#one shot of it bothers me a little but oh well. im done with it. i've done NEOUGH

[billyjoecobra]

this one's for you karamatsu girls and boys

[feenoire]

Thorned Innocence

dark!joel miller x f!reader (one shot)

rating: explicit 18+ minors dni

word count: 4.1k

warnings: DDDNE, non-consensual rough sex, coercion, virginity loss, cunnilingus, substance use and drugging, age difference (19/50).

summary: on christmas eve, everything takes a dark turn when your sister has to leave, leaving you alone with her husband.

a/n: i never planned to write this, but the idea has been stuck in my mind. as a reminder, this is purely fictional, and i do not condone nor romanticize anything like this in real life. if this story is bothering you in any way, please take care of yourself. your well-being is the most important thing <𝟑. this is my first time writing smut btw and i tried my best :) also, im sorry for being inactive lately, everything keeps falling apart. ive been feeling overwhelmed and tired, but im trying to focus on writing because it helps me cope when everything feels out of control. i appreciate your support and patience, it means the world to me. thank you 𐙚

dividers by @strangergraphics

The snow falls softly outside the window, blanketing the ground in a soft, powdery white. It’s Christmas night, and the kitchen is filled with the comfortable glow of warm, dim light. The scent of freshly baked cookies fills the air as you carefully shape the dough into little deer for your sister, Ana, and her husband, Joel.

The cozy crackle of the fire in the living room adds to the peaceful atmosphere. Your heart is full of love and excitement as you can’t wait to share the little deer-shaped cookies with them.

You’ve been living under their roof for a month now, ever since your dad passed away. Your sister insists on it, not wanting you to be alone in your parents’ house, even though you’re nineteen and perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. She can’t bear the thought of you being all alone, even if you’re an adult.

She’s almost like a mother to you, despite the twenty-year age gap. Since you were a baby, she’s been there, always taking care of you to help your dad. Filling the void left by your mother, who passed away giving birth to you. That was until Joel married her when you were ten, and then she left.

Sometimes, it feels like it’s your fault that your mother isn’t here, and as a child, you would wake up in the middle of the night, crying, overwhelmed with guilt. But your sister was always there to calm you, wrapping you in her arm, and reassuring you that it wasn’t your fault. She would remind you that your mother’s love was an act of sacrifice and that you were never to blame. Her soothing words always helped lift the weight from your heart.

You love your sister deeply, and you often feel that the least you can do is show your gratitude in small, meaningful ways. Baking those cookies for her and Joel is your way of expressing how thankful you are for everything they’ve done for you.

“What are you doing, doll?” Ana asks, stepping into the kitchen with a warm smile.

You don’t hear her footsteps, and it’s almost as if she’s purposely creeping up behind you. Startled, you quickly turn around and hide the baked cookies behind your back. “Nothing,” you say, trying to act casual.

“It’s not nothing. I can smell it from upstairs. Move!” she says with a playful laugh, gently nudging you aside to peek behind you.

“No!”

Her eyes light up as she spots the deer-shaped cookies. “Oh my god, this is so cute!”

“You’re not supposed to see it now,” you say, a hint of disappointment in your voice as you cross your arms, a small pout forming on your lips.

“Well, I already saw it. Can I try one?” she asks with a teasing smile, reaching for a cookie.

“It was supposed to be a surprise, and now it’s ruined,” you reply, trying to hide a smile.

“Wait… you made this for me?”

You bow your head, trying to hide your rosy cheeks, and bite your lip before speaking softly, “Yeah… I made this for you and Joel.” Your voice is quiet, almost shy.

“You’re too sweet,” she says, her voice filled with affection. She looks at you with an expression full of love. “You didn’t have to do this, but it means so much.”

“I wanted to,” you say softly. “It’s the least I can do… for everything you’ve done for me.”

She smiles warmly and pulls you into a hug. You always love the feeling of being wrapped in her arms—it’s a warmth that feels like coming home.

“I love you, doll.”

You smile, your voice barely above a whisper as you try not to get too emotional, “I love you, too.”

“For god’s sake, just try the cookies,” you say with a playful laugh as you gently push her away, your cheeks still warm.

“Fine,” she says, grabbing one of the warm cookies and taking a bite, then she grins. “This is amazing! You really outdid yourself.”

“Really? Thanks,” your cheeks turning a little pink under her praise.

Too caught up in the moment, you don’t realize Joel has been standing in the kitchen doorway, watching the two of you all this time. It isn’t until he coughs that you notice him, his brown eyes fixed on you.

“Honey, come over here and try the cookie she made!” Ana says excitedly. “She baked these just for us.”

“Really? Reckon it’s alright if I try one, sweetheart?” Joel asks you, his voice deep with a slow southern drawl.

“Yeah, actually they’re for both of you,” you say, smiling shyly.

Joel steps closer, his hand reaching for a cookie, the other gently resting on your waist as he stands behind you a little too long. The touch lingers for a moment before he pulls back, but you remain lost in the warmth of the moment with your sister, not noticing.

Joel looks at you and speaks, “You really know how to make somethin’ special.”

You look up at him, unaware that there’s more behind his words, something unspoken. “Thanks, Joel. It’s supposed to be eaten with cold milk to taste even better.”

You cannot help but miss your dad so much. But as you stand there, surrounded by your sister’s laughter, and Joel’s quiet presence, you find comfort. It feels like the warmth of family, a sense of belonging that you’ve longed for.

The sound of the phone ringing fills the room, breaking the peaceful moment. Ana reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone, glancing at the screen before answering. “Hello?”

Her facial expression shifts, her smile fading into something more urgent. Eyes widening slightly, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

“What is it?” Joel asks.

You kneel on the couch in the quiet living room, your chin resting on your crossed arms which you fold over the backrest. Watching your sister’s car grow smaller in the distance until it finally vanishes behind the thin lace curtains.

Meanwhile, Joel watches quietly from behind, secretly enjoying the sight of you at that moment, a twisted smirk slowly forming on his lips. His thoughts drifts, imagining the feel of the silken skin of your back and waist beneath his touch, savoring the vulnerability of your posture on the couch.

“Sweetheart,” he calls for you.

You turn around and sit down, looking up at him. He can see the tears shimmer in your eyes, threatening to fall, while your soft lips slightly pouty.

“She’ll probably be back ‘fore you even wake up,” Joel says gently as he tries to soothe you.

“I know, but it’s Christmas Eve,” you speak softly. “Why couldn’t they have called another doctor instead of her?”

“Most of ‘em are probably outta town now.”

Ana suddenly had to rush to the hospital after hearing about a car accident in the local town. Joel wanted to drive her, but she firmly urged him to stay behind, telling him that she didn’t want you to be left alone on such a night. As the door closed behind her, Joel couldn’t help but feel a dark sense of satisfaction being alone with you.

“You don’t have to be sad, I’m here, little girl,” he whispers softly. Joel slides his hand gently along your soft thigh as he kneels before you. You’re so beautiful up close, like a delicate porcelain doll—fragile, with a vision of innocence.

You smile softly, sadness in your eyes. “Thank you, Joel,” you whisper, and wrap your arms around him.

The feeling of your body pressed against his sends a shiver down his spine and stirs undeniable arousal within him. His pulse quickens and he aches for more, so he holds you tighter.

It’s not just desire—it’s a need, dark, and uncontrollable.

Joel had always seen you as his wife’s little sister. He’d watched you grow up from a distance, never once thinking of you in any way other than family, you were just a kid in his eyes—until you moved in with them.

You’ve grown up and blossomed into a lovely young woman. You’re beautiful in a way that feels dangerous, almost too much to bear, and it unsettles him. You’re still shy, still that quiet little girl, but there’s something new there, something he can’t look away from.

You’ve been consuming his thoughts for the last four weeks, invading his mind, even in his sleep. To him, you are both salvation and damnation.

Joel takes a deep breath, reluctantly pulling away. His big hands gently cradle your warm cheeks as he looks into your eyes. “How ‘bout we watch somethin’ you love? Got a go-to Christmas movie?”

“Edward Scissorhands?”

He chuckles, shaking his head with a playful grin. “That ain’t a Christmas movie, sweetheart.”

“Yes, it is!”

“I don’t know ‘bout that,” he says. “But if you wanna watch it, I’m all for it.”

The rosy smile returns to your face as you nod. “Okay.”

“Alright, c’mon.”

“I’m gonna put all the cookies in the jar first. Wait for me?”

Joel sits on the couch, remote in hand, pretending to focus on the screen, but his eyes dart to the doorway every few seconds. He hears your footsteps before he sees you, and his heart flutters. You walk in, holding a small bowl of the deer-shaped cookies.

His eyes trace every inch of you, and you’re utterly unaware of it. He loves the way your lips curve, the innocent tilt of your head, your eyes blinking, like a shy little creature who doesn’t even know how dangerous it is to be this close to him.

You place the bowl on the coffee table, and you settle beside him, close enough that he can feel the warmth of your body.

As time passes, Joel’s attention drifts away from the movie. Instead, it’s entirely on you. The way your smile lights up as you watch Kim dancing in the snowfall while Edward carves an angelic ice sculpture of her. The lace-trimmed strap of your top slips from your shoulders, revealing the gentle curve of your collar bones, which move rhythmically with each breath. Your leg brushes against his, sending a wave of heat through him.

Joel shifts uncomfortably. His hand moves, adjusting the growing tension in his jeans, and he pretends to cough.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” he mutters. “Wait here.”

He leaves the room without looking at you, and all he hears is the faint sound of your soft voice saying, “Okay.”

Instead of heading to the bathroom, Joel makes his way to the kitchen. He takes a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, and takes a long swig straight from the bottle, savoring the burn.

Convincing himself that this is something he must do, he steadies his breath. There you are, oblivious, sitting innocently on the couch. Tonight, he has you all to himself, and he’s not about to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

Joel makes two cups of hot cocoa, the steam rising from the mugs. Then, he reaches into his back pocket, pulls out a bottle of Rohypnol, and crushes a pill between his fingers. He stirs the powder into your Peter Rabbit mug.

Again, he adjusts the growing tent in his jeans, the dark thrill of what he plans to do with you tonight coursing through him. A low groan escapes his lips at the sensation. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself before he grabs the mugs and heads back to the living room.

“Here, sweetheart, drink this.”

You happily take the mug from him, unaware of the danger hidden within. “Thanks, Joel!” You take a sip of the warm drink.

He returns to your side, his hand squeezes your thigh lightly. “Do you like it?” he asks with a hint of a smirk.

“Hmm, let’s try it with the cookie,” you say cheerfully, grabbing one for yourself and one for Joel, you smile innocent and unaware.

In twenty minutes’ time, he sees your eyes blinking slowly, the sleepiness overtaking you. The mug is empty in your hands.

A cruel smirk forms on his lips as he watches you in your vulnerable state. “C’mon, little girl, let’s go to your room.”

With unsettling calmness, he gently lifts your weak body, cradling you in his arms. He walks down the hall to your bedroom in the stillness of the cold night.

Your room feels dreamy and cozy, with its dim, soft, and golden light. There’s a bed with ruffled bedding, an antique wooden mirror, some pretty flowers on the dresser, and a porcelain doll sitting on your bed.

The chamber is delicate, reflecting you, Joel thinks.

He lays you down on your bed. His gaze, dark and predatory, moves over your smaller body, taking in every detail, memorizing the way you look beneath him—so beautiful and perfect.

Joel never wanted anything the way he wants you. You’ve awakened something within him—something dark and primal—that he never knew existed. It’s like a hunger that cannot be ignored, a need that must be fulfilled, or he’ll die.

He leans in, your breath warm against his skin.

“Joel,” you whisper, your drooping eyes locking with his.

Joel slowly but firmly crushes his lips against yours. He groans as he tastes the sweetness of your lips for the first time.

You begin to move beneath him in an attempt to get away, but it’s no use. He observes you struggling weakly, darkly pleased.

His kiss loses its tenderness and becomes rough and desperate. A soft whimper escapes your lips, and God, he loves that sound.

With merciless force, he pushes his tongue past your delicate lips, tasting and exploring while leaving a trail of moisture behind. The taste of you drives him wild, his grip tightens on your body.

“No…”

“It’s alright, little girl. It’s just me,” he says, his voice deep and strained with arousal.

Joel trails his lips down your neck. When he reaches the fluttering pulse at your throat, his teeth graze your flesh before he bites down, but not enough to leave a mark. Then, his tongue moves slowly, wetly, tasting your skin.

After a while, his hands move with deliberate care as he begins to undress you from your sleepwear.

Joel’s breath catches in his throat. You’re exquisite, every inch of you more perfect than he imagines. His eyes roam over your naked form, drinking in every detail. The curve of your soft breasts rises and falls with each breath.

“So pretty.”

He squeezes your breasts with his large hands and roughly sucks on your nipples, as though trying to coax something out. All the while, he ruts his hard cock against you.

The weak pressure of your hands against his shoulders and your soft whimpers, makes him groan. He can feel his cock throbbing painfully hard, pulsing beneath his jeans at the sensation.

“Joel… please.”

He leans back, pulling your nipple with him before releasing it with a soft pop, leaving trails of drool behind.

“You want more? Is that why you’re cryin’?”

He gently pushes your hair away from your tear-streaked face and he presses his lips against your damp cheeks, tasting the salt of your tears.

Then, he slowly removes your white ruched lace panties, noticing the dampness at the center. He laughs as he runs his fingers over the fabric before slipping them into his pocket.

You weakly try to close your knees, but Joel presses his fingers sharply into your skin, forcing them open. The pain makes you cry out, tears falling from your eyes.

“Pathetic,” he mutters under his breath.

Joel lets out a low groan at the sight of your little pussy. It’s glistening and swollen, and he knows that when he thrusts his massive cock inside, it will be searingly hot and impossibly tight.

