#the verbal and physical abuse……… ma’am

[greelin]

parents will straight up traumatize you then be like “well i don’t remember saying/doing that.” ok nvm then. none of it happened. i’m good now. We’re good. thankyou for setting the record straight👍 *GRITS MY TEETH SO HARD THEY SHATTER*

[offbrandkyoya]

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cw: panic attack, physical/verbal abuse

The day has arrived. After many practices, sweats, and of dehydration, it was time. Scaramouche’s first performance. He acts all tough, but he really is nervous. It's been so long since he sang that he didn’t know if he could do it. Thankfully, Venti reassured him that he’d do just fine. He was starting to warm up to the members. A little bit, though.

He can hear the crowds chanting their names. "Are they always this loud?" He asked as one of the assistants fixed his makeup. "Unfortunately." Heizou responds with a sigh. "It's a pain, but you’ll get used to it." Kazuha adds in, and Xiao nods in agreement. Now, everything was fine, but Scaramouche noticed Aether’s quietness. He wasn’t good at comforting, so all he did was watch. "Alright boys, you’re on." The manager walks up to them. She says to Scaramouche, "Good luck." She says with a smile until she turns to the rest. "Don’t drag him down." "Yes, ma’am." The boys went onstage, Venti first, and headed straight to their positions. The crowd cheers.

"Good morning, everyone! It's been a while, huh?!" Venti yells, and the fans respond with a shout. "We’re back, but with a new friend! Let's see what he’s made of! But first, I’m your number one cutie, Venti!" He points at himself, and someone shouts, "I LOVE YOU, VENTI!" He chuckled and blew a kiss, then cupped his face. "I love you more!" The fans squealed in delight. Xiao steps up and says, "Hello, hello." He was interrupted by loud cheers, louder than Venti’s. "I am Xiao; please enjoy today as we put our whole heart into this." More cheers erupted, and Scaramouche could’ve sworn he heard someone tell Xiao to take his shirt off. Next was Kazuha, who waved as everyone shouted his name. "Hi, I am Kazuha, the cat man." He did a cat pose, and Scaramouche held his laugh. "I love you all and thank you for the support. I’m glad you’re here!" More cheers followed, and Kazuha continued to wave at them all until Aether stepped up. "Hi hi!" They all squealed and called his name. "It is me, Aether! Hope you enjoy the show, my cuties!" He made a heart sign, and they all screamed like little girls. "Hey, hey, hey!" Heizou shouts as he points to the fans. "Hey, hey, hey!" They responded. He laughs, "It’s me, Heizou! Thank you for coming to our show, and I hope you stick around the whole day!" He pumps up his fist, and the fans do it in return. Lastly, it was Scaramouche's turn.

He rehearsed this a lot, but he felt so embarrassed. He took a step forward and cleared his throat. "Uh, hi, I am Scaramouche. Its a pleasure meeting you all, and…" His cheeks turned red. "And being able to see your cute faces in person." The crowd went wild, and he heard them ask for his hand in marriage. "Please enjoy." He says with a small smile, and they go to their respective positions. Scaramouche was tasked with starting off with a surprise new song they wrote, but he was nervous as hell. The music started playing as he gripped his microphone. He started to sing, but he sounded uncertain. The quietness from the fans wasn’t helping, and it made him even more anxious.

He was starting to regret doing this until he looked down at the front. His heart skipped a beat as he saw your face. You were all sweaty and panting, so he assumed you just got here in a hurry. You made eye contact and smiled. He stared at you for the longest time before smiling back and starting to sing with confidence. The fans were surprised by the sudden change but began to cheer as they enjoyed the sound of his voice. You cheered as well, clapping your hands to the beat. You were so proud of him.

The show continued with ease. They performed new and old songs, but mostly old. You were enjoying every minute of it, as you couldn’t help but feel like a mother watching their child succeed. Your eyes were mostly on Scaramouche, though. He was so dreamy and beautiful. You really were in love with that man. To be honest, you thought it was just a silly crush, but no, Scaramouche was different. He was truly special. You blushed whenever you guys locked eye contact. Sometimes, he’d wink, and you couldn’t help but faint since you knew it was directed towards you. Scaramouche was so different on stage that it was kind of attractive.

It was nearing the end, with the sky getting dark. They were singing the second-to-last song, and you could tell they were exhausted. You wished they’d have longer breaks, but unfortunately their manager wouldn’t allow that. Still, you put in a whole lot of cheer to give them a boost. Everything was going well until Scaramouche froze. His singing got quiet, and he stopped, staring off into the distance. He gasped and started shaking. His grip tightened as his eyes shook at whatever he was seeing. His breath was shaky, and he started to sweat. The crowd started to whisper, and the boys stopped what they were doing, but the music still played. You watched from below as Scaramouche lost it.

He hung his head low as he tried to balance himself. He felt himself start to hyperventilate, and his head was spinning like crazy. The voices of his members were hard for him to hear as he wanted to leave. He wanted to run far, far, far away. Venti tried talking to him, but Scaramouche wouldn’t respond. The others tried as well, but nothing worked. Venti held his breath as he turned to his audience and said, "I’m so sorry, please wait for a moment as we try to fix things." He leads Scaramouche out of the stage to the back as the murmurs of the fans grow louder. You, extremely worried, shoved yourself through the crowd. "Excuse me, please." Almost all of them didn’t let you through, and that frustrated you. Guess you had to find another way.

Xiao and Heizou helped Scaramouche sit down, and Venti kneeled in front of him. "Hey, take deep breaths, yeah?" Scaramouche still wasn't responsive and continued to tremble. Xiao kneeled next to him. "Scaramouche, whatever it is that made you nervous, it’s over. It’s just us." Scaramouche wanted to believe those words so bad, but his mind kept saying otherwise. ‘She’s still here.’ The boys heard yelling, and that's when you arrived. "Scara!" You rushed to his side, and the guys noticed a cup in your hands. Scaramouche flinched at the sound of your voice. "Y-Yn?" He musters out. You nod, "It’s me. I don’t know what happened, but listen to my voice and our voices." You showed him the cup of water. "Here."

He looked at it and noticed your hands shaking. His heart started to hurt. ‘I made them worry.’ Slowly, his hands reached for the cup, and he took a small sip. "Thank you." You smiled and said, "Of course." "OH MY GOD!" It was their manager, barging into the scene. She immediately stormed towards Venti. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Your eyes widen, but Venti is unfazed. "YOU MADE HIM NERVOUS ABOUT THE PERFORMANCE! I TOLD YOU TO TAKE CARE OF HIM, AND LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" "Ma’am, it wasn’t any of our faults." Scaramouche-" "SCARAMOUCHE WAS FINE UNTIL HE WAS IN YOUR CARE!" "That’s not true-" Suddenly, she slapped him, leaving a huge red mark on his left cheek.

You gasped as your hands gripped Scaramouche's chair. "God! You’re such a worthless leader! If you weren’t connected to Zhongli, I would’ve had you gone from the very beginning!" Venti looked down, lifeless. "I’m sorry. I’ll do better." "I’m getting tired of your pathetic excuses, Venti!" Kazuha went in between them. "Ma’am, we’ll make it up to you, we promise. We’re terribly sorry for causing Scaramouche trouble." She scowled. "Tomorrow, everyone but Scaramouche, will skip breakfast, lunch, and everything for dance practice." "Yes ma’am-" "That’s not fair!" You stood up abruptly, standing in front of Scaramouche protectively.

She furrowed her brows. "You again?! You’re always messing things up!" "Venti didn’t deserve that! You should be the one apologizing!" She started to walk towards you. "You have no right talking back to me." Xiao felt anger boil inside him as he went to your aid but stopped. "Don’t." Scaramouche spoke up. The manager froze. "W-What?" He looked up at her with a glare. "Don't, or I’m quitting." He then went and held your hand. You could feel his fingers tremble, and you soothed them for comfort. She backed away from you and the others with a growl. "Go home. This concert is cancelled." Then she walked away, leaving you all behind. Once she was gone, you frantically turned to Venti. "Venti! Are you okay?!" He looked up and smiled at you. "Don’t worry about me. I’m fine."

He then went and ruffled Scaramouche's hair. "Let’s head out. We’re all exhausted from this fiasco." You were still upset, but you nodded. "Okay. I can give you all a ride." "We appreciate that." Xiao says with a small smile. They all headed to your car, which, thankfully, was out of sight so no fans would bother you all. "I’m sorry there's no space for us to fit." "It’s fine." Venti says, "Scaramouche, you can sit next to Yn." He smirked since the two of you were still holding hands. Scaramouche didn’t get that and just nodded. "Thanks". The rest squeezed themselves in the back, and you dropped them off at their place one by one.

It was Aether’s stop, and when he was going to leave, you remembered the talk. "Wait! Aether!" He turned to you, confused. "Yn?" "You wanted to talk after the concert. We can talk about it outside." He simply smiled. "No, it's okay." You frowned. "Are you sure?" He nods, "Yeah, it wasn’t that important anyway." He smiled once more and closed the door, heading to his doorstep. You faced the road a bit upset. Though you smiled and turned to Scaramouche. "It’s just us now. Where do you live?" "No." You blinked, a bit startled. "N-No?" "I…" He looked down sadly. "I don’t feel like going home right now." You frowned but smiled once again. "Okay, we can stay at my place." He looked up at you. "Are you sure?"

“It’s okay! It’s just me anyway." "Okay." And so you headed towards your place in silence.

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[wizisbored]

hey you guys want some backstory on what nimona was talking about in my last whumptober post??

cw verbal abuse, referenced physical abuse, brief violence

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Nimona can never go at it alone for long.

Some stints last longer than others, generally dictated by how much of an ass the last person she stuck with was. Asses, as it turns out, have the singular selling point of being a decent cure for loneliness. But time has the unfortunate habit of healing wounds, and after long enough the sharp points of the spite are worn down enough for her to think that maybe, maybe, this time will be different.

She knows what to look for and how to find it, and all in all it’s incredibly easy to put herself in the path of another horse thief.

Three days and one perfectly honorable and upstanding horse trader later, Nimona once again has her decision on whether to talk to her new companion postponed by a piece of metal shoved in her mouth. She’s a shifty, scrappy-looking woman clearly running from something, because she came willing to pay for any horse - even a great big heavy-footed thing that won’t take her anywhere fast - as long as it gets her out of town.

Nimona can do that.

The woman is a quiet rider. Some people sing in the saddle, some talk - to themselves or to her, regardless if they know that she understands them. But the day goes by without another word, the time filled instead by the creaking of saddle leather and the steady thudding of hooves. Nimona considers humming to herself, but past experience has taught her that humming tends to have a better chance than speaking does of making her rider question their sanity. At least when she opens her mouth and talks there’s a clear source. It’s easier to think humming could be coming from anywhere. Nimona amuses herself instead by fidgeting with the bit on her tongue.

Camp is made that night in the middle of nowhere, Nimona put on a rope and allowed to graze. She does, briefly, but she’s far more interested in getting to know her new companion. She wanders over to where the woman is cooking, and presses her nose to her shoulder. The woman half-turns towards her, still keeping her eye on the fire.

“What do you want?” she asks as she absent-mindedly strokes her nose, and Nimona makes a split-second decision.

“Just wanted to come say hey,” the horse says.

