#screaming and saying she’s never doing anything or letting me eat any of the food she buys if I’m gonna waste it

[twijaxx]

OMG FEM!LOCK sooooo would it be ok if you'd write some headcanons about fem!lock characters having a crush on fem!reader? How would they realise it? How would they go about pinning for their crush, yk fluffy stuff(of course only if you want to!) Anyways I hope you'll have a wonderful day or night!!!(Pls pls pls we need more fem!Ness, I love fem!Ness sm)

OMFG I THINK IM IN HEAVEN chat i love yall. (FEMNESS LOVER NONNIE MARRY ME PLS) i hope you will like it nonnie i was having a good time writing this 😣

Fem! Isagi, Rin and Sae (separately) x Fem! reader, occ characters, fluff.

wc: 0,6

Part 2. Nagi, Kaiser and Ness.

Isagi Yoichi! :3

(i don’t have any femsagi pics..)

This woman ain’t nonchalant she made it so fucking obvious it was hard to not see.

Isagi realized when the two of you were on a night walk, the moonlight gently shined at your features, really wide smile on your face as you talked about some stupid things, she could barely understand what you were saying, just staring at your face. You swear! you saw hearts in her eyes in that moment.

As we all know Isagi ain’t nonchalant, she tried shooting her shot any occasion she had :3 (ain’t she cute?) Sadly you were too shy to ask her is she meant it in friendly way or if she really does love you, but one night Isagi decided to straight up say that she loves you.

It wasn’t anything spectacular just simple “I love you [name] i really do, and not just in a friendly way, i mean it like romantically i want to be your girlfriend! and i mean it with all my heart!!” and of course you agreed, after all you loved her too.

Rin Itoshi :<

Rin is NOTHING! like our sweetheart Isagi, she is literally the definition of nonchalant.

She tried really really hard to gaslight herself into thinking she doesn’t love you, that you two are just friends, that the butterflies in her stomach are actually a small stomach ache.

But everything changed one peaceful day when you asked her if you can come to her soccer match, she wanted to tell you that you can’t, but the way your voice sounded oh so sweet on the other side of her phone, she just couldn’t refuse.

It started off peacefully she glanced at you couple of times before the match started and nothing much, but the second she heard you scream her name a loud as u can when she scored the final goal… she realized she was so fucking hard in love with you, so hard she didn’t even notice when she started running to you right after the match ended saying “I love you, be my girlfriend” and then kissing your lips quickly but passionately at the same time.

Sae Itoshi :|

Sae is WAY more nonchalant than her sister, she is plotting inside but outside u will never know she loves you until she says it to your face.

Let’s be fr this woman ain’t broke, even before you two started dating (:3) she was buying you expensive gifts and taking you out to dinners (just in a friendly way/jk)

She was delusional too (like her sis) telling herself this dinners mean nothing, all the necklaces, rings and bracelets she got you were just to make you look prettier. But the realization hit her just like a flying brick.

When the two of you were at a fancy restaurant (again :>) you wore the most beautiful dress she ever seen, wearing all the expensive necklaces, earrings and rings she got you, the dress exposed your every curve (especially your ass) she swears her heart skipped more then one beat the moment she saw you waiting for her in front of her house to pick you up.

The dinner went like every dinner you two been to, she picked you up telling you you looked beautiful as always, eating the food you two ordered, laughing and smiling at each other, then when it was time to drop you off she realized a chance like this will never happen again so she said “Thank you for spending time with me today, you looked as beautiful as always but i have to ask you something. Will you be my girlfriend [Name]? I love you” Of course you said yes, she was the only girl that mattered to you. (you two then went to your house and got freaky ;)

Tags: @isaisliterallyhim @laiko2real <3

I fumbled isagi so hard…

[iwatcheditbegin]

My mom screaming at me and shaming me in front of company for “wasting so much food”. As If that added public shaming is really gonna help someone in ED recovery.

[doberbutts]

Anyway yes, people who can X should be accomodating to people who can't X. People who can walk should accomodate people who can't. People who can hear should accomodate people who can't. People who can see should accomodate people who can't. And on and on. When that doesn't happen, it's a problem that deserves to be talked about.

But the problem is not and has never been "physical disabilities are more important and deserve more accomodations than mental disabilities"- nor the other way around either.

People love to dunk on folks with ADD/ADHD but you know? As someone with ADD raised by diabetic parents I gotta say there's a lot of similarities here. People with ADD, myself included, often forget to eat and when they do eat they often load themselves up with carbs and sugars because those foods make their brains feel good. People with diabetes have to closely monitor their meals and often crave sugars and need a blend of sugary and protein-rich snacks on hand. This is not to say ADD and diabetes are exact one-to-one disabilities.

But having grown up watching my parents manage their diabetes, I too am very aware of meal times and blood sugar and constructing meals that will tide you over and having a blend of sugary and protein-rich snacks on hand Just In Case. I am able to manage my ADD better in this way because I have experience from watching my parents. I also need access to snacks and to be able to say to my boss "I need to go eat something real fast" without being punished.

I had a training client who was the image of "able bodied mentally ill" outside of the usual creaks and squeaks associated with age, her body worked just fine. But after a series of incidents in her youth- a car accident that left her with a serious brain injury, coming home from the hospital afterwards to immediately have her house broken into and herself raped by an intruder, and assorted medical malpractice while she was healing from both- she has a serious and extreme case of agoraphobia and spent the next 40 years completely unable to leave the house. She would hide and wail and scream when deliveries of groceries and other goods would come, because it meant a stranger (and usually a man) would be at her door. She could not go more than a couple steps outside to get her mail and especially not if other people were outside.

At some point her therapist suggested getting a pet, one that *had* to go outside, to help her. So she got a dog and contacted a trainer (me) and we got to work. And she did improve! The dog has been a huge help to managing her symptoms! But you cannot seriously expect me to have worked with this woman for years and then belittle mental illnesses as being lesser when this woman also shares the inability to even leave her house let alone go inside a grocery store. Even today there are times when she simply cannot, she cannot will her body to move out of her door and into transportation let alone into the building.

When she first started coming to me she thanked me for not belittling her or making her feel bad for classes she had to cancel because she couldn't force herself to take the first step over the threshold. That is when she told me what happened to her and that while it sounds terrible she was really happy to have found a trainer who knew something personal about trauma and brain injuries. She is also a case where I feel her ESA should be considered service dog not because of training or tasking but because her need is so high and she is just completely incapable of doing anything without the dog in her arms.

Anyway I think of her any time someone says "but you can walk through the door". There's nothing wrong with her legs so in theory sure she could. But often she *can't*, not because of anything physical, but because she is very severely mentally ill.

[pboogerswbb]

SO IT GOES - PLAYLIST & SYNOPSIS

A/N: an introduction to my next series, which will start coming out in a couple weeks once i finish too lost in you, get hyped girlies!!! this story will not be as angsty as the last one (i mean we'll see in the end) and will have more fluff, paige will be a lovergirl basically. let me know if you wanna be tagged in part 1

Synopsis: Born and raised London girl Izara had it all, a well paying PR job, a charming townhouse in Zone 2, her charismatic fiancé Jasper putting food on the table for her. With a wedding to plan and parents expecting grandchildren any moment, the always planning ahead, type A, sensible Zari does the first unsensible thing of her life - she leaves everything behind for a job as a social media producer for the Dallas Wings. Zari and the other newcomer, the basketball prodigy Paige Bueckers find comfort in each other trying to adapt to life in their new hometown. While Zari teaches Paige about classic literature, cooking and the art of slowing down, the blonde makes it her duty to teach the chronic "good girl" how to break some rules and live for every moment instead of wallowing in the past or the future. In the meantime their connection grows too intense to ignore, but the ever worrying Zari fears the closeness Paige craves, sworn to not get involved with anyone till the scars of her past have healed.

PLAYLIST

Taylor Swift - So It Goes… “I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose, You know I'm not a bad girl, But I do bad things with you, so it goes” Taylor Swift - champagne problems “”She would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head” they said” Sonder - What You Heard “Girl, you wouldn't have to worry 'bout a damn thing, If I was up in it, shit, I bet a pound that I'd put it down, Make you forget that you was ever with him” The Weeknd - Acquainted  “You got me puttin' time in, time in, Nobody got me feeling this way, You probably think I'm lying, lying, I'm used to bitches comin' right 'way” Taylor Swift - So Long, London “I'm just getting color back into my face, I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place, For so long, London, Had a good run, A moment of warm sun, But I'm not the one” Phoebe Bridgers - Graceland Too “Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment, Ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor, and I knew then, I would do anything you want me to, I would do anything for you” Olivia Rodrigo - so american “And he laughs at all my jokes, And he says I'm so American. Oh, God, it's just not fair of him, To make me feel this much” Taylor Swift - Cruel Summer “And I snuck in through the garden gate, Every night that summer, just to seal my fate, And I screamed, "For whatever it's worth, I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"” Halsey - Drive “It's so simple but we can't stay, Overanalyze again, would it really kill you if we kissed?” Taylor Swift - Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince “It's you and me, there's nothing like this, Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince, We're so sad, we paint the town blue, Voted most likely to run away with you” Floetry - Say Yes “All you got to do is say yes, Don't deny what you feel, let me undress you, babe, Open up your mind and just rest, I'm about to let you know, you make me so” The Neighbourhood - Flawless “Your only flaw, you are flawless, But I just can't wait for love to destroy us” Lil Wayne - Love Me “She wake up, eat this dick, Call that breakfast in bed, 69, 96, I feel her heartbeat, I chest to chest with this bitch, Now turn around, face down, I'm arrestin' this bitch” Miguel - Adorn “Baby, these fists will always protect ya, lady, And this mind, will never neglect you” Catfish and The Bottlemen - Heathrow “Love her from the get-go, Pick her up from Heathrow, Whenever she needs me, Watch her on the West End, Pepper up her best friends, Whenever she needs me” Arctic Monkeys - No.1 Party Anthem “The look of love, the rush of blood, The "She's with me" is the Gallic shrug”

[clydiepie]

Team Stan x reader! (Cooking for them)

Cooking for your boyfriend is never dull that's for sure lol

cw: none!

Team Stan (individually) x reader who loves to cook for them!

She/her pronouns

fluffy!

mentions of NSFW

Enjoy!! <3

Cartman<3

do i even have to explain???

okay i will lol

HE LOVES IT

"Hey, babe instead of us going out how about I make dinner?" You said popping your head out from the kitchen

"I think i love you.." he mumbled

"What was that?"

"Nothing stupid get back in the kitchen" he joked

While you worked in the kitchen you were super focused, you always wanted things to be just the way Eric liked (especially since he would never let you forget If you fucked something up)

He is probably sitting on the couch playing some videogame with the boys online when he smells something coming from the kitchen.

He pulls off his headset and leaves the game to follow that delicious smell

"Cartman?"

"Where the hell did he go?"

but the game has been long abandoned he shuffles his way closer to you as you focused on whatever was on the stovetop.

You were pulled from your intense focus as Eric protectively wrapped his arms around your waist

"Almost done?"

"Nearly"

Eric is gracious enough to set the table for you guys

Once you guys have eaten, Eric drags you to the couch to cuddle with him (even though he will insist that he only wants to relax while his food digests)

You guys snuggle up on his couch and watch T.V together

you can see his phone on the end table that keeps lighting up with texts from the boys wondering where he went, he ignores them.

"Maybe you should just say over, I don't want to walk you home in this cold weather."

"Eric it's cold every day."

"Shhhhhh"

Kyle<3

He really just wants to help

dear god let him or he'll explode

"Y/N honey, do you want any help?"

"I'm okay but thank you!"

Kyle will sit in the kitchen and watch your every move, not judging or anything he is just curious (plus he just likes being around you)

He waits patiently for you to give him some kind of task, he really just wants to be helpful.

"Babe?"

"Yes!" Kyle says a little too enthused jumping up from his seat.

"Would you ask Ike if he is hungry, I have enough for the three of us." you say with a smile

Kyle begrudgingly invites his little brother to eat with you guys. (he just wanted you to himself)

The three of you are gathered around Kyle's kitchen table as you serve up the food to the boys.

