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Love to Hate and Hate to Love, Chapter 2 (River Cartwright x OC)

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Olivia checked her watch and grimaced when she saw the time. River was late but to be honest, she thought he might be. After all, their first meeting hadn’t exactly been smooth. Still, Olivia took another sip of her coffee, she had thought that Cartwright would want to make a good impression especially as the Slow Horses would be working with The Park. She jumped slightly when she heard her work phone ring. She looked at the unknown number as her phone continued to ring debating whether or not to pick it up.

“Hello?” she asked when she finally picked it up, curiosity getting the better of her.

“What took you so long to answer.”

She sighed when she heard it was Cartwright. Not totally unexpected but still.

“Unknown number,” Olivia said, “you could’ve been a cold caller.”

“On a work phone? How fucking likely is that?”

“You never know. How did you get this number anyway? Ooh wait let me guess,” she rolled her eyes, “Roddy fucking Ho?”

“Don’t let him know you know who he is. His head is too fucking big already.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t. From what I hear about him I have zero desire to ever meet him. Anyway, where are you?” she asked, “Not that I don’t enjoy being away from The Park but I’d rather not spend any more time talking to you then is necessary.”

“Because I’m a Slow Horse.”

“No, because I hate you.”

Olivia heard River sigh down the other end of the phone.

“So, where are you?” Snapped river

Olivia took a deep breath and counted to five before letting it out slowly. She was trying not to let Cartwright piss her off too much but his tone wasn’t helping. Of course Fitz had to send her to deal with him. She knew she should’ve checked the milk this morning to see if it was off when she was making the tea.

“Cafe near Farringdon station,” she said, “inside booth in the corner. We shouldn’t be bothered too much.”

“And how will I know it’s you?”

“Fucking hell Cartwright, you forgot what I look like already?”

“Well you are pretty forgettable. What are you wearing?”

“I don’t think we’re close enough for this kind of conversation.”

“Moher…”

“Fine. Jeans, converse and a blue tee and a white shirt. Or is it a white tee and a blue shirt? I think I might be a bit colour blind. Tell you what, when you finally fucking get here you can tell me.”

Olivia hung up the phone before Cartwright could argue back. She saved his number down as ‘Cuntwright’ and settled back in the booth, pleased to get one over on him. She took a bite out of her almond croissant as she waited for him to come in. It didn’t take very long, the sound of the cafe door slamming open told her that he had arrived. He stormed over to her and glared down at her.

“Very fucking funny,” he said as he sat down opposite her, “you’re not wearing blue or white.”

“My jeans are blue.”

“You know what I meant.”

“Yeah,” Olivia shrugged, “still good to know that you’re not colour blind but bad to know that maybe you’re just deaf.”

“I-” River cut himself off, “whatever. Let’s just get this over with. We -what are you eating?”

“Almond croissant. Why, you’re not allergic to nuts are you?”

“No.”

“Shame. If you were, it would've meant you staying away from me or maybe going into anaphylactic shock.”

River’s jaw clenched and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You don’t particularly like me.” he said

“You don’t say.”

“And I don’t particularly like you.”

“I don’t really care.”

“I just want to know,” he clenched and unclenched his fist, “why?”

“Why what?”

“What did I do?”

“You crashed Stansted.”

“That was a training exercise.”

Olivia just raised her eyebrows.

“‘Course it was,” she muttered, “I saw the video, remember?”

“So are you going to tell me why you’ve taken against me?”

“If you’re as clever as you say you are, you should’ve worked it out from last time.”

“Well I’m sorry. Not all of us have maths degrees from Oxford.”

“Ho again?”

“He looked up your records.”

“He did that for you? From what I heard about the infamous Roderick Ho, that doesn’t seem like something he’d do willingly.”

“Maybe we’re just curious about who we’re working with.”

“Shame it doesn’t go both ways.”

Olivia took another sip of her coffee, never breaking eye contact with Cartwright. He just sighed and folded his arms.

“And from what I know about Jackson Lamb,” Olivia said at last, “he doesn’t seem like that type of person who would…”

She trailed off as she tried to find the right words.

“Delegate,” she said eventually, “Such things willingly.”

“Yeah well,” River looked out of the window, “he said that he saw how well we were getting on last time and thought I would like this.”

“So it looks like we’re both being punished.”

“What did you do?”

