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ellaenchanting · 5 months

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Hypnovember Day 30: You Win

They looked so tired. It had been a long day and it reflected on the tight lines of their face. She said so, stroking her hand down their cheek.

"Hmph," they responded, grumpily. "I know what you're doing."

She wasn't doing anything, really. At least not intentionally. But she knew what they meant.

"I was just saying that you look tired, love. " she soothed. "You should relax." She smiled. "Not a command, I promise."

They arched their eyebrow. "Just a suggestion?" they asked warily.

Well, yes technically. But not in the way they meant.

"Would that be so bad?" she asked lightly, testing the waters.

They looked down.

"No," they admitted. "Would be nice. But I'm worried it wouldn't work. And I don't know if I can be very good for you today."

That broke her heart. "You're already so good for me, right now. You don't need to do anything, ok? I promise I'm not trying to hypnotize you."

They sighed and dropped their shoulders, relaxing into her caress. "You're using the voice," they said in faint almost-protest.

She tried not to let a flash of irritation affect her tone.

"This is just my regular voice, hun."

She understood them, though. This was a long-term issue in their relationship - where they would want something and fight against that want at the same time. She knew it was hard for them to have needs that weren't about pleasing someone else- now, often, pleasing her.

She wasn't going to be their proxy in this internal fight, though. She'd take herself out of it.

"Fine," she said, gently. "I'll won't talk. But you still need to relax, ok?"

They nodded.

In response, she maneuvered them into a position in her lap where she could cuddle them more freely. She started slowly, lightly petting their hair. Then she moved her hands to gently stroke their arms.

She noticed their breathing getting deeper and more steady.

She started humming to herself, absently. Her mind wandered to dinner plans. Did they still have fish in the fridge? Her hands continued to move as she thought, absently giving comfort.

A sound brought her back to the room. She checked in on her partner, wondering if hey had fallen asleep against her.

Their eyes were closed but- they didn't seem to be sleeping.

She recognized their expression.

It was too attentive for sleep.

She shifted. "Hey hun?" she asked, cautiously.

"Yes ma'am?" came back the voice underneath her. It sounded like they were talking from a million miles away.

She chuckled to herself and kissed them on the forehead.

"OK, fine," she said, her voice lightly teasing. "You win. Apparently. Now - what am I going to do with you?"

Tagging @mentat101posts @thekinkycocktailclub @jam-and-stuff

That's it! Thank you to everyone who has stuck by me through this month- and especially for the folks who have reblogged and given me feedback! I'll make a masterpost tomorrow but- now for a good book and a nice glass of wine to celebrate! :)

#hypnovember #hypnovember 2023 #my stories #cuddly

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oh-no-a-new-hiperfocus-hit-me · 11 months

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I DID IT GUYYYSSS IK LITERALLY NO ONE CARES BUT I FINALLY FINISHED THE DRAFT FOR CHAPTER THREE!!!

It's 2,5k long and wow I'm so proud of me. Ik people write multichapters way longer but I can never finish mine. I've written one shots 5k long but multichapters ?? My kriptonate. I'm so happy djsnsndnndbdbdbd

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Dabi first heard about the war while changing clothes in the back of an old wagon. She was changing clothes, in the second day of their trip to the east side of the kingdom. They were traveling with more or less fifty people, each with their own affairs to deal with. Most people were riding horses, unicorns, chimeras or other animals, which they were going to do too if it wasn't for Mr Compress pulling a couple favors to get them on one of the wagons.

The guys who were driving it had been talking non-stop ever since they left. Dabi was really, really close to ripping one of their heads off and driving the damn thing herself. She was just finishing putting on a new pair of pants when she heard one of the man mention Chikara.

Chikara was the kingdom next to Akarui. They were insanely powerful and known conquerors. Their king was nameless. Well, probably not fucking nameless. Dabi did think everyone had to have a name. If there was a way to get rid of your name, she'd have found out by now.

In any case, no one knew Chikaras kings name. He was only known as All For One, because of how many soldiers had died fighting his battles. It was whispered in the night, that he had special knights, super strong, enormous and undefeatable. They were called the Order of Doom.

When the woman heard one of the man mention Chikara, she kneeled next to a sleeping Toga and came closer to listen. Though ignoring Tomuras snooring was hard, she still managed to hear the conversation.

"-and she said she was going there!"

" To Chikara ? To fight ?!"

"Yes! I told her it was a terrible idea but she wouldn't listen..."

"I'm sorry pal. I really am."

"It's ok. Me and my wife are working through it. But our eldest daughter ? A spy for the the king ? I mean who would've imagined it!"

"Not me, definitely not me, pal."

"Anyways, that was a couple years ago as you can imagine and her last letter arrived in the beginning of the year. It's been three months since..." He looked back, but everyone was apparently asleep. "Since she told us to run because a war would eclode soon."

"A war ?"

"We are going to Midori to scape... Yes, a war!"

They went back and forth on simpler subjects after that. Partners, kids, food. But the word war kept repeating in Dabis mind for the rest of the night. The temperature seemed to have dropped and the cold wind that came from a hole in the wagons 'ceiling' messed her hair.

War.

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"No! Absolutely not." He pronounced every letter throughly, pinching his eyebrows and twisting his mouth.

"Pleeaaasseee. It's for a friend!" Toga jumped and flapped her hands in the air, and Dabi could see she was mere seconds from taking Shugarakis shoulders and shaking him with all her strength.

"Hey, what's happening here ?" Dabi sat by Shigarakis side, bumling his shoulder. She'd decided it was better to intervine now than to have to deal with a headache later on.

"This dumb blonde bitch-"

"Hey!"

"Call her that again and I'll rip your legs off."

"Sorry. This little bratty asshole-

"Hey!."

"This one's true, thou, Toga. Carry on." Toga made a sour face but didn't protest. Tomura smiled.

"She wants to play at a circus! She thinks she joined a motherfucking clown cult!"

"Hum."

" This is a respectable band! We are musicians! Good ones!" Shigaraki continued, waving his hands as he spoke.

"A friend of mine will be there! The knights in training are going to be special guests. And I heard..." She put one hand on her chin, the other covering half her mouth "I heard the youngest prince is gonna be there." She whispered dramatically.

Dabis heart started beating faster and faster. Her eyes widened, but she forced her normal expression when she realized it. Her hand tightened around the edges of the log they were sitting at. Her other hand dig it's nails into the first one, and soon enough, her skin was soaking with blood and chipped wood.

"Dabi ? You ok ?" Shigaraki looked at her concerned. Toga had apparently seen a butterfly and gotten distracted chasing it.

"Im alright." She knew it wasn't true and she knew he knew it. Her voice was cracking. "We are going to play at the circus."

"What ?!" He jumped in surprise, almost spitting at her.

"Shut up and do it. Don't be a whiney bitch." Shigaraki was probably still chocked given he didn't try to stop Dabi when she got up to leave.

Fuck. Shoto was gonna be there and she'd just agreed to go. No, she demanded to go. What was wrong with her ? Fuck.

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The circus thing wasn't happening for another couple days but she didn't get any rest. First of because they had a couple of presentations already planned. Second because she was thinking of her brother.

Natsuos letters had stopped arriving.

In the first two weeks, she barely noticed it. She was used to letters arriving late, after all she was constantly changing location and although she always gave a list of the places she was going to and the dates to him ahead of time, the mail deliver wasn't exactly precise in Akarui.

But it had been a month and a half. A month and a half since the day the bird left Natsuos last letter in Dabis hand, just after they played in that crowded bar. The mail system might not be precise, but she was pretty sure Natsuo sent his letter through special agente who had pegasus or something like that (she was never that interested in Royal family bulshit ).

