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1-800-local-slut · 4 months

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Decisions

Rio x Black! Fem! Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, sad ending, lies and deceit, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, broken family, break ups, arguing, reader has a bad mom, mention of smut, kinda creepy Rio, abusive childhood, suicidal thoughts, recreational drug use, mentions of sex but no smut, Rio calls Beth annoying but make no mistake I love me some Beth, slight canon divergence, not proof read we die like men 💪🏾

Rio get’s close to the reader, due to him having an issue with her mother. He falls for her and they start dating but 8 months into their relationship she finds out the first six months of their relationship was a lie. She realizes she can’t trust him and dumps him.

PSA: The reader has an abusive mother and no father, there's only one mention of the reader getting punched in the face. If that's something that would trigger you then please don't read for your own sake

Please let me know if you guys enjoy!

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When he saw her for the first time, it was dark out. She was standing under the streetlight, waiting for her bus and Rio was standing in the bushes behind her. The light above made her luminescent, giving her dark skin and gorgeous glow. He didn't even know why it shocked him to see her there. He had been waiting for her after all.

It was a chilly April night, she was shivering. Rubbing her hands together and exhaling a puff of cold air. He even remembered thinking that it was weird how cold it was for April. She held her phone in her hand, her headphones lightly bled music. Rio could've stared at her all day, if only he wasn't here on business.

He needed to put some pressure on someone and this was how it needed to be done. Stepping out of the bush, Rio slid close to the target of the evening.

His eyes scanned her up and down, looking for some sort of entry point. She didn't notice him, he wasn't standing too close to her yet. With a final scan, he noticed the Jordan high tops that hugged her feet. Perfect.

Taking another step, a bigger step, he made sure his presence was known. Her eyes glanced up at him, a natural response. She carefully observed him, like she was deciding if she should take a large step away or just ignore him. The leaking music shut off and Rio fought back a smile. Best not to freak her out. It was time to finally put things into motion.

"Those shoes are nice, I was looking for a pair for my cousins quince gift but I couldn't find any in her size." Of course there was no way to start a conversation with a woman this late at night in t he middle of nowhere waiting for a bus without sounding like a creep but Rio was pressed for time.

She raised an eyebrow, and glance him up and down before she glanced at the time. Checking how much time before the bus came, smart.

"Thanks. I picked them up last week." Curt and to the point. Rio admired how quickly she went on the defense.

"They suit you. The color I mean. If you don't mind can I ask where you brought those? I just moved here, and I don't know where anything is." Her plump lips pushed into a straight line as if she was contemplating.

Mentally, he willed her to just go for it. Just take the bait, so the guy he had in the bushes who was about to take a few pictures for evidence could get something.

"Yeah, you just have to head to the store on 83rd. There's a place called Sole Symphony. You can get a good deal if you talk to the right person.

"Oh I passed that place on my drive in. I'm Rio, by the way." Extending his palm, Rio heard the bus pulling up behind them. Sure, he knew her name already. But what if he wanted to know more than just her name?

As she placed her hand in his and said her name, the doors of the bus slid open behind the two.

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"Baby what do you want to eat?" She was leaning on the arm of the couch, while Rio rested his head on her lap. Clad in one of Rio's black t-shirts, and a pair of his boxers that outlined that ass he worshipped. Under the lights of her living room, she still looked radiant.

"What, you can't cook?" Rio teased, only to be playfully swatted on his head.

"Stop being annoying, I'm ordering dinner because someone's stupid self forgot to go to the grocery store."

"I forgot to go because you wanted to play around all day, so had to I come home and handle business." Rio smiled, a true smile. A smile he hadn't had in a really really long time. She giggled and bent her face closer to his, and hummed. She rubbed her thumb over his forehead, in a way that made Rio shudder.

"I only did that because you finished all my weed and then got me the wrong strain. So maybe that's your fault?" Rio rolled his eyes playfully, and accepted the soft kiss she planted on his lips.

It filled him with a warm, thick feeling. If someone made love into soup, it was filling his stomach at this very moment. Giving him a full, heavy feeling that Rio never wanted to lose. After a second they pulled apart and Rio stared deeply into her eyes. She did the same, like she could see Rio baring his soul to her.

Every now and again though, he remembered though that this was merely temporary. He never, and he cannot stress how much he means never, let himself fall for someone he was using for business. Still, some rules were meant to be broken.

Whenever he remembered that fact, when he remembered that once his debt was settled with her mother (the whole reason he approached her at that bus station in the first place), his heart died a bit.

The past four months had been nothing but a mix of stress and bliss. Stress, the stress of accidentally hurting the person who broke into his heart. Bliss, from laying with her just like this. Every night, or going to dinner with her. How six months could change a man so much was beyond him. Just being with her, even if it was technically for leverage. Though he would never hurt her.

Still, if she knew, it would hurt her more than anything. It would be like a knife, piercing her heart before twisting and causing her to bleed out unstoppably.

Realistically, speaking anyone would be. If you knew your drug addict mother got herself in too deep and your boyfriend was only with you for leverage against her, you'd be pretty cut up about it, wouldn't you?

The drug addict mother, who started exhibiting psychotic jealousy at what seemed like the moment you turned 12 , and who punched you in the mouth after you refused to be nice to her new boyfriend, who you fought so hard to get away from after your nightmare of a childhood? Who told you everyday that not only were you not shit but you'd never be shit? The mother you don't even tell people you have, like the father you never met?

How would you feel to find out that after fighting your entire life just to live a life that wasn't filled with filth, bearing your entire being to someone (the only one who knew the truth), that finally when you found happiness none of it was real? All because of the mother who you don't even acknowledge, after fighting tooth and nail to get as far as you could from, was still giving you grief.

It killed Rio to know all of this too. To see the scars that she trusted him enough to explain. To explain why she's afraid to have children of her own, to understand what made her into the beautiful, strong and confident woman she turned into too. How could Rio hurt someone who accepted him so wholly?

It made him sick to think about. Honestly, he felt like a toxic rapper who does his woman wrong and everyone but her seems to know. He felt like the definition of shit.

"...be?"

"Huh?"

"Is thai food alright with you, babe?"

"Yeah. Yeah sorry I just dosed off for a moment." Just like that, her voice was like a light shinning through the dark. Her face reflected concern, and she ran a manicured nail over his cheek. On instinct he clasped her hand in his.

"What's wrong with you?" Her voice an even whisper. He wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her literally everything, and he meant everything. Everything about himself, not the partly fabricated tale he told her about his life for the sake of keeping her at an arms length.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Rio gave a small chuckle.

"Nah just thinking about you mamas." Rio smirked up at her and saw her playful eye roll.

"Boy, if you don't do something with yourself." She laughed with a the smile he'd fallen in love with, pinching him on his chest and he winced before letting out a laugh. Rio grabbed his pants from the side of the couch where he hastily threw them when he came home to 'handle business'. Pulling out his wallet, he plucked his credit card out of the folds. He chuckled and handed it to her, where it was gracefully accepted. Within seconds, Rio felt like he could feel the money being pulled from his heart and his card.

"I'm gonna go take a shower, you keep an ear out for the food." She announced, slipping out from underneath him and leaving his head to connect with the couch.

"Without me though?" He watched her walk out of the living room and to her bathroom, sliding the boxers off in the process. If anything she was relentless in her desire to tease him.

"Don't be gross." She chastised, tossing her shirt off behind her and Rio admired her perfect body before she was out of sight and the door behind her closed.

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"Flowers?" Beth raised an eyebrow at the large bundle in the back of his car. Rio glanced back, the flowers and immediate reminder of what was waiting for him right after this. He couldn't even fight the grin. This girl had him feeling butterflies, kicking his feet and giggling when she wasn't even there and it was only eight months.

"For my lady." It was Fall now. The changing leaves reminded Rio of his changing heart, his changing mind. How he changed so much in the last eight months in so many ways that he couldn't even describe.

Coming up on their eight month anniversary and Rio wasn't even close to playing when it came to celebrating. That big ass bouquet was just the first part. He had a pair of matching necklaces for the two of them, a set of twin cuban links with a nice romantic saying, 'Semper Fidelis' (Always Faithful) carved into them.

Especially since his relationship with Beth had been a recent source of anger between the two. In all fairness, Rio told her he was involved in the stock market, which technically wasn't a lie. She knew he did something illegal though and didn't seem to care as long as neither of them got arrested.

What he didn't explain was what a big tittied white woman was doing calling his phone in the middle of the night and why she sounded so upset when she answered instead of him. Or why there were so many calls between the two of them when Rio was at work when Rio requested she don't blow his phone up when he's at work. Or why when he came home early to have lunch with her he had to leave in the middle because Beth had been blowing his phone up during their entire meal.

Honestly though, Rio knew better than to trip about it. Shit, Rio knew he wasn't even feeling Beth's annoying ass like that. If it was him, some dude called his girl in the middle of the night then had the audacity to sound annoyed when HE answered the phone? He would've flown off the handle before the call even hung up. He'd be out of bed, pulling up his pants and boxers, grabbing his gun and his keys and half way into his shoes.

"You have a girlfriend?" Beth asked, eyes bugging out of her head, mouth open in shock. Why did she look like a salmon?

"You sound shocked. I got game, Elizabeth. Anyways, about your issue tell your FBI man that I hit or whatever." Pushing down the button, she still sat there gaping at him.

"What...?" She blinked, hushing her voice as if someone was gonna hear them. Part of him wanted to tell her to get the fuck out so he could get the fuck home. But in the past eight months, he learned how to have a bit more patience.

"Tell him we made love." Wiggling his eyebrows he made a motion for her to get out of his vehicle and she made her way out. Thank God.

Turning on his engine he winded down the window of the passenger window.

"Make me sound good." And with that he was gone.

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As crazy and inebriated as her momma was for most of her childhood, sometimes she was smart. Like when she taught her how to fight when those girls at school wanted to jump her. Like when she taught her and her sisters to never and she meant NEVER leave your sister in a pinch no matter whats going on between you three. When she taught her how to hot wire a car, and especially when to know if a man was lying.

There were more life lessons, like how to make a crack pipe on the go or how to hide from the police but what can you really learn from someone who was drunk as shit most of your life?

So imagine how shocked and confused she was when she realized 'dang. my momma was right, all niggas are liars.' because her boyfriend had been lying to her their entire relationship? Was it lying or omission? Was she gonna pack her shit and leave without a word to his no-good-low-down-lying-scheming-dirty-bastard self, or put hands on him and go to jail? Lots of decisions for a girl to make in one night. One thing she did decide on the moment she got that phone call from her mom this morning, and got those photos that were taken that first night they met: it was over.

She wished all she felt was anger but that was a lie. With Rio, no Christopher, things were easy. She really was in love, he made her heart swell up like a balloon. When she was at her worse, he was right there and understood and helped her in the best way he could. Understood her anger, understood her sadness. Whatever choice she made, he stood behind it no matter what. He wasn't the type of guy (maybe he could've been, it was clear that she had no clue who he really was) to just sit there and act like he always knew better than you. No, he listened to her, gave her an ear and when she asked for it advice.

This hurt. This wasn't just sadness and betrayal, it was despair. To know that after she fought to get away from her mother. After she got up, walked out that house with nothing but the clothes on her back and said 'if i'm homeless i'm homeless, but its better than being with you' and never saw her again it was only because of that woman that she met someone who she was so head over heels for.

Because of that woman she was sitting here, heart broken. She was sitting here, after sobbing her eyes out in disbelief, after deleting every single picture of the two out of her phone. She was sitting here drowning in rage and betrayal. No. No for once, she couldn't put all the blame on her.

Christopher made the choice to play in her face. He made the choice to waste eight months of her life. To lie, and say he loved her like would be the only woman for him. He probably was cheating on her with that white bitch (with a name like Elizabeth she had to be) and they were probably laughing at her for the past eight months cuddled up together. He made the choice and she fell for it. Outside, the lights of his car pulling up roused some sort of rage deep inside of her. A little voice in her head spoke, it said take a bottle to the backside of his head.

Taking the bottle of liquor next to her, and rearing her arm back over her head she pondered if she was really going to listen to that little voice.

It an easy decision to make.

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"You stupid fuck! Really Christopher, this is what we on?" The scream, and the bottle hitting the wall right next to the door was his greeting. Not a 'hi baby, how was work' like usual. He could already guess he was not about to hit tonight.

"What the fuck? What is your problem?" He yelled back, in this instance he was justified in his screaming considering the murder attempt.

"My problem? My problem? You dickhead, your my fucking problem! You thought shit was sweet? You thought I was just gonna let it slide?" She laughed, anger literally rolling off her.

