomen and held it in one spot...

yn: nathan is everything ok?

nathan begins jotting things down in your files and then clears his throat...

nathan: well this is certainly an interesting development. i wouldnt start anything major project or diet wise any time soon... well i mean you guys should see it for yourselves.

he turned the monitor toward you and jared...

yn: is that...

nathan: yes that is a baby... that is your baby... congratulations!!!

you were about to have a panic attack...

yn: a baby... that.. we... what does this mean?

jared: breathe baby, do not let your emotions run high... remember breathe and keep the bracelet on you wont release your power without control...

you breathe in several deep deep breahts before you try to use your words. once the breathing had done its job, jared ran his fingers over your power control bracelet... the one specifically designed for you to help you control your new bestowed never before unleashed powers....

yn: im.. i mean we are gonna be parents.. we just got engaged... we need to prepare, there is so much to do, yet not alot of time left to do so...

jared: can we just live in this moment, the here, the now... we have time... lets just take and be happy with these happy happy moments...

jared kisses your forehead and then turns his attention to nathan...

~so thats our tale, our tale that started as a call of fate, turned into something wonderful... remmeber love finds you when you least expect it.~

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Hospital for souls — Tokyo nights.

Rated: SFW

Author note: Man, this one took me ages to write. And I don't even know how I could write this much for the second chapter, this is about 3,2k words. I'm tired because I decided to change lots of things in this chapter and I hope you all like it. Also, feedbacks are much appreciated!

Warnings: This chapter contains cursing, swearing, graphic descriptions of blood, violence and surgical procedures (Kind of inaccurate but only for writting purposes. Don't do it at home, kids). Also, there are slight mentions of anxiety, OCD and PTSD.

Enjoy the reading!

II — Tokyo nights

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You felt anxious.

Everytime you walked through Itachiyama halls, the hairs in your nape would stand and your skin, prickle in fear; a bitter taste would take over your mouth because everything was too much.

"Look, you don't have to worry. Itachiyama wouldn't dare to lay a hand on you because it would mean war." The memory of Suna's voice did nothing to soothe your nerves.

You knew that Inarizaki did not care. If anything, Itachiyama harming you would be like killing two birds with a stone: the Miya would get rid of your existence and then, have a excuse to go after your husband. "They know the twins' intentions, you know. It's not like Sakusa is dumb. Being honest, the guy is the most cautious man I ever saw" you recalled Suna saying it in your wedding's eve.

But one month after the deal, you still felt suffocated.

You opted to lay low and don't wander around the house; Sakusa's men were still suspicious of you and kept sending nasty glares in your direction whenever they saw you.

Since you weren't allowed to work anymore, boredom was killing you. At least, the maids were nice enough — or just too afraid to go against the lady's will — and let you do as you pleased. You then took over some house chores to busy yourself.

Cleaning, tidying and baking.

Sometimes gardening when you needed some fresh air.

"What a shame for Oyabun-sama, his lady is lowering herself to the peasants' level" you would hear some gossip here and there. Not that you cared, though.

"Sakusa-sama" you heard the housekeeper calling, the new name still foreign to your ears.

"Kaede-san? Do you need something?" The old woman wearing a green hakama stood in front of you, accompanied by a girl with dark blond hair.

"This is Kuribayashi Runa, the new maid working here" she said presenting the young woman by her side. The latter politely bowed at you.

"New maid? Why?"

"I'm afraid it's not appropriated the lady take care of house chores. These are strict orders from Komori-sama" her tone was dry. Kaede was never hostile towards you, but you could tell she wasn't fond of your presence either. "Also, remember you're having lunch with oyabun-sama today"

You released a shaky breath, dismissing their presence.

Why yakuza was taking even the smallest things from you?

Prying to the clock on the nightstand, you realized it was past noon and the lunch hasn't been served yet. Sakusa didn't show up either.

After being destitute of your duties, you went for a shower and killed time by reading in your bedroom.

Did something happen? You wondered.

Punctuality was something very fancied in this household and everything inside the mansion functioned like clockwork.

But how come Sakusa didn't show up yet? Why the food isn't set?

"[Name]" The door to your bedroom was open without ceremony, Komori's voice sounding harsh when he called you. The look on his face wasn't amicable either. "Sakusa wants to see you. Now."