“Well, look at that, such a pretty pussy, little girl,” he murmurs, his voice filled with disbelief and hunger. “And you’ve been keepin’ this from me?”

He uses his fingers to spread your folds, admiring the swollen little clit hidden beneath. It’s pulsing and gleaming in the dim light, soaking his finger.

Joel starts rubbing your swollen clit, and it doesn’t take long for you to become more wet and needy. Your tight hole clenches rhythmically around nothing as he rubs you faster, he savors the sight of it and your helpless cries.

“Jesus, baby, you’re soaking wet,” he chuckles darkly. “Ain’t nobody ever touched this sweet little pussy before, huh? So fuckin’ needy.”

“Stop,” you say breathlessly.

“Need to get my mouth on you.”

Captivated by the sight of your little cunt drooling all over your thighs, he pulls his finger away. You gasp and wail as he starts using his mouth and noisily slurping at your wet cunt.

It’s rare that he gets the chance to taste such a beautiful, untouched little pussy. And he’s going to savor every second of it.

He greedily laps at your wetness, pushing his tongue into your slit before assaulting your clit with hard and relentless strokes. Then, he lowers his face, pressing his nose into your clit as his tongue delves deeply into your core, forcing you open. His movements are wild, drilling through your cunt and pushing against your walls as his fingers painfully sink into your thighs.

He groans against you, swallowing all the sweet juice pouring from you, like a fountain of youth. “How the hell you taste this good, little girl?” he growls.

After a while, you’re trembling in his grip. Your sobs and pleas fill his ears as you weakly kick your feet against his back, your hands unable to move, futilely tugging at his salt-and-pepper hair as you cum. Your juices flooded his mouth and soaking the sheets beneath you.

“That’s my good girl.”

He feels the wetness of his precum staining his jeans, a growl escaping him as he quickly undoes his belt and takes off his pants to free his aching cock, desperate for release.

He retrieves his phone from his jeans pocket, presses record, and sets it on your bedside table, carefully angling it to capture every raw detail of the two of you before he begins.

Joel knows it’s going to hurt—his cock is massive, thick veins throbbing beneath the thin skin.

He ruts his hips against yours, his bulbous tip gathering your slickness along his hard cock. A soft whimper escapes your lips each time he brushes against your clit.

“So sensitive.”

Joel wraps the base of his girthy cock with one hand, the other finding your hip, holding you still as he lines his cock with your tiny hole and split you in half.

You whimper as you struggle with the overwhelming stretch of just the tip pressing past your entrance and start squirming. “Hurts!”

An animalistic groan escapes his lips as your pussy swallows his angry, red tip with a wet squelch and a tense pulse, stretching you open.

“You’re so goddamn tight, little girl. Fuckin’ made for me,” he grits his teeth, barely holding back.

“Hurts… stop.”

Your pretty face is flushed and streaked with tears as he watches you, lips red and swollen, whimpering in pain. He enjoys the way your face is contorted. “Be quiet, little girl.”

Joel inches his cock deeper, the earlier strokes of his tongue doing little to ease the intense stretch of your cunt around him. Patience wearing thin, he roughly forces his cock inside you in one go, nudging against your cervix, making you moan in pain.

Desire clouds his mind, blinding him to your well-being.

Your moan turns into a broken hiccup, followed by a soft sob as Joel starts to pound into your tight hole with a ruthless, brutal force.

“Joel, hurts,” you cry, your hands desperately clawing at his chest, muscles weak and useless.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, little girl,” he moans from the pleasure, his grip on your hips tightening. “Takin’ all of my cock so well. Such a good girl.”

Joel is in heaven. His eyes are closed as he focuses on the sensation of your hot, wet cunt wrapping tightly around his massive cock, his lips muttering incoherent praises for how perfect you feel. He moves faster and rougher, slamming into your little pussy with pure force, like a man possessed. “Perfect little cunt, all fuckin’ mine.”

“No, please, s-stop…”

Ignoring your pain and cries for him to stop, he continues to pound into you relentlessly, pushing you further beyond your limits. “I’m sorry, baby… it feels too good to stop.”

His darkened eyes trace every inch of you, your skin slick with sweat despite the cold weather. Your breasts bounce with each brutal trust, and his gaze locks on his cock buried deep in your swollen, red lips. The slick, blood-coated friction as he slides in and out of you fills the room with a sickening, lewd squelch, sending a shiver through him as his eyes flutter shut in dark pleasure, he lets out a low snarl.

“Look at that, little girl, we were made for each other,” his voice low and strained.

Your breath grows ragged, choking on sobs and moans, yet your back arches and hips lift, instinctively chasing his cock, your body betraying every shred of resistance.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Joel grins with dark satisfaction at the reaction he’s coaxed out of you. “Look at her, baby, drippin’ like a faucet, can’t even control herself.”

He bites back a groan, his hand sliding to your lower stomach, feeling the thick bulge of his cock pressing against his calloused palm with every deep, punishing thrust, each one slamming into your cervix with merciless force.

A warmth builds in your stomach. He grunts and curses under his breath, feeling your pussy clamping down on him, the tightness driving him wild as your body trembling as you near the edge.

“My little girl wanna cum?” he whispers in your ear, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. “C’mon, baby, cum for me.”

“Joel,” you cry.

“I know, baby,” he grunts. “I know.”

Your body quivers, eyes half-lidded as they lock with his, mouth falls open, letting out a choked moan. He relentlessly pounds into your cunt, you squeeze tightly around him, your clit twitching and pulsing. He drives you to the edge, forcing you to squirt. The hot, slick release splashed against his abdomen and thighs.

“God damn!” he growls. “Oh, that’s it, baby… good girl.”

Joel kisses you deeply. A sense of pride and bliss fills him, knowing he’s able to make you squirt on your first time.

Still rock-hard, he keeps thrusting into you after your orgasm fades, consumed by the insatiable spell you have on him. Your pussy is like a drug to him, better than anyone Joel’s ever had.

You become a crying, trembling mess beneath him, overstimulated and shaking uncontrollably, unable to endure the overwhelming thrusts.

“T-too much.”

“I ain’t fuckin’ done with you yet,” he growls into your mouth. “You’ll take every damn second I give ya, and you’ll be beggin’ before I even think ‘bout stoppin’.”

Joel pulls out sharply, slapping your swollen pussy hard, making you squeak and whimper. He manhandles you, spinning your body around and pushing your face into the pillow. He grunts loudly as he enters you again, sliding deep before his grip tightens around your waist, each thrust more brutal and faster, chasing his own release.

His chest is flush to your back. He breathes in the floral scent of your skin, his nose grazing your neck as his thrusts lose their rhythm, becoming messy and desperate.

Your walls pulse and squeeze around him once more, desperately trying to milk him dry. “Don’t worry, little girl. Gonna pump you full of my cum.”

He feels lightheaded, chest heaving with each breath, sweat glazing his skin.

The sound of your muffled moans makes his cock twitch deep inside, pushing him closer to the edge. His body quivers as the pressure inside him peaks. With a final, punishing trust, a deep, guttural whimper escapes his throat as he cums deep inside you, painting your walls with a creamy, thick white, filling you to the brim.

Your nails faintly claw at his arm, your body quivering beneath him, as your orgasm washes over you for the third time, leaving you whimpering. His heat and wetness blend with yours as he holds you close.

“You’re all mine now, baby,” he growls softly. “I’ll make sure you feel every inch of me again.”

The pill he gave you will leave you with no memory of what he does. He honestly cannot wait to collect his own personal porn collection of you next time his wife leaves the house again.

[reidmania]

The lack of fics for Derek is criminal. I lovedddd unprofessional !!!

MIDNIGHT SNACK | derek morgan

summary; Derek can’t forget the pretty bartender he met while working a case and comes back to ask her out!

warnings; drinking, mentions of kidnapping and murder, (about a case) normal cm stuff, flirting, their banter is adorable, bartender!reader, references bar owner reader as well… Fem!reader

an; this was so fun to write, also spencer in the ‘id rather take my whiskey neatttttt’ trend had me on my knees so i referenced it in him ordering a whiskey neat LMAO

The room was lit by ambiance lighting, warm tones but not too bright, keeping the atmosphere warm and light hearted without being overwhelming. The bar was busy but not to the point of a rush.

It was nice.

You stood behind the bar, shaking up a cocktail for a customer humming the lyrics to the song playing over the speaker quietly, just loud enough for subtle background noise without being overbearing in anyway.

You poured the drink handing it to the customer who thanked you before turning away. You slid slightly over looking up to serve whoever was next.

Two men stood there, you smiled widely as you retired your hair. “What can I get you?” You asked looking between them, your voice was just loud enough to hear over the music.

Your eyes lingered on one male a moment longer than the other. You waited for their reply but instead of being met with drink requests, they both pulled out badges.

“Im agent dr Reid.” The first said, he looked a little nerdy and had glasses perched up on his nose as he seemed slightly overwhelmed by the atmosphere. “Im Derek Morgan.” The other said, offering you a hand.

You smiled as you reached over to shake his hand — despite the heavy confusion. “Is that just Derek Morgan or Agent?” You asked, squinting your eyes slightly — you didn’t mean for it to come off as flirty as it sounded.

Derek chuckled, “I am an Agent but you can call me whatever you want.” He mirrored your tone making your cheeks flush slightly.

You shook your head, looking between them. “What do I owe the pleasure of the FBI?” You asked. You were almost certain you hadn’t done anything illegal.

“The pleasure is ou-“ Derek was cut off by Spencer nudging him with his elbow. “We are here about someone who presumably came in three days ago, do you recognise this guy?” Spencer asked, pulling out a photo.

You looked down at it with furrowed eyebrows before your eyes widened. “Oh yeah he ordered like twenty shots, had to get him kicked out cause a girl came up saying he was creeping her out. We don’t tolerate creepy men here” You rambled slightly.

“Do you remember what the girl looked like?” Derek asked, looking over at Spencer for a moment. You nodded your head as you recalled the memory from a few days ago clear as day.

“Yeah she was stunning, long dark hair, beautiful blue eyes,. She was probably around my height I think — why? Is she okay?” You asked, slightly panicked.

“Shes missing and we think this is our guy.” Derek explained, your lips parted in shock as your eyes widened. “Oh my gosh” Fell quietly from your lips.

“Do you have cameras in here?” Spencer asked, you were quick to nod your head. “Yeah we have them everywhere — hold on” You called over you coworker to take over the bar before leading them into the back room to go over the camera footage.

“Thanks for this” Derek smiled at you as Spencer sat down in the chair, going back a few days. You didn’t bother questioning how or why he knew exactly how to do so.

“She left with a group of her friends, I thought everything was okay. She wasn’t very drunk at all..” You recalled, feeling a tad bit of guilt wandering through your blood stream.

“It’s alright. We think he was waiting for her. Its not on you, you did exactly what you were supposed to do” Derek said as Spencer paused on a clip.

“Can I get you guys anything while you work? A drink or something — its on the house” You offered.

Derek smiled, “How good at you at making drinks?” He asked, tilting his head.

You felt your cheeks flush, feeling burning hot under his fixated gaze on your face. “Im the best there is” You may of hyped yourself up a little but you were pretty good.

“Ill take a whiskey neat” Spencer said, looking over his shoulder at you. “Please” He added.

“One whiskey neat, and you?” You asked, looking at Derek. He grinned at you. You tried not to let the nerves of having FBI agents going through all your camera footage scare you to the point of insanity but it was a little difficult.

“Make me your favourite.” Derek said. You laughed as you thought about it, shaking your head. “I don’t know if you’ll like it” You said, knowing it was a more fruity drink and he didn’t look like the type of guy who would drink it.

“Im sure Ill like anything you make” He threw in a wink that only made your cheeks redden. “Alright, a whiskey neat, and a my favourite.” You pointed between them as you listened their drinks.

“Thank you” Spencer called from where he was sitting, gaze fixated on the clip.

“Thanks beautiful” Derek smiled, you smiled back before turning on your heels to go make them their drinks.

A week passed and you hadn’t been able to get the silly little FBI agent out of your mind. He was super appreciative of the drink and made a few flirty comments here and there before you returned to work while they watched through the footage, before long they were leaving, and he was waving goodbye.

You were closing, the only person left in the bar since you had sent the rest of the workers home early — it wasn’t busy and it wasn’t overly messy, nothing you couldn’t handle yourself.

You were putting bottles of alcohol away when the door let out in chim, making you turn around. “We’re closed!!” You called before your eyes landed on the man leaning opposite you on the bar. “Oh hi!” You smiled.

He smiled back. “Hi. Sorry to come in late, just finished up” He said, fingertip grazing back and fourth over the edge of the bar table.

“Its okay, How is she? Is she alright?” You asked, the case hadn’t left your mind since you heard about it. “Can I get you something?” You offered.

He nodded, “Shes safe, he is locked up.” He recalled the case for you. “And yeah, a whatever you made me last time please gorgeous” He asked.

You nodded your head — almost shocked you found yourself giving him drinks after you most definitely were closed, the till was already closed but you decided you would pay it back in the morning.

You poured his drink, before sliding it over to him. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this all week, best drink Ive had in — forever” Derek said as he took a sip.

You smiled, “Its just a stawberry margarita.” You laughed gently, shaking your head as you began re-cleaning up.

“The drink isnt the only thing I havent been able to stop thinking about” He muttered, his heavy gaze fixated on you. You chewed at your lip.

There was something so.. special about this moment. It made its way into your stomach through your chest leaving a mark.

“Really?” You asked, trying to maintain the half flirt in your voice but it only wavered slightly. You tilted your head slightly as your eyes trailed over his features — you knew he was pretty before but something about the way he was looking at you under the tinted lighting of the bar sitting there in a fbi jacket he looked — too— pretty, to the point in was making your heart hurt as its beating grew rough against your ribcage.

