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[sematarygirls]

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summary: what started as a fun hobby quickly became more when your anonymous gossip blog unexpectedly began gaining traction after "kook king" rafe cameron discovered your writings about him and publicly bashed you, vowing to discover your identity.

       NAV ! Part Seven. Part Eight. Part Nine.

notes .ᐟ a couple people have asked if i'd consider doing actual written chapters along with the social media stuff, and i would be super open to that, but i'm wondering if that's something you guys would want to see or just keep it strictly social media ?

taglist .ᐟ @kyranheyward @theeternaloptimistt @lovinqbella @glitterybombshell @thebumbqueen @zyafics @psychicnatural @fortheloveofwbb @a-lovers-card @rafesangelita @colbysbrocks @shincidios @memoirofasparklemuff1n @drwstarkeys @k-k0129 @lilithblackkk @hewwokitti @hwaaholic @loveu-always @ietss @cl4uus @blckbrrybasket @vanessa-rafesgirl @emmasclaws @fandomhopped @enthusiastms @writinqfever @whorelaud @frankoceanluvr11 @hadids-world @upsidedownjill @ditzyzombiesblog @wearemadeofstardust0 @bradshawed @slipawaylrh @lexvenuss @harrys-housewife @cometmultiverse @sage-burrow @rafesweetie @drewstarkeyzwhore @blushmimi @angelsbreath-1 @suniee3 @akobx @urbrunettebombshell

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[thejudeduarte]

The ratio document

That's so boring. And why does mine have to be MATHS related out of all things

✨open tags✨

so...what if I started a tag list...for once...

MINES THE DOCUMENT GAY I'M CRYINGGGGG 😭😭

anyways @choppedsouldreamer @x-minxyyy-x @prometheus2007 @cookiecat-7388 @colatheartz69

I refuse to suffer alone.

[princessbrunette]

rafes so funny bc someone will rightfully bring up peterkin in a moment of rage and he’ll look at them like they’re crazy for bringing it up… he’s like Ughhhh 😭 guysss are we not past thisss 😫😫 always bringing up old shittt 🤣 messyyy 😅 and it’s like rafe you killed her

[yutofia]

I CANNOT DO THIS ANYMORE HOW CAN A MAN BE THIS PRETTY

Source

[royaa]

[sematarygirls]

ripping. my. hair. out. of. my. fucking. head.

i can't even. i literally have no words, i'm just. OHHHH MYYYYYYY GOODDDDD UGGGGGGGHHHHH

HEARTBREAK: LIVE | 40

All | MASTERLIST (SMAU)

Pairing — Ex-BF!Rafe x Radio Host!Female Reader

Summary — You and Rafe were the perfect couple. But after a mysterious breakup, you went off the grid. When your best friends pulls you back into the spotlight to host a on-campus radio show, you find yourself opening up to the world about your experience. This time, with everyone listening—including Rafe. And him? He wants you back.

Content — college au, football player!rafe au

Zya's Notes — Thank you to everyone who participated in submitting questions! I adored all of them, and would've loved to answer all of them, but I chose (and revamped) the ones that were most plot-focused. I might do an extra or another post of questionings just to answer them! I don't know yet.

Navigation — Part 39 | Part 40 | Part 41

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[andreainlove]

in a world of boys he's my babygirl

[dazai-lillia]

🩹 Driving;

- Dazai is a horrible driver and has gotten his license taken away so many times that now he can't get a new one anytime soon.

- Dazai has hit more people than he has ran over, but he has never gotten into a car accident somehow.

- When going on cases with Kunikida, Kunikida is always driving because he won't let Dazai drive.

- After Atsushi lets Dazai drive once, Atsushi doesn't get in a car that Dazai is driving anymore because he's scared Dazai will accidentally kill them both.

- Dazai has probably tried to drift and failed.

- Dazai wouldn't drink and drive, he probably either drinks at home so he has no where to go or at a bar that he can easily walk to.

- Dazai wears a seatbelt most of the time, he wouldn't wear one for short distances or that he needs to get out of the car quickly.

[itsmizuover]

my mom walked in while i was doing his head...you can see how that went.

[parfaitblogs]

have i ever experienced thanksgiving? no. never. am i still about to sob my little eyes out on my train? yes absolutely.

parent issues!reader/spencer comfort will always hold a special place in my heart (do not DO NOT read into that at all...) and margot hurt comfort will always have an even specialler (yesss english my passion 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿❤️) place in my heart

a long way to go | s.r.

in which your family breaks no contact and Spencer reminds you that you're doing the right thing

margovember

kindergarten teacher!reader masterlist

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: flangst? (hurt/comfort) content warning: nondescript childhood trauma, kindergarten teacher!reader word count: 1.4k a/n: okay so the request was for angst and it is but the comfort gives fluff. at this point my genres are arbitrary. huge shout out to anyone else who isn't going home for thanksgiving for one reason or another.