Taking a moment to look around Rio noticed a few things: the photo of them that was on the table next to her couch was tipped over, the glass shattered the frame on the ground. There was a half empty bottle of wine and a broken glass in the sink. There was a manilla folder, one that he was praying he didn't recognize (but he was starting to think he did), clutched in her shaking hand. Her curly hair was a mess, like she'd been tugging at it in anger.

Sure he knew she'd always been a little bit crazy, he was actually really into it, but did he think this was how their eighth anniversary would start? Nope.

His stomach started to drop. It had been a few months since his business with her mother ended and he was truly hoping from the bottom of his heart hoping she would never find out. He ruled out her mother somehow finally worrying about her enough to tell her.

"What is that?" Rio asked, slamming the door behind him and stepping into the apartment fully. Her neighbors only needed to hear the first part of their exchange, nothing more. She took three defiant steps backwards. The lights were all off, and only the TV was on.

"Got this in the fucking mail today." She growled, throwing the packet at his face. Clear as day, the pictures he had taken of them. For proof. One the first night they met, two on their first date, three when they went to the arcade together and played every game you both could manage and he found himself really trying to impress her. That was when he realized her had a bit of a problem. Then a few more, but eventually they stop after the first two months of their relationship.

The next four months of them being together he resorted to threats and by some miracle her mother found a way to pay off her debts and he was done with her by month six. But not using her for only two out of eight months of their relationship was not a good look.

An awkward silence settled over the two, his stomach feeling heavy. He started to feel warm from shame and fear. The room felt like it was spinning and his mouth felt dry. Even before she said it he knew that he just lost the best thing in his life.

"And some phone calls. Not only did you fucking use me, you also threatened my mom and found my sisters houses?! You dickhead, I'll kill you." She roared, throwing a near by object, which he narrowly dodged.

"Why did you play in my fucking face? For eight fucking months you decided to play in my face and be laid up with me and act like you love me, are you serious?" His head hung low, shame and disappointment and anger. Anger because he knew one thing for sure, this was no ones fault but his. He made the decisions he made. That was on no one but him.

"What you can't fucking talk now? You don't know words? But when that hoe Beth called you could sit up on the phone with her about bullshit right?" She yelled. Rio couldn't even find words. Where should he even start? Beth seemed like the worse place to start.

"Right?" She yelled again, getting in his face before stepping back and breaking into deranged laughter putting a hand on her forehead in outrage. He was panicking. What did he do? Yell at her when he knew he was wrong? Yell at himself for hurting her? What was he even supposed to do in a situation like this? A dry and tear-filled laugh shook him from his thoughts.

"Why though? Why did you do this, I trusted you. I gave you my heart, I gave you my fucking everything. If you can't trust you, then what can I trust?!" The broken sob cut through Rio like a knife. She threw her arms out and drunkenly staggered a bit. She stared, eyes pleading for an answer. An explanation. Anything? But for the first time in a long ass time, Rio had no idea what to say. He felt his palms sweat, gaze still fixed on the photos.

She would never smile at him the way she was in those pictures again. And she grinned as bright as the Sun in each photo except for the first.

When she was still met with silence, Rio resigned. He wanted to say something. Damn, why couldn't he speak? Why was he just sitting there? She was just as confused (surely more confused) as Rio.

"I can't believe this. I let you in and you really sat there and played with me. And you really don't got shit to say either? Well guess what nigga, it's done. I'll die before you hear my voice again, before you ever seem me again. And I could sit up here and yell and scream at you but you know what my momma taught me? As worthless as she was she taught me one thing: the best way to hurt a man is to move on. Get the fuck out." And just like that, before Rio could even say a word it was all over.

The next few minutes were a blur. A trash bag with all his shit was thrown out the window after he was shoved out of her apartment. All the gifts he'd gotten her, the shoes, the jewelry, even her cart that had her name custom printed on it, were tossed out there too. Rio sat out there, outside her apartment complex for what felt like hours.

Shit it probably had been hours. The flowers in the back taunted him. He wanted to stomp on them, he wanted to kick and scream at the world. Why did he fucking do that? For his job of course. Fuck that job, look where it got him. Standing outside the apartment of the love of his life.

Worse, he didn't even speak to defend himself, and she tossed him out so quick that it left his head spinning. He wasn't even sure how he walked to the elevator and made his way to his car. He wanted to die, he wanted to collapse, he wanted to go all the way back in time and tell himself to call off everything and meet her some other way. Now he lost everything that could've been lost to him.

And it was all because of his decisions.

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THE DESPERATE HERO

YANDERE IZUKU MIDORIYA

Warning: May contain triggering content, sexual assault, non-consensual touching, creepy and stalkerish behavior, and yandere content.

Summary: She has been a fickle little friend, and her avoidant nature leads up to a disastrous position, and her best friend is the center of it all. Grown into a man, a focused and determined young man that meets with his distant friend who will avoid him at any cost. What shall occur?

"Hey, I stopped by to see you again, are you home?" three taps on the door and her shoulder flinch up, blood-shoot eyes swift to steady on the voice behind the main entrance, menacingly dark and unwelcoming, "I want to talk to you, please don't ignore me." he pleaded, another series of knocks chimed throughout her space and tensed up the peace. Then, it began. The phone calls.

The device illuminated with life in the clutches of her hand, stiff and unrelenting against the soft metal that buzzed silently, she peered down and without a thought, pressed her finger on the power button and brought the screen into darkness. Lifeless and still.

"You don't even pick up your phone, how am I supposed to talk to you? Please just let's sit down and speak, I'm sorry for what I did the night before." he continued, "I wasn't thinking straight." He had leaned closer to the door, kept his hand on the handle, and tried to listen in to her movements she's sure. "You don't have to isolate yourself, there are people who care about you, please let me help you."

The peacekeeper talk had crawled under her skin, the times he uses it to bring about change that would benefit him, and keep her aware of her every wrongdoing. Her bad habit of pushing people out of her life had become a prominent obstacle in his way, and he had his chances.

She knew she should have kept away from him the moment he held her hand, but best friends always do, so she never said anything about it.

She really should have pulled her hand back when he blushed and flashed her a shy smile, gently combing through his green hair and leaving no space between them. She was wrong in not doing anything.

"I... Know you were avoiding me since the time we held hands, you were cutting me out of your life and I didn't want that! I want to be your friend forever, I want to help you, please let me in." his voice held no motive other than to convince her she was the one who was overreacting. Somehow, his kiss was a friendly gesture, and she'd never believe that the innocent izuku had put his lips on hers, he just didn't seem the most courageous. When it came to her, at least.

"That one time, I called out your name, you almost pretended that you didn't hear me and walked into the bathroom, that was mean of you but I'm not mad, I get it, I'm somewhat clingy, and I'll try my best not to be. So, please open the door."

She would rather risk their friendship than feel the immense discomfort of being observed under his gaze, but confrontation seems impossible once she steps out and into the wide big world, he'd find her during his duty and she would have to sprint back home in a sweaty mess. Barely managing to dodge him all while.

Her eyes locked onto the handle and saw it shift, she knew his patience was cracking and she'd be one to piece them back for the sake of harmony.

He never liked her pushing him out of her life. All too many times, that seemed to be the case for her, and to get him off her back she would get to be the peacekeeper.

"Please let me inside your life. I want to be a part of it, even if a little. I want to be by your side."

The hopelessness in his voice made her reconsider, made her sympathetic for a moment, and provoked her to get onto her feet and move toward the only thing blocking him out. The one thing she's hesitant to unseal.

Resting her hand on the wood, she bends to look into the peak hole. Standing near, he's drawing in breath quicker, and the tears pooled in his eyes made her will weaker and the desire to let him in stronger. But she knows better.

"Please, I can't live without you. Let me in..." he inhaled a choked sob, "I love you... I love you so much, it hurts."

"You know, I think you're cool... Cooler than me, at least." she laughed, chugging down her last portion of vanilla tea, and looked at the astonished man with smiling eyes. His freckled cheeks vaguely appeared red before the fluorescent lights, his mug in his hands held tighter while he gulped.

"Thanks, that means a lot coming from you," he replied, fondly staring at his beverage. Before lifting his gaze back up to see her walk into the kitchen, he kept his glass down and suddenly stood up. Followed in her trail and ended up behind her as she was calmly washing her cup.

Izuku didn't know where he found the intrepidity to finally wrap his arms around her waist and rest his chin in the crook of her neck, something he's been wanting to do forever. She didn't seem all that stunned at first, she kept still and slowly turned around to face him. An unanswered question lingered in her head, her eyes questioning his abrupt change.

"I love you... so much..." he starts, staring into her and steadying his grip, the distance between them was little and he's never felt his heart racing so fast, he forgets what he set out to complete.

"I figured that much." she giggled but it wasn't her usual teasing one, this one had a sad tone, "I knew this was coming and I still wasn't prepared for it." she carried on, "I'm not ready to commit to a relationship, I'm far too avoidant for it. Plus, I'll only hurt you and that's what I've done so far so, I'm sorry to deny your feelings but, I can't do it."

She gently attempts to shake him off, but he doesn't let her and quickly stumbles to give a reason, "No! no, you are not, you've never hurt me and you and I know each other better than anyone else, I want to be a part of your life so please don't push me out after so long. We can try, can't we?" He brings her back close, sealing the gap so much so their nose touches.

"I know you better and no matter how much you try to cut me out, I'll keep coming back for you, I love you that much. I can't imagine being without you."

"No, we both know it's only going to hurt us so let's not get ahead of ourselves and stop, you have a life better worth spending on someone else, you know it, so let me go izuku," she argued and forcibly made her way out of his embrace.

"I want to spend it with you!!" he yells, in a frenzy corners her into a kitchen counter and the electronics fall out of place while the clean cup she had set down drops to the floor and into a handful of chunks. She looks at him and she's taken aback by the strength he used on her, laid down in an awkward position she whimpers and pushes her hand against his chest.

"I don't want to." she hisses, catching the man off-guard as he goes quiet with the realization. Hurt displayed in his leafy green eyes, she knew she hit a nerve.

"You can't cut me out of your life again, I won't let you..." it was sudden and raw, anger twisting his features into a person she's rarely seen, and the kiss had barely registered in her mind while she contemplates the unexpected change in the tides.

His scarred hand lowered down to her hip, while her futile attempts at throwing him off her seemed impossible. Suffocated by the kiss, she squirms in misery feeling his lips press down on hers and his body radiating heat that made it so much more unbearable.

She snakes her hand to claw into his arm but it didn't induce an expected reaction of pain, instead, he moaned, and took it as a sign to continue.

Certain the moment he leans back and disconnects their kiss, she'll scream.

He didn't want that.

Cupping her face, he muffles whatever struggling noise she makes, he sadly stares down at her face and gives her a reassuring smile, his right hand moving down to her warm spot, before slowly feeling her long skirt, and revealing the color of her panties.

"I promise I'll take care of you..." he whispers, snuggling closer to her body heat and caging her underneath him.

He seemed to blush with glee, while he unbuttons her green shirt and fests his eyes on the black bra perfectly fitting her chest, he slightly trembles as he traces his hand against her collarbone. His ear redden, and his stiff muscle loosened.

He chuckles, tears gathered in his eyes while he slopes his head down, "I love you... I love you so much, it almost hurts." he mutters against her skin, then looked up at her. "I want to be someone special to you."

"I just want you..."

The doorbell rings, piercing the stagnant air as izuku quickly drags his attention to the unwanted visitor, his hold on her face grew tight. This was her chance, but her silenced words could only be heard by izuku.

"Pizza delivery." shouted a monotone voice.

"Hello, ma'am?" he repeated four knocks. "I'll leave the pizza by the porch." he finished once no response came from anyone, and soon, she was left alone with him.

But the slight deviation was what she needed.

Grabbing the steel pencil holder, she banged it on his head and used her leg to give him one final shove to get him off her, immediately after making a mad dash to her room and closing the door in time. Not stopping there, she ran to her bathroom and locked herself in for what seemed like a day before he decided to leave.

Not after slamming into the door once or twice.

She remembers coming out of there, scared inside her own house while she checks every room and every hidden place to see if he had truly left, she locked herself in her house and hasn't decided to leave until he showed up again.

If he wanted to, he could burst through the door and get to her. But for however long it takes, she will not let him enter her life again.

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lotomber · 8 months

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Hello! hope your day is good! Can I request a Dazai x fem reader oneshots for a Royalty AU!

Where Dazai and reader were forced into an arranged marriage for war peace/ something else. At first Dazai doesn't like the idea and kinda hated reader, but eventually fall in love with her because of her kindness and patient.

I know it's kinda alot but hopefully you consider my request!

Thank you!

Hello, I really liked your idea👀 I tried my best to make it to your liking. Do tell me if you enjoyed it.😄

Yes to heaven ~✨Pt1|| Pt2

(ROYALTY AU!)