Kyle can't help but imagine what a good mother you would be.

Like you are so good at helping out with Ike he can’t even think about it without blushing

You take notice of his red face and ask if the food is too spicy

“Oh no it’s perfect!!”

He calmly composed himself as you and Ike chat about how school is going

Shortly after you finish eating Ike scurries upstairs back to his video games while Kyle helps you wash the dishes.

The two of you side by side at the sink, laughing as you play with the bubbles in the sink

You take a huge handful of bubbles and slap it in his face

He wipes his face and underneath the mess you see a devious smirk

You slowly start to back away from him knowing what was about to happen

“Oh baby you’re going to pay for that.”

All is heard is your screams as Kyle chases you with a handful of bubbles

“Ike help me!!” You yell

“Sorry Buddy.” Ike yells back from his room

Stan<3

Stan actually didn't even know you were going to be at his house when he got home

His parents are out of town so he figured he would just heat up a frozen pizza or something

But he walked in the door and was greeted by you wearing a cute little apron and setting the table with some simple plates for the two of you

"Uh Y/N, what's all this?"

"Oh, I just thought it would be nice for us to have a little dinner date." you smile

You are so fucking cute Stan can't handle it

He follows you into the kitchen and sees a number of things strewn about the counters

a cookbook sat open next to the stove as you continued to stir whatever was in the boiling pot in front of you

He could tell you were putting in a lot of effort and he felt bad he hadn't done anything for you

instead of offering his help, which he knew you wouldn't accept, he hatched a plan of his own

Stan strolled over to you and kissed your forehead while you worked

"I'll be right back okay?"

You hummed in response deep in concentration with your project

As fast as he came he was gone again, swiftly grabbing his keys and walking out the front door

As you heard the front door close you thought to yourself what he might be doing but you decided just to focus on the task at hand.

Just as you were about to finish up the food you hear the front door open and some movement in the dining room

You figure Stan is just up to some weird joke so you finish up the food and walk into the dining room with 2 plates in hand

You walk out to see Stan holding a bouquet of flowers and the table is set with candles and rose petals all around

"Stanley" you say trying not to cry because of how sweet he was

"What kind of date doesn't have flowers for their girlfriend?"

You put the food down on the table and walk over to him and pull him in for a sweet kiss

"Maybe I could treat you to some dessert later hm" you say kissing him again

"What did I do to deserve you."

Kenny<3

You decided to surprise your boyfriend at his house with plans to make him and his siblings dinner

You arrived at Kenny's and gave the door a quick knock before being greeted by your boyfriend with a surprised look on his face

"Babe what are you doing here." he says as he swoops in to take all the heavy bags you were carrying

"I thought I could make dinner for everyone." you smiled as you started to unpack the contents of your bags onto the counters

Kenny was shocked you would spend your time and money on him and his family

He needed to repay you somehow

As you started to prepare some stuff for cooking you noticed that Kenny had started to help you pulling out mixing bowls and a few utensils

"Ken you don't have to help, I got this," you say resting your hand on his shoulder as he leans down into the bottom cabinet looking for something.

"I know you do but I just want to help, please let me." he cooed standing up with an old wooden cutting board in hand.

You gave in instantly, how could you say no to that face

The two of you worked together cutting vegetables and cooking over the stove, Kenny would sometimes just walk up and kiss you in the middle of something

The two of you worked so well together, it's like he always knew what your next move would be

he was always one step ahead

As you too finished up cooking Kenny did the best he could to find matching plates and cups for you and his siblings

You went to call the kids in for dinner as Kenny put the plates of food on the table

domestic life seemed to fit you both so well, as you all ate Kenny talked with his sister and brother about their day

he held your hand below the table the whole time

After dinner, you guys just tossed the dishes in the sink and went to Kenny's room to cuddle

As he held you in his arms he mumbled a question into your shoulder

"Would you ever want kids one day?"

"Only if you were my baby daddy." you laugh

"Oh, I can arrange that."

Thanks for reading! i kinda got a little carried away sorry if this is too long lol!!

-m <3

[betweenujb]

i have nothing but this love after all

dahyun x reader

warnings: angst, implied divorce, anger

“Are we just not talking anymore?”

The silence you receive is deafening. You’d honestly rather have her screaming at you or even crying. Any kind of emotion to show that she is actually hurting would be better than this.

Silence.

Her posture is pin straight with her hands folded on the table in front of her. It almost feels like you’re in a meeting with your boss because you did something wrong. You can feel her staring at you, her eyes never wavering, but you can’t bear to look at her for more than a few seconds at a time. Even those seconds feel like they last hours.

“Dahyun,” you breathe out, “please.”

The most you’ve gotten out of her the past few minutes is a throat clearing and a small nod when you sat down to acknowledge your existence at the table. Nowadays, it feels like the most you’ve gotten in weeks.

The home you once lived in with Dahyun felt warm and inviting. It felt like somewhere that love was fostered and opportunities for the future with her were abundant. She’d come home from work around the same time as you and she’d be aching to spend time with you, even if it was just folding laundry and talking about your day.

Now, the home you live in with Dahyun feels cold and empty. It feels like somewhere that is filled with resentment and an utterly heartbreaking sadness. The rare nights you do see Dahyun, she’s too tired to even eat. She has a cup of tea by herself in the living room and crawls into bed, always making sure to keep her distance from you under the covers.

You shift in your seat. The chair’s starting to become as uncomfortable as the atmosphere, but at least you can make your body a little more comfortable. You look up again at Dahyun. She’s finally broken her stare and she’s looking down at her wedding band. It’s the same as yours except a little bit thinner, perfect for her small hands.

Her ring glimmers from the light above the dining room table as she spins it with her thumb. To you, her ring is a reminder of unity and an lifetime of love and care. To her… you’re not sure anymore. You don’t know what Dahyun’s thinking because she refuses to share anything.

“Are you going to be home late tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to save you dinner?”

“No.”

“Are you okay? You sound stressed. I can bring you food.”

“I’m fine.”

Most of your conversations have been over the phone and far and few in between. With each short response she gives you, you feel the distance growing between the two of you. You can feel an invisible tether tied around you both and as hard as you try to pull her back to you, it slips through your fingers.

“Can we please just talk?” You beg her at this point, resting your head in your hands for a moment before you look back up. “I don’t even care what we talk about. I just want to hear you say something. Anything.”

Dahyun takes a breath. She stops spinning her ring and folds her hands again, somehow straightening her posture even more.

“You know what I’m going to say.”

You nod in understanding and feel the weight of her words press down on you even more than the silence. “I know. I just- I want to try. Why won’t you at least let me try?”

Silence again.

You’ve gotten used to it being quiet whenever Dahyun’s not around, but whenever you do see her and she doesn’t speak to you, your ears start ringing. It’s like your body knows that she’s supposed to be talking to you. It knows that the room’s not empty anymore.

“I’m tired.” Dahyun’s voice is so soft you almost miss it. Thankfully, your ears have become accustomed to quiet and to you now, it almost sounds like she’s yelling.

“Tired of what? Tired of work? Of me?” Frustration seeps into your voice.

She looks at you again, her eyes now fixed on your left hand. It feels like she’s trying to burn a hole through your wedding band, almost as if she wishes it weren’t there in the first place.

“I love you.” The words nearly break you as you say them. You feel your stomach twist into a huge knot and it feels like someone’s driven their fist into your gut. The words are heavy. They’re too heavy now.

“You know what I’m going to say.” She says it again and a part of you wants her to speak her mind. A part of you thinks that it would be better than the emotionless responses she’s been giving you for the past few weeks.

“Do you want me to change?” You don’t try to, but your voice raises in frustration again. The emotions that have been swirling around in the back of your mind are starting to push their way to the forefront. “I can change. I can do what you need me to do.”

Dahyun looks down at her hands and shakes her head. She slides her hands in front of her and lays her palms flat, the sound of her wedding band scraping against the table. “You know that nothing is going to fix this.”

“You don’t know that, Dahyun!” You feel like your neighbors can hear you, but you know that it’s only because everything’s been so quiet. Everything feels so loud to you now. “You don’t know that because you won’t let me try!"

“I know that even if you do try, it won’t change my mind.” She keeps her eyes on her hands as she brings them up her thumb and index finger on her right hand holding her wedding band on her left.

You swallow the lump in your throat as she touches her wedding band, you eyes fixated on her delicate fingers. Every part of your body is screaming to do something, but you know she’s right. You know there’s nothing you can do to stop her.

Dahyun slides her wedding band off of her finger. She sets it down on the table and it lands with a soft clink, causing you to close your eyes. It feels like someone is stabbing you over and over again, not caring that you’re crying out in pain.

As you stare at her ring on the table, you start to feel dizzy. You don’t want to look at it, but you know that the alternative would make you feel infinitely worse. Of course you know that rings are easy enough to take off, but your own feels like it’s glued to your hand. You feel like even if you tried to take it off, you wouldn’t be able to unless someone cut it off.

“You knew that this was going to happen.”

You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths before looking up at her again. Her eyes are a little glossy with more emotion she’s shown in the past five minutes than she has in the past few weeks.

“I didn’t though,” you manage to croak out. “How was I supposed to know?”

“You had to have felt it.” Her voice is still steady which amazes you. You’re still amazed at how composed she seems.

“I- how? How was I supposed to feel it when you haven’t said anything to me? I only see you for minutes at a time, Dahyun!” You can feel yourself getting more upset with each passing second and it stings. “I’ve been trying to pretend that this isn’t happening. I keep trying to pretend that work is the problem.”

“You know that work isn’t the problem.”

“I know!” You slam your hand into the table and stand up, your heartrate soaring briefly before you slowly lower yourself back into your chair. "You don't think I know that?!"

“Then how could you not have seen this coming?”

Your mouth opens and closes a few times, but you aren’t sure what to say. Any words feel like they’re so far away and even if you do try to say something, they won’t come out right.

It’s quiet again, but this time you welcome it. It feels more familiar of a hug around you than her arms would right now. As you sit in your chair, slightly slouched forward, you don’t even notice her get up. You don’t notice the sound of things being shuffled around and drawers being opened as she moves from room to room.

When you finally look up, Dahyun’s standing in front of you with a file box from your shared office. She looks down at you, the rims of her eyes slightly reddened by… sadness? Regret?

“What’s this?” You manage to speak again and look between her and the box. You already know what’s in it, but you’re hoping and praying to anyone that will listen to you that you’re wrong.

“I can’t be here anymore.”

You run a frustrated hand through your hair and stand up. She looks so much smaller than usual. You know there’s always been a bit of a height difference between you two, but right now, it seems like she’s miles away.

Immediate regret hits you as you peer into her box. She’s taken a few personal items from each room and stuffed them in with no care or organization in the packing.

“What’s the difference if you’re here or not? I barely see you anymore.”

“Yes, but you’re still present. Your memories are still here.”

Your laugh is dry and filled with sadness as you look up at her from the box. “You’re talking about me like I’m dead. Is that what I am to you? Just a memory?”

Dahyun’s expression remains blank but you can almost feel that you’re right. You can see it in the way her hands tighten on the handles of the box. You can see it in the way she subconsciously adjusts her already perfect posture.

You’re about to speak again when she reaches into the box. She pulls out a letter you’d given her on one of your first dates. You were so nervous that your hands were shaking after she said goodnight to you and went inside.

“What are you- hey! What are you doing?!”

Dahyun takes the letter and crumples it in her hand. She lets it slip out and into the trash can. It lands with a dull thud as you stare down at it.

Before you have time to ask her again, she pulls one item after another out of the box and into the trash. Bracelet. Perfume. Flowers. Necklace. Teddy bear. Anything and everything that used to hold sentimental value to her that you’d given her ends up in the trash, one by one.

Things land in the trash can faster than you can count, but you notice one thing. As Dahyun raises her hand again, you grab her wrist. You manage to lower her hand and pry her wedding band from her palm, quickly pocketing it before it can be thrown away like everything else.

“What the hell was that?” You don’t realize it, but your hands are shaking. You let go of Dahyun’s wrist, your arm falling back to your side as you try to steady your breath again.