It’s a few days through the desert to get where they’re going, wherever the hell that is. The woman’s been cagy. Nimona doesn’t even know her name, and she’s been snapped at for using ‘Boss’. But, they’ve managed to settle on Ma’am, when they actually talk. The lady’s no more of a conversationalist now that she’s got someone to converse with, and outside of the rides characterized by long swaths of silence Nimona finds herself talking for two. It’s not something she finds all too difficult. She rambles, to put it plainly, and even with how long she’s been at this she’s still not learnt to be too tight-lipped in certain areas. Her new companion knows she can do more than just talk by the end of the second day.

“Y’know, you’ve really got this ‘mysterious drifter’ thing down,” Nimona tells her, at the end of the fourth. “Like, ‘so unknowable that not even her horse knows where she’s going.’”

“Most horses don’t know where they’re going, they just do as they’re told,” the lady points out.

“Yeah, I guess, but I’m not most horses, am I?” Nimona counters, with a teasing smile.

“Stop prying.”

The lady pointedly returns her attention to the beans and hardtack she’s eating. Nimona pouts, tearing loudly at a clump of desert grass she’s uprooted; sure, she looks human right now, but she can still survive like a horse and so she isn’t afforded a share of the rations. A stalk scratches at the corner of her mouth as she eats, and she absent-mindedly rubs at it. Wrong move.

“Don’t,” the woman snaps.

“What?”

“You’re finding a way to complain without complaining. I’ve told you to drop it.”

“I wasn’t, actually, but if you wanna bring it up so bad-”

“Don’t.”

“Why shouldn't I? I told you upfront I don’t like bits, but I let you have it ‘cause it’s what you wanted. And you thank me by being as heavy-handed on the thing as humanly possible?”

“You’re too stubborn. I wouldn’t have to be so firm with you if-”

“If what? If I was a perfectly obedient normal horse?

“Yes! I never asked for this, you know. I bought a standard, no-funny-business horse. I didn’t want a traveling companion!”

“Yeah- Well- That’s just how it is, sometimes! Sometimes you buy a horse and it turns out it’s not a horse! It happens!”

“No it does not! Horses are horses! It’s not normal to try to buy one and end up with some- some grubby, ugly little freak.”

Nimona is on her feet before she knows it, throwing the grass to the ground. “Some what?”

“You heard me,” the woman says, unimpressed. “You know. So stop being a brat and just listen - we’re gonna get out of this goddamn desert, and then you’re gonna let me sell you on as a horse to make back what I paid. Stay with whoever buys you, sneak off, I don’t care. But you’re getting me my money back.”

“Oh, that’s real bold. Real fucking bold! You think you’re getting on my back again after that?!”

“I better be! You better get your damn act together or I can promise you, there’ll be hell to pay!”

Nimona barks out a laugh, her eyes wide. “What kinda hell? No, really, what kinda hell? What do you think you could do to me?”

The woman stands too. “Are you threatening me? Making like you’re just going to up and leave?”

“What you gonna do about it if I am?”

In two strides the woman is right in her face, grabbing a fistful of Nimona’s bandanna and yanks it upward, like she’s trying to lift her by it. “You could do with learning some respect, girl.”

Nimona holds her gaze steady, not intimidated in the slightest. “Why,” she growls, “would I respect someone who cut my gums open and called me a freak?”

“You ARE a freak!” She tugs roughly on the bandana, almost shaking her. “Of course you’re a freak, look at you!”

Nimona snarls. Not like a human doing a poor imitation of an animal. Like a wolf. Teeth and all. For the first time, the woman falters.

“Stop that.”

She snarls louder. More teeth, brighter eyes. The woman shoves her away.

“You’re crazy, you-”

There’s teeth in her throat before she can finish.

Before the sun is up, a bloodied, wild-eyed teenager stumbles into a bar in the ass end of nowhere, alone. Nobody has the guts to deny her a drink.

[whumpbug]

i call this one gene had a little lamb

this is just a little drabble i wrote based on the little sheep comment i made here. i wanted to characterize gene's mother and father a bit more, as well explore gene's character (ʃᵕ̩̩ ᵕ̩̩) he's meant to be about 7 in the first part of the fic (horrible, i know).

some scenes were genuinely so sad for me to write so please look at the content warnings before reading! IT HAS A HAPPY ENDING THO. no animals were harmed in the writing of this fic. it was just sheep actor guys i swear its literally eating grass and chilling in a field as we speak

cw: animal violence, descriptions of animal death, verbal abuse, mentions of physical abuse, toxic masculinity, blood (let me know if i missed anything)

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“Sylvia! Tell that boy to get his be-hind out here!”

Gene’s father’s booming voice made him freeze. He blinked.

He slowly turned to look at his mother from his place on the ground, surrounded by toy trains and wooden blocks.

Sylvia gave Gene a sad smile. “I think you’d better go see what he wants, baby.”

Gene gulped. His father was angry about something. That was bad news. Nothing good ever came of angry men.

“Syliva, I ain’t gonna ask again! You send him right on out here!”

Sylvia pursed her lips and swung her legs over the chaise lounge she had been sprawled out in. She closed the distance between her and her son, bending at the waist to kiss his cheek and guide him to standing. 

“It’ll be alright. Why, he probably just needs you to climb into the attic again and get down another bag of feed. Go on, Gene. Come on back when you're finished.”

“Yes ma’am.” He whispered. He shuffled his way out the door and to the front of the barn, where his father was standing, ominously red-faced.

Gene’s heart dropped when he saw what was laying at his father’s feet.

“Would you do me the great goddamn honor--” He reached over and steered Gene by the back of the neck to face the small bundle of curly white on the floor-- “of explaining the hell I’m lookin’ at?”

His voice was venomous. 

“A l-lamb, sir,” Gene stammered.

“A lamb," He scoffed. "And ain’t this the same goddamn lamb I told you to shoot yesterday?”

“Yessir.”

His words hardly came out as more than a whisper.

It was true, though. The poor thing had been born one day ago, and it was obvious right away something was wrong. Its back legs were crooked and mangled, like the bones hadn’t set properly. The sad truth was that it had no use on the farm, not even for meat. His father took one look at it and ordered Gene to put it out of its misery.

Still, Gene couldn’t bring himself to do it. It was just so small. It had such big, inky black eyes, eyes that stared right into Gene’s soul. The poor thing barely had a chance. It had never visited the soft, green pasture. It never tasted milk. It never got to play with its siblings. And he was supposed to slaughter it?

He couldn’t do it.

He had trembled there, holding the revolver, for about an hour straight until he gave up and carried the tiny creature to the barn, wrapped it up in his coat, and hid it behind some crates with the promise of checking up on it the next day.

It was stupid, yes, but he didn’t know what else to do.

"You think you get to pick and choose when to listen to me, dont'cha?" Clint spat.

Gene peered up at him with big, blue eyes and shook his head.

"N-No sir."

"Sure as shit seems like it."

"I j-just wanted to help it--"

"I don't want to hear it." Clint manhandled his single-action revolver from his belt and pointed it at the lamb.

“You’re gonna shoot it. Right here. Right now. In front of me. I don’t want to hear no whinin’, and I certainly don’t want to hear none of your sissy crap. Be a man, for Christ's sake, and shoot the goddamn animal.”

Then, the gun was cocked and shoved into his small hands. The lamb bleated softly, and Gene thought he might throw up.

“But Pa--”

“I said I don’t want to hear it.”

Gene shook. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood when he felt traitorous tears well in his eyes. 

He knew better than to talk back. If he refused, his father would only get more angry. Still, how was he supposed to do this? How could do this when the small creature was looking at him like that?

All Gene could think about was how white the little lamb was. It’d only been alive for a day and a half. It wasn’t brown and grimy like the older sheep, it was snow-white and soft and curly and warm and tender.

The tears won. He felt a smack to the back of his head.

“Quit yer cryin’. Get on with it. Now.”

Gene couldn’t help the soft sob that tore from his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut at the sight of the lamb curling in on itself into a tiny little wool ball. He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t do this, he couldn’t do this--

“Eugene Alexander Delaney. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

A hand clamped down on his shoulder as another guided the revolver to aim at the lambs small head. 

“Pull the goddamn trigger or trust me, you won’t like what happens next.”

He did trust him. He knew his punishment would be awful. So why couldn’t he move?

Finally, his father’s patience wore out. His large finger slipped over Gene’s tiny one, and yanked back the trigger with a loud pop.

It was over in a second. Gene wanted so badly to take his eyes off the visceral, gory sight, but he was still frozen in place. There was blood everywhere.

Clint pulled Gene away from the sight, grumbling curses under his breath, and walked him from the barn and to the house, where Syliva was standing on the porch, trying to get a glimpse of them.

“What on God’s green earth is goin' on?” She asked, finally getting a look at the state Gene was in.

“Your boy is a wuss is what's goin' on. Can’t even shoot a goddamn lamb that was on it way out in a few days anyways.”

"You made him shoot it?" Her voice took a dangerous tone.

"He's too soft, Syl. It needed to be done."

"He is seven years old--"

"When I was seven, I was already helpin' my daddy skin and butcher the meat from huntin' trips. This boy is too soft."

Gene stared blankly at a spot on the ground, doing his best to tune out the conversation. He hated being the cause of a fight. He wished he could be different, he wanted to be different. He didn't know why doing things his father wanted him to do put such an ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Suddenly, the tension reached its peak with a shout from Syliva, demanding her husband go take a walk and cool off.

Clint stormed off, reholstering his gun and scoffing the whole way back to the barn. Gene kept his head down, lip quivering and tears falling. A small, hitched breath escaped him.

“Oh baby,” Sylvia whispered, pulling Gene close to her chest. She threaded a gentle hand through his blonde locks.

And that’s all it took. Gene erupted into sobs, and sobbed and sobbed and clung to his mother like the little boy he was. His entire body was shaking now.

“Shh.. shhh, it’s alright baby. That poor thing was probably hurtin' real bad. Your daddy was right that it wasn’t gonna make it through the night.”

Gene continued to bawl. He gathered a fistful of his mother's dress in his hand and shook his head, whimpering lowly.

Sylvia gathered her boy up in her arms and sat with him in her rocking chair, rhythmically rocking him back and forth. She cradled him close, just like when he was smaller. She hummed softly, smoothing his hair back with a gentle hand.

Gene buried his face into his mother’s chest and breathed in her scent. She smelled like peach jam. He sobbed harder.

“Let it out, baby. It’s okay. I know. It’s okay.”

The two stayed like that until Gene’s sobs turned into soft hiccups and then evened out. Sylvia kept rocking him.

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Gene stared down at the small, injured lamb at his feet.

It was bloody. There was a deep wound in its flank. A coyote must have gotten to it after it escaped the pasture. It was sprawled on the side of the road, panting, and left to the elements. The poor thing was shaking.

Gene’s hand went to his hip holster instinctively, and he whipped out his revolver. He cocked it with a soft click before he stopped. Lowered it. Took a closer look.

Other than the wound in its side, the lamb seemed to be relatively okay. Gene was almost certain the animal would be fine if treated properly.

He pursed his lips into a straight line and replaced his gun in its holster.

He crouched and carefully, gently gathered the thing into his arms and held it close.

Calliope whinnied softly as Gene mounted her, still cradling the small bundle of white to his chest. It was soft, warm, and little. It bleated quietly.