Pairing: Prince Dazai x Fem! Reader

Warning: arranged marriage, Enemies to lovers, Dazai being an ass to you at first, slightly suggestive at the end

Word count: ~1.4k

The Crown Prince of Eastern empire was known to be free soul, someone who doesn't like to be bound by rules and regulations. To such a Prince an arranged marriage was a nightmare. It all happened when he was summoned by the emperor a month ago. It was not the first time when his father the king arranged a married partner for him, he always used his antics to get rid of them but this time it was different. Dazai was told that if he doesn't agree to marry the princess of western empire he would be dethroned from his position as the prince, just for the sake of peace negotiations.

" Your Highness, the delegation from the western empire will be arriving tomorrow. And the wedding will be held the day after. I was told by the king to inform you all the preparations are done so you are to escort the princess tomorrow." said the grand chamberlain.

" Hah!! why should I escort her ? "

" That's cause she is your fiancée and soon to be wife. and I am sure the emperor already warned you to be on your best behavior" chamberlain warned him.

Dazai really hated the idea of marrying a complete stranger, much to his dismay he had no choice in this matter.

Next day when the delegation arrived Dazai was also waiting for you. He pretended not to but was still somewhat curious about what kind of person you were. The moment you came out of your carriage, Dazai was mesmerized by your beauty, he had heard the rumors of the western princess being an absolute beauty, he felt that the rumors did no justice to your beauty. But he tried to maintain his façade of not being interested. After all the formalities and the audience with the emperor, Dazai was told to show you your chamber.

It was finally the two of you alone and you tried to initiate a conversation with him but he paid no heed to your small talks.

" I'll get straight to the point, this marriage is just for the sake of our countries not because we want it. so don't even try to expect something from me. Either way you'll have to bear me. The maids will show you the rest of the way." Dazai deadpanned and just left you there before you could even reply.

After that you didn't get any opportunity to see him until the wedding. It was a grand wedding, delegations from various countries were there to witness the two empires tying knot. But to Dazai none of it mattered it was just something he had to get over with.

After the wedding was over, you were waiting for him in your chambers for the first night but he never came. The next morning you asked the maids about Dazai's whereabouts, they told you that he left the palace this early morning to inspect nearby villages due to flooding and won't be back for another week. A week passed and you were quick to adjust to your new surroundings, due to your open personality everyone took a liking to you already. When Dazai returned he saw you taking a walk in the garden, talking to the knights nearby. That evening he invited you for tea and you finally got the chance to talk to him.

" Hmm ~ I see you are already familiarized with the people in the palace. One might even think you've been living here for a long time." Dazai said sarcastically.

" Well after all my husband left me alone for a week just after our marriage so I had to get accustomed here. " Dazai was vexed by your response.

" I think I already told you not to expect anything from me. Besides you are surprisingly doing well for someone who was married off in a foreign land against her will. "

" I think you are mistaken about something, although it's true our marriage was arranged but marrying you was my own choice, no one forced this all on me." you told him firmly. Dazai was shocked by your response.

" Good for you then. Suit yourself. " he said hiding his initial bewilderment and then left.

After that day Dazai joined you for lunch or dinner frequently. Sometimes he also joined you for tea or brunches. He stopped avoiding you to a certain measure, instead he started to playfully annoy you but you were never bothered by him. You both started to hit it off together sometimes he rants to you about how the other nobles bother him or how his father nags him about his responsibilities. Or he just simply jokes around. He also started to observe you more, despite being a princess initially, you never looked down on others you always treated others with kindness no matter their status. You were not like the other stuck up noble women he met before. As the time went by you just started to plague his mind.

Soon after a banquet and a grand ball was held in celebration of emperor's birthday. Everyone was quiet busy due to the preparations, so was Dazai he couldn't find time to meet you. It was on the day of the ball he could finally see you after a long time. As you were to go together as a couple. You were getting ready by your maids when when he came to pick you up, so he was told to stay outside. When you came outside Dazai couldn't take his eyes off of you, calling you pretty was an understatement. To him you looked like an angel descended from heaven. Your long silk gown cupping your curves perfectly, Your long hair tied up in a bun letting some loose strands fall on your shoulders, those long eyelashes, your eyes which seemed to contain the whole universe in them, oh and those red lips of yours oh how would it feel to touch them ? He could feel himself melt in your presence.

" Shall we go ? " as you asked him he was shook away from his trance.

He was quiet all the way to the ballroom which was unusual for him and you were quick to notice that he was acting strange. Before you could ask him what was wrong your entry was announced.

Crown prince Dazai and princess ( name ) have arrived.

After that you both proceeded to greet the emperor and few other nobles. It was your first time coming to such a social event after your marriage. You were quickly surrounded by people who wanted to win your favor. You tried to find Dazai but he was pulled by other nobles. After some time you were able to get out of from the crowd. You were completely exhausted so you decided to have drink. Just then someone came to ask you for a dance, you puzzled whether to accept or not cause it would be impolite to reject his invitation. Suddenly Dazai came from behind and grabbed you by your waist.

" Sorry gentlemen but my wife seems to be tired so we will be taking our leave. If you will excuse us ." Dazai said smiling but there was an underlying sternness in his voice. Everyone left you alone after that. For the whole evening Dazai couldn't take off his eye from you, he saw you surrounded by those snake like people trying to gain your attention. What pissed him even more were those scummy men who were trying to approach you thinking as if they have a chance with you.

As for you, It was the first time Dazai ever called you his wife you were taken aback by his demeanor so you just asked him,

" Since when did you start calling me your wife?" you taunted him.

" Well technically you are my wife so what's wrong with me calling you my wife. Besides I don't like idea of those dirtbags thinking they could have what's mine." He then pulled you away to an empty balcony. Before you could say anything he cupped your cheeks placing his thumb on your lips smudged your lipstick. You could feel your blood running through your cheeks making you blush.

" Dazai wha- He shuts you abruptly by locking his lips with yours, It was a slow and sensual kiss. He could feel you melt in his arms as you reciprocated his kiss, hooking your arms on his neck. Both of you pull apart for a second to look at each other, then once again lean in to kiss but this time more passionate, all your senses were overpowered by the feeling of pure ecstasy, running out of breathe you pulled away again. Then Dazai suddenly whispers in your ear " Don't you think we have postponed our first night for quiet a long time~ "

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bloodlust-1 · 5 months

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༻ 3 Nights ༺ part 6

Gortash x fem Tav — mini series Explicit 18+

Summary: Gortash invites Tav to stay 3 days at his palace for the sake of an alliance. Reluctantly, she compromises for peace and it becomes an experience they won’t forget.

Part one -> here <-

Tav and her companions made their way to the lower city, the weight of recent events heavy on her mind. She had just helped Astarion in killing Cazador, a task that had taken its toll on both of them. It ached her heart to see Astarion so depressed in the days following the encounter. Despite her own inner turmoil, she had prioritized aiding her companions over fulfilling her treaty with Gortash by postponing killing Orin. However, Tav was aware that the time has come to prioritize Orin’s death, today.

As Tav walked with her group, engaging about their next target, Gale suddenly interrupted with a sense of urgency. “Tav, you’re going to want to see this,” he said, his voice tinged with concern. As he extended the Gazette, the newspaper’s headline caught Tav’s attention. “It’s not good,” Gale added gravely.

Tav scrunched her eyebrows in confusion as she read the front headline of the newspaper: “Adventurers or Absolutists? All you need to know.”

She crumpled the paper between her fingers, she irritated my whispered to herself, “No, no, no, no…” She looked up at her friends with a mixture of disbelief and annoyance, “Who would write something like this? Those damn journalists, always peeking their noses into things they don’t understand!”

"Shit. that damn Gazzette... well at least the paper didn't mention what we looked like. But we don't have enough time before they do." Karlach added as she peeked over Tav's shoulder, frowning at the text.

"Damn it." She ripped off the first page, folding up the paper and stuffed it into her pocket. "For as much as I would love this fix this now, we need to get going. I bet Orin has something to do with this." Tav started to walk ahead of everyone.

“Wait, where are we going?” Gale chimed in, running from the back to accompany Tav’s side.

“To the sewers, we’re killing her today.” Tav held her head high, her vision blurring red with anger. The injustice of it all had reached a boiling point, and she could no longer tolerate the slanderous rumors that spread like wildfire.

"Oh, what fun!" A small giggle left Astarion's lips. "But please, do watch where you step. It smells vile down there." Despite the evident disgust on his face, there was a slight hint of excitement in his eyes.

In the city, the wait has finally come to an end. The bloodshed in the name of Bhaal would no longer taunt the people. What started as a rather tedious quest turned into a ritual with pure malice, culminating in the lifeless body of Orin in its inhuman form - a sight straight out of the hells. Killing Orin was no easy task; it required everything they had to take her down. Tav, witnessing the evil firsthand, realized that Orin was even more twisted than Gortash. Finally fulfilling Gortash’s request to rid the world of Orin, Tav now prepared to pay him a visit. But first, she sought healing from Halsin after nearly exhausting all her strength in the battle against Orin.

“Thank you, Halsin.” Tav calmly spoke to him as his hands glowed in pure magic, his hands cleansed her body of any pain. Only leaving behind the small cuts and bruises.

“I really hate seeing you like this. You should not be the one covered in bruises.” He had a sadness in his eyes. No woman should be bruised to this extent.

“Well you know we really haven’t gotten much of a choice lately. I’m just glad we have someone like you here with us.”

Halsin’s gentle touch and intense gaze had a calming effect on Tav, relaxing her body and mind. The silence between them was noticable, and Tav couldn’t help but feel a little nervous under his watchful eye. Tav found herself drawn to Halsin’s intelligence and the way he made her feel like he was always looking out for her well-being. Not to mention how handsome she found him.

However, there was something about Halsin that didn’t quite click for Tav. Perhaps it was his almost fatherly demeanor, or the fact that he was always so sweet and caring. Whatever it was, it made her feel like she had to be careful around him, like she was constantly on edge. Tav was able to be as raunchy as she wanted around Gortash, which made her feel more comfortable to voice her feelings around him. Even if it was mostly banter.

Despite that, he was pleasant eye candy. Her eyes matched with his for a moment before embarrassingly averting her gaze away. Halsin chuckled to himself from the flush of her cheeks. “All done then.”

Halsin instinctively withdrew his hands and took a subtle step backward, his eyes lingering on her figure as he assessed her. “You’re truly beautiful,” he murmured softly, his voice carrying a tenderness that was unmistakable. He always worried about her health and it always felt nice to be valued by him so dearly. He did make her nervous everytime something flirtatious left his mouth.

“Thanks so much again. I’ve got to clear some things up, I’ll be heading out for now.” She looked at him with grateful eyes, giving Halsins hand a slight squeeze in return with a smile. He returned her gratitude, “Do you want me to come with you?”

“Oh no, it’s okay Halsin, really. You’ve done enough. Rest.” Tav patted his hand before grabbing her bag. She opened it to reveal Orin's twisted red knife, its blade covered in old dried blood and adorn with a nether stone. Tav ripped out the stone and handed it to Halsin, “Take this and keep it safe while I’m gone.”

Halsin took the stone and simply nodded to her favor. Tav was grateful to have such loyalty. Her eyes wandered to his biceps before shaking herself out of that naughty head space, “thank you.”

“You have a sparkle in your eyes as of lately. Though— I know it isn’t for me. Who is giving you such a spark in those eyes?”

Tav’s voice quivered as she spoke, “I— Halsin, there’s nobody…” Her words trailed off, leaving an awkward silence in the air. Shit. Tav felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, wondering if Halsin had caught on to something. Frantically searching for an excuse, she stammered, “Maybe it’s because of everyone’s company that I’m so grateful for.”

“Perhaps.” He once again smiled with knowing eyes at Tav before walking back towards his tent.

There was still daylight outside, and Tav had plenty of time to visit Gortash, even though it had been a week since she properly visited him. He had been popping up unannounced to talk to her whenever he caught her alone throughout the city. Tav was sure he wanted to speak with her, especially after Orin’s death.

Tav dressed down in a loose-fitting brown blouse and paired it with fitted pants to create a balanced look. Her hair fell loose, falling just below her hips. With her traveling bag in hand, she started her small journey to the palace, determined to prove to Gortash that Orin was no longer a threat and that their deal could finally be fulfilled. She had, after all, taken care of Orin, ensuring all business between them.

Upon entering into the palace Tav immediately called out for him. Yet, no response. Tav scoped the halls of the palace and called out a servant, “Hey, do you know where Gortash is?”

The servant, startled, responded, “O-oh, lady Tav! It’s you… He’s in his chambers.”

Tav thanked the woman before heading to his room. She’d never been in his chambers and it felt a bit too personal. As she approached the door, her heart quickened with anticipation. Should she simply open the door and enter, announce herself, or linger outside until he noticed her presence? The array of choices overwhelmed her momentarily, but Tav ultimately keep a high head and opened the door. She called out his name before hearing thunking noises hit the floor.