It’s almost like someone’s suddenly flipped a switch. You blink a few times, unable to convince yourself of what you’re seeing as tears start to trickle down Dahyun’s cheeks. You stare for a moment in disbelief as you watch her shoulders hunch and her head hang, her tears steadily dripping onto the table.

In flash, she moves around the dining room. She moves quickly to throw and push everything off walls and tables. It happens in a blur and suddenly, the room looks like a tornado tore through it. Shattered glass litters the floor along with pillows and books torn and scattered everywhere. Dahyun’s piercing sobs echo through the space as she lifts up the box and throws it into the living room.

Despite the disorder in your head and the pain in your body, you feel yourself moving beside Dahyun. You feel your arms wrap around her and her body sag against yours. Her full weight is leaning against you but she feels light as a feather. It’s feels like she’s not even there.

“Please,” you mumble against the crown of her head, “please let me try. I promise I can be what you need.”

“I can’t,” she sobs out. You can now hear the pain in her voice. "I can't!" You can hear the days and weeks worth of pain that she’s been carrying around on her own. It takes everything in you to just hold her and not shake her, trying to get some kind of sense as to why she didn’t just talk to you. Why she didn’t just let you try.

You hold her for a few minutes and for those few minutes, it feels like the world has stopped turning. It feels like this moment in time could go on forever and as much as it hurts, it would be good. You’d at least be holding her forever.

As the dust settles, Dahyun straightens up again. She wipes her eyes on the sleeve of her blazer and moves away from you. You let your arms hang even though you don’t want to let her go and watch as she carelessly steps over the destruction on the floor. Pieces of glass and other materials crack under the weight of her heels as she slowly moves towards the door.

Her hand closes around the doorknob, her grip tight as she looks down. You know she won’t look back and you’re kind of hoping she doesn’t. You know that if she does then you’ll try to beg her to stay. You’ll push her even further away.

Your eyes are fixed on the shattered portrait of you and her on the floor. It feels like she’s standing in front of the door for an eternity, but you jump as you hear the door close behind her.

Suddenly, it’s silent again. As you sit, you feel everything crash down onto you. The weight of the past hour makes you feel like you’re drowning, but in spite of everything, you want to try. With everything in you, you don’t want to let the rope slip completely from your grasp. You know that if you do, nothing will ever be the same again.

i didn‘t proofread this because if i did, i‘d make myself sad again. dahyun divorce fic done!

[loveswrites]

Rainy Road Part 2

Rainy Road Part 2 Poly Cullens x Reader

Time it took me: A while can't even lie

Word count: 1501

To anon: There will be a part 3 ofc my loves

Love <3

Cold. Cold was all you felt. It had been 3 months since The Cullens left. From that night on forward you felt like time was paused for you but was still going on for everyone else. The seasons change and the leaves fall. All you can see is that rainy road from that night. Bella was no different. When your mates left, so did hers. You never thought Alice would do something like that to Bella. But then again you never thought any of the Cullens would do something like that to you. Everything went against your better judgment. 

Charlie has tried to get you and Bella to go out more, talk more, eat more. The eating part was more so pointed towards you. When you woke up from that night you felt fine until all your memories came rushing back. When you did you woke up in a hospital. You had hoped and prayed that the doctor that would walk through that door was Carilse. But he never came. He never showed. That broke you more than having a broken arm ever could. You didn’t know what to do. Carilse was only ever concerned about your health. Being the amazing doctor he is. And his love for you only amplified his push for you to stay healthy. 

So you did the only thing you could do. 

You went on a hunger strike. For two weeks straight you wouldn’t eat anything other than the spoonful of food Charlie would practically shove down your throat. He would beg and plead for you to eat something. He didn’t care what it was. You thought starving yourself would bring him back. Would bring them back. It didn’t. No sign of them was ever found. That hurt you more. They really didn’t care. Everything they said was true. Those months you spent loving them, understanding them, caring for them. Meant nothing to them.

You couldn’t sleep most nights, and when you did they were full of nightmares. The hateful words they said to you that night rang through your head. The voices were so loud you’d wake up screaming in terror. This was hard for Charlie. If it wasn't Bellas screams waking up the whole house it was you. No one had gotten a good night's rest since that night and it was really showing. Charlie would get caught falling asleep on the job whenever he was at work, He'd fall asleep mid dinner, etc. That made you feel bad. You couldn't hide your pain even if you tried. You couldn't like and say you were fine. Your eyes tell a thousand truths.. That's something you always told Edward whenever you caught him being closed off.

You could always read him like a book. Not that night though. 

It was late or early in the morning you should say. You wouldn't know you didn't go to sleep last night. You couldn't. You watched the sunrise as much as it could behind the gloomy clouds. The sound of rain hitting your bedroom window brung tears to your eyes. That sound only reminded you what happened that night. But it also let you know that what happened was real. Not just a traumatic nightmare or dream. 

It was the weekend so you were free to do whatever you wanted. Yay, you thought dryly to yourself. A knock coming from your bedroom door  brung you out of your thoughts. As it opened Charlie peeked his head in.

"You alright in here?" He asked.

You shrugged your shoulders in response. You've never been so not alright in your life. Everyone knew that.

"How'd you sleep? I didn't hear anything last night.." Charlie said walking into your room.

"I didn't sleep." Your voice reeked of never ending tears. You felt like an overflowing river. Or more so you felt that you were drowning in that river.

"Oh.." He said. And even looking out the window you knew he was scratching the back of his head.

"Your mom called." He stated.

"Okay." You said plainly as your voice cracked.

"She wants you and Bella to come visit her for a while in-"

"No thanks." You cut him off sitting up to face him but not before wiping the tears off your face. 

"You're not well. You're worse than Bella. You're going. You haven't left your room since I don't even remember when. You're worrying me." Charlie stressed out.

"I- that would make me worse." You said trying to think of something to say other than just kill me.

"You need to go out, have fun like you used to. Seth called his worried about you too he says you guys haven't talked in months. Why don't you hang out with him?" Charlie suggested.

"Sure." That was the last thing you wanted to do.

"Great! I'll tell him you're on your way over." Charlie said before he made his way out of your room. When you heard your door close you sat up.

You were irritated by the events of this whole thing. You didn’t want to go see Seth. You didn’t want to go see anybody. You barely even wanted to look at yourself. You don’t even remember the last time you looked at yourself. The last time you saw Seth was that night.

Everyone told you that Seth was the one who found you that night, you wished he didn’t. You had wished he left you in the middle of that road to die like the family who swerved to avoid hitting you did. No one would let you go see the family or try to go say sorry. You were hysterical. You couldn’t even form a simple sentence to the doctor when they would ask you “Where does it hurt the most?” And all you could do was point to your heart and gasp for air. 

After 10 minutes of laying there in your bed contemplating if this life was really truly worth living you got out of your bed. Walking in the hallway you were faced with Bella who looked as horrible as you felt. She was dressed and she had her bag over her shoulder. 

“Where are you going?” You asked. You don’t hear her leave her room unless Charlie calls you both down for breakfast and dinner. 

“Charlie.” Bella said and that was all it took for you to know that he gave you both the ultimatum. Either get better here or go home with mom.  

“Who he'd make you go see.” You were kinda curious.

“Anyone really, I chose Jessica though.” She spoke softly.

“What about you?” She questioned back.

“Seth.” You both shared a look and both shook your head and parted ways.

The front door closed the same time you closed the bathroom door.

Looking in the mirror for the first time in a long time you couldn’t help but look back and see yourself as a widow. You were never married to your mates but in some way it felt like that was an unspoken marriage to begin with. Sighing you spent a long, much needed hour in the bathroom. And when you walked out you felt like a new woman with a shiny broken heart. You got dressed and after another hour you were off to Seths. 

As you drove the car Carlisle bought you for your birthday you fought yourself to not get lost in your own thoughts. Why didn’t he take the car? They took Bella’s radio but not my car? Maybe that would be something too big to not notice being gone? Before you knew it you were at Seth’s place. No matter how slow you drove you got here too fast in your head. You couldn’t express how much you didn’t want to be here but here you were. Letting out another breath you got out of the car and before you slammed your door shut the door to the cabin opened. 

Turning around you saw Seth walking out with a smile on his face. Giving him a soft smile you closed your car door and walked up to him closing the distance. 

“Hey.” He said smiling.

“Hi Seth.” You said softly. 

“I missed you.” He said pulling you in for a hug. You tensed at the physical affection. He always hugged you when you saw each other. But it seemed all too much today. You found yourself holding back your tears immediately when you hugged him back. He wasn’t who you wanted to hold, to touch.. 

Pulling away after a while you sneezed and quickly wiped your eyes. 

“So what do you wanna do?” you asked. 

“We can watch some movies and order food if you want?” He said.

“Sure I guess that would be fine.” You replied softly. Seth smiled and you both started walking towards the cabin. Your social battery was already on hell. You had no clue how you were going to get through this. 

[jjkamochoso]

Flufftober Day 2: "Left. Other Left!"

@flufftober

Fluff

Sanemi Shinazugawa x gn!reader

Warnings: slight cussing

The daily training you put yourself through was hard enough on your body and mind.

Training with three persistent teenagers who never knew when to quit?

That was a whole new challenge for you,

Tanjiro easily deflected your blade, pushing your body backwards with the force of his strike. You didn’t let up your attack, hoping to catch him off guard. He faltered the slightest bit and you barely got the edge on him, holding your sword close to his neck.

“You did well, young Kamado. I think a short break would do us all some good.”

Zenitsu immediately stopped his current sparring session with Inosuke and dropped to his knees at your feet, crying.

“Oh, thank you L/n-sensei! I’m exhausted! I can barely stand! I don’t know how you and Shinazugawa-sensei train like this every day.”

“I’m not your sensei,” growled Sanemi, halting his own individual training a few steps from you and the kids. “You say that again and you’re as dead as this dummy.”

The wooden dummy’s head landed with a thump on the ground next to Zenitsu who let out a loud shriek and clung to Tanjiro like a scared child. You giggled at the sight of Sanemi’s prominent forehead vein that visible when he was angry; you were well acquainted with it.

“I was just suggesting we all take a break for a little bit,” you told your boyfriend, whose eyes softened upon meeting your own. A soft, cool breeze blew through the grounds of your home and you could’ve sworn it was a gift from the Wind Hashira himself with the way he was looking at you so tenderly. All of a sudden he looked away, gripping the sword in his hands tighter.

“You go ahead. I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.”

You knew there was no use in arguing with him, it’d be like talking to one of your walls. His stubbornness was a quality that both infuriated yet intrigued you.

“Don’t overwork yourself, my love,” you whispered, making sure the kids didn’t overhear you. The last thing you wanted to do was embarrass Sanemi with your gentle words and caresses he was treated with when you two were alone.

“I won’t,” he whispered back, still staring into the distance. You smiled gently, losing yourself in the beauty of his scarred face until Zenitsu’s shrill voice pulled you back to your senses.

“No! Get away from me! I want to lie down!” he shrieked, running past you.

“Get back here and fight me! This isn’t over!” a wild Inosuke screamed as he ran after him.

“Let’s all calm down!” Tanjiro called out, also speeding right by you.

“Why did you invite them here again?” asked Sanemi, clearly disgruntled.

“A change in pace is good. It keeps us young having them around,” you explained.

“Really? Because I feel more gray hair coming in and last I checked, it was already white enough,” he grumbled. You laughed, playfully swatting his chest.

“I’m going to make us some food. Please make sure they don’t burn down my training area while I’m inside.”

“No promises.”

You rolled your eyes and walked inside your home, pondering over what to cook. Nezuko greeted you with her signature kind eyes as you entered the kitchen.

“Would you like to help me cook some food?” you asked her, getting out ingredients.

“Mmhmm!” she agreed, excitedly nodding her head. You gave her the directions and she followed them perfectly, humming a joyful tune as she worked.

When the food was ready, you put it on a tray and walked with Nezuko outside to convince the boys to sit down and eat. Seeing no one in the training area that was previously occupied not too long ago, you frowned slightly, wondering where they could’ve gone in such a short time. You and the younger girl walked together, listening for anything to denote their presence. Right when you were getting worried, you heard loud voices in the distance and saw clouds of dirt being kicked up. The yelling was reaching your ears but you couldn’t make out what anyone was saying.