“None of your fucking business,” Olivia said, her cheeks red, “let’s just get this over with.”

“Fine. Just let me grab a coffee first.”

“And you can get me one.”

“You can get yourself another one.”

“You were late. The least you can do is get me a coffee.”

“This isn’t a date.”

“I wouldn’t rather chew off my own tongue then go on a date with you, Cuntwright.”

River just rolled his eyes and went to grab a drink. To Olivia’s surprise he did actually get her a coffee. She took a sip and relaxed back in her seat, giving him a smug look.

“Don’t fucking say anything,” River muttered, “the person at the counter gave me a dirty look for not getting you one. I suppose this is as good a cover as any.”

“So,” Olivia said eventually, “what exactly are we doing? Besides from not killing each other.”

“Having coffee.”

“Scrap that last statement.”

Olivia kicked River under the table. The sharp kick to the ankle caught him by surprise and he spilt hot coffee on his hands. A string of swear words followed and Olivia raised her eyebrows at him.

“So are you going to tell me why I’m here or are you going to have to go back to Lamb empty handed.” she said

“Fine,” River took a deep breath, “Ian Peterson.”

“Who?”

River blinked at Olivia and gave her a look of disbelief.

“You’re fucking me,” he said, “you don’t know who Ian Peterson is?”

“Can’t say that I do.”

“How long have you been working for The Service?”

“About six months.”

“Six…” River put his cup down and put his head in his hands, “I’m working with an amateur.”

“Oh that rich coming from you!”

“I-” River took a deep breath and lowered his voice, “He was a cold War defector.”

“And how do you know him?”

“Of him. My,” he coughed and looked out of the window, “grandfather told me stories.”

“Well sorry I didn’t have a grandfather who was able to amaze me with bedtime stories about the Cold War.”

“Apparently, after all these years, he’s back in London.”

“Why bother coming back after all this time?”

“With everything that’s going on can you blame him?”

Olivia shrugged.

“So why Lamb give a fuck? Thought he’d just dump this on Lady Di and make it her problem.”

“From what I’m understanding both Lamb and your precious Fitz knew Peterson before his defection.”

“So this is just another form of petty revenge?”

“This is Jackson Lamb we’re talking about. All forms of revenge are petty when it involves him.”

“And Lady Di agreed to this?”

“I thought you’d know just how short staffed things are at The Park.”

“I’m surprised you do.”

“You can always tell with the amount we’re given to do.”

Olivia finished her coffee and leant forward, resting her chin on her hands. She glanced out of the window and watched people pass by. Ordinary people with problems and jobs that wouldn’t cause collapse of governments or old secrets being brought up from the grave. If only they really knew what she and River were discussing.

“Hey, are you listening to me?”

“Hmm?” Olivia glanced over at River, “no.”

“Look, this is important so try to fucking listen, ok?”

“Wow, a Slow Horse giving me orders.”

“And if you fuck this up you’ll be joining us.”

“I didn’t know you cared about my career.”

“I just don’t want to have to spend most of my week with you.”

“Glad to know we finally agree about something. So why the fuck-”

Olivia was interrupted by her work phone pinging. She grimaced at the message and said,

“We should continue this another time.”

“Something more important than this?” snapped River

“Fitz is wanting me back. I have another meeting with him. Maybe if someone wasn’t late in the first place we wouldn’t have to meet again.”  

“And why has the mighty Fitz called you back?”

“Six month probation meeting.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“No. So, because I have to fucking ask this, when shall we meet again.”

At that moment the door to the cafe opened and a family walked in. Both you and River glanced over at them and River lowered his voice and said,

“Maybe meeting in public wasn’t such a good idea.”

“Hindsight is one hundred percent accurate. So, where do you have in mind.”

And from River’s smirk Olivia knew that she was going to fucking hate his suggestion and not just because River Cartwright suggested it.

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“So,” asked Kara, “how was your date?”

“Wasn’t a fucking date.” said Olivia which just caused her team mates to go ‘ooh’ and Olivia to go bright red.

“Hopefully it was a productive meeting,” said Warren, “what did Cartwright tell you.”

“Well,” Olivia relaxed back in her chair, “he said that an old defector was apparently back in London.”

“All defectors will be old,” said Laura, “that Cold War ended fucking years ago.”

“And is this what got everyone so jumpy,” asked Warren, “Who is it?” he asked when Olivia nodded

“Ian Peterson.”