“Really.” He confirmed, mirroring the tilt of your head as his eyes studied your own features, noticing every curve of your lip, nose, the way your eyes squinted, the smile lines that adorned your cheeks in a way he found so lovely — because it meant you smiled a lot, and he adored the idea of that. He cleared his throat, “Theres also this really pretty bartender, I just haven’t been able to stop thinking about” He sighed out dramatically.

Your cheeks flushed, “Oh I’m sure that would be very difficult for you” You say with faux empathy, a smile dragged your lips upwards. He smiled back. “I knew you would understand” He muttered shaking his head with false sadness.

You chuckled softly, as your hands continued working to clean up the bar for the night. You were glad you had made the decision to send the other workers home knowing they would probably be standing in the corner gossiping about this very interaction you were having.

Derek bit his lip, “So anyways.. I just couldn’t stand it anymore, she is a very distracting thought — just so you know” He continued on talking about who you were 99% sure was yourself in third person, the smile on your lips remained as you nodded your head, playing along.

“Oh yeah, Im sure that would be horrible when you are doing all your important FBI business” You hummed, smiling at the way he smiled at you.

“Exactly— So i figured I just had to come back to ask her out” He said, sighing out as if it was a serious issue. Your cheeks rose as your smile widened. You placed the tray of glasses down under the sink, before standing up straight, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well of course — thats obviously the only very logical thing to do” You smiled. You couldn’t remember the last time you had banter with someone like this.

He grinned, pearly white teeth on display and god he had just a pretty smile. “Exactly.” He nodded, “So I was wondering if i could please take you to dinner when you get done, or else im not sure how else to handle this distraction thing you have caused” He sighed out.

You breath caught in your throat briefly at his question, he was asking you out. The sexy FBI agent was sitting across from you, after you worked 11 hours and probably looked and mess and was asking you out. “Its 11pm” You muttered as you looked at the clock on the wall behind. It wasn’t rejection in any form — as if you would reject him. “That is a late dinner” You raised your eyebrow slightly.

He shrugged his shoulders softly, “Okay then, How about I take you to a fancy place for a midnight snack” He winked, changing his idea in order to convince you, not that you needed much convincing in any way.

You hummed endearingly, “What fancy places are open at midnight?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean against the opposite side of the bar. You knew in the end you were going to say yes, you just wanted to drag it out a little tiny bit more, keep him on his toes.

“Many, theres two open right now down the road. I checked earlier.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he openly admitted how much he wanted this, he had googled places that would be open late before even asking you.

You grinned widely, “Okay. Ill go out with you”

[fictionfixations]

tamashina-mina event (aka the sunset savanna jp event)

so anyway because i cant read jp (the translated vid is in parts so thats why im posting multiple links)

leona brushes it off but

so LISTEN. The chamberlain whatever his name is isn't happy with Leona for not putting his intelligence to help the country

but when he DOES provide an idea (aka actually mining the mineral resources) its shrugged off because they're all for being with nature

so what im understanding is leona is proposing to actually make use of what the land has to, yes, make a profit, but also it could help with all loads of things? like spreading water to be a little more easily obtainable once having the funds to idk throw away money for the good of the people (i mean. they're already rich aren't they? i don't really get it but also the world runs on money. i dont know if there are any benefits to it just sitting there, or if there are cons to digging them out or not but leona seems very passionate about it.)

but so its like this then

where if its not modernized then people will just. not live modernized. and i get that ig, wanting to live with nature (well not really but i mean its all down to preference isnt it? which im not an outdoor person so uh)

maybe it'll make more sense in the EN version (whenever it comes). or maybe i need someone to dumb it down to me like im 5.

but anyway you see my point right?? Leona provides an idea (is very invested in it) that goes to the good of the kingdom (making more profit but its also like they dont have to mine ALL of it he at least just wants them to make use of it at least instead of not even touching it)

and then it gets shot down because. basically. tradition. ???

anyway heres my idea: if someone like Ruggie Bucchi can exist (i mean as in someone born in a poor environment) in the Sunset Savanna, then clearly there can still be something done to keep people healthy and in comfortable situations without compromising idk the beauty of also being able to live with nature at the same time? to help make it a bit more convenient in the process at least? (like there could be a system that brings them water, but it could still be in a well so they can still do that process by hand, there will just be more water so they dont have to worry about idk running out? i dont know how wells work but i imagine they can run out eventually)

and if anyones like 'oh but we wont make a profit' then propose ANOTHER way we can make big income. aka MINING the MINERAL resources so it could be like nothing even changed or that we might be even making more than we usually are (but also probably supervised so they cant take advantage and just i mean get rid of the entirety of it? cause. its.. important right? so some but not all.)

maybe i just dont understand this, maybe im biased towards leona who knows, but i kind of also feel like its dumb to just brush it off. and i mean who knows maybe hes proposed it many times before, maybe hes shown them so many ideas and proofs and proposals related but they mightve been flawed in some way i dont know and thats why they refuse. who knows. it just rubs me the wrong way

its also kind of related to people brushing off leona just as being lazy and stuff like that (also did you know he only failed ONE year? he joined NRC a year late) but leona isnt really doing anything to try to change peoples perceptions of him because 'thats what they think of me, why should i bother?' like people hating on him for being [something something] compared to falena so then just. takes that in and is like 'okay so people think of me this way. if thats how they view me, then whatever.' hes still very competitive and all that stuff but theres also apathy in 'people will think whatever they want of me, why should i even try to change it?' (and hes probably heard all kinds of things at a young age that really stuck with him and shaped who he was. which goes from being really hurt by it to not even caring about peoples opinions anymore. dont get me wrong it can still affect him because the part of him that got hurt by it the first time is still there but yknow)

but so then the chamberlain is like 'why dont you use your smarts for the country'

and leonas just like

THEN SAY SOMETHING TO MAKE HIM NOT SAY SUCH THINGS??? (you knew him as a kid surely you could do something) like. theres. just. such an utter lack of trying to convince him otherwise. and i guess to him it would sound so fake so he might not be convinced at all. but then if you stop trying at all then he'll think that he was right in what he thought people thought of him and wont try to correct anyone. or in fact will correct anyone if they think positively of him.

i mean theres also not wanting to say it in front of other people. but. listen. if youre afraid of what the people think then it will affect the other negatively.

like for example if you try not to do lovey-dovey stuff in public then your lover will naturally feel like youre just trying to hide them away. or that you might feel ashamed.

so if the chamberlain tries to convince him when they're in private but in public he doesnt. then you can see what kind of conclusion leona would come to, right?

its kind of a tough situation because i honestly dont know what youd do in that situation. its just. i feel like they could communicate better. that there could be things to be done and it just frustrates me.

yes he does go on to say that leona is strong

and that he believes in him basically but

it just. doesnt feel like enough. and it could definitely be on leona for also not being willing to listen so hh. and i also get the chamberlain has a lot of responsibility so he cant just be there all the time and everything hfeuishfdi

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Hatori Sohma X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3387

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Request: Plssss more one shots for hatori I’ll pay and everything im begging😞 AND I can’t even remember if I put in a request already but can you do another hatori x reader :)

Warning: More angsty then my previous works, kinda happy ending, spoliers for Hatori's backstory

Willing to write a part 2 for this one if anyone is interested.

You were only young when you met Hatori, you remember the small smile that he had returned your wave with, you were both too small to realise then but your friendship would be tested in more ways than one. You grew close quickly and even with Shigure and Ayame inserting themselves into your little group when you started middle school, you were still almost inseparable.

“Hatori!” You called as you walked into the student council room, a smile bright on your face as you waved. Having been friends with him for so long now, you’d learned of the curse that followed his family and tried your hardest to stop others from triggering it and stop yourself from triggering it as well. “What are you doing here?” He asked, watching you sit in the seat next to him with a smile. “I knew that you’d hide yourself in here, I know you’ve got a lot of work to do since Ayame’s not going to do it,” You mumbled as you pulled out a small bento box from your bag. “You need to eat though.” “Oh, I wasn’t expecting anyone to realise that I was gone.” He said softly as he took the box from you, placing it on the other side of him so that he could easily swap from writing to eating. “Is there something else?” “No, I’ll just stay here. I have some work to do as well. It's quiet here so it’ll be easier to work.” You explained as you pulled out some homework that he had more than likely finished. “You should have done that already…” He sighed as he glanced at the work that you had laid out. “I know, I just don’t understand it… so I’ve been avoiding it.” You shrugged looking at the papers as if hoping that it was spontaneously stick in your head. “You should have said something, I can help you with this.” He said as he turned away from the work that he had been doing. “No you have your own work to be doing, I can figure this out on my own.” You mumbled “I didn’t mean to bother you.” “You could never bother me, I’ll teach you the basic concept again, and while you do the first half of the worksheet I’ll keep working on this.” He explained and you looked at him and nodded. “Okay, as long as you let me know if I can help you as well.” You ordered and he nodded.

The first time that you were really tested was the day that your parents told you that you were moving, you wanted nothing more than to stay but there was no way to make it work no matter how you looked at it. You hadn’t actually planned to tell Hatori when you did, you had been sitting in the park near your house after talking to your parents, you were trying to figure out how you were going to tell him. It seemed the universe was ready for you to tell him because he took a seat next to you. “You look upset.” Was all he said, you bit your bottom lip, eyes trained on the floor as you tried to find the words to explain everything. “I am upset.” You finally answered, you hoped that voicing your feelings on the matter before explaining it to him would help preserve the friendship that you had. “Why?” He asked. “My parents want to move.” Again putting the blame on someone else so that he wouldn’t be angry at you. “Out of town?” Hatori asked. “Yeah.” You answered, as if saying it out loud called on more tears, they poured down your face as you pulled your knees up to face wrapping your arms around the back of your thighs. “They won’t let you stay?” He asked. “There’s nowhere for me to stay, I don’t have any other family here.” You shrugged and you heard him sigh as he moved, you expected that he was going to leave you there, go home and leave you to your own sadness but instead you felt him gently pull your legs down. “Then I will wait for you.” He promised. “Wait for me?” You asked. “You plan on coming back right?” He asked. “Of course.” You answered. “Then I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes.” He answered. “And I will do whatever it takes to get back here.” You promised.

You talked everyday for the next 4 years, as you tried to make the best of a bad situation, as you got older you knew that the promise to wait for you was one made by two children and you never expected him to honour it but when you found your way back to town and found that he was about to get married and have a child you realised how much you wished that he would.

“They look happy.” You said softly as you stood with Shigure. “He’s missed you.” Shigure said and you looked at him and shrugged. “Doesn’t mean that he’s not happy.” You said as you looked back at them. “She’s pretty, I shouldn’t ruin this for him.” “Ruin something?” Shigure frowned. “You wouldn’t ruin anything. He’s been waiting for the day that you come back here.” Shigure said. “We both know that I can’t turn off these feelings, it’s the reason I promised to come back, I hoped that absence would make the heart grow fonder. Instead I pushed him towards someone else, my decision, my consequences.” You mumbled. “You really should stay and talk to him.” Shigure suggested, you shrugged. “Maybe.” You answered before turning away, you still had others that you wanted to visit, you only had a couple of days.

As time went on it became harder and harder for you to actually go and see him, everytime that you saw him he was with her and he was happy, you didn’t want to ruin something good for him, you would much rather that he were happy then confused or torn, so on your last day you decided that you just wouldn’t go and see him. Like always Hatori had a way of messing up any plan that you’ve ever made, this time he seemed to find you sitting at a table in a coffee shop “Were you ever going to come and see me?” He asked. “You seemed busy.” You answered, honestly you didn’t sound bitter or angry about it, just a little sad. “Didn’t want to bother you.” “I’ve told you this before… You are never a bother.” He explained. “You seem to have other priorities, I shouldn’t distract you from them, I’m glad you look happy.” You explained. “You don’t sound very happy.” He observed and you looked at him for a second and shrugged. “I still can’t stay, the place I had lined up fell through so I’ll have to leave again in a few days.” You answered, covering up your mood with a lie, you had declined the place after seeing them together, you weren’t sure that you were going to be able to live with it, at least not at the moment, you needed more time to get used to it. “There’s nowhere else?” He asked. “Not at the moment, I asked the agent to give me a call if something else came up.” You answered. “Why would you avoid me all this time if you knew that?” He asked. “You looked happy.” you answered. “What does that have to do with anything?” He asked. “I’m happy for you.” You said softly “but I can’t be happy with you.” “What are you talking about?” He asked. “There was a reason that I promised to come back here, I thought… It doesn't matter what I thought, just know that I’m happy for you and I hope that I will be brave enough to meet her one day.” “Wait! What does that mean?” He asked as you started to stand. “It doesn’t matter, just enjoy what you have, okay? Promise?” You smiled and this was the first time that he had seen your smile since you had come back, the same as he remembered, though it didn’t meet your eyes almost there, it would fool anyone who hadn’t known you since you were young. “I promise.” He finally said and that was where he saw it, the smile that could have fooled him if he weren’t part of the conversation. “Good.” you nodded before turning and walking away from him. The second test one you both failed.