In any case, the thing was that the letter was suppose to be here already. And it wasn't. Something must've happened. Dabi thought of the conversation she'd heard. She thought of the war. Could that be it? Could her brothers and sister – her mom — be in danger? Wouldn't he protect them?

Wouldn't the king protect what was left of his family ?

At least, at the very very least, she knew she could keep an eye on Shoto while he was there. Her baby brother. Her responsibility. She hadn't seen him in ten years. How much had the kid grown ? He was certainly not the little boy she had known anymore.

Usually Dabi thought being a pessimist was good, only good things cane when her expectations were worse than reality. But at that moment she wished she could hope for something good. If the worse happened... If the worse happened she'd have to get Shoto, her friends and run.

Oh fuck. Holy. Fuck. She'd forgotten.

She hadn't told Shoto she was alive. You see, running away from your father was really hard when he was the king. She'd spent months planning it, to scape from hell. She'd planned to take Natsuo and maybe even Fuyumi with her, then come back to get Shoto and her mom. After that, with the stolen riches she'd set aside, they could have a new life. And who knows? Maybe one day Shoto or Fuyumi could come back to reclaim the throne. When their father was long gone. Not that Dabi would mind taking matter into her own hands if it was for the sake of her siblings...

In any way, her plans went to shit when The Accident happened. The accident that got her scars, the one she couldn't bare to think about. After it she had to completely change her plans and run off by herself. She scaped in the middle of the night, and met Natsuo in those dark halls to say goodbye.

He was her best friend, and at the time, she thought that was goodbye forever.

But despite her pessimistic beliefs, his first letter arrived six months after she ran, when she got her very first job. Since then, they'd been talking regularly ( or as much regularly as one could have conversations through mail). She told Natsuo to not tell anyone she was alive and well, but deep down, she knew Fuyumi had to know. She was the polar opposite of her sister, who was always the perfect elegant, kind, polite princess. Still, they shared a bond Dabi could not explain, a bond of caretakers and of women whose blood was the same.

Plus there was the fact Natsuo sucked tremendously at keeping secrets.

Dabi was not sure if Shoto knew, though she thought he probably did; Fuyumi had always been soft for him. Still, he wouldn't recognize her. He probably had faint memories of a face she no longer had. The thoughts of her siblings haunted her during those few days, often making her laugh. She laughed because she couldn't cry anymore, because it was all too absurd, because maybe her life was just a fucking joke to the universe.

The others soon enough realized she was behaving strangely. For a couple days Dabi was able to hide her ever growing mess of feelings, but they knew her too well. Compress would ask what was wrong when he thought no one else was listening. Toga would braid her hair ( she hated it, and would immediately unmake the braids once Himiko was done.) Spinner liked to invite her to his games to distract her. Magne and Twice were always trying to hug her and get her to open up (which she hated much, much more than the braids, but the intention was sort of nice).

And Shigaraki... Shigaraki was being distant, and she didn't know why.

Nevertheless, with suspecting of war to investigate and money to earn, the days passed by quickly enough, much for Dabis happiness.

"Oh my God, look! The circus is so big! The colors are so, so very pretty too!" Himiko jumped as Spinner tried — and failed — to held her back. "I can't believe I'm going to met Ochaco-chan again! She's the prettiest fairy to ever exist, and also the bravest and strongest knight! Her blood must be so sweet..." She rambled and moved her hands around in the air, spinning in her yellow dress.

They were all dressed in their fanciest clothes, which included from flowery dresses like Togas to dark suits like the one Twice was wearing. Dabi wore the only thing she had from her old life : the clothes she had scaped the castle with. It was a purple suit with a white shirt underneath, and plain black pants. The suit was adornated in gold, and had the Kingdoms coat of arms in it, because it was for Dabi to use in formal occasions back in the castle. She had covered the coat of arms with a piece of dark fabric, which looked kind of out of place but really, who cared ?

As they approached the circus, more and more people started looking at them. It was a fancy part of town, not the kind of place they usually played at. When they got there, Compress chatted with the man who was producing the show. Apparently he'd heard them play before, and was looking forward to having them there. Dabi suspected it wasn't true, maybe Toga had threatened someone or bribed them to see the knights in training. She immediately felt bad. Himiko wouldn't bribe anyone. Threatening, maybe, though.

The inside of the circus was huge, even bigger than it looked from the outside. There were bailarinas and gymnasts in black suits, a man caressing a lion next to them. A beautiful woman with a long beard went over the presentation with the dancers. Clowns ran around, playing with each other, and...

And an enormous dragon slept in a cage. It was so big the cage could barely fit its wings, and it's deep blue and yellow scales shined in the light. It looked comfortable, at ease, almost like it was safe. But it wasn't possible, dragons had never lived peacefully with humans.

Dabi must have looked more amused than scared, because the showman, who was chatting with one of the gymnasts, walked towards her eith a smile on his face.

"Isn't she beatiful ? She's going to be our main attraction tonight." He cackled. Dabi got ready to fight. There was no fucking way she was going to leave someone to be trapped by shitty people, a mere attraction in their shown.

"She's my wife, you know. She's been resting all afternoon, to have energy to perform tonight. Can you believe she like to sleep in the elephants cage? Haha." As the man laughed Dabi saw that the cage was open, blankets scattered on the floor. The dragon yawned.

"She sleeps better in her dragon form?" The woman didn't mean to ask, but she was so shocked from the conversation she couldn't help turning thoughts into words.

"Yes, actually! I find it to be fascinating. Saori says when she's transformed her rest is far better." He looked at her for the first time, staring at her scars. "Do you know any dragons? Perhaps, family?"

"Yes" she said, and allowed her shoulders to deconstract, her breath to calm down. "I am a dragon." The man widened his eyes even more."It runs in the family." She turned and left.

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The instruments were old, but had clearly been taken good care of. There was a violin for Compress and a piano for Toga, and even guitars for Shigaraki and Spinner. Tomura wasn't happy, he loved his own guitar, and Toga was usually the only one who relied on other people's instruments. It's not like they could transport a piano, so she only played when there was one in the place they were going to play at already.

When they were all set, the showman asked them to rehearse with the dancers. Those people were very skilled, jumping and spinning endlessly like it was nothing. Dabi spotted some metaforms among them, which brought her back to the dragon in the cage, Saori.

Was it really possible for people like her to have something like that? Something alike acceptance? She shut her eyes tight. No. Hope was a damn waste of time. People would just throw her aside again.

When the spectacle finally started, she was relieved. As soon as it was over they could leave. They could pretend nothing happened.

Dabi should've thought something like 'relief' would not last long for her. When the showman started announcing the first number, Toga pulled her sleeve and, smile as wide as ever, pointed to the right side of the bleachers. Waiting for her, was a young boy, hair split down the middle. But he was looking the other way, chatting with his colleagues. No, he wasn't looking; but someone sure was. The knights in training hadn't come alone. Dabi found she knew their companion, and almost tripped as golden eyes stared into hers.

@arson-n-barf if you could tell me if there's anything weird here, that'd be awesome! I don't want to be rude as you've already happened me a lot, I'm just happy you're liking the story so no pressure. :)

#SJAJJSNSNSJS #they will FINALLY meet in chapter 5 #im writing 4 rn :)#we r 500 words in and its definetly going slower than i wanted but still #its progress!!#ive been writing every day and im so happy about this :)

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talkfantasytome · 2 years

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Hi, I hope you're doing OK. Here is my prompt: Rowan being a stay home dad and Aelin a badass queen lawyer.

Happy holidays❤

Thank you!! I hope you enjoyed the holidays! I love this, but saved it for Romance Week! 😄

Rowan has to put their daughter to bed alone after another night of Aelin working late.

Warnings: Lightest Angst | Word Count: 1,730 | ToG Masterlist

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SJM Romance Week - Day 1: Soulmates

"No!"

