#verbal violence

[melloween-candie]

Teen pregnancy [P.2]

A Carl Gallagher x Fem Reader fic

Summary

You only started dating Carl for about 2 months. That was right around the time when he and Dom broke up. Deep down, you knew you couldn't compete with her. He would always choose her before you. Yet you were only 16 years old when you discovered he got you pregnant. This news terrified you so much. You didn't want to lose him, and you knew he was already going through so much shit stuff with his family and his "business." Better yet, you were scared about how your family would react, let alone his. At least you have Debbie, your best friend, who's also pregnant with you.

Warning! Huge spoilers, Anxiety, Paranoia, Panic attack, Teen pregnancy, Threat, Cussing, Slight overprotectiveness, Fake friend, Slight mention of favoritism, mention of insecurities, Slight mention of verbal violence, Stealing, Slight stalking, Mention of murder, Traumatic scene

Note! If any of that makes you uncomfortable- DON'T READ THE STORY!

Word count: 1,025

[Angst/Fluff]

Part 1, PART 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (Completed)

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

Time skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

You pushed people out of the way, trying your hardest to get to the nearest girls' bathroom. After that fiasco, during lunch, you felt as if the whole world was looking at you in that hallway. 

You managed to get into the bathroom, all right. But you couldn't help that lingering feeling like everyone knew or that maybe you were showing…

Is that even possible? I only found out like a couple of hours ago…

You stood in front of the sink in an empty bathroom. You washed your face abruptly. When suddenly, Debbie ran into the bathroom.

"Y/n?! Is everything ok!?" Debbie asked breathlessly. "I-I saw you running out of the cafeteria... Did Carl do something?" Debbie got closer to you. "CAUSE I SWEAR-"

"He didn't do anything!" You said, interrupting her as you dried your face. "It's just-"

You didn't know what to say or how you should be feeling at that moment. Carl didn't do anything insanely wrong; I mean, you caught him off guard, so why were you crying so much about it? Was it his reaction? Maybe...

"Y/n, you know you can talk to me; what's wrong?" Debbie started rubbing circles on your back. 

"Is-Is it the baby?"

"Wha-WHAT?" You looked at Debbie surprised. "How did you-"

"Girl, come on. You're my best friend. I've known you for years. You thought I didn't notice? You've been acting differently since the moment you got to school. Not to mention Carl never shuts his mouth... at least when it comes to him taking your- virginity. Honestly, it's fuc*ing weird. I mean, he wrote the date on his Calander and-!"

Before Debbie could continue speaking, some random girl walked in. "Uhhh- Do you mind! Can't you see this bathroom's occupied?!" Debbie snapped. "GO!" The girl quickly left. Her reputation still precedes her.

"Anyways- I'm pregnant too. Remember that you're not alone, okay. Besides, it'll be fun! We can dress our babies up together, give them play dates, and they'll grow up like besties together! Just like us! Doesn't that sound exciting!"

You only gave Debbie a small smile as the bell ranged again, indicating that you were both late for class.

Time skip!~

***Debbie's Pov***

I swear to god I'm ending him- How dare he impregnate my bestie and proceed to make her cry!

Debbie was pi*sed at Carl. Even if she didn't show it, she was furious at him. She never fully trusted him with Y/n since he started dating her when he left Dom. She couldn't help but have this lingering suspicion that he was only using Y/n as a rebound and that he may still have feelings for Dom.

I mean, she knew that Y/n always had a crush on him. She heard the whole story of how she liked him, but Y/n's ex-friend liked him too. The moment Carl met Dom was the moment Debbie got pi*sed. She was mad at how Carl always ignored Y/n no matter how often Y/n tried to make it obvious. He would always go for Dom; if he was hanging out with them, he would always talk about how great Dom was.

This made Y/n very insecure. She knew Carl longer, but he never gave her a second glance, not even once. Debbie often wanted to say something to him, wanting to yell at him for being so oblivious, but Y/n would always stop her.

When Debbie reached her doorstep, she slammed the door open, yelling. "CARLLL! I SWEAR TO GOD! I'M GOING TO KILL-YOU! LITERALLY KILL-YOU!"

"Woah, woah, woah! No one is going to kill anyone." Fiona said. "What's going on, Debs?"

"Carl made Y/n cry."

"What! How?!" Fiona scrunched her eyebrows.

"Doesn't matter." Debbie climbed the stairs halfway. "Where is he?" Debbie looked down at Fiona.

"Uh, not here. He hasn't come back from school yet."

"Huh..."

_Flashback_

***Carl's Pov***

At the end of the school day, Carl told Nick to grab his bike as he went to take a pi*s. When Carl returned, he found Nick sitting on a bench with his elbows resting on his knees. Carl looked around, but he found no bike.

"Yo brother, where's yo bike at?"

"Gone," Nick said.

Carl took a pause and then sat next to his buddy with a frown face. "Man, don't sweat it. We'll just get ya a new one, a better one-"

"No." Nick looked him in the eyes. "I want my bike back."

Carl paused, then sighed. "Fine, but let's just focus on getting ourselves a ride for now."

It didn't take long for Carl to find a sweet ride and for Nick to break into it. Thanks to Bonnie, Carl knew how to hot wire most cars.

On the drive home, Nick spotted his bike. A kid took it. Immediately Nick turned the car around and started following the kid to his house. Carl told Nick to just drop it and that he'll get him a new one. Nick finally gave in and drove Carl home.

When they finally pulled up at Carl's place, Carl was too busy thinking about his girlfriend to realize that his friend had returned to the car. When he turned around, he already saw the car drive off. He knew where Nick was going. He knew this wouldn't end nicely, but even so, he still ran after him. 

Finally, he arrived at the scene. He heard a mother screaming inside the house while his friend Nick was sitting on some stairs with his hand supporting his head. He looked like he was contemplating his life. When Carl saw the bloody hammer, he instantly knew what Nick did... He ran up the stairs to see the damage but ended up puking because of it. Carl asked him why he would do this, but Nick just told him to go before the Cops got there. All Carl could do was run as he saw his friend get arrested yet again. 

From that point on, Carl decided to better himself.

_End of Flashback_

#shameless #carl gallagher x reader #teen pregnancy #pregnant reader #white boy carl #depression #violence #thief #stealing #drama #arrest #threat #overprotective #fake friend #favoritism #insecurities #verbal violence #slight stalking #traumatic scene #teenage romance #spoilers

[birthdaycakeplate]

Earth Bot culture is having semi violent arguments over which Scooby Doo movie is the best💕

Bulkhead: Ooh, ooh, ‘Scooby Doo Meets the Boo Brothers’!

Mixmaster: Booze Brothas, definitely!

Scrapper: Yeah! I second that!

Dirtboss: You’re tha third, ya dunce.

Bumblebee: That one’s a classic, but it’s not the best. The best is-

Blurr- ‘ScoobyDooAndTheCyberchase’!

Starscream: YES! Yes- Cyberchase, all the way! It’s honestly the only Scooby film I can stand-

Bumblebee: It’s good, but it’s not the best!

Blitzwing: I actually like ze more recent Lochness Monster one.

Ratchet: Eh, I guess I do, too.... But I think ‘Scooby Doo and the Ghoul School’ wins at best Scooby Doo film, Starscream.

Blackarachnia: Finally, we agree!

Starscream: Fine, I take it back. That’s the best one.

Soundwave: Ghoul School; Superior.

Bumblebee: Ok, yes, but-

Blitzwing: Ohh, Ja! How could I forget I like zat one, too!!

Bumblebee: It isn’t about every single one that you like! It’s about which one is the best! Holy spark-

Waspinator: Waspinator like ‘Scooby Doo and the Reluctant Werewolf’ best.

Blackarachnia: I think you’re unwell....

Slipstream: Yeah, yeah, whatever. That ones worthy, I suppose. But check this out- ‘Scooby Doo and the Legend of Vampire Rock’~

Ratbat: *Shrieks*

Grimlock: That Grimlock favorite! That one best!

Bumblebee: But-

Grimlock: No contest!

Thundercracker: Certainly. Unless it’s competing with ‘Scooby Doo and the Alien Invaders’, of course.

Skywarp: Oh my god, I’m in love with that movie~

Starscream: Over rated.

Thundercracker: It’s massively under rated!

Bulkhead: I liked the romance in that one.

Lockdown: I liked that it had a jackalope in it. Those are rare.

Prowl: Those are mythical....

.....

......

.........

Optimus: ....I, ah, like The Witches Ghost best....

*sudden collective screaming*

Soundwave: Obsession: Hex Girls.

Prowl: Excellent contribution. The animation quality, as well as the-

Blackarachnia: They stole my look, but I totally don’t mind~

Starscream: You wish you were as hot as Thorn, Rosie from Bug’s Life.

Blitzwing: I prefer Luna.

Sari: Ok, ok, wait! I actually can’t choose between The Witches Ghost or ‘Scooby Doo on Zombie Island’!

*More collective screaming*

Ratchet: Dammit... they’re both, too perfect. Velma really makes that movie.

Scrapper: I guess those two are in a tie for the best then-

Lugnut: No! I say The Witches Ghost is the best!

Grimlock: Grimlock disappointed in big plane with small brain.

Blurr: Why isn’t Cyberchase getting the appreciation it deserves? WHY?!

Waspinator: Waspinator changes mind to Cyberchase.

Blurr: Oh spark, ThankYouSoMuch-IWasBeginningToThinkYouAllHadSufferedProcessorDamageAtSomePoint-

Bumblebee: GUYS, ENOUGH, ALREADY! ENOUGH! ITS OBVIOUSLY THE SCOOBY DOO WRESTLEMANIA MYSTERY!

*Terrified screeching*

Sari: YOU ARE DEAD TO ME!

Starscream: NO, BUT HE’S ABOUT TO BE!

Blackarachnia: You could have said anything! You could have said ‘Chill Out Scooby Doo’! Or ‘Scooby Doo and the Monster of Mexico’! Why would you do this to us?!

Bumblebee: Would you have accepted, ‘Scooby Doo and the Monster of Mexico’?

Blackarachnia: Yes! The characters are actually lovable and sincere! I would have accepted frgging ‘Scooby Doo in Where’s my Mummy’, not-

Megatron: I like the live action Scooby Doo actually.

Ratchet: Why don’t you go to hell?!

Starscream: THE BETTER QUESTION IS: WHY ARE YOU IN CHARGE OF AN ENTIRE FACTION!? GHOUL SCHOOL WAS RIGHT THERE, COMPLETELY AVAILABLE TO YOU, AND YOU ABANDONED IT! YOUR JUDGEMENT IS FLAWED- YOU ARE FLAWED, YOU SHOULD BE STRIPPED OF YOUR TITLE AND MADE A PUBLIC EXAMPLE OF! AN EXAMPLE OF HOW HORRIBLE A MECH YOU ARE, AND IF YOU HAD SAID THAT TO ME ABOUT 10 MILLION YEARS AGO, I WOULD HAVE LEFT YOU IN GUN MODE, BARREL DOWN IN A TAR PIT WITH YOUR FIRING PIN REMOVED.

Megatron: .....The Witches Ghost is good, too....

Sari: Why don’t you just stand next to me for a while.

#Sentinel: Guys it’s Cyberchase #Blurr: RUKEHJFHMJGJJH RIGHT?! #My depression made me think this #Tfa #Transformers Animated #Optimus Prime #Tfa Optimus #Tfa bumblebee #Tfa Starscream #Tfa Bulkhead #Tfa Blitzwing #Tfa Blackarachnia #Constructicons #Tfa Megatron #Tfa sari #Scooby Doo movies #Verbal Violence #Tfa Grimlock #Tfa Blurr #Tfa Ratchet

[faith-in-democracy]

The poison of hatred towards political opponents seeps deep into the fabric of our nation, corroding the bonds that hold us together. True patriotism involves respect for differing viewpoints and a commitment to finding common ground. Let our allegiance be to unity, not division.

#Dangerous rhetoric #verbal violence #attcks on democracy

[jumpdingus]

"You have met all the requirements for me to smack you."

-Me, to a friend seven hours ago.

I am sad to report that they were not smacked. A mutual friend and I were laughing our asses off too hard for me to successfully complete le smacc.

#friends #friendship things #stupid #stupid friendship things #laughter #jokingly verbally violent #verbal violence

[theminecraftbee]

I think the funniest thing about mumbo so far this season is that he’s just. coming out of the blocks swinging? like his default interaction with EVERYONE has been “I am going to bully you now” and like, I appreciate this energy for him, I think it’s really funny also, but it’s such a role reversal. where did my floppy, vaguely confused guy who everyone else mocks go. where did he learn aggression. why does he bite now,

#hermitcraft #mumbo jumbo #(i AM aware he’s been violent before but the VERBAL violence…..)