He clicked his teeth and urged Calliope onwards, shrugging off his coat to wrap around the tiny thing.

He tilted his head down to whisper to it, the sound hardly audible. “It’s gonna be alright. I’ll take care of you.”

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[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Yandere Mafia Baekhyun) 3.7k, mafia, yandere, pregnancy, unwanted pregnancy, abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, accusations of cheating

“I’m pregnant!”

“No you’re not.”

    You were dumbfounded by Baekhyun’s words. The news was definitely life changing, and you knew that when you confessed this he might not take it well, but you weren’t expecting such a cold response. As Baekhyun got up from his desk and approached you, his eyes fixated on the pregnancy test you were fiddling with in your hands. He took it from you, looking it over.

“Take another one.”

“I have… that’s the third one… they’re all positive.”

“How long?”

“It’s been two days since I’ve missed… and I don’t know how far along I am. Maybe a week or two… we can go to the doctor and-”

“Get rid of it.”

“Wa… what?”

“I’ll cover all the expenses. Just let me know.”

“We need to talk about this. Are you sure-”

“You wanna keep it?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“Then think about it.” Baekhyun leaned over to kiss your head. “I have a meeting to get to, and I’ll probably be home late. So don’t wait up.”

“Okay…”

“Love you.”

“Me too.”

    Baekhyun handed you back the pregnancy test and grabbed his jacket on the way out of the office. You stayed in place, trying to understand exactly how that all went down. Eventually you looked back at the pregnancy test. You did need to think things through, you just thought you’d do that with Baekhyun. You returned to your bedroom, going over to the window and staring up at the sky. Truth was the two of you had always been careful. You were on the pill, and most of the time he’d wear a condom too. Of course that wasn’t always the case, but the fact that you were pregnant now brought up a lot.

    You two have been together for years now but you had never talked about the possibility of having kids. It never really came up, and perhaps you weren’t at that point in your life to talk about it either, but now here you were. Even if this decision would ultimately come down to your choice, you still wanted Baekhyun’s input. He seemed to be busy now, and you honestly didn’t have all the information. The first thing you needed to do was go to the doctor and get some answers. So you made a call, and luckily enough scheduled an appointment for tomorrow morning. You thought to tell Baekhyun about it, but given how he took the news, it was probably best to leave him out of it for the time being.

    You ate dinner alone, sitting in the silence of the dining room. It wasn’t the first time you had done this, but given the circumstances things felt far more lonely. You thought to stay up, wait up to see him and make sure he got home okay, but you’d probably just worry him if he found you passed out on the couch. Besides, you had an appointment tomorrow, so you should probably get to bed. You didn’t how late it was when you heard the shower, but you did manage to vaguely stay up until you felt the bed dip. Arms wrapped around you and pulled you close.

“… rough… night…”

“Hm… sleep well…”

“… ye…”

    In the morning you found yourself alone. It wasn’t the first time, but it certainly hit differently today. There was a note on the nightstand, Baekhyun explaining that something came up and he needed to go. You knew what type of work he did, so you understood these things happened, although you found it sweet he always took the time to leave you a message. He even pressed a kiss to the paper as his signature, and you softly kissed it back.

    You had a proper breakfast after you showered and dressed for the day, opting for a simple shirt and jacket with a skirt, and comfortable shoes. As you made your way down to the front entrance you noticed two guards. They weren’t usually there but you didn’t dwell on it, grabbing your car and house keys from the desk in the entrance hall. When you approached the door they got in your way, making it so you couldn’t leave.

“Could you move, please.”

“We’re under orders to keep you in the house, ma’am.”

“Excuse me? You must be mistaken, now move. I have an appointment and I don’t want to be late.”

“I’m sorry, but those are our orders.”

You scoffed. “Baekhyun would not keep me in this house. So move, or I will have you killed.”

“…”

“You may work for my husband, but don’t think I’m powerless.”

“No offense ma’am, but if we don’t follow orders, we are dead. So you’re staying here.”

“For fucks sake, your orders are to protect me. It’s just easier to do that when I’m contained in an enclosed space. So follow me out into town for all I care, but if you lay a finger on me, you’re dead.”

    You pushed them aside and walked out the front door. Soon enough you heard footsteps behind you. Baekhyun didn’t always put security on you, the people around here weren’t stupid enough to try anything, but he’d get paranoid every now and then. This was one of those times. Before either of those guards got any ideas you told them to get their own car and follow you like that if they wanted too.

    You started up your vehicle, checking the directions and getting on the road. It was a smooth ride, and you made it to your appointment, checking in early and waiting for a bit. You hadn’t seen a gynecologist in a while, and you were certainly overdue for things too. They’d probably mention all that while you were here, but this was about the pregnancy first and foremost. When you were called up you took a deep breath to calm your nerves.

    While you waited around in the exam room your eyes wandered to all the posters around. All talking about pregnancy and other things related to your reproductive organs, and their health. It was a bit nerve wracking seeing it all, but this was important. Once your doctor came in you went through the usual questions, and you began the examination. You found out you were three weeks pregnant, thinking back to a handful of nights that could have been the one. As far as the doctor was concerned you were healthy, and so was the baby. They began to go over what you’d need to do to take care of yourself, but there was a burning question in your mind.

“So… uh… how long do I have before… I can’t… not have the baby…”

“You have until late in your second trimester, which is about 22 weeks from conception. In simple terms, you have about five months.”

“I see.”

“If you intend to terminate the baby it would be best to do it during the earlier stages. You should speak to your partner about this and make a decision.”

“Yeah…”

    You were still going back and forth on the idea, but set up future appointments to keep up with your health and the development of the baby. You probably would have gone home, but there was a lot on your mind and you didn’t think driving would be the best idea now. So instead you walked down the street, looking at what was around until you found a good place for some snacks. The two guards that had followed you went in with you, but sat away from you, giving you space. Things didn’t feel so uncertain now, in regards to what was going on with your body, everything else was still shaky.

    You wanted nothing more than to talk to Baekhyun, to figure this out together, but you were scared how he’d react. It felt like it was too soon, and you did have some time to wait around.  Once you felt better you returned home, telling the guards you wouldn’t say anything about your outing if they didn’t wish to report it to your husband. Regardless of what they’d say, you were sure they were just relieved you were back home. You went to your room, wanting to soak in a warm bath, kinda wishing you could have a glass of wine, but it wouldn’t be good for the baby.

    When Baekhyun got home later you said nothing about your doctors visit, and he didn’t seem to know either. He was happy to see you though, and things felt like nothing had changed. He told you about his day, being vague and not giving details, but the way he spoke kept your interest. Even if his work was dangerous, you understood that at its core this was all just business, and it kept you safe. You had dinner together, followed by a couples shower. Things might have gone further but you were both quite tired, and settled for snuggling in bed. For a while things were like before between you, but at some point you’d have to address the elephant in the room.

“Not this again…”

    You were planning to go out for some minor errands when you noticed two guards at the door. Baekhyun was home in his office today, but he never had guards posted at the door because of that. So clearly this was about you, and you rolled your eyes as you went over to his office. Usually you’d knock, he could be on an important call, but you didn’t care to do it this time around, just bursting in.

“What’s with the lockdown protocol?”

“Huh?”

“The guards posted at the door. Why can’t I leave?”

“Who said you can’t leave?”

“You did this last time! The guards wouldn’t let me leave cause they had orders to keep me in the house! What gives?!” “Oh, that was different. They’re meant to accompany you.”

“Accompany me?”

“Aren’t you going to the doctors today?”

“Huh? Why would I go to the doctors? And why would I need an escort!”

“Well I figured you’d want an escort for the procedure. So you’re not alone afterwards.”

“Procedure? Wait, you think I’m getting an abortion?”’

“Aren’t you?”

“No. Why would-”

“We’ve talked about this. We already-”

“No, we didn’t talk. You yelled at me.”

“So you want to keep it?”

“I don’t know, but I’d really like to talk to you about it.”

“Fine, let’s talk then.” Baekhyun stood up. “I don’t want a kid. Do you have any idea how dangerous having a kid in this line of work is?”

“Obviously, but you are well respected in this world. No one would dare touch me, and-”

“A kid is a different story. I know you can handle yourself, but a child can’t.”

“So what? You wouldn’t protect it out in the world? You-”

“I can’t possibly trust anyone in a school environment. Too many variables, too many dangers, too many situations a child can get hurt in.”

“There’s always home schooling and-”

“Why are we talking as if you’re keeping it?”

“I just… I…”

“Do you want to keep it?”

“I… I don’t know, alright. I already went to the doctors before. I’m three weeks along, and I have a few months before things would be dangerous. I know I shouldn’t drag this out but I really wanted to talk to you, and this isn’t how I thought this would go down, but…” You took a moment. “You’ve made up your mind then, you don’t want to have a kid?”

“No. I don’t want you going through all that shit. You’re all I need.”

    Baekhyun came over to you and pulled you into his arms. He rocked you to the sides and rubbed your back, humming a soft melody. Even if this wasn’t how you thought the conversation would go, you at least had an answer from him. It was a much easier decision for him to make, whereas for you there was a lot more involved than a yes or no. Still, now you knew where Baekhyun stood in all this.

“Do you want me to take you to the doctors then?”

“No. I have a lot to think about…”

“What else is there?”

“A lot for me.”

“Then what’s the point of asking me?”

“I didn’t get myself pregnant here, Baekhyun. I wanted to know where you stood in all this, but it’s still my body, my choice.”

“If I don’t want it then what does it matter?”

“Ya! I’m the one who would-”

“Is it really mine?”

    You were stunned into silence, staring at Baekhyun in disbelief. Soon enough anger bubbled to the surface and you attempted to slap him. He caught your arm with ease, smirking at the attempt.

“Did I hit a nerve?”

“How dare you insinuate I’d ever cheat on you! After all these years! Does this marriage mean nothing to you?!”

“I’m just checking all my bases here. You’ve been strange lately.”

“Cause I found out I’m pregnant! And if it’s not yours then you need to find whoever assaulted me!” You couldn’t help the tears building up. “I can’t believe you…”

    You yanked your arm away and quickly left the office before the tears started to fall. This whole situation was stressing you out and instead of being a comfort he was being the worst person ever. For a moment you questioned why you married him in the first place, but you took a breath and calmed yourself down. You couldn’t stay in the house, so you grabbed your things and stormed out, ignoring the guards trying to follow. You knew you shouldn’t be driving so you got a cab and blurted out the address of a friend.

    When you got to Mark’s place you let yourself in, having a key he gave you a long time. You knew he wouldn’t be home for a while so you went through his snack cabinet, getting yourself something and collapsed on the couch. You put on some TV to help you take your mind off things. Of course Baekhyun tried to call you, but you didn’t want to hear his apologies or whatever right now. Eventually Mark came home. He was surprised to see you, but mostly concerned.

“What brings you by? Usually you call.”

“Just thought to surprise you.”

“If that was true you wouldn’t have been laid out on my couch.”

    You didn’t tell Mark you were pregnant, especially so early on when you hadn’t made a decision yet. So you just told him the two of you fought and he practically accused you of cheating on him. You broke down in tears then, saying this out loud making it real and not something you can just bury. Mark comforted you through your tears, wanting to assure you that everything was going to be alright.