Rowan let out a deep sigh as he watched the toddler cross her arms and put on a pouting frown.

"But you love stories," he said, holding up her favorite picture book. "Please, Ollie. You need to go to sleep."

"I want story from mom!"

He nodded in agreement. He also wished her mother was there. "I know, sweetie. But mom isn't here right now. She has to work."

Ollie pushed her lower lip out as she narrowed her turquoise eyes. Despite only being two, with that look her eyes truly seemed to be ringed with fire.

"Will you go to sleep without a story, then?" She shook her head and Rowan ran his fingers through his hair, just as silver as his daughter's. "Well, Mom will be here when you wake up. So, the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you'll see her."

His daughter scrunched her brows in confusion. "Really?"

Rowan nodded, hoping he'd found the answer. "I promise, it'll feel much faster."

"Okay," she sighed dramatically. She slithered under the covers, snuggling her head into her pillow. "Mama will read me a story tomorrow morning?"

"I'm sure she will," he chuckled, brushing his fingers through her hair. "Good night, Ollie."

"Night dada." He leaned in and kissed her softly on the forehead. He then stood and pulled her covers up a bit more.

Rowan shut off her light, leaving the kingsflame night light on as he closed her door and headed back downstairs.

It was always much more difficult to get Ollie to go to sleep when Aelin wasn't home to help. And, apparently, it wasn't much of a cake walk for Aelin when Rowan wasn't around, either. But that rarely happened. The last time had to be at least two months ago, when Fenrys practically dragged him out of the house for a guys' night.

Could they really blame him? Nights were often the only time he really had with Aelin during the week - and some weekends. He hated missing them. Missing her. He did that enough during the day.

People always talk about how being a stay-at-home parent is one of the toughest jobs in the world. Balancing keeping the house in order, taking care of the children, cooking, always being the strong foundation. No one ever mentions the other part of it. Being alone while the kids are asleep, finding a spare moment of downtime while they watch TV or distract themselves, wishing you had a distraction as well. Anything to keep you from thinking about your spouse, and how you wish they were there with you in that moment.

Rowan loved his family with all his heart, but it was difficult at times. When they had their daughter, he and Aelin agreed that she would go back to work for a few reasons. One, she was the one who carried and gave birth to their daughter, she had first dibs on what she wanted to do after her maternity leave ended. Two, she loved her job far more than Rowan had. And three, the least important but still a big factor, she made a lot more money. Close to three times what Rowan was making before he left his job.

By now, with her recent promotion to Junior Partner, she was probably closer to five times that.

He just wished she didn't have to work as often as she did.

It got better after the promotion. Being able to pawn most of the busy work on to the associates, most nights she's home for dinner. But half the time she's checking her email or taking some call, blasting whoever's on the other end of it with legal jargon he only half understood. And this past week's been a nightmare as she worked on some high profile case.

Rowan was standing before the sink, finishing up the last of the dishes from the dinner he made, when a pair of delicate arms suddenly wrapped around his waist.

He'd been so caught up in his own thoughts, he hadn't heard the door open and close.

He looked up into the window above the sink and caught the reflection of Aelin's eyes in it as she pressed a kiss to his shoulder. They stared at each other like that for a minute, a soft smile forming on his face. One that always showed up whenever Aelin was around.

Quickly, Rowan finished rinsing the last pot and placed it in the dishwasher before he shut it with his foot and turned in Aelin's arms.

"Hi," she said gently.

Rowan lifted his hands, running them up and down her arms. "Hey." He met her eyes again, bright and wide and tentative, as if she was nervous being there with him. Which was ridiculous. They'd been together since college, well over ten years. "What's wrong?"

Aelin shook her head as she sighed, "Nothing. It's just…this current case is taking up so much time."

"I noticed," he laughed, but he didn't sound amused. "So did Ollie. She wouldn't let me tell her a story."

She groaned and leaned her forehead against his chest. "I'm sorry. I tried to get out earlier, but I just couldn't." Her voice was weary and Rowan could've sworn he heard it crack slightly.

That had him bringing his arms up around her shoulders and pulling her in closer to him. She seemed to sag into him, his embrace, and it warmed something within Rowan. He placed a soft kiss on her head and whispered, "It's okay. You don't have to apologize."

"I hate this," she sniffled, her arms tightening around him. "I love my job, but I miss you and Ollie constantly."

Rowan didn't respond. At least not vocally. He just held her, resting his head on hers. It was the other difficulty no one mentions about being a stay-at-home parent. Seeing the despair in your partner's eyes, hearing their agony over missing another night with their child, watching their heart break when another milestone comes and they're not there to witness it.

It's the hardest part for Rowan. There isn't a thing he wouldn't do for Aelin. No limit to ways in which he'd try to make her smile. It was one of his favorite things in the world, Aelin's smile. He'd dressed in ridiculous costumes for her, danced for her, read books he'd never want to read again, and so much more just to be graced by that smile.

Seeing her like this…it hurt. Because he knew she was hurting, and they were bonded by more than just vows and love.

Aelin stirred, pulling her head away enough to look up at him. He lifted one of his hands to her face to brush away the tear tracks there.

"I'm going to go check on her," she breathed as she leaned into his touch for a second. He nodded and savored the feel of her lips on his when she pushed herself up to give him a quick kiss. "I'll be back down in a few minutes."

Rowan smiled and let her go, his eyes following her as she made her way to the stairs and up them.

Once she was out of sight he started moving, working as quickly as he could. He had everything ready, and he knew she'd take the extra time to change into comfier clothes, but still his heart was racing.

He'd just lit the last candle when he heard her walking down the steps.

Aelin joined him in the living room, pausing behind the couch when she saw what Rowan had set up.

The wine, the cake, the candles all placed neatly on their coffee table. It really wasn't much, but Rowan knew she'd been working herself to the bone lately, and he knew it was eating away at her more than usual.

Another tear slid down her cheek as she took a deep, loud breath in.

"Oh, hey," Rowan sighed, rushing around the couch and wrapping her in his arms again. "Fireheart."

She leaned in to him, burying her face so he couldn't see. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." He stroked her back softly. "I'm sorry. I thought you'd like this."

"I do!" she all but shouted, jerking her head away. "I just…you do so much for me!"

"Only because you deserve it," he explained, cupping her face in his hands. He could see her eyes begin roll, but Rowan didn't care as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

Aelin shuttered, practically falling into him as she kissed him back for a moment. It had his heart swelling. "I do, don't I?" she asked, mustering up a small piece of that swagger she used to make him fall for her. Rowan nodded, laughing with her as she looked over at the table. "Is that chocolate hazelnut cake?"

"What kind of question is that?" he teased.

Taking her hand, Rowan led Aelin around the couch, sitting her down before he started pouring her favorite Sauvignon Blanc. Once he had a glass for himself he sat down next to her and lifted it. "To us, and Ollie. And to giving ourselves a break."

"And to cake," Aelin added with a soft laugh as she clinked her glass against his.

"And to cake," he echoed. Rowan took a sip, watching her as he did.

They set their glasses down and then Aelin was on him, straddling his lap and tangling her fingers in his hair. He groaned as she pulled softly, angling his face to keep his eyes connected with hers as she breathed, "I love you."

Rowan smiled as she brought her lips to his. "I love you, too," he whispered against her lips.

She kissed him deeply, Rowan's whole body buzzing. This. This was where he belonged, with Aelin in his arms.

"And, good news. We got enough done tonight that I won't have to do any work tomorrow or Sunday." Aelin beamed brightly at him and Rowan's breathing hitched.

"So you can spend the whole weekend with us?" he asked excitedly as she slid from his lap and curled against his side, giving him just enough freedom to grab a slice of cake for her.

She accepted the plate excitedly and then snuggled closer. She swallowed her first bite and then looked up at him.