[autismserenity]

A Chabad synagogue in Pomona, New York, burned to the ground on April 17th, along with its three Torah scrolls.

Torah scrolls are hand-written, hand-made, and kept in elaborately decorated cases or wrappings.

Many of them have long histories; my synagogue has two, I think, that were smuggled out of villages being destroyed in pogroms or in Nazi attacks. One of them is the only remaining piece of that village on earth.

Sometimes, the Torah scroll doesn't even belong to the synagogue, but is on loan from a place like the Memorial Scrolls Trust:

There's an entire Jewish holiday just for taking them out and dancing with them: Simchat Torah, "The Joy of Torah."

In fact, that was the holiday on which Hamas's invasion took place.

So it's a particular tragedy when a Torah is destroyed.

Chabad itself has a page about what goes into making just one Torah scroll:

"An authentic Torah scroll is a mind-boggling masterpiece of labor and skill. Comprising between 62 and 84 sheets of parchment -- cured, tanned, scraped and prepared according to exacting Torah law specifications -- and containing exactly 304,805 letters, the resulting handwritten scroll takes many months to complete.

"An expert pious scribe carefully inks each letter with a feather quill, under the intricate calligraphic guidelines of Ktav Ashurit (Ashurite Script). The sheets of parchment are then sewn together with sinews to form one long scroll. While most Torah scrolls stand around two feet in height and weigh 20-25 pounds, some are huge and quite heavy, while others are doll-sized and lightweight."

I learned all of this on Tumblr.

Once upon time, in people's "punch Nazis" days, I would've been able to find some mention on Tumblr of this synagogue burning.

There is none, so I'm posting about it.

And I'm going to quote Daniel Weiner, Rabbi of Temple de Hirsch Sinai in Bellevue, Washington, when his own synagogue was vandalized last November:

"It’s horrific and heartbreaking.... [Taking out your feelings about] what's going on in the Middle East by defacing a sacred space of a synagogue -- that’s the very definition of antisemitism."

I'm also posting about the Kehillat Shaarei Torah Synagogue in Toronto, whose windows were broken on Friday, April 19th, by someone who also tried to break the front door down.

And the April 15 graffiti outside a Bangor, Maine synagogue that said, "Nazi Israel 30K murdered," next to a crossed-out Star of David. The same synagogue faced pro-Hamas flyers plastered around it in November.

I was going to include all the synagogues vandalized over the past six months. But there are way too many. Several every week. Lots are swastikas.

I'll go back to just doing attacks on and near synagogues.

Someone has to talk about the 1-year-old who was stabbed outside Temple Beth Zion-Beth Israel (BZBI) synagogue, in Philadelphia, on April 13th.

The foiled terrorist attack on a Moscow synagogue on April 11th.

The man who, on April 9th, screamed at the rabbi at Moldova's Great Synagogue, "What are you doing here? How come no one has finished you off for everything you are doing to the Palestinians?" Just one week after people had vandalized a Holocaust memorial in nearby Soroka, and sprayed "Free Palestine" on it.

The Oldenburg, Germany synagogue that was firebombed on April 5th.

The Florida Las Olas Chabad Jewish Center, which on March 16 burned, but not to the ground. The Torah scrolls were safe, and no one was hurt, but the back of the building was severely damaged.

The planned-but-thwarted-on-March-7th ISIS massacre in a Moscow synagogue.

The stabbing of an Orthodox Jew in Switzerland on March 5th. (He was badly injured, but expected to survive.)

A man leaving a synagogue in Paris was beaten on March 3rd.

People set the courtyard of a synagogue in Sfax, Tunisia on fire on February 27th. Firefighters managed to put the fire out before it consumed the inside of the building.

The synagogue is no longer used; there are no Jews left in its area, and fewer than 1,000 Jews left in Tunisia overall.

(Thousands of Tunisian Jews were sent to work camps during the Holocaust. Antisemitism across the Middle East continued to increase rapidly for decades. By the 1970s, 90% of Tunisian Jews had fled to France or Israel.)

On February 18, an Orthodox Jew leaving Synagogue of Inverrary-Chabad in Lauderhill, Florida, was beaten by an attacker yelling racial slurs.

Someone deliberately chose International Holocaust Remembrance Day, January 27, to smash all the windows in the front of Sgoolai Israel Synagogue in downtown Fredericton, New Brunswick.

On December 29, Turkey arrested 32 people linked to ISIS who were planning attacks on synagogues and churches.

On December 17, a man drove a U-Haul truck up onto the sidewalk between a barrier and the front door of the Kesher Israel Congregation in Washington D.C., got out, and started yelling "Gas the Jews." He also sprayed a foul-smelling substance on two people leaving the synagogue.

December 17 also saw 400 synagogues across the United States receive bomb threats.

On December 11, a man attacked an elderly couple on their way into a synagogue in Los Angeles, screaming, "Give me your earrings, Jew!!" and beating one of them bloody with a belt. (Happily, he chased the guy down the street, and caught him when his pants fell down.)

On December 10, a 16-year-old was arrested in Vienna for planning an attack on a synagogue.

On December 8, on the first night of Hanukkah, 15 synagogues in New York State received bomb threats. And someone screamed, "Free Palestine," and fired shots outside of Temple Israel in Albany, NY. Which has a preschool that was in session.

Meanwhile, the five Jews left in Egypt were canceling public Hanukkah candle-lighting at their synagogue out of fear of reprisals. Particularly after two Israelis in Alexandria had been gunned down by terrorists on October 8. (While Israel was still fighting Hamas in Israel.)

On November 15, a terrorist group set the only synagogue in Armenia on fire.

Armenian Secret Army for the Liberation of Armenia (ASALA) has a history of working with the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP).

(PFLP is part of Hamas's network of groups. Samidoun is their nonprofit arm - which is why Germany banned Samidoun last year, although it's still active in many other countries.

PFLP is also actively supported by the Palestinian Youth Movement (PYM), a diaspora nonprofit group, and Within Our Lifetime (WOL), an SJP spinoff in NYC.)

On November 11, halfway through Shabbat services, police asked Central Shul in Melbourne, Australia to evacuate "as a precaution" due to a "pro-Palestinian" protest that had chosen the neighboring park as its gathering place. Australia has seen some very outspoken antisemitism at protests, including the march shortly after October 7 that chanted "Gas the Jews."

Also on November 11, protesters targeted a synagogue along a march route. They sat in their cars, spraying green smoke and shouting at people leaving the synagogue. The march itself featured a record number of horrifying signs and chants.

On November 7th, Congregation Beth Tikvah in Montreal was firebombed, and the back door of the Jewish organization across the street (Federation CJA) was set on fire.

On November 4, protesters chanted "Bomb Israel," and burned an Israeli flag outside the only synagogue in Malmo, Sweden.

During October, there were 501 antisemitic acts under investigation in France in just three weeks, including groups gathering in front of synagogues shouting threats, and graffiti such as the words “killing Jews is a duty” sprayed outside a stadium.

On October 18, people firebombed a synagogue in Berlin after homes all over the neighborhood were graffitied with stars of David.

And also on October 18, hundreds of "pro-Palestine" rioters attacked the Or Zaruah Synagogue, in the Spanish enclave of Melilla in North Africa, while worshippers were inside.

Based on the video, they seem to have blocked the synagogue entrance completely, while screaming "Murderous Israel" and waving Palestinian flags. (Melilla is an autonomous zone belonging to Spain. It borders Morocco.)

On October 17, during pro-Palestinian protests, hundreds of rioters set fire to Al Hammah synagogue, an abandoned house of prayer in central Tunisia. They hammered down the building’s walls and raised a Palestinian flag on the building. Police did not intervene.

The Facebook page "Tunigate", which has around 88 thousand followers, published a video of the assault. So did "Radio Bousalem”, with 83 thousand users. The vast majority of comments on these videos welcome these acts. The building was severely damaged and almost completely razed to the ground.

On October 15, bomb threats were sent to many East Coast synagogues. Attleboro synagogue Congregation Agudas-Achim received one of the emails, which read, "The bombs will blow up in a few hours. A lot of people will die. You all deserve to die."

On October 8 -- again, while Hamas was still in Israel -- Madrid’s main synagogue was defaced with graffiti that read “Free Palestine” next to a crossed-out Star of David.

And on October 7, an assailant in Rockland, NY fired a BB gun at two women entering a synagogue. Later in the month, a banner at the Stephen Wise Free Synagogue in the area was vandalized with the words, “Fuckin kikes."

#if you have used “Free Palestine” as if it's a sort of verbal assault you can shout in comments or scribble over flyers #if you are unwilling to hear what the Jewish term Zionism means to the people who use it #if you cannot name one Palestinian human rights activist #and most of all if you don't know how Hamas abuses Palestinians and you still think it's The Resistance #then you. are. the. problem. #if you don't know people in gaza have been protesting Hamas and blaming it for deliberately instigating a war they don't want #if you don't know how often they've spoken out about Hamas stealing aid and selling it to them #and especially if you don't want to believe me much less find Palestinians in Gaza to listen to #also if you didn't know about any of the stuff in this post BUT you have taken it upon yourself to tell Jews that “it's not antisemitism” #like seriously everyone deal with your learned distrust of Jews challenge #wall of words #fire tw #guns tw #violence tw #Instagram

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was getting yelled at by my mum over something small (a regular occurrence) and I she said something really mean and so I tried to roundhouse kick her (I don’t know how to do that).

I woke up having nearly kicked my partner, blankets flung onto the floor.

#dream #mother #family #verbal abuse tw #violence tw

[theredofoctober]

Runt: an Omni-Man x Gender Neutral Reader Darkfic

TW: noncon, violence, blood, humiliation/verbal degredation

Synopsis: Reader's mother, the superhero Firebright, has gone into hiding. Omni-Man brutally interrogates Reader as to her whereabouts.

Reader is a Young Adult, Gender Neutral, appearance not specified

Read after the cut

✂️ ✂️ ✂️

"Where is your mother?"

There is something wrong with Omni-Man, frigidity in the barrens of his pale eyes. He stands at the door like an omen of shadows to come, his bulk filling its narrow confines immovably.

You gaze up at him, and the ice of his derision glares back.

“I asked you a question,” says Omni-Man. “Where is Firebright?”

His air of perpetual and mildly pompous congeniality has fallen away from him, perhaps had never truly been.

He's a stranger, now, come to your house with some hard purpose.

"My Mom?" you repeat, faintly. "She's out cleaning up after some crime, I think. I don't really know."

A lie, which you had promised you’d keep, come what may.

Your mother, a heroine of fire-wielding prowess, has informed you that she must go into hiding, from who or what threat she wouldn't say. You’d believed—without knowing its source—in that danger.

Now Omni-Man is at your door, and you think again of your mother's hands, how they had trembled. How thin she’d looked, and how afraid.

"I'm sorry, Nolan," you mumble. "I don't know when Mom’ll be back. She didn’t tell me."

"I don't believe that's true," says Omni-Man, and he steps forward, extending an arm to prevent you from closing the door against him. "I need you to tell me where she is immediately."

His face is handsome and severe, the jaw like a pane of white glass. The tension in it speaks of unshed violence and disdain, of loathing kept like a spider in an upturned jar, poised on release.

Fear draws you down in its dizzying pulse, and suddenly you're quite glad that your mother kept her location from you, that you can’t spit it out even under duress.

"I have no idea, really, I don’t," you say, and Omni-Man steers you back across the living room, his cloak whisking the backs of his thighs like a wind of blood. "Nolan, please. I swear I can't help you. What’s happening right now?"

You’re up against a wall, vulnerable and so very human. Unlike your parents, you’ve never developed powers of any kind to protect you or those you love, and Omni-Man knows it.

He’s been good friends with your mother since you were young, and has long comforted her with the suggestion that your abilities might one day arise. You’ve been no more a threat to this man than a moth to the devil, and yet you’d never once feared him, till now.

"Ellen must have given you some way to contact her," says Omni-Man, his mouth a joyless line beneath his moustache. "Call her immediately. Stop wasting my time with your blabber."

"I don't understand,” you say, avoiding the order. “Is something wrong?"

A gloved fist strikes the wall above your head, shaking down fragments of plaster upon you. Thinking how simply your skull might have bowed into a cave of bone beneath such pressure you cry out, a sound entirely too feeble to be called a scream.

Omni-Man looms over you, his eyes the blue of long dead flesh.

"Stop asking questions about things that have nothing to do with you. Either you hand Firebright over, or I show you what happens to those that get in my way."

There is, in a drawer in the house, a remote you could press, for the times in which your mother is otherwise unreachable. You could go to it, call her back from whatever bunker protects her from harm.

But as Omni-Man's stare bores through your anguished expression you understand, with a chilling clarity, that he means to kill your mother, and that only your stance against him preserves her life.