“Couples fighting is normal. You're bound to disagree on things and get upset over it. I guess this is your first major fight."

“You could say that."

“He loves you, you know that. I'm sure once you both cool down you'll make up and be okay."

“I hope so."

    You stayed with Mark for a while, but you knew you had to go home before it got late. Baekhyun was surely worried when you left, and if you didn't come home soon he'd send out all his men to find you. Mark didn't need to get caught up in all that, so you thanked him for being your shoulder to cry on. He saw you out and got you a cab, telling you everything was going to be alright. The sun had already gone down as you were on your way home. You stared out the window, seeing what the world had to offer. It was what you’d expect to see, people on their way home or going out, but one thing in particular caught your attention.

    A couple had parked their car on the street side, one of them holding a baby while the other was getting the stroller out of the back. You watched for as long as you could, seeing the smiles they shared with each other, and with their baby. A hand trailed down to your stomach as you watched before you drove off. You never really thought about having a kid before, but there was no one else you’d rather have a family with than Baekhyun. You knew he was against it, and you understood the dangers, and his line of work, but you wanted to try, you wanted to be a mother, you wanted to have this kid. When you got home Baekhyun rushed to embrace you, relieved you were back.

“I’ve been so worried.”

“I’m sorry…”

“No, that’s on me. I shouldn’t have said something so stupid. I know you wouldn’t do such a thing. Please, forgive me.”

“I know you didn’t mean it, but it still hurt.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m gonna be pouty about it for a while longer.”

Baekhyun sighed. “That’s fine. Just promise to let me know when you want to take care of this.”

“About that…”

“What?”

“I’ve made a decision.”

“About what?”

“I… I want to keep the baby…”

“Y/n, we-”

“I know what you said, but it’s my body, and ultimately my choice.”

“Y/n-”

“I know… but I want a family… with you.”

“No.”

“You say that now, but I’m sure you’ll come around and-”

“If I don’t?”

“What?”

“What if I don’t come around? What will you do with a child I don’t want?”

“I… does no part of you want to be a father? At all?”

“No. Not in this line of work.”

“Think outside that for a second and just-”

“I’ve heard enough of this discussion. Tomorrow you are going to the doctors and getting rid of this idea, okay?”

“… no…”

“Y/n-”

“I said no! I want a family, Baekhyun! I want to have a kid running around these halls. I want to see you smile as you look at your child. I want more than this…”

“Y/n…” Baekhyun took your hands. “I’m sorry. This is my fault for not being more careful with you. I didn’t mean to get these ideas in your head-”

“Shut up!” You stepped back. “What about me? Doesn’t my happiness matter here? All you care about is yourself, and how this would affect you, but what about me?”

“I’ve told you how I feel about this. What are you going to do then? Raise it on your own? Cause I am not giving-”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“I’ve made up my mind. I’m having this baby, with or without you.” You took a moment. “I’ll grab some things of mine and leave. Tomorrow I’ll go see a divorce lawyer.”

“You can’t be serious y/n. After-”

    You ignored his words and walked past him, heading upstairs. He kept calling out to you, but you didn’t pay attention. He didn’t like this side of you, chasing after you and grabbing your arm. This conversation was just going in circles so you didn’t have any intentions to start it again. Although Baekhyun was getting more frustrated with your actions, and the two of you wound up arguing.

“Let me go!”

“Talk to me! You can’t just-”

“I’ve said my peace, now let go!”

“Not until you talk!”

    Despite your attempts to free yourself, Baekhyun’s grip was firm, and because of that you lost your footing. You collapsed down the steps, feeling every bit of pain from where you got hit, only getting relief when you finally reached the floor. Your vision was still spinning, and the edges of your vision were getting dark. For a moment you noticed Baekhyun reaching out to you, his voice muffled and distant. You felt a tear slide down your face as everything went black, not from the pain, but fear that you had lost something.

🖤

    The world slowly started to fade in from the darkness. You heard the soft sounds of machines, feeling warmth surround you, a hand holding yours, and muffled sniffling. It was a bit of a struggle but you managed to open your eyes, taking in your surroundings. You were in the hospital, Baekhyun at your side and holding your hand. His head was down and he was mumbling to himself.

“Baekhyun…”

“Y/n!”

    The boy immediately jumped up, and you could see that his eyes were red from tears. He was relieved to be able to look into your eyes, and then the tears started flowing again. He fell to his knees but kept a hold of your hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry y/n. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“Baekhyun…”

“Yes, what is it? Does it hurt? I’ll call the nurse so-”

“Baekhyun…”

    You squeezed his hand with what little strength you had. Now you were the one with tears in your eyes. You were afraid to ask, but you had to.

“… the baby…”

    Baekhyun looked away from you, and you feared the worst. You were already starting to choke on your tears when he leaned down to kiss your head.

“The baby is alright… I’m sorry I did this…”

    The tears still flowed and you squeezed his hand again. All you could feel was relief despite everything that had happened.

“I’m sorry I was so hard on you about this. Something like this never should have happened.” Baekhyun took a moment. “I was afraid to lose you over the news… and then I almost really lost you… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t cry… I’ll be okay… we both will…”

“What you said before, about leaving. You can’t, please.”

“Baekhyun…”

“I was wrong, okay, about what I said. I’m just afraid…”

“Of what?”

“What if I’m not a good father… what if I can’t protect our child? What if I can’t protect you?”

“You think I don’t feel that same… all parents worry about that… but we have each other… and we’ll give everything we have…”

“I’m sorry. I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”

“We’ll figure this out… together… okay?”

“Yes. Yes, I promise. I won’t leave you, or our kid.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[cptn-briggsy-kratch]

In the arms of his lovers, Briggsy dreams.

[Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse, Physical/Verbal Abuse, Manipulation, Physical Restraint.]

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A large, calloused hand on the nape of Briggsy’s neck pushes him along a narrow hall, against his will. This isn’t the first time this has happened. It will not be the last.

Tears wet his cheeks. “I-I’m so sorry, ma’am, I didn’t mean ‘ta offend— AGK!!“

The hand squeezes, cutting off his apology with a sharp squeak.

“Quit your fucking blubbering, slug. Ya shoulda thought before ya let your Gods-damned maw keep flappin’.”

“I’ll shut up next time, I swear, please ma’am—“

He’s suddenly slammed into the wooden walls of the ship’s underbelly. He cries out in pain.

“What the fuck did I just say?! Keep. Yer damned mouth shut!”

She thrusts him into the wall twice more, the wood behind his head nearly splitting from the impact. He can feel where splinters threaten to pierce his hide.

She waits.

Briggsy heaves a few sob-heavy breaths, but he listens.

His tears do not.

“I didn’t have to let you stay on my ship,” she snarls. Her breath is hot and fetid near his nostrils. “I didn’t have to give you food and clothing, and a roof over your head, and I sure as fuck don’t have to pay ya to mop my fucking deck. Is this how ya choose to repay my grace? Talkin’ back to your Captain and then weepin’ like a child, as if that’s gonna get ya outta this?”

Salt and pepper hair, light grey sunspot skin, cerulean eyes. A sleeveless coat of navy blue and translucent white, slightly hazy even in the dark of below deck. Displacer beast fur.

…What is her name?

“You know the consequences, now man up and deal with ‘em. Got me?”

Briggsy hiccups, as a new wave of tears flows down his face. His eyes feel raw.

“I-I—“

His head cracks against the wall once again, and warm liquid begins to trickle down the back of his neck.

“I said do ya fucking got me, slug?!”

His vision swims, and it wavers on upwards to meet hers. He nods wordlessly.

She spits on the ground in front of him, and yanks him away by the grip on his neck, dragging him down the rest of the corridor in silence.

He’s shoved into the brig with his Captain hot on his heels. Leather straps are pulled taught around his head; an iron cage is affixed over his snout. He’s quiet through it all.

“No supper tonight. I’ll send Flick to let you out come morning. And I better not hear one word out of your mouth, or next time I won’t be so benevolent. Nod if we’re in agreement.”

He stares at the wall, and slowly nods. His claws dig sharply into the meat of his palms.

The door shuts loud and heavy behind her, and a key locks it tight. His Captain’s footsteps click across wooden floors, until he can no longer hear them over the lapping of ocean waves.

It’s in that moment Briggsy stays, until he wakes.

[the-somewhat-rambling-reviewer]

Episode 3 Cherry Magic (Thailand)

Slightly edited.

One difference I like is how, in the Japanese version, Rokkaku was most attached to Kurosawa, and he started to admire Adachi once Kurosawa and Adachi started spending actual time together. Here, Rock has adopted Achi as his mentor right away.

However, there are times a show can have an episode (take Buckle Up from Scandal) or way aspects of a character are handled (like certain things involving Tara Graeme from Teen Wolf) or just a despisable character (Marc Antony from Rome, as one example) that I just can’t get over. I will be ranting about them years later on the internet.

Unfortunately, I think Rock running away at the suggestion Achi and Karan might be lovers last episode will be one of those things for this show. Someone pointed out it was likely him being heartbroken over his own failed relationship, and this does make sense, but I do think the show should have been clearer if this is what it was going for.

Maybe, the show will show something I really like about Rock that will ease this. For Rokkaku, I was relatively neutral about him until he was all, homophobe hurt my friend? Homophobe will regret it.

It was kind of funny how Rock was, hey, there a reason Achi is getting juice when everyone else is getting water?, but then, I remembered the running away, and I’m not sure Rock won’t show actual homophobia in later episodes.

Moving on, I’ve never experienced what Karan has, but I do feel sympathy for him. I can imagine that would suck, you find something, you like it, but then, everyone makes a big deal about how something that you’re just doing for fun should be something you should devote serious time and effort to. If you give it up, you give up something that was once fun, and people could express disapproval and/or disappointment over you depriving others of your talent, but if you don’t give it up, what was once joyful could cause resentment and, possibly, burn-out.

It’s always cool when Papang Phromphiriya Thongputtaruk pops up. He and Jan Ployshompoo Supasap both did awesome during their scene together.

Seeing Pai tell off her emotionally, borderline verbally, abusive ex off was awesome, and I’m glad she got to enjoy her bacon. Her offering to share with his new girlfriend was really sweet, but as someone who doesn’t like bacon, I’m just saying it might not have been fear of being scolded that had the new girlfriend decline. Emotionally abusive people target different parts of different people. It could have just been the new girlfriend doesn’t like bacon.

I loved the look on Achi’s face when he realised Karan was all, okay, semi-naked in a tub next to my crush, I will think religious thoughts now. And keep my eyes closed as much as possible. Religious thoughts.

It was sweet of the boss, Dujdao, to be concerned about Pai and to get a trustworthy male coworker to go with her.

There’s absolutely no indication of this, but I kind of imagine Karan sobering up a bit (originally, I wrote finding out, but upon rewatching the scene, he was there :headsmack:) and being all, ‘With all due respect, ma’am: What the f*ck. Yeah, I’m tracking them down before one or both of them get hurt.’

Not because he thinks either of them is weak, but because, as shown, they are vulnerable to physical attacks, and Achi, at least, has a tendency to inadvertently find himself in situations.

Are we sure Karan is actually a bad singer, or did he just decide to pretend to be one?

I could have missed something, but did Jinta’s place turn from an apartment to a house? Did he relocate from an apartment to a house?