The four of them jumped at the sudden crash. Fitz had dropped a mug and stood rooted to the spot. His muscles were tense and he clenched his hands tightly.

“Are you sure?” Fitz asked

“Yeah.” said Olivia

“You couldn’t have misheard him?”

“I’m not the one dumped in Slough House for mishearing things,” she muttered, “but no, definitely Ian Peterson. Cuntwright also mentioned that you and Lamb knew him.”

“Yes well,” Fitz ran a hand over his face, “it was a long time ago.”

“And how did-” asked Kara

“Maybe you four should leave,” said Fitz, “it’s past five o’clock. I’m sure you all have families and friends to go and see. It’s Friday so go out and have fun.”

When none of his team move Fitz turned around sharply and barked,

“Go!”

Immediately everyone scattered and when he was alone he slumped into his chair. Fuck. He shouldn’t have spoken to them like that. Now they’ll know that something is up. Damn it, he’d have to make it up to them somehow. He’d finally got a team he was happy with and now he was fucking it up all over again. He reached across his desk and flicked on the lamp. The sun was beginning to set, a rather beautiful view across Regents Park. It was one he’d seen a thousand times before but he was always grateful to be able to see. He was one of the lucky ones that got to see a sunset and he’d never take that fact for granted.

“Max.”

He glanced over at the door and raised an eyebrow. There was only one person who ever called him Max.

“Diana,” he said cooly, “what do I owe this pleasure.”

Taverner didn’t reply as she shut the door and walked across to the window. It seemed like she was just admiring the view that Fitz was appreciating moments before.

“I just came to check how you were doing.”

“Bullshit.”

She glanced over and gave him a cold smile. She sat down in the chair opposite and crossed one leg over the other. Steepling her fingers she said,

“I assume you’ve heard the news.”

“Yes.”

“Peterson.”

“Correct.”

“I was under the impression that he was dealt with.”

“He was.”

“Then why is he back.”

“I don’t know.”

“Hmm.”

“And does Dame Ingred know?”

“Max,” Diana gave him a disapproving look, “she is First Desk. Of course she’s aware. Are you implying that I would withhold vital information from her?”

Fitz glared at Diana who was looking out of the window, seemingly lost in thought. However, Fitz knew better.

“You were close with Peterson at one point.” she said at last

“We worked together back in The Dark Ages,” he said, “we had to be.”

“And did you suspect him to be a traitor?”

“You don’t go around accusing people you’re relying on of betraying you.”

“And what are you going to do this time?”

“The exact same thing Jackson and I did last time. Only this time, I’m not going to leave any loose ends.”

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You're a fucking dickhead, Roddy. Slow Horses – S01E05 – Fiasco

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Aww this is so fucking cute!!!

I'm not feeling great either and this has really cheered me up! Just need a bit of River being soft and caring.

Slow Horses: River Cartwright Imagine…

River takes care of Charlie when she’s sick

This is purely self indulgent because I’m sick and two things happened. Firstly @annaelizabethhenry1 sent me this image and it hath consumed me 😂 and secondly @noforkingclue made an excellent point about needing to lay on him and have him read to her. And here we are 🙈 Charlie is my OC from All The King’s Horses. No warnings.

“Nooo, you’ll catch it,” she tried to argue as he slotted in behind her on the bed, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. Immediately Chewie, their two year old pup, tried to join them and she gently shifted him so he was cuddled in front of her instead.

“Fuck that. We live together - if I’m gonna get, I’m gonna get it.”

He nuzzled her neck, nose cold against her skin and she tried to wriggle away, a laugh giving way to a burst of coughing and he was forced to release her so she could grab for the box of tissues on her bedside table.

“I was going to ask how you’re feeling but I think I just got my answer.”

Blowing her nose noisily, sending Chewie bolting, she tried to recover herself, throat aching in protest from her coughing fit. Collapsing heavily back down on the pillow she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose against the headache that was refusing to budge no matter how many painkillers she took.

“Hmm.. I feel like warmed up shite. And my head hurts too much to even read. How is that even fair??”

He made soothing noises, holding her more gently than before, frowning as he pressed a kiss to her temple, her skin warm against his lips. Warmer than it should be. Though she was swaddled in blankets, and the flat had felt like walking into an oven when he got home from work.

“Do you want some of the tea with the lemon that you like? Maybe a little bit of honey?”

“Yes please,” she mumbled, turning in his arms to snuggle against his chest, sniffing.

“You have to let go for me to do that,” he teased softly, resting his cheek on her hair, chuckling as she shook her head.

“N’minute.” She burrowed deeper against him, irritated that she couldn’t smell the safe, familiar scent of him through her bunged up nose.

Eventually he managed to extract himself, pulling himself from the bed.

“Have you eaten anything?”

“I’m not hungry.”

He put his hands on his hips, lips in a tight line. “I’m making you some toast.”

Struggling to sit up, coughing slightly as she did, she protested. “Leave it, River. I’m honestly not hungry.”

“This isn’t a negotiation.”

He disappeared and the sound of the kettle and rattling crockery filtered back towards her, the tippy taps of Chewie’s feet on the floor reminding her it was past his dinner time. Resting back against her pillows she blew her nose for the ten thousandth time that day. Her head felt like it was going to explode and how was it possible for one small nose to produce so much gunk??

“Right mi’lady,” he grinned as he reappeared, bustling in with a tray bearing a plate piled with buttered toast, a steaming mug of honey and lemon tea, and a fresh glass water accompanied by painkillers.

Liquids carefully on side, she balanced the plate on her lap, trying not to get crumbs in the bed as he clambered back in beside her.

“C’mere,” he said, shifting her so she was able to sit resting between his legs, head against his chest. Dropping a kiss into her hair, he swiped a piece of toast. “Right, what are we reading?”

Twisting slightly, she looked up in confusion, nibbling the corner of a slice. “What?”

“You said you couldn’t read, so I’ll do it. What are we reading?” he shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She stared at him, momentarily at a loss for words. How had she been so lucky as to end up with this man?

“Persuasion.”

“No, I don’t need persuading you noodle, I’m offering.” He grinned broadly and she rolled her eyes. Which only succeeded in hurting her head and she winced.

Reaching for her bedside table she retrieved her battered old copy of Jane Austen’s final story, a favourite since she was a teen.

“How many times do you think you’ve read this?” he asked thickly through his toast as he flipped it open.

“Fuck knows, hundreds probably,” she smiled, cradling her tea and leaning back against him, letting the solid warmth of him seep into her.

Resting an arm around her middle, he began to read, the deep rumble of his voice reverberating from his chest into her. As he worked his way through the trails and tribulations of the Elliots of Kellynch Hall, Chewie jumped up on the bed and settled beside them, eyeing the last slice of toast with a hopeful air.

But unfortunately for him, Charlie didn’t see, having fallen asleep, curled against River’s chest. As her snuffled snores began to drift towards him, River stopped reading, glancing down and gently removing the still half-full mug from her hands.

“Well mate, I hadn’t exactly thought this through…” he mumbled to the dog, breaking off some of the toast and feeding it to him. “It appears your mother has got me trapped.”

Chewie licked buttery crumbs from his chops and lay back down to sleep.

“Oh it’s like that is it? Cheers, thanks for your help.”

“What..?” mumbled Charlie sleepily. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep..”

He hugged her closer. “It’s fine, go back to sleep, I’ve got you,” he hushed kissing the top of her head. “I’ve got Jane here to keep me company, haven’t I?”

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+ going back to his office working extra hours after being pointed by a gun and disappointing the boss, thinking “what a day”

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(doc ock anon) Hmmm how about: You’re in a shitty marriage to some contemptuous prick high-ish up at Oscorp. He’s not necessarily “nobody” but not exactly a “somebody”. He is a strategic choice and conveniently everything even the old Otto would have hated. One night, Doc Ock reappears after months of absence and breaks into your home to shake down your husband for access to something or other from Oscorp.

Of course anon! Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Leverage

Warnings: dark fic

“Oliver? What’s going on?”

Otto cocked his head to the side, noting the panicked look on your husband’s face. He’ll admit, he wasn’t expecting anyone else to be there that night. He had heard that you were going on a business trip and would be away for a week. Clearly that intel was wrong (in that case his source would have to be punished) or the trip had been cancelled last minute.

Either way, he now had leverage against this pathetic waste of skin.

You slowly walked into Oliver’s office, pulling your dressing gown tightly around you. You had only walked a couple of steps in when you saw Otto. You froze and just as your flight or fight instincts kicked in, a metal claw curled around your arm. You let out a shriek as you were roughly pulled towards him.

“Let her go!” cried Oliver

However, Otto just slammed him against a wall, a metal claw around his neck. You were lifted off the ground and you hit the arm. This did nothing but amused Otto.

“Now then,” he said, “I think this,” he shook you violently, “might make you more… cooperative.”

“Look, I already told you-” Oliver began

“Then find a way,” Otto said quietly, although that didn’t detract from the danger in the words, “or your precious little wife will suffer the consequences.”

“What? She has nothing to do-”

“She does now.”

You let out a shriek as you were hoisted high into the air. You shut your eyes tightly as you hung helplessly above New York. You wished the Spiderman would come and save you but that would come with the risk of Doc Ock dropping you. You didn’t know if Spiderman would be able to catch you in time. However, it seemed the Doc Ock had no intention of letting you go. If anything his grip on your tightened when he left your flat. Your arms curled around his metal arm tightly and you let out a small whimper. You didn’t see the small smile that Otto gave at the action.

“We’re here.”

You let out a yelp as you were suddenly let go. You were expected to fall through the air but you only dropped a short way. You opened your eyes a crack and pulled your legs up against your chest. It looked like you were in some kind of loft. You could imagine that it must’ve cost a hell of a lot of money and that he bought it before he was…

Well…

Before his accident.

“Where am I?” you asked quietly

“That isn’t important.”

“You kidnapped me.”

“You’re safe.”

“Why should I believe-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence. A metal claw pinned you to the floor by your throat. Doc Ock stood over you and looked you up and down. Originally you were just meant to be collateral. To make sure that your waste for space husband did exactly what he was told. But now, well, now he had you stretched under him and at his mercy. Your thin dressing gown left hardly anything to the imagination.

Oh yes, the two of you were going to get to know each other very well.

And maybe he won’t give you back afterwards.

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Helloooo! I need a fact about River/Rebecca/Spider please and thank you! I’m curious about how they first bonded as a three - or how she bonded with each of them if it wasn’t as a three 🤭 xx

Thanks for sending this in!!! :D I might've gone a bit overboard with this backstory...

So the first person Rebecca met was actually Spider. The two of them were in the same induction course at The Park. Rebecca was running late and by the time she arrived the only spare seat was next to Spider. River just so happened to be missing that day so she was able to nab the spot.

At first Spider didn't really want to talk to her, expecting Rebecca to be like the others at The Park. He wasn't from a Service Family so he did feel a bit out of place (although he'd rather die then admit that). However, after Rebecca kept on talking to him he realised that he might've been wrong for once.

The two of them had a lot in common. Rebecca wasn't from a Service Family as well, feeling like she didn't belong, had a nickname that she hated (she hates being called Becca) and gradually she wore down Spider's walls. Rebecca basically badgered him into being her friend.

Rebecca met River through Spider when they went out to the pub one night. During a purely platonic pub night, in which Spider was gathering the courage to ask if it would be more than just platonic, River fucking interrupted them. He could see from the look in River's eyes that he was attracted to Rebecca and being the friendly soul that she is (after bluntly telling River to never call her Becca again) she invited him to join them.

And that is how the two became a three.

Overtime Rebecca did spend more time with River, after all he was her friend as well. Little did she know that all this was doing was furthering the rivalry between River and Spider.

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i suffer from 'men are hotter banged up' disease. unfortunately there is no cure.

Bloody and bruised >

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I just wanted to stop in and say hi .. oh and also leave something that might brighten your day.

These Mutts have always made me smile, so I thought they might make you smile too.

Sending much love your way! 🧡

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Controversial opinion but if someone spends days and weeks and months of their free time writing fanfiction for free and you don't like it,,,you don't have to say that 💀

I mean I get the argument, no one likes everything and you should accept criticism but literally the only thing that keeps writers writing is feedback, they don't get any kind of money or compensation and generally have to lie to their friends and family about what they're spending 90% of the time on so give them a break

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Prompt List

I’ve seen a couple of prompt lists, and I wanted to compile a list of my favorites for oneshots. Most of it is based off of @dear-yandere​‘s prompt list, you can find those here. Feel free to request these for oneshots, but I won’t do the same prompt for the same character twice.

Addiction - “If you want me to beg, then I’ll beg for you.”

Allure - “I want to tell you I love you until my throat bleeds.”

Anesthetic - “Sleep tight, I’ll deal with our little annoyance.”

Angel - “This world doesn’t deserve an angel like you.”

Aphrodisiac - “Just give into me, love.”

Band-aids - “Don’t you know how much this hurts me?”

Blanket - “You’re so cute when you’re asleep!”

Blood - “Who hurt you?”

Break - “Should I just break your legs? That way you can never, ever run away again.”

Bruises -  “I will never let you leave.”

Cage - “I will protect you from everything.”

Camera - “You were beautiful in the photos I took, but you’re absolutely perfect in my arms.”

Candles - “I just want to show you how much I love you…”

Carvings - “Please! You can use me all you like, just don’t leave me!”

Cellar - “I’ll lock you up and throw away the key if you think about doing that again, understand?”

Chains - “I’ll do whatever it takes if it means we’ll be together forever.”

Choker - “You have no idea how much I have been holding myself back for you.”

Clouds - “You don’t even know how lucky you are. I protect you and provide for you. Don’t act so ungrateful.”

Control - “Can’t you see? The world is a scary and dangerous place. If you stay here, you’ll be safe. In my arms.”

Corpses - “The next time they touch what’s mine, I’ll cut their arm off.”

Crown - “The world doesn’t revolve around you, but my love does.”

Crucify - “This is all your fault. You have nobody to blame but yourself.”

Defeat - “I’m yours, use me in any way that you want.”

Delirium - “Why do you think I’m stalking you? I’m only keeping you safe. You need me.”

Desperation - “You’re happy being with me, right?”

Disguise - “Why aren’t you happy? I look exactly like your lover! Kiss me, hug me, love me, me, me!”

Doll -  “I’ll give you every little piece of me. Just don’t leave me.”

Escape - “Did you really think you could get away from me?”

Eyes - “I’ll gouge out their eyes, so they can never look at you ever again.” 

Flowers - “Is it so hard to love me?”

Fog - “I’ll kiss away the pain, love.”

Gaslight - “I know you better than you know yourself.”

Guardian - “I’m your Guardian Angel. I exist solely for you.”

Guns - “I think they might be a problem. Don’t worry, love, I’ll take care of them for you.”

Heartless - “If you leave me, I’ll die!”

Hope - “I don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”

Hubris - “I will destroy everything in my way until I have you.”

Hysteria - “I’m only this desperate for you.”

Jealousy - “You don’t need anyone but me.”

Joker -   “I hope you understand just how far I’m willing to go for you. How many rules I’m willing to break for you.” 

Key - “If you just do what you’re told then we wouldn’t have a problem, would we?”

Kisses - “Tell me how much you love me.”

Locks - “I know you liked them, sweetie, but they were keeping you away from me.”

Love letter - “Am I wrong? You want to be loved, Don’t you?”

Lungs - “I need you more than I need to breathe.”

Marks -  “You can hurt me if you want. Hit me, stab me, yell at me. You can do anything, if you just stay with me.”

Memories - “I can make all of your pain go away. You just have to say the words.”

Mercy - “If I killed myself, would that make you happy?”

Moonlight - “I’m sorry, honey, but you made me jealous. They had to die.”

Paralysis - “There’s nowhere to run. So don’t scream anymore, love.”

Paranoia - “I know everything about you.”

Photos - “I’m so happy you finally wanted to take a picture with me! They can go right next to the ones of you sleeping.”

Poison - “Sorry sweetie, this was just a precaution! I promise I won’t poison you as much.”

Punishment - “I know it hurts, honey, but this is what happens when you don’t do what I say.”

Queen - “If you’re with me, I don’t need anything else.”

Rain - “Why are you crying? Aren’t you happy to be with me?”

Red string - “I’m madly in love with you. You’re all I ever think about.”

Restraints - “Be a good girl and sit still. You don’t want me to be unhappy right?”

Secrets - “You can run away but I will always find you.”

Smiles - “Where’s that smile I’m looking for, sugar?”

Stranger - “You’re lying. You love me, I know it.”

Sunshine - “It’s okay to love me. Please love me.”

Tears - “Sweetie, don’t cry.. they didn’t love you as much as I did.. I’ll help you over the heartbreak.”

Veins - “You are the reason I live.”

Window - “I saw you last night…you looked beautiful.”

Wine - “I’ll bleed for you.”