From there on the messages stopped and you were only ever back for special events like Ayame opening his new shop or Shigure’s success in writing. You remembered the night that you got the message from Shigure that something terrible had happened, he didn’t tell you what it was just that they needed you to come back to help Hatori. When you got there, you had no indication of what happened, Shigure met you and took you back to the house where Hatori must have been. “What happened?” You asked. “It’s better that he tells you.” Shigure answered. “A lot has happened since your last visit.” “Bad things I assume?” You asked, Shigure only hummed in confirmation. When you made it back to the house Ayame was there. “I was worried that you wouldn’t come.” Ayame sighed “he really needs you right now, you were always able to talk to him when he didn’t want to talk to anyone else.” “I can try but a lot has changed.” You took a deep breath. “The fact that you're here means nothing has changed.” Ayame said “we won’t be far if you need us.” “Thanks.” You mumbled before walking into the room. Hatori was a mess that you could tell, he seemed to be looking through everything in the room until his eyes landed on you. “They called you.” He said. “They did.” You nodded. “Why?” He asked. “I don’t know, I guess they thought that I could help, I’m still your friend after all.” You said taking a step forward. “Are you?” He asked. “Am I what?” You asked. “Still my friend? We haven’t spoken in months.” He reminded you. “You don’t get to come here when you think that you are needed and pretend that you did just walk away when things got tough.” “I didn’t walk away with things got tough, walking away was tough, I could have stuck around, told you I loved you and ruined your life.” You explained. “My life is already ruined, if you loved me you would have been here!” He didn’t yell but his tone was harsh and should have left no room for argument but you weren’t going to leave it that way. “You don’t get to blame this on me, you were the one who broke the promise first, you said that you were going to wait for me and when I came back you had moved on! I didn’t choose that for you, I’m sorry about whatever happened to you and I’m sorry that I can’t change it but you don’t get to lay that blame at my door.” Your hands curled into fists as you turned to the door. “So you are walking away again?” He asked. “I shouldn’t, I should let you hurt me so badly that I never come back here again but I love you… I’d probably still give you a chance, so I’ll save myself the pain and you the guilt and walk away again.” You answered, opening the door “if you ever feel that I’m worth the time again, Shigure and Ayame will know where to find me.” As you walked out your eyes fell on Ayame and Shigure “I told you things have changed.” Ayame was the first to move, pulling you into a hug as he walked you out.

Shigure stood in the corridor torn between following you out and confronting his friend, in the end he chose to have the fight that you wouldn’t “what was that?” He asked. “She’s better off without me.” Hatori answered. “That’s what you think.” Shigure finally spoke. “That’s what I know.” Hatori argued. “What you know is that you are afraid, scared that it will end the same way that they have with Kana.” Shigure fired back, though the words felt cold and unfeeling they only seemed to make Hatori more angry. “Would you rather she ended up the same as Kana, that she ended up hurt like Kana!?” Hatori asked. “It doesn’t matter what I would rather happen, it’s not my decision to make and it’s not yours either.” Shigure answered. “She reaches out for you even now and you still can’t see it, maybe she is better off without you but she’ll never truly walk away.” “I never asked her to stay.” Hatori grumbled. “No but you made her promise to come back.” Shigure reminded him as he turned to leave “she never broke it.”

You don’t know what gave you the confidence to move back to town but after everything happened you couldn’t settle anywhere but there, eventually getting a job as the school counsellor in the hopes that helping other people with their problems would help you ignore yours. Tohru was the sweet girl who had found her way into your office, her mother had passed away and while she insisted that she is fine, and within the first couple of weeks you doubted it but things have changed recently. “I miss her sometimes.” Tohru finally said. “Do you want to talk about it?” You asked. “I don’t know if there’s anything to talk about, I just think about some of the things that we used to do.” She answered. “As you should.” You smiled “when you lose someone like that, I would be worried if you said that you never thought of her or that you didn’t miss her, it will never feel right that she’s not here but it will get easier.” “You sound like your talking from experience.” Tohru muttered. “Well-” “Oh! Sorry I didn’t mean to pry I just thought-” “Tohru it’s okay don’t worry, I was talking from experience, though the person that I was speaking of hasn’t passed.” You answered. “That must be hard.” Tohru said softly and you shook your head. “I don’t see him anymore.” You explained. “Things seem to be different with you, you seem happier these past couple of weeks.” “I think I am happier, I have some new friends, I’ve been staying with them Yuki and Kyo Sohma.” “You like being with them?” You asked. “Yeah, they both need help sometimes, Kyo can be a little standoffish and brash but he tries his best not to hurt people and Yuki just needs a friend.” Tohru explained. “Just be careful not to give too much of yourself to someone else,” You warned and she nodded with a small smile as the conversation moved to a lighter topic before the session ended.

It was only a couple of weeks later that Hatori walked into the school, he was looking for Yuki, you had been going back to your office after a meeting and ended up running into him “is there something that I can help you with?” You asked after dodging running into him. “I’m looking for Yuki Sohma.” He answered. “Second floor, 4th room from the left hand staircase.” You answered. “Thank you.” He answered before stepping around you, the little boy following him looked at you for a second he almost seemed like he wanted to say something. “Momoji!” Hatori called, causing the boy to leave before he could say anything, you watched him walk around the corner before continuing to your office where you were surprised to see Shigure sitting on the sofa, not an uncommon occurrence, he tended to sneak in and hide here when he didn’t want to do anything. “I’m fine.” You muttered as you put all of your papers on the table and sat down. “So you saw him then? I was hoping that I would get to you before he did.” He sighed. “He didn’t say anything did he?” “Just asked where Yuki was.” You answered. “Mm.” Shigure hummed. “What are you hiding from this time?” You asked. “Nothing, I came here for you.” Shigure answered, “You're still my friend even if we don’t meet the same way that we used to.” “Thank you for checking up on me, you don’t need to do that.” You finally said, he just waves you off.

Months after that meeting with Hatori, everything settled back into the normal routine, work was simple and home was lonely but it was constant and that was it. You don’t even know what made you look out the window but you did, eyes falling on the figure just outside of your gate. You sighed as you pulled on a jumper and slipped on some shoes before opening the door “what are you doing?” You asked. “I was trying to decide whether I should darken your doorstep.” He answered. “Well you are so what do you want?” You asked. “You said that if I ever wanted to find you again I just needed to ask the others, are you still willing to listen?” He asked. “I wouldn’t have said it if I were ever going to turn you away.” You leaned against your door frame, you thought that when you saw him again you would tell him that you wanted nothing to do with him but now that he was here and willing, you were desperate for an explanation. “I have some questions of my own.” “Then ask them.” He prompted. “I know you were hurting back then but why would you say all of those things?” You asked. “It’s just like you to justify it by saying that I was hurting but in all honesty that was only part of it but the bigger part was that I was afraid.” He answered. “Afraid?” You asked “of the same thing happening again?” “Do you know what happened with Kana?” He asked “did the others ever tell you?” “No.” You answered stepping to the side “you should come in if you're about to though.” Hatori seemed thankful for the offer of shelter, waiting in the hall for you to lead him in, you both sat in the living room. “Akito was the one that ruined what Kana and I had, we were going to get married, we asked Akito for permission as head of the family but she lashed out and ended up hurting me in the process, she then blamed Kana for what happened, told her that it was her fault and it caused Kana to go into a state of severe depression, the only way that I could think to save her was to make her forget that she had ever met me.” Hatori explained. “So you were scared of Akito?” You asked. “And what she might do to you.” Hatori added. “Ever since we were little she didn’t like you around, she hated that you knew of our curse and that you stayed anyway, that we were so close, she was happy when you left, with how possessive she was becoming I couldn’t see that happen to you too.” “So instead of talking to me about it you decided to try and push me away?” You asked, there was no judgement in your voice, you were just getting your facts straight “so what has changed now?” “Tohru, she managed to break the curse, we are no longer bound to Akito.” He explained. “The first thing that I thought of doing was coming here to explain what happened and try to make it better.” “You’ve made a good start.” You informed him “but what about Kana?” “Kana I have no problem leaving in my past, she wasn’t and still isn’t the woman that I have wanted.” He explained. “I promise from here on out I will prove to you everyday that I deserve to have you in my life in whatever way you want.” “Then prove it.” You prompted and you could see it on his face, that he intended to do just that.

*Part 2*

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𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐨𝐮𝐞: 

“I don't feel well.” 

“I'm fine. Stop worrying” 

“Relax, it's just a cold.” 

“I'm not sick. I literally do not get sick” 

“I think I'm coming down with something.” 

“Its just allergies!” (Totally isn't) 

“No. I don't have hayfever.” 

“Can we take a bath together?” 

“Does my forehead feel warm to you?” 

“I’ve missed you today.” 

“I can't be sick right now! I have so much stuff I need to do” 

“Is it cold in here, or is it just me?” 

“Is it warm in here, or is it just me?” 

“Baby, can you pass me the tissues?” 

“Don't freak out but...” 

“I’d keep your distance babe, this is pretty gross.” 

“Do we have any coughdrops?” 

"Cmon, you know I don’t get sick.“ 

"My head feels funny” 

"I just need some sleep, I’ll be fine" 

"Please stop worrying" 

"Wait!.. Don’t go.“ 

“I’m Wallowing in self-pity.” 

"Couldn’t you keep your cold to yourself?“ 

"Stay still, you’re making me dizzy.” 

"…The central heating broke.“ 

"I’ll rest later! I have really important work stuff to finish.” 

*sniff* “No, I don’t need a tissue.” 

“Woah… Why is the room spinning?” 

“Tissues are for sick people!” 

 “This isnt fair! Germs should see me and run the opposite way” 

“You infected me.” 

“I caught your stupid cold!” 

*sniff* “We ran out of tissues.” 

“Don't come too close. You don’t wanna catch this.” 

“I'm really gross right now.” 

“Can we shower together?” 

“I didn’t want to ruin our plans…” 

“I don’t need you to check my temperature, Im fine!” 

“I thought the medicine was non-drowsy…” 

“I’m not drinking it! It tastes disgusting!” 

“Can we cuddle?” 

“I don’t think I can walk straight right now.” 

“If you keep kissing me then you’re going to catch this junk.” 

“I think that maybe…possibly… I might be sick.” 

 “Can we please just snuggle on the sofa?” 

“I'm just trying to get all this work done! I have no time to rest.” 

 “You’re overreacting, Im fine!” 

“All I’ve done today is catch your cold!” 

“You don’t need to worry about me sweetie.” 

“I’ve felt worst.” 

“You probably shouldn’t kiss me.” 

“Hey! Your gonna catch this now.” 

“Do I look okay to you?” 

“I must look a mess…” 

“I’m not really feeling too hot.” 

“This can't be happening-“ 

“Can you budge up, I wanna lay with you.” 

“You need to stop worrying about me.” 

“Im going back to bed.”   

“I can see you staring at me. You’re not discreet y’know?”   

“Naps are only for babies and old people. Im neither.”   

“I felt funny this morning, but it wasn’t this bad.”   

“I don't care what you talk about, can you just keep talking?” 

“I'm a little out of it today.”   

“We need to buy more tissues.”   

“I do not have a cold!” 

“I can't use toilet paper, it makes my nose get all chapped!”   

“I'm not pouting…”   

“I'm allowed to be miserable.”   

“Oh Im sorry. Is my sickness bothering you?”   

“You worry too much.”  

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get sick.” 

“It’s a cold. I’ll live.”   

“Hey! Don’t tease me whilst I'm sick!” 

“You gonna nurse me back to health?” 

“I'm not feeling too hot.” 

“You better not complain when you catch this.”   

“I'm just a little under the weather that’s all.”   

“I said I was fine.”   

“I don’t need you to nurse me, I'm perfectly fine.”   

“Y’know… I heard cuddles can cure colds quick.” 

“I sneezed twice, is that a crime?”   

“You’re not going to drop this, are you?”   

“You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”   

“It's just a silly little cold.”   

“Do you actually think I’ve had time to go out and get a flu-shot?”   

“It's chaos here. I can't just stop working because I have the sniffles.”   

“I want a hug.”   

“Don’t get lost in the sea of tissues.”   

“I'm not grumpy.”   

“Sharing is caring afterall.”   

“Can you just shut up for a second?”   

“That medicine tastes gross.” 

“I just can't stop sneezing!” 

“I don’t get colds.” 

“You don’t need to take care of me, I’ll be fine.” 

“You’re really sweet for wanting to look after me like this.” 

“I totally just got my germs all over you!” 

“We were meant to go out tonight!” 

“I didn’t want to cancel on you…” 

“Is it obvious..?” 

“Did you come home just to look after me?” 

“Aw, you made me soup?” 

“You’re literally my favourite person on earth right now.” 

“Can I lie on you?” 

“Can you turn the lights off, they’re giving me a migraine.” 

“I think I caught that bug you had.” 

“How long was I asleep?” 

“My boss won't let me take a sick day.” 

“I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”

"Why are you laughing at my misery?"

“Are you seriously going to say bless you every single time I sneeze?”

“I think I’m catching something.”

“I don’t want you to get sick too.”

“For the hundredth time, I am not sick!"

“I don’t don’t have time or energy to be sick right now.”

“Can you please stop pacing, you’re making me dizzy.”

“You gonna nurse me back to health then, Show me some bedside manner?”

“Jeez, if thats your beside manner, I’d rather take my chances on my own.”

“I can feel you drawing shapes on my back… it’s nice.”

“Maybe I should get you sick too so we can be miserable together.”

“I can’t tell if this movie is just boring or its because I’m sick but I’m really sleepy.”

“You’ll stay here while I sleep?”

“You’re hovering…”   

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𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞:  

“You feeling alright?” 

“Bless you! Are you sure you're ok? You never sneeze this much.” 

“Babe, im saying this in the nicest way possible, you look like shit” 

“Your cheeks are flushed” 

“Let me feel your forehead.” 

“We need to get that fever down.” 

“I’ve never seen you this sick.” 

“So much for your perfect immune system.” 

“We’re going back inside.” 

“Jeez, you look half-dead.” 

“Let's get home so we can get you feeling better.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Your health isn't a joke.” 

“Thats it. You're going to bed.” 

“Let's just cuddle” 

“Your never usually so quiet.” 

“Aw, you're all sniffly.” 

“Wow. Bless you! That didn't sound too good.” 

“I'm going to take care of you.” 

“Would you like some tea?” 

"You look like death warmed over.“  "Bless you!… since when do you sneeze more than once?” 

"I’m getting you something for that fever.“ 

"Make sure you wear something warm.” 

"You’re going to catch your death out here.“ 

"Slow down, you’re slurring your words.” 

"I’m going to run you a bath.“ 

"Baby you're shivering.” 