“Go stand next to the house. I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t want you getting hurt,” you said to Nezuko and she quickly did as she was told. That was perfect timing on your part because when you finally understood what Tanjiro was saying, it was too late.

“Move! Go left! Left!”

Confused, you took a few steps to the left, but when you noticed Zenitsu running at a lightning fast speed straight toward you, you realized your mistake.

“Other left.”

You had no time to react when you felt strong, familiar arms grasp you tightly and move you out of the way from the sure collision course you had put yourself in. Your tray of food clattered to the ground, a feast the local animals were sure to be thankful for later.

“You three! Knock it off and come here. Now!”

You hadn’t seen Sanemi that genuinely angry in a long time. His booming voice made your body erupt in goosebumps from nervousness for the kids who were about to get a major chewing out by your temperamental boyfriend.

“Are you okay?” Sanemi asked, holding you at arm’s length and quickly giving your body a once over to make sure you hadn’t gotten any injuries from the unexpected (almost) run in.

“I’m okay,” you confirmed. “Just a little shaken up, is all.”

Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Tanjiro apprehensively approached you both, not making eye contact with either of you.

“What were you shitheads thinking, running around like that?” Sanemi seethed. “You almost ran Y/n over with your carelessness.”

“We’re so, so sorry,” Tanjiro replied, lowering his forehead to the ground to show his remorse. Zenitsu did the same and Inosuke followed suit after a moment.

“You should be. You ruined perfectly fine food that Y/n had made for us.”

“We will make it up to you! We’ll make even better food!” yelled Inosuke, standing up and running into your house. Tanjiro hesitantly raised his eyes to yours.

“May I… follow Inosuke to make sure he doesn’t ruin your beautiful home?” he asked you, his voice small.

You nodded. “Please do. And thank you for trying to warn me earlier. You’re not in trouble.”

Tanjiro wiped away a few tears of relief as he left the scene, not wanting to be present for whatever Sanemi was going to put Zenitsu through.

“As for you,” Sanemi said, his voice eerily low as he grabbed Zenitsu by the front of his uniform, “I will make you regret stepping foot on this property.”

Zenitsu whimpered as he tried to pull away from Sanemi’s unyielding hold. You pitied the teen; the situation wasn’t wholly his fault and you were unscathed anyway.

“I don’t think there’s any need for punishment. He looks sorry enough.”

“I am! I am! I’ll do whatever you want, L/n-sensei! Just keep him away from me!” replied Zenitsu.

“Have you learned a lesson here today?” He nodded vigorously at your question. “Good. Go help the others in the kitchen. All is forgiven.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief but Sanemi lifted him off the ground even higher. “I want 500 push ups from you after you’re done cooking.”

Sanemi let go and Zenitsu scurried away to the safety of the indoors. You finally let out the giggle you had been stifling at the whole ordeal.

“You really are my hero, you know that?” you mused, resting your hands on Sanemi’s exposed chest. You smiled at the small blush appearing on his cheeks.

“Whatever. Pay more attention next time,” he said, trying to sound much grumpier than he felt at the moment. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, you smiled.

“In the future, I’ll be more mindful of my left and right.”

“In the future, if this happens again, I’m cutting off their legs.”

Taglist: @kana-daydreams

[mubabee]

Yandere Arata’s first meeting with Y/N?

Ty for requesting for an OC! Also no need to put yandere, all my OCs are yanderes 😼

Whenever I make a OCs x reader book, I always like to write Arata and Y/N meeting like this.(Mikio and kuroko are in this so basically a reverse harem. Straightforward writing.)

(I think I used the word ‘it’ too much)

WARNING — GORE, BUT IT IS NOT DETAILED

—When you first encountered Arata, it was actually in his cat form. He was just in an alleyway, staring blankly with his golden eyes. It had given you a little fright at first because it was so dark.

—Once you realized it was only a cat, you calmed down. Despite the lack of light in the alleyway, you could see the peculiar color of his fur — a deep blue you don’t recall ever seeing any breed of cats with.

—You tried to approach him, but he scurried off without a sound. It was quite impressive how he jumped from balcony to balcony with ease. He was already at the rooftop in mere seconds.

—So, you made it your mission to catch this swift cat. Mikio and Kuroko didn’t quite like the idea but in the end, they opted to simply make sure the creature didn’t hurt you. But really, they could catch the animal with ease.

—It was tedious but proved to be easier than you thought it would be.

—The cat would be there everyday, silently sitting with its blank eyes. You’d bring food that it would never eat, toys that it would never play with, milk that it would never drink —anything to lure it out. It would never come towards you, but you noticed that with each attempt, the distance it would let you pass before running off shortened.

—Until one day, it let you calmly pick it up in your arms with no complaints.

—Now let’s just say you lived separately from Mikio and Kuroko for now and had a female roommate.

—So you bring the cat home and she suggests the name ‘Arata’.

—So now that was officially his name!

—Mikio made sure to clip its nails and ensure it had no diseases or complications. (Also found out it was a boy😼)

—On the first day, it was normal — other than the fact Arata would constantly cling to you. Even as you were leaving, he would try and follow you through the door. Your roommate would complain that he had no interest to anything outside of you, even when she tried to entertain him with cat toys.

—On the second day, you left. Your roommate then brought Arata into the bathroom so she could shower and ensure he wouldn’t cause any trouble at the same time.

—But to her confusion, the door was open as soon as she finished bathing. It made her a slight bit wary, but it must’ve been because Arata learned how to open doors already. (trust me they can learn how to do that sht, my old cat did)

—She got dressed and went to the kitchen only to see a grown man in the living room, his back turned to her. The worst part is that he was completely naked.

—He didn’t seem to notice her, so she reached for a knife on the kitchen counter and creeps up behind him. Then wobbly, she stabs his side.

—No screams or yells were made, not even a hint of reaction. All he did was turn around.

(I don’t know how to color blood😔)

—that’s literally all he fucking asked.

—Yea this man literally calls you ‘master’.

—Probably because you basically adopted him.

—When you arrived back, your roommate was sitting outside, scared out of her mind. Just before she could shakily explain what happened, Arata opens the door, still butt naked and it’s just like ??

—you’re wondering who tf this is until you see his ears and tail.

—at this point it’s up to your imagination for how you react.

[traveler-at-heart]

Shopping

Summary: Natasha hates shopping, but an incident might change her mind.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Who knew saving the world was so much work.

Specifically, paperwork. 

Thor, unfamiliar with Earth’s customs and the bureaucracy of any organization, always had trouble filing his reports. You volunteered to spare him of endless hours sitting in front of a computer and to save Steve the frustration of trying to figure what the god meant when he wrote things like “the screams of our victims can be heard from Hell”

Only, you had been at it for almost three hours now. You stretch, feeling your back muscles strained.

Time for a snack break. 

Which you were doing, eating cereal and browsing through some emails. There’s a sale at your favorite store. Maybe, if you find the right outfit, you’ll agree to that blind date Tony’s been nagging you about. 

The day seems to be getting better, until Sam rushes past you, mumbling.

“Run, hide, anything”

“What?” you say, mouth full of cereal. He’s already gone. Five seconds later, Natasha storms in. “Oh, hey, Nat”

She glares and you gulp down the rest of your food. Against your better judgment, you smile again and ask her if she wants to go shopping. You can’t stop talking, she makes you that nervous. 

“I hate shopping”

You already know it and she tells you for good measure, before rolling her eyes and leaving the kitchen.

Right.

“Bucky, she’s alive,” Sam whispers as you walk back to your room. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“She was pissed. Had an argument with Tony” Bucky barely opens his door.

“They always do” 

“Romanoff looked ready to kill him”

“She always does. And why are you hiding behind the door?” you look at Bucky.

“He ate all of Romanoff’s angry cookies” Sam replies.

“Terrible timing”

“Yeah” Bucky sighs, peaking around to see if Natasha is coming to kick his ass. Frankly, you wouldn’t stop her.

“Well, if you’re done gossiping, I have a shower to take”

“Where you going?”

“Shopping” you immediately shut down Sam’s curious tone. These boys are so nosy.

“Can I come?”

“Absolutely not. You always flirt with the girls and I can never get them to help me out”

“Oh, come on”

“Knock it off or I’m telling Nat you ate those cookies”

“No!” he sprints down to his room, while Bucky shuts the door so fast, you swear the wood cracks.

Ugh, it’s like living with teenagers. Thankfully, you have a plan. As you suspect, Natasha is going around the kitchen cabinets, mumbling something about “killing Barnes”

“Hey” you don’t expect her to respond or turn around, so you just place the package on the counter. “I know those man babies eat everything on sight, so I always have some saved in my room. Your favorites” 

Natasha stops her movements, but still won’t turn around. 

“Thanks” she finally says as you walk back to your room.

You wish it was enough to make her feel better. You also wish she trusted you enough to vent about what it is she’s so upset about. 

But with Natasha, there’s always been a wall. You don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse, because you find her so attractive, endearing and even cute. 

If you get close, then you’re sure it’s going to evolve from slight crush to full time pining.

That can’t happen.

These thoughts take up most of your shower time and as you get ready to leave, you only turn around once to check your hair.

There’s a surprise waiting for you at the garage. Someone sitting on the driver’s seat of your car.

Natasha looks up and smirks.

“I don’t let anyone else drive”

“Mind you, I’m more worried about how you broke into my car without the alarm blaring” you tsk as she takes the keys from your hand.

She shrugs her shoulders and to your surprise, guesses which mall you’re heading to.

“I notice things too”

“You’re talking about those cookies?”

“I guess”

“Well, you’re always welcome to get them from my room. Secret cabinet behind the mirror”

“Nice”

You chuckle and she actually looks like her mood is improving.

And you… you are approaching the pining stage at an alarming rate.

--

“So, what are you looking for?” she asks when you finally get to your favorite clothing store. Natasha looks completely out of place between the lighting and the bland pop music playing in the background.

When she turns around, she finds you putting some lingerie sets over your clothed body, evaluating the shape and color.

She’s thankful you’re too focused on your own reflection to catch her blushing madly. Now is not the best time to picture you wearing one of those sets.

“Oh, maybe something to go on a date” you reply, choosing the black lingerie.

That answer is enough to put her in a bad mood again. 

After a few minutes looking around, you sense that she’s starting to get impatient. Natasha shrugs her shoulders at every dress you show her. You might as well be holding a hot dog suit to get her approval.

“Alright, I’m going to the dressing room. Hold this” you give her your purse, to guarantee she won’t flee the minute you close the door.

“Don’t be long” she mumbles when you’ve barely taken your top off. Without thinking much about it, you peak through the door and smile mischievously.

“Relax. If you’re a good girl I’ll get you something nice”

The redhead blushes furiously as you close the door again. You think it’s pointless to show her the dress, thinking she’ll just shrug and make a non committal hum. 

You’re on dress number three and think it’s the best one yet. 

“Shit” your smile is quickly replaced by a frown when you realize the zipper on the back is stuck. “Nat” you call frantically for her.

“What?”

“I’m stuck”

“What…?”

“Come here” you jump out of the dressing room and pull her inside, shutting the door behind you. “The zipper. Can you pull it down?”

“Y-yes”

“Ok, go” you move your wavy hair out of the way, expecting it to be over with one swift motion.

But Natasha’s touch is surprisingly soft and delicate. You feel her breath close to your neck. Fuck.

“Fuck” Natasha says and you snap back.

“What is it?”

“It’s really stuck” she sits on the little chair at the corner of the room and pulls you along. As she keeps trying to undo the zipper, your body gives in, sitting almost on her lap, your back to her front.

“Almost… there” she grunts, pulling so hard that you end up actually sitting on her lap, squealing at the force of her movements. “Sorry, sorry, I got you”

“I thought I was gonna die” you sigh, not moving away from arms that are circling your waist.

“Trained spy is scared of a little fabric?”

“Jerk” you stand up, but the dress is halfway down, limiting your movements. It falls completely to the ground, you stumble and turn, landing once again on Natasha’s lap, this time face to face.

Or rather… Breasts to face. She has her entire face on your lingerie clad breasts.