“Who dares to barge—“ Gortash stormed out of the bathroom, his body drenched from head to toe, a towel slung low on his hips. Water droplets rolled off his black locks and plopped onto his collarbones, leaving behind a trail of glistening beads. His eyes blazed with irritation as he confronted Tav, who stood frozen in the doorway, her mouth agape in disbelief.

She caught a glimpse of the trail of hair that ran from his chest down to his groin and disappeared into the tucked towel. As her eyes followed the path, she instantly averted her gaze. Turning around, she focused on the door, trying to distract herself from what she had just seen. “Fuck! You don't have to come stomping out half naked!“ Tav’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She could feel the heat rising from her neck to her face, making her feel like she was melting in her boots.

“My favorite assassin, how have you been?” Gortash completely disregarded the fact that he barely clothed. His demeanor was nonchalant and pleased to see Tav at this moment. It was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Instead of walking away to cover himself, he walked over to Tav’s turned back. “I was waiting for you to come tell me good news. So—“

Tav took a deep breath before answering, "Orin, she's dead." With a steady hand, she retrieved the blade from her bag and turned back to face Gortash, the weapon glinting in the light. His eyes flickered momentarily to the knife before returning to her face, his gaze piercing and intense. Tav felt a shiver run down her spine as she took in the deep scar on his chin, her mind racing with the desire to trace its path with her fingertips.

Gortash’s expression softened as he accepted the knife from Tav, there's a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. He casually discarded the weapon, letting it clatter to the floor without a second thought. His attention then shifted to Tav’s clothing. The blouse was far too big for her, and it masked her femine figure turing all her delicate curves into a shapless jumble. Not even the color suited her in the best way possible. Gortash thought he'd rather see her in a bra than the ugly shirt. He spoked up with a sense of cockiness, "I hate this color on you. Actually— the entire shirt is not flattering, really."

Tav’s mouth fell open in a mix of shock and offense. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I came here to tell you the greatest news you'll ever hear in your pathetic life, and all you can do is criticize my clothes? How classy of you,” she scoffed, her tone dripping with disbelief. Tav rolled her eyes in frustration. It seemed like he always found a way to ruin any moment of connection and attraction. “And for gods sake, put some damn clothes on…”

"The dagger— It's a lovely souvenier, dear." Gortash added as he dug into his drawers for clothes and sloppily dressed himself despite judging Tav for her unflattering blouse. "It's good that you came, I want to hear all about that fight." The shift in his demeanor caught Tav off guard – was he truly intrigued by her battle with Orin? It was an unexpected moment of connection amidst their otherwise mundane interactions.

"oh, sure..."

As they walked, Gortash led Tav to the back of the palace, where a vast and stunning garden awaited them. The garden was adorned with an array of bushes, flowers, and lush greenery, creating a picturesque scene that left Tav breathless with awe. Gortash, observed her reaction, tilted his head, and stared in approval by her response. It was a moment he could speak with her out of the stone walls, one that he knew he would never share with anyone else.

“You are a force to be reckoned with,” Gortash remarked with confidence as he looked at Tav. “I am glad that you are on my side.” His words carried a sense of trust and appreciation, hinting at the possibility of a newfound understanding between them. Tav had just completed an exceptionally important task for Gortash, and it seemed that this act had solidified a bond of trust between them. Perhaps she wouldn’t betray him after all.

"You're welcome. It was a pleasure killing her." Tav admittingly let the dark thought slip her lips. The weight of her words hit her, and she widened her eyes in realization of what she had just admitted. Instantly, she flashed an embarrassed smile at Gortash, acknowledging the sudden darkness of her confession. “She gave me one hell of a hard time… she almost killed me, to be honest,” Tav confessed with a tinge of sadness in her voice. She lowered her tone as she continued, “She turned into this— monster. It was like something straight out of the hells.”

Tav had to grapple with the impact of the horrific encounter with Orin. The weight of her words lingered in the air, painting a vivid picture of the intensity and trauma Tav had to endure. Tav felt a bit defeated in the moment, this fight took a lot of her mentally and physically.

In the midst of a tense atmosphere, Gortash chuckled at Tav's grave confession, "Am I rubbing off on you, little hero?" His words injected a small sense of light into the heavy air, although he could discern the challenge in her eyes. Seeking to reassure her, Gortash offered his support, "If there is ever a problem, you can come to me. After all, we are allies now, offically." A tinge of his voice felt cocky and playful at the end.

Tav smiled slightly and nodded her head to his offer. She felt like he was actually being genuine for once and it was a good palette cleanser to what she was used to.

They walked down a carved out stone path into the garden side by side. They were silent for the most part admiring the scenray and company. Tav bite down on her lower lip as many thoughts flowed into her head. Mostly that she now felt insecure in the baggy blouse she wore that he clearly hated so much. It felt strange to suddenly care about what he thought of her appearance.

A fleeting image of Tav’s face crossed his mind as they walked in silence. Gortash was captivated by the delicate features that seemed out of place in the harsh world he ruled. Gortash peered over his shoulder to peek at her. He found himself admiring how silky her hair was and how it curled at the end.

Gortash’s thoughts of Tav were a dangerous indulgence, one that made him vulnerable in a way he couldn’t afford. Yet, he couldn’t deny the allure of Tav’s beauty, a beauty that seemed to defy the darkness that surrounded them. Even in the brown top that consumed her natural curves, Tav was like forbidden fruit in their small bond.

But in rare moments of vulnerability, Gortash found himself lost in thoughts of Tav’s face, her silky hair, and the longing that stirred within him.

During their time apart, he watched over Tav with a keen eye, particularly noticing the stares of her companion. These stares were not just casual glances, but rather intense, lingering looks that seemed to bore into her very being. Jealousy crept under his skin like a slow-burning fire, fueled by the memories of that wizards lustful stares.

Gortash’s voice erupted abrasively from his thoughts, catching Tav's attention. The question that followed was rather random, laced with a hint of jealousy that lingered in the air. "Whose that pathetic wizard in the group? He's always staring at you."

Tav tilted her head up questionably as she stopped in her tracks, “He’s my friend. And what does it matter with you anyways?” She crossed her arms with curiosity.

In a flat, lifeless tone, Gortash elaborated his jealous statement, “Because he thinks he stands a chance with you.”

Tav was taken aback by the harshness of his jealousy. She couldn’t help but mock his behavior, “Maybe he does? He’s intelligent, sweet, and far from a homicidal maniac.” Tav playfully teased him, “What? Do you really think you stand a chance?”

Gortash let out a small, evil chuckle as he grabbed Tav’s wrist and pulled her body closer to his. His hands firmly grasped the top of her hips, closing the gap between them. With a menacing expression, he brought his face dangerously close to hers and whispered in a mean tone, “Do I not?”

Tav's eyes widdened from his advances in surprise and then responded flusteredly with a firm “No.” She shook her head in denial softly.

His index fingers traced sensually around her hips. “That’s hard to believe when your face is like this. Such big eyes that plead,” he said, gazing into her widened glossy eyes. His tone was filled with domination.

Tav could feel his gaze drilling into her, could feel the heat of his body radiating towards her. She closed her eyes, her heart racing as she waited for him to make his move.

And then, without warning, he leaned in. His lips brushed against hers lightly, then finding a sweet spot. Tav's pulse raced as she felt a rush of excitement. Kissing so openly during daylight. But Gortash’s gentle touch was reassuring, and she found herself melting into his tighten embrace.

Their lips moved together, soft and dominating, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. They gasped for air between heated kisses. Tav felt a rush of emotions, her heart pounded in her chest as she wrapped her arms around Gortash’s neck, deepening the kiss. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, locked in a passionate kiss.

As they kissed, Gortash’s grip on her tightened, pulling her closer to him. Tav felt a surge of desire, her body responding with goosebumps from his touch. Her knees grew shakey, and a growing heat tickled her body. Gortash held any additional weight that Tav lost in her legs.

His hands slipped down to her thighs, scooping her thighs up to wrap around his slender waist. Tav’s hands lovingly caressed the sides of his stubbled face, as their lips hungerly devouring the bitterness away. Tav finally traced the pad of her thumb over the deep scar on his chin.

Gortash held her body close, propping her against the nearest pillar. His hand gripped her neck, firmly holding her jaw. He pressed his hips against hers eagerly, causing Tav to let out a soft whimper of surprise. “N-Not here, not now,” she whispered.

“Isn’t this what you want— To surrender to me? " He huskily asked between the kisses. he whispered, his voice filled with desire. His intense gaze locked with hers as he spoke. Gortash's brown eyes fell into a half opened state.

Tav giggled softly against his lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The look on her face was a sight to behold, a mix of playfulness and determination that made Gortash’s heart race. She couldn’t give in so easily to have him devour her so shamelessly in his garden, not when there was still so much to explore and discover.

Tav teased him in a whisper, breaking free from his hold and taking a step back. “I never surrender, you should know that,” she said, her voice firm and seductive. Her feet touched the ground once more, and she stared flirtatiously up at Gortash, her eyes daring him to try and catch her. “I would rather watch you squirm for it.”

Tav blushed through out the teasing smiles. She reached into her pocket and unfolded the ripped newspaper article, "I expect you to fix this however."

“Mmm, tempting.” Gortash clicked his tongue in the lost of her warmth. His eyes fixated on the news clipping, he took it softly from her hands.

"Thank you— Enver." Tav smiled confidentalty at him, her hands were clasped behind her back as she began to walk backward, then turned around completely to leave the palace. Tav enjoyed keeping him on his toes. She noticed how easily he aimed to please her, and she was keenly aware of the power of her desirability over him.

To Be Continued ~

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rinasunny · 9 months

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The Lavatory scene in Red Eye's final shooting script and the movie

One of my previous posts was about how much the first script draft of Red Eye differed from the final product. The draft discussed in this post is more or less final. This draft has all the changes made after Rachel and Cillian were cast as leads and after the test screenings. But there are still some features which didn't make the cut into the final product. I'm not gonna analyse the whole script here, but shippers' favorite scene - the lavatory scene. Yeah, you can always rely on this scene to bring some juicy stuff.

SPOILERS AHEAD

Okay let's start from the moment Lisa enters the bathroom alone.

Frankly speaking, for now, I prefer the movie version. Especially the line "Okay, get up" instead of "Oh my God..." Wes Craven said in the DVD commentary about this moment:

This was tricky, between making her totally collapse, but not have her totally pathetic. And she very quickly gets herself under control.

Next, there is an interesting description of Rippner:

Also, the message on the mirror was meant to be revealed slightly earlier, but whatever.

I'm not sure about Rippner's lines here, because half of it is barely audible in the film. Also quite ironic that the underlined part is not in the movie at all.

Okay, now really important stuff starts kicking in. Rippner practically spills out the fact that he is ATTRACTED to Lisa right at her face. The script makes it clear, that she now knows this and tries to use his attraction (and his regret) to persuade him to give up on Keefe assassination plan. Funny enough, she almost succeeds until he notices her scar. Personally, I think "You're beautiful..." line (and hair brushing) should have stayed in the final cut. Not only for the sake of the ship, but for the fact that without it Lisa's "You don't have to do this" sounds really naive.

Some of you may argue that this is all relevant for the movie, they just made it more subtle. Well, Movie-Lisa's best guess that Movie-Rippner might be attracted to her is the way Cillian looks at Rachel. On one hand many people point out that they do have chemistry and sexual tension, on the other the movie on its own leaves watchers to wonder whether the characters had any romantic feelings towards each other or not. And I probably stumbled upon a comment on YouTube, which interpreted the "You don't have to do this" line more as "You're so pretty, why do you have to be evil?" (or something along these lines)

Also I think that clarification would make Lisa a more nuanced character (by the fact that she tries to manipulate a villain into giving up on his villainy).

Also, as you may have noticed, the scar was meant to be on her neck, makes sence, given her backstory (He held a knife to my throat). I guess they moved it down just so Rippner wouldn't notice it earlier (though the script also mentions, that Lisa was meant to wear a sweater). I, personally, on the back of my horny mind, think he wasn't looking for scar when he gazed on her breast ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

A little note: Script-Lisa looks away saying "No" while Rachel looks straight into his eyes, but starts trembling instead.

By the way, Rippner wasn't meant to slam and choke her just yet.

I guess he just let her out to wipe out the messege. Here Lisa gives up on conving him.

Only after he finished wiping he starts to choke her. Also, pay CLOSE ATTENTION on what Rippner's lips do here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Yep, he almost kisses her.

I guess the changes movie made here were for the sake of pacing.

Another important difference: Rippner fixes both their outlooks to be more presentable. Lisa protests a bit.

I guess the movie crew decided they don't need to fix their look that much.