"Your eyes are glassy.“ 

"Aw, your nose is all red.” 

"You know we own tissues for a reason, right?“ 

"You need some more rest.” 

"What are you doing up? You’re supposed to be in bed.“ 

"How did you get manage to get this sick, this fast” 

"Date night can wait, your health is what’s important.“ 

"Blow your nose, I can’t understand what you’re trying to say.” 

You can’t drive home in your condition.” 

”There’s no way you’re going to stay home alone like this.” 

“Please let me look after you.” 

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed, everybody gets sick.” 

“Please just sit down for a moment.” 

“I’m not going to take that personally, your high on meds.” 

“You shouldn’t be walking around when you’re this sick.” 

“You can barely stand, nevermind go out and do a full day’s work.” 

“If you sneeze one more time, I’m going to start getting worried.” 

“Baby… Are you sick?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Do you need me to get you anything?” 

“How about we just snuggle and watch some movies.” 

”Bless you… Bless you! Are you okay- bless you again!” 

“It’s not like you to get this sick.” 

“You really should be resting.” 

“Please just lay down for me baby.” 

“Here, let me help you.” 

“Can you make it back to the bedroom?” 

“Hmm… I’m keeping my eye on you.” 

“You’ll feel better if you go and lie down.” 

“Stop sniffling and go blow your nose.” 

“Maybe you should just take it easy.” 

“Your too stubborn for your own good.” 

“You sound like you could use some more sleep.” 

“God bless you!” 

“Aw sweetie, your nose is all runny.” 

“Somebody’s certainly sneezy today.” 

“You’re not feeling well… are you?” 

“Your shivering baby.” 

“You’re sweating.” 

“You’re definitely running a fever.” 

“I’m going to need to take your temperature.” 

“You should take my jacket.” 

“Hey, hey, we can worry about that once you’re feeling better.” 

“You’re past the contagious phase… right?” 

“Make sure to drink plenty of fluids.” 

“Let’s just have a lazy day.” 

“Was it really worthy getting soaked?” 

“I told you to wear something warm.” 

“Are these flowers bothering you?” 

“Baby, I think this is more than just the sniffles.” 

“There’s no way that you’d make it past lunch in your condition.” 

“We could shower together if that’d make you feel any better.” 

“The steam will help with your congestion.” 

“Goodness, you look like your about to pass out.” 

“Baby you’re delirious.” 

“Let’s just get you home and into bed.” 

“Its your fever that’s making you feel cold.” 

“We should really get you in a cool bath.” 

“You can’t work in your condition.” 

“There’s no need to worry. I have everything covered, just relax.” 

“Wait… You’re not allergic to that, are you?” 

“I didn’t know you had cat allergies!” 

“Want me to make you some soup?” 

“Do you need me to carry you?” 

“You’ve been sniffling all day.” 

“Do you need any extra blankets?” 

“Baby please let me take you home.” 

“I have tissues in the car.” 

“You can sleep in the car, don’t worry, I’ll wake you up when we’re there.” 

“You’re not ruining anything.” 

“You should really try and eat something.” 

“Those sniffles of yours really turning into something, huh?” 

”There's way you're going out. Not with that cold.” 

“You’re looking a bit pale sweetheart.”

“Use a tissue for god's sake!”   

“You’re not one to go quiet, what's up?”   

“My poor baby is all sniffly, aren’t you?”   

“Oh honey… You can't be outside like this.”   

“Don’t be offended or anything. But you look horrible.”   

“I think you caught my cold…”   

“It sounds like you’ve caught that bug going round.”   

“You’re in bed early. You feeling alright?”   

“Oh my god. You’re completely burning up!”   

“I think your fever is spiking.”   

“We should get you into bed.”   

“Cmon, let's get you into the shower.”   

“You need a tissue?”   

“Jeez, blow your nose before you drown in your own mucus.”   

“Don’t worry, I'm gonna take care of you.”   

“How long have you been like this?”   

“If you’re trying to be subtle, I'm sorry but you’re doing an awful job.”   

“I bet I could toast a marshmallow on your forehead.”   

“I think you have the flu, nobody’s ever this sick with a cold.” 

“Want some ice cream for your throat?”   

“We’re going home, right now.”   

“Come on, let's get you wrapped in warm.” 

“Let’s get you in the shower.” 

“We’re gonna stop at the pharmacy, okay?”   

“You can sleep in the car.”   

“You’re home early?” 

“Do you not see how pale you are right now?”   

“Let's get you into bed.”   

“Cut the crap. I know you’re sick.”   

“Hush now, otherwise you’re going to lose your voice.” 

“I don’t think that’s exactly hygienic.”   

“You’re kinda cute when you’re all sick and needy like this.” 

“I'm now going to give you some tissues and pretend I never saw that.”   

“You need to wear something warmer.”   

“If you don’t get into bed willingly then I will personally carry you there.”   

“I thought you said that you were feeling better?”   

“You don’t need to be embarrassed; you’re allowed to be sick.”   

“Are the rumours true, is the (name) actually sick?”   

“I’d kiss you right now if you weren’t contagious.” 

“Your too stubborn for your own good.” 

“Let me take care of you.”   

“I told you that you should stay home from work today.” 

“Okay Ms I’m-not-sick, tell me why you sneezed five times in the span of an hour.” 

“Are you done pretending you’re fine?” 

“The only place you’re going is back to bed.” 

“I know, sweetie, but you have to take it so your fever goes down.” 

“Did you manage to get much sleep? I heard you tossing and turning all night.” 

“You might be coming down with something....”

“You’ve really got the sniffles today, haven’t you?”

“I’m not leaving you until i know you’re better, and that’s final.”

"When were you planning to tell me you were sick?"

"You're sick. If you overexert yourself, you're gonna get sicker."

“Great… Now I have your germs all over me.”

“I swear to god, If you don’t get back in bed, I will physically drag you there.”

[sc4llywag]

Please share Unity thoughts im so curious

GAH since you asked so nicely <3

!!MAJOR SPOILERS FOR AC UNITY AHEAD!!

I love Arno for one, he's so nice and charismatic. A charmer ofc and I see why people say he's the 'french Ezio' on that note I do NOT agree. Ezio was so much more fleshed out and looked into than what we get from Arno's story. He lost his father and wanted revenge, like Ezio BUT!!!! He ended up completely shifting his goal.

He went from going from target to target for the info ofc and to report back to the Brotherhood, to becoming skeptical and angry at the council. I don't think he lost the goal of revenge for his father but rather became so attached to Élise and he couldn't overlook her own goals so he aligned them with hers to PROTECT her.

GOD CAN I PLEASE GET A HAPPY LOVE STORY??? I knew she was going to die(thanks AC community) but GOD did it hit so much harder seeing and hearing the music play in the background god the utter CHILLS I get from this soundtrack.

It's so heartbreaking because his goal all along was to avenge his father, and he did. But in that process he lost his lover, who was more important to him than some target.

GOD IM JUST SHHSHWHAA

Now for the gameplay itself I have much criticism :(

I really dislike how the combat works in this one. I get so annoyed with the party timing and how slow everything is I just miss fast quick combat that doesn't take a million tries.

Along with it taking so long was my struggle with levelling up GOD did this bother me!! I hated having to spend days trying to level up my gear and skills just to do the next story mission. That kinda ruined my immersion and I got lost a lot in the story because of it 💔.

Btw the stupid gun shit SUCKS I get shot twice and I'm literally dead done gone holy shit lower the damage pls

Another thing is probably the parkour being super janky for me with the unfortunate erasure of manual jumping MY LOVEEEEE

Overall the gameplay is nice and good but it's not as good as I had expected so I'd rate it around a 6/10

The stealth system was also a little annoying and pissed me off at times because id barely be seen and then get all the guards in the whole damn building coming for my ass and I'd be dead in two seconds. Other than that I like it I suppose.

I can't specifically rate the story because yes it is more underwhelming compared to the former games imo but I did like it because of how romance centered it was in the end. I am however mad about the boss fight wtf was that shit

That's the only thing I'll diss the most bro where's my super cool battle why do I gotta be sneaking around and only doing 3 tries for an assassination come ON Ubisoft.

This WHOOOLE game you've been building up the spooky grand master dude for me to finish off and I get this janky ass boss fight and Élise is just sitting there doing nothing?? Like ok Ms "we need to take him out together!" THEN HELP ME GOOD LAWD

Ig she did help by dying but OH WELL MAN WHATEVER

I will be replaying this in the future I'm sure so I can further dive into the story and kinda carve it into my mind since I had to waste so much time trying to grind just to get to the next level

*Cough*Sequence 10 was kicking my fucking ass with that STEALTH god fuck you*Cough*

[richardsphere]

Leverage Redemption Log: The Double-edged sword job

Presumed Client has a Presumed Stalker (Cop) Parker is playing with little dolls. Oh is this a Time-Skip client? Like an ex-client from the inbetween years? Cool pitch, im hooked. --- Well that line about the Israeli government shutting down the peoples access to the internet aged like a fine (though disgusting) wine.

Gut instinct: Harry is right. Its a cop thing, specifically the same way that Security Lady from episode one can recognise Elliot when Hardison's program is protecting you guys as well. Cops are scum, (i know that naratively, breanna is gonna be proven right. But the team is right to assume its an analog thing)

Oh the small town is a surveilance state.

Look Sophie, i understand that petty theft is beneath you all, but breanna is right to start the test small scale.

--- So this is our "newbie goes in solo" episode. Elliot is flirting with Supercop. (dont know wether "distinctive" is meant to be an admission she knows who he is, or just an attempt to draw parallels between the two) this show expects me to believe that the high-tech supercomputer doesnt have a firewall.

Oh its Minority Report bullshit. (Funny thing about minority report, didnt that end up with it predicting its creator/championing congressman would commit murder? Cause thats what we're gonna do. Make it predict that our Supercop will embezzle the black-ops money)

And they're trying to gass-chamber Breanna. --- Ok so quickly: Harry having to do an Elliot is cool, funny little gag about how Parker stopped stabbing people. (its good cause this one retroactively fixes a lot of the other "parker used to stab people" jokes by explaining the taser as the reason it only happened once.) --- Debriefing: Breanna might've been in trouble for more then just Twitter. Parker and Elliot have both done this for 8 years more then the rest, and the rest dont even bother asking what they're thinking. (like i understand not interupting them, but there is a reason we're having a debrief) --- Supercop is alledgely not part of the experiment. (she claims she's just investigating the miracle crime-drop).

Elliot gives them all 10 seconds to joke. Back to the debrief. "Just to be clear..." "metaphorically" everyone disliked that. (as do I, if this guy wants to be the only person alive who isnt recognisable to a supercomputer? See if his face ID works on cremated ashes) --- Parker I agree this guy is an asshole to the waitstaff, but if a customer orders something without coconut oil, it is the restaurants responsibility to either accomodate this request or tell the customer they cant make it that way. I know he's just a pretentious twit but allergies exist. (he's definitly an asshole for assuming he's enough of a regular to have "his regular" though)

Oh, RIZ is back. (Supercop works for them) Well looks like Cheng has a robo-nanny (and maybe a crush on robonanny) --- What a stack of hundreds and an awkward story about a roleplaying kink cant let these guys do. --- Ok and we're inside the house. The robot is scanning Parker The AI is scary AF, Parker is looking for a way out. AI is all-seeing, but apparently worse with faces then Searchlight. (Searchlight can recognise you of an out-of-focus nose. Al-Ayna cant recognise him if he lowers his voice) which can only mean one thing:

CHEMICAL WARFARE! Oh how i missed you, we've been waiting for your return all season. --- Private security provides Elliot with a good chance to teach Harry how a choke-out is done with proper form.

Cheng has recognised Breanna and has decided to make the stupid mistake of locking Leverage inside the safe they're trying to crack. By which i mean your house, that has your software, the one they're gonna use to make you look like a criminal.

and now our heroes have a superAI who is going to help them with their witness protection schemes. (Lower Hardisons workload a little as well.) Like how the camera zooms out to end the shot from Alayna's POV. (is she gonna be a recurring character? Probably not in a "regular castmember" way but definitly in a "we have continuity and on rare occasions she might be important" way)

[bichopalo]

omgggg i went to see the film with my brother... WELL!!

ok so the first film was called 'the green years' 1963 dir. paulo rocha. apparently it was the beginning of the new wave in portugal. i enjoyed it and i'm glad i saw it but i'm not sure it was like. the best film i've ever seen; i wasn't obsessed by it.

the other film was called 'where is this street? or with no before and after' 2022 and honestly it's nearly 2am so i can't be bothered to look up the directors. picture this, you're me, you've brought your brother along to a film at your favourite cinema, it's 88 minutes long. he asks you what it's about, you say 'i think they revisit the locations from the original film, and talk about them' well. you've made one mistake there.

the film revisited the locations of the original film, and then recreated the shot with the landscape but with no actors, or with minimal actors (there were definitely some people at times who'd been placed in shot purposefully, but they made up maybe 3 minutes of the film total). they did this for the whole film, so every shot in 'the green years' has a mirror in 'where is this street,' in the same order, but with no actors or dialogue.

so, if there was a shot that moved back and forth because two people were having a conversation, then the new film would make that same shot, moving back and forth, in the same location, but there's just a wall, no people. if a shot cut to another shot, that cut would be recreated. like. that's such an interesting concept? but for 88 minutes, it went on for a long time, and my brother hadn't seen the original film so he was totally lost (at least i could say to myself "oh, i know what happened here" and imagine the actors from the original film in present day lisbon).

still, i'm glad we went, because it gave us time to hang out and talk about the film, and it's given me something interesting to say i've done. and we're gonna go and see something else slightly less conceptual, so i get to hang out with him again soon (i'm moving to a different city soon, so that's rlly important for me) it was also realllly beautiful, like the colour of the film and the way it was shot was gorgeous, and it was clearly made with such passion bc can u imagine being so dedicated to make a film that long, just recreating another film shot for shot...