I’m still not feeling the Jinta/Min subplot, but I didn’t particularly care for the Tsuge/Minato one either. At least, so far, Jinta hasn’t been as stalkerish as Tsuge was.

I’m looking forward to next episode.

[alyosiuscreightonward]

Dear Diary. I am truly a loathsome person and I accept that specific piece of my puzzle. I don’t have empathy nor am I capable of dispensing sympathy. The art of cruelty? Look me up and you’ll learn how much cruelty I can easily give out for free. Abuse. Whether it’s verbal or emotional, I’ll provide you with the necessary tools. I’m not into gaslighting or physical abuse or anything like that. I’m known to say quite often, “There will be tears, but they won’t be mine. Trust.”

The other day, too many people dumped on me and they had to go live their lives and cocoon themselves in bubble wrap because they couldn’t afford to come to work and do their jobs. “I’ve got existential ennui and therefore I’m unable to get out of my own way. I’m demanding two weeks off from this condition.” This was less than twenty four hours before I was due to go to Palm Springs. I cried in front of customers and I cursed at them and I didn’t give a shit. You come at me complaining that there’s only one of me and you expect me to perform some kind of miracle and get another person to come to work??!! These are toddlers who I am dealing with and Mommy has to go through your shit for you because you don’t want to know how life can hurt you.

Your feelings will get eradicated just by blinking. I’ll admit, I’m pretty sure that I’m causing you such pain. “Do I really have to swallow a bandaid just because your heart is breaking?”

I told you from jump, that I was evil but fair. I’m going to warn you, I’ll let you know, I’ll even explain it to you like you’re five years old. However The Sword of Damocles is coming down on you and I’ll certainly chime in, “Oh well. Shit happens and don’t ever say I didn’t warn you.”

So I’ve had to fire three people. Two people are leaving. I’ve got one new person. The others, just not sure how long they’re going to last after they get a new store manager. I’ve been telling them, “Y’all in for a rude awakening and y’all best not putting my name in your mouth. Nope. No ma’am. Like I done told ya, remember that story about the chicken asked for assistance in planting her garden? Then she asked for assistance in reaping the harvest? Then she asked for assistance with the livestock? Oh yeah when she put that fresh baked bread up on her window sill, y’all came out like drooling idiots. Y’all done asked her if she could hook you up with a slice of bread. She said no way MF. Step off. Same thing happened here. I asked you. I told you. I warned you. Now y’all find yourselves out on the line. The unemployment line. Under no circumstances should you ever think of me. I’m out.”

From some really off beat movie and an odd piece of dialogue from that movie, “Burnside slap lazy hands.” That’s what is coming down momentarily. Though I hear it now, “I do all the work around here and this that and third don’t do diddly squat.” I don’t think I should remind you but in this case I will, “A tale as old as time.”

However I did digress a tad. The point I was rattling on about was how sometimes you need to get the fuck over it and move on.

What had happened was, I sitting in the waiting room and minding my own business. My friend was visiting her mom in the hospital and I was there for moral support. When I entered the room, I saw two men in their late forties wearing I don’t know what but it was not off the rack.

I knew the moment I laid eyes on them, they had issues. Developmental issues. They were twitching, or was it tardive dyskinesia? They certainly weren’t tweaking from a lost weekend. They both had flip phones. They played some incessant loop. “It’s my cell phone and I’m not going to be here forever you know.” Or something similar to that from one and the other one, looped sound from a video game from another era. I wanted to make it known that it was on, but 2 against 1. Nah. I just muttered and gave up several exasperated sighs. I think they caught on and they stopped.

The door swung open and an older woman came to fetch them. She said that she had to use the loo and they’d be departing momentarily.

They left. I sighed with relief.

Then I had this thought, I could never be in a situation where I had to deal with the challenged. Nope. Short fuse. I’m saying thermonuclear. Then I would thought, this why I absolutely abhor the bubble wrap crowd.

Later as we were leaving the hospital and venturing home, I told my friend that I have no tolerance for being a caregiver to a challenged person. I told her that many moons ago, I made a valiant effort and failed miserably.

Andrew. He was the guy. He had it in him to the work. He had the calling. I joined up because I’d be in the same room with Andrew. He had a smile that would not quit. It was infectious and you ended up smiling at him. Sigh. Puppy love. Oh dear me. I never knew what happened to Andrew, but I’m hoping that he’s continuing his work with the challenged. Me. I’d rather deal with a person speaking broken English than someone with challenges. Like the one time I was in the presence of three children all of whom had been diagnosed with ADHD and what have you and in front of their mother, who I loathed and barely acknowledged, I turned on them. When I’m in a situation where my frustration level is where you smoke and fire, yeah. Not pretty. I repeat what I’ve said once and I’ll say it again a few times more and with each inflection, you can feel the pain. You’re going to feel dizzy, the room feels cold, shortness of breath and then I’m coming in straight for the carotid artery and then the jugular. I choose my words carefully because there will be tears but they won’t be mine.

Yeah, that’s right. I am a vicious cunt. I’m a True Scorpion. Y’all think when a dog’s jaw clenches down is a walk in the park? The Drill Sargent in me is all up in your grill.

Well the end result of that little moment with that woman and her kids, we never crossed paths again and it got around quickly. Some of the people that orbited our worlds, they knew that I was not the one.

I’m going to simply admit that I am incapable, inept and my inability is front and center when I’ve had to deal with the challenged. The Deaf? I got a few ASL signs. Okay kewl. Foreign languages? I’ll find one for us to attempt to communicate. Okay I’m not fluent and I’ll never be but we’ll figure it out.

I’m not going to apologize or say that I’m sorry for how I feel and how I may act, but do know that I’m sincerely going out of my way not to be rude, crude, lewd and or socially unacceptable, mean, caustic or acidic and I will make sure to remove myself from that Ven Diagram.

My friend, she understood and said that it does take a very special person to do that work and that there’s no shame saying it’s not for me.

There you have it.

[decaynow]

my mom be like:

:( i know for years we’ve treated you like none of the effort you were making mattered, and i’m sorry that us telling you that you were never trying hard enough made you feel like there was no point in trying. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were worthless by telling you that you were wasted potential, i meant for it to motivate you. I’m sorry that you didn’t feel motivated by us never being proud of you, but you can’t be mad at me now because i’m apologizing for it even though i will continue to make 0 effort to understand why you struggle to do basic human tasks. I think the therapy has made you worse, and I think you should do cbd instead of getting antidepressants. We don’t actually want to kick you out, instead we want you to come home and let us micromanage your entire life and control you like a silly little puppet and put you in what definitely sounds like an abusive and controlling relationship because we don’t have any faith in your ability to move out on your own and we’re afraid of it becoming “worse” for you. Because obviously moving out into your own place and struggling financially is so terrifying when you compare it to *checks notes* living with your verbally, emotionally, and physically abusive father whom I have stockholm syndrome for and am convinced he deserves love even though he’s literally the most evil being on the planet. Please, sweetie, don’t make the mistake of trying to escape our toxic relationship, make the bigger mistake of coming back home and letting us ruin you even further and destroy any chances of you ever being able to escape us.

[karpie-diem]

Hm

[offbrandkyoya]

69 crashing down

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tw physical/verbal abuse, panic attack, dissociation

Scaramouche stretches while looking at himself in the mirror. He felt the urge to vomit all over again. He blushed when he remembers the fact he threw up as you were on the phone.

“How embarrassing…” He mumbled. Scaramouche is so tired. They are finally in their first destination for the first day of tour but they still need to practice beforehand. He doesn’t want to do the concert but it’s his own fault for joining. Scaramouche rummages through his closet to find a suitable outfit for himself. Anything black is his style. Scaramouche takes out the outfit to wear for the first day and places it on his bed. He quickly goes to take shower to wash out the alcohol that’s still in his system.

The cold water hits his head and he begins to shampoo himself. Very quiet but relaxing. Scaramouche’s mind wanders to you. He wants the days to go by quick so he can see you again. A small smile makes his way to his lips. He kind of wished he was sober when talking to you but it is what it is.

Scaramouche takes the time to remember last night. He recalls the details you’ve told him and he feels more awkward. Scaramouche closes his eyes tight to try and remember more. Suddenly, he opens his eyes. A memory appeared before he threw up. “I love you.” Those words replayed in his head. ‘I…I told Yn I loved them.’

Scaramouche stands there in shock. How come yn didn’t tell him anything about it? Were they embarrassed? Scaramouche bit his lip. Did he mess up again? Was yn not ready? But he thought they were doing well. Maybe he was rushing it? Scaramouche sighs as he turns off the water and gets out the tub.

A knock on his door, “Scaramouche, hurry so we can go practice.” Venti says and Scaramouche responds with an ok.

Scaramouche dries himself, puts on his clothes, and checks himself out in the mirror so that he looks appropriate. Scaramouche leaves his room and heads to the practice room. The boys are all in a tour bus and yet, they’re forced to walk to the practice room. How pitiful. DCKZ are located far away so that they don’t “cheat.” Scaramouche yawns as he entered the room and it was rather tense. He can tell that there was something going on between Heizou and Kazuha. He didn’t say anything about it though.

Venti notices as well but he doesn’t have time for relationship problems. “Okay, so,” Venti gathers the boys attention and puts on their playlist from his phone. “We’ll start off with our latest song and make our way to the oldest.” They nod and begin the dance rehearsal. It’s early but there isn’t much they can do about it. Venti instructs them to keep them in check.

Listening to him, Scaramouche remembers what the manager said about how Venti isn’t a fit leader. Scaramouche calls bullshit. They continue to practice and Kazuha and Heizou are now focused. ‘What a relief.’ The rest thinks.

Suddenly, their manager walks in. She doesn’t say anything but watch them. They all seem on edge by this but Venti is unfazed. He continues to guide them with the manager watching. She claps her hands, “Stop.” They do and face her. “What’s wrong?” Venti asks. “What’s wrong?” She scoffs. “You’re sloppy. That’s what’s wrong.” She scowls but Venti doesn’t react. “Seriously, what is this?” She grabs his phone and scrolls through the songs. “Ma’am-“ “You really think you’re going to wow the audience in this order?! Like, seriously, no one cares about the old stuff!”

Venti frowns, “Of course they do! Our fans love it!” “Back then. This is the FUTURE! Not the past.” She throws his phone at him and he, thankfully, catches it. “Venti, you’re horrible at this! You can’t do anything right! How are the leader when you don’t know what’s good and what’s not?!” Venti looks at his phone to clean the screen. However, the manager did not like that. She sprints towards him and grabs onto his phone. “Hey-!” “Listen to me when I’m talking!” “I am!” She tries to take his phone off his hands but Venti is stronger than he looks.

The boys make there way towards them to stop. Kazuha and Aether grabs onto the manager with the three others help Venti. “Please let go!” Kazuha says. “Venti didn’t mean any harm!” “Let go of me! How dare you treat me like this!” She lets go but now she’s aiming at Kazuha. She grabs his arms and shakes him. “You think just because I’m mad at Venti doesn’t mean you’re safe!” Kazuha squirms and Heizou rushes to them. “What the fuck?! Let him go!” He grabs onto her coat and pulls on it. Scaramouche doesn’t know what to do. He starts to hyperventilate and covers his ears. Venti goes to his aid to help him calm down.