Frowning at the email on your computer, you shifted your weight on your rotating chair and leaned your head back into the chair cover that Garcia had crocheted for you.

We’d love for you to join us.

It felt as though someone had tossed a bucket of ice water over your head, years and years of blocking emails and leaving your phone number unlisted had culminated in this moment. It shouldn’t surprise you; you worked at a public school and your email was listed in the faculty directory, but the sight of your father’s name left a sour taste in your mouth.

You were alone in your classroom, the fluorescent lights were turned off, leaving you in the gentle illumination of the string lights that you kept threaded along the walls. Contract hours were over, but you still had papers that needed to be completed. Opening your email after the final bell had thrown a wrench in your plans.

A knock on your door pulled you out of your haze, you looked up to see Spencer standing in the doorway. You checked the time in the corner of your monitor to find that it was nearly six, well into the evening, and you hadn’t even noticed. “Did we have plans?” You asked, alarm rising in your tone, you looked down at your day planner and didn’t see anything, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t miss something.

“No,” Spencer said immediately, wanting to quell any of your anxieties before they had the chance to develop. “I hadn’t heard from you today, so I might’ve asked Garcia if she had your location on your phone and found that you were at work much later than usual,” he told you, setting his messenger bag on one of your student’s desks before leaning against yours.

You leaned over your desk, setting your chin in your hands and sighing. “You found me,” you mumbled unenthusiastically, eyeing your monitor again.

He’d cut his hair again, in a moment of frustration he’d started snipping, but he ended up calling you for help. It no longer feathered the tops of his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” Spencer asked, tilting his head to the side and tapping the bobblehead you kept on your desk.

Taking a deep breath, you shook your head, “Nothing, I just have a lot of work to do.” You were designing a holiday coloring page, making the outlines yourself because you didn’t like any of the ones you found on the internet.

“Okay,” Spencer responded, extending his vowels. “Now you’re lying to me,” he said. It wasn’t an accusation; he was merely stating the truth.

It bothered you that he was right, and it bothered you that you lied to him. You shouldn’t feel the need to lie to him because, really, if anyone was going to understand how you felt about the email, it was Spencer. You wedged your hands beneath your thighs, keeping yourself from digging your nails into your palms, “My father sent me an email.”

Dad felt too casual, and his first name felt too detached. He was just your father, someone who had been chosen time and time again over you, and whom you hadn’t spoken to in nearly six years. “When’s the last time you saw him?”

“Five years ago,” you answered distantly, remembering how he’d had the nerve to show up at your college graduation even though the rest of your family knew you weren’t in contact with him. Wetting your lips, you looked back at the email on your screen, “He wants me to spend Thanksgiving with him and his family.” People that you shared no connection to—blood or otherwise—and made up the family that had taken your place in his life.

Spencer straightened up a stack of papers on your desk, the shuffling sound so familiar that it put you at ease, “What do you want to do?”

You pinched your eyebrows together, not used to someone asking for your wants, “I want to reply to him, but I know that engaging with him would be equivalent to opening the floodgates.” Releasing a dam of trauma that wasn’t suited for your kindergarten classroom, “I can’t reply to this email.”

Nodding softly, Spencer studied your eyes with a pained look in his eyes, “I know, honey.”

Taking the computer mouse in your trembling hand, you scrolled over the email and blocked the sender before deleting the email and deleting it from the trash for good measure. Hot tears welled in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around yourself, “I hate him.”

You despised him. A man who you shared blood with just so happened to be someone you hated with bone in your body. Bones he had contributed to that you wished you could pull from your body and replace with an untainted set. What was worse was that he had the ability to influence your emotions like this, he could make you angry with nothing more than digital mail.

Anger felt so useless, it was something he used as armor, and you feared that by being angry, you were becoming like him. You were so horrified by the mere idea of your own anger that it made you cry, and you were terrified of your life becoming one big circle.

They say if you grow up with an angry man in your house, then there will always be an angry man in your house. All you needed was to believe in Spencer’s ability to be gentle, but nothing Spencer did would change the fact that you cried as soon as you were pricked with rage.

Spencer crouched in front of you, taking both of your hands in his larger ones and keeping them warm for you. “You don’t owe them anything,” he told you, watching you carefully with his big brown eyes, “It hurts. I know it hurts right now, but you know that you just did the right thing. I’ll remind you of it for as long as it takes for you to believe it.”

The dam broke then, tears fall from your chin to your lap as Spencer gathered you in his arms to the best of his ability, you tried not to flinch away from his embrace. You reminded yourself that he wasn’t there to hurt you, he was there to help you. He ran his palm flat along your spine as you gave in, burying your face in the crook of his neck and basking in the darkness of your own sorrow.

“You did the right thing,” he muttered softly, pulling away and using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away your tears. “You don’t need to apologize to anyone about it,” he said preemptively, knowing you were about to apologize to him for your show of emotion.