so thank you for coming with me on this journey! i've got a lot out of it, and i'm glad i had someone other than my parents and brother to talk to about it (most of my friends would be like. sooo uninterested lol) i hope you have a great week :^)

omg thats definetly..something.ive never heard of either of the films and it seems like a very very insteresting concept (normally im not a fan of shot for shot remakes but that seems like an interesting twist.still i wonder how many people were in the cinema to see a movie with no actors ! Did the rest of the attendees like it?) but lets say i wouldnt have picked them to see with my brother either 😭😭 still im glad you both had fun!!!!and it seems like a very memorable experience hahha

Thanks for telling me about it!i loved being a part of this little journey too <3333

[bittwitchy]

i’m gonna be a thousand percent real w you guys for a min, its gonna be under a read more, and it revolves around fears and pains and scary medical things and g/ov3r/nm3nt bullshit and stuff which is uhhh destroying me mentally and physically ig ahahahhaa

so like as some ppl know, when i was leaving work late nov/early dec of 22, i fell and injured my ‘leg’, it was a few days before i turned 26 and i couldnt get a doc appt in time w a real doc, and ofc bc i was on the male parentals insurance and it was based out of texas despite US being in california, i got completely fucked over bc they didnt want ro cover shit and i had to argue with them til almost the very end of december or so just to see a nurse practitioner who didnt know wtf she was gonna do, and refused to listen to me when i said i was not going to have insurance in a week. i cannot afford any expansive anything right now and anything that i have to do needed to be done before the end of december. all she said was ‘i hope you get better then, but they will call you when they feel like it.’

its been over a year, im still not better, because i was not clocked in at the time, and was injured in the parking lot, hr already said they wont cover it. even if i was only at that location (not my home location) for them, i was not clocked in and therefore they hold no responsibility, and the parking lot had no cameras anyways. its all just word of mouth so. i got fucked there too. C/alo/ptima has been fujcing useless and wont even send me my new insurance card so i can get a new regular pcp who will refill even just my fucking inhaler because the guy they gave me refused to even refill that.

now, when ive gotten the leg scans, they cant find anything. they dont know whats wrong. ‘oh youre just fat, lose weight and you’ll be fine.’

breathing shots pain into my leg. and the pains been spreading. ive been getting a little bit of weird treatment at work despite dlat out ignoring and pushing through my pain to please people and that wasnt even enough because i still got some pretty weird ass treatment from some ppl in management despite the fact im not choosing this, and ignoring it makes everything worse.

and ive been trying to push through and ignore it and hope it heels, because the medical system isnt going to help me, neither is the company, and i live in california. i really just cant afford the medical system here anyways.

i think when i fell, it clipped a nerve into my spine, because for those unaware im that special brand of au/tistic who can tell you the exact point of origin of my pain. from tooth pain to headaches to even searing body aches, i can tell you where it starts and where it ends. but i also have a massive pain tolerance (ive had 8 root canals and local anesthesia doesnt work on me thanks to adhd, i can and have had 9 bottles injected in and nothing happened, so i just dont use it and ignore the horrendous fucking pain of your nerves being killed because i dont want to bother anyone. THAT is my pain tolerance level, and i cant tolerate this.)

the pain is spreading to both of my legs, and when i ignore it i end up toppling over. i used to be a hula dancer, professional as a kid, still for rec until i got hurt. i cant do it anymore. i can barely walk. when i force myself into events and shit that requires walking, it feels like my entire body is being crushed the next day, and during the actual day of doing but thats obvious.

i dont know how to take it anymore, nothing is helping, no one is helping me, and even people who try to help me its like the system is working for them despite refusing to work for me. i really well and truly dont know what to do about this anymore. the pain from my spine isnt only in that leg now, its in both legs and keeps creeping to my arms. im obviously not gonna get help from the company, and even talking to a lawyer its a fucking long shot that i could get anything done from them at all since the parking lot didnt have cameras. i already have eds, and this has been setting off the issues relating to it even more. i was meant to get tested for pots before i lost insurance back then, but new doctor doesnt believe women can experience pain at all, and are lying for attention if they admit to it.

breathing is fucking painful, and i dont know what to do. i can just keep doing what im doing and ignoring my pain and pushing through to please everyone because its not like the system helps, but the system is working for others and when i do what they recommend i do it not only still doesnt work for me, but i get threats from it. i dont know if its because im autistic or not, indont know why it works for others and not for me, i dont understand and when i try to get answers all people say is ‘just push through’ but im trying and its making everything worse and im breaking my body more and more by just pushing through and indont want to get kicked off of c/alo/ptima for bothering them too much by not getting answers despite my efforts because i did get threatened and incant afford $250-500 monthly fees from my state if i dont have insurance. $250 is more than i earn a week. jts not like im getting hours at work. and i really just am so fucking broken and tired and confused and done i dont know what to do and im tired of being in pain. i just want the pain to go away. i dont want to cry anymore. i dont want to be confused and scared and alone anymore. its like everythings collapsing down and i dont know what to do.

and to top it all off, the skin welts and lesions that my old doctor was so terrified of me having are back. theyre a symbolism of my white blood cell count, and last time i got them he had me get blood tests every few months because he was worried about my developing leukemia. and everytime it got too high he gave me something to try snd prevent it, and ultimately i was ‘almost there but narrowly escaped’, and i dont know how im supposed to just keep pushing and keep living and keep going it that happens too. especially when incant afford a blood test right now. i dont know what im doing or who i am anymore and its destroying every semblance of who i am that i had left, and i just want to make everyone happy but im not happy. im not happy snd im not getting help snd i feel so defeated and indont understand how other people can argue andnits fine but i do it and i get threatened or retaliated against.

indont understand how if i do whats recommended im misbehaving and being wrong but others can do what they want. its like im a kid again but instrad of being beaten im just getting fucked over medically even more snd my body gets to further destroy itself and i dont know whay the fuck left there is to do. its like everythings collapsing down on me, jm not getting the samw care or treatment others get, and i dont think im going to because i cant keep fighting a system thats going to only verbally threaten me because they wont respond to emails. i cant use recorded conversations in court here. im scared and im tired and im in constant pain and had to beg my old doctor to send an inhaler refill without my seeing him because the new one wouldnt and my lungs were giving out. i dont want to die but it feels like its heading rhat way whether i want to or not because nothing and nobody will help me and when they try they get mad at me for ‘not trying harder’ but im doijt everythint they say and more and its nothing. nothings coming crom it but my suffering. but if i say its not my fault its ‘making excuses’ and injust cant keep doing this anymore. im so tired, and im in so much pain, and indont know what to do.

[bubsub69]

Entry 5

21/05/2023 15:00

FUCK

FUCK THIS FUCKING SHIT IT FUCKING HAPPENED SHES DONE WITH ME SHE THREW OUT THE TRASH SHES GOTTEN SICK OF THE ANNOYING PIECE OF SHIT THAT KEPT FUCKING BOTHERING HER BECAUSE I COULDNT KEEP MY DISGUSTING FUCKING MOUTH CLOSED.

after asking about moving on thursday i asked if she was free yesterday (saturday) and i asked again today. and i guess i finally depleted her patience she kicked me to the curb like the filth that i am

"Tonic by I’ll be unpacking - my roommate decided she wanted to get living alone so I have to move into my ex’s guest room 😭. Which means I’m going to put domming on hold till I have my own place!"

guess thats her way of making me leave her alone, guess ill have to stop being a nuisance to her, i probably wouldve prefered honestly but i guess i dont deserve that, she probably has the experience of giving said honesty and having the other person freak out, i guess its fair, maybe i would freak out like the little shit that i am.

she is saying she is excited for her own place but i doubt she'll even remember me by that time, gonna be one of the many losers she had to dump but i guess if she finally texts firsts saying she's gonna get her own place hopefully ill at least lose my anxiety with her.

i even started trying to talk to other doms on fetlife cause i was losing hope but i didnt expect finally being cutoff to hurt this much, had to hold a lot of tears at grandmas house and while doing cafe chores. well back to trying to find someone thatll settle for a piece of shit like me, after holding her puke from seeing my face and not minding that im the least interesting person in the world with no hobbies and that has no communications skills and is probably too shitty at giving affection but expects to receive it back, maybe thats karma for trying to find someone else and locking myself up with another keyholder, guess thats what i get for trying to talk to many people at once and not just being patient

even the keyholder has ignored my problem of not having the wheel working but oh well shes probably even busier considering shes a mod on chaster and also manages a whole ass discord of.. wow i just checked 500+ people, not everyone is locked probably but fuck me thats a lot more than i thought

hopefully i can move on and not cry everytime i look at telegram, just the first of many future painful "breakups" until i find someone thatll settle, or who knows maybe i dont deserve to be a burden on someon else

sorry for the edgy entry i just, i really thought i had a shot with her, i might still have but this was such a punch in the gut, hopefully she gets back to me, im gonna go completely radio silent, id uninstall the app if that didnt mean losing notifications, though maybe shed text through reddit, nah she wouldnt go through all that trouble, its just back to being patient as usual but without the hope this time (spoiler from the future i didnt ghost her, shocker)

maybe one day i get to open this diary with really great news but today is not the day

[nightowlfandom]

Kanato Sakamaki- I’m Sadistic For You

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For Kanato from DL ( I haven’t seen much done for him and it makes me sad because he’s a favorite ). (: I could Lowkey do some more if you’re not super bogged down I had another idea BUT I ALREADY SUBMITED ANOTHER BEFORE THIS SO IM NOT GONNA OVERWHELM YOU LOL but- anyway Fee free to be as nsfw with my prompts (if you do them) as you want. I dont have any triggers so- writing them super accurate and sadistic won’t bother me :3

Bruh....Jesus is my helmet...but NOT TODAY let’s fucking go! Okay readers, you heard, they aint got no triggers. So if you do...move it along.

52- “You can’t call me cute!”

80- “Shut up! I’m not blushing!”

31-“You need to be taught a lesson…”

81- “You look so...inviting all tied up.”

84- “What’s the word I’m looking for?....Pet!”

Also in this you and Yui are BFFs because she isn’t some cold hearted bitch (homegirl trips over oxygen, plus I love her lol)

I was legit about to have him spit in your mouth....I’m so shameful...maybe next time.

Leggo!

I’m turning into a Yandere account and I am totally okay with that.

...

“You know living here isn’t that bad.” you mused to Yui. “When no one is talking.”

Your friend laughed as she cut up some carrots. Yui turned to look at you as she prepare to peel some potatoes. “So living here is terrible every day other than right now?” she replied.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She wasn’t wrong. 

You and Yui were making dinner for the house. After a ambush that landed everyone injured except you and her (thankfully). You had offered to make soup and stew for everyone. They were all in their respective rooms healing while you had prepared everything.

“They really fought hard today, I thought Kanato was about to rip that vampires jaw off. He’s really protective of you, Y/N.” she winked. “I think he likes you more than he lets on.” 

Kanato and you had a very strange relationship. He hated you, but he didn’t HATE you. No one could lay a finger on you, no one could even look at you, even if he said he didn’t care. Reiji tried to and Kanato almost murdered him.

“He then told me that Teddy said I was ugly.” you reminded her flatly. “Yeah he so cares.” you snorted.

“Maybe he has trouble telling you his feelings”

“I wish everyone was as optimistic as you.” you shook your head. “Looks like the soup is finished.” 

“I’m just saying Y/N, just think about it.”

...

You only had one bowl of soup left to deliver, to Kanato’s room. You grumbled as you stood outside the door. 

“Kanato? It’s me.” you knocked on the door. “I’m coming in okay?” 

Before you could wait for an answer you opened the door and walked in with the cart. 

Kanato was laying on his bed when you entered, groaning in what you assumed was boredom.

“Teddy, tell Y/N that I don’t want whatever she made.” Kanato turned away from you. The scars he had suffered on his back said it all. All for you...

Your recalled the terror in your voice as you had screamed for help as the rogue vampire wrapped his claws around your leg. Kanato’s name was the first to escape your lips as you had tried to crawl away to Yui. You remembered reaching out to Kanato with your strongest hand, begging him to save you.

The look in his eyes was feral as he screamed your name too, grabbing you hand and pulling you to him. You were sobbing into his chest, clutching onto him for dear life for a good ten seconds before Yui replaced him, hugging you tightly in her small arms too. Before you knew it, the rogue’s head had been thrown through a window...

...

“Y/N, Look at me! You’re safe now...you’re safe with me...”

...

“Teddy, could you please tell Kanato that while his pouting is very adorable, it won’t get him out of this?”

“Don’t call me cute! You can’t do that.” Kanato glared at you through hooded eyes. “If I wasn’t so weak I’d-”

“Well let me take care of you.” you cut him off, taking the bowl to him. “For me?”

Kanato paused, his glare softening. 

“You must be in love with me if you’re so insistent on me getting better.” he grumbled, sitting up. “Y/N is in love with me Teddy!”

“Kanato.” you felt your face heat up violently. “Don’t say things like that.” you groaned.

“It’s blushing teddy, how cute!”

Kanato’s use of the word ‘it’ wasn’t new to you. In fact when he wasn’t calling you names, chasing you around with forks pretending to stab you, or worse, it was denoting you to objects.

“H-hey! I am not blushing!” you pouted. “My face just looks that way.” you lied. “S-shut up.” you grumbled.

“And what if I don’t feel like it?” he challenged, knowing you wouldn’t say a word back. You were kind of like Yui. You wouldn’t dare challenge any of the Sakamaki brothers. It was a death sentence in every sense of the word.

“Kanato, I just want you to feel better.” you looked down at your feet. 

“There’s one thing you can do.” Kanato used his strength to stand to his feet. Despite his looks, he was tall, and under that cute exterior was a mean and feral beast. He staggered over to you, a sick smile on his face. That couldn’t be good, not by a long shot. 