Also, I prefer the movie's "Peachy" instead of just "Good", though both lines are in the movie lol.

On the final note, I guess "Thanks for the quickie" line makes a bit more sence given we have Rippner's crawling lips there ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

So, these were the differences of the lavatory scene between the script and the movie. Hope you had as much shipping excitement as I did.

P.S: The link to the script. If you're a fan I strongly suggest to download it, it may easily become a lost media, like an earlier draft.

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Wanna be Yours (Pt 5/5)

(A/N: I hate the scene this gif is from don't get me wrong but dayum is Sam gorgeous af in it)

Sam Winchester x Reader

Feelings are finally admitted and acted upon

@lacilou s idea that she graciously let me run with

NSFW things ahead

"Are we going to talk about whatever happened the other night when we were at the bar with Ronnie?" Dean cut his eyes up at Sam when he sat down across from him at the table and shrugged "Don't know what you mean?"

Sam leveled his brother with a look "I mean we were all getting along just fine, me and Ronnie were dancing then all of a sudden we needed to hit the road? And the twins never did show up" Dean shrugged again "Maybe they decided to stop off at a hotel, who knows with those two"

Sam shook his head, he wasn't ever going to get a straight answer out of Dean and since that night you would hardly be in the same room as him. He felt like he was being left out of a big secret and didn't like it. "I think there's more than that" Sam pushed and Dean let out a hard breath of air "You want the honest truth?" Sam nodded "Yeah, I do"

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Dean glanced towards the hall then back at Sam "I see how you look at her Sammy. I've known you your entire life" Sam felt his eyes widen, so Dean knew. Shit, he hadn't ever wanted his older brother to know he had feelings for his girl.

"Dean, you got to know I never meant to develop feelings for her" he didn't miss the look of confusion that flashed across Dean's face "What do you mean never meant to.." but he cut him off "I know you and her are close and I wouldn't want to step on your toes with anything but she's just well she's her... she's beautiful and smart. She's as sarcastic as you are but the sweetest person you've ever wanted to meet at times. She's one of the most amazing hunters I've ever met, she'll stand toe to toe with a demon and not blink an eye but she'll tear up at some movie she's watched a thousand times or get into a book she's read a hundred times to the extent she'll throw it into the wall. She's a force of nature, she's got this pull to her.. I'm sorry man but yeah I've fallen for her. I hope you can forgive me"

Sam expected a lot in that moment. Yelling, Dean to walk out hell anything except for Dean to start laughing. "What?" He questioned and Dean shook his head, laughing harder "You've been thinking all these years that me and Y/N what exactly...keep quiet and mess around behind your back? You've seen me go home with women!"

Sam shrugged, feeling like he was missing out on a lot "I figured it may be an open relationship? I mean you two move on hunts like you share one mind. You have unspoken conversations, she likes a lot of the stuff you like and she's been a steady in your life since you were nineteen"

Dean shook his head again before wiping a hand down his face "Yeah, Sammy she's my best friend. She means a lot to me but we've never crossed any lines like that. Jesus I thought you two were smart"

Sam shrugged one shoulder "Yeah well...wait us two?" Dean's face was nearly comical when he caught his slip up "Shit she's gonna kill me. Don't tell her I said that ok?" A smile slipped onto Sam's face "Are you saying she feels the same?" Dean rolled his eyes at that "For fucks sake, you're a grown man she's a grown woman, go talk to her. I'm not getting in the middle of it"

Dean stood to walk out the kitchen leaving Sam to wonder what his next move should be.

You were standing in the laundry room, waiting for your load to get done when Dean popped his head into the door "Hey sweetheart, I'm headed to meet Donna and Garth. I'll be back in a few hours. You need anything?"

You shook your head "No i think im good. Might want to grab more detergent and dryer sheets. Is Sam going with you?" He held your gaze for a moment before saying "Nope. He'll be here" you rolled your eyes "Does Donna and Garth even need your help?" He simply grinned "I'll see you tonight" "Yeah. Be safe so I can kick your ass when you get back" he laughed "You got it"

You watched him walk out and shook your head. He was trying to force your hand, damn him. You felt a chill and regretted running around the bunker in just sleep shorts and a tshirt but most of your clothes had been dirty. You looked around and found a stack of folded shirts on a shelf, you grabbed a flannel out of the bunch and slipped it over your shoulders. You weren't surprised when it fell to your thighs considering how short you were compared to both Winchesters.

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You waited until both of your loads were done and folded then grabbed your basket to head to your room and put them away.

You clicked your radio on to play music and started humming along to the song as you moved around the room, replacing what clothes went into drawers and repacking your go-bag.

The thought of Sam being somewhere in the bunker kept flicking through your mind. Dean was right, you needed to tell Sam. Neither of you were blushing virgins here. You shook your head and finished putting your laundry away.

Once you were done you turned the radio off then headed out of your room. The floor was cold under your bare feet but you were headed for Dean's tv room. The thought was to hide from Sam but you needed something to drink first.

You stepped into the kitchen and nearly ran back out when you spotted Sam pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge but froze when he looked up at you and smiled "Y/N"

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Sam had gone on an early run then grabbed a shower after Dean left. He needed to clear his head and think about what to do.

He walked into the kitchen to grab some water and the moment he leaned into the fridge he heard a noise behind him and looked up to see you standing in the doorway. You were wearing black sleep shorts and one of Dean's old Led Zeppelin shirts but what struck out to him was the fact that you were wearing his flannel as well. The image of you only wearing his flannel flashed his mind and he cursed himself for it. He didn't even really know how you felt or what you wanted.

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He felt a smile slip onto his face "Y/N" you smiled back at him "Hey Sam. Um pass me a bottle of water?" He held the one out that was in his hand "Here, I haven't opened it" you took it with a nod "Thanks"

You stood there for a moment then motioned towards the hall "Want to watch a movie?" He didn't hesitate to say yes. He grabbed another bottle of water and followed you down the hall.

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You were acutely aware of Sam at your back as you walked down the hall trying to think of a good movie you could watch with him but all you could think about was how those black joggers fit him and how tight that shirt looked across his shoulders.

You walked into the TV room and flicked the string lights on instead of the overhead then grabbed the remote. You sat down on one side of the couch and Sam sat on the other. You finally decided on a slasher flic you and Dean had watched a thousand times.

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You settled back into the cushions and tried to concentrate on the screen but you felt Sam's eyes on you. After a minute you paused the movie and turned to face him, tucking one leg under your body "Yes Samuel"

He grinned slightly "That's my flannel" you raised an eyebrow "Oh, I'm sorry. I can take it off" You moved to pull it off your shoulders but he grabbed your arms gently "Looks better on you" you were a bit too aware of how close the two of you were in that moment and he quickly dropped your arms muttering an apology.

You stared at each other for a moment before you both tried to speak. He smiled "Ladies first" you nodded moving a bit closer to him "Cards on the table here Winchester. I have feelings for you. It's developed over times and just gotten worse. It's awkward because you're my best friend's brother and younger than me but it happened"

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He was silent for a moment and you were mentally kicking Dean's ass when Sam suddenly reached across pulling you into his lap. You gasped at the sudden movement, bracing your hands against his chest.

He smiled up at you and your breath caught "Thank God because if I had to go much longer without doing this I don't know what I'd do" you were about to question him when he pulled you down to him.

The moment your lips met his you melted against him. His lips moved against yours like he was a drowning man pulling in his last breath of air. Your hands found his hair, tangling in it and he groaned lightly as he tightened his grip on you, rolling his hips up to meet yours as his tongue flicked into your mouth.

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When you were forced to pull away to catch your breath he rested his head in the bend of your neck, both of your chests were heaving slightly. You felt his lips teasing the skin of your neck and fought against the moan that wanted to escape you "Sam" He stilled his movements "I like you saying my name like that"

You smiled but pulled back further to force him to look at you "Are we both wanting the same thing?" He bought up one hand to push your hair back out of your face "I want you Y/N, not just for a couple hours or a couple days. I haven't felt like this about someone in a long time. It's been absolute torture thinking you were with Dean" you laughed at that "You thought me and Dean?" He groaned lightly "I did"

You shook your head "You beautiful, idiotic man. I've had eyes for you for so long it's kind of pathetic" he grinned "like having a crush on my brothers best friend isn't?" You shrugged then smiled at him "Where were we?"

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He pulled you back into a kiss. He started at your lips then kissed down your jaw and when he made it to your neck you didn't try to stop the light moans that escaped you. You rolled your hips against his and he groaned again, grabbing your hips "Babygirl, tell me what you want here" you felt your stomach flip at his words and the way he said them "I want you to take me to your room and show me just how much you want me" "I can do that"

You stumbled into Sam's bedroom, lips never breaking fully from each other. Once the door was shut he pushed your back against it then leaned down to slip his hands under your thighs and lift you up. You gasped as you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling how his body was reacting to you.

His hips rutted against yours as he swallowed every little sound he pulled from you. "Wanted you for so damn long....so fucking beautiful..." the praises falling from his lips for you had a fire growing in the pit of your stomach "Bed Sam. Please the bed" you mumbled against his lips and he nodded "I got you baby, I got you"

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He carried you across the room to the bed and laid you down gently, holding himself up on his arms as he looked down at you. You couldn't help yourself, you reached up to let your fingertips trace the light stubble gracing his jawline "You are so fucking gorgeous Sam" the smile he gave you in return was warm enough to put the sun to shame "Y/N, you're everything"

His lips found yours again and you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him down to you. His hips rolled down against yours and the feeling of his hard cock even through his joggers and your shorts was enough to make a moan of his name leave your lips "I want you Sam" He nodded "You got me"

You leaned up to shed the flannel and the shirt you were wearing and Sam pulled his shirt over his head as well tossing it behind him. The look in his eyes as he took in the sight of your bared chest had you clenching around nothing "So damn perfect" he whispered leaning down to catch one of your breasts between his lips.

"Fuck Sam" you moaned and felt one of his hands on your left leg, trailing up under the shorts you wore. His fingers got just shy of where you wanted them "Take em off Sam. Please" he chuckled against your skin before moving to the other breast giving it the same attention he had the other one.

He moved back up to your lips and time his mouth met yours you felt one of his fingers teasing at your entrance. You gasped into his mouth when it slipped past your folds. He added another after a moment, curling them upwards until he found that spot that had your back arching off the bed "You're so wet baby. Is this for me?" He teased working at your clit with his thumb while his fingers worked that spot deep inside of you.

You could feel that knot in your lower stomach building and when Sam moved his fingers just slightly to change the angle you felt it burst. You came with a scream of his name as he continued to finger you through your orgasm. When you pushed his hand away he slipped his fingers into his mouth, holding your gaze as he sucked them cleaned. "Taste so damn sweet"

You moaned "Fuck me Sam. Please" he grinned "Damn where is that smart mouthed woman that's always putting me and Dean in our place?" He reached for the hem of your shorts and pulled them down your legs before tossing them behind him "Sam Winchester I swear.." you started but was cut off by him laughing "Teasing babygirl. Just teasing"

He stood up to slip his joggers off and you felt your mouth drop open slightly. He was thick and long "Y/N, you good?" He asked, fisting his hard cock as a smirk slipped onto his face "I'm perfect baby, now C'mere" he climbed onto the bed, holding his weight up off of you.

When he got up to your face you pulled him down into a kiss and felt him push into you. A moan escaped you both at the feeling. He stilled once he was inside of you completely to give you time to adjust. His eyes fluttered shut just for a moment before he opened them "Fuck you feel fucking amazing" you laughed lightly considering the stretch of him had given way to pleasure "Good, move then"

He rolled his hips down into yours and you moaned "Just like that Sam" He buried his face in your neck, nipping and kissing the skin there as he worked his hips into yours, every thrust he was hitting that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars.

You were so damn close to coming again and he must have realized it because one hand slid between your bodies to play with your clit while his movements never slowed. You felt that knot burst again and your vision went fuzzy around the edges as he fucked you through your orgasm.

His thrusts started to get sloppy and more erratic and you knew he was close so you started to roll your hips up to meet his. "Come for me Sam. Let me feel how much you want me....you're so damn gorgeous and strong and fucking perfect for me..."

Your words pushed him over the edge and he buried himself inside of you with one final thrust and you felt when he came, filling you up.

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You could feel your legs shaking gently around him as he smiled down at you breathlessly "You are absolutely amazing you know that right?" You smiled "So my boyfriend tells me"

He gave you one of those heart stopping smiles again "Smart man, that boyfriend of yours" you nodded "He really is" He pulled out of you gently, apologizing when you whimpered a bit from the loss of contact.