“Jesus, Nat, I’m sooo sorry…” your apology dies down when you feel strong arms pulling you closer. You look down and find emerald eyes, pupils dilated with lust and lips parted, waiting for permission to move forward.

There’s not much else to think about, so you place your hands on either side of her face and kiss her, desperate and fast. Natasha moans against your mouth, moving down to your neck and sucking until she leaves a mark. Her expert fingers are trying to unclasp your bra when...

“Everything ok in there?” a store clerk asks. You break apart, feeling frustrated and very much turned on.

“Yeah, I’m almost done here!” you shout, a little too out of breath.

“I think your friend left. She really hates shopping, huh?”

“Oh, I think I’ve managed to change her mind” you wink at Natasha before putting your clothes back on.

--

“Stop” Natasha says as you head back to the Compound, one hand on the wheel and the other hovering above your leg.

“I’m not…!”

“You’re staring”

“You’re a really good kisser”

The redhead blushes and you think you’re in love.

No turning back now.

“So… when’s your date?”

“I don’t know, when are you free?”

“But I thought...”

“Tony was insisting on setting me up. That was before I knew my not-so-secret crush wanted to have her way with me in a dressing room” 

For the first time ever, Natasha is speechless and you laugh.

“So how about tomorrow?” she finally asks as she parks your car.

“That works for me” you walk side by side and then smile. “See? Aren’t you glad you went shopping with me today? You got to pick the clothes you’ll rip off of me” 

Natasha stops walking, and she’s actually considering just taking you up to her room right now.

“Tomorrow” you promise, smiling as you peck her lips.

--

“Hey”

“Yes, Sam?” you still have a silly smile, walking back to your room.

“I just saw Natasha and she smiled at me. Do you think she’s ok?”

“Yes, Sam” you roll your eyes, but he keeps staring. “What?”

“What’s that thing on your neck?”

Fuck. You slap your hand over the hickey and rush to your room.

“None of your business”

“As long as you keep her happy!”

“Shut up, Wilson”

[cameronspecial]

Assisting In Deception (Part 10)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Sexual Jokes

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.1K 

Summary: Can Rafe do whatever he can to get his happily ever after with Y/N?

A/N: This is the final part and I hope you enjoy it! I am going to miss writing for these two because I love their dynamic.

Masterlist

The news had gotten out, not only about Y/N and Rafe’s break up but also about their relationship being only for the media and wedding. A lower-level lawyer at Cameron Development had found their contract and after the breakup was made public by someone at the company, she thought it was a good time for a payday. In true media fashion, Y/N was crucified for being a whore and materialistic, while Rafe was praised for being such a great boyfriend to her even when the relationship was fake. The double standard bothers Rafe way more than it did Y/N. She has finally learned not to take anything to heart. Rafe on the other hand knows how much those labels sunk into her skin, especially since he called her those exact same things. He has done every single possible interview he could to clear her name, but no outlet would really listen to his words. 

Not to mention, his father’s anger just adds to his feeling of guilt. Ward screamed about how Rafe could treat her that way and he should’ve made the relationship real as soon as he knew he was falling for her. Ward wasn’t upset at the lie; instead, his feelings were more focused on the fact that his son had let love go.

Rafe is going to get her back though and this is the only thing he has ever been a hundred percent sure about in his entire life. The long days without the refreshing smell of strawberry shampoo and the long nights without the soft whispers from her sleeping lips are driving him insane. Every morning and night he reaches out to pull her into his warmth, always being left empty-handed. 

He thinks of a thousand ways to make it up to her, but he doesn’t know what to do. He decides to go to the one person who he knows could help him with her. “Juni, please talk to me. I need your help,” he begs, wedging his foot between the door and its frame to stop it from shutting in his face. The shorter girl shakes her head, “She is very angry at you. I don’t know what I can do for you. We both know she doesn’t mess around and that’s exactly what you did, Big C” His eyes flicker to the carpeted floors of the hallway, dragging his left foot back and forth across it. “You don’t need to think about anything. I just need you to send her food every week. I’ll give you my card number so you can charge it to me because I know she won’t take it if I put my name on it,” he states. His hand reaches into his pocket to pull out his card. Her head tilts and her eyebrows frow together to become one.

“If this is about getting her back, then what’s the point of sending her the food without your name?” 

“It’s not about her forgiving me or taking me back. I just want to make sure that she can still eat out. I know she’ll get frugal about her money while she is figuring out a new budget with her new income and she won’t factor in getting take-out into her budget until everything else is taken care of. Her accountant degree will definitely kick in.” 

“That’s really sweet. And I know what you mean, she’s already started cutting her own expenses on groceries. I’ve never seen her go more than a day without having coffee from the shop downstairs. It’s weird.” 

“Exactly, so do it for me, please. I just want her to be happy and cared for.”

“Fine, you are lucky that I was rooting for you guys.” 

“Thank you! Thank you so much! Let me know if you guys need anything else, okay? Nothing is too big.” 

“I know Y/N needs a trip to Cabo, but under my name.” 

He gives her a playful smile with the tilt of his head. She shrugs, “I tried. Let me know if you need any help with your plan.” Rafe nods at her offer. “I will. Thank you again,” he says, walking away from the apartment after their goodbyes. 

——

Y/N sits at her desk looking at the number on her screen. They start to merge together and she wants to bang her head against the wall. She got a job as an accountant’s assistant and she is not exactly thrilled with it, but it made the most sense because of her degree. She needed a job and she didn’t have the time to try to figure out what is the right career for her. Her boss has gone to lunch but needed her to stay behind to finish up this budget. 

The noise from the door draws her focus to Lydia, the secretary for the office. Nutmeg and parsley fill the room with its aroma. Her mouth salivates as it smells exactly like her favourite creamy mushroom gnocchi. The brown bag with a familiar logo sits in Lydia’s hand. “A delivery guy brought this over. Said it was from Juni,” she explains, placing it on her desk before exiting. Y/N grins at the bag and her hands draw together near her chest. Her shoulders sway from side to side in a little dance. She opens the bag, letting the food overwhelm her senses. With her phone in hand, she takes a selfie of herself hovering over the food and sends it to Juni with a thank you. The food hits her taste buds and she wants to melt as the creamy goodness settles in. 

——

“Sir, all of your meetings, appointments and business dinners are on your calendar. I took the liberty of decolour-coding the calendar and rearranged it in a manner that each happens in the same time frame every day. It makes more sense like that. All your meetings are arranged in the afternoon. Appointments in the mornings. And obviously the business dinners in the evening,” Ricardo debriefs, showing Rafe with his tablet what he meant. Rafe isn’t too pleased that Ricardo changed Y/N’s system, but he knows it’s because he is holding on to any piece of her he can. It isn’t Ricardo’s fault that she left. Rafe acknowledges he heard his assistant, “Okay, sounds good. Thank you. You may go back to your desk now.” 

Ricardo does as he is told and heads to his desk. The ding from Rafe’s phone immediately attracts his attention. He scrambles to pull it out of his pocket and opens the text from Juni. The screenshot she sent makes the clock stop spinning for just a second. The smile on Y/N’s face is enchanting and he wishes he saw the little dance he knew she did after taking the food out. He sends a thank you back and practically begs her to send him the actual photo so that he can save it to his camera roll. Once she does, he lets out a sigh of happiness. This is who he is trying to fight to get back. 

——

How do you make up for pushing your not-real girlfriend, but the girl you are totally in love with, away is not a Google search that has a lot of results. Something big and grand would scare her away. Something small and intimate doesn’t feel like enough. And there really isn’t a middle ground when it comes to gestures. He always defaults to food, so he wants to do something different from his norm. The sounds of his socked feet dragging against the hardwood floor bounce off of the walls as he paces the room. His head darts to the space over his bed and he stops. He takes in the painting he bought from Nancy. Each stroke comes together to show the emotions he felt at that moment and he knows the perfect way to prove to Y/N what he feels for her. 

——

When she opens the door, Nancy isn’t expecting to see her sister’s fake ex-boyfriend standing behind it. “What do you want?” she growls, crossing her arms. It is clear that her crush on him is gone with the way he upset Y/N. He looks at her with pleading eyes, “Hey Little Artist, I need your help. Please.” Her cheeks start to redden, but he can tell that it isn’t because of embarrassment or her small crush. 

“Why should I help you? You called my sister a gold digger. Do you know how much she is hurting right now? If anything I should be trying to figure out how to hide your body.”

“I know. I’m sorry that I hurt her and I want to tell her this too. I just need your help with how I execute this apology.”

“Well, I don’t want to.”

“Little Artist, please. I love your sister so much and I can’t handle knowing that I’ve made her feel bad about herself. I just want to apologize and show her her worth again. If she tells me to get lost after I do, then I promise she will never hear or see me again. I just want her to be happy.”

Nancy looks him in the eyes and her anger lessens at what she sees. Rafe is practically in tears at the thought of what he has done. His words have really hit home for her. “Fine, I’ll help you. But you are buying me food.” 

“Wow, you really do take after your sister.” 

——

Nancy watches over his shoulder as he sketches onto the canvas. The look she makes at the outline causes him to turn towards him. “What did I do wrong?” he asks, immediately erasing the mark he just made. Her hand stops his movement, “No, it’s not that. It’s just that this is great and all, but you aren’t capturing anything deep. I don’t feel the emotion you are trying to convey right now. Just make sure when you are painting to try to bring what you are trying to say to life. But don’t worry about it for now.” He takes in her advice and keeps doing what he is told. 

The next day he starts painting. He is a lot more nervous about making the first mark than he thought he would be. “Would you stop being a big baby and just start?” Nancy complains, trying to push the paintbrush in his hand onto the canvas. His strength halts her attempt, “No, I can’t. I have to make this perfect, Little Artist. I need to show your sister how sorry I am.” “Trying to make it perfect isn’t going to work. The raw emotion you put into it is what is going to make it perfect. So turn your brain off and start,” she commands. She goes over to her own canvas to do some work. He takes a deep breath and takes a leap of fate in himself by completing the first stroke. 

——

For weeks, Juni has been sending Y/N food every single day at the office. Y/N has tried to tell her that leftovers are okay to eat for lunch, but she doesn’t appear to listen. Y/N questioned how Juni could’ve gotten the money and was met with the promise that her work has added a lunch plan for two in her contract. This doesn’t sound any bit true to Y/N, but she goes along with the lie. The headphones over her ears make her oblivious to the world around her. She opens the door to the dark apartment, grooving to the music. The routine she moves through when she gets home goes smoothly until she gets to her bedroom. 

The thin large square package leaning against her bed is not a part of that routine. She approaches the gift, looking for any indication of who sent it or how it got into her room. Her first thought is to ask Juni if she knows anything and is met with the answer to her question. You got a package this morning when you left. I brought it into your room, Sweetie. This eases her worry that someone has broken into her room. She puts her purse away and starts tearing into the wrapping paper. The painting she finds brings tears to her eyes. Years of living with Nancy means Y/N knows a little bit about painting, so she knows the technique is nowhere near perfect. Yet, the meaning it is trying to convey is clear to the woman. She can feel the emotion he felt while he painted it. There could only be one person who made this for her. 

The subject of the painting: her, specifically from a picture of her when they went to Greece. They had found a little cafe near the beach and she was completely in love with the saragli and baklava he bought her. She was too occupied enjoying the nutty and sticky pastry to notice him taking her picture. The painting isn’t a good likeness to her. Her nose is a little too close to her lips and her eyes are wider apart than in actuality, but the lighting tells her everything she needs to know. She remembers the picture vividly and knows that it isn’t accurate to the day. Instead, the light paints her in a golden light that makes her look ethereal. The love he feels for her comes across with every golden stroke on the canvas. Her anger starts to vanish. 

She doesn’t know how she knows, but she heads to the front door. Y/N opens the door to find Rafe waiting with bubble tea in his hand. “The painting was amazing. It doesn’t make up for what you said though,” she comments, moving out of the way for him to come in. He does and sets the drinks on the kitchen island, “I know. I was hoping the bubble tea would make up for the rest of it.” 

“You and I both know that’s not what I am waiting for, Boss.”