Aether pulls on her arm. “Please let him go! We’re sorry! We’ll do it your way!” The manager lets go of Kazuha and slaps Aether across his face. “Enough! You’re all such children!” She shouts and Aether grabs his cheek while Kazuha holds him. Something snapped in Xiao. In a blink of an eye, he pushes the manager and starts yelling at her. “YOU BITCH! AFTER EVERYTHING WE’VE DONE FOR YOU!”

“Xiao stop!” Venti yells but Xiao didn’t listen. The manager growls and grabs Xiaos shirt. “YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!” Everything was blurry for Scaramouche. The shouting was overwhelming for him. Everyone else wished they couldn’t see it but it happened anyway.

Xiao was fighting with the manager, pulling her hair while she hit his face. Venti kept telling him to stop but he just wouldn’t. Aether finally composed himself and shouted, “Xiao, stop!” Xiao froze and looks straight at Aether, who was pleading with tearful eyes. Xiao opens his mouth but couldn’t speak as he was thrown to the ground, followed by a crack.

Everyone froze and it was quiet. Nobody moved. Nobody moved until Xiao started to scream. They all huddled around him minus their manager and Scaramouche. There eyes widen in shock and gasped. Xiao has broken his leg.

Xiao continues to scream and cry. Aether quickly kneels next to him as he begins to cry too. “Its going to be okay, Xiao!” He grabs his hands as Xiao continues to scream in agony. Venti shakes as he tries to calm him down. He turns to his manage, “Call an ambulance!” She snaps out of it then analyzed the situation. “Right.” She pulls out her phone as she dials the number. “Hello, one of my clients broke his leg.” Scaramouche crouches down in a corner as he continues to cover his ears. He hates loud noises.

Kazuha notices him and he walks up to him, kneeling down. “Scaramouche, everything’s going to be okay.” His voice cracked but he had to stay strong. Scaramouche looks at him without a word. He didn’t know what he was saying but he understood that Kazuha was trying to comfort him. “I…” His voice his quiet and hoarse. “I want my mom…” Kazuha didn’t answer but pulled him into a hug. Scaramouche squeezes his eyes shut. “I want my mom.”

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[singledadjack]

Saffron

Warnings: anxiety and other mental health issues, physical health issues, verbal abuse, financial problems, Daddy issues, slow burn.

Please let me know if I’ve missed any warnings and I’ll put them in for the next part and edit it onto this one, thank you🧡🧡

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“Saf, no. Put it down Saffy,” Y/n ordered.

Saffron, Y/n’s emotional support dog, was a puppy and hadn’t finished training yet. So while they were in the store he’d picked up a chocolate bar that was on the ground and refused to put it back down. Not only was it gross because Y/n wouldn’t be buying the bar, but if Saffron bit through the wrapping and got to the chocolate he would get sick. So she had begun to to freak out even more than she already was.

“Saffron! Put it down now,” she pleaded.

She tried to grab it out of his mouth but that just prompted him to bite it harder.

“Please my love, put it down. Gonna make you sick.”

Saffron dropped the bar on the ground at the sound of Y/n’s shaky voice.

“Excuse me ma’am? Dogs aren’t allowed in the store, you’ll have to tie it outside or leave it in the car.”

“He’s a service dog,” Y/n began to explain. His ‘In Training’ vest broke and Saffron could no longer wear it, otherwise he would be wearing it.

“Doesn’t look like one, don’t think a service dog would pick up candy from the floor and refuse to drop it. You’ll need to take him outside.”

“But-“

“I can’t make any exceptions ma’am. If you won’t take him outside I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the worker retorted.

Y/n put down the bag of salt and vinegar lays chips with a sniffle and began to walk towards the entrance. Saffron trotted next to her happily, excited to get back into the cooler air. Her eyes were filled with tears, her hands shaking. She just wanted to go home, why’d she even go in the first place, she should just stick to instacart, who was she to argue with that worker anyways. Learn to shut your mouth Y/n. She thought.

I know it’s hard lovie, why don’t we start with something simple. Like getting some chips from the store and taking Saffron with you. Pick out what you want to get before you go in, so you can be in and out while still getting those interactions. Y/n’s therapist had suggested.

While walking out of the aisle, Y/n knocked over a jar of pasta sauce and it shattered and gone everywhere. Jack was further down the aisle when he witnessed this, his heart broke when her face turn red and tears began to flow down her cheeks. She fell to her knees and sat onto the sauce covered floor. Saffron paused his snack break to go cuddle with his crying owner. He began licking the tears off her jaw, trying his best to distract her.

“Hey,” Jack begun. But he only stepped away from her when her cries increased. He knelt to her level, a good 2 feet away from her at least.

“It’s ok, let’s get you away from the glass. It happens, that’s why they pay people to clean up these things right?” He said softly.

Y/n let Saffron sniff his hands before she took it. He helped her stand and took her purse from her shaking hands.

“No!” She cried, snatching the purse from him.

“Ok ok, I’m sorry, should have asked huh? Wasn’t very nice of me.”

“Did you get what you needed?” Jack asked.

“N-no,” she whimpered.

“Ok what did ya’ need?”

“Nothin’, it’s fine.”

“Ok, can I walk you to your car?” He offered.

“No. I- I walked here. I’m such an idiot I knew this would happen, I should have driven here. Ugh I need to think sometimes. I shouldn’t have been lazy and used this to walk Saffron!” She only got even more worked up.

“Hey, it’s aight I’ll drive you home, if you’d like.”

Saffron barked excitedly, like he could understand the man’s kind gesture.

“Are you sure? Don’t you need to shop though?”

“I only came for beer, which isn’t even for me so I’ll do that another time. Let’s go,” he offered his hand once again.

On their way out he alerted one of the workers about the broken bottle and apologized for it, although it wasn’t his fault.

It turns out Y/n lived in an apartment building just down the street from Jack’s house. So it was absolutely no trouble for him at all. After exchanging names, Y/n had begun telling him the reason she was so emotional in the first place.

“My therapist told me I needed to start going to the store instead of grocery shopping online, and I should start by choosing one thing I want to get before I go in so I can just be in and out. But then Saffron, my dog, found a Hershey’s Oreo bar on the ground and picked it up. He’s still in training so he’s not quite listening all the time, but that’s ok because he knows what to do when I get scared. B-but then a worker told me that I n-nee- needed to take him outside or leave him in the car, and when I told him that Saf is an emotional support dog he said he didn’t care cause he wasn’t acting like one. So he told me to leave. But Saffron’s really sweet, and he’s trying his best it’s not his f-fault. And I was being lazy and didn’t want to take him for a walk later so I decided to just walk to the store. So then I got upset and then I accidentally knocked that jar off the shelf. That was my last straw. Shouldn’t have listened to my therapist, I knew this would happen,” she ranted.

“I’m sorry, sounds awful. But we all have those days, it’s not ok that the guy made you leave, especially just because your service dog picked up chocolate.”

“This is my building, thank you Jack,” she smiled shyly. God she was pretty as fuck.

“Of course, feel better Y/n,” he grinned back.

***

When Jack got home he spotted the pale blue purse with a gold keychain laying on the ground in front of the passenger seat. It was leather and closed with a magnet. He panicked when he noticed the set of house keys attached to it. Just as he started the engine he got a text from Urban.

They’re closing the roads because of black ice let’s just have leftovers tonight

Fuck.

***

Y/n made it up to her apartment before she realized she didn’t have her keys, or her purse. This is what she was talking about, she has a brain. Why doesn’t she use it?

Instead of being rational and asking the handyman to let her in, she sat against the locked door and cried.

Once she calmed down she gave Saffron one last kiss and pat before she stood up.

“Let’s go ask Officer Al to let us in bub.”

“Y/n!”

“Hi dad,” Y/n sheepishly answered.

“I’m flying you out to Aspen on Tuesday. We’re going skiing,” he stated.

“I’ll have to see if I can take off work. Let me just talk to my boss,” she explained.

“It’s fine, it’s a family trip you’re taking off work,” he dismissed.

“Dad, I cant afford to just take off work like that.”

“You can, it’s not like you’re paying your rent.”

That was a punch to the gut. She’d reached out to him for help with rent, his deal was that he would send rent money if she agreed to start visiting him again. And she was desperate for the money.

“See you Tuesday!”

The line went dead.

“Ever gone skiing smush?” Y/n cooed to the puppy sitting next to her.

He barked happily at her, he looked as if her was smiling almost.

“Officer Al!”

“Forgot your keys sweetie?”

“Yes, I’m so sorry. I’ll try not to let it happen again,” she pouted.

Just then a familiar head of curly brown hair walked through the entrance.

Saffron is one of the rarest spices in the world. Coming from the Crocus Sativus flower, it’s incredibly difficult to harvest and collect. Taking around 50,000 flowers to acquire just one pound, it’s sold from anywhere between $500 and $10,000 per pound.

[summersnow82]

A "You" Problem

Fanfiction _ The Quarry

Fictober 2022/ Prompt #9: “Sounds like a you problem.”

TW: Major character deaths, murder, Dark Travis.

Summary: Laura was never one to pull her punches – verbal or physical – but she never thought she would push Travis this far.

Author's Note: This is not how I see Travis (see my "Somethin' Bad" fic and you'll know), but some of y'all have put out amazing Dark Travis fic, and I've been dying to dabble. Enjoy!

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Laura Kearney wasn’t one to pull her punches – verbal or physical. So when Travis Hackett led the way to his parent’s bedroom to find her some clothes he expected the venom she shot at him.

“Amazing. Just amazing. No wonder it’s taken six years. What the hell are you doing each month? I bet you don’t even use those cages downstairs. They’re just for show. I mean, I knew you were dumb, Travis, but - ,” she almost ran into the Sheriff as he whirled on his heel to stare into her piercing blue eyes.

“You have a very limited scope on this situation, ma’am, so don’t go spouting your wisdom to me when you couldn’t even follow the one good bit I threw your way.”

Laura was suddenly very aware of her nakedness, but she lifted her chin defiantly. “You were being bossy.”

“And you know nothing about that, right?” Travis quipped, cocking his head to the side. “Maybe if you’d pushed your ego to the side just once - ,” he lifted his finger, glaring at her, and she shoved it to the side.

“You know what your problem is, Hackett?”

“You.” He stared at her without blinking.

She rolled her eyes. “Please. You’ve loved every second since Max and I arrived. Gave you some lame sense of importance by bossing us around, and keeping us in those damned cells.”

Travis glared at her, leaning forward. “Most of my family is dead tonight because I saved you instead of letting Chris kill you both that night. And you know what? I’m beginning to wish I’d let him.”

“Oh yeah?” Laura asked, cocking her hip to the side, arms crossed defiantly across her chest. “Well, that sounds like a you problem.”

Travis’ eyes flashed, darker than she’d ever seen them. It was her only warning, and he was on her lightning quick. She was clearly stunned at how quickly he’d moved, shoving her against the wall with a hand around her throat. Laura didn’t think he meant to hurt her, only scare her.

But then his grip tightened, and he bared his teeth at her like a wild animal.

“Hey! Hey, let her go!” Ryan shouted. He’d been silent until now to give them a chance to work through whatever they obviously needed to work through, but this was too much. He reared back like he was going to charge Travis, but he wasn’t fast enough.