Gulping, you say, "Whatever you think my Mom did, she couldn't have done it. You know her, you're her friend, Nolan—"

Omni-Man’s fist grinds into the wall, his arm cutting through it to the shoulder.

"Don't use my name as though you mean anything to me, you pathetic, powerless runt. Look at the way you turned out: a snivelling weakling, not even a spark at your fingertips. No wonder your father left. You’re a disgrace to him and your mother. I'd be ashamed to have you as my child.”

Only shock halts the tears that burn behind your eyes, a wounded magma.

"Please don't say that to me,” you whisper. “I— I've always looked up to you. I love you, Nolan."

For a moment you think you see a flash of the old, kind feeling across Omni-Man’s chiselled features.

Almost at once it dies away.

"Too bad,” he says. “I don't love you, brat. Now tell me how to find your mother before I rip you into pieces."

Putting your hands on Omni-Man’s chest, you gaze up at him with beseeching eyes.

"Nolan, Nolan, tell me what happened. I’ll help you figure it out. Whatever it is, I know Mom had nothing to do with it."

Something of your gentle touch, your cringing innocence, provokes him.

"Alright,” snaps Omni-Man. “You had your chance."

In a spurt of nauseating speed he drags you upstairs by a sudden grip on your throat, your breath smacked from your lungs as you hit your bed and roll across it, head over heels, like a fallen acrobat.

Omni-Man looks about him, scoffing at your room’s dated, childish decor, the tattered stuffed animals still poised in glassy-eyed rows on your dresser.

"No wonder you don't have any powers,” he sneers. “You're stunted in every way."

His hand makes a lariat of your shirt collar, briefly throttling you until your feet kick out in twitching throes. Then he rends the cloth down the middle, repeating the act on your lower garments before you’ve enough air to protest.

You’re so stunned that you don’t think to cover yourself, only stare, jaws parted, hot from cheek to toe with shame, with horror.

A beating was the furthest you’d expected from the interrogation: the intent behind the night cliffs of eyes upon you seems, even now, quite impossible, an absurdity plucked from some sticky summer dream.

"No,” you say— you speak in a low, flat sort of murmur, as you’d address a beloved dog that turns and shows its teeth. “Omni-Man, please, please, you're like family. You can't do this to me.”

"Of course I can,” he snaps. “And I'm going to do it over and over until you tell me where Firebright is. Daily, if I have to. I'll break you down until you're no better than a drooling animal. Not that you're so far from that now."

A devastated moan spills from your tight throat as Omni-Man leans over you, his pale suit straining across his bulk. He pauses with his face close to yours, every vein in his eyes standing out like streaks of flame.

"Now, talk,” he says. “I don’t want to waste any more time here than I have to.”

Tears make glazed glass of your cheeks as you turn your face aside, unable to look at him any longer.

"This isn't like you, Nolan."

Omni-Man’s mouth is a razor’s wound across his white teeth when he answers.

"This is more me than you'll ever know."

He pins you to the bed with an abrupt and frightening strength, opening the groin of his suit with his other hand to jerk the flesh that rises through it.

"What about Debbie?" you blurt out, and Omni-Man stills, a red glove closed over the throbbing evidence of his anger.

"Don't talk about my wife!" he barks. “You’re not worthy.”

Your eyes return to his face, drawn to its savage rictus in wretched fascination. How long has Omni-Man—the husband, the father, the friend—been so twisted with this private hatred for you?

Interpreting the question from your fearful look, he answers, his hand still at work on his cock.

"I always knew you had an embarrassing crush on me. Following me around every event with puppy dog eyes, always asking if there was anything you could do for me. Degrading yourself at every turn. Laughable.

“And I ignored you. Debbie made jokes about you. Even then I knew you were just a fragile, weak-willed child, craving the adoration your father never gave you."

"Stop it,” you say, inching back across the bed on the heels of your palms. “Stop it!"

A hand traps your ankle, snatching you back under the colossus of your new enemy. His body is a cage of rigid musculature, even the smallest tendon able to kill.

"You brought this on yourself by defying me,” says Omni-Man. “Did you think I'd just walk away when you refused me information? Take pity on you?"

"Nolan—"

He cuts you off with a blow that near claims your sight in its ferocity.

"You whine like an infant. Why didn’t you ever grow up?”

You’re still attempting to process the pain across your eye socket as Omni-Man forces your legs apart around him, handling the joints with scornful disregard of their mortal delicacy.

“Where is Firebright?” asks Omni-Man again, and you can only shake your head, mumbling in a breathless stream of false denial.

“I don’t know, I don’t remember where she said she was going—”

Omni-Man’s lip curls in bald disbelief.

“Oh, sure. Well, let’s see how much you remember now.”

Your attacker opens you to him with rough, clothed fingers, tearing tight flesh ajar up to the knuckles, three of them deep. He draws them in and out of your hole like a blade across a whetstone, watching you flail and gibber beneath his merciless use with a stern and unflinching malice.

Then, as you scream Omni-Man’s name in abandoned repetition, he rallies his member to its furthest solidity and runs you through, all agony and annihilation, and you think as he does it that you may well die of his rage.

The floorboards moan with his rutting, its obscenity a crime of war. This is as much a degradation of Earth’s piteous race as a whole as of your person, your naked flesh symbolic of that which many alien societies covet to rule or else destroy.

That any human being has borne this and lived seems miraculous, yet you know it has been done and enjoyed for Debbie Grayson to stand by him. To love him.

You cry out, aware as you do so that you’ll only invite further pain.

“Really,” mocks Omni-Man. “I’m barely trying to hurt you. If I did, I'd rip you in half.”

In a jolt of violence he drags you up against a wall, the friction skimming a leaf of skin from your back as he stabs deeper in. Your breath comes in asthmatic chokes, punched from your chest by very force of his fucking.

Some wet stream warms your thigh, of what matter you don’t care to know.

“Give me the name of your mother’s location or I keep on going,” says Omni-Man. “You’re already bleeding. Your feeble body surely can’t take much more.”

His cock is a farrier’s tool, cutting with its every wrenching motion. Its length and girth alone would make you weep, but it is his wielding of it that is a thing of horror to you.

You feel Omni-Man’s hands shut about your wrists, testing the fragility of the bone.

“Aren’t you even going to fight me?” he taunts. “Go on. Show me what you’ve got in you, if anything at all.”

Closing your eyes, you try with all the force of strength and concentration in you to summon the flame you’ve long envied in your mother, and have never once achieved.

There is nothing, nothing, still, only an icicle of sweat down your brow.

Omni-Man laughs shortly, pulling you further up across the wall in another volley of thrusts.

“Just as I thought,” he comments. “Wasted genes.”

As he lets go of your arms you throw one of them forward in a weak strike across your attacker’s cheek. A mite star of fire bolts from your palm, and you yelp in both fear and surprise at the sight of it, at the thought of retribution to come.

Omni-Man rubs his face, which remains, as expected, quite unmarked.

“Is that it?” he asks. “You’re barely warm.”

“I’m not a superhero,” you cry out, as he returns to his mean handling of your body. “I’m just a human, okay? There’s nothing wrong with that.”

The blue eyes, once so lovely to you, roll in disgust.

“Of course there is. You could have been so much more. Take a look at yourself.”

Omni-Man flies you to your floor-length mirror, yanking your head back so that you might see yourself split apart on his atrocity.

How small you look, a flailing rag against the beast's taut muscle. His cock works in and out of you with the efficiency of some extra-terrestrial vehicle on a jaunt that will not end.

The sound of it is slick, explicit.

“You’re lucky that this is what I’m doing to you when I’m capable of so much worse," says Omni-Man, watching you arrogantly in your reflection.

“This is wrong,” you insist. “This isn’t you, Nolan.”

“I’m a Viltrumite,” snaps Omni-Man, and he flattens you to the bed again with a force that snaps the frame beneath it. “This is what my people are. You should be on your knees, thanking me for sparing your life.”

He turns you onto your belly, snarling as he stabs through your form from behind.

“This is the last time I’ll ask before I really injure you,” he says. “Where's Firebright?”

Only the lasting thought that you must save your mother from something more awful than this prevents you from delivering his answer.

Omni-Man grips you by the throat until your eyes stream and your pain barks from between your lips in a coughing spume of blood.

In frantic hope you turn one hand backwards, thinking to strap his hips in a band of fire.

“You think you can hurt me?” asks Omni-Man, squeezing your forearm until you sob and relent. “I don’t feel a thing. This is more humiliating than if you were entirely without powers. What use are you to your planet?”

“Nolan,” you croak. “I’m begging you to stop this.”

Somewhere in the catastrophe of sensation there is the start of pleasure, your body’s weary attempt to salve its bullied entrance. You lie quite stiff and still, praying that in doing so you won’t provoke that last ruination into being.

“You know how to end this,” says Omni-Man. “But perhaps this is what you prefer: to be shown your place by your superior. If I’d done this a year ago you would have presented yourself to me, ready and willing to be of use.”

To your despair his hand ventures to your tortured sex and makes full display of his knowledge. His strokes are coarse, efficient, in time to his cock’s quick barbarity. You smell cologne, and the fabric of his suit, and hair oil; your nose, your throat, is full of him.

Perhaps your soul will absorb his evil too, through osmosis.

Clenching your teeth across your tongue you steer back the piteous little whines his taunting abuse of your weakness brings.

“Part of you is still willing, I see,” Omni-Man comments. “Let’s see how long it can hold out against me.”

You cry, and hiss, and squeeze shut your fists until the stench of smoke greys the air between you. Still your orgasm is wrenched out on hand and cock like an eldritch birth, another plundered reward for his collection.

“Barely a minute,” jeers Omni-Man. “And all that mess. How humiliating.”

He ponders, hips grinding against yours with the approaching threat of his own end.

One of his fists arcs back your skull, forcing your tear-raw eyes to his again. What was handsome in him now seems only the frightful visage of a warlord, all pillage and pursuit of valour.

“I’m responsible for you finally developing your abilities,” says Omni-Man. “Why don’t you thank me for it?”

You stare up at him in terror and distress, your tongue swollen to near uselessness at the roof of your mouth. Omni-Man’s hand slams beneath your chin, pinching some nerve there until your vision blisters into an abomination of light.

Through blood-stringed teeth you answer.

“Thank you, Omni-Man.”

“You’re welcome, runt,” he leers, and with a gloved palm against your gut he flattens you to him, having you feel every pulse of his triumphant finish within you.

He holds you there for some time, your bare, bloody back staining the white of his suit and complimenting the red. You daren’t roll out from under him, remain, panting shallowly, adhered to your attacker by his spend.

His moustached lips scuff the back of your neck, more threatening than intimate.

“I’ll find Firebright,” he says, “whether you tell me where she is or not. But next time I drop by I expect you to be more talkative. Do you understand?”

---

Tagging @hewwokitti3 so you can find this 😇

#omni man fic #omni man x reader #omni man #tw noncon #tw violence #tw blood #verbal degradation #darkfic #nolan grayson x reader #nolan grayson

[stealingpotatoes]

spork leia meeting satine and absolutely tearing her a new one over her extremists pacifism. like leia has seen what refusing to do anything in the face of evil out of the desire to be the aggressor gets people. i doubt it would change her mind but now she has two people to argue with (obiwan is watching on the sidelines amused)

Satine: Violence is never the answer

Leia, holding a bloodied spork: You're right! Violence is the question, and the answer is almost always yes!

#she does verbal violence and if that fails then violence violence it is #leia's spork travels #thanks for the ask!

[bleach-your-panties]

💔the financial abuser - kingpin!touya todoroki  x black! wife!reader

warnings: modern au/no quirks, drug family business, mention of past child abuse (y'all know the story), family illness (not touya or y/n), oral (m! receiving), car sex, pre-marital sex, dacryphilia, degradation, breeding kink, size kink, pregnancy, coercion, controlling/obsessive behavior, stalking, angry outbursts, choking (not in a sexual context), drug use, gaslighting, manipulation, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, mental illness, serious injury/hospitalization. read at your own risk!

☠️: some dialogue/actions inspired by true events.

💔: banner images from pinterest

💔: banner made by me with canva

💔post themes: ain't about the money  - t.i. ft. young thug

                           soldier - destiny's child

                       throat baby (remix) - 

 brs kash ft. city girls

                           baby by me - 50 cent ft. neyo

                           whatever you like - t.i.

                           what you know - t.i.

                             superman - eminem

                           papers - usher

                    roses - outkast

                           gold digger - kanye west

💔9.7k words!

💔read in dark mode for best experience!

🖤yo. 🖤series. 🖤iida.

—-

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If you ain’t no punk, holler,

“We want prenup!”

“We want prenup!”

Yeah, that’s something that you need to have

‘Cause when she leave yo ass

She gone leave with half

___

You met your husband, Touya, at a hair salon in your neighborhood. 