The brown haired male did not spare you another glance, turning his back to you. You followed the tall man in an auto-pilot mode, already dreading whatever was going on.

The Kobun was taking you to Sakusa's office.

The large doors always made you feel unsettled; you never were there before. Being called to this room sent shivers down your spine.

Komori knocked the door only to the faint voice of your husband acknowledge your presence. Getting in, you were stunned. The whole mansion held a modern architecture with a minimalist design, and this room was true to Itachiyama's style.

The walls were pristine white and the floorboards were dark and shiny. The furniture held the impersonal style your husband seemed to appreciate and was clean to the eyes. Everything millimetrically positioned, aesthetically appealing.

By the glass wall, Sakusa stood proud. His back facing you, body clad in a black suit. The way he admired the stunning land through the windows held a power you never saw before.

Right now, he looked like a god rulling his own creation.

"Komori, go" his stone cold voice ordered the other male. The kobun did as he was told, leaving you two in this sinister room.

"I don't know if you are too brave ou just too dumb" he didn't turn to face you. The cold tone boomed loud within your ears and you felt cornered.

Forget the god thing. The man in front of you was the demon himself.

"What do you mean?" You asked, brows furrowing when suddenly, his enraged features loomed over you, even from afar.

"Don't fucking play dumb. I've warned you to stay out of my way" his menacing stare made the breath hitch in your throat "Where is the fucking folder?"

"I don't know what are you talking about!" You meekly replied, seeing his body growing close to yours.

"Thats it. You have a death wish." He merely stated "You're the only enemy inside this fucking house"

Without knowing what was going on, you didn't stand a chance to defend yourself. You tried opening your mouth in protest but your brain didn't come up with anything.

"Listen. I don't have the time to play whatever game you and those brothers of yours are planning." Sakusa scowled "In the first opportunity, you get to screw up. Fascinating."

"I don't even know what you're talking about" the cry left your mouth and your body trembled. The man before you grimaced at your outburst. He let out an exasperated breath, still trying to keep his cool.

"Do you expect me to believe you? Fine, I'll play along, then" He sat at the imposing chair behind his desk "The manila folder that was on this desk was stolen. You're the only one inside this house who has reasons to take it."

"It wasn't me! I never entered this room before!" You retorted, anxiety crawling in your skin. He fished his cellphone from his pockets, reading whatever on his screen

"Can't be proven, though it looks like we didn't find anything in your stuff–"

"Wait! You fucking messed with my things?" You cut him off in rage, observing him reaching over for a flask on the wooden surface.

"Well, you messed with mine first." He said while rubbing some hand sanitizer on his palms.

You rolled your eyes at his antics.

"Whatever" and then turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" The sarcastic voice filled your ears, making your steps to halt "As much as I despise it, you won't be out of my sight anytime soon"

God, You trully hated it here.

It was nighttime and true to his words, neither Sakusa nor Komori left you alone for the whole day.

Their presence was unnerving, to say the least, and everytime they talked to each other, you body went stiff.

Their speech wasn't explicit as you thought it would be. Both of them treated the matter as if they were making normal business instead of some yakuza stuff.

It didn't sound violent.

But you knew better.

"Have Fukuroudani made contact yet?" The Oyabun asked.

"Yes. Konoha told me they will be waiting by eleven" Komori peered at his watch "One hour to go. We should get going, then"

Sakusa turned his attention to you.

"Go get changed. We're leaving in ten minutes."

You did as you were told; black would do, you decided. Grabbing a wool coat and a satin scarf, you were ready to go.

Why the hell Tokyo nights were so cold at this time of year?

In the living room, Sakusa and Komori were waiting for you.

"Man, bringing [Name] along will be a pain" the brown haired male said while stretching.

"The stolen docs were about this meeting. We gotta bring her along if Inarizaki tries to do something" The taller one reasoned.

"Ah shit, this is so fucked up. I dont know how you agreed to it" Komori lamented.

Being honest, neither Sakusa did.

"Why do I have to tag along?" Your voice startled them. Your husband scowled at you while Komori opened the front door, both males ignoring your question.