“And what exactly would that be?” you asked. You couldn’t look at him. You didn’t wanna know what he was planning. You were positive that it wasn’t gonna end well either. 

“Get on your knees.”

“My knees?” you repeated. “Why do you want me to-”

“Now Y/N.” he spoke over you. You felt his hand on your shoulder. “I don’t like repeating myself.” his nails dug into your skin, causing your knees to wobble under the pain. “On. Your. Knees!”

Your feet gave out, practically sending you crashing down to the floor. You looked like a dog, on your hands and knees. You appeared weak and pathetic.

You found it in yourself to look up at Kanato. Teddy was perched on the bed, ‘watching’ you two. You felt his fingertips creep under your chin. 

“Aww...” he smiled. “You’re like a little...What’s the word I’m looking for...PET!. It’s cute.” He caressed the side of your face. “Too bad I kill all my pets...they can’t handle me...can you handle me, Pet?”

“Yes, Kanato.” you found yourself saying. You felt like you didn’t have a choice...

and you loved every second of it.

“Bullying you has made me regain my strength! Isn’t this wonderful?” he wrapped one of his hands around your neck. “You’re so fun to torment” he laughed.

“K-kanato.” you coughed.

“Is it hard to breath. Y/N?” he asked sinisterly, that crazed smile gracing his lips. His words were terrifying although his actions said otherwise. He loosened his grip on your throat, allowing air to flow more freely. It was those small things that made you think he didn’t hate you as much as he loved to preach.

“Y/N...when that vampire came...I thought I was gonna lose you for good this time” he said sadly, allowing his arm to return to his side. “I thought I had-...that you were gonna die.” 

“You saved me though.” you replied. Kanato knelt down to your level, still slightly above you. 

“Yeah...because if anyone is gonna break you, it’s gonna be me.”

“I care about you a lot, Kanato.” you finally said it. “I like you too much.” you exposed yourself. “I want you stay by your side.” you said pathetically. “Even if you hate me.”

Before you could say another word, Kanato claimed your lips in a kiss. He held the sides of your face in his hands. It was the first time he had ever kissed you. He hummed thoughtfully, pushing you down to the floor so you were laying on your back. He crawled over you, not breaking the kiss. 

“K-kanato.” you whimpered.

“You need to be taught a lesson. If your gonna be my girlfri- I mean pet, you’ll have to learn.” he kissed down your neck.

Suddenly, Kanato ripped the seam of your jeans all the way up your left leg, leaving it completely exposed to the air.

“Oh look, your clothes are messed up, guess we’ll have to take them off.” he smirked. In another swift motion, your pants were torn to shreds. The fabric fell in a circle around you both.

“Teddy look! Y/N is wearing such cute panties.” he cackled maniacally. “Her naughty place is leaking.”

You trembled, waiting for him to do whatever it was he was planning.

“I heard blood tastes better when it’s from your naughty place.” he ran his tongue along the top row of his teeth. “Y/N” he moaned, running his index finger along your clothed heat. “You smelled so much better here...I just want to- ungh.”

He suddenly drove his fangs into your right thigh. You gasped, arching your back. He violently grabbed your legs, holding them down. His tongue lashed against your freshly made wound. 

You could hear him whimpering, cursing under his breath. 

Kanato would deny it with his life, but everything about you was like a drug to you. Tasting your blood was even sweeter than every dessert he’s ever tasted. Feeling you whimper and plea for him did things to him that would make a sailor blush. 

Forget Yui, forget his brothers, forget it all.

“Fuh-” Kanato couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t stop himself from ripping off your panties and driving his tongue into your most sensitive parts. Hearing you moan for him, cry for him. 

The rumors were right, vampires were godly lovers. It was like Kanato knew what you wanted and where. He lashed his tongue against your heat, grabbing your legs. 

“Wrap your legs around my head,” he demanded. “Not like it’s gonna kill me.” he laughed manically. “

Knock knock

“Y/N, are you in there?” Yui’s small voice caused you to panic a little. As you tried to get up, Kanato pushed you right back down, growling into your pussy,

“FUCK!” you whined, making it very obvious what you two were up to. “Kanato, I can’t-”

“Then don’t.” he grunted, not ceasing his movements. “Cum, cum for me.”

“K-KAANAAA!” you cried as you came. You thrashed and writhed under his touch, but he didn’t stop. His tongue never stopped moving. “fuh- fuck! Kanato, t-too much!”

“I said cum for me, I didn’t say I’d stop.” he thrust his fingers into you to add insult to injury. “You’re so fun to fuck with!” he spat.

“Kanato!” you sobbed. You couldn’t stop moving, you couldn’t stop thrashing. Th epleasure had gotten to you so much, you were drooling.

He finally withdrew his mouth from you, smiling evilly at the mess he left.

Kanato had grabbed one of his ties that had left on the floor and bound your wrists together.

“You look so inviting tied up for me...” he shuddered as he bit his lip. He licked his fingers clean of your blood and juices. “Good thing the night is young...because I’m not done with you.”

...

[thesquareinthecircularhole]

take her off your hands [Haikyuu!! Kuroo Testurou x F!Reader]

im unhinged, at work, exhausted, consuming an energy drink, and listening to country music.

unedited and i typed Kuroo and Kurro almost every time

the dude is [derogatory] here

Song: Take Her Off Your Hands by Midland

Character: Kuroo Testurou from Haikyuu!!

female reader

There's a Saturday night, Saturday lights

The work week is exhausting, especially if you are in a career that doesn't allow for weekends off (I'm looking at YOU retail). Fortunately for our main man Kuroo, his job allows him the occasional weekend off. This being one of them. A lovely Saturday night in Tokyo allowed the clubs to be boppin, and he found himself in one with a few friends from work. When you don't have to work the next day, you let the drinks flow, and that is precisely what he was doing. At the bar, he stopped dancing long enough to take a long chug of the water he ordered between fruity drinks and shots. He allowed himself a look around the bar, and that is when he saw her.

And I’m watchin' her, watchin' him watchin’ ice Just meltin' his drink, and I can't help but think If she was with me, she'd be all I could see Oh, but he's just lookin' 'round the room

God, was she pretty. Her [h/c] hair done in a quick little, and slightly messy, updo for dancing. A short black dress with gold accented flowers along the side catered to her body and curves nicely. She wore matching gold heels, which if Kuroo was to guess, would not be staying on all night. But they complimented her legs and build in a way that made his mouth water. She was leaning against the bar, her arms around the arm of a man sitting down at the bar, drinking a dark beer. She seemed to be attempting to get his attention, but from the far out look on the dude's face, it was not going to be happening. This dude, as Kuroo dubbed him in his head, was looking around the club focusing on nothing and everything, except for her.

'If that was me', Kuroo thought, 'I wouldn't take my eyes...or hands...off her all night'. Perchance if reading his thoughts, she looked around the room and locked eyes with Kuroo. Pretty [e/c] eyes highlighted by eyeliner and long, elegant eyelashes. He tipped his drink in her direction and gave the little smirk that gets most girls going. She gave a shy smile and looked away after a moment, back at the dude. 'I'm not having that', Kuroo thought to himself finishing the drink and putting it back on the bar for the bartender to take at his convenience. He sauntered over to the couple.

I'm over here watchin’ a fool who don’t know that he's wastin’ his chance Hey mister, could I cut in for a dance? You don't know what you've got if forever's just not in your plans Let me take her off your hands

"Hey, I'm Kuroo. Could I interest you in a dance?" He said, getting close to her. She bit her lip and batted her eyelashes lightly. The dude with her continued to stare off in the distance, and didn't even notice when she removed her arms from his.

"I'm [Y/N], I'd love to dance." She took Kuroo's extended hand who then swirled her into him and guided the two into the middle of the dancefloor. They swayed with the music, something upbeat that you couldn't quite make the words out to do to the overpowering amount of bass shaking the whole club.

Kuroo moved his head closer to hers as they danced together, chest to chest with fingers intertwined. His mouth was practically against her ear as he said, "That your boyfriend or something?"

"Not so much anymore. This was supposed to be a rekindling, but he's fucked out on something and I can't be bothered to care anymore." [Y/N] said, a slight pout with her bottom lip jutting out. If Kuroo were to describe it, he'd call it kissable.

"Seemed like you cared a couple moments ago," he said, not pointing out but implying from the time her arms were around the dude.

"Yeah well then a handsome gentleman reminded me of other things life has to offer." Her smile was coy and it made Kuroo's heart skip a beat as a matching smile dawned on his face.

And oh, a girl wants to be swept off her feet She didn’t put that dress on to be a Nobody man, short on romance Too blind to give her even a second glance Oh, but he's still lookin' 'round the room

"You think I'm handsome?" He says, the smile much more of a smirk now. She laughed, throwing her head back. 'I could spend the rest of my life making her do that', he thinks to himself.

"I also said you were part of what life has to offer, which I think is the larger compliment."

"I'm trying not to inflate my ego to much tonight. Besides, I'm nothing special standing next to you." She blushes at that. You know that feeling with the incredibly hot person says you're hotter than them? Yeah that's the vibe.

He spins her around again and catches a glimpse at the dude, who is nursing a slightly lighter shade of brown beer, eyes scanning the room in an entirely unfocused manner. Kuroo understands what [Y/N] meant by fucked out on something, the hazy look in his eyes suggested a whole lot of weed. He remembered reading something about weed causing a depersonalization order when you smoke to much of it, doing research for Kenma who mentioned smoking once or twice. Kenma called him paranoid and said he didn't smoke enough to cause a problem, but deep down inside appreciated that his friend was looking out for him.

"In a way, I'm glad you gave him a second chance. If you didn't I might've not been able to sweep you off your feet in this club tonight." Kuroo says, instantly dropping her into a dip. The rise in her heart rate, she couldn't tell if it came from the dip or the man. She agreed with his sentiment though. Not one for love at first sight, she did believe in "god damn I've gotta spend more time with this man" at first sight.

As she rises from the dip, her arms move up, around his neck, playing with the hair at his nape. His arms wrap around her waist, connecting his fingers at the small of her back. They continued dancing to the music, occasionally making small talk and getting to know each other. Hours and hours passed, the duo only leaving the dancefloor to get drinks.

"Want to come back to my place?" Kuroo whispered huskily in her ear. [Y/N] pondered for a moment. She did just meet the guy, but she technically did have a boyfriend, but it wasn't going to last past tonight anyway. Her contemplation was answered by a quick tap on her shoulder.

"Hey," the dude started, "I'm headed home. Are you coming with?" He asked. She blinked at him, once, then twice, surprised by the audacity.

"You won't have to worry about her anymore," Kuroo said, with his signature smirk, "Let me take her off your hands."

[shadowed-dancer]

Thoughts on Episode 124 (S6 E11)

Reeling reveals, devilish dancing, and brutal broadcasts. Let’s talk about it

HUGE spoilers for the episode but nothing for the manga. That said, it is wild that the contents of this episode are no longer considered a spoiler

Oh boy these Dabis sure do be dancing

I am going absolutely feral this episode was so good!

However I will do my best to stay composed

I gotta start with a nitpick just to get it off my chest. Way back in episode 1 of this season, they added a frame when Twice talks about the League that showed Dabi sitting in a chair. Many people (myself included) assumed this was a reference to his video, but the chairs were different colours (ep 1 it was blue, now it is red)?! WHAT?! WHY?! I know it’s random but it just bugs me. This season has been really good with keeping little details straight and then they do something like this. Given the fact that Dabi was wearing clothes in that scene, it is now my hc that he filmed multiple versions of this and picked the one that felt the most dramatic (must have decided that shirtless with a red chair was the way to go lol)

And I need to reiterate: that is absolutely a nitpick that in no way takes away from the rest of the episode. I just found it odd that they went through the trouble of adding such a scene to episode 1, but didn't keep it consistent

Ok anyways as for the episode itself

ueah this good

Brain happy

The first, Dabi-less half is honestly wonderful, which surprised me that they put so much effort into it

Ochako and Toga both looked gorgeous, and the tension between the two was done lovely

Then the episode switched to Endeavor and like one insanely smooth shot and this episode went from a 10 to a 10 billion

However, I’ll admit it, I kind of didn’t like the rearrangement regarding the broadcast. I loved how the manga had a little hint in the Toga section of tvs losing their signal, then the chapter starts with Rei, goes to the battlefield, and then cuts back to the broadcast

The bit with Toga made it all feel connected, like it’s happening at the same time, but it’s fine that it’s gone

I’m more disappointed by the rearrangement with Rei. It gave it a bit of build up that the anime adaptation now lacks, and honestly I was a bit taken aback by how sudden the moment popped up

I mean I guess props for showing how Endeavor must have felt lol

Upon a rewatch it doesn’t bother me nearly as much, but still. It’s probably just because I’m so used to the manga at this point

That being said, the second the monologue started all my complaints totally melted away

The voice acting! The animation! The DANCING! They really made him clap and spin around and I LOVE IT

TINY BABY TOUYA

and on that note TINY BABY FUYUMI

Any and all nitpicks I made previously are now null and void because of that scene of Fuyumi with a flower and Touya clinging to Enji’s arm

Oh man I love this episode

Also! Confirmation that the Sekoto fire was red! I’m glad they kept it, because many people were pointing out that that was likely the main reason Enji didn’t suspect Dabi

Im curious to see how they handle the soccer flashback when we eventually get there (mostly regarding hair colour lol. I want to know if they are going to give an explanation why it was red, or if they’d gonna colour it white and pretend they didn’t mess up haha)

I don’t know how I felt about Best Jeanist starting and ending it. I knew it was coming because I read the manga and had a feeling they’d sandwich the episode like this, but it almost felt like it was taking away from Dabi’s big moment

Which ha! I guess he technically was!