In the "hood", so to speak. You grew up in an impoverished neighborhood in one of the roughest cities to live in in the nation, with an 80% black population and a violent crime rate 95% higher than the national average.

Although it was dangerous as hell, the living conditions were less than desirable, and you were constantly surrounded by sketchy people, this was your home.

You'd grown up in this city and attended school here from elementary through university. Now at age 26, you're a successful chemical engineer, working as a consultant for the city's power plant. 

Your parents are both deceased unfortunately; your father died in your childhood and your mother passed away after a long battle with breast cancer just after your senior year of university, so as far as family went, you only had your dear aunt, who was getting up in age.

She's your father's sister, having supported you throughout most of your academic life by helping you get back and forth to campus, attending all necessary parental conferences when your mother was too sick to, and finally, attending all of your graduation ceremonies. You are extremely thankful for her.

Present day, all you do is work, pretty much. 

With your work, you usually have to keep your hair pulled back in a tight bun and covered with a protective hair cap. It was always a relief to be able to get your hair done and have your stylist rub her long, acrylic nails against your scalp while she lathered your natural tresses with sweet-smelling shampoo.

The soft ding of the bell hanging over the door alerted you to a newcomer's presence while you sat underneath the dryer reading one of the old Jet magazines that every salon always seemed to keep on hand. 

"Good afternoon, ladies."

You looked up from your magazine and your dark brown eyes fell upon the most handsome man you had ever seen. 

Tall, muscular frame, skin the color of freshly churned milk and hulking arms a collage of black ink. He was no shorter than 6'5'' at the least. You could tell by the way that he had to duck under the door frame to come inside the shop. 

"Heyyy, Touya~" Your eyes moved around, pupils enlarging as you realized that every other woman in the shop had stopped whatever they were doing to greet this man.

Just who is this guy?

He walked further inside the small salon, his small, narrowed, turquoise eyes roaming over each and every feminine face before stopping at yours.

Oh no, he's walking over here!

Your face began to heat up; you hated being put on the spot and this man was just too gorgeous, you might faint! 

He smirked at you and dug his big hands into the pockets of his black joggers.

"What's up, pretty? I think I would remember seeing a face as gorgeous as yours around here. What's your name?" 

Your stylist came over then, smacking her lips at Touya and motioning for you to come over to her chair.

"Leave her alone, Touya. She wants nothing to do with the likes of you. She's a good girl, she's not interested in thugs."

That made your blush worsen and you lowered your head to the tiled floor, hoping that he'd just move on and bother one of the other women.

Touya laughed loudly. He brought his arms up to rest behind his hair, which you now noticed to be a brilliant white, just like freshly fallen snow. 

His big biceps bulged and you could see that they were also covered in tattoos. He even had them all along his neck, trailing upwards to just under his chiseled jawline and then downwards, disappearing into his white V-neck.

"How do you know what she likes, Tisha? And I'm not a thug, I'm a well-respected businessman, I'll have you know."

The entire shop cracked up at that, making your anxiety lessen just as you looked up to further examine this man.

Unfortunately, he caught you looking and bit his lip at you. Usually, the gesture would've made you cringe, but it was different when he did it. It was sexy. 

His lips were a little plump and when he bit them, you could see two glints of silver: a tongue stud and a lip stud.

"Y/n is my name." You said simply. 

He smiled this time and squatted down so you didn't have to crane your neck to look at his face.

"Y/n, huh? Pretty name for a pretty girl."

You almost wanted to roll your eyes, but instead, you smiled.

"Thank you….Touya…"

He nodded slightly. More glints of silver when he made the gesture; he also had his right eyebrow pierced, three stud piercings in his nostril, and multiple silver hoops in each ear.

“God had no business making this man this damn fine.”

A deep chuckle broke you out of your thought process.

"Well, I appreciate that, beautiful. Tisha, don't charge her anything for her hair. I'll pay for it."

Aw, shit, did I say that out loud?! Nice going, Y/n!

"What? No! You don't have to do that, I can pay for myself!" You huffed. You knew this game all too well.

If he paid for your hair, he'd feel like you owed him something. Not a chance.

"Oh, girl hush and let that man pay for you. Keep that $750 in your pocket, shit." Tisha chuckled as she began to install your wig.

Touya handed her the money out of his wallet while grinning. He held his hands up, palms facing you in a gesture of surrender.

“I promise I don’t want anything in return, but maybe you wouldn’t mind grabbing breakfast with me one day? I know this great spot right down the street from the salon.”

You scoffed, now finally rolling your eyes at him.

“That’s still wanting something, pretty boy, even if it’s only a meal.”

Touya shrugged. “So that’s a no, then? Too bad. I won’t keep bothering you, though. See ya around, pretty girl.” He teased with a smug look on his face before turning and walking back out the door of the salon.

A few hours later, Tisha was done with your hair. She handed you a mirror so you could look at yourself.

“Thanks, Tish, it looks amazing!” You dug in your purse for your wallet so you could give her a tip, but she stopped you.

“Girl, what are you doing? Touya already paid me.” Eyebrows scrunched, you pushed the $20 bill into her hand anyway and got up out of the chair before she could protest.

“Just take it. Maybe next time I come I can get a discount on my lash installment.” 

“Girl, you crazy! Get on out of here!” 

You left the shop smiling to yourself. The bell tinkled over your head as you walked out into the bright sunlight. 

Your smile immediately dropped when you walked over to your car and noticed that you had a flat tire.

“Oh no, what the hell?! When did that get there? Aw, man…” 

The offending item that had punctured your tire was a long, rusty nail sticking out the side of it. 

“Dammit, now I’m going to have to call a tow truck.” You sighed and pulled your iPhone out of your purse.

“Need some help, pretty?”

It was Touya - he’s still been here all this time?

He casually leaned up against a smoke-gray Range Rover with black rims. The brake calipers had been spray-painted a deep purple.

“Oh, Touya. There’s a nail in my tire, but it’s fine, I can just call-”

“I can wait with you for the tow truck and then take you home.” He offered. Getting up off the truck, he stalked his way over, taking long strides. In a second, he was standing right next to you, so close that you could smell his expensive cologne.

You didn’t know how to react, just kind of looking up at him with a stuck expression on your face. 

“Uh, you really don’t have to…I could just call someone..”

“Why do that when I’m standing right here?”

A perfectly arched eyebrow raised. “Because I don’t know you? You could be a serial killer.” 

You know now that he’s most likely a drug dealer, like that was any better…but yeah.

Touya just laughed at you and shook his head. 

“Not gonna make it easy for me, huh? I like that. Keep it up, baby doll. I’ll get you sooner or later.” He walked back over to his truck and opened the driver-side door.

“At least come sit and chat with me until the tow truck comes?” You couldn’t continue to resist him, no matter how much you wanted to. Especially when he looked at you with those turquoise eyes.

—-

And that’s how your whirlwind romance began.

—-

Now I ain’t saying she a gold digger

But she ain’t messing with no broke niggas

Now I ain’t saying she a gold digger

But she ain’t messing with no broke niggas

Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon

With a baby Louis Vuitton under her arm 

She said, “I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm

Far as girls you got a flock

I can tell by your charm and your arm”

But I’m lookin’ for the one, have you seen her?

—-

After that day, you and Touya began somewhat of a friendship.

Whenever you came to get your hair done, he’d somehow always be there and he’d always pay for your hair, nails, and lashes. Turns out that he owned the beauty salon, the diner that he offered to take you out to, and pretty much everything else on that strip.

One day after you got off of work, you were surprised to see his truck out in the parking lot.

He was waiting for you.

“Touya! Funny meeting you here, what’s up?” You put your hands on your hips.

“I want to take you on a date tonight.” 

Your eyes bulged slightly, probably making you look like a fool, but Touya didn’t waver in his proposition. 

"What do you say, pretty? Go out with me?" 

You began weighing all the positives and negatives of going on a date with him. He could have a gaggle of jealous exes just waiting to catch him with another woman and raise hell, or one of his opps that was waiting to catch him slipping so they could blow his head off.

Tough decision, but eventually you folded and agreed.

—-

After your first date, you saw Touya more and more, seemingly everywhere you went.

The grocery store, the mall, restaurants. You even saw him across the street from your dentist's office one day while leaving an appointment.

Despite all of these seemingly random pop-ups, you found yourself undeniably attracted to Touya, which may have clouded your judgment just a tad.

So over the next several weeks, Touya would continue to show up at your job and surprise you with flowers, food from his diner, and lavish gifts.

This is how you would end up kneeling underneath the dashboard in Touya's Range in the parking lot of the industrial plant, hours after your shift had ended.

His black sweatpants were pulled down his thick, muscled thighs and pooled around his ankles while you struggled to take his huge cock into your mouth.

He regarded you with those cool, turquoise eyes, one large hand planted firmly on the top of your head as he guided you up and down on his hard shaft.

"Just like that, pretty. Such a perfect, slutty mouth. Yeah, you like being slutted out outside of your job? Not the perfect, innocent little scholar right now, are you?" 

You hummed around his dick, saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth while you breathed steadily through your nose. 

Touya's degradation never failed to turn you on, but sometimes you felt like he was just being mean intentionally.

His hands pressed down on your head harder, forcing you to take him further down your aching throat. Once he started, Touya wouldn't let up until he fucked your throat raw and tears streamed down your beautiful face, ruining your expensive makeup.  

He loved to see you cry.

"There you go, baby. That's my good girl. Take my cock like only you can." 

You moaned around him as best you could, but your jaw was aching and you felt like you'd pass out from lack of oxygen any moment now.

Suddenly, you were being pulled off of him by the roots of your hair. Touya dragged you over the center console into the backseat with you sputtering and trying to catch your breath.

"Down." He ordered and you immediately obeyed, getting on your hands and knees.

He clambered over you clumsily, his height preventing him from being able to get into the exact position that he wanted, but this would have to do.

"Arch." 

Tattooed hands came down to hold your lower hips as soon as you arched your back.

You were already wet from sucking him off, but due to the sheer size of Touya's dick, it wouldn't be enough.

Hiking one foot up, he removed one hand to guide his dick into your hole. You immediately felt the burn. 

"TOUYA! It's too much…" You moaned with your head turned slightly to the side to look over your shoulder at him.

"Not too much, baby. Never too much for you, my sweet girl. Take me, baby. Take my big fucking dick in your tiny little hole. I know you can do it."

Your freshly done acrylics scraped against the car door while Touya grabbed your expensive bundles up in one hand and forced your head completely flat on the floor with the other.

His pace was hard and rough, but he knew you were loving everything that he was giving you judging by your moans.

"Shit, pussy's so good baby, sucking me in so nice…fuuuccck!"

Of all of the women that he's fucked, you were the only one that had been able to take all of him without passing out.

It was a shock to you as well, how you hadn't passed out already from Touya's deep stroking. No doubt his fat tip was hitting your cervix; you could feel him in your damn stomach.

"Touya, I'm going to cum!" Your words were muffled, but he could just make out what you were trying to say and feel you clenching around him.

His eyes watched your ass move in waves as he pounded into you with everything he had, no doubt making the entire car shake from the sheer force of his thrusts.

“Come on, cum on this dick, baby. Make a mess on me, baby doll,” He cooed softly, leaning over you to press you against the floor as he rolled his hips into you.

"TOUYA!"

"Yes, scream my name, girl! SHIT!"

—-

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in the front of a large mansion with a high, wrought-iron gate around it. It was surrounded by acres of land, all to itself off in the countryside. A soft, fleece blanket covered your naked body.

"Where are we? Is this your house?"

"Fucked you so good you lost your memory, baby, but yes, this is my house." 

"Why'd you bring me here?" 

"Why wouldn't I? Why, you'd rather me fuck your brains out and just leave you passed out, only to wake up alone in a fucking parking lot in the dark? Come on, Y/n." You could see him roll his eyes through the rearview mirror.

Remaining silent, you just hugged the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

"So where do we go from here, Touya? What's next for us?" 

He hit a button and the doors unlocked. Touya came around to open your door and then scooped you up into his strong arms, holding you close to his chest.

"I brought you here in hopes that you'd agree to be my girlfriend."

"What if I say no?"

"Then I have to kill you."

"WHAT!?"

"I'm just playing, girl. Damn. So will you? Will you be my baby?"

—-

Touya and you began dating that night, and not even six months later, he asked you to marry him.

And you said yes.

Now, you believed that you were in love with Touya. He treated you like a princess and showered you with expensive gifts: jewelry, cars, designer clothes, shoes, and bags. Whatever your heart desired. Not to mention he was sweet, attentive, caring, loving, and amazing in bed.

Little did you know that Touya had another side to him.

—-

Stacks on deck, patron on ice

And we could pop bottles all night, and, 

Baby, you could have whatever you like

I said you could have whatever you like, yeah

Late-night sex, so wet, it's so tight

I gas up the jet for you tonight 

And baby you can go wherever you like

I said you can go wherever you like, yeah

—-

While you were planning your wedding, many of your friends and family members came to you with concerns about your fiance. Including your beloved aunt.