“I know… I’m sorry, Butterfly. I have never thought that you were a gold digger. I was hurting because I didn’t like seeing you with another guy.”

“Just because you are hurting, it doesn’t mean you get to hurt me.” 

“That’s true. And I want to prove to you that I don’t truly think those things. But I’m going to have to be around you for that to happen. So if you feel the same way about me as I think you do, then please let me back into your life. I missed your excited squeals about food or watching you play with Dax. He misses you too you know.” 

“I miss him too. I just don’t know if I’m ready to forgive you.” 

He steps toward her, reaching for her hand. His fingertips graze hers before she lets his large hand envelop hers. His lips brush the shell of her ear, “I am prepared to wait for eternity to get you back.” Her eyebrows form a caterpillar as she gives him a trying look. “What if it takes an eternity and one day?” she pushes. His other arm pulls her flush against his chest by the waist, “I’d beg on my knees an eternity and a hundred days if you want.” “On your knees, huh? How about on your knees between my thighs?” Y/N whispers, lips ghosting his. She can basically feel his lips on hers. “I thought I was apologizing to you? But I’ll be on my knees between wherever you want. So, are we going to give me another chance?” 

“I think I have to think about it.” 

He chuckles at her playful tone, “Well, I hope you don’t mind me doing this.” She takes the lead and brings his lips to hers. Their lips move in tandem like a well-oiled machine. Her hands twist in his hair and he plays with the bottom of hers. This is where they are meant to be. She is who he is meant to be with. 

——

A year. A year of bliss as her official boyfriend. Although Rafe likes to count the time they spent faking dating as the start of their relationship, he knows Y/N likes the beginning of their relationship to be the day she found his painting in her room. She believes it’s more romantic that way. Now, she’s spent the last six months living in his apartment with him. He gets to wake up every day with her and go to sleep beside her every night. 

After they got together, Y/N didn’t go back to work for him and he completely understood why. She wanted to find someplace for herself in the world, which she did. Her love of food turned into an Instagram account reviewing different places around the city. It’s grown quite the following, but nothing so great that she would quit her job as an assistant accountant. Rafe insisted that he would take care of her while she pursued this passion, but ever the planner she is, she said that she wants a steady income to make some savings for herself first. Plus, accounting is a little more bearable when she can devour delicious food for money after work. 

Y/N is away at a work conference for the week and the empty house makes Rafe feel a little lonely. Dax keeps him company, but waking up the first day she is away is normally the hardest for him. Over the last six months of living together, they have grown into a well-synced routine with each other that is currently broken. Rafe would normally wake up earlier than needed so they could get ready for work together and he could drive her to her office before he gets to work himself. He tried offering to buy her a car, but she is very keen on saving up for one herself and he is not about to take away her independence. He sadly walks to the bathroom, getting ready to brush his teeth by himself. His hand reaches for the toothbrush and is met with the sound of paper rustling against his finger. He looks down to see a Post-it note on his toothbrush: I’m sorry I had to go away for work, but I love you, always, Boss. He smiles at the little note and feels his mood start to lift immediately. 

The next note he finds is in his car. The sun was in his eyes while he was getting ready to pull out of the parking spot, so he put down the sun visor, only for a small paper square to float down onto his lap. Did you know that 90% of drivers sing behind the wheel? So sing your heart out to Call Me Maybe, Boss. He loves it when she gives him random facts. He opens his phone case so he can keep it safe to put it with all the others. He’s kept every single Post-it note she has ever written for him, even the ones she wrote when she started as his assistant. 

By the third note, he guesses that the rest of the time that Y/N is away he is just going to be finding them everywhere. Ricardo walks in like he normally does every morning to give him a detailed rundown of his day. “The last thing of note is that Ms. Y/L/N has ordered me to give you this today,” Ricardo finishes, handing Rafe a blue piece of paper. He waits for Ricardo to leave before reading it. What do you call a butterfly that can fly faster than any other butterfly? A betterfly. He laughs at the horrible joke and texts her the laughing emoji. He knows she’ll know why without any context. He waits for a response and receives the kissy face emoji. 

He gets home from work and is getting ready to feed Dax when he finds the next one. He doesn’t know how he didn’t notice the note sticking to the jar when he fed Dax this morning but he shrugs it off. Confusion crosses his face when he reads it though. Hi Daddy, Mommy wanted to let you know that I’m not going to be an only child soon. Love, Dax. Why in the world would Dax not be an only child soon? Is this her way of telling him she is adopting another dog? Dax whines for the food and snaps him out of his thoughts. He’ll just have to call her later to ask. 

The phone call he plans to make gets quickly forgotten and he is watching TV at the moment. However, Dax’s scratching at one of the guest bedroom doors removes Rafe from the couch. He goes upstairs to see what is going on, opening the door to see what Dax wants. The dog immediately enters the room and hops on the bed to his favourite chew toy that has somehow got in there. He heads over to take the toy into the living room so he can keep an eye on Dax. He stops at the contrast of the bright pink sticky notes against the light gray sheets. “Huh, why would mommy leave a note here? We never go in here,” he asks the occupied dog. Rafe takes a second and remembers the last time this room was used. It was the first-night Y/N had ever stayed over at his house. His hand hesitantly picks up the note and this time he isn’t met with words but a drawing.

The drawing is of a woman without a clear view of her face because her hair is blocking it. She is looking down at her round belly with her hands placed lovingly on it. Rafe’s first thought is that there is no way Y/N drew this because she can barely draw stick figures this well. Then the dots start to connect. The note before this one. The complaints that her favourite foods are repulsing her. The crying at every animal commercial. The little belly weight she gained that he just chalked up to being because he read in one article that the extra weight gained at the beginning of a new relationship means they are happy and he isn’t displeased by that fact. His happiness quickly turns to upset that she isn’t here to celebrate the news with her.

His hands clumsily fish for his phone in his pocket and he goes to dial her number. When the ringing comes from behind, he freezes all movement. He slowly turns around to see her standing with a massive grin on her face. His phone drops to the floor and he doesn’t care that a massive crack noise sounds throughout the room. He runs to her, taking her into his arms. He lifts her up from the ground and spins her in excitement. Her giggles send pure joy through him. “We are having a baby!” he exclaims, finally letting her two feet find the ground again. She takes his chin into her hand so she can look into his eyes, “We are.” 

“I can’t believe it. We have so much to do. I have to go to the store so we can repaint this room. Actually, we should hire someone to paint a mural. And we have to pick out the crib, a new dresser, a diaper gen-”

“Woah, woah, woah, Boss. Slow down a little. The baby isn’t coming for another nine months. And I thought I was supposed to be the planner.”

“You are right. I’m just really excited. I literally just found out about them and they are just the size of like a pea, but I already love them as much as I love their mommy. I can’t help it.” 

“I love you too and I can’t wait to meet them too.” 

The couple takes a moment to just look at each other in their eyes, conveying all their emotions and thoughts. The baby was not planned, but it is clear to both of them that the baby is still very much wanted. They smile at this communication and kiss each other for the first time since she got home. For once in her life, Y/N Y/L/N took a chance on love and look where she is now. She never looked back on that decision to let go of her fear of commitment because it led her to not only her first love of her life but to her second one as well. 

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[gghostwriter]

Yours Truly, Romeo

Chapter 7 __ Violent Delights

Spencer Reid x FOC

Summary: Washington, DC - A string of grizzly murders and obsessive love letters causes Olivia and Spencer’s paths to intertwine. With a serial killer proclaiming his undying devotion to her and the thick tension surrounding her and her agent turned bodyguard, Olivia’s life is writing out like a contemporary love story that she, as a successful writer, could see herself publishing.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains kidnapping and beginnings of s*xual assault. If you cannot stomach this warning, feel free to skip this chapter and wait for the next one to publish

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“Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo?” - Act 2, Scene 2. Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare

It was bright and cold when Olivia came to. The walls were painted in this light green color, her favorite and the space was decorated with items for two—a couple sofa, a queen size bed, and a dining table for two with a chair she was currently chained to, with her hands and feet bound with prison chains. She knew where she was, in a pretty cage held captive by Elijah, her co-worker and a man with a dark delusion for her. There was a candle-lit dinner meal laid out nicely in front of her and the bed to her right peppered with rose petals. She shuddered to think about what would happen there. She chanced a look at the door ahead of her, deducing it was the entrance. 

The same door swung open and she screamed at the monstrosity that came through. It was her captor shirtless—wearing a full body skin suit and a face that wasn’t his own. She scrambled to get away from him, pressing further into her chair as if merging herself with it. Sobs escaping her chapped lips as his hand reached to caress her cheeks. 

“No please no,” she begged with blurring vision, fervently wishing the nightmare away. 

He wiped her tears away and sighed her name. “You don’t know how long I waited for this moment, Olivia. There’s no need to be afraid. We’re meant to be, don’t you see?” He gestured at the whole room. “I prepared all of this for you. I’ll wait by you hand and foot, just tell me what else you need.”

“Let me go, please,” she whimpered. “Please Elijah, we can go out on an actual date outside, yes? We can get you all the help you need just please, let me go.” Her voice cracking at the end.

He laughed, the body suit moving with his laughter. “Now why would I want that? I have you here all to myself and no Paris to intervene.”

“Paris? Romeo & Juliet’s Paris?” 

His mask scrunching to showcase his anger and scoffed. “Yes, Paris. That FBI agent sniffling around my beautiful flower, trying to take what is mine.”

Spencer. Olivia’s eyes widened. “W-What did you do to him?”

“Nothing for you to worry about, my Juliet,” he sat down across her and waved at the dinner in between them. “Now, let’s eat. I’ve cooked all of this for you—” he sliced a piece of the steak and offered it to her on a fork. “—medium rare, your favorite. Now, open those luscious lips and take a bite.”

She shook her head. Her stomach queasy at the thought of what he may have done with the food. 

He sighed as he brought down the fork to his plate. “Is there anything else you’d like, then? Tell me, I’ll make it for you.”

“Why are you doing this?” She ignored his gentle questioning. “Y-you’ve never shown any inclination that you liked me. Why couldn’t you have asked me out normally without killing all those innocent men?”

“Would you have said yes, my love? With how I originally looked,” he gazed into her eyes and found the answer to his question. “Those innocent men you say. They had something I need of, tragic that they had to lose their lives but they had something that should have been rightfully mine,” he gestured at his whole being. “Now, I embody your characters. You can no longer say no to me.”

He picked up his utensil again and waved it in front of her lips. “Eat, my love.” 

She took a small bite.

He smiled, believing that his affections are finally being returned. “That’s good, Olivia. You’ll need sustenance for what happens next.”

Her eyes widened as his shifted a glance at the bed, his insinuation clear. 

No. 

No.

Tears streaming down her face, she swallowed the meat as if it was a rock she was forced to digest. She wished for Spencer. She wished to be back in his titillating presence. She wished she had kissed his soft lips before all of this went down. A good memory to tied her through this horrific ordeal. Most of all, she wished he still alive. The guilt of having had him killed was eating her alive. 

Another piece was forced into her mouth—everything tasting like sand. 

“Very good, Juliet. I knew you would see it my way, “ he encouraged her between bites. “Here, have fruits also. We need to keep your body healthy for our future children.” 

That made her want to retch all her stomach contents. “Can I ask a question—” she paused waiting for his consent. “—What did you do to Spencer?”

She winced as the metal utensils banged on the table. Elijah’s demeanor shifting at a 180. “Spencer?” He repeated with a sneer. “You’re on a first name basis with the agent?”

Silence. 

He pushed his chair away and towered beside her in an instant. “Flirted with him, did you? Did you bat those long lashes at him? Did you—did you kiss him with those lips of yours? Tell me!”

She shook her head, too frightened to answer with words. 

His face twisted further as he reached to unchain her from the chair. Tugging at the collar around her neck, she planted her foot down to no avail as she realized where he was dragging her to. To the pristine queen size bed situated at the far corner of the room. 

“No. No. No, please. No!” She screamed out. She’d rather die than be humiliated by this monster. “Please, don’t do this! Please, no!” 