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He reached down and found his discarded shirt to wipe you up a bit before laying down next to you and pulling you over on his chest. He traced the antipossesion tattoo on your shoulder as you traced the one on his chest "Wanna grab another shower, with me this time?" You asked and he laughed "Never feel the need to ask me just say cmon we're gonna go shower"

You looked up at him with a laugh "I think I love you Sam Winchester" He smiled brightly "Good because I think I love you too"

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yuusishi · 1 year

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As much as I love Malleus and Lilia, I still hate what they did at the Halloween event. And then when Ace says at them for showing absolutely no remorse (they admitted they had overdone it, but Lilia still said "next time we'll be more careful") My requests: Reader gives those back at school a nasty snap for it at Diasomnia. Why couldn't the two normally ask for a party instead of doing something like that. Reader also tells Lilia that he should have stopped Malleus first instead of helping. That they just completely exaggerated. At the end, Reader says that they are very disappointed in the two of them. How do the two react?

Halloween’s Consequences

pairings: Malleus Draconia , Lilia Vanrouge x gn!Reader

genre: angst ? not really

cws/tws: ooc Lilia? (first time writing him)

a/n: This took me an unholy amount of time to do because I did NOT know how to write for Lilia, especially for something like this 😭

You watched everyone go back to their own dorms after finally getting to return to NRC, the only ones you stopped are the two fae responsible for all of this

"Don't even think about getting away after all that" your voice was stern and was evidently angry.

The two looked at you and was slightly shocked to see you genuinely angry for the first time, your eyebrows furrowed even more at the sight of both of their faces

"I'll start with you Malleus..."

Malleus Draconia !!

You gave him a big sigh as you held your forehead on your hand

You were just so disappointed in both of them

"Malleus, I understand that you sympathize with the ghosts for missing the big party we had here in NRC, but kidnapping students and putting the rest of them in danger is not the right thing to do!" you yelled.

Lilia attempted to calm you down but Malleus stopped him, Malleus's face had an expression of understanding and even shame in himself

"You could've brought the ghosts over to Diasomnia or even my dorm to have your own party for them for Seven's sake! It won't be comparable to the Halloween parade we had but it's better than what both of you did".

Malleus stayed silent the entire time you were giving him an earful, taking in everything you said for future reference while Lilia stared at both of you, helpless that he was letting his Young Master be scolded like this, especially because of him egging Malleus on.

"Child of Man, I was not aware that everyone would react that way towards the ghosts, I...I give my most sincere apologies towards you and the students of Night Raven College"

You sighed once again, unsure whether to accept the apology or not

"You don't need to apologize to me, Malleus, especially since I was safe the entire time. You need to apologize to everyone else for putting them in danger, that goes for you too, Lilia" your head snapped to face Lilia once you mentioned his name

"Now it's your turn..."

Lilia Vanrouge !!

Lilia readied himself for what's to come, your face still visibly angry despite taking 10 minutes to talk to Malleus

"Lilia, your job is to take care of Malleus and help him, and usually I respect you for that, but not in this situation!" you yelled, arms crossed in front of your chest.

Another one that keeps silent, maybe this is where Malleus got it from, he kept his head up and back straight but never really looking at you in the eye, it almost makes him look like he's spacing out

"Did you really think kidnapping students would be better than just sending them a simple invitation? You could've just told them that they were going to have an escape room as a party game in the Spectral Realm"

You didn't have the energy to be angry anymore, you were sounding more exhausted than anything

"As the vice dorm leader of Diasomnia, I admit that this was a large oversight of mine, Malleus and I shall take full responsibility for this.

But as Lilia Vanrouge, I'm sorry that the ghosts attacked your friends, like what Malleus said, we didn't expect your friends' reactions towards them. If there's anything we can do to compensate for it, we're up to it"

You sighed "Look, I'm not looking to punish you guys or anything, I'm just...incredibly disappointed and even a little shocked that you both thought this was a good idea".

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Looking at the two with tired eyes, you continued "Tomorrow morning, I expect both of you to have apologized to all the students you dragged to the Spectral Realm".

After finishing you turned and left, too exhausted from the events of the last few hours (or days) to listen to what the two have to say.

Lilia and Malleus stood there unmoving, none attempting to catch up to you and defend themselves fully knowing that this was just the consequences of their actions catching up to them.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia x reader

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doukeshi-kun · 1 year

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yandere!vampire!nikolai who kept his lover in the cage to protect her. Gosh, I suddenly ran into this kind of idea when I'm doing my exam at school

𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙘𝙖𝙜𝙚

replies ⨳ hdhdhdhd maybe my trope with nikolai being petplay is real after all

contents ⨳ yandere theme, vampire au, possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, fem!reader

“Woah!”

“Haha, careful there, darling.” Nikolai caught you straight into his arms when you stumbled on your footing as your eyes were blindfolded. You huffed, only surrendering to the hold of a man who you adored as well.

“I can't see, Kolya..” you mumbled. Soon after, you felt something swoop between your arm, a pair of strong arms slithered behind your back and your knee. Then, you found yourself levitated in the air, held tightly.

“Nikolai..!” you shrieked and Nikolai giggled as he carried you somewhere. He said he prepared something and you just complied with his surprises.

Nikolai hummed a lullaby as he walked with you in his arms. A few minutes passed, and you found yourself being put down on a soft mattress. Your blindfold was still on and Nikolai stopped you from opening it the moment you touched the surface.

Somehow, this felt weird.

You heard a creak behind you. Out of instinct, you turned your head around and pulled down your blindfold. A bar. A golden bar. No, this... this is a cage. A big cage. Like a display box for jesters and clowns in the circus. And Nikolai was at the door, closing it.

“What?! What, what, what are you—?” you raised up to your feet and the cage door immediately shut closed. You held the bar with Nikolai smiling softly at you. Your face ashened, your eyes widened, your smile dropped. But Nikolai... He... He was smiling, beaming with delicate sight on you.

“What is this?”

“I wanna keep you safe. Don't you like it?”

“This.. This is not keeping me safe..!”

Ah, a monster is always a monster, it seems.

“Oh? You're a rare one. All my maiden before loves it when I did this for their safety. Why don't you?” he asked, hands slipping between the gap of those bars and touching your face. His touches this time felt dangerous — something to avoid, to run away from.

So you shook your head to shake it off.

“Hm? My dove, you must understand I'm doing this for your sake.” Nikolai said. Then he frowned. “I'm protecting you. And I even arranged all those mattresses and clothes for you. All those jewels and crystals in that box you could play with. All those charms and ornaments... I did them for you...” he muttered, upset.

“But this is not how I should live..! I'm not— I'm not an animal, Gogol!”

Nikolai's eyes twitched when he heard you address him as so. His eyes squinted and he reached his hand to you again. Sensing danger, you stepped back but his grip was faster — pulling you straight to the bars that your body clashed against those hard metal. You whimpered as your face was pressed on them, especially when Nikolai's hand trailed behind your head to hold you.

“I did this for you and you only. Why can't you be a good girl like the others? They don't get the same luxuries as you do, so why can't you be grateful, love? Do you hate me? Do you hate this, now? You're in my property, so you are mine too. I'm protecting you— forever. Be nice, little dove. Be nice to me.”

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#道化師-jest❃ུ۪ #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #nikolai imagines #nikolai x you #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #yandere nikolai gogol #yandere bsd #tw yandere

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resowrites · 1 year

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Switch - oneshot.

Summary: Henry tries to convince his wife there’s a ghost in the house…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2505

A/N: Just a silly one to balance the heaviness of the last story. As ever, please enjoy and let me know your thoughts - R x

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Switch - oneshot.

She'd just settled down to her task when a knock rang out through the room. She sighed and made her way to the door. "Oh, good afternoon. Is a Mrs. Cavill there?"

"That depends, who's asking?"

"Er, well I have a message from her husband—"

"Oh yeah? Well she's busy at the moment, you'll have to come back later…" she went to close the door, but Henry shoved his foot in the small gap between it and the frame.

"Busy with what? He'll want an explanation, you see—"

"I'm sure, but I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to say." He removed his foot and grabbed hold of the door instead, straining against it to get a better look at the room behind her. "Henry, you are not coming in here, now be gone—"

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm enjoying some alone time on my day off—"

"In our guest bedroom? What are you really doing? Casting spells?"

"Well clearly not, otherwise you wouldn't be bothering me right now, would you?"

"Well when are you coming down to make lunch?" Henry reintroduced his foot as a doorstop and continued eating from the bag of crisps he'd also bought with him.

"Why can't you make your own?!"

"Er, cos I have a wife who should be making that one of her top priorities?"

"Is that right? Well I'll be sure to pass that message along…" she tried once again to slam the door shut. He just grinned and held it fast.

"You know this room's haunted, don't you?" She stopped pushing the door with all her might and looked straight into Henry's deadpan eyes.

"Shut up, no it isn't."

"Yeah it is, why do you think I use the smaller back room to work in?"

"You know I really don't care?"

"In fact, before you moved in it used to be my office but then weird stuff started happening—"

"What, you mean other than you actually doing some work? Don't you have that interview to prepare for?" But he ignored her.

"First there was a knocking sound, which I just thought was the pipes—"

"Oh for fuck's sake Henry, take a day off—"

"What? I'm just trying to warn you like a good husband!"

"A good husband wouldn't spend his time trying to wind me up because he's bored—"

"I'm not joking!"

"Fine, you go fetch a priest, I'll wait here..."

"Or you could just come join me in the den instead? You can sit on the beanbag in the corner—"

"Henry—"

"What? I haven't seen you all morning! And I won't disturb you, we can just parallel play."

"Henry, I am not playing—"

"Then what are you doing in here?!"

"It's none of your business!" He grinned maniacally.

"… Then I guess I'll just have to find out."

"Yeah, you do that..." she then quickly snatched the packet of crisps and slammed the door in Henry's face. "Thanks for bringing me up a snack though!"

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Thump.

Of course, she knew immediately what the noise was and where it was coming from. She flew out of the guest room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. It didn't take her long to find what she looking for. She then marched back onto the first floor landing, stormed into their bedroom, and aimed the tennis ball right at him. "OW! That hit my bloody stomach!" Henry rolled over in their bed, half giggling, half groaning in pain. "What the hell was that for?!"

"You know what bloody for! Now stop disturbing me or next time I'll put that tennis ball somewhere you'll always be able to find it!"

"What are you talking about?! I was just laying here watching tv, bored and hungry when you came in and attacked me!" She snorted derisively and began scouring the room. "What are you looking for?" She didn't need to see his face to know he was smirking. A thought then crossed her mind. She dived under the bed and found the offending item. "Oh… what's that doing there?" Henry stared in amazement at the tennis ball in her hand.

"Are there any more?"

"Any more what?" She took a deep breath.

"Tennis balls!"

"What? In the house? Yeah, I think there's some in the kitchen…" he fell back against the headboard laughing, leaving her to confiscate the two balls and bang the door behind her. She retreated back to the guest room, flopped herself down on the bed, and hoped that would be the end of the matter.

"Bloody idiot… why can't he just leave me be?" Ten minutes passed in blissful silence when suddenly, the overhead light switched off. Before she could wonder what had happened, it flickered back on. And then off. And on again. And off once more. She gritted her teeth, jumped off the bed, and stomped three times on the floor. "Stop it, you pillock!" But the room remained in darkness and she was finally at the end of her tether.

She burst out onto the landing once more, convinced she was going to find Henry standing by the fuse box in the hallway. But he was nowhere to be seen. Even when she walked back past the bedroom, it was empty. She assumed he’d finally gotten bored and slunk off to the den. For the first twenty minutes or so, it certainly seemed that way. But then the music started playing. Or rather, the sound of someone - or something - wailing. Her head scanned around the guest room, determined to find the source of the sound. But it was sparsely furnished and after checking beneath the bed, both bedside cabinets, the windowsill behind the curtains, and two shelves high on the back wall, nothing could be found. She did however notice the music was getting louder. There was nothing for it, she'd have to look for Henry and confiscate his phone or whatever he was using to operate a speaker remotely - either that or bludgeon him with it.

But her second search of the house yielded even worse results. In the end, she concluded he must have gone out as every room she checked was empty. Even the den and back garden. She slumped onto the living room sofa, careful not to wake the dogs who were snoozing by the fireplace, and attempted to ring him instead. The calls went straight to voicemail. She sighed and decided to head back upstairs, but not before collecting her noise cancelling headphones from their bedroom. To her surprise, however, the guest room had resumed its usual silence. Or at least it did until her phone pinged. It was Henry. 'Just popped to the shops to get lunch. Do you want anything?' She threw her phone aside, eye rolling at the fact he would rather go shopping than make his own sandwich, but at least she finally had some peace.

An hour later.

At first she thought she was seeing things. After all, she'd spent the previous forty minutes or so taking a nap. But then it happened again. The tiny bud vase on the shelf opposite the bed really was moving. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. The vase was now still but she was damned if she was going to take her eyes off it. Eventually, it moved another inch or two. She threw back the covers and ran towards it, stopping only when the door of the wardrobe to her right, popped open. Figuring it was caused by her movements she shoved it close and moved in for a closer look at the vase. But the door unlatched again. Irritatedly, she yanked it open, peeked at the empty hangers inside, and smacked it shut. Just then, her phone chimed. 'Have you had your lunch yet?' Her eyebrows knitted together. When had Henry even returned? She bit her lip, wondering what to do.

In the end, she plucked the vase from the shelf to take with her. It wouldn't prove anything, but she was sure Henry would find it harder to keep a straight face if confronted with the evidence. But as she twisted away from the shelf, she felt something tugging the bottom of the vase. "Argggggghhhhhh!!!" She collapsed onto the floor, with whatever had just fallen out of the wardrobe still slumped on top of her. "What the fuckkk!!!" she scrambled towards the door, leaving the vase and what looked like something wrapped in a sheet, far, far behind her. She couldn't recall having run down the stairs so quickly. But her blood ran cold when she came into the kitchen and found it was still empty. She whipped out her phone and tried ringing Henry again. Straight to voicemail. "Oh for God's sake! Wait… what was that?" She thought she heard a door open above her.

"Ollie? Ollie is that you?" It was Henry. She raced upstairs to find him in the doorway to his office. "There you are! You know I shouted up to you earlier, were you asleep?" She narrowed her eyes. "Anyway did you see your sandwich? I left it in the fridge for you. What was all that commotion?"

"Oh well, strangely enough, this complete prick I live with hid something in the guestroom wardrobe that just now fell on me—"

"See? I told you there was a ghost." He turned to head back into the office.

"Oh no you don't, you're coming with me and getting rid of whatever other booby traps you've hidden in there—"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh stop it, you can't bullshit a bullshitter! I know it's been you all along, I bet you didn't even go out did you?!" To Henry's credit, his face bore a look of complete confusion.

"Jesus, how long were you asleep for? I think you better go get some lunch, don't you?" She scoffed.

"Oh please, I bet there's no fucking sandwich down there—"

"Well why don't you go and look? Now leave me to it please, I've got work to do—"

"Work my arse, the only thing you've worked today is my fucking patience. Now when I come back upstairs, I want no sight or sound of you - alright?!" He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever you say Ollie wally…" her nostrils flared as Henry closed the door on her. She then stomped down to the kitchen, determined to think of a way to get revenge, especially when there was no sign of a sandwich anywhere.

"I'm actually going to kill him, Henry, HENRY!!!" No reply. He really was going to make her go up the stairs once again. She didn't know how she managed to restrain herself from kicking his office door down. "Henry, Henry!"

"I'm on a call!" Henry hissed from within. She was close to exploding when a thought suddenly popped into her head. She gathered what she discovered was a Halloween mummy decoration from the guestroom floor and darted into their bedroom. A minute or so later she went back to tidy the other room, and just as she finished removing dental floss from the bottom of the vase, something burst forth from the wardrobe.

"ARGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" She'd backed herself into the corner of the room while he rolled around the floor laughing.

"Oh my God, your face! Your face!"

"You stupid stupid git—" she'd sunk to the floor, her head in her hands. Henry crawled towards her, his face now wet with tears.

"I'm sorry! No, don't be scared! Aww, my poor little Ollie wally!" He tried to put his arms around but she shoved him away, instead climbing to her feet and crossing her arms.

"What on earth possessed you?!"

"I dunno, the ghost?"

"Christ I nearly shit myself…" Henry finally got up and pulled her into a hug, still shaking with laughter. "Were you in there the whole time?!"

"Yes!"

"Then how did I hear you in your office just now?"

"A voice note relayed to the speaker in there." He grinned.

"And what played the music in here?" Henry spun around and pulled down the speaker he'd hidden on top of the wardrobe. No wonder she hadn't found it.

"So it was you who pulled the vase from inside the wardrobe, you who chucked the mummy at me? Have you seriously got that little to do?! You spent over an hour in there!"

"Worth it," he smiled while shrugging. "And what else am I meant to do when, instead of having lunch or spending time with me, my own wife decides to hide away in the guest room?!"

"Well is it any bloody wonder?!" But Henry had already fixed his attention on finding whatever it was she doing in there that afternoon. He then stopped and did a 360 turn.

"You know, this room would actually make a good nursery…"

"Really? What about the ghost?" Henry shot her his usual cheeky smirk. That was until he saw something peeking out from underneath the pillow on the bed. His face was a mixture of joy and anguish when he leaned over and pulled out a Nintendo Switch Lite.

"And just what is this?!"

"You mean you don't know? And you call yourself a gamer…"

"How long have you had this?!"

"It came in the post a couple of days ago, why?"

"So you mean to tell me, we could have been playing Mario Kart together these last 48 hours?"

"Well, more like 32, I mean we would have had to sleep…"

"But why were you playing in here, do you not want to game with me?"

"Eh, not really."

"What? Why not?" She sighed.

"Henry… you are a nightmare to game with—"

"Pardon me?!"

"You heard. Anything we play will just cause a fight. You're ridiculously competitive, it's why we can't play together on the PC let alone anything else—"

"Competitive? Just cos I take gaming seriously?"

"Well whatever, I'm not playing with you and that's that."

"You just sound like a sore loser…"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. You don't wanna game with me cos you know you'll lose."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night—"

"Well, it's either that or… you're just using this to play Animal Crossing."

"… Excuse me?"

"Yeah… it's a shame really. I mean the signs were all there, I guess deep down I just always hoped you were gamer material. But that's fine, you've got plenty of other great qualities—" she snatched the console out of Henry's hand.

"Fine, I wanted to do what was best for our marriage but go get your Switch and we'll see who's the sore loser..."

Thirty minutes later.

"Where are you going?! Oh come on Henry, it's only Mario Kart! We'll find an easier track!" But he'd already dashed off to the bedroom under the pretence of having a headache. Then followed a terrible scream. He rushed back into the guestroom.

"Please tell me it was you who put the mummy in our bed—"

"Oh dear. It looks like the ghost has moved into our bedroom…"

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#henry cavill #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine

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jenniferjareauwife · 29 days

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Holaaaaaaa, could you do a JJ X reader where the reader is pregnant with her kid and gets hurt? She could be a part of the bau or not, you decide!!!

Down the Stairs

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 722

summary: you're pregnant and you fall down the stairs

I scrolled through TikTok with a smile on my face and one hand on my belly, rubbing it slowly. I was looking at baby names for JJ and I's little one due in 2 months. I saw a few I liked so I favorited them, excited to tell JJ when she got home from work.

After another half hour of scrolling I decided to get up, really wanting some lunch. JJ had made me a sandwich last night for when I inevitably wanted one.

I took one step down the stairs and then felt the baby kick, making me freeze with shock and I didn't even process that I had fallen down the stairs until I was on the floor. "Fuck." I groaned as I felt a sharp pain running through my wrist. It was probably broken or at least sprained. I hugged my stomach, praying that our baby was ok. I hadn't landed on my stomach but you never know. "Hey siri...call love of my life."

A few seconds later I heard JJ's voice on the other line. "What's up baby?"

"I fell."

"Can you get up."

"I uh...I don't know."

"Are you in our bedroom?"

"No I...I fell down the stairs."

"Oh...oh." Her voice dropped an octave. "Are you hurt, is everything ok?"

"I...I don't know my wrist hurts really bad and I didn't land on my stomach but I don't know if the baby is ok and I-"

"Ok. Take a deep breath honey, I'm on my way over." I could tell she was panicking but staying calm for my sake. "I'm 15 minutes away, just sit tight, ok? It's gonna be ok."

"Mhm."

She got home 15 minutes later, rushing to me as soon as she saw me. She gingerly touched my wrist and I winced. "It's probably broken. "Do you have any pain in your abdomen?" I shook my head. "Why'd you fall down the stairs?"

"I felt the baby kick."

"Oh my God." She let go of my wrist as her lips pulled up in the biggest smile I had seen in a while. "Is it kicking now? Can I feel it?"

"It's not kicking now. Probably mad at me for falling down the stairs."

"Oh yeah. We should go to the emergency room. Can you walk?" She helped me stand up and I nodded, letting out a sigh of relief that my ankles didn't hurt.

Ten minutes later we were sitting in the emergency room, JJ was clutching my hand tightly as we waited to be called over. "It's gonna be ok." She told me but I knew she was trying to comfort herself.

30 minutes later we were finally called back. I stood up on shaky legs, too nervous to walk straight. "What seems to be the problem today?" The doctor asked as I held my good hand protectively over my stomach.

"I fell down the stairs and my wrist hurts. But make sure my baby is ok, please." JJ kissed my forehead to calm me down.

"Did you fall on your stomach?"

"No."

"Then your baby's probably fine but I'll do an ultrasound just to make sure."

"Thank you." JJ and I said in unison. He reached to my wrist to check it out.

"It's just a sprain. I'll have you wear a brace for a couple weeks." I nodded and watched as he jotted something down on his clipboard. "I'll be right back."

He came back with the ultrasound machine and I reached over for JJ's hand, squeezing it tightly, praying that our baby was ok. "It's gonna be ok baby." JJ brushed the hair back from my face and placed a few kisses to my temple and forehead.

"Your baby's ok." He told us with a smile, showing us what it looked like on the ultrasound. I started crying with relief, letting go of JJ's hand to cover my mouth.

"What's wrong?" JJ asked, smoothing my hair back while the doctor left to give us space.

"Just...just so glad the baby's ok." I sniffled, wiping my tears away. She smiled and cradled my head against her chest.

"I'm glad the baby's ok but I'm also glad you're ok."

"You're so sweet." I cried even harder, the pregnancy hormones really getting to me. "I love you so much."

"I love you more."

#criminal minds #jennifer jareau #x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #lgbtq #wlw post #jennifer jareau x you

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vader-anakin · 8 months

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“A Place In My Heart” - Bucky Barnes x f! Reader, Part 3

This gif make me wimper but that's just a little peak of what happens this chapter. A little smut but not too detailed, I hope this is enjoyable!! Previous chapter.

Word count: 1.9k

Tw: smut/nsfw/18+

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Sam decided with Bucky that the soldier would lay low for a few days at (Y/N)'s house for the sake of his protection. After what happened in Athens, they both agreed to reveal John Walker's real intentions but needed to stay focus on their work in a more discreet way. When they knocked on her door, she already knew they would be there but actually didn't expect Bucky to be a little beaten up, maybe more than the usual. His face was red from the blood, the lip a bit swollen and a cut through his eyebrow was still open. She let a small gasp come out from her mouth seeing he was still trying to keep his shape up, even though he was still pretty sure his ribs were broken.

Sam kept a shut face while he kept holding a gaze to Barnes in a playful way. Obviously there were more than just "lay low", but he couldn't help and try to make his friend engage with a woman after so many years.

"Oh, God, please come in", she said it in a sweet tone and the soldier entered her apartment with somewhat difficulty. Wilson had to see his sister, so he didn't stay, leaving them both alone. After what happened the other day at his house, she tried to gather her thoughts and tell herself that was just some sweet moment they had together, no more than that. He helped himself sitting on her couch, getting rid of his combat boots along with the gloves and the jacket. He didn't lose his straight pose next to her, mostly because he was already used to being beaten when doing all the ops.

"Jesus, Bucky. They got you real good this time", (Y/N) said before sitting next to him, looking closely to the wounds and how they must hurt.

"I just need some water and get some rest", James affirmed. He looked at her with a tender smile on his face, ignoring the pain from his cut lip. She returned the smile.

"I'm getting you patched up, but I think you should take a shower before", she got up from the couch and moved to her bedroom. "I'm not sure I have any clothes in here that fit you", (Y/N) explained a little louder so he could hear.

"It's alright, I can wait until tomorrow. I've been like that before", Bucky said as he walked into the kitchen, looking for a glass of water. "If you don't mind," he glared at her before pouring some of the liquid for himself. She nodded and went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

Sitting on a stool in the kitchen aisle, James realized that she had a tender look when she came back and placed the kit on the bench and observed his injuries. (Y/N) grabbed a few gauze and some saline solution to clean the wounds.

"This might hurt", the journalist looked down at him - that was one of the few ways she would look taller than him - and he nodded. As she placed the wet object on his eyebrow, Bucky let out a groan of pain and made a fist with his flesh hand. He knew it would hurt and it's not like he could do anything about it.

As she continued cleaning, she grabbed his chin gently and pulled his face up. The way the soldier held his gaze at her made her spine shiver and he felt his body burn inside him. (Y/N) thought how the fuck she would be able to patch him up if he kept looking at her that way. Those blue eyes kept burning on her skin and she couldn't look away from that, it was like it was holding her captive.