Still, it reminds me of the upcoming arc, which I am reluctant to think about

I don’t know what else they could have done, I just wanted Dabi to have a moment I guess (and I also wanted to forget how many cliffhangers the upcoming arc has lol)

Ooooohhhh and the ed hurt. I had a feeling they’d do a young and old Touya thing, but MAN did they do it well. Everything about it. The bright yellows to the cold blues, the big smile to the scream, oh my gosh

Anyways, overall 10/10. If you think this review sounds nitpicky it’s because there’s only so many ways I can express my absolute joy, yet it takes time to explain my grievances (however slight they may be)

I’m away for family stuff this week but you can bet that if I weren’t I would be watching this episode on constant repeat

Guess that will have to wait for next week lol

[dourpeep]

Fun scenarios for teashop!darling (that's what im gonna call them)

One time Scaramouche saw a customer come out crying(andrunningfortheirlife) and when he asked teashop!darling they said that "The customer was told to leave for causing a ruckus and they were heartbroken that they couldn't drink tea here anymore" and he doesn't completely believe that

Signora once saw teashop!darling one-shot four Geovishaps (without using their vision) because the Geovishaps kept bothering them while they were trying to pick herbs

Tartaglia was talking to Baizhu while he was getting patched up after a fight and found out that Baizhu was scared low-key scared of teashop!darling because he met them while teashop!darling was still an adventurer and they left quite the impression on him

Bonus: one time when all 3 of them were at your shop they noticed you were wearing a ring and thought 'wait- they were in a relationship with someone? Who??!' and no you weren't you just found that ring when you were cleaning out your room and thought 'why not wear it? It looks good.' they only found out when they were about to leave lol

-no primogems

Ehe going back through the stuff in my inbox to answer the longer things nowww

Aforementioned//og teashop!Reader post

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You're running a business and has no time for people trying to cause trouble. If a customer refuses to understand that? You'll make sure they will.

Of course, it'll all be done quickly and quietly as to not disturb the atmosphere.

And...well, with you being an incredibly pleasant host at all times, it's certainly unnerving when the gentle gaze turns sharp and cold. Anyway-

Scaramouche was making his way down back towards Liyue Harbor following an assignment just in area of Guili Plains. It was getting late and, while he normally would head back to camp, there was a peculiar sight that drew him towards your teahouse.

Or, rather, a panicked man nearly knocked the Harbinger off his feet in attempt to get as far from the place as possible.

If it weren't for the sight of your figure standing in the entryway, he would've responded with more than a quiet curse and scathing look. Hands on your hips, you watch the man disappear over past the hills before perking up at the sight of one of your favorite customers.

A quick stop for tea wouldn't hurt.

Once inside, he noticed that the other patrons were entirely unbothered. Little drifts of small talk and laughter from a table in a further off space instead filled the pleasant warmth of the teahouse.

So...if it wasn't something within the building...what did you do to that man to make him so terrified?

If he asks, you'll give him a little shrug before offering a complimentary slice of house-made matcha cake.

--

Not gonna lie. Anyone who can oneshot four of those guys should be feared.

Especially alone. With little else than a plain straw hat and a basket carefully filled with various herbs, it only took a mere moment--the blink of an eye--before the Fair Lady saw you wipe your hands against your apron.

There's still a lingering bit of frost that nips at her skin, catalyst primed and ready in the case that she'd have to jump in to help you.

Were there not just a group of vishaps...?

Even with the sure knowledge of this, there wasn't dust floating in the air (a normal occurrence in fighting geovishaps in the plains) nor was there the tell-tale sparkle of their bodies disintegrating upon defeat.

But Signora was smarter than to ask you of it

Instead, she watches for a little longer until you notice her standing beneath the shade of a sunsettia tree.

Once you do and the two of you head back to the teahouse, you share a cup of freshly brewed herbal tea. The knowing look in your eye is really all she needs to understand.

--

Now, don't get me wrong, you are good friends with Bubu Pharmacy's owner. After all, you did offer quite a few medicinal brews that agreed to offer at his pharmacy.

But, even with Baizhu's enigmatic personality, he's clever enough to know not to cross you. Even his employees are sure to keep in your good books (though, both Qiqi and Herbalist Gui don't have a problem with that).

It's a slight reaction that the man has to your name that gets Tartaglia's curiosity going.

Just a passing mention when he noticed that the pharmacy carries a certain tea that you served last time he visited the teahouse. While purchasing a few pounds of the mix, Tartaglia laughed and started to talk about that first meeting where you simply said Get out--

Baizhu almost immediately changed the subject and the Fatui's left with a slightly more inflated charge.

--

Once more, the three meet at your shop. With Tartaglia and Scaramouche assigned to their respective posts in Liyue and Signora making frequent stops between her own missions, it's become a sort of rendezvous point for the three Harbingers.

The moment that the glittering ring catches the light, Tartaglia chokes.

You, being sweet, immediately come over to make sure that he's alright and that's when the other two catch the sight of it.

Surely you weren't already engaged? Just a mere two months ago you mentioned how you had no suitor in your life-

But it's not really something that someone can congratulate on right?

Even when the passing comment about the piece floats, you laugh and wave it off like it's a joke. Perhaps it wasn't something you wished for? If so, the three of them had more than enough ability to sway this...person's wishes.

By the time the tea is drained and the light snacks they ordered finished, another customer voices a congratulations. An older woman who is almost always at the shop.

"Oh? Oh! No, no, this is one of my own, ahma- I simply found it while fixing up last night."

"It's lovely, but a shame you have not yet found a lovely person."

Her eyes drift over across the teashop before settling on the table with three very curious Harbingers (all in various modes of 'listening in').

Needless to say, she takes her leave and the trio are left with a few thoughts of their own.

Hm.

At least you're not taken.

Yet.

[hobisstar]

no more running | dark!bruce wayne x reader

Summary: Y/N was tired of being trapped in the Wayne Manor, Bruce says its for her safety. Was he protecting her or just keeping her to himself?

Warning: Mention of murder, harmful doing, possessiveness, obsession, Evil Bruce Wayne, and Melatonin pills.

A/N: Okay, basically im an DC and Marvel fan also! Ive been reading Batman/Bruce Wayne fics for the past 2 days now and decided to make one. I watched The Batman movie last night and I LITERALLY BECAME MORE IN LOVE. I know Batman is more so like a natural hero so hes like A hero but does villain like things. So i thought what if he was just like Dark all around MORE than usually? This is my first one so thoughts from you guys will be highly needed. Its a one shot so its gonna be a little short! Enjoy!

“Y/N!” Bruce yelled following her through the Wayne Manor. “Look at me when im talking to you!”

“No! Because im sick and tired of you acting like you control me Bruce Wayne, when you in fact do not. What exactly are protecting me of when you are the most Dangerous man in the room right now!” She walked into their shared bedroom or so.

They’ve been bumping heads recently, a lot to to be honest.

He hasn’t been the nicest and to be honest he doesn’t regret it.

The crime rate in Gotham had gotten higher and even the day light was dangerous to be out in.

But last week, something changed in Bruce. Maybe it was the intruders he killed with his bare hands and had Alfred dispose of the bodies.

It was for her protection, they deserved the beating.

“You killed those intruders Bruce... You promised me you’d never kill, ever. To me being out in the city is safer than being in a shared room with someone who’s not even a hero but the same as those people out there.”

Bruce knew his temper, and oh was it rising as the more she badmouths him and compared him to those people.

“I was protecting you. You are fragile and can get hurt. I'm not letting you get hurt because of who I am or what I've done outside the manor. Yes, I've killed two men that dared step into our home. How was I supposed to know that they were just after me? They could’ve spotted you and harmed you.” He stepped closer to Y/N grabbing the so called 'bag' she was trying to pack.

“I told you if something were the happen outside you aren’t allowed to leave the manor. I meant that with every inch of light I have left. “

“You can’t keep me in here Bruce-“

“No I can. And I will. Its not safe out there. Hate me. Dislike me. Want me dead. Do whatever you please but you aren’t leaving this home.”

Y/N huffed and walked out the room.

“Ill get out one way or another.” She thought in her head.

5 hours later

It was about 9pm. Bruce- I'm sorry The Bat was out around this time and for sure wouldn’t be back till 4 am.

“Ms. Y/N are you sure we should be breaking Bruce’s orders like this? What such a hassle to just get outside.” said one of the maids.

Since the morning after the argument ,Y/N has been plotting in her head a few escape routes.

Of course the main ones or either locked or emergency usable only.

She huffed and grabbed the backpack. “Yeah well, I really have other business to attend to outside of this Manor. If Bruce comes back tell him, I'm in bed. He usually won't bother if I'm sleeping. I should be back at 3 am. Call me if he calls Alfred saying Hes on his way back. I'll use the front door to get in. See Ya” Y/N said and ran to the bat cave using the only exit she knew would be open.

She was leaving because her mother called her and said that it was urgent. Her father had been mugged and wasn’t doing the best and she needed to see him if the time was to come if he was laid to rest.

Dealing with Bruce was enough in her plate, but shed do anything to see her family for the last time.

She took his bike and speed off…

At Y/Ns parents house

“Oh my! Y/N dear i thought you said Bruce had the place on lock down?” Her mother said raising her eyebrows.

“He does but I told one of the maids to call me if he gets home before I do. Im willing to risk anything to see my family ma.” Y/N half smiled and looked around.

“Where’s dad?”

“Back here honey!” She heard her dad shout.

“Turns out he just had some bruises and sprained his ankle. Hes fine but because of his old age, it was worst than that.” Mother said.

“Gosh ive been away so long I forgot you are a doctor.” She chuckled and walked to the room.

“Papa!” Y/N said and ran to him.

“Wow you’ve grown my girl. I can’t believe you are even here right now. This city is a mess and I know Bruce would never let you out with the way the crime rate has sprung up.” He chuckled then looked at her.

“He doesn’t know im here… I promise I’ll be back-“

“You need to get going my girl! You know the city shuts down at 12 am now! There is no reason for him to be out so late.”

“WHAT?!-“

As if it was a que Y/Ns phone rung in pocket.

She picked it up with no hesitation. “yes?”

“Y/N! Mr. Wayne is 20 minutes away! Please hurry back!”

At the Wayne Manor

…

“She’s not home yet!”

“OH MY GOSH”

“We need to make it look like she was here for hours!”

“What if he notices that she wasn’t here?”

“Cave has been opened..”

After are the commotion it settled down when that alert went off.

Was it Y/N?

Was it Bruce?

They were scared shitless. Scared that all hell would break when he gets up here and there is no y/n.

The handle turned and the door opened.

They all released a sigh of relief.

“I made it back in time!” Y/N smiled a little out of breathe.

“Oh gosh Ms. Y/N you had us all covered in fear. Hurry along now he should he arriving shortly.”

She nodded and ran up the stairs to their shared room.

She sighed happily as she sat on the bed. Being out was funny for the little time she could be out.

Seeing her dad being healthy and her mother also doing the same made her so happy.

“Maybe I should start sneaking out more often.” She said out loud since she thought she was alone.

“No. Because I could’ve sworn I made clear instructions that you stay in the Manor.” Bruce said from the chair in the darkness that filled the room.

She jumped up and turned on the lamp looking at him. “W-When did you get home?”

“Y/N I never left. Because I knew you would try to leave so i planned to stay in tonight and watch over you. Alfred told me what you had said to the maids.” He stood up going to sit on the bed.

“Bruce i just wanted to see my mom and dad-“

“Does it matter?! You could’ve gotten hurt!” He yelled looking at her with pure darkness in his eyes.

She jumped back from his booming voice, slightly cowering away but stood her ground.

“But I wasn’t! I told you you dont own me! If I want to leave I should damn well be able to leave!”

He slightly chuckled and that smile soon went away with it. He stood up and just walked out not saying anything.

She signed and fell to her knees surprised she even said everything without once stuttering.

“I need a bath officially” she said and went I the bathroom and closed the door.

In the kitchen

(Warning ⚠️: this part is were the Melatonin will be used. It will be taken with tea for a better nights sleep. You may continue reading at you’re own risk:).)

“You are being to harsh on her Bruce.” Alfred said.

Bruce sighed. “Im not. She got hurt once while being out and I never forgave myself for it.”

“That was 2 years go, Sir. She’s more matured. You trained her to fight and protect herself, yet you have her locked away like she’s Rapunzel.”

“That doesnt matter! She needs to be in the manor Alfred. I rather she be locked up here in safety then locked up some where I CANT find.”

Alfred sighed. “Whatever you say. Here’s the madams tea and melatonin as usually.”

“Thanks.”

Bruce grabbed the tea and pill and walked up stairs to their shared bed room. Usually around this time shed Be in the bathroom getting ready for bed so he went with his gut and opened the bathroom door.

She was relaxing in the tub and sat on the side of it watching her not saying a word.

Gosh, how he just wanted to protect her. So what if he was being protective or possessive I mean he wanted the best for her.

Staying in the house was only for now when the curfew on the city was just on.

“Im telling Alfred to put the manor on lockdown. The maids will be going home tonight.” He said still looking at her no emotion in his eyes.

She looked up at him. “You-You can’t do that!”

He put the tea on the counter with the pills.

“You are not to leave the manor until the curfew on the city is lifted. You will stay in the manor every day and every night. You got hurt once because of me. And that was my fault. I love you to much to see you get hurt again because of my lack of protection. This is most I can do to protect you and Alfred. You two are my World and im not loosing either of you. I will never allow it.” He stood up and walked out.

Maybe one day, She will see that his protection is all he can bring. He loves her and will never let her get hurt EVER AGAIN.

Bruce went down the his cave and just started writing away about a few things for the city but it soon turned Into

Never let her out Never let her out Never let her out

Never let her out Never let her out Never let her out

Never let her out Never let her out Never let her out

Never let her out Never let her out

Never

Let

Her

Out

Has he perhaps gone mad?