Olivia struggled as he hooked her bound hands to the headboard. She kicked her feet repeatedly as he attached each leg to a corresponding bed post. There was no need to guess as to where this was heading. As to what he was planning to do. She bucked her hips, trying to detach his body on top of hers. “Get off me! Elijah, get off me!” 

He brandished a gun and pointed it to her forehead, rendering her momentarily speechless. “Tell me, Olivia. Did you like Paris? That FBI agent—Spencer? Did he touch what was mine? Did you like encourage his advances? Did you kiss him? Did you?!” 

“No, no, no,” she repeatedly whispered out.

He cackled manically, fully losing his grip on reality. “Lies! I saw the looks you’ve given him. Your advances and how accepting you were to his. Is my love for you not enough? Answer me, Juliet. Answer me!” 

She sniffled. “It’s enough. It’s enough, Elijah. Please, let’s finish our dinner and talk, okay?” 

“That’s not my name, my love.” 

Silence.

“R-Romeo?” 

“Yes, Juliet?” 

Olivia struggled with her bounds. “Romeo, romeo. Please, can we finish our food? I’m still famished.”

“Tsk tsk. My pretty Juliet, that’s not how it works,” he reached out to the bed side table, brandishing a fresh roll of duct tape. “My Juliet is no harlot. She needs to be taught a lesson.” 

She mumbled her refusal again as he ripped a piece in his hands. Elijah leaned in, swallowing her cries with his mouth. Tongue violating the insides of her mouth, trying to wrap with hers as tears fell from her eyes. She wanted to gag, she wanted to escape in the confines of her mind, she wanted to die. 

Gathering a bit of strength, she mimicked reciprocation before biting hard on his tongue, wanting to rip it of off him as her last ‘fuck you’ to her captive. 

He pulled back, blood dripping from his lips. He pistol whipped her in retaliation and cackled. “My Juliet, how spirited you are. A wild beauty, a fest laid out just for me.”

Elijah leaned in for one last peck before placing the duct tape on her mouth, silencing her rejections. He licked his lips and went down her neck, leaving a slobbering mess as he went. She shuddered, wishing she was anywhere else but here with the sick man intent on violating her and taking away her dignity. 

Her muffled cries escaping the confines of the tape, unable to do anything but watch as his eyes flashed with delight as he reached the beginnings of her blouse. Taking his time to unbutton and kiss every new piece of flesh exposed and caress each taken path with the gun. Tears streaming down her face, she hoped for Spencer to come and save her from this hell on earth and if not, she feverishly hoped for death to come and collect her. With her top now pushed open, she shrieks once more for Spencer, for anyone to come and save her. 

And as if the heavens had her pleas, the main door busted wide open and in came Spencer, her knight in a kevlar vest with his gun drawn in front of him. 

“Elijah Williams, FBI!” he shouted. 

[plussizefantasia]

Hello ❤️❤️

Me Again, i loved the drabble so much so i decided to ask for another one (if it is possible 🥺🙏❤️)

I will ask for nr. 17 with Bucky Barnes 🙏🙏❤️

Also i want to ask if its possible to write smth witt Moon Knight? From the pro t list ofc. Thank you love ❤️❤️

Cat Dad

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend is being held captive and you're the only one who can save him.

Word Count: 700

A/N: I would like to try something for Moon Knight! Let me know what you'd like to see. (No promises it won't be garbage though.)

If you ever told the rest of the Avengers that Bucky Barnes was a complete cat dad, they would scoff and laugh in your face. But they didn’t get to see him like you did. The times he would spend at least half an hour in the toy aisle every time the two of you went to buy Alpine more food always saying “C’mon we have to get this for her, she’d love it!”. When he refused to move anytime she curled up on his lap, or the time he insisted she needed a soft bed in each room of the apartment, lest she wanted to curl up near you guys but couldn’t find a comfy spot.

You wouldn’t be the one to tell him that she never used the beds he had purchased and would more often than not find herself curled up and purring in your reading chair that was conveniently located underneath the window so the light hit it just right.

He always said he would do anything for you two, “his girls” he had called you. Except for that tonight Alpine seemed to be pushing every single one of his buttons. Bucky is a patient man, he’s always in his head so it’s sometimes hard to see what he’s feeling. But you had gotten really good at reading him and you could read the tension in his shoulders and the slow and pronounced breaths he was taking that something had him on edge.

You slipped out of the kitchen and towards the living space, Bucky was on the couch, his back leaning against the arm of the sectional and his legs stretched out in front of him, holding up the laptop that he was using to finish up his mission reports for Sam. The boys weren’t officially working for the government but had some affiliations which meant that a paper trail needed to be kept. You could immediately see what was getting Buck worked up, Alpine had taken it upon herself to position herself in her dad’s lap in such a way that she was covering half of the keyboard. The sight was hilarious, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. Bucky was so sweet, and despite the fact that this report needed to be finished today, your sweet boyfriend was not going to move the cat off of his lap, even if it would make his life so much easier.

When the sound of your soft laugh reached his ears, Bucky’s eyes shot up at you. They screamed for help. You wouldn’t be able to stop the smile that spread across your cheeks if you tried. 

“What’s going on in here?” You innocently asked.

“Doll, thank God. Can you please take her?” You could hear the desperation in his voice, he really didn’t want to push her down but he couldn’t get his work done while she sprawled across him.

“I don’t know Buck she seems pretty comfy, I would hate to disturb her.” he shot you a look that screamed betrayal. “Don’t look at me like that she’s your child.”

“You’re doing this to mess with me. You normally don’t have any problem moving her especially when she’s in your chair,” he called you out.

“But she’s not in my chair so I don’t need to move her” You cheekily threw back at him.

“Honey, Princess, Love of my life would you pretty, pretty please take our girl off my lap so I can finish my work?” He pleaded with you.

“Hmmm, what will you give me if I do?”

“Anything you want Doll, I’d give you the world if I could you know that.” He was trying to sweet-talk you into helping it out, and it almost worked.

“That’s sweet but I think I’m gonna let you suffer a little longer, you should think of this before you eat the rest of my cookies next time. The Girl Scouts only sell those things once a year.” You turned and started to walk away.

“When she gets up you’re gonna get it.” He called out after you.

“Looking forward to it Baby,” You called back.

[moonlight0934]

Chills

Adam flips over, his head pounding. It’s not an uncommon occurrence since he usually doesn’t get to eat much since money has been tight for a few months. So he ignores it, and climbs out of bed. His vision starts to tilt, but he forces himself upright.

I think I need some water.

He stumbles out of his room, moving towards the kitchen. He gets himself a glass of water, and sits down at the table. He only has a few minutes before he needs to get going to school, but he’s a little worried that if he gets up, he’s going to fall immediately. It’s quiet in the apartment meaning Kate is either asleep after the night shift, or she’s at work for an early shift. Adam finishes his glass with a sigh.

“Ok, I have to get to school.”

Adam stands up slowly, and looks around the kitchen to see what kind of food they have. There isn’t anything at all except for a few cans of beans.

“Mom probably wants to make some kind of soup with that. I’ll just wait to see if we can eat dinner together tonight,” Adam mutters, heading back to his room. The headache doesn’t go away, and he already feels sore and cold.

Please let this just be hunger and exhaustion. I can not get sick right now. We can’t afford for me to get sick right now.

Adam gets dressed slowly, and then walks to the bus stop. He gets there right as the bus rolls up. So he gets on, finds a seat, and lets himself relax. He only starts feeling worse once school starts. He can barely start to focus on what his teachers are saying, and he can’t make himself take any notes.

“Are you alright, Adam? You look off,” Mr. Jefferson, his biology teacher, asks. It’s only the first class after lunch, and he’s already getting called out on it.

“Yeah, I’m just a little off today. Nothing to worry about,” Adam replies, clutching his backpack strap tightly.

He somehow manages to make it through the rest of the day without getting questioned again, but the apartment is still empty when he gets home. So, Adam heads into the bathroom to see if they have any cold medicine. Upon finding nothing helpful in there, Adam ends up collapsing onto the couch. He’s shaking, but can’t find it in himself to get up to grab a blanket or jacket. Adam curls up in the corner of the couch, his head pounding harder. He yawns, frowning when he realizes that he left the lights on.

I shouldn’t waste electricity. I would have to get up though.

Adam sighs heavily, and forces himself onto aching legs. He flips the lights off, and changes clothes since he’s up anyway. He grabs a jacket, and pulls it on too before setting a timer on the stove so that it’ll go off at five. he crawls back onto the couch, bringing his knees up to his chest. He tucks his face into the arm of the couch.

John Winchester kneels down in front of Adam.

“Hey, you ready to go?” he asks, referring to the baseball game they’re going to be late for if they don’t leave now.

“No, I don’t want to.”

“Come on, we already talked about this.”

“I still won’t want to go with you. Can’t I just stay home with you, Mom? I really don’t want to go to a game this year,” Adam begs, turning back to Kate.

She gives him a tired and worn out smile.

“I’m sorry, dear, but I already picked up another shift so I can get you a good birthday present.”

“Then I’ll stay home alone. I do it all the time.”

“I don’t want you to spend your birthday alone, baby. I promise that you’ll have a good time. Just give it a chance.”

I’ve been giving it a chance for years. I don’t want to go.

“Fine, I’ll go. Thanks anyway, Mom. Let’s go.”

“That’s it,” John says, putting a hand on Adam’s shoulder.

Adam feels his eyes fill with tears as John leads him out to his car.

Adam wakes up to the timer on the stove going off.

“Should have known it was a dream. I’ve never actually been brave enough to say any of that,” Adam mutters, closing his eyes again.

Waking up, this time his throat is dry, his muscles are screaming, and the lights are sending sharp flashes of pain into Adam’s head. He forces himself up to turn the stove off, though he does have to lean against the wall to keep himself upright as he’s making his way to the kitchen. He’s shaking like a leaf, chills racking his body.

This might be worse than I thought. I wonder when Mom is going to get home. Why did I set this timer again?

Adam turns the timer off, letting himself use the counter to stay on his feet.

“Right, I was supposed to start dinner since Mom doesn’t normally have time. I just need to… I can’t though. I don’t want to get Mom sick. Also, we don’t have food in the house. Someone was supposed to grocery shop before they got home, and I don’t think it was supposed to be me,” Adam muses, his words being effected by how badly he’s shaking.

I guess I’ll just go sit back down. I’ll try to read something so I don’t go back to sleep.

His plan doesn’t go exactly the way he wanted it since his vision starts swimming as soon as he starts walking again.

“Ok, no book. I’m just gonna sit back down.” Adam lowers himself onto the couch again. “Hopefully this is just a bug, and I’ll be feeling better in the morning. I wonder if Mom’s going to be awake enough to notice that something’s going on when she comes in.”

A big part of him is hoping that she isn’t, and he doesn’t have to bother her. She always does everything she can for him when he gets sick, and he knows how busy she is right now. He doesn’t hold out much hope though. Kate notices everything. He drifts in and out of sleep until the door opens. Kate walks in, setting her bag down on the floor.

She looks better rested than she has in a while, leading Adam to assume that she must have had the night off last night. It’s only six, so it must have been a shorter day today too. He smiles to himself as he watches her puts her keys away too. Kate is smiling too, holding some kind of bag. Then she notices him peeking over the back of the couch. Her smile immediately dips, but still doesn’t fully disappear.

“Are you hot? Your face is kind of red, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just wasn’t feeling too well,” Adam says, giving up any pretenses about her not finding out.

“Oh, how long? I didn’t get anything from your school,” Kate says, walking over. She puts the bag down on the table, and puts a hand to Adam’s forehead. “You’re running a temperature. I’m going to get the thermometer to get an exact reading. Just stay here.”

Adam hums, leaning back into the couch. Kate comes back a few minutes later, and Adam forces his eyes back open.

“How long have you been feeling sick, sweetheart?”

“Since I got up this morning. It was mostly just a headache this morning though, so I went to school anyway.”

“Hm, you’re at a hundred and two. Have you taken anything?”

Adam shakes his head. “We didn’t have anything in the house. I thought we would have Tylenol at least, but no such luck.”

“I’m sure I have something in my car. Let me go look while I get the rest of the groceries.”