"Right where I belong."

a/n: I took liberties with the interpretation of the prompt and went full on sappy. 👀

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mx-barnes · 3 years

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Soulmate AU Pt.7

Summary: When you turn 18 you get the name of a song on your wrist. That is the song you and your soulmate share. It is also how you can communicate with them.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: swearing, implied smut (I suck at writing smut so this is for the best), talk of abduction, a little bit of Bucky's trauma, pet names, Sad!Bucky, think that's it.

A/n:Sorry that this chapter is so short I am camping this week and wanted you guys to have a new part out. So I finished this before camping, I'll be logging off for the week I have a few things queued but not much. Sorry I will be back next week with my regularly scheduled post. Not edited, Charaters not my own (Marvel don't sue me) Gif not my own.

Chapter 6 Masterlist

The next morning you woke up to find James still in bed with you. You figured he’d already be up but apparently he wasn’t a morning person either. Last night was amazing you had shown him where you grew up. He seemed so entranced by everything. Maybe it was the fact that you were talking a mile a minute or he was just happy to be there with you.

Honestly, he seemed like a great guy. He hadn’t pushed you into anything last night which you know from your own shitty experiences can happen. Most of the men and women you dated tended to have an expectancy. That if you were laying down in their bed or even laying down in your bed that something was going to happen. But James didn’t seem to be like that. You were grateful.

Yes, you were soulmates. Yes, you were “made for each other” but you wanted to take it slow until you couldn’t handle slow anymore. You wanted to build a relationship first not just jump straight in. He may be your soulmate but you’ve heard of instances where soulmates moved too fast and ended up hating each other. You didn’t want that. You want a best friend, someone you could depend on.

You felt the figure stir beside you pulling you out of your thoughts. “Mornin’ doll. You sleep well?” His morning voice was beautiful. It was just the right amount of gravely to the deep tone. This man had you just swooning at his voice.

“Ya I slept great what about you handsome?” You said placing a hand on his shoulder as you snuggled closer to him.

“It was one of the best sleeps I’ve had in a while. So,” he paused looking down and chewing on his bottom lip. “My arm.”

“What do you mean your arm?” you pulled back to look at him.

“It’s- well it's metal,” he stuttered. Scared that you would reject him. Push him away maybe if you hadn’t already connected the dots. See that he was a terrible person.

“So. Listen, James,” the way you said his name made butterflies rupture in his stomach. “I can’t change it. I know about your past but everyone is so much more than their past. If we lived in the past we wouldn’t go anywhere. So as long as you don’t judge me on my past I won’t judge you on yours. We all have a story but each day we have a blank page. That story may be filled with unknown horrors but the fact that you are here and can share those horrors if you so choose is proof enough that you are a strong and capable man.”

"But if you know my past you know I killed hundreds. You deserve better than that. You deserve someone better. Someone who is broken. Some who can gi-"

"Stop. If the universe put us together it must have a reason. It must have a reason and this is not me rationalizing this. I want to be with you. You were brainwashed those terrible acts the other guy did was not your fault. You are enough for me. You are more than enough for me. Last night you followed me around my childhood home where I talked a mile a minute and you were probably bored out of your mind but you sat and listened. I talk too much, I ramble but you sat and listened to me. Listen James I know your past from the media, but I want to know your past. I want to get to know the real you. Not the one the media portrays, not the one you probably put on when you go to your therapist, the real you,” you rambled on.

His arms jut out to grab your face. Grabbing it he pulls you close you instinctively close your eyes then he hesitates you can feel his hot breath fanning over your face as he asks “Can I kiss you?”

You open your eyes. Stare into his beautiful blues for a second almost getting lost in them but manage to answer him. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

After hearing your response his face lightens you ca. See the glint in his eyes as he once again pulls you close and kisses you. Your eyes flutter shut. The kiss is soft. His lips are dry and cracked a bit but you don’t mind. It's sweet and way too short for your liking. When he pulls away you allow him and yourself to have a breath before you pull him once again.

He chuckles into the kiss. He pulls away once again and you whine. “We gotta get up doll. ‘M gonna make you the very best breakfast,” he gets up and starts to pull a shirt on. You didn’t even realize he was shirtless.

Pouting you quip “The best breakfast you could give me is if you stay in bed.”

That seems to pique his interest as he dives right back into the covers and begins kissing you once again. Let’s just say you and him had a full meal.

<~>

You must have fallen asleep again because by the time you looked over at the alarm clock it was 2 hours later.

Scrambling to get your things for work you manage to wake up James. He looks at you with such love in his eyes. “Mornin’ doll.”

It wasn’t fair how good he looked or sounded. He looked as he had been plucked from the gardens of heaven. His voice was melodic. It was drawing you back in. "Morning sorry I have to get to work I've missed the past couple of days and it's not like my boss is unreasonable but she does need her assistant. I am really sorry to just run out on you but I will be back I promise. I'll leave my number on the counter," quickly crossing the room to give him a quick cheek kiss. You ran out of the room a little disheveled but looking fairly decent. You scribbled down your number on an empty piece of paper. By the time you actually left you looked down to your watch and it was 8:30 AM.

<~>

By the time you actually got to Stark Industries, it was 9:45 AM your shift started at 9:00 sharp. Immediately you went to Peppers office. You knocked on the door hoping that she wasn't in a meeting. "Come in."

"Pepper I'm so sorry for not being here for the past couple of days. I was abducted and then I was with my soulmate and I overslept. I'm so sorry," you ramble on.

"It's ok. Wait you were abducted? By who?" Pepper almost scolds. Her face softens as she takes in the last bit of your sentence. "So you spent the night at your soulmate's house. That must've been fun. What's their name?" She questions.

"Well, his name is James Barnes. Don go off on how he's the Winter Soldier. I know he is and it's fine that wasn't him. I know I just met him but I think I'm already falling in love. He's not like any other person I've been with. Not Killian, not Amanda, not Jade, and definitely not Dawson. He's just different but a good different you know?"

"I know I can see that he makes you happy. That smile hasn't left your face since you came in here."

You hadn't even realized you were smiling. This was something that you had experience before sure your other partners made you happy but this has been a long time coming, to find that ethereal happiness.

Chapter 8

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ecclais-fouoras · 3 years

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"Why do we always make love in the dark?"

WARNINGS: SMUT, MENTION OF PAST SEXUAL ASSAULT, INSECURITIES, (BRIEF MENTION OF SCOLIOSIS)

Enjoy !

Again, it was 8 pm we were both in bed, our hands around each other, in the dark.

And again I asked her to turn on the lights, and she refused.

And again I respected that.

We had made love so many times, sometimes even just sex,

and yet she was still insecure showing me her body.

Wilhelmina had her issues yes, but I still found her beautiful despite all the things she thought of herself.

So tonight I asked why, why did she not want me to make love to her with the lights on.

"Mina ?"

I asked softly as my hand kept circling her clit while i was on top of her.

"Yes baby....mmmm....what is it..?"

-"why can't you let me see you like this ? I think you're beautiful, and yet I can't even see your pretty face when you cum.."

She was stunned by my words, she moaned softly and her eyes got watery. I felt her tremble underneath me, but it wasn't from coming, so i stopped my hand licking her wetness from my finger

"Babe, I've seen you, naked and with clothes on, laughing and sobbing while tears stream down those rosie cheeks and I'm still here. Because I wanna be. I want you to be mine, and me to be yours. Yet when we have sex, i can't see anything ?"

She registered my words and picked up all her courage to answer

"I know that, but when we are intimate it is different. I'm scared, I'm scared you'll see something i hate and run away..."

"I swear if this is about your back...."

"YES OKAY OBVIOUS IT IS"

she got mad and pushed me off of her and started to leave the bed.

