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aerahyasashi · 30 days

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Hi queen aerah! I'm a follower from quotev and i really love your works especially divine punishment 🩷🫶🏻 i was hoping to request something, if you accept ofcourse, if you do then could you please do a yandere suguru one?🥰

𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓?

“𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆.”

╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Nanako and Mimiko asks you the reason as to why you’re wearing a blindfold, and what they found out chilled them to the bone, as they realized the truth about your blindness.

╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere stuff, Medical description of stuff, Manipulation, Drugging, Forced Blindness (Lmao)

╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Suguru Geto x Oblivious! Blind! Reader

╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I do not support or approve of any of the behaviors and actions depicted in this story. The content is intended solely for entertainment purposes. Hearts and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3. Kinda mid ig? Not rlly satisfied abt this. I'll do the other reqs next once i get the motivation to write<3

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You softly hummed a tune while sitting on the plush mattress, feeling Nanako gently brush your hair. Mimiko was lounging on your lap as she stared at the ceiling.

“Your hair is so soft mama.. like silk”

Nanako said, admiration tinging in her voice at the softness of your hair, showering you with compliments as she held the right section in her hand and the left in her left hand, leaving the middle section loose.

Despite having no vision, you could feel her lips curling into a smile and it made a small smile to appear on your lip.

“Thank you, Nanako.” You said softly.

The bond between you, Nanako, and Mimiko had grown strong over time, as they were practically adopted by Suguru, your husband, and raised as his own. Despite Nanako and Mimiko’s bratty tendencies, they showed genuine kindness and affection towards you.

Nanako, in particular, often displayed a more bratty attitude, while Mimiko seemed content to follow her lead like her loyal minion. It was reminiscent of the classic dynamic between a popular girl and her devoted sidekick.

However, despite that, you loved them too, and treats them as your own daughters.

“Mama, can I ask you something?”

Nanako’s sudden inquiry cut through the air, her eyes searching for affirmation as she sucked in a deep breath and stole a fleeting glance at Mimiko. Without breaking eye contact with you, she searched your expression for any signs of discomfort, to know if you are comfortable with her asking you questions.

“Hm? Ofcourse,” You replied.

Curiosity danced in your mind as you could feel Nanako’s hesitant demeanor. Even without sight, the slight hastening of her heartbeat was a sign of her nerves. Sensory perception was your gift, something that helped you a lot, because you don’t really have a vision.

“Well...” Nanako trailed off, unsure of how to start.

“Don’t hesitate to ask, okay?”

You gently reached out, your fingers seeking hers, your lips parted when you felt the texture beneath your touch felt different—It wasn’t Nanako's hand you held, but Mimiko’s.

“...wait, your hands feels different.. wait no, these are mimiko’s”

The sudden awareness painted your cheeks with a blush of embarrassment, a mix of confusion and awkwardness mingling in your expression.

As the realization dawned on you, Nanako's suppressed laughter bubbled forth, a ghost of a smile gracing Mimiko's features. A reassuring squeeze of your hand conveyed understanding and acceptance. “It's okay,” Mimiko's silent gesture seemed to say.

Apologizing sheepishly for your mistake, you couldn't deny the lingering embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” you murmured, hoping to dissipate the awkwardness that hung between you.

“Didn’t see that, sorry girls.” You chuckled.

“Mama, stop with the blind jokes.” Nanako deadpanned, watching you rub the taut muscles on the back of your neck awkwardly.

“Right..”

“Um, right... What was it you were going to ask, Nanako?” You quickly shifted the conversation, eager to move past the momentary misstep.

“Well...”

Nanako hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. She cleared her throat, her gaze fixed on you as her fingers gently ran through your hair.

“Why do you always wear a blindfold?”

The room fell silent, the weight of her question hanging in the air.

Confusion clouded your expression as you searched for the right words to respond. The idea of why you wear the blindfold had never crossed your mind, as it was just a part of your daily routine. After all, you were blind, and the blindfold didn't make much of a difference in your world of darkness. All you knew was that Suguru had made it clear that it should never be removed—and you had no desire to provoke him.