She kisses him on the forehead, and heads back out. Kate puts the groceries down in the kitchen when she comes back in. She doesn’t put them away immediately though, turning instead to the living room.

“Take this. Here are some cough drops in case you need them, and this should lower your fever. We can talk more once I get some kind of soup going. It should help you feel better.”

Adam hums, his throat clogging up as he watches Kate bustle around the kitchen. He looks away, blinking away tears. He finds himself drifting off again before Kate comes back in. Once she is done with dinner, they eat together.

It’s quiet until Adam says, “Did you have a good day at work? You seemed happy when you came in.”

“Yeah, I did. That wasn’t why I was smiling though. I just got a raise, and my yearly bonus. I thought we could go get you something since you didn’t get any presents on your birthday this year. We can wait and talk about this later. Just know that things are going to be a little bit better now. It still won’t be great, but it won’t be as hard. I won’t have to work quite as many night shifts, and we can at least buy groceries as long as we don’t go too overboard. I bought plenty of stuff on my way home from work too. I know that sometimes it’s hard to cook with what we have in there, and I appreciate you handling most of the stuff here at home. I love you,” Kate says, reaching out to brush Adam’s hair out of his eyes.

“That’s great, Mom. You don’t have to buy me anything though. I really was fine with how my birthday went. I was just glad that you were able to take a half day.”

Kate smiles, her eyes trained on Adam. “I know, honey. You’re so kind, but I’m going to do this. I want you have something nice, and we can swing it now.”

Adam nods. “As long as you’re sure we can afford it.”

Kate nods too, standing up. She takes both of their bowls to the kitchen.

“Come on, we’re going to get you settled in your room,” Kate calls from the kitchen.

Adam gets up, and heads to his room. He pulls his hoodie off, and tosses it on the floor.

“I’ll get that in the morning,” he mutters before going to brush his teeth.

Kate is waiting in his room when he gets back. She has the cough drops that Adam completely forgot, more meds, and a water bottle. She’s arranging the stuff on his nightstand so he can reach everything.

“You’ll need to take the meds as soon as you wake up tomorrow.”

Adam nods, climbing into bed. Kate tucks him in, then sits down on the floor beside his bed. As Adam closes his eyes, he can hear Kate start to sing. It’s always been like this when he’s sick. She takes care of him, and sings him to sleep, making sure that he’s comfortable. It only renews his will to take care of his mother when he gets out of school. After all, in his eyes, Kate deserves the whole world.

[petiteclover]

Kitty & Lyle Menendez ca. 1988.

“Did you ever hear her threaten to kill herself?”

“Yes.”

“And when was that? Was it just once? Or was there more than one occasion?”

“She was threatening suicide for a long period of time, pretty much all the way through those years and she would threaten to take everybody with her.”

“How would she threaten to take everybody with her? What would she say?”

“She would threaten to poison herself and everybody, meaning my dad and Erik and myself.”

“When did she make these threats to poison herself and everybody else?”

“In 1987 and then in Beverly Hills.”

“Do you have specific memories of those conversations?”

“I remember the screaming and the threatening and my dad saying that he didn’t trust her and refusing to eat the food that she had served and we actually would leave.”

“How about the feelings she had towards you? Did she express them?

“She expressed the same hatred, feeling of me being the major problem in her life, that it was more frequent and it would happen in front of my dad.”

“Had she ever expressed in front of your dad the fact that she hated you or you’d ruined her life?”

“No.”

“And what would he do?”

“He would do nothing.”

“When she’s saying these things to you, that she hates you and that you ruined her life, how did you feel?”

“I just felt confused.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Yeah it hurt.”

“You told us the other day that when your brother told you that he found a suicide letter that you talked to your mother and told her to leave your dad and to come live with you, is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you do that when she had behaved this way towards you all your life?”

“Because I wanted her to know that I felt like all the things she had done to me and just our bad relationship, I thought she was suicidal and I wanted to uh help her and I wanted her to know that it wasn’t that I loved my dad more, that I loved her and my brother loved her and if she seemed like she wanted to stay in Princeton that seemed to make her happy and that we would in a divorce, side with her and stay in Princeton. Because that’s what seemed to be what was causing her to want to kill herself was the divorce and I wanted her to know that her family would be with her.

“Did you write her a letter in July of 1987? When you were in Madrid?”

“Yeah.”

“Hi mom, how are you? I hope you’re alright and hanging in there. I often worry about you. You’re the only mother I have and would want. Made any new friends? Done anything interesting? I hope so , I’m alright over here Cole and I traveled.”

“And would you read the last paragraph.”

“I hope everything’s alright at home with dad and Erik, I miss you all. I will write very soon again so check the mailbox. Love you mom, Lyle.”

“When you wrote that letter to her, were those true feelings?”

“Yes.”

“Do you love your mom?”

“Yes.”

“Were you worried about her?”

“Yes.”

“Did you continue to try to reach out to her during this period of time?”

“I tried uh, a few times and tried to let her know that we loved her but uh, she’d never acknowledge that.”

“You told us the other day about an incident in which she showed you the pills she was taking, do you remember that?”

“Yes.”

“When did that conversation take place?”

“At my aunt Teri’s, 1989 i believe.”

“When she told you that she was taking these thirteen pills a day, why did she say she was taking them?”

“She said she was taking them because she needed them to get through the day.”

“What did you think that meant?”

“That she was in… having trouble controlling herself and in a lot of pain and that these pills were helping.”

“Did she tell you why she was in so much pain?”

“She said that it was my fault because I was stressing my dad out.”

“Did that make you feel good or bad?”

“That made me feel very bad and sorry and wanting to understand her. It was a very strange conversation.”

“And you knew about Louise at that time, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you ever say to her “hey mom you’re upset about Louise it’s not my fault”?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because it was an unusual conversation.”

“Unusual in what way?”

“First time she ever acknowledged that she had a problem to me and I’d known the severe problems for my whole life and this was the first time she came to me and showed me an example of how bad it was. But she couldn’t acknowledge what the problem was.”

— Lyle Menendez direct examination by his lawyer Jill Lansing regarding his mother’s suicidal tendencies.

[antennaed-kenzy]

I'm Innocent

♫ Task Force 141 x f! reader

♫ Warning: not prof-read, being tortured, cutting flesh, close to death experience, tied down, blood, rope tied around the body,

♫ Word count: 1K+

♫ In which you were framed

There have been traces of a mole around. There has been no lead to anything and it's been tough for Task Force 141. You sat in the cafeteria looking at the evidence while eating your food. You were looking through it as you heard footsteps walking your way.

You lift your head to see Price and the others around the table. You put the papers down Price sits in front of you. He sighs putting his hands together.

You were confused as to why everyone was around you and why they all seemed disappointed.

Price spoke, "We know who the traitor is, {Y/n}." His tone was flat as he spoke.

A smile was present on your face, "Great who is it, Captain?" You ask a happy tone in your voice as you guys have finally found the traitor.

But when you heard Price say your name, your face fell and your body carried so much weight.

"What. No, I'm innocent. You guys know I would never betray any of you." You pleaded.

No one believed you as they looked in the other direction. Even your so-called students that you trained. They didn't bother to even look at you.

"Guys please believe me..." Your words were cut short when you felt a sharp pain in the leg. You look at your leg to see it is a needle. All of a sudden your eyes felt like they were being pulled down to the floor. You also felt unbalanced like someone was pulling you on one side and not the other.

You woke up in a chair, you tried to move but your hands and legs were tied around the arms and legs of the chair. You struggle in the chair wanting to be set free, but nothing is working.

After a while, some people enter the room. It was your so-called students that entered the room. One of them was holding a pocket knife in his hand.

Your eyes are full of fear as he walks closer and the other stays a little behind.

"I'm sorry, {Y/n}. But if you didn't go behind our backs then this wouldn't happen.'' You could tell by how he spoke he didn't really mean it, or maybe he did and he was hurt at the fact the person he looked up to did such a horrible thing.

"I didn't I really didn't. Please, believe me, Jared!" You pleaded but he didn't listen.

Jared guided the pocket against your arm, blood was slowly dripping out as he cut deeper and deeper. Tears were flowing down your eyes as you tried to keep in the screams. Even though the students weren't on your side, you still tried to show them you were stronger than the rest.

The three in the back covered their eyes, they couldn't stomach seeing the person they looked up to being hurt by one of their coworkers, or even friends. Mille peaked seeing tears flow down your eyes. She couldn't take it and left the room.

Price saw her leave and let her be. He himself didn't want to do this but if so be it, then so be it. You were the traitor and leaked everything you could about Task Force 141. After Jared was done the others left the room as well.

Ghost and a few others entered the room. He stayed away in the corner watching Captain Price talk to you.

"Tell us, {Y/n}," Price yelled. He didn't want to, but no matter what he had to.

"I swear I am innocent!" You yelled tears flowing down your eyes. You tried but no one would listen.

Your blood was spilling out from your body. You felt so tired and helpless. You started in front of you and Ghost was standing right there with a bloody knife in his hand, the knife that he used to make cuts over your body.

Task Force 141 wanted to get the information out of you so that they would stop and let you free, but you didn't say anything because you didn't know anything.

They decided to give you a break as you had passed out. They left the room beside one, Ghost. He stayed with you, he knew the pain that you must be feeling. One problem was that the was one of the people causing the pain.

He left the room shortly after. He saw when he left that your students were watching you. Jared held the knife close that was used to cut his so-called teacher.

Mille was the only person who believed you.

That night she snuck into the room you were being held in and confronted you about it.

"{Y/n}, {Y/n}, wake up." She nudged you seeing you slowly open your eyes.

You were shocked to see Mille by your side. "What the fuck are you doing here. If you get caught they'll think you with me. And I don't want that for you."

"Who do you think framed you?" She asked taking out a notepad and pencil awaiting your answer.

The following day you were yet again tortured, knives were guided against your body, and rope was wrapped around you even so tightly. Yet again you still said nothing because you didn't know anything.

This time you lasted longer, and your throat felt like it was burning in the pits of hell. Your body felt limp and tied so they gave you rest again.

Mille on the other hand was endlessly doing reacher so that you could be set free. And she had finally found solid evidence that would get you out.

She presented it to Price. "Captain Price!" She hollered earning his attention, "I have something to show you." She gave him the pile of paper.

They went back to his office as he looked through the papers. As he read through Mille, could see his widened eyes.

As Price was reading his stomach dropped, he felt terrible for everything he had done to one of his good Lieutenants. He didn't even finish reading everything, he just took off to where {Y/n} was being held.

When you heard the door open you again were prepared for the worst. When you only see Price walk in you are confused, he has nothing in his hands, only a look of regret on his face.

"{Y/n}, you were never the mole were you?"

You're heart sank in your chest. You figured Mille found solid evidence to set you free, and you were glad but in the long run, it showed how much Price didn't believe your words. He had to be told by someone else that you weren't the traitor.

You didn't say anything and you didn't have to either. Price unlocked the chains and ropes that tied you to the chair. You tried to get up but couldn't. Price tried to help you up but you swatted away his hand.

"I'm sorry," He apologized.

For you that wasn't enough, an "I'm sorry" wasn't going to cut it. Milled walked into the room and helped you get up. You left Price to think about his actions.

Mille took you to the cafeteria to get food since you've also been feed poorly these past few days. Everyone turned their heads when they saw you enter the room.

That also must be one thing, you were not the mole. When Ghost saw you his stomach churned. He felt so bad for what he had done to you. He saw all the scars that he caused all over your body.

Mille sat you down and went to go get food for you she came back and set the tray down. "I'm going to get you a change of clothes, I'll be right back, {Y/n}." She says giving her a thumbs up to make sure everything was alright, you gave one back and she went to get more clothes.

As you were sitting there and peacefully eating your food you felt a hand on your shoulder. Your instincts come in and as you are about to hit the person the strength in your body gave out.

You turn, your eyes meeting a skull mask before you can say anything Mille appears.

"Move Ghost. What you did to {Y/n} can not be solved by some solemn apology. So I suggest you leave her alone."

Ghost doesn't want to argue. He knows what he did to you is traumatizing, even worse than anything that happened before you joined.

This is only part one meaning more parts later! I want to try and write for more COD but we will see