"Mina.. stop... Where are you going, we need to sort this out now"

I breathed as I rushed to her side of the bed and circle my arms around her body to stop her from standing up.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING LET ME GO"

"NO ! NO ! FOR GOD SAKE I WILL NOT LET YOU LEAVE WHEN THINGS GET ROUGH, OR UNCOMFORTABLE TO TALK ABOUT...You need to work for this..."

I pointed back and forth between us.

"Honey, mina tell me what do you think will happen ? I've seen your back already, it didn't change anything, you are beautiful to me, with your scoliosis or without" I ran my finger down her spine and she shivered when I kissed the bruises on top of her spine.

"I know...but...you...have...never seen all of me at once, and especially when...i give up...control"

there it was, why did i not see that, it ,as obvious that during sex she was vulnerable, and she hated that as much as she loved to be topped.

I saw her summon all her courage to say,

TW: MENTION OF SEXUAL ASSAULT

"When I was younger..the boy that I was sort of "dating"....he...he wasn't very.. patient with me...and..."

She was sobbing, sniffling between words.

"Well.. i wasn't ready to have sex...and...after a few months...he got tired of waiting...and when he got to my house on day...he started to make out with me...ln my room on the bed....he undressed me and started to play...with himself...but as he got me naked... and flipped me over roughly to penetrate me he saw my back..and he...just stopped yelled that was disgusting...that he wasn't going to touch that...and he just jacked off...because he said i was giving him blue balls...and came on my back...then he just left."

She was now crying, curled in a ball on the bed we so often shared, and i was devastated.

Angry and mad at this asshole, for trying to break my Mina, and for having done that to her.

"Mina, I'm so sorry, i didn't know...it's ok we don't have to ever turn the lights on...I don't want you to be uncomfortable"

i said while spooning her and brushing her tears away.

After what felt like ages and her crying stopped in broke the silence.

"You know, i never told you that, but I was...too"

she turned around to face me, and looked at me confused

"Well, you know what he did to you..."

"...What ?"

"Well...god i hate those words, sexualy assaulted baby"

"No..no..no you don't understand.. he didn't do that...he was my boyfriend..and we'll just was tierd of waiti..."

-" Mina what you just described to me is sexual assault, it doesn't matter if he was your boyfriend, or your teacher, your family or friends. That has nothing to do with what he did to you. Mina you've been living like this, convincing yourself that it was normal, but it is not."

She was shocked by the words that came out of my mouth

"I..."

"I know babe"

she didn't need to speak, i understood everything perfectly, she curled up and nuzzled my neck, while I stroked her dark red hair.

"It's okay baby, your okay "

i tried soothing her with my words

"Your so pretty Mina, so Lovely, and precious."

"Thank you baby"

An hour later, we had both calmed down, she was now sprawled all over me, and I was stroking her leg softly.

"You know, I do know you'd never hurt me, and it's just my fear talking but why do you want the lights to be on ?"

She asked quietly.

Silence, silence piercing your hears, you had to think of something.

You couldn't tell her the truth but a simple 'because I like it' would never be enough.

So you didn't reply, at some point she even though you were asleep, but when she looked at you your eyes were wide open.

But she waited

"You know... you can tell me anything right ?

Of course you knew, but it was something you didn't like to talk about.

But you should, Mina and you had been together for a little over 5 month now, even though none of you said it, you knew you loved each other, she should know.

"I...when i was a kid... I always slept with the lights off, in the full darkness, I thought "if I can't see, the monsters can't see rather and it's easier to hide right ?" So every night I would sleep with no lights on... And one day my parents took in..one of my mom's friend who was getting divorced and was kicked out of his house...after a few days he would come into my room every night... I couldn't see him... and well..after a few weeks my mom found out and kicked him out...After that i couldn't sleep in the dark anymore, i was too scared he'd come back..."

She looked at me lovingly and kissed the skin below her mouth.

"Don't worry I'm okay now, i went to therapy for years afterwards, and well he is in jail because I apparently wasn't the only one he visited, and now I'm all healed"

She took my words, and a few moments passed by.

We both had your hands around each other.

You told Mina she needed therapy, for everything she felt about herself and her trauma.

She nodded and she said she'd make the appointment tomorrow.

We started kissing each other, it was slow and sweet. After we parted i said

"I just prefer to have sex with the lights on, and that is not the only reason, i just like it more, you can see what you do, your partners face, and body, and the way they move and moan. It's just priceless."

"I..."

"I know, we don't have to, I wont push that on you ok ? I'm just telling you what I fe.."

She cut you off by kissing you and replied

"No..i just want...to try tonight, if that's okay with you of course."

"Now? Like.. right now right now... or now like later now ?"

You rambled as you got a little excited at the idea.

"Now.." she rolled on top of you and kissed you again.

"Oh..baby if we do this...we do this my way"

you whispered in her ear as you flipped her over so she was beneath you.

She moaned at the sudden mouvements and whined when she felt your weight leave her body.

"Are you sure you're good ?"

You asked while holding the chord switch of your bedside lamp, she nodded rapidly and you pulled the chord.

There was now a low light in the room, and her skin lit up.

You went back to work, and unbutton her nightshirt, while kissing the middle of her torso, you went down further, admiring her from below. She was so pretty like this, panting and her hair all messy.

You took off her panties and kissed your way up her thighs, she shivered in expectation.

"Mmm... I can't wait to taste you mina"

She groaned loudly at your words,

"Your being such a good girl baby"

"...mmm...oh only for you darling...OH"

You cut her off by puting her clit into your mouth, and circling it with the tip of your tongue. You moved faster, never slowing your pace as you found her gaze with your hungry eyes. Her mouth in an O shape as you played with her bundle of nerves, her hips lifting up for even more contact.

"...please...baby"

"You need to tell me what you need, sweetie"

".mm..more...ah" she plead with her shaky voice.

"Come on baby you can say it...use your words pretty girl" you cooed as she was trying to express her needs.

"God..oh...I..want...your fingers..in me

.. please !"

You couldn't deny her request any longer so you easily pushed two fingers inside her hole as she screamed.

"OH GOD..YES..JUST LIKE THAT..."

You knew exactly what she liked so after a few seconds you curled your fingers inside her while sucking hard on her clit and she came eyes shut crying out your name. You went up her body and stared into her eyes

"Hey"

"...Hi" she breathed out.

"You were perfect baby, and oh your face when you come...i swear I almost came from just looking at it."

"Oh..did you now ?"

She replied biting my neck softly, and when she lifted my hips so I could sit on her face I knew this was gonna be a long night, and that i was so lucky to have her, and we both knew that we'll never make love in the dark again.

#wilhemina venable x reader #sarah paulson fanfiction #soft!mina #ms venable #sarah paulson characters

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gothemoccentral · 4 years

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Thoughts

Pairing: Batman x hero! Reader

Keys: Y/H/N = your hero name

AN) ok so I'm obsessed with Bruce falling for a fellow hero in the justice leauge, specifically in the setting of the watchtower.

Summery: you find out your soulmate is batman; the one man who your sure despises you.

The lunch hall was buzzing with laughter and gossip as you chatted with Dinah, who sat across from you as you both waited for your usual lunch companions to arrive. (It was mainly Ollie, but sometimes it was question when Ollie drags him along, Lord knows the man needs friends)

Your both exchanging looks at the table with wonder woman, green lantern, superman and the dark knight himself.

"He thinks I'm annoying." "No he doesnt." Dinah rolls her eyes, twirling her fork of spaghetti . "He avoids me, and he always critiques me when I'm in the training room. The only time we interact is when he's correcting me." You huff. It's not like you were hurt or anything...