You nodded dazedly, leaning your cheek into his palm as he cupped your face with his hands, “I don’t know what I do now.”

Spencer smiled gently at you, “We’re gonna keep moving forward. Are you hungry? Do you want to get dinner?”

Sighing, you shrugged despondently, looking back at your now blank monitor, “I should get some stuff done.” You wiggled the mouse and typed in your password, you stared blankly at your unfinished coloring page, any and all motivation to finish the drawing had vacated as soon as your father made contact.

“What if,” Spencer started, “You come home with me tonight, and tomorrow I’ll come in with you? You can finish up your work and I’ll get to spend some time with you.” Spencer Reid might just be the only person willing to accompany you to work on a Saturday just because you’re having a hard time.

You bowed your head, “You don’t have to do this, Spence.”

He hummed in response, “I want to, and besides—we have plans to make.”

You frowned, your head lifting so you could look him in the face and inquire for more details, “Plans for what?”

“Thanksgiving,” he responded as if it should’ve been obvious, “You’ll get to join BAUsgiving this year, it’s one of Garcia’s favorite holidays.”

Faltering, your eyes widened at his insistence, and you took a deep breath, “I’m not… I don’t want to intrude on your family time.”

Spencer raised his eyebrows incredulously, “Honey, you’re part of that family now. Besides, sometimes I think the team likes you more than me.”

[agoraphobe]

[sematarygirls]

                      Salt &&. Secrets (SMAU.ᐟ)

summary: what started as a fun hobby quickly became more when your anonymous gossip blog unexpectedly began gaining traction after "kook king" rafe cameron discovered your writings about him and publicly bashed you, vowing to discover your identity.

       NAV ! Part Eight. Part Nine. Part Ten.

notes .ᐟ sorry for the mid chapter and mid graphics, i'm off my game rn 😓 (arent i always). also, guys, idk shittttt about xbox gaming. i'm a pc player, so if this is innacurate... uhhh close your eyes

taglist .ᐟ @kyranheyward @theeternaloptimistt @lovinqbella @glitterybombshell @thebumbqueen @zyafics @psychicnatural @fortheloveofwbb @a-lovers-card @rafesangelita @colbysbrocks @shincidios @memoirofasparklemuff1n @drwstarkeys @k-k0129 @lilithblackkk @hewwokitti @hwaaholic @loveu-always @ietss @cl4uus @blckbrrybasket @vanessa-rafesgirl @emmasclaws @fandomhopped @enthusiastms @writinqfever @whorelaud @frankoceanluvr11 @hadids-world @upsidedownjill @ditzyzombiesblog @wearemadeofstardust0 @bradshawed @slipawaylrh @lexvenuss @harrys-housewife @cometmultiverse @sage-burrow @rafesweetie @drewstarkeyzwhore @blushmimi @angelsbreath-1 @suniee3 @akobx @my-fabulousness-has-arrived

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[pinkcarabiner]

"i think women should be meaner!!" you can't even handle leg hair

[sematarygirls]

sarah :( but also SARAH >:(

why are we getting peer pressured rn like... this decision is between rafe and the reader. THAT'S IT. they are grown ass adults pls

NOT WARD

HEARTBREAK: LIVE | 41

All | MASTERLIST (SMAU)

Pairing — Ex-BF!Rafe x Radio Host!Female Reader

Summary — You and Rafe were the perfect couple. But after a mysterious breakup, you went off the grid. When your best friends pulls you back into the spotlight to host a on-campus radio show, you find yourself opening up to the world about your experience. This time, with everyone listening—including Rafe. And him? He wants you back.

Content — college au, football player!rafe au, pregnancy (discussions of abortion, fears, etc.)

Navigation — Part 40 | Part 41 | Part 42

IMPORTANT INFO ABOUT TAGLIST AND UPDATES: if you want to be notified about all my fics and updates, follow @zyafics-library and turn on notifications! however, if you want to be added to this specific taglist, let me know (but to remain tagged, you must interact with the posts).

TAGLIST FOR HB:L: @ghostofwriting @mimibaby01 @itneverendshere @inthelibrarybtw @psychocitylights @carrerascameron @theeternaloptimistt @frankoceanluvr11 @lilithblackkk @promiscuousg1rl @whytheylosttheirminds @harrys-housewife @maybankslover @cnnamongrl @a-lovers-card @rafesgiirl @psychicnatural @rrosiitas @enthusiastms @doll-face222 @ilovefiction4lmen @goldsainz @starkeygirls @maybankiara @yootvi @4ria790 @rafegf-real @rafeslovergirl @yuckblushin @xoxosblogsblog @logansblackgf @watchmerora @lou-la-lou @astroniii @vonhoe @congratsloserr @ilyrafe @rafesdrew @marooningmirrorball @drwstarkeys @xdeadlybansheex @ivysprophecy @murdockcastleslut @jeongintwt @evelynrayne @sematarygirls @winniemoe @chenslucy

[lelouch]