A sleek black car was waiting for you three. Komori took the driver seat and Sakusa sat on passenger's side. You found comfort in the beige leather of the backseat, appreciating the warmth provided by the air conditioned.

"Shouldn't we bring more men with us?" The Kobun asked.

"There's a back up car in downtown. They can reach us in no time if something comes up" Sakusa said while covering his face with a mask "Also, I doubt someone would dare to mess with both Fukurodani and Itachiyama" He spared a glance at you through the rearview mirror.

You sighed. Anxiety didn't let you be for the whole day and now, fear was taking its toll on you.

With your temple resting on the window, you observed the city lights.

You loved Tokyo and how bright it was, although, you loved the suburbs even more; the industrial aesthetic and the narrow streets brought you the comfort you didn't feel in the last three months.

You lived here for your whole life, after all.

It wasn't a surprise when you spotted the building you used to live in.

A surge of homesickness found its place in your guts and your chest constricted in longing.

The drive lasted five more minutes before Komori parked the car by a hangar. When you lived in this neighbourhood, the place was deem abandoned with its vandalized walls and rusty gates. But inside there, you found our the interior was really neat, proving you wrong.

"Sakusa-san, Komori-san!" A blonde male came into view, eyeing you with wariness. "I see you brought your lady tonight. It's a pleasure having you here, miss" the indifferent tone of his voice said otherwise, tough.

You merely noded at him while the heads of Itachiyama greeted the man.

"Shall we start, then?"The blond asked before opening a door to your right. You felt unsettled knowing they wouldn't want your presence there.

"As you wish, Konoha-san" was all Sakusa said while a woman appeared out of nowhere.

"I'm afraid your wife would be pretty bored in our meeting. Yukie here will keep her company for the time being." The man Konoha pointed at the brunette with short hair. Sakusa sent you a hard stare before entering the room.

You both sat on some wooden boxes filled with god knows what. You eyes wandered through the hole place, trying to find something entertaining.

The woman hadn't said anything for a whole eternity before breaking the silence.

"So, Miya-san, huh?" The way she said the damned name tickled you off.

"I'm no Miya"

"Yeah, I know. I've heard of you" Yukie chuckled, looking at you with despise. You cocked a brow ate her.

"Sure you did" She was about to retort before the door was open again.

"Well, it's always a pleasure to make business with Itachiyama. We will see you off, then" Konoha said before reaching for the exit.

It was long past midnight when the meeting ended. The five of you were by the gates, Konoha and Komori doing some chit-chat, when four people appeared out of nowhere, knives in their hands.

"Ara, ara. look at these yakuza big shots" A man with an undercut said, fidgeting with the blade between his fingers. In your periferic vision you saw Yukie running back to the hangar and the three men by your side reaching for the guns by their hips.

Among the other four, a figure seemed familiar to you.

"Kuribayashi Runa" The name left your lips in a whisper. The female let out a mocking laugh and Sakusa frowned at you.

"Explain" Your husband immediatelly demanded, grimacing.

"She is the new maid working in your house. Today was her first day." Runa scoffed at your reply.

"Do I look like a maid to you, bitch?" And then, everything went into slow motion.

The woman came in your direction, holding the knife high in the air whilst you stepped backwards, being cornered by the gate.

You saw the blade glinting under the street lights and saw it aiming for your chest.

But it never came.

A hand pushed you downwards and you fell to the ground along a clattering sound. Sakusa's shadow loomed over you, trying to evade the knife.

By your left, you saw Konoha and Komori fighting the other guys, their guns useless in a hand-to-hand fight.

The adrenaline rushed through your bloodstream, your mind going frantic. It felt like one of those life or death situations you faced in the surgery room.

How can I save someone's life right now?

You saw Sakusa's pistol laying on the ground next to you. He and the woman were a couple of inches from your body.

You knew what you had to do.

With your leg reaching forward, you made her trip. The knife she held was kicked away by your husband.

"Sakusa! Watch out for Komori!" And you threw the gun at him.

A second too late, the bang echoed and an agonizing scream ripped through the night.

By your left, Runa and two of the guys were already running away.

The man Komori fought collapsed to the ground clutching his leg and cursing under his breath.

But the most disturbing sight was the way Komori held his arm, whimpering and cursing while his right hand clutched the knife's handle.

The blade tore his flesh and crossed the limb right next to its joint, in a weird angle.

Yukie came back, carrying a rope and a pistol.

"I sent some of our men to their direction." She said while helping Konoha to restrain the guy who attacked you.

"What the fuck you guys want?" The blond asked before kicking the man in his guts. The latter spat blood, giving a crooked smile at Konoha.

"Johzenji is coming" Was all he said before passing out.

"Yukie, carry him to the basement." He ordered "Since it happened on our territory, we will be investigating the incident. We count with Itachiyama's cooperation and will keep you updated" Konoha bowed at Sakusa, before rushing back to the building.

Komori was still on his knees, head hanging low. A grunt went past his lips and you knew what he was doing.

"Komori! Don't!" But again your shout came too late and the man ripped the knife away from his limb. Blood rushed through his fingers and dampened the suit he wore. "Fuck" you rushed to his side, Sakusa's features going livid.

"We gotta take him to a hospital" you said.

"No!" Komori croaked out, getting a hold of your arm. You knew what he meant, but you also knew what could definetely happen if he ignored the situation.

Sakusa was frozen in front of you two, unsure of what to do. You took a deep breath, mustering up all the courage you had.

"You have to trust me, then" you held the brown haired male by his torso and gave Sakusa a determined glare.

The oyabun noded at you and it was all the assurance you needed before ripping out Komori's blazer and transforming your scarf into a tourniquet.

In your old apartment, you ushered the two males inside, taking them both to your kitchen.

Sakusa sat the Kobun in a chair while you went to another room. A minute later, you brought two metallic cases, some flasks and a first aid box.

In the cupboards you took a flask of alcohol and squeezed it to the table, wipping it with some gauzes.

Positioning Komori's arm over the wooden surface, you sterilized his wounds with povidone and then turned your attention to Sakusa.

"I'll start it now" before proceeding to the sink. Sakusa admired the movements you made while washing your hands "I need you to do the same" and he complied.

The male helped you to put the gloves and mask on and to set your instruments over the table.

Looking at Komori, you realized he passed out in spite of the pain. The blood loss wasn't huge, but you did not knew why he fell unconcious.

You prepared two syringes of anesthesics. Sakusa sent you a weird glare, brows furrowing at you.

"Don't look at me like this. I'm a surgeon you know" and then you did the infusion. "Its not that weird if I have some hospital shit at home".

You opened the cut with a scalpel. Scrutinizing at the wound, you saw the artery was hit.

"Thank god." You let out a breath of relief, realizing the damage was little. It didn't need an anastomosis, so some stiches would do. "The ulnar artery was hit but it won't be too hard to fix. Although, I can't tell if there's a nerve damage" and you started to close the vessel's lesion.

You observed if there was any muscle or tendon damages and proceeded to suture the gashes, making sure the procedure was well done. You then patched it up and imobilized the limb with a makeshift splint, before undoning the tourniquet.

"Let's take him to my bedroom" With that, you both carried the unconcious man to your bed. "I need to check him overnight and– Shit! Your face!" It was just now you realized he had a gash on his cheek.

Sakusa flinched, feeling the blood drying over his skin and dampening the mask he used. He removed the cloth and observed the cut with the front camera of his phone. He frowned at the sight.

"It can get an infection and leave a nasty scar. Do you want me to patch it up?" You offered after checking Komori's blood pressure and his heartbeat.

A please left his lips in a whisper.

You both went back to the kitchen and you used a new set of tools. Holding his face between your gloved hands, you admired his facial features.

Sakusa was pretty.

Almost ethereal with his thin nose, almond eyes and thick brows. In addition, te two moles on his forehead complimented his beauty.

You snapped out of your reverie, getting to work.

"Finished. This kind of suture won't leave a visible scar" you said cutting the thread and reinforcing the stitch with tape.

Your finger lingered a bit longer on the apple of his cheek. Sakusa grabbed your hand and held it for a while before getting away from you and settling himself on your couch. You ignored the ghost of his touch on your skin and went back to check on Komori.

That night, Sakusa realized that no one ever handled him with such care, as if he was made of fine china.

I like that touch, he decided.

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