Barnes gripped her waist with his metal arm and she automatically stiffened her body with the cold but sweet touch. Holy shit. She pulled herself together for a moment and cleaned his lip with slight movements as he closed his eyes for a moment, her feeling relieved only for a few seconds, when he opened his eyes again. Bucky got up from the stool and glued his lips to hers in a soft way and sighed when he found her tongue within seconds. He used his flesh hand to grab her hair while holding her waist with the other, while (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck without forcing him as he was still in pain from the ribs.

The soldier walked forward, guiding her the way to the couch and gently laid on top of her, holding himself with one arm, leaving a small space between them. He felt like his body was about to blow up when his waist touched her for a few seconds, and naturally felt the urge to take his clothes off and wrap her around with loads of pleasure. She tried to breathe under his lips, but it was like a magnet and no matter how breathless she was, she was fine with that.

Barnes groaned aloud when he felt her hand under his shirt and his bulge pulsed inside his clothes. This was getting out of hand, he was beaten, but he wasn't dead. (Y/N) wasn't sure if she would let him rest, but she knew she really wanted to make love to that man. James felt the need to actually lay her on a mattress and grabbed the woman, both still had their lips glued.

She decided she would give him some special care after being on a mission and lay on top of him, helping him getting rid of the shirt along with the combat pants. She then realized he had some scars through his body, most of them were superficial but some others were deeper, like from bullets and knives. It made her stomach flinch, everything he had to be through all those dark days as Winter Soldier. (Y/N) traced her fingers across his hard rock abs, softly touching his skin watching him looking at her. Before fucking him, she wished she could've cuddled him, because that's what he needed the most these days.

The fact he was still standing after all, trying to protect people from every evil thing in the world. Bucky gasped under his breath at the sight of the woman looking at him with such compassion, kissing his body and his scars gently, rubbing his skin until she stopped her fingers on his arousal, as he quickly removed boxers. He got up to kiss her urgently and took the opportunity to help her get rid of her clothes with ease, and caught his breath shaky when he came across the woman's breasts and nipples already hard.

Bucky looked at her with a mixture of desire and protection, grabbing one of her breasts with his hand, while he cupped the other one affectionately with a mouthful. She tried to hold back the moans trapped in her throat, making him even harder. While she felt his wet tongue rolling around her nipple, she dropped her hand and decided to massage his cock, the burning sensation around her cunt made her gasp.

Her moves around his dick were somewhat gentle but also had a tight grip while he thrusted under her touch. She grapped his lips after a while and Barnes traveled his hand until he reached her jeans, trying to rip them off with urgency, never leaving her mouth. He groaned louder before taking off the lingerie, realizing she was already wet from all the kisses and the teasing.

He wasn't feeling tired, but he was beaten, and he wanted to fuck her so bad with his mouth, but his cock wasn't giving him any break and he was about to lose his mind. He saw her looking for a condom and (Y/N) saw his eyes sparkling with the view of her gently teasing while wrapping his dick in such an easy way. James cupped her face with both hands before laying on top of her, leaving wet kisses on her neck, collarbone, while he was using his metal hand to masturbate her clit in slow moves, causing her to shiver under him.

Bucky didn't know much about every sex moves, but he knew women could never be able to start all the fun without some handjob. The cold touch of his fingers made the journalist spasm and the kitty noises she was making let Barnes in ecstasy. The man slid two fingers next to her hole and started moving them up and down, feeling her waist move rhythmically along with his touch. She arched her back when she felt one of the cold finger enter her without a warning his boner grew eager for her. James pulled off and tasted her juices, putting his fingers in his mouth and holding his cock before entering her. Even the slight sensation on the tip made him heave loudly watching both of their cunts pulse.

He buried his entire dick before getting out of her and the way she was burning under him made him realize it wouldn't take long for him to come for her. "Fuck, what an embarrassment", he thought. He buried himself again with slow movements and held his weight on his forearm before leaning on to kiss her with passion. His thrusts were slow and the feeling of her walls embracing his cock made him throb inside her and she let out a loud moan into his lips, which made him moan louder along with her.

Bucky didn't know how fast he could go because that wouldn't be enough for him, and that tight grip around him was making his brain collapse. The sound of his skin slapping her stomach was echoing inside the bedroom and he was already feeling his body all sweaty. Guess he would have to shower after all.

(Y/N) wrapped her legs around his waist and Barnes kept his lips on her skin, tracing every inch of her until he kept his gaze at her. His eyes were sparkling from pleasure and his groans made her tremble inside, completely out of breath. She grabbed the sheet under her when he, without a warning, devoured one of her nipples with such lust, nibbling it.

"Oh, Bucky-", she snapped under him, louder than the thunder and he throbbed inside of her.

"I'm not gonna last longer", he said, his voice completely raspy and desperate as she nodded in agreement. She wouldn't either, so it was fine.

"Fuck, this is so good", he mumbled while still sucking on her nipple. His thrusts became more and more avid as she tried to control her breath. Her clit started to get swollen as she felt the wave of pleasure hit her like a train wreck. Her spasms were involuntary as she tried to catch her breath, looking at the way Bucky hit her walls.

The soldier held her waist with both hands and fucked her hard feeling dizzy when he felt his cum warming his own cock.

"Fuck, God", he proclaimed as he felt his body weigh himself while his dick was still twitching inside her. He smiled at her, who returned the act and rubbed his hair. Watching him cuddle her after getting himself out.

She kissed his forehead with tenderness before nesting his head on her shoulder.

"Thank you, for everything", he cupped her face with his flesh hand and planted a kiss on her lip. "Especially for taking care of me", he said.

Barnes gave her a sweet smile and wrapped his hand around hers, getting under the sheets before getting comfortable and rest.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #the winter soldier #the winter solider x reader #the winter soldier fanfic #marvel fanfic #smut #bucky barnes smut #userashe #yourbuckies

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thewindowsystem · 5 months

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Woooooo psychiatry hot take time!!!

I'm just gonna say it, I'm pro (educated) self diagnosis atleast to a degree, although my reasons don't apply to all places in the world so keep that in mind.

I come from a country with a massive issue with a lack of medical professionals ESPECIALLY in my city, it's not uncommon to find hospitals that are dangerously understaffed, the only hospital in my city of almost one million people has one emergency unit with typically only around 9 people and the wait times for urgent care on the LEAST busy days are 9-10 hours if you're lucky. And for any kind of medical problem physical or mental even if you have money for something like specialised care you will still most likely have to go a two day drive just to find someone who isn't fully booked. People are dying because of this crisis even those on disability insurance and nothing is really being done about it.

I was born sick and have been going through this medical system my entire life, and another issue I have noticed due to that is incredibly wide spread because in my country especially, doctors are basically being taught they shouldn't believe afab people who are looking for help. It is to a point where 1 third of the afab people who have managed to finally get a booking in with a doctor, some travelling for litteral days just for some kind of help have been dismissed or straight up turned away due to sexism. The likely hood of being turned away increases significantly if you are POC.

People often forget that diagnosis isn't an end goal, it's not just a label for the sake of a label, it's a tool. A tool to help you navigate and approach recovery. And yes the ideal situation is to have a good doctor who can help you navigate that process but unfortunately that's not the case for all of us. Through educated self diagnosis (often through years of constant study) as a afab POC I managed to accurately and safely self medicate for pretty much all of my current diagnosed conditions on average 5 years before I managed to get a doctor to even CONSIDER checking. (The only acception to this is ADHD because I was like 7 when I got that diagnosis)

I'm sick of seeing people getting lectured for trying to help their selves in the time being because currently medical care isn't available to them. I hate the idea that you shouldn't even try digging into your mental health problems or even recognise they exist until you get the magical approval of a medical professional because speaking from experience those ideas HELD ME BACK in my recovery because I thought that researching my issues automatically made me a faker and when I did finally get a psychologist and they asked if I already had an idea of what the issue was I refused to give them any of my own extensive work I had done myself that could have sped up my diagnostic process tenfold. Even though the effects of self medicating have been incredibly beneficial to my recovery previously

Obviously you need to approach it safely and carefully, you definitely shouldn't try and speak for or over people who are clinically diagnosed etc but I feel like the idea that self diagnosis is inherently harmful 100% of the time is flawed and although yes you will undeniably get things wrong while trying to self medicate so do the actual medical professionals themselves! It's apart of the process and I do recognise how beneficial having a professional to help you is (and if you have the option to do that you definitely should) but I feel like it's rather damaging to brush off those who don't have access too those recourses and simply insist they just deal with it.

Honestly self diagnosis and self medicating saved my life by not only giving me something to hold on and work on while waiting to get medical care but it is the entire reason why I am clinically diagnosed today

Obviously this isn't a data filled analysis on the effects of self diagnosis this is just my opinion mainly rooted from my own life experience so don't take it as some factual information piece please. I might make a continuation to this if anyone has any questions about my thoughts on the topic.

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fuckyeahfightlock · 5 days

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Whumpril 2024

-24- "Why didn't you tell me?"

Out walking one afternoon, and they couldn't race the rain as it mutated from mist to shower, so they ducked into the first open door they came to, a cramped off-license with too many handprinted signs on the windows and a bored looking woman behind the till, scrolling her phone. Adam nodded to her and she practically rolled her eyes in return, aware they were merely seeking shelter rather than shopping.

"We should buy something," Adam said, succumbing easily to the guilt trip. "Otherwise we're just loiterers." Harry smiled at him and they began a slow stroll, pointing things out to each other, taking care to put back properly anything they picked up or moved.

"Have you had these?" Harry asked, and shook a packet of crisps in Adam's direction. There was Japanese writing on the packet, and a badge proclaiming them to be soy-and-oyster flavoured.

Adam pulled a face. "Not for me," he said. "These are good, though." He touched a box of sweets, marzipan shaped and coloured in the likeness of miniature fruits. Adam could not resist, smirked, and joked, "What does that look like?" It was a tiny, perfect peach, blushed pink and with a slim seam indented across it.

Harry gamely closed in on him, chest to chest, and grabbed his bum with both hands, "Like something I'd love to get a bite of," he said, and growled a little, laughing. As Adam was about to kiss him, he caught sight of the shopkeeper out of the corner of his eye; the angle at which she held her phone made him a little nervous. With one hand he lifted a random item--a can of lychee juice--and waved it at her while the other hand pressed Harry's chest to make him back off. "How much for this?" he asked. The woman made the half-eyeroll again and looked back at her phone.

The two rounded the corner and came upon shelves full of liquour--sake, Japanese beer, plum wine with swollen, sad-looking whole fruit visible in the bottom of the bottle. Adam's gaze fell on the bottle of Japanese whiskey at the exact moment Harry's hand wrapped around it, pulled it off the shelf, cradled its weight so he could examine the label.

"There it is, my old friend," Harry said humourlessly. Adam felt bile rise in his throat, a memory of bitterness and a bad feeling in his gut that had nothing to do with drink. Harry spun the bottle in his hand, looked at the back of it, spun it again.

"It's not--" Adam began, and reached for it, wanting to put it away from the two of them, get distance from it. Harry moved gently away, claiming it.

"Liquid courage, don't they call it?" Harry wondered. "Courage to do what?"

Adam asserted himself, took the bottle from Harry's hand and put it back on the shelf. When he angled his body to block it from Harry's view, he could see through the shop's front window that the rain had stopped. "Here," he said, pulled Harry by the hand back to the snack foods, picked up the oyster crisps and the packet of fruit-shaped candies, and took them to the woman at the counter. She said nothing, not even what they owed, not a scold for taking up space nor a thanks for spending their money. Adam paid, pocketed the sweets and handed the bag of crisps to Harry.

Outside on the pavement, walking back toward home, Harry tore open the packet and stuck his nose in, inhaled the aroma, drew back grimacing. "That's awful," he said, and folded the top shut. "You want to try one?" He offered the bag to Adam.

"One of the awful crisps? I'll pass." He took the bag nonetheless, made it as small as he could and fitted it into his jacket pocket. He reached for Harry's hand. They walked a while without talking, but Adam's stomach was in twisting knots and when he stole glances at Harry's face, he looked sad. Sadder than usual.

"That night--with that bottle, at my door," Adam ventured, and kept his focus straight ahead but might have tightened his hold on Harry's hand. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't know me." The shrug was audible in his voice. "It was too much to tell a stranger. I was only looking for something to distract me. Someone to distract me."

Adam wasn't sure it was true but said anyway, "I could have helped you."

Harry shook it off. "You might have." He did not sound convinced.

"Maybe I could have saved you," Adam said, and had to chew his lips to keep his emotion in check.

Harry leaned into him as they walked, sending Adam a little off balance, shoulder to shoulder. "It's all right," Harry assured him. "You saved me anyway."

#writing is easy #ficlet #All of Us Strangers #whumpril 2024 #whump #turned out to be a long one #wish I'd started writing earlier in the night

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