“That boy is no good, Y/n. I’m telling you. Just look into those cold, soulless eyes of his. That boy is not right in the head.” She would rant as you sat on her living room couch with wedding books opened up all around you. 

"Please, Auntie. Touya is a good guy. Sure, he's in the streets, but he'd never hurt me." 

"You don't sound too sure of yourself." 

Rolling your eyes, you had heard enough of the negativity. 

Gathering up the books and magazines, you threw them into your new Louis Vuitton tote bag and pulled it onto your shoulder. 

"I have to go, Auntie, or I'll be late for my dress fitting. I love you." You leaned down to give her a hug and kiss on the jaw. 

"I love you, too, baby. Just please think about what I've been saying before you rush into this marriage, alright?" 

"Alright, I hear you. I'm gone."

You stepped out of her house and closed the screen door behind you. Your black BMW M3 with the custom purple wheels sat pretty in the driveway. Touya had it custom-painted for you, said that everyone needs to know that you're his woman.

As you were backing out of the driveway, you heard your phone vibrating in your bag. 

🖤🫶🏾Husband💜 would like to FaceTime…

You declined the request and hooked your phone up to the car mount, immediately calling him back on the phone.

"What the fuck, Y/n? Why are you declining my calls? Where the hell are you at? I've been calling you all damn day!" He barked through the receiver, making you cringe.

"I-I just got in the car, I'm leaving Auntie's house, on the way home now…" 

You could almost hear him rolling his eyes on the other end.

"Yeah, and what did she want now? Still bitching about you marrying me?" He scoffed.

"Touya, stop that. She's only concerned about me, that's all."

"Yeah, whatever you say, Y/n. I know that your whole fucking family despises me, not that I give a fuck, though. I'm marrying you, not any of them."                

"That's true, Touya, but it would be better if you at least tried to get along with them."

"Well, maybe they should stop judging a book by its cover and try to get along with me since I'm about to be your husband."

"I don't think that's how it works, but okay, Touya. I'll be pulling up in a little bit."

"Are you trying to rush me off the phone? I called because I want to see you before I leave tonight. Gotta fly to Tijuana for business."

Of course, 'for business' meant, to pick up a "shipment".

—-

Ayy, don't you know I got kis by the three

When I chirp, shawty chirp back

Louie knapsack where I'm holding all the work at

What you know about that? 

What you know about that? 

What you know about that? 

I know all about that

—-

"And by 'see me', you mean get your dick wet. I have wedding stuff to do, baby. I have to fly to Paris to pick up my dress and how am I supposed to do that if you're taking the jet?" You complained. 

"Just send your assistant to get it. I need you here to take care of me, baby doll, just like how I take care of you. Come on, now."

You wanted to retort that you needed to be there to try it on, but there was no arguing with Touya, especially when he wanted sex.

"Okay, I'm almost there. Tell the guards to open the gate."

—-

"Ohh shit, Touya, baby, give me that dick~"

"Yeah baby, you like that?" 

And that's how the two of you went along for the rest of the night, Touya putting you in all different types of positions, beating your shit in.

He was always rough, pulling your hair and smacking your ass until it was raw and red.

He made sure to leave marks all over your neck and titties as well, marring your brown skin so that whenever any man looked at you, they'd KNOW that you were getting dicked down by a real motherfucking king.

"God Y/n, how do you keep this shit so tight? I'm gonna bust my load in you, fuck around, and get you pregnant tonight, girl."

"Mmm, if we don't stop now you're going to miss your flight."

"Fuck it," He chuckled, "I'll call Shoto to handle it." 

Shoto, his younger brother who'd just finished college a semester ago. Touya had taken him underneath his wing to train him to be next in line for the family business.

His other siblings, Natsuo and Fuyumi, wanted nothing to do with this life and just worked everyday blue-collar jobs.

"Here, get on top of me. Ride this dick while I make the call."

You sighed but complied nonetheless and crawled up onto his lap as he reclined against the head of your shared California king bed.

"Hello?" You heard Shoto's bland, emotionless voice come over the receiver.

"Hey Sho, I need you to go handle that for me. Jet's already loaded and ready to go."

"What? Why can't you do it?" 

"Because I told you to do it and I'm the boss."

"Yeah whatever, you're probably too busy fucking. Hey Y/n." He snickered, causing your cheeks to heat up. He knew his older brother too well.

Touya hung up on him and tossed the phone to the side, grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto his thick cock.

"You gonna let me get you pregnant, huh, baby? Gonna let me breed this little cunt, stuff you nice and full, and make you fat with my seed?" 

You weren't quite sure that you were ready to have a child, but you were starting to get up in age and you and Touya are getting married, so what's the harm? You nodded.

"Yes, Touya. I love you. Make me a mommy."

—-

Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire 

Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire

Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire

Be a millionaire, be a millionaire, b-be a millionaire  

I don't play no games (I don't play no games)

So when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang)

Come see what I mean (see what I mean)

See what I mean, see what I mean, oh

I said lil mama put me on (baby, put me on)

Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone)

Come see what I mean, see what I mean

See what I mean (see what I mean)

New music, new mood, new position 

New erotic sounds, it's going down, now listen

I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweating

I could paint a perfect picture 

I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'd get ya

I'd work that murk that, just the way you like it, baby

Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe

Yo, I need you to be what I need, more than liquor and weed

I need you to maybe give me a seed

I need you to give me reason to breathe

I need you

—-

Time Skip, Wedding Day

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" Fuyumi asked you while she was putting your veil in your hair.

You only giggled softly, rubbing a hand over your small baby bump.

"I think it's a little too late to back out now, Fuyumi." She shook her head, making her white and red curls bounce.

"It's never too late to change your mind. You're not his wife, yet. Y/n, I love my brother with all of my heart, but honestly, you deserve so much better than him."

It was hurtful to hear, but you weren't shocked by the young woman's words.

Natsuo and Fuyumi were like your family; they also didn't think that you should marry Touya.

"I'm pregnant with his child, Fuyu, and I don't want to be a single mother. I love Touya with all my heart as well, and whatever he went through in the past, we can get through it together. I'll be there for him, til death do us part."

Fuyumi just let out a long sigh and tried to put on a smile.

"I can't say I didn't try, but okay. If this is what will really make you happy. Just please take care of yourself and the baby, no matter what. Protect yourself."

She handed you your bouquet just as the wedding music began playing. 

"I'll see you at the altar."

She left, leaving you alone. You peeked out the door and saw the flower girls and ring bearers go down the aisle. 

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled and tightened your hands around your flowers.

"Hey, beautiful."

Your head whipped around so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash.

It was Touya, standing there in his all-white suit with a purple silk dress shirt opened up to show off his tattooed chest. 

"Touya!? What are you doing here, you're supposed to be at the altar!"

"Hmm, the wedding can't start without us, baby. I just wanted to give you something really quick."

He reached into the breast pocket of the suit jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and a pen.

You watched him carefully.

"What is this?"

"A prenup."

"A what? Touya, I'm not signing a prenup minutes before our wedding! Why are you just bringing this to me now?"

He furrowed his white eyebrows, not liking the tone you were taking with him.

"I'm sorry, but who do you think you're talking to, Y/n? You should know not to ever raise your voice at me. Not even my own mother yells at me, baby doll, and you're damn sure not about to start. Now sign the goddamn prenup or I'm calling all this shit off." 

No way! He wouldn't actually call the wedding off, would he? Not after all of your hard work, not after everything you'd been through in the past couple of months.

Your dear aunt had been diagnosed with coronary artery disease a few months ago and hadn't been doing too well. She'd been in and out of the hospital frequently and even had to leave her job because of it.

You begged Touya to hire an in-home nurse to care for her and, after much disagreement, he finally let you.

Why would he do this to you now? Moments before your special day? 

With your lower lip wobbling and tears beginning to spill out of your eyes, you took the paper with a shaky hand and signed your signature on the line, initialing where it directed you to.

Touya chuckled darkly once you were done and took it back from you, stuffing it into his pocket.

Why would he make you sign a prenup? You didn't know much about this type of stuff, but usually, prenups weren't good.

However, you couldn't fathom losing Touya or your fairytale life. You were finally getting everything that you ever wanted.

A family.

"Hey, don't cry, baby doll. You know I'll always take care of you, right?"

He moved in to kiss you, his hand covering your bump and rubbing it softly. With his pinky, he swiped the tears from under your eyes, careful not to smudge your face makeup.

You nodded slowly and he smiled at you. 

"I love you, Y/n." 

With that, he left the room.

—

Five Years Later 

Being married to Touya was not at all how you expected it to be.

After quitting your job and becoming a full-time housewife, your life seemed to go into a downward spiral.

While you were dating, you’d found out that Touya and his siblings had grown up in an abusive household where his father beat him, his siblings, and their mother. His mother had had a hard time coping with what she'd been through, so the four siblings had agreed to have her committed to a mental health care facility.

During their childhood, in a fit of psychosis, their mother threw a pot of boiling water on Shoto, disfiguring the left side of his face. An ugly, red-marred patch of skin now covered the once-perfect porcelain. 

After that incident, Touya left home and never looked back. 

He talked very little about his father, so what you did know, you had to find out from Fuyumi, who still maintained limited contact with their father. Neither Natsuo nor Shoto talked about the man. 

Many times, you had tried to persuade Touya to get therapy in order to deal with his past traumas, but he never listened. If anything, he would become completely enraged whenever you would broach the subject.

It also didn't help that Touya was now even more deeply involved in the drug lifestyle. 

At first, it didn't bother you as much as it should have, but as time went on things just got worse and worse.

Your son, Takuya, was now five years old and you really didn't want him exposed to the people and dealings that Touya was involved in.

Takuya would ask you many questions:

Mommy, why is Daddy never home?

Who are these strange people in our house?

Why can't my friends come over to spend the night?

Why does Daddy have flour underneath his nose?

Yes.

Touya had been abusing cocaine ever since your third year of marriage.

He said that it helped ease his mind. Made him forget the past. 

A knock came on his office door, causing the turquoise-eyed man to look up at it.

"What, Y/n?" He asked in irritation once he looked up and saw you standing there, just staring at him.

"Are you seriously getting high in the middle of the day?"

Spread out over his desktop were multiple, identical lines of freshly chopped cocaine. With a rolled-up hundred-dollar bill, Touya closed off one of his nostrils while he used the bill to snort the white powder into the other.

He did it effortlessly, almost elegantly. 

"Touya, really? What if Takuya ever walked in and saw you doing this shit? You know he's getting older now, and he's started asking me questions about your…habit."

Touya didn’t seem deterred; better yet, he most likely hadn’t heard a word that you’d said as he focused on the feeling of the drug entering his system.

“Did you fucking need something, Y/n? If not, then kindly get the fuck out. I’m busy.”

You gave him an incredulous look but bit your tongue and nodded.

“I need you to sign the check for Takuya’s school tuition so I can mail it off today.”

Touya sucked his teeth and sniffled. With the back of his tattooed hand, he wiped his nose roughly.

“Of course, that’s what you always need. Money. “

With a soft sigh, you prepared yourself for one of his rants. On top of abusing drugs, Touya had been diagnosed with, post-traumatic stress disorder, dissociative identity disorder, and bipolar disorder. 

You’d seen him dissociate firsthand, especially when he was high. You figured that the alternate personality that he’d created stemmed from his traumatic childhood. This persona’s name was Dabi, and Dabi was not nice by any means. He was awful, much worse than normal, agitated Touya.

If it wasn’t for you insisting on having genetic testing done while you were pregnant, you’d have never found out what mental ailments your husband had been suffering from. 

“Well…if you hadn’t taken my name off of all the accounts, I could have done it myself and not have to disturb you while you’re taking care of business.” You finally snipped. You’d had enough of Touya’s drug abuse, verbal abuse, and emotional abuse.

You had gotten sick of him always taunting you, downplaying you, and making you feel as if you were less of a person because you had left your job, your family, and everything that you knew, in order to cling to him and become his wife.

He made you feel low, lower than the earth beneath your feet, and you had had enough of him.

To pour even more salt into your stinking, infected wounds, Touya treated you like a child. 

You had an allowance, you had to call and check in with him anytime you left the house, and he didn’t let you go anywhere without him or one of his guards. 

It hadn’t always been like this. No, this behavior only began once you attempted to leave him the first time.

You’d tried to leave Touya many times over the past five years, but your efforts were always in vain. No matter what you did or where you tried to go, he would always find you and bring you back, literally kicking and screaming. After a while, you just decided to give up, telling yourself that you’d never be able to get away from him.

—-

Mmmm

You high, baby? (Yeah)

Yeah? (Hahaha, talk to me)

You want me to tell you something? (Uh huh)

I know what you want to hear 

—-

The veins in his neck bulged and he turned on you, turquoise eyes flashing with lightning.

“Did you just talk back to me?”

The blood froze in your veins as Touya stood up, calmly pushing his desk chair back. The wheels screeched eerily across the wooden floor. Touya stomped towards you like a panther, waiting to attack and kill its prey.

“T-Touya- I…”

One hand was all it took to constrict your breathing. Touya held you up like a doll, the muscles in his arm barely flexing as he slammed you against the wooden double doors of the office entrance, making them rattle violently. Your little legs thrashed as you moved your body, attempting to get Touya off of you, to no avail.

“Bitch, how dare you disrespect me, after all I’ve done for you. I took you out of that shitty neighborhood you were living in, took care of you and that fucking brat, took care of your whole fucking family despite them cursing the very ground that I walk on. This is how you repay me? Flapping your fucking lips at me? HUH?!?!”

He yelled directly in your face, making you squint your eyes as spit flew from his lips. His face was so close to yours that you could see up his nostrils, see the white residue from the hit he’d just taken.

If he didn’t let you down soon, you’d pass out. Touya soon realized this, and he let you go, let your body drop to the ground with a ‘thud’ while he stepped back and regarded you without a smidgen of concern.

Your hands flew to your throat as you coughed violently. Your chest burned as you tried to regain the precious oxygen that your lungs had been deprived of for far too long.

—-

You know you want me, baby

You know I want you, too

They call me Superman

I'm here to rescue you 

I wanna save you, girl

Come be in Shady's world

(Ooo, boy, you drive me crazy)

Bitch, you make me hurl

—-

"You act like…," you wheezed, then halted to take in a few more deep breaths, "you act like I wasn't somebody before I met you. Like I wasn't on my own, living independently and happily before you came along and messed it all up!"

He must have found your lamentation amusing, because he chuckled, deep in his chest.

"Oh Y/n…when have you ever been independent? Your whole life you've always depended on someone. Your aunt, your family, your friends, and then me. You think you're so special, because what, you went to school and got a degree?"

Said degree was displayed on the back wall of his office. He'd let you hang it there after buying an expensive, mahogany wooden frame lined in real 24k gold for it. A gift for your first year wedding anniversary.

Now the object seemed to offend Touya. He made a beeline for it and snatched it off the back wall before sending it hurling across the room, narrowly missing you before it went crashing against the wall next to the door and shattering.

You whimpered in fear as he began walking back over to you. 

Kneeling down so that he was eye-level with you, much like he'd done at your first meeting in the salon, he glared at you with eyes colder than Antarctica. 

"How's that degree working for you now, Y/n? You're nothing more than a stupid slut willing to open her legs for the first man that showed her any shred of attention. You're pathetic, and I can't stand the fucking sight of you." He said lowly, the baritone of his voice rumbling in your ears.

You buried your head in your hands, the tears flowing freely down your firearms as you tried to shield yourself from him, from his rage. His hatred.

It wasn't like Touya had never yelled at you before or threw fits when he was high, but this was the first time in five years that he'd ever put his hands on you.

And it would be the last. 

"That's it, Touya! I've had enough! You're impossible and I'm finished dealing with you and your issues. I'm leaving for good this time."

Touya laughed at you again. He just kept laughing for a long time.

"That's really funny. Have fun trying to leave me with no money and nowhere to go. You'll be back. You always come back, Y/n, because you can't survive without me."

Your tear-soaked face curled up in disgust; you couldn't believe what this man was saying to you right now.

"Since you're so adamant on leaving though, you can go ahead and get the fuck out." 

"Pardon?" 

He stood to full height again.

"Did I stutter? Get the fuck out of my house, right now, Y/n." 

"No! We're married, which makes this my house, too! You can't just put me out!"

He must have thought that you still weren't getting enough oxygen to your brain, because Touya grabbed you by the arms and hoisted you up.

You kicked, screamed, and clawed at him all the way, almost causing him to drop you a few times, but finally he made it to the large ornate doors leading to the outside of the estate.

"NO! TOUYA, NO! NO!" 

—-

They call me Superman

Leap tall hoes in a single bound

I'm single now

Got no ring on this finger now

I'll never let another chick bring me down

In a relationship? Save it, bitch

Babysit? You make me sick

Superman ain't saving shit 

Girl, you can jump on Shady's dick

—-

Thank goodness Takuya was at school and not here to witness the scene of his father throwing his mother out of her own house.

"I hate you, Touya! You hear me?! I HATE YOU! You won't get away with this!" 

Was the last thing the snow-haired man heard before he slammed the door in your face. You heard all of the locks and the deadbolt click.

With fury, you kicked at the closed door with all your might.

You were kicked out now, with nothing. Not your purse, wallet, clothes, phone, or anything. Only your Apple watch on your wrist, which you guessed might be a bit of help.

Looking down at it, you noticed that it was charged to 75%, which was good. You'd have time to get to a charger. 

With an indignant huff, you rushed down the many stairs leading from the house and into the driveway where your car was parked.

It would be a dumb idea to get in and try to drive it, because Touya more likely than not had a tracker installed into it. However, you had an idea.

—-

Don't put out, I'll put you out 

Won't get out, I'll push you out

Puss blew out, popping shit

Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out

—-

See, though you had been quite gullible the past five years, believing that your sham of a marriage was pure and true, and that your bastard of a husband was your Prince Charming, you were still a college-educated woman and had plenty of good sense to use.

When Touya started getting high every other day, you began stealing his money and putting it away when he wasn't looking.

Small amounts here and there that you passed off with simple excuses that Touya found to be believable. No way his dumb little housewife would ever think to steal from him.

How wrong he was.

You had accumulated a good amount over the last three years, but when you first tried to leave Touya, he became suspicious of you, thus limiting your access to the money by taking your name off the accounts and giving you a weekly allowance. 

How stupid of him.

You took a portion of that money and stored it away every month, in case you ever needed it. In case you finally got the courage to leave Touya and never look back.

The day had finally come.

Pulling up to your sister-in-law's house, you waited for her to come to the door. Looking down at your Gucci slides, you felt embarrassed about the situation that had just occurred. 

"Y/n! What are you doing here? What's happened?" 

With the look on your face, she immediately knew that something terrible had happened and that her elder brother was more than likely the cause of it. 

She moved aside so you could come inside. You sat on her couch and put your hands in your lap.

After swallowing down the lump in your throat, you began to speak.

"Touya…he, um, he locked me out of the house."

"HE WHAT?!"

You had to cover your ears slightly from the sheer volume of her exasperated voice.

"Yeah. We got into an argument and he tossed me out onto my ass like Jazz from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air."

Fuyumi didn't laugh at your joke; instead, she gave you a look of sympathy. 

"Y/n…I'm sorry you had to go through that…" Her voice began to crack and you gave her a questioning gaze.

"Was he…?" She couldn't even finish the question. 

You immediately understood and nodded.

"Yes. He was high." 

"And where was Takuya?"

"He's at school."

A sigh of relief from the white-haired woman. "Thank the heavens."

Fuyumi moved from her spot on the opposite couch to come over and give you a tight hug. You sank into her warm embrace and hugged her back, more tears bubbling up as feelings of shame, stupidity, and anger came to the surface. 

"It's okay, Y/n. It's all going to be okay. I feel like this is my fault. I should have tried harder to get you to leave Touya. I should have-"

You stopped her from talking by pulling away from the hug and giving her a small glare.

"Don't you dare try to blame yourself for his actions. He's a grown ass man, yet he acts like a child. Don't worry, Fuyumi. This time I'm done with him for good. It's time for me to move along in my life with my child and leave Touya's miserable ass behind. I tried everything to help him and all he did was treat me like shit for five years."

Fuyumi was a bit stunned to hear you speak with so much initiative, but she nodded, nonetheless.

"If you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to call me or Natsu. We want what's best for you and Takuya. Always." 

—-

After talking with Fuyumi for a little while longer, she ended up calling Natsuo over, who works as a mechanic.

With a little trial and error, he managed to remove the tracker from your car. Touya had hidden it meticulously, but he was no match for Natsuo's years of experience with machinery.

You finally bid your brother-in-law and sister-in-law goodbye so you could go and speak to your lawyer before picking up Takuya from school.

—-

I can't get to work on time

Can't believe the words to him I just said

Who the hell argue and fight 

Like dogs at six in the morning?

I know it's gonna be some more shit tonight (oooh) 

Our pastor's calling, telling me I done went too far, 

And I'm sitting round town and my friends can't recognize me

Cause I took a chance on love 

It's like, I'm dying (ooo dying)

For you, I gave my heart

And turned my back against the world

Because I was your girl, girl, girl

I done damn near lost my mama

I done been through so much drama

I done turned into the woman I never thought I'd be

I'm ready to sign them papers, papers 

—-

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Todoroki, but the prenup that you signed is very much valid. According to this, he really doesn't have to give you anything."

You blew out a frustrated breath. How could you have been such a fool? If Touya wanted to call the wedding off because you wouldn't sign, you should have just let him. 

It would have saved you a world of heartache and headache, that's for sure. 

"So, there's absolutely nothing that I can do?" You asked the well-dressed man in front of you. 

You fiddled with the rose gold, 5-carat diamond aquamarine pear-shaped ring set on your left ring finger. 

“What about our son? Did he say anything about providing for him?”

The brunette man pushed his glasses from the bridge of his nose up to his eyes. 

“Despite his trying to implement a clause in which he wouldn’t have to pay child support since the child was conceived outside of the marriage, as the child’s biological father he’s still legally responsible for providing for Takuya. Though he could contest his paternity and ask for a DNA test.” He set the paper on the desk and looked at you.

“That slimy bastard…he did everything in his power to make sure that I’d never try to leave him. He’s sick….”

“Again, I’m very sorry, Mrs. Todoroki. I wish that there was more that I could tell you.”

“I just can’t believe this…Touya had all of this planned from the very start. He came to me in a moment where he knew I couldn’t refuse him. He knew that I needed to lean on him at that time and he took advantage of me.”

“What do you mean by 'took advantage of you'?” The man in front of you sat up straighter in his chair, slightly leaning his body towards you.

“Well, I never expected that Touya would ask me to sign a prenup. He never made it a priority to discuss how we’d do finances; he just always said that he’d take care of me. Which is why it was such a shock that he made me sign the prenup minutes before I was about to walk down the aisle to marry him.”

“He asked you to sign a prenup minutes before your wedding? He coerced you and didn’t even give you time to seek your own legal consultation. I’m glad you told me this, Mrs. Todoroki; this changes everything.” 

Could this be it? Could this finally be your way out of this marriage?

“And that’s not all! I was pregnant with Takuya at the time and my hormones were all over the place. My aunt…she’d been very sick as well, and it was just an overall bad time for me. I w-wasn’t thinking straight…I-I just…I just wanted someone to be there for me. I didn’t want Touya to call off the wedding.” 

You cursed yourself for crying over this again, but speaking about it out in the open really made you realize how badly Touya had manipulated you. From the very beginning of the relationship he tried to break you down and make you weak for him, and you let him. Your lawyer handed you some tissue from the box on the desk.

No more weakness. No more vulnerability. It was time to be strong; you had a child to raise and he needed his mother.

It was time to fight for what was rightfully owed to both of you.

“Coercion and signature under duress; oh, he’s done for. I’ll make some calls to get this in front of the judge as soon as possible. Don’t worry, Mrs. Todoroki, I’ll handle everything from here.”

—-

You left the law office with a massive weight lifted off of your heart. 

Takuya's private school was only a few minutes away if you took the interstate, so, after picking him up, you'd probably just go back to Fuyumi's house for the night.

"God, I hate this bend in the road, it makes me feel like I'm going to fall off into a ditch." You grimaced while holding the steering wheel carefully.

When you were almost around the corner, a black SUV flew past you at top speed and caused your car to lose control and spin in circles several times before crashing into oncoming traffic. 

—-

You had to have blacked out from the impact - were you dead? 

No, your hearing was still intact. You could hear something in the distance: footsteps.

Your head was bent at an odd angle and you could feel the blood dripping down your forehead.

"Well, would you look at my little broken doll, all bent out of shape. It's a miracle you aren't dead, huh? That was a nasty accident you had."

With you not being able to turn your neck to the sound of his voice, Touya had to step into your line of sight. He looked down into your eyes, his own turquoise ones shining with mirth. They seemed darker, more sinister.

Then it dawned on you. 

This wasn't Touya.

It was Dabi.

"W-w-what's wrong…with you…? You're…. you're insane…"

That was the final thing you said before slipping into unconsciousness.

—-

Dabi just watched your unmoving form with an evil grin plastered across his face. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one.

With his free hand, he reached out to stroke your face while his eyes glowed.

"I know you want, me baby. I think I want you, too. I'm here to save you, girl. Come be in Shady's world.  I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl. You know you want me, baby. You know I want you, too. They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you."

With a flick of his wrist, he threw the cigarette down and the entire car caught on fire.

—-

You want what you can't have

Ooo, girl, that's too damn bad

Don't touch what you can't grab

End up with two back hands

Girl you just blew your chance 

Don't mean to ruin your plans

—-

 911, what's your emergency?

"Yes, my wife has been in a terrible car accident! Her car caught on fire and she was trapped inside. I-I pulled her out, but she's unconscious and I think her neck might be broken!

Okay sir, I'm going to need you to get her to a safe location and wait for help to arrive. Avoid moving her anymore and try to keep her neck supported.

"O-okay."

—-

Three Months Later

You ended up with three severed vertebrae in your neck. The doctors still don't know how you didn't end up paralyzed or dead, but at this point it must have just been a miracle from God.

Touya brought you to the hospital under the guise of the distraught husband and no one seemed to suspect anything.

Except for Natsuo, Fuyumi, and your lawyers.

Your family was just grateful that you were alive and didn't think to question how the accident may have occurred, though Touya didn't get away completely scot-free.

Your lawyer was the number one accusatory figure when your divorce case went to court. He argued that Touya had been following you, tracking your phone, and was angry that you were finally filing for divorce from him.

That you were going to actually leave him this time.

Touya had an amazing defense lawyer that continued to play him up as the distraught husband; Touya knew what he was doing when he decided to stay at the scene of the accident and "help" you. Your other lawyers and Touya's went toe to toe in the courtroom for days.

— 

Caroline, Caroline

See Caroline, all the guys would say

She's mighty fine, mighty fine

But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time 

And the other half either got you

Cussed out or coming up short

—-

The jury was at a deadlock.

It wasn't an easy fight. More days in the courtroom with you sitting there in a neck brace, your body bandaged beneath your clothes from the burns you sustained in the fire.

A miracle that you were even alive. 

Finally, after two weeks of court, Touya was convicted of attempted murder.

His defense lawyer tried to go for an insanity plea which was supported by him staying at the accident scene and bringing you to the hospital afterwards.

The prosecutor argued that Touya, though aware of his mental illness, never sought the proper help and continued to mentally and emotionally torture and abuse his wife.

These claims were supported by Natsuo and Fuyumi, who both agreed to testify on your behalf since you couldn't speak up for yourself due to spousal privilege. 

More deliberation, more waiting.

At last, there was a breakthrough.

The insanity plea fell through and Touya finally decided to just plead guilty.

—-

Regardless, we don't want to get involved with all them lawyers

And judges, just to hold grudges in the courtroom

I wanna see your support bra, not support you 

—-

He was called to the witness stand, where he told all the grueling, gritty details of the past five years of your marriage. As much as he didn't want to let you go, he just couldn't bring himself to drag this battle out any farther. After hearing his testimony, the jury found him guilty and he was sentenced to fifteen years to life in prison.

So now, here you are, sitting in front of the man that you once loved with all of your heart.

Dressed in an orange jumpsuit, wrists and ankles shackled, Touya regarded you with a downtrodden expression. 

"Y/n… I'm sorry for everything that I put you through. I just want you to know one thing: I'll always love you and my son." 

With a dry chuckle, you shook your head.

"I don't think you know the meaning of the word love, Touya." 

You pushed the divorce papers with your wedding rings situated on top of them towards him and nodded up at the guard standing behind him.

The elder man unlocked Touya's wrist cuffs so the inmate could sign his name where required. He didn't even read over it.

The shackles went back on immediately, and, with one last look, the guard escorted Touya out of the room and back to his cell. 

—-

The sunshine was bright on your face as you walked out of the prison. A funny thought crossed your mind and caused you to giggle out loud.

For years, you'd felt like a prisoner under Touya's watchful gaze.

Oh how the tables have turned.

—-

I know you like to think your shit don't stank 

But lean a little bit closer, see

Roses really smell like booo-booo-ooo

Yeah, roses really smell like booo-booo-ooo

—

a/n: i feel like i was starting to drag this out, so I just had to hurry up and end it 💀 i still think it came out pretty good though! i had to do a lot of research for the legal part and i still don't think it's all correct, but oh well! i ain't no damn lawyer/judge!😂 

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[freckles-things]

Losing the Shadows // Part 1

Pairing: eventual Aaron Hotchner × Reader; platonic Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: After the death of her husband, Y/N had sworn not to date again to protect her daughter. When she had met Stan, she'd thrown all that over board. Now, three years later she's come to regret that decision and Hotch comes to the rescue.

Warnings: slight mention of domestic violence, verbal abuse in one instance, death of a spouse

Part 2

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It had started out as a relatively normal day. You had woken up bright and early, done a few quiet chores as to notwake your boyfriend and daughter, and had contemplated to get breakfast started before you decided that it might be a nice treat to go out for breakfast.

As it turned out, your boyfriend didn’t really like the idea, but since you hadn’t prepared anything else, he obliged. He had not made a secret out of his unwillingness, though – grumbling, huffing, and complaining the entire drive to the local bakery. Your daughter, Cassedy, on the other hand, had been excitedly chattering on in the backseat. It was her favourite breakfast place after all – you took her there on a regular basis. Much to your boyfriends disaproval. Not that he had any reason for that – it wasn’t as if you bought her muffins for breakfast every day. But it had been your Friday-morning-before-school-ritual since before you even knew him.

Things between you and Stan hadn’t been great lately, and you mainly put in the effort because Cassedy had gotten pretty attached to him. Stan had been the first person you had dated after the death of your husband, and you yourself had gotten attached very quickly. Your resolution to not let just any man meet your daughter after a few dates had been thrown over board, you had been sure that this relationship would stick. He had been an absolute gentleman and very understanding about all of your hesitancy about dating a new man. He had bonded with Cassedy almost instantly and loved to spend time with her – as did she. You had been elated that the man you had fallen in love with, despite thinking you’d never find love like that again, had fit into your life so perfectly. It had been great. But three years down the road, he had grown restless, the quiet contentment with the life you’d had just vanished. He started to complain about everything: having to do chores, having to take care of a child, and being a responsible adult. The lovely relationship you’ve had turned sour, but you kept hanging on for Cassedy’s sake.

Inside the bakery was farely empty since it was a bit late for breakfast on a weekend. The only other guests were a couple that was about to leave and a black haired man in his forties with his son. The three of you chose a table a few places away from the man. While Stan grumbled about the possible choices for breakfast available, you noticed your daughter and the boy exchanging grimaces and pulling faces. They seemed to be roughly the same age and were both quietly giggling over their antics. Looking over to the table, you met the mans gaze and smiled slightly. He was tall, and his face was angular with high cheekbones and a slightly crooked nose. He looked a bit stiff and gave off a vibe of sternness, but his dark eyes looked at his son with affection. He met your gaze, and his lips quirked slightly.

The next moment you were distracted by your boyfriend again, complaining about not finding anything to eat that he liked. You sighed quitely, pointing out something he usually ate just for him to twist his mouth in disgust. Trying to stay calm and not getting upset, you took another deep breath. Before you could answer, though, your daughter caught your attention by tugging at your sleeve.

„Mommy, can I go over and ask the boy if he wants to colour with me?“, she pointed at the man with his son and her dinosaur colouring book.

„Of course, darling. Remember your manners, though, alright?“ She nodded vigirously and skipped over to the table. You kept an eye on her while you turned back to Stan and his breakfast dilemma to make sure that she was doing alright.

„You usually eat the same at home, so would you please just decide on something and not be so bloody difficult“ you snapped quietly. You had just wanted to spend a relaxing morning with them both, and he was acting like a spoiled child. Chancing a look at his face, you decided that snapping at him might have been a bad idea. His face grew muderouse, and his eyes turned dark with anger.

All the while, Hotch had been glancing over to the table a few feet away from him. Noticing that the mood between the young woman and her partner had been off from the beginning. Their daughter seemed to be oblivious and was colouring something after the little interaction with Jack. He turned towards his son to ask about the drink he wanted with his breakfast when a small voice suddenly sounded from beside him. He looked down at the little girl from the other table standing shyly beside him, a colouringbook and crayons in hand.

„Um, excuse me, Mr.?“ She was carfully enunciating the words, obviously trying to be polite, which was kind of endearing. She had curly, light brown hair and big brown eyes, which were looking up at him shyly. She was slightly fidgeting with the things in her hands.

„Hello, sweetheart. How can we help you?“, he gently asked her. She turned slightly towards Jack, biting her lip.

„Yes!“, he shouted excitedly. Arching his eyebrow at his son, Jack shepishly added „Please. My name is Jack. Do you wanna sit with us?“ She shyly nodded.

„I was wondering if you wanted to colour with me?“, she quietly asked him, holding up her dinosaur colouring book. Jack’s eyes lit up immediately. Just like almost every boy his age, he was currently obsessed with dinosaurs.

„I’m Cassedy.“ Hotch helped her into the booth so she could sit beside his son and helped her to spread out the crayons.

„Thank you, Mr.“

„You can just call me Aaron, Sweetheart“, he smiled at her and threw a glance at the table with her parents.

„I’m going out to take a breather and calm down. Having this conversation with you right now is not making sense“, he suddenly heard a slightly raised voice behind him. He turned slightly and saw that the young woman was about to get up to supposedly go outside. Before she could take a step into the direction of the door, however, her partner had grabbed her arm. Hard.

„What is your favourite dinosaur, Aaron?“ Cassedy asked him. Having had to learn everything about dinosaurs with his son, he told her that it was a Velociraptor. Not that he really had a favourite dinosaur. It just had been the first one that had come to his mind. She took a moment to search through the book and opened the page with the Velociraptor. She grinned at him, and she and Jack started to colour the dinsosaur in, chatting about the dinosaur exhibition at the local museum.

Hotch had seen far too many scenes like that and had been a profiler for long enough to know that this was going to turn ugly pretty fast. However, if he had learned anything from his own parent’s relationship, it was to make sure the child was out of earshot for that. Fortunately, he came here often enough to know the elderly lady who owned the bakery. Under the false prentense of a surprise, he ushered both children behind the bar and quietly asked the woman to keep them out of the main room for a bit. He threw a look at the young woman, and realization dawned on the shopkeepers face in an instant. While Cassedy was looking at him confused, Jack seemed to understand what was going on. He took Cassedy’s hand and pulled her to follow the elderly lady, who was telling them that she needed some professional cakebatter-testers, to which both children reacted with excitement. Jack, however, threw a slightly concerned gaze towards his father. Hotch just smiled reassuringly and motioned for him to go on and quickly closed the partition door behind them. He was grateful that there had been no questions so he could go back to the situation at hand.

„Oh no, Princess, you don’t get to run away from me. You were the one who tied me down with a child I didn’t even want, and who’s not even mine. Did you think I wanted to spend all my good years babysitting and trying to carter to your wishes? Staying at home in the evenings, minidng the house, all that stuff? Well, you’re wrong. All I wanted was a nice time, and then I ended up with this life, and I don’t know why I stayed for so long“

Hotch winced at the words he could hear from the main room and the fact that there was no response. He quickly made his way back to diffuse the situation. In the few moments he hadn’t been there, the man had pulled the woman closer by her arm and was now gripping both of them harshly, undoubtedly leaving bruises. She was staring at the floor, obviously surprised and caught off guard by his outburst. One of his hands moved to grab her face, and Hotch could see the red marks he was leaving behind.

„Look at me, dammit! Did you actually think that you were loveable enough, that this meant something more? And now look at the years I’ve wasted with you. God, I’m glad that I’m finally out of this, you-“

„That’s enough!“, Hotch’s cold voice interrupted him. He was now standing right beside the pair, his eyes cold and his stance slightly aggressive. Most unsubs, and most of his colleagues, would be shivering in fear if they were confronted with him right now. The man turned his face towards him and smirked, obiously not taking him seriously.

„Or else?“, he laughed as he turned back towards the woman. „You can’t even stand up for yourself. No, a stranger has to step in. God, you are such a pathtic excuse for a woman. I guess your husband is glad he died before he could be saddled down with you. You disgust me.“

Her head shot up, and the look on her face broke Hotch’s heart. Her face paled considerably after the words registered, and Hotch was pretty sure she would have staggered back as if slapped if the man hadn’t been holding her close. She looked shocked, absolutely devastated by his words, and the pain in her eyes reminded Hotch of his own pain after Haley’s death. Anger burned up in his body as he registered the meaning of the man’s words himself. He was about to step in, something he should have done earlier, when the man pushed her away from him. She stumbled against the chair behind her and would have fallen if Hotch hadn’t rushed over and caught her before she could hit the ground. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist, and the other had caught her floundering arm.

When he looked up, the man was gone, so he turned his attention back onto the woman in his arms. He gently helped her to stand up on her feet but quickly realised that she wasn’t steady enough and instead helped her to a nearby chair. He sat her down and kept a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

„Are you alright? Did he hurt you?“, he asked softly, but her blank gaze told him that she wasn’t quite with him yet. Her eyes seemed to wander aimlessly around the room until they landed on the abandoned dinosaur colouring book. The little remaining colour in her face drained away.

„Oh my God, Cassedy! Where is – I-I don’t- I need to find my daughter. She’s-“ She tried to get up, but her legs weren’t quite cooperating just yet and her breathing was way too fast.

Aaron gently wrapped an arm around her shoulder and guided her to sit back down. She was weakly struggling against his hold but didn’t have much of a chance.

„Hey, it’s alright. Cassedy is with my son Jack. They are currently trying all sorts of cake batter with the shopkeeper. She’s alright. I’m sorry I sent her away like that, but I thought that she shouldn’t witness this.“

Hearing that, her breath was getting a little slower minute by minute until it was back to normal, Hotch rubbing her shoulder, and she closed her eyes.

„Thank you“, she whispered weakly, glacing up at him.

„You’re welcome. I should have stepped in sooner.“ He sent her a small smile.

„You did more then enough.“

„Are you hurt?“, ha asked again, concern showing on his face.

„Just a little bruised up. Nothing compared to what might have happened if you hadn’t caught me. Thanks again.“

„Well, it’s not nothing“, he said ruefully and squatted down to take a closer look at her face. The bruises were a stark contrast to her pale face and looked painful, but he hadn’t done any further damage.

„I’m sorry“, she uttered quietly and he patted her leg.

„I don’t think it was your fault, to be honest. You tried to solve the issue like an adult. He was the one who reacted violently.“

He was actually surprised by how well she was holding up. Though he wasn’t sure if that was because of the shock and the adrenalin or a genuine reaction to what had happened.

„God, I’m so stupid“, she muttered and hid her face behind her hands. „Our relationship had been strained for some time. I thought holding on would be good for Cassedy. She adores him.“

„I don’t think it’s stupid. You tried your best for your daughter. I don’t recon you saw it ending that way“

Apparently, that had been the wrong thing to say as she burst into tears. He winced and wrapped his arms around her as he pulled her into a hug, gently rocking her and mumbling soothing words.

When she had stopped and moved away from him, she shook her head and let out a self-deprecaing laugh.

„Gods, I cried all over you, and we don’t even know each others names.“

„Well, that is something we can change easily. My name is Aaron Hotchner, but most people call me Hotch. You can call me Aaron, though, if you’d prefer.“, he winked at her, which earned him a small smile.

„Y/f/n Y/l/n, but please call me Y/n. I got snot all over your shirt, I think we’re past formalities.“.

Hotch couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment and reached over to grab the remaining tissues from the table to hand to her. She threw him a small smile and ruefully cleaned up her face. Noticing her glancing at the colouring book again, he gestured towards the back room.

„Should I go and get the kids? I guess you would like to see your daughter, and they might be past the point of a sugar high now anyway. I hope you’re prepared to deal with a hyperactive kid.“ That actually elicted a small giggle from her, and he felt a weird sense of acomplishment from that. He nodded and headed towards the door to the kitchen, openening it gently. With another smile thrown Y/Ns way and a long look to make sure she was actually alright to be left alone for a few moments, he disappeared into the kitchen. As soon as the door opened, he could hear both children laughing and the amused voice of the shopkeeper.

„I see you both made the most of your time“, he chuckled gently when he saw their faces smeared with cake batter. They ran towards him and excitedly told him all about the different batters and which they thought was best. While Jack had a fondness for double chocolate, Cassedy apparently was more of a red velvet lover.

„It seems that you were really able to help out back here. I’m sure the other guests will appreciate the abundance of double chocolate and red velvet cake in the next few weeks.“

While he sent the kids to the nearby loo to wash their faces, he turned to the woman.

„Thank you very much for helping out with the situation!“ However, she waved his thanks away with a wave of her hand.

„Oh hush, I didn’t do anything. These two were a pleasure to have around. I hope you were able to diffuse the situation? Is she alright? She’s been coming here with little Cassedy every Friday for years now.“ A worried frown appeared on her face.

„More or less. I think she will need some time to deal with it, but it could have gone worse. Thanks again for keeping an eye on the kids.“

„Thank goddness you were around to step in then.“ She winked at him as the children came back and shooed them out of the room with a comment of a mother surely wanting to see her darling daughter.

Gently steering them by their shoulders, he led them back towards the main room.

„Your mom is waiting for you, Cassedy“, he smiled at her, gently pushing her towards the door.

„And Stan?“, she asked with a slight frown on her face. Recognising that name to be Y/Ns partner, or hopefully ex-partner, he quickly came up with an excuse. He was sure that Y/N didn’t want to deal with the questions just now.

„He got an important phone call and had to leave very quickly.“ She nodded and started to bound towards her mom.

„He didn’t really have to leave, did he, Dad? He was being really mean towards that woman. Is she alright?“, Jack inquired quitely. Hotch couldn’t help but be proud of his son’s perception and compassion.

„You’re right, Jack. He was very mean towards Miss Y/N, and you did a great job helping by making sure that Cassedy didn’t have to witness anything.“ Jack just nodded understandingly and looked towards the room.

„Do you think Case and I can meet up sometime? We really did have fun together.“

„Case?“ Hotch asked with a smile.

„Cassedy’s too long to say all the time“, he shrugged.

„Sure, we can ask. I can give Miss Y/N my number, and we can set up a playdate for the two of you.“

An hour, a somewhat quiet breakfast and two coloued dinosaures later, numbers were exchanged and promises of calls were made – with the additional quiet comment from Hotch that she could call any time if she needed help. Little did he know that that would be far sooner than expected.

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #hotch imagine #hotch x reader #tw ed in the tags #tw violence #tw verbal abuse

[defensive-tactics]

Fight Back. Use Violence against your attacker. Make him worry about his life.

#Self Defense #Violence is a tool #Fight Violence with Violence #Self Defense is not verbal or social #Defensive Mindset #defend yourself #fight back

[faith-in-democracy]

Hatred of opponents is a poison that corrodes the fabric of our society. Instead of tearing each other down, let's strive for meaningful dialogue and understanding. A true patriot seeks unity, not division. Our strength lies in our ability to work together for the common good.

#Dangerous rhetoric #verbal violence #attcks on democracy

[mossflower]

ough. vrisrezi. if you even care

#got up to [s] terezi: remem8er in my reread. had to take a break #ik i said homestuck is at it’s best in act 5 act 2 and i stand by that in terms of like. plot #but emotionally?? this part of the comic - the flash and the few pages preceding it - wins hands down #it’s about the childhood friends and the cycle of violence and living up to a legacy #it’s about someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story #except there *is* another version of this story!! one where you don’t kill her!! but she still leaves!! #and you vow to spend the rest of your life searching for her!! is this thing on!! #and part of what makes the flash hit so hard is that the versions of terezi and vriska that find each other are from doomed timelines!! #it’s the terezi that killed vriska and regretted it ever since #and the vriska that got killed. and as a ghost she grew as a person and let herself be soft and vulnerable with someone #only to get utterly verbally eviscerated by the ‘real’ vriska for letting herself do that. letting herself be happy #something something. the terezi and vriska that find each other and get to be happy with each other are doomed #and their seperation is a necessary part of the ‘real’ timeline. i can’t FUCKING do this anymore #homestuck #vrisrezi

[residentfromnowhere]

| CLICKED | PART: 2

ModernAU!SanemiShinaguzawaXAFABReader

TW: Narcissism, Threats, Mentions of Manipulation, minor violence, Mentions of Verbal Abuse, mentions of Mental abuse and Angst

“What? What the fuck did you just say?”

With the initial shock now gone, you slowly straighten yourself and a calm feeling washes over you. “Let’s break up.” You say while continuing to keep eye contact with him. At first, he laughed. Thinking it was just a joke but when he looked back at you to see your once angered face turn into an almost icy look, he stopped laughing. All of these years of dating and he’s never seen you like this nor heard you speak like this. He’s used to you being docile and letting things like his shitty mood and horrible playboy behavior slide so imagine the shock he felt when he seen that you were serious.

The silence between you too was deafening but you couldn’t careless. It was as if you were going through the five stages of grief but instead skipped to the in between of depression and acceptance. You didn’t know wether to laugh or cry but knew you were done. Done with the lies, the gaslighting, the constant feeling of walking on eggshells, all of it. You were no longer able to react to him and his antics. So now, you’re doing what you should have done years ago, breaking it off.

“Stop fucking with me.” He says with a half serious half humored tone. “You don’t want to leave me.” When he looked to see if you had reacted, he was met with the same icy look as before which made him straighten himself up. “You can’t. You have no where to go and no one to go to. Unless you have money to pack up your shit and leave my place, you’re stuck with me.” He says with a shit faced smirk. It quickly faded though once you started to pickup your purse and stand up from your seat. He didn’t like this.

“Then I’ll leave.”

He froze. You? Leave him? What the fuck was going on? The indifference wasn’t something he was used to. He would never admit it but he loved getting reactions out of you. Whether its distress, anger, sadness or even hatred, it gave him a thrill. He never imagined you pulling the plug and completely checking out of the relationship. You were supposed to be the submissive type. The type that was just happy to be there and not speak up, not this. This was not a part of the plan. THIS was not how he was about to be dumped.

“Really? You’re leaving me over some stupid fucking joke?” He says as he slams his hands on the table, making several people turn around. You don’t know what came over you but you didn’t even flinch. Instead, you looked over your shoulder and sighed. Your facial expression made him shudder and angered him at the same time. It wasn’t one of sadness or anger, it was one of pity and regret and he couldn’t handle being pitied.

“I’ll find a ride home and by the time you get back, me and my stuff will be gone.” You say while leaving the table. “Like hell it will be, Y/N. sit back down and talk to me!” He says through gritted teeth as he suddenly grabs your arm and snatches you backwards, almost causing you to fall. “Who the fuck do you think you a-“

As if something came over you, you instinctively swung around and threw a punch. It must of landed because you suddenly felt your arm being freed. As your right fist connected to the left side of his jaw, a pop could be heard across the restaurant which made everyone gasp and stand up. His face started to twist as the realization hits him that you damn near knocked him out and that you were never weak, just unwilling to stoop to his violent level.

Before he could get up, you were gone and security stepped in to remove him. You quickly left and as he was being detained, you could hear him screeching in the background insults and “you will be back, you always come back!” over and over again. You don’t stop though, you just hurry and try to make it back before he does.

It’s been almost two hours since and you’re almost fully packed. Memories good and bad flood your mind as you pick up the remains bags of the floor. You do one last look around before You quickly grab your bags, and start heading out the back. Your phone has been ringing off the hook since you left and you weren’t planning on giving him the time of day. You were tired of it all and the last thing you needed was to be manipulated into staying once again. This was it. This was the last time.

As you walk out the door, you spot a picture frame with the first photo you both took together years prior. You shake any thoughts of staying out of your head and proceed to close the door behind you. This was your fresh start and the beginning to a new and amazing life. Little did you know that your absence will be the beginning of the end for Sanemi.

#Nowhere’s Library 📚 #Navis Drabbles #Kny Drabble #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #cw: violence #cw: narcissism #cw: abuse #cw: verbal abuse #kny angst #kny anime #sanemi shinaguzawa #sanemi headcanons #sanemi shinazugawa #kimetsu sanemi #ModernAu!Sanemi #Demon Slayer #demon slayer fic #kny fic

[jahiera]

she's so CUTE... LIKE A WEIRD LITTLE RAG

#creepy little rag of a goth girl .......... #lakhesis vc I Am Generally Unsettling To Small Children and Normies (has a dorky little toothy cackle-laugh) #I love how gawky this face is AUGH HGHFGHF #my heart for the slight unprettiness (still very pretty because the preset heads are but) a pointy little nose and chin and hollower cheeks #she's a bit scraggly a bit odd. harrowhark-esque in initial appeaance ambiance if this means anything to you #emrys is a gideon-coded harrow-girl and lakhesis is a harrow-coded gideon-girl. do you understand-- #and it tickles me that Gale went from Goddess Of Magic to. Wet Little Freak Sorcerer (with no respect for the gods) #some would call this a downgrade. lakhesis with her sorcerer complex however- #AND they're autism4autism. god bless. #I'm so PLEASED by the sorcerer text with gale too ..... there's such a fun balance between #genuine exchange of ideas on magic and the ways their magics are different to #Utter Verbal Violence #solid flirt to roast ratio if you will. #she was supposed to be a made on a whim 5 hrs of playtime if she got played at all and now I'm Attached... TCH. #oc. lakhesis #playing bg3