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fandom-writess · 7 years ago

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Why Me? Sweets x Reader

Trigger Warning: Rape; Depression; Suicidal Thoughts; Self Harm; Swearing

Summary: You were raped and left for dead behind a dumpster. When you were found you were presumed dead by an imbecile cop who can’t find a pulse. Dr. Brenner and her team are called in to investigate and discover you alive.

“I was just walking down the street, he cat called me, but I’m used to that, you know. I’m used to walking anywhere and hearing whistles, ‘Hey baby, where are you off to,’ and men seeing me and reaching down their pants and masturbating. Right there on the street,”

The young looking psychologist nodded, although clearly uncomfortable with the previous statement.

“I can’t get what he said out of my brain. He had followed me for a solid 3 minutes before saying-” the (h/c) swallowed nervously, “He said ‘Hey baby, can’t wait to see you tonight.’ I thought maybe he was on the phone or something, but he was looking right at me. I ignored it for the most part, men have threatened to kill me before, for ignoring them, so I thought it was just another creepy guy being creepy. So imagine my surprise when I’m pushed into my apartment from behind with a knife pressed to my side.”

You gave a dry chuckle as your mind thought back to that night a short while ago.

“Why do you think you are laughing right now, (y/n)?” Dr. Sweets asked.

“Because I know now how idiotic I am for thinking this could never happen to me. 1 in 3 women, Dr. Sweets, it would have been surprising if I hadn’t been raped.”

“(y/n), you moved, right? Moved apartments?” He inquired, concerned.

“Nope,” You popped the P, slouching back in the chair. “Can’t afford it, even if I could, what would be the point? No matter where I go I’m not gonna sleep, going to be terrified of leaving, of any man who comes within a foot of me that is taller than 5′5″. You can’t escape this kind of fear.”

The psychologist nodded grimly and stated, “The FBI is concerned the man may come back to-”

“To finish the job, right?” You sat back up, burying your hands in the sleeves of your baggy sweatshirt, you mumbled.

“What was that?” The doctor asked.

“I said ‘Let’s hope.’“ you practically shouted.

Before the distressed doctor could reply you cut him off.

“Welp, look at that, sessions over! See ya next week!” you called over your shoulder as you hurried out of the room. Dr. Sweets looked up at the clock in disbelief, it’s already been an hour?

You rushed to your door, fumbling with your key to the new lock. Finally opening your door you clamber in and slam it behind you. Collapsing onto your bed, the days of exhaustion finally overcame you as you fell asleep.

You get pushed into your apartment with a yelp, then you feel the cold metal against your side and you realize what’s happening. “Get on your fucking knees, cunt.” The voice is familiar but that doesn’t matter because now you are on your knees and the man has his knife to your throat, his other hand undoing his fly. You begin sobbing, knowing you probably won’t be leaving here alive. Your morbid thoughts are cut off as a sharp pain shoots through your face. Recognizing this as him punching you, you quiet down. “That’s a good little bitch. Now open that pretty mouth of yours.”

He senses your hesitation and another flash of pain comes from your face-

You wake up to a panic attack and look around your place. You stumble to your feet and go to the store, you can sense the eyes on you. They are probably staring because of the bruises. Bruises from that night still littered your body, a painful reminder.

You locate the reason you even came to the store and browsed the selection, finally landing on a pack that fulfilled your needs. The package included 3 good quality blades.

You check out and head home, on your walk you hear “Can’t wait to see you tonight, baby.” Before you can even realize it, you are thrown into a violent panic attack, and whip your body around to see the source of the trigger. You see the man who attacked you, but you blinked and it was suddenly a random man on the phone.

You shake your head, feeling idiotic you run home, ignoring the confused glances you attract from strangers. Once again slamming your door behind you, you fall to the ground in your home. You finally calmed down and ripped open the razors you just purchased and stare down at your arm. Gripping the blade like a lifeline, you lowered it to your wrist, pressing the cold blade to the soft flesh, you flashed back to that night and sobbed, finally dragging the blade across the pale flesh. You don’t even register the pain and stare down at the crimson line the blade had drawn.

You repeated this action twice more, finally feeling a dull ache. Your mind goes down a rabbit hole of depressing thoughts. You are yanked out of this by the doorbell. You jump and shove your recent purchase into your back pocket. You didn’t have a chance to keep your wrist from bleeding anymore so you gingerly pull your sleeve down to conceal the new injury, furiously wiping away your tears, hands shaking as you unlatch the door and turn the lock. You hear a faint click. Bracing yourself for human interaction, you pull the door open and see two familiar faces.

“Hello, (y/n).”

“Hey Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan. What are you guys doing here?”

“We are here to check up on you, could we come in?” Booth asks.

You get flustered and further open the door to allow them entry.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.”

They walk into your house and look around, you feel uncomfortable, so you look to your feet. You see a drop of crimson liquid on the ground and cringe. Hastily wiping at it with your foot, your sock successfully absorbing the liquid. You feel a wet substance on your fingers and cross your arms to prevent anymore blood from dripping onto the floor. You raise your head again to meet the gazes of your guests.

“So what’s up?”

“We are concerned about you still living here. Someone in the bureau leaked what happened to you to the press-”

“So he knows I’m still alive?”

“If he watches the news and is still in D.C. most likely.”

“Great.” you reply numbly.

“(y/n), we think it’d be best if you went to one of the safe houses we provide.”

“I don’t care, if he knows I’m alive, if he comes back to kill me, if he sends me goddamn flowers and a note with a shitty poem apologizing for ruining me. He can do whatever he wants. Honestly it would probably be better if he came and slit my throat in my sleep. If he killed me right now. At least then...”

You drifted off, ending your rant. The partners exchanged worried glances, but nodded.

“Okay, (y/n). We aren’t going to force you to move into a safe house. Here is my card, if you need anything, call me.” Booth said, handing you a card.

The two left without another word and you closed the door behind them, locking it. You slid down the door, once again sobbing.

“Why can’t this just be over?” you cried out in desperation.

“Did you see that?” Bones asked Booth on the way out.

“Yeah, I saw the poor girl have a freak out.” Booth said.

“No, Booth! Her arm, how she was cradling it. I think...” she muttered.

“You think what?”

“I believe she may have been hurting herself. I can’t confirm it as I haven’t seen the actual injury, but-” The brunette was cut off by her frantic partner.

“Wait wait, she was hurting herself how? Was she cutting herself?”

“Booth, I don’t know. We should ask Sweets.”

“Alright, yeah, let’s go ask Sweets”

The duo opened the door to Dr. Sweets’ room without warning and demanded he talk to them.

“Guys, you can’t just barge in here. I could have been talking with one of my appointments!” The psychologist complained.

“Sorry, Sweets, it couldn’t wait.” Booth replied.

“Well what’s up?”

“We think (y/n) might be hurting herself.” Bones replied bluntly.

“Why is that?” Sweets asked incredulously.

Bones started to explain, but was interrupted by Booth.

“Is she or not?”

“Usually one wouldn’t tell their psychologist until-” Booth tried to cut him off but Sweets spoke over him.

“Usually one wouldn’t tell their psychologist until a bond of trust has been made. After only one meeting it’s doubtful she would even attempt to disclose ANY form of self harm. I have only met with (y/n) once. And even if she did tell me I wouldn’t be able to tell you guys because of doctor patient confidentiality.”

The crime solving duo was at a loss on this one, sighing angrily. Sweets attempted to cheer them up but it didn’t work.

“If she ever does disclose to me, I’ll suggests she institutionalize her so she can’t hurt herself. But you guys should go and focus more on catching the bastard who did this to her, ok?”

Booth nodded and he left along with Brennan. Sweets sighed to himself and sat down in his lumpy office chair, contemplating on confronting you.

If you guys want I’ll make a part two. Hit up my requests if you want something specific. Don’t forget to follow!!

#lance sweets x reader #slowburn #x reader #reader insert #bones #booth #temperance brennan #self harm fic #rape fic #trigger warning

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fandom-writess · 7 years ago

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Angst/fluff Prompt List

Please don’t repost (stealing isn’t cool, but reblog if you wish) <3 <3

“I love you, please don’t go.”

“Stay here tonight.”

“Please don’t walk out of that door.”

“I thought things were going great.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“You make every day worth living.”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“You meant too much to me.”

“I won’t let you.”

“How could you ask me that?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”

“I’ve got you.”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“How are you feeling today?”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

“Wanna go grab a drink?”

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Kiss me.”

“I care about you.”

“You could have warned me!”

“That was unexpected.”

“You haven’t lost me.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t cry.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“You make me feel safe.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“All I wanted was for you to be happy.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

“You’re always on my mind.”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“You’ve always felt like home.”

“I can’t imagine this world without you.”

“Dance with me.”

“Trust me.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Who hurt you?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Who cares about what they think?”

“Let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You’ve always got me.”

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

“Is this okay?”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“Did you need something?”

“Do you have a ride home?”

“I am home.”

“What happened back there?”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Why me?”

“I’m right where I belong.”

“Fine.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

“You need sleep.”

“Excuse me?”

“What are you doing?”

“What did you expect?”

“You’re not alone.”

“We’re meant for each other.”

“You’re worth it.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“I’ve always been honest with you.”

“It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

“Just breathe, okay?”

“When I’m with you, I’m happy.”

“Going somewhere?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

“You’re so adorable.”

“I’m better, now that you’re here.”

“I could never forget you.”

“Forget it.”

“That’s in the past.”

“You make me happy.”

“You’re more than that.”

“I won’t lose you too.”

“Come cuddle.”

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“I’ve had enough.”

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”

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