Okay mabey a little. "Well, hes.. curt with everyone." She points out, fork poised for emphases "I know that but.. this just feels different, more personal." The conversation ended as Oliver pulled out his chair, ducking down to kiss Dinahs lips. You look away smiling, but a small part of you wilts. You sometimes wondered if your soulmate would ever love you like that, and your thoughts traveled millions of miles away.

A few days later your called in with a handful of your other teammates led by Batman, a couple of inmates from Bell Reve had escaped and now you were ordered to capture them.

You were running toward Fire, who was fending off killer frost with her green fire, without warning a voice crashed through your mind like a wrecking ball.

We need to bring in backup. Your feet skidded before your body froze in place. You knew that voice. Your breath hitched as your mind put the pieces together, like puzzle pieces snapping together.

"Y/H/N!" Batman called, you didn't see the body falling straight for you. You were still paralyzed from the shock. A shadow fell over you, and a second before it made impact with you Batmans body crashed into yours, knocking you out of the way. You were flat on your back, looking into the white eyes of his cowel.

his chest pressing against yours, his arms around you, just for a moment before he untangled himself from you. "Pay attention!" He snarled with a fury that made your insides quake before springing back into the action. You blinked, before shoving down your feelings and joining the fight.

You traveled to the only place you felt safe crying at the moment, Dinahs room. Ignoring the curious looks of your teammates as you rushed passed, determined to not let them see your bloodshot eyes.

Your bottom lip wobbled as you cried "Dinah." You said, fighting the tears that swam in your eyes. You took a deep breath through your nose. "It happened, I found my-" your voice broke. Her brows pulled together in concern before her eyes widened in realisation. "Oh hon, come inside."

You layed side by side on her bed after you recounted the story, she listened with a sympathetic ear, even at one point given you one of ollies white shirts to go over the black leggings she lent you. You had to get out of your grimy suite. She had let you fall asleep in her bed, exhausted physically and emotionally from the mission. You had showered and brushed out your hair, eaten breakfast out of Dinahs mini fridge, too nervous to go to the lunch hall-afraid of running into him. Dinah had been an angle throughout all this, easily distracting you with personal embarrassing stories and a mariage of tv shows from the 90s. (She was surprisingly a big fan of buffy.)

"It'll all be okay." She promised as you both stared up at the ceiling. "You both will resolve it, and even if you don't, you can always quit." Your eyes widened as you met her eyes "I mean, I would miss seeing you everyday." She ammended. "But the telepathic link only works if your within a few dozen feet of each other, you could always work on the ground, I bet Helena would be thrilled to have you for a partner."

"Helena? Thrilled?" "You know what I mean." She shrugs "You two always fought well together, and she always liked you, even if she didn't show it. She's tricky like that." "I doubt the league would like that." She shrugs "Helenas an heiress, she could pay you." You smiled just slightly, imagining a different version of your life, but you loved your job.

Even though you loved your team, you couldn't help but see the freedom it would give you. The league had limits, and rules, people told you who to protect and where to go. You shake the thought away. "Let's not hire a moving company yet." You say. "I enjoy our lunches together, I'm not going to let one man ruin the life I've built here." Dinah grinned, relieved "good, I really would have missed you."

A sobering knock interrupted your laughter. You both shared a look and you sat up against the headboard, your heart stopped when she opened the door, Batmans intimidating figure looming there. He ignored Dinahs presence, scanning the room and finding you quickly.

"Can we talk?" He asks, voice tense. You hesitated, before nodding, standing from the bed

"Y/N." He starts, before stopping. "What were you thinking freezing up like that? You could have been killed." He said, voice holding more emotion than you anticipated. You crossed your arms over your chest defensively, leaning back against the door. "I wasn't. I was taken by surprise." His jaw clenched, before he sighed, reaching back and pulling back his cowel.

His dark eyes bored into yours and suddenly you felt very exposed. You weren't talking to a mask anymore, you were talking to a person.

your soulmate, apparently.

You absently noticed the tuft of hair that rebelliously curled against his brow. You thought that was cute, before catching yourself. You couldn't help noticing the way his throat bobbed when that thought flashed across your mind. You look away, down the long curve of hallway. "I.. apologise for speaking to you that way." He says. Your eyes shoot to him, but you say nothing. "That's all I wanted to say. I'll see you in debriefing next thursday." He says, pulling his cowel back up over his eyes and retreating down the hall. You gulp, a mixture of feelings threatening to overtake you. You take a deep breath, trying to brush off how much the encounter shook you.

Four months later

You stared into the stars as the watchtower gently turned, adrift in the blackness of space. You cleared your mind and let his consciousness stream into yours, the deep tenour of his mental voice soothing you as he worked through the details of a case.

Nothing big happened at first, little things. But you noticed. The way he would stand just a little bit closer to you when a threat was near, how he always sought your opinion on things of importance, how he would find excuses to patrol in the areas you visited on earth, just in case.

You looked at the green and blue swirling mass that was your home world.

"I dont hate you, you know." He says "quite the opposite." "The opposite would be to feel neutral." You quipped. His lips curled ever so slightly, not taking his eyes off of earth. His smile quickly faded. "I don't mix the mission and my personal life." Your chest felt like it had cracked open. "It always gets messy." You nodded, jaw clenched determined to not let him see your hurt. He turns toward you, and you can see his deep frown from your blurred peripheral vision. "I don't know what to do." He confesses, head titled down. "This isn't just about me anymore." You stared at his chest. He took a deep breath, as if stealing himself. "I'm not saying no forever, I'm just asking for you to wait." "For how long?" The words tumbled out of your mouth. "I don't know." He says. You gulp. "The last thing I would want to do is hurt you." Too late.

You thought harshly, your stomach twisted when he flinched ever so slightly. "Sorry." You say, aching at the brief flash of pain that flashed over his features. You step closer and intertwined your hands with his gloved ones. He didn't fight you. "I can't guarantee anything." He warns. And a his mental voice bounced through your mind for just a second before he shut his mind up tight again. I'm already too lost in you too turn back now.

His thought takes your breath away, but you pretend not to hear it. "Okay." You say. "Just stay with me here right now." He nodded and you look back to the stars as he gazed at you.

#DCAU #Batman x hero reader #Batman x super reader #Batman x teammate reader #Batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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Feelings? No. Never.

Illinois x gender neutral!reader

@edgynoise ty for the request!

A/N: Illinois falling in love and not knowing what to do with it. I loved writing this lol. There's a dog, and I chose a hypoallergenic dog bc... Y'know... Uh, Illinois being big dumb. Real men don't have FEELINGS. Rated T for cursing and hurt pupper. Don't worry, she gets better. Fluffy. Enjoy.

Word Count: 2.1k

Illinois was a bit intimidated by you. You two had a lot in common. You both loved adventure, you both were fearless, and you both could be too arrogant at times. The difference was you were more aggressive about it. He wouldn't lie, he got worried when you asked him if he dared you to jump over a pit of snakes.

Another difference was you were softer than him. You loved children and animals, and were very kind and caring. Illinois didn't really like kids and most animals just annoyed him. He wasn't the caring type. You two complimented each other well.

One problem.

Illinois had fallen in love with you.

He wasn't sure when or how it happened, but all he knew was that whenever he saw you playing with a baby or a dog or something like that, he couldn't help smiling.

Illinois had fallen in love before. At least, he was pretty sure he had. It had been a while. But the overwhelming desire to see you happy may have tipped him off a bit.

But he was honestly a bit scared.

Feelings were nothing but trouble. They had no place in his line of work. You risked your lives every day, there was no room for a relationship. Besides, he wasn't the relationship type. He was married to his job! The only thing he loved was adventure! And now, apparently, you. What was he supposed to do with that? Ask you out? No. He couldn't. He wouldn't. He'd get over this soon enough.

Then a week passed. Then two weeks. Then two months. And that mushy, touchy-feely, butterflies-in-your-stomach emotion he felt towards you hadn't faded a bit. In fact, it may have just gotten bigger.

He would sit with you while you did absolutely anything, just wanting to be around you. He would watch you from across the room, adoration visible in his eyes. Whenever he talked to you, love and affection dripped from his voice.

He hated it.

He couldn't control it! His face started heating whenever you touched him, and he started giggling like a schoolgirl when he thought of you. This wasn't like him. He needed to stop. But he wasn't sure how to stop.

And he didn't need to.

You two had discovered some temple ruins and Illinois decided to explore. He had hoped some adventure would take his mind off of things.

As it turns out, going on an adventure with the person you are in love with will not help you get over the person you are in love with.

You decided to walk through town on the way over instead of driving, just because. He thought it was a waste of time, but you wanted to see everything. So, you walked.

While walking you froze as you heard a small whine from an alleyway.

"Illinois," you called so he'd stop. He turned to you.

"What's wrong?" He asked. You didn't answer as you spun towards the alley and went in. Illinois followed you, curious in what you were doing. You slowly stepped through the alley, keeping your ears open, until both of you heard another whine. You rush towards the source of the noise and find a Portuguese Water-Dog puppy. Its fur was black, so you barely saw that its leg was bleeding. You gasped and laid your hand on the pup.

"Aw, Illinois! Look at it!" You said sadly. Illinois rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, great. Drop it at the vet so we can go." You turned to him and frowned. He suddenly felt guilty.

"No! I can't just abandon it! I found it and now it's my responsibility," you claimed. Illinois sighed in annoyance. He didn't even try to argue because he knew he couldn't change your mind.

You lifted up the small pup and cradled it in your arms, shushing it gently. Illinois tried to look annoyed, but his brain decided to make a ton of serotonin in that exact moment and he smiled at you. You two stood for a moment, you cradling the dog, Illinois smiling at you lovingly. You looked up at him and smirked.

"There a problem, Illy?" You chuckled. Illinois snapped out of his trance and widened his eyes at you. He cleared his throat.

"Uh, no. Let's just… let's just go," he said and turned around, walking back to where you came from. You jogged to catch up to him, staring at the puppy in adoration.

"I'm gonna call them… Indiana," you said. Illinois turned to you.

"Really?" He asked, offended. You laughed.

"Yeah, really! It'll be too confusing to name you both Illinois," you explained. He turned away from you, his face flushing.

"Yeah… okay," he mumbled.

A couple days after you nursed the puppy back to health, you made Illinois go with you to buy stuff for it. You held his hand as you dragged him around the pet store, holding the puppy in your arms as well. You repeatedly referred to her as your daughter, and told him he was her parent as well. Not to mention, a bunch of people walking around were whispering you two looked cute together.

This was not at all helping with Illinois' feelings for you. He wanted them to leave, not for other people to know about it.

"Y/N can you… not hold my hand and… stop calling me its dad?" He asked, sounding annoyed. Your happy face dropped a bit, but you nodded and let go of his hand. He immediately regretted his decision after 5 minutes of missing your hand in his. You had bought the puppy a collar, a leash, a bed, bowls, food, and a couple of toys. You forced Illinois to pick the toys out, since he was going to be living with the dog too. You wanted him and the pup to get along. He groaned but picked out five, and complained when you told him that was enough. You could tell he was having fun.

You drove the puppy back to you and Illinois' house. You both had thought it made more sense for you to live together, since you started adventuring together.

Yep. That was the only reason, alright.

You set the puppy's bed next to yours and set her on the floor.

"Go on, Indiana!" You urged. The pup wobbled over to the bed, her leg wrapped in bandages. She circled for a minute before laying down on it and soon falling asleep. You stared at her for a while before Illinois tapped you on the shoulder. You turned to him, wondering what he wanted. He held up the newspaper article about the cursed treasure that had originally made you two go on your adventure.

Well, before you found the puppy and forgot about adventure altogether.

You called a doggy daycare so you could drop Indiana off and go on the adventure. You anticipated you'd be away for the entire weekend, so you asked one of your friends to pick her up and drop her off each day. Once they agreed, you and Illinois packed your stuff.

Well, you packed your stuff. Illinois still had his bag from the first time you went.

You two tossed your bags in the backseat and sat in the car, ready for danger.

You two had been walking inside the actual ruins for 2 hours. There were so many different pathways you could go, and somehow, none of the ones you chose so far were correct. You had found plenty of rooms with treasure in them, but every time you took one, something went wrong.

First there was a golden statue that he'd replaced with a rock, and a boulder began to chase you both. You ended up back where you started, unhurt but very annoyed.

Then, a golden lamp sitting in the middle of a room. When Illinois grabbed it, the walls started to close in on you two. There wasn't enough time to run out, so you shot your grappling hook at the door and swung your way out. Illinois' hat almost got crushed. It wouldn't have been bad, but he would've complained to you until he eventually bought a new one.

Another memorable one was when the ground closed in under you and you fell into a pit of vipers. Before Illinois could even ask if you were ok, you climbed up the walls with two knives, smiling and saying you were good. Illinois thought it was impossible to fall more in love with you, yet here we are.

You were on your fourth pathway, and there wasn't anything interesting so far. You two normally just walked in comfortable silence, but Illinois initiated conversation.

"So, partner," he called. You turned towards him with a small smile.

"Hm?" You asked.

"Why do you like adventuring so much?" Your eyes widened as you laughed at the question.

"Well, uh… that's a long story…"

"We got time, don't we?"

You were quiet for a moment before you started telling your entire life story.

Half an hour into you talking and Illinois' smile hadn't faltered a bit. He loved your voice oh, so much. You had gone from talking about your childhood to what you did last week, and he listened to everything. You sped up as you talked so Illinois, with his slow saunter, fell a bit behind. He began to zone out and think.

He loved you… at this point, he knew he did. You were amazing… he loved you so much… What was he supposed to do? He didn't want to kiss you… well, he did. But not yet. He didn't know if you'd want to. He didn't know if you liked him. He had no way of figuring that out without telling you he liked you. And what if you didn't? Your friendship could be ruined! He didn't want that… he wouldn't survive. It's not like he could just… pin you up against the wall and hope you kissed him… could he? Well, he didn't have much to lose. If you didn't like him, maybe he could beg you to be friends with him again. Worth a shot.

"Y/N?" He called. He held your hand, stopping you from going farther. You turned towards him.

"What is it?" You asked.

He grabbed your shoulders and gently pinned you against the wall. Your eyes widened as you looked at him. One hand moved to the side of your neck, and he moved his other hand against the wall, straightening his arm. He was absently rubbing his thumb over your jaw, staring at your lips. He stepped closer to you, moving the hand against the wall to the other side of your neck. You held your breath as he stood dangerously close to you, your bodies almost touching.

"You're… so wonderful…" he whispered. One hand moved to your chin as he stared at your lips. You weren't smiling.

That was bad.

He worriedly looked at your eyes, seeing only confusion. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Just… kiss me if you like me back…" he begged. After a few seconds of nothing, he began moving away from you. "I'm so--" you grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him into a kiss. Illinois, caught off guard, buckled a bit. You pulled him back up and he started kissing back. Your bodies were up against each other and he wasn't sure if he could handle anymore. If he'd ascended into heaven right then and there, he wouldn't be surprised. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged, pulling him impossibly closer to you. He whined and mentally beat himself up for it. He was supposed to make you make those noises. He reluctantly pulled away for breath.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" He murmured. You chuckled.

"I don't know. What am I doing?"

"You're throwing off my entire vibe is what you're doing," You both laughed and he watched you in awe. "I love you…" you stopped laughing and looked at him. Shit, shit, shit. Too soon… he scolded himself. You smiled at him and softly pecked him on the lips again.

"I love you too…" you mumbled. You both gaze adoringly at each other before you wiggled out from your spot between him and the wall, continuing down the pathway. "Come on! I'm not leaving without some sort of reward!" You yelled. He smirked.

"What? Ain't I enough reward, darlin'?" He asked. You rolled your eyes.

"You're good, but love won't pay the bills. Besides, we have a daughter now!"

"Right…"

"Well… I guess you're technically her step-dad, but you can still form a relationship!"

"Oh, shut up." You snickered at him and kept walking. He sighed.

Feelings could be good sometimes.

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13th

So today is like a Thursday and I only have CEP tutorial for one hour and I’m done for the day. So like I could just go home but Bryan still had classes until like 4 or 5 pm???

But anyways, we ate lunch at foodgle and foodgle and I ate the Ayam penyet idk is this how u spell it??? But wtf the teh o ice was fking expensive it’s like $1.40?????? but its only like $0.90 at koufu????

And yeahhhh, Bryan got default golddddddd. anyways, I pretty scared for PA I really want to get gold, if I don’t get gold now, I don’t think I can get gold in the future when I’m fighting under black belt.

During the exam period, he was tired and like sleepy so he wanted to go home. But like I told him I have to study in school or I won’t study at home, and I asked him to make a move home first. but he refused he says he can’t just leave me alone like that in school. I told him it was alright. but he still refused to go home.he explained: if the tables turned and if he wants to study, I wouldn’t leave him too.

But the weird thing is, now, he wants me to go back home immediately if I’m going to wait for more than an hour for him to finish the class, and he must also do the same. But I lied that I still have cpes practical so I could go home with him. In the end I told him I don’t have cpes prac 30min before his class ended, so I’ll know that Bryan will be like: might as well wait for me and we go home tgt.

So when we got home tgt, everything was great I guess, except that I was sick and I didn't quite hear what Bryan was saying so I kept saying huh and he kinda got pissed and thought I wasn't listening to him. But okay we hugged in the end, kissed too so it was great.

So when I went back home, Bryan already probably was sleeping yeap. And then I saw Yi Le tweet, she shared about this secure in love website thing where we do this quiz for us and our partner and find out more about our love styles.

Anyways, I’m putting the links and results here for future reference, in case, idk, people change so we can do this still, in the future.( http://secureinlove.com )

Mine, What I feel is me:

(http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/05_LoveStyle_LoyalSupporter.pdf) (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/05_PartnerLoveStyle_LoyalSupporter.pdf)

I don’t know what he feels is me cuz, he is lazy and he refused to do any more quizzes.

Bryan’s, What he feels is him:

(http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/02_LoveStyle_ConfidentHero.pdf) (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/02_PartnerLoveStyle_ConfidentHero.pdf)

What I feel is him:

(http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/03_LoveStyle_HesitantRomantic.pdf) (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/03_PartnerLoveStyle_HesitantRomantic.pdf)

But yeah, so since he thinks that he’s a Confident Hero, this is what I shouldn’t do to him:

DON’T:

• Assume everything is easy for them

• Take them for granted or take advantage of their flexibility or generosity

• Forget all the hard work your partner puts in to make things look easy

• Expect your partner to set firm limits, they often over commit and overdo

• Forget that they need help with balance particularly when they are stressed

• Expect them to understand your drama or your need for space

• Forget that they like to work hard and play hard

• Forget to listen to them, while they are easy going they get frustrated also

And since I think that he’s a Heistant Romantic, this is what I shouldn’t do to him:

DON’T:

• Lose sight that your partner is well intended and does not want to hurt you if they are being critical it is out of wanting to be accurate not that they are uncaring or unfeeling

• Crowd them or interrupt them and expect them to be present

• Be insincere in your praise

• Play games by threatening to leave them in an attempt to get them to chase you

• Overwhelm them with multiple complaints or grievances

• Assume they don’t love you because they show interest in other people or activities

• Use generalized language such as “you always” or “you never”

• Expect them to understand your differences, tell them what you want and need

Everyone should try to avoid doing this to their partner, but I asked Bryam, which one he wanted me to avoid doing the most, and it turns out that it’s the hesitant romantic. and hey, Guess maybe I know Bryan more than he knows himself after all.

So apparently,

YOUR LOVE STYLE is made up of two categories, your attachment style and your expressiveness level.

None of the seven love styles is better than the other, however, each of the love styles has unique traits, strengths, needs/wants and blind spots.

SECURE

Confident Hero = High Expressive (Maybe Bteh)

Reserved Playmate = Low Expressive

ISOLATED

Renaissance Lover = High Expressive

Hesitant Romantic = Low Expressive (Maybe Bteh)

NERVOUS

Expressive Giver = High Expressive

Loyal Supporter = Low Expressive (Me)

CONFUSED

Wounded Warrior

But from what I know, both me and Bryan are like pretty low expressive so I’m pretty sure that Bryan is a hesitant lover. The fact that he got confident Hero from the survey and don’t feel or relate as much as hesitant lover shows that maybe he lied like not really lie but like yeah like clicked the answers not consciously ok idk how to say but I think everyone gets it.

Then after this whole secure in love thing, i decided to just ask him some questions I saw asked on The Lie Detective. Anyways, Lie Detective is like great I get to see the scums of earth and the loveliest human being ever. But idk a lot of westerners cheat?????? like why bruh. So anyways, a few questions from the lie detective were like, what is normally the cause of what makes you hard the fastest. Is it like real life sex, or porn, or just dirty thoughts. A lot of people truthfully said that it’s the dirty thoughts that gets them the hardest fastest and B said the same do he is prolly telling the truth. and tbh, dirty thoughts prolly get me turn on the fastest too idk lmao.

14th

Today is a Friday, there’s training and it’s gonna be a tiring day. Nothing much happened today. Except that Bryan didn’t want to go for training but I still had to go becuz I had to kinda train up for PA. So after class, I just walked with Bryan to yck mrt and yayyyyy. I don’t spend as much time with him as much as a few months ago so I gotta treasure every sec with him, but lmao if I’m like alr sad now then army how. ok but, by the time he has army ill get used to it slowly. But yeah, after training I was tired. I showered, blew dry my hair and like went on the internet for awhile and I decided to sleep.

15th

So I woke up a t 1030 as usual and like ate breakfast/lunch and when i came back home it was 1230 and he replied he ate lunch/breakfast too and so like Bryan is asleep now.

Anyways, he sent me “dont doubt me” after seeing my tweet, I cried, and I was like just really touched, cuz with that small phrase he said it makes me have so much faith and trust in him immediately. yes, this is exactly what I want. you telling me things, give me validation, every single time. I’m so sorry you have to date such a difficult girl.

Anyways, there was an update, but nothing much happened, so I’m pretty pleased and happy. I’m starting to get impatient cuz I really want something to happen, but if it does, that means it’s bad news and I don’t want that. so I should be glad :)))

CPES test next Tuesday I should get on with studying soon. I’m craving chocolates and its been really long since I ate chocs and I hope I can eat one bar soon :’)

ANYWAYS THIS IS IMPORTANT.

OH YA AND I WANT TO GO WILD WILD WET WITH BRYAN BY AUGUST 31ST. TIME TO SAVE MONEY CANDICE. AND YES CANDICE, ITS TIME TO BUY CONTACTS. YOUR CONTACTS RUNNING OUT OF TIME.

-SAVE $13 FOR WILD WILD WET (ITS $26 BUT I GOT 1 FOR 1 VOUCHER)

-SAVE $12 FRO 2 PAIR OR LUXURY BABE LENS.

- SAVE $40 TO PAY BRIAN SIR FOR PA

- SAVE $10 TO RETURN TO BRYAN BBY

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