The gun was in Travis’ hand so fast Laura couldn’t help thinking a man his age shouldn’t be that fast. Shouldn’t be this strong, but here she was, standing on her tiptoes, gasping for breath, and clawing at his arm like a wild cat. One second Ryan was there, and the next his body was on the ground.

If Laura could’ve screamed she would have. Or cried. Or thrown up. Another wall covered in blood, another room marked by death.

Travis turned his dark eyes back to Laura, face bloodier than before, and she knew. He’d held on too tightly to the rope. All those bodies, all the dead weight, how could he not fall in the well? And maybe, just maybe…

He’d asked her for help. Shared information with her. Saved her life. He’d tried to do the right thing even if it was in the worst possible way imaginable.

And what had she done?

Provoked him. Antagonized him. Tricked him. Lied to him. Killed his family. Abused every tiny bit of good that remained in his blood soaked soul.

And for what? Did she really deserve to die because of it?

Travis seemed to think so. The gun was still in his hand, but the other continued to tighten like a noose around her throat. She was screaming his name in her mind, begging and pleading for another chance, for mercy he’d already shown a dozen times over.

And in the back of her mind, in a low snarl that resembled more wolf than man, she heard him say, “That sounds like a you problem, ma’am.”

[theepisceswriter]

Okay but Toji with a sugar mommy who he dresses up so nice for in the expensive suits she buys him and acts like a true gentleman whenever he’s around her because he needs the money badly, but also enjoys the shift in a power dynamic for once especially when it’s an older woman who has the power over him.

Toji with a sugar mommy who speaks so soft, with so much politeness in his voice, and uses formal terms like “Yes ma’am” because he enjoys giving up his dominance and gruffness when he’s around her and likes being put into a submissive role for once to let all the mental baggage off his shoulders.

Toji with a sugar mommy who gets overly attached to you despite this “relationship” you two have going on being more of a contract and gets jealous when he sees you flirting or being overly nice to someone who isn’t him. Waits til the two of you are home alone together to cry about it in your arms because he knows you’ll comfort him verbally like he wants and if you don’t, your tits pressed up against his face will.

Toji with a sugar mommy who doesn’t mind tapping into his feminine side and feels comfortable enough in the confinement of their bedroom to dress his body up in cute lace garments that accentuate his large pecks greatly because he knows how much you love them. He’s so shy when he’s standing in front of you in the bedroom and modeling the lingerie for you; his cheeks flushed with something like excitement and cock straining against the lace underwear that barely even covers his erection and already has a damp spot on it from the precum leaking from his swollen tip.

Toji with a sugar mommy who’s so eager to please you and have praises fall from your lips so he’ll come over to you while you’re sitting at your desk working, pull your panties to the side, and abuses your poor clit with his tongue until the lower half of his face is covered in juices and you have to physically push his head away to get him to stop because it feels too good. Even then he looks up at you from between your damp thighs with puppy eyes while he says, “But mommy you taste so good. I want some more of you so bad.”

Toji with a sugar mommy who purposefully puts a cockring on while while he’s fucking you so you can get the max pleasure out of your sessions and only let him take it off and cum once you’re done using and degrading him for the day. Whimpering a string of broken “Thank you so much”s at the peak of his orgasm when you finally allow him to cum.

[tooweirdforyou]

I-I very much enjoyed your fic with the S/O having a mean & horrible ex. I-I was wondering if you could do one with Law, Shanks and Crocodile?? (It’s cause I too had a very horrible ex and it was very comforting to read your lovely fics) thank you so much and I hope you stay safe and have a lovely day 🥺💖💖💖💖💖

Law, Shanks + Crocodile And A S/O With A Mean Ex

A/N : I’m sorry this took a while, I really hope you all are okay, with having to experience and deal with exes like that :/

note : mentions of abuse / harsh words / names

no mention of specificity so I varied scenes.

Summary : these boys reacting to your mean ex coming by and talking to you.

Zoro, Mihawk, Ace » Here!

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Law

Law is harsh. He is sadistic. He is angry. But yet, he remains calm. Though, he is quite the provoking type. He’s almost a Yandere.

It starts off on just coming onto an island in hopes to pick up some supplies. As much as the others focus, Penguin and Shachi are easy to get distracted and immediately made friends with a particular someone, while you were out with Law.

Once the crew regrouped at the coast, you and Law find Shachi and Penguin laughing with an unfamiliar person and your eyes widen at the sight.

“[ Ex Name ]?”

Almost immediately, laughter ceased and your ex turn to you with wide eyes before a sneer was seen, shocking everyone else once again.

“[Name]? What the hell are you doing here?” Your ex scoffs as they roll their eyes. “Everywhere I go, it seems it always links back to you, I swear.”

Your brows furrowed as you unintentionally took a step back, Law quickly noticing the said action as he narrows his eyes at the person.

“Who are you? What business do you have with [Name]-ya?”

“What business? Who the fuck are you?” Your ex then snaps in realization. “Ah, you must be the surgeon of death, captain of the Heart Pirates.” They began to cackle.

“Doctor? You went for a doctor after me?” They continue to laugh, you just gulping as they continue to take step by step closer to you.

Unknown to the group, Law was creating a giant room and his sword was ready to slice your ex apart.

“It makes sense you’d go for a doctor. Maybe he could find what the hell is wrong with your brain for even thinking about leaving me, you little—!”

Shutting your eyes and bracing for another physical attack from your ex, you widen them when you hear Law’s voice.

“That’s enough.”

SLASH!

“You really have the nerve to come to my crew, to walk towards my significant other, and dare attempt to hit them?”

Swinging his sword to rest on his shoulder, his eyes darken dangerously and a cocky smirk was found on his lips, nearly sending chills down everyone’s spine as they stare at your ex that was cut into two.

“What were you saying about them dating a doctor? Oh, that’s right. ‘To fix something in their brain’ was it? It was actually to allow me to heal any disgusting injuries that you both mentally and physically caused [Name]-ya.” Law corrects, pulling down his sword to cut a few more pieces from your ex.

Speaking of which, your ex didn’t say a word, mostly internally panicking at the sight of his limbs apart from each other, since he was witnessing first hand, the Surgeon of Death’s skills.

“Where is that arrogant attitude just now? What happened?” Law hums, tilting his head to the side before he continued to cut them piece by piece.

“Law.. let’s go..”

Law stands up hearing you and with a piercing glare, he sheathes his sword and stepped onto one of your ex’s hands, eliciting a whimper from them.

“Next time, I’ll break off your arms to make sure you can never even attempt to hurt [Name]-ya.”

With that, he began heading back to the submarine, guiding you along with him as the crew silently followed, the room disappearing and left your ex alone, all cut up.

And though you were in public, in front of the crew, Law willingly brought you closer to him. His movement gentle with you. Only for you, was he soft.

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Shanks

Though Shanks’ looks are quite calm about all of this, his eyes say otherwise.

It would be when you are sailing around the New World, heading out to the Grand Line to meet with Mihawk with Shanks.

However, along the way, it seems something had occurred. A lone sailer, drifting across the water on a small boat passed out.

The kind gentleman he was, Shanks told the crew to pull him up and treat them. You almost didn’t recognize who it was, until they actually confronted you, and it seems someone still held anger within themselves.

“[Name]?”

You’d be shocked for sure, unable to say a word, just speechless that the person Shanks saved, turned out to be your ex that you left after they verbally abused you.

“Why the hell are you on Red Haired’s ship?... you don’t belong here..not on the famous, notorious one armed Emperor.” They were clutching their arm and had bandages all around them.

“I..” Before you could say anything, your ex continued to talk, unknown to the red-haired pirate Captain coming out himself.

“Even when we were dating, you always stood out. Not in the good way. You kept making trouble for me and everyone else, and just never belonged anywhere with anyone. I’m almost embarrassed I dated you.”

You simply look away, ignoring whatever he had to say, missing Shanks silent steps forward.

“You’re just an accident waiting to happen. Oh wait.. it already did.”

Before your ex could continue further, Shanks was already looming over them on the ground, the sharpest glare his eyes could muster. He didn’t even have to use haki to instantly intimidate your ex. You could tell from the fearful and shocked look across their face.

“My apologies, sir/Ma’am. I don’t think I heard you right. Could you repeat that for me?” His one arm would be gripping the hilt of his sword casually.

His face plastered the forceful and harshest grin you’ve ever seen.

“I know you couldn’t have insulted my beloved so casually like that, so I must kindly ask you to repeat your words once more. My dear [Name] is an angel and if you really have the guts to say further unnecessary things to my lover.. well.”

He began to unsheathe his sword and a smirk came over his lips.

“I can make you a nonfamous, one-armed asshole.”

Fully unsheathed, Shanks casually held out his sword, now crouching down to their level. “Would you like that?”

Hyperventilating at the thought of being cut by one of the Emperors, your ex simply screamed and ran over to the railing of the ship, before jumping off for his life.

You were just shocked, not quite sure of what to say or think but Shanks quickly snapped you out of it, his sword now sheathed and hand gently caressing yours.

“Hey, Angel. Let’s continue sailing and once we greet Mihawk, let’s have a party and relax. Okay?”

-

Crocodile

Crocodile is condescending.

He’d just sneer and scoff at your ex.

It’d be when you two are away for a bit, along with Mr. 1, Daz Bones. After Crocodile’s title as Warlord has been revoked.

You two were just together, Crocodile walking with you around the area and occasionally looking at a couple things through the display window, and if you looked at something a little too long, he’d immediately buy it for you, plus more, despite your attempts to stop him.

Now, this time, Crocodile and Daz had to discuss a certain topic that he didn’t want you to overhear, so he gave you some money and told you to wander around and buy yourself some things.

Not wanting to disrupt their important meeting, you agreed, and so you were simply just walking around the town on your own.

Unfortunately, had to bump into someone along the way. Literally.

About to fall on your ass, a hand caught yours immediately. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you! Are you okay?-“

Almost immediately, once the person recognized your face, they let go and caused you to fall anyways.

“[Name]?!” Clear confusion ran across their face as they immediately jumped back at the shock. “Why are you here?”

You barely heard them, feeling pain on your tailbone from the rough fall as you slowly stood up. “I’m here.. for none of your business..”

Coughing slightly, your ex scrunches up their face before rolling their eyes. “I can’t believe I almost saved you. Get out of my sight, [Name]. This town isn’t big enough for the both of us.”

“Why don’t you leave instead?”

Crocodile, making his way over with Daz behind him, stares down at your ex like he was inferior. Nothing more than a pest.

His cigar between his teeth and his giant coat hanging around his shoulders, which he took off and carefully placed around you once he was beside you.

“Tch. An ex-warlord? Pathetic. I can’t believe you’re actually going out with a man like him.” Your ex comments rudely, making Crocodile smirk a bit in amusement, walking towards your ex and gripping his throat with his large hand.

“A man like me, you say? Someone who is strong enough to even become a warlord. Someone with money and power that can easily take you down within seconds?”

Slowly, your ex began to lose all liquid in their body and was becoming wrinkly, due to Crocodile’s sand.

His smirk then drops to one unimpressed as he squeezed harder, until there was nothing left.

“You are undeserving to even be in my nor [Name]’s presence. Get lost, you pathetic waste of space.”

With that, Crocodile dropped your ex’s lifeless corpse and turned to you, with a soft expression. “Let’s go, darling. We’ll find you some new clothing.”

Hand pressed against the dip of your back, he gently guided you away from the scene and let Daz take care of your ex’s body.

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Sorry for the delay, anon. I sincerely hope this was okay!

[mybillyhardgrove]

He loves you, he loves you lots b.h.

A/n: if you haven’t read Mango Kisses, check it out :) this piece may be my favorite thing ive written so far and im excited for you to read it!

Disclaimer: i don’t own any Stranger Things material

Word count: 2467

Warnings: some cheeky remarks from billy and a couple curses

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader (female)

Summary: after being with Billy for a few months, it has become clear how he shows his love for you

Physical Touch

The touches had been deliberate at the start, meant to convey the interest you two had in each other. Flirty touches of his shoulder or arm as he talked to you in the school hallways or at random parties on the weekends. Gentle touches of your lower back as he walked past you, his chest rubbing a bit on your shoulder blades, though there was room enough for him not to need to be so close.

As your relationship developed, the touches became more frequent and less subtle. His arm draped around your shoulder or his hand in your back pocket, your legs crossed on his lap or your fingers intertwined with his. No matter what, it seemed that you were connected in some way almost all the time.

Finally, when you accepted Billy’s invitation to a date and you were officially his girl, the touching didn’t stop. Not that you minded. You found it so endearing that Billy seemed to reach for you, sitting with his knee touching yours, his hand on your back, his shoulder rubbing against yours, his hand on your thigh while he drove. It also seemed he didn’t realize he was doing it most of the time. It was an unconscious pull he had to you whenever you were near. One of your favorites was when you and Billy laid together and he played with the ends of your hair, rubbing his fingers together and smoothing the bumps away. It tended to relax you so much that you had to fight to keep your eyes open, lulled by his steady heartbeat and the warmth of his body wrapped up in yours. “That feels nice, Billy.” You felt his chest vibrate as he laughed, pulling you closer and lightly scratching your scalp as you let sleep fall over you.

It meant even more to you that Billy was so comfortable being physically affectionate with you after you learned about his childhood and the physical and verbal abuse of his father. This point was driven home when you were sitting at a diner one evening, Billy’s sneakered feet rubbing yours as you sipped your milkshake. You grabbed his hand resting on the table, softly rubbing your thumb over his knuckles and giving him a soft smile. He squeezed your hand in response, wiping his mouth and making sure he had your attention.

“I’m glad you’re my girl.” Your smile immediately widened, teeth popping out.

“I am, too, Billy.” After a beat, “What made you say that?” He grabbed your other hand across the table.

“I’m just happy to have you. It feels nice that I can reach out and I know you’ll be there. Your hugs, the way you touch me, I’ve never felt that before. Usually it’s rough and my dad or a girl wants something from me. I like that you touch me and let me touch you so much because you’re happy.” You could see he was losing his nerve, pulling his hands away and preparing to put on the devil-may-care attitude that was common when with friends.

“I love you, Billy. And I love that you feel comfortable enough to share that with me. I hope I can always make you feel that way.” He looked up, smiling a little, the tension leaving his shoulders. You didn’t want to make him feel awkward by focusing on the confession too long, so you continued. “Now eat those fries before I steal some.” He chuckled and grabbed your hand again, reaching across with a fry for you.

Once he had dropped it in your mouth, he cleared his throat. “I love you, too.” You smiled widely again, squeezing his hand a little tighter.

Words of Affirmation

You were rushing to get ready, imagining the look on Billy’s face as he sat on the couch all ready to head to the party. Your hands were shaking a bit as you dusted the rose blush on your cheekbones and nose. As Billy’s girl, you could expect as always to be the center of attention for most of the night as girls looked at you in jealousy and boys looked at you while they talked with Billy. It wasn’t that you wished you weren’t with Billy, it just got tiring to have all eyes on you both.

“Are you almost ready to head ou-” as you turned towards the sound of Billy’s voice, you watched him lower the sunglasses from his eyes, dragging his baby blues down your body and back up. You could feel your cheeks get hot as he let out a low whistle. “God damn, baby, you look like that and we may never make it to that party.” He came closer and wrapped his arm around your side, his hand fanning across your lower back and with a small pull, your body was flush to his. He leaned down to press his lips to your jaw, murmuring compliments as he spread the kisses down your neck and behind your ear. “You’re so beautiful.” Kiss. “I can’t believe you’re mine.” Kiss. “So smart and kind.” Kiss. “I am the luckiest man in Hawkins.” Kiss. “I love you so much.” After this last profession, Billy pressed a soft and meaningful kiss to your lips, lingering there as his hands came to rest on your hips, giving them a squeeze.

You tilted your head to the side into the kiss, slipping your fingers in his hair and scratching a bit at his scalp before pulling away and grabbing your purse. “I’m ready to go. Let’s get this over with.” You grabbed his hand and led him out of your room.

He followed with a lovesick look on his face. “Yes, ma’am.”

Gifts

“Bill, shift your legs a little, mine are falling asleep.” You and your boyfriend were currently watching Red Dawn, your head resting on one side of the couch as Billy’s was resting on the other, legs intertwined and a thin blanket over the both of you. Sadly for you, it wasn’t quite enough to keep goosebumps from rising on your skin. Although the day had been fairly warm and you felt good in a sundress as Billy showered you in compliments all day, you were now verging on cold. Alone in the Hargrove’s house for the evening, the cool air coming in the open window was making you shiver.

Finally too distracted by the chill, you rose from the couch and shut the window, returning to curl up against Billy. You lifted the blanket, wiggled between his legs, and rested your back against his chest with the blanket up to your chin. He shifted a little and wrapped his arms around you, putting your hands in his. “Jeez, babe, your hands are freezing.” He pulled them up to his mouth, blowing warm air into your curled fingers, rubbing his palms together in an effort to bring them back to normal. You moved your feet a bit and accidentally pressed your cold toes to his bare leg. “Your feet are like ice cubes! Why didn’t you tell me you were so cold? Scoot forward, I’ll be right back.” You did as you were told and he swung his leg over your head, retreating to his room for a minute before coming back, a mess of fabric in his hands. “Here, put these on.”

You took the lump to the bathroom and laid it out, finally determining what he had given you. A cozy pair of his sweatpants, a long-sleeved henley shirt, and a pair of thick socks. Humming, you slipped your clothes off and changed into his, surrounded by the smell of cologne and a hint of smoke. You grabbed your things, dumped them next to your purse in the living room, and crawled back under the blanket with Billy.

“Feeling better?” He rubbed his hands down your arms.

“Much. Thank you.” You turned your head, pressing a kiss to his lips before settling to watch the rest of the movie.

A while later when the movie was finished and it was time for Billy to drive you home, you explained you would return his clothes the following day. “Keep them. They look better on you anyway. My gift to you, so you don’t freeze your ass off anymore.” You giggled and grabbed your things, admiring how loving Billy was to you.

Acts of Service

It was a bit of a tradition that had developed where Billy would climb up the trellis to the roof outside your bedroom window, tapping lightly so you would let him in. You loved when he did this and never asked why. He loved that about you - you didn’t need a reason or an explanation, you were there with a smile and a kiss, ready to snuggle and whisper until the morning.

This particular night was a bit different than usual. When he began the climb to your room, he could see the window was already open, likely because it was a cool night and the breeze felt nice on your skin. Smiling as he thought about seeing you, he peeked in the window and saw something that warmed his heart. The light next to your bed was on and illuminated the pile of books and clothes around your room as you slept in the middle of your bed, a notebook still open on your lap.

Billy let out a breathy chuckle as he quietly climbed in, careful not to wake you. He shrugged off his jacket and slipped off his shoes, placing them by the window. Who knew a girl who so lovingly helped Billy clean his room when Neil rode his ass about it would be able to make such a mess herself. He knew from your recent conversations that school was kicking your ass at the moment and it seemed cleaning was taking a backseat for the time being. He looked at the soft rise and fall of your chest, your tangled hair, and the pout of your mouth for a minute before getting to work. He gathered empty water bottles and crumpled up pieces of paper, throwing them in the small garbage can under your nightstand. He collected the school books that lay in a halo around you, gently lifting your hand to grab the notebook and pen you had been writing with before nodding off. Placing those on the top of your dresser in a neat pile, he went into the hall to grab a laundry basket.

After Billy had picked up the discarded clothes on your bed and floor, as well as those in your hamper, he tiptoed to the basement to throw the load in for you. Carefully avoiding the creaky spots on the staircase, he returned to your room, pleased with himself that it once again resembled the way you liked it. He pulled the socks from your feet, knowing you hated sleeping in them. As he did so, it dawned on him that they were his socks. In fact, you were also wearing the pair of sweatpants and the henley shirt he had given you the night you were cold while you watched a movie together. That memory brought a smile to his lips. Finally, he grabbed the rolled edges of your sheets and comforter from the foot of the bed, lifting them over your legs and up to your chest. This caused you to shift, taking a deep breath before rolling over, giving him enough room to slide in next to you. He did just that, humming a bit as he wrapped you in his arms, drifting quickly to sleep to the sound of your soft breaths and the warmth of your bed.

Quality Time

“Really, Billy, I don’t mind. I’ll just stay home and see you later.” You were currently on the phone with your boyfriend, trying to convince him to go to the party alone that you were going to go to together. It had been your plan all week to go to this party together and you even had an outfit laid out for the occasion. Unfortunately, you had woken up with a sore throat and a completely stuffed nose. After a few hours of blowing your nose, taking Vitamin C, and praying this would go away, you were resigned to call Billy and tell him he’d have to go without you.

“I am not going unless you’re there and I can tell from your voice that you’re really sick. Lay down and get cozy, I’ll be over in a little.” You sighed, disappointed that you were altering the plans for the evening.

“I’ll be fine. I feel bad that-” Before finishing that you felt bad for throwing a wrench in the evening, you were interrupted.

“I am not going to that stupid party, baby. I couldn’t care less. Trust me. Now get under the covers. I’m coming over. Is the door unlocked?” You answered in the affirmative and with one more order to get under covers, he hung up. You shuffled your feet across the carpet, burrowing under the large throw blanket, tissue box close by.

For a while, there was silence (apart from the sneezing and the pounding in your head from an annoying little headache that had formed since your call with Billy). You were somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, praying that this would end and missing the time you could breathe out of your nose. As you lay staring at the ceiling, you heard a familiar rumble in the distance get closer until it finally stopped in front of your house.

A few steps up to the front door and the creak as it opened and shut brought your boyfriend into view. “Shit, baby,” and with that, he kneeled next to the couch, running his fingers through your hair, wincing a bit as they ran over your forehead. He put his cheek there to confirm before saying, “I think you have a bit of a fever, too. You got it rough. But don’t worry, I brought all the things to make you feel better and I won’t leave your side until you’re good again.” He reached behind him, dragging a plastic bag full of medicine, chocolate, more tissues, and even a couple movies. You knew you were in for a troubling evening as you fought against the fever, headache, and sore throat. But with Billy by your side, it would all be okay.

By the next morning, after a night of movies, talking, snuggling, and even Billy spoon-feeding you soup, you felt almost your old self again. You were so grateful for your wonderful and caring boyfriend who showed his love all different ways. You made sure to tell him a million times, though he already knew.

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