Nanako could sense your discomfort as she observed your tense body language. Worried that she may have touched a nerve, she inquired tentatively, “Are you okay mama? You seemed agitated...”

“Nanako...” Mimiko began, her own brows knitting in concern. “That’s quite a sensitive question, don't you think?” She spoke softly, trying to redirect the conversation.

Realizing her misstep, Nanako quickly shook her head and apologized, burying her face in the crook of your neck, her features partially obscured by your hair. “Ah.. I’m sorry mama! I didn’t realized that i was being insensitive...”

“It's okay,” you reassured her awkwardly, letting out a nervous chuckle as you cleared your throat.

“You’re not mad?” She asked, her voice soft and vulnerable as she pulled away from you, her eyes wide and pleading. Her puppy eyes looked up at you, brimming with an innocence that would have probably tugged at your heartstrings—only if you could see it.

“Hm..? ‘course not, don’t worry," you assured her, a gentle smile playing on your lips.

“‘S fine, really,” you said, your tone calm and reassuring.

“Ah.. right, about your previous question...Well, the reason I wear the blindfold is because Suguru told me to.”

“Huh..? Why would Geto-sama want you to wear a blindfold?”

Nanako’s perplexed tone cut through the air like a sharp blade, her confusion palpable. In her mind, she had painted Suguru as one who adored gazing into one’s eyes, the windows to one’s soul. But now, she couldn’t fathom the reasoning behind concealing them, especially when blindness couldn’t erase the existence of your eyes.

“I... Don’t know...” you trailed off as the room fell into an uneasy silence.

The silence was eventually shattered by Mimiko’s voice, breaking through the tension.

“Geto-sama says that you have the prettiest eyes that he has ever seen.” she chimed in, her gaze flitting between you and Nanako. A subtle shift in her posture saw her abandoning her spot on your lap, choosing instead to perch on the plush mattress.

“Huh? Geto-sama saw mama’s eyes?” Nanako asked, looking flabbergasted.

“Nanako, He’s her husband.” Mimiko reminded her twin sister.

“Right...”

“But then.. if he likes your eyes so much, why would he want you to hide them?” Mimiko’s words cut through the haze of confusion.

Your brows drew together, shoulders slightly slouching.

“I suppose that remains a mystery,” you finally replied, your voice laced with a tinge of curiosity and apprehension.

Mimiko and Nanako studied you curiously, wondering what your eyes truly looked like. Were they as beautiful as Suguru had described? However, they had never been permitted to remove your blindfold, and they weren’t the type to disobey Suguru. Despite their bratty tendencies, they were obedient.

But then, What secrets actually lay behind that blindfold? They were tempted to take a look, Yet, the girls remained restrained by their loyalty to Suguru, reluctance staining their disobedient thoughts.

“Perhaps he prefers it that way?” you mused, resting your head on your palms and propping your elbow on your thigh.

“I’m not really sure, if i’m gonna be honest.. he just likes it that way i guess.”

“I can’t even remember how I lost my vision too.”

You had no recollection of how you lost your sight, as your memories seemed to have vanished without a trace. All you knew was that Suguru was your husband, and he claimed that you had lost your memories due to your immune system attacking your eyes.

According to him, your immune system had somehow identified your eyes as a threat, leading to inflammation and damage that resulted in your blindness. He insisted that there was a scientific basis for this too, as the immune system would attack the eye once it recognized its existence.

And ofcourse, as the dumb little thing you are, you Believed him.

“Mama, are you okay?” Mimiko’s concerned voice breaks through the fog of your thoughts, drawing your attention.

You compose yourself, managing a smile.

“I’m fine,” you reassure her softly.

Nanako’s eyes are searching, her worry palpable. “Are you sure?” she presses gently.

You can’t help but be touched by their concern, feeling a warmth blossoming in your chest. Meeting their gazes, you offer another smile.

“I promise, my loves, I truly am okay,” you say, a hint of laughter in your voice as you reach out to embrace them both.

A surge of gratitude sweeps over you as you hold them close, basking in their presence.

“Having you two by my side and a husband who supports me tirelessly every day, I couldn’t ask for more,” you whisper.

“Life is tough, but atleast i have you all.”

Dumb little you was so oblivious and didn’t knew that suguru was the reason why your life was tough.

If only you had been aware that he was the mastermind behind all of this. He orchestrated the entire scheme that led to your memory loss and deceived you into believing he was your husband. It was also because of him that you lost your sight, although you were too dumb to realize it at the time.

Suguru was deeply enamored with you and the two of you were once in a romantic relationship. However, when you decided to break up with him, his feelings of love turned into obsession. He resorted to disturbing and dangerous tactics to make sure you stayed with him—Such as manipulating and drugging you, all in the name of his overwhelming love for you as he was unable to bear the thought of losing you.

It may have been your mistake to allow him into your life, however. Perhaps if you had declined Satoru’s invitation to hang out with him and Suguru, you would have never crossed paths with him. Maybe if you had refused to give Suguru your number or declined the love letters he presented, things would be different.

You wouldn’t be in this situation.

After embracing the girls tightly, you gently released them and affectionately patted their heads. Your expression brightened as you spoke,

“I’ll just show you how they look like to satisfy your curiosity, ‘kay?”

Nanako and Mimiko both eagerly nodded in agreement.

“I bet they’re really pretty just as Geto-Sama says!” Nanako says and Mimiko nods in agreement.

“.. Suguru shouldn’t mind, at least I hope not,” you muttered under your breath.

With a deliberate motion, you gently lifted the blindfold with a slender finger, allowing just a sliver of sight for Mimiko and Nanako to catch a glimpse of your eyes. The room grew eerily silent as the two girls eagerly leaned in, their gazes fixed upon your mysterious orbs.

However, what they beheld was beyond their wildest imaginations, shattering their preconceived notions. Their eyes widened in disbelief, their pupils constricting in shock as a chilling wave of fear washed over them. Their jaws slackened.

Your eyes were tightly sewn together by a thick black thread infused with cursed energy. The thread was so tightly wound, and your eyelids were merged together, giving the appearance of eyes belonging to a puppet with carefully stitched features.

That was when they realized that you weren’t actually blind.

Nanako’s throat constricted as a strangled gasp clawed at her lips, her heart hammering violently against her ribcage. Mimiko’s body tensed, a tremor coursing through her frame as her eyes widened in sheer horror.

Suguru’s presence seemed to loom unnoticed until that moment, as he loitered casually by the door, propped against the wall with a nonchalant air, his head cocked to one side, observing them with a detached interest.

He was just there the whole moment you three were talking, completely silent and just watching.

A shiver ran down the two girl’s spines as their gazes collided. Suguru’s lips curled up in a knowing smirk, his ice-cold eyes staring at them as he brought a finger to his own lips as he mouths something.

“Can you keep a secret?”

#𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐇’𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #yandere geto #yandere jjk #yandere suguru geto #yandere satoru gojo #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere gojo #what the fuck did i just wrote #dark themes #yandere jjk x reader #yandere jjk suguru geto #yandere suguru geto x reader #yandere geto suguru #yandere geto x reader #domestic violent relationships #jjk x reader

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jordanlovesalexg · 27 days

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don’t ever tell a male SA survivor; “You’re supposed to enjoy it”

don’t ever tell a male SA survivor; “You’re a boy, you can’t get raped.”

don’t ever tell a male SA survivor; “that doesn’t count.”

don’t ever tell an SA survivor; “What were you wearing?”

don’t ever tell an SA survivor; “Did you close your legs?”

don’t ever tell an SA survivor; “They’re family, they wouldn’t do that.”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “I don’t believe you.”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “I know them, they wouldn’t do that.”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “You’re supposed to enjoy it.”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “We’re you leading them on?”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “We’re you rude?”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “You’re an adult, toughen up.”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “it doesn’t count.”

don’t ever tell a SA survivor; “it’s your fault.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “but you don’t act like it.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “But they seem so nice.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “They’d never do that.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “She’s a girl, girl’s don’t abuse.”

don’t ever tell a male DA/GA survivor; “Boys can’t be abused.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “But you have no scars.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “You’re just making things up for attention.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “you should’ve just fought/yelled back.”

don’t ever tell a DA/GA survivor; “It’s your fault.”

don’t ever tell an attempt survivor; “that’s selfish of you.”

don’t ever tell an attempt survivor; “I’ve had it worse/i know someone who has it worse.”

don’t ever tell an attempt survivor; “that doesn’t sound like an attempt.”

don’t ever tell a POC; “you’d be way prettier with lighter skin.”

don’t ever tell a POC; “but you don’t look american?”

don’t ever tell a POC; “you should try skin bleaching.”

don’t ever tell a POC; “oh, are you in a gang or something?”

don’t ever tell a POC; “but your skin is so light, you can’t be colored.”

don’t ever tell a POC; “can you give me the N word pass?”

don’t ever tell a POC; “your hair is distracting”

don’t ever tell a POC; “go back to where you came from.” [whoever says this, i live in your walls]

don’t ever tell an albino; “you’re white, not black.”

don’t ever tell an albino; “so are one of your parent white or something?”

don’t ever tell an albino; “you’d be prettier if you were normal.”

don’t ever tell an albino; “oh has anyone tired talking you limbs or something” [i will hunt whoever says this]

don’t ever tell a child; “you should take care of your siblings.”

don’t ever tell a child; “he hits you/is being rude because he likes you”

don’t ever tell a child; “you have to hug them!”

don’t ever tell a child; “it’s your fault we’re divorcing”

don’t ever tell a child; “you’re too old to be doing this.”

don’t ever tell a child of divorced parents; “it’s your fault”

don’t ever tell a child of divorced parents; “pick a side”

don’t ever tell a child of divorced parents; “did you ever consider that you should’ve stepped in?”

don’t ever tell a child of divorced parents; “well if they never got together in the first place, they wouldn’t have had you”

you never know what a person is going through and don’t you dare shame a person for something they can’t control.

if you say any of these things you’re disgusting and you need to not only get educated but stop being a dick.

keep in mind that i am aware that these prompts don’t apply to everyone of a certain minority. But this is me teaching to simply be kind and pay respect and mind to a person’s experiences, minority, etc. there are multiple prompts that can be added but I will refrain to using those out of respect, and also due to censorship.

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loptrlab · 19 days

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Violet’s Revenge

An American student is in London doing a forensics internship. She's going through the case files of pregnant women killed by domestic violence. Her study is on the life of their children. What happened to them? Did the cycle continue? She spends a LOT of time in the morgue due to the nature of her research. She's hoping to help medical professionals spot abuse sooner for a better treatment plan to stop the violence. She's just come from a lunch (happy hour) with her favorite case and is on her way back to the morgue when her fellows stop her in the hall.

They convince her to take the rest of the night off saying it's been pretty dead, and she's got that BIG thing tomorrow.

She agrees and goes to her office.

In her office there's a purple potted plant with a little tombstone in the dirt. The rim round the pot says, "Here lies Violet. Gone but not forgotten." An unfinished painting of a Nightingale is seen on an easel. She grabs a package wrapped with Congratulations all over the paper and a card saying Jenny. She's about to leave when she hears a conversation.

"Poor girl. She's going to be devastated."

As another person says, "At least it's not going to be today, of ALL days! "

Another voice says, "What are the odds?"

As the voices fade and she hears a door close, she heads out of her office to the morgue.

As she opens the door to go inside, she hears someone yell, "Violet." She walks inside, "NO" You hear Violet’s screams as the door closes behind her.

End of Part One.

#music #fan fic writing #renmakesmusic #bardcore #domestic violent relationships #Youtube

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iamwhoami · 8 months

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It Will Get Better (Grey's Anatomy)

Grey's Anatomy

It wasn't that bad. That's what you told yourself each time. But as the excuses start piling up, Amelia Shepherd can't deny what's in front of her any longer and tries to convince you that it was bad enough to finally do something.

Warnings: Domestic Violence/Abuse

Requested = Yes

Y/L/N = Your Last Name

WOW it has been a hot second. A very hot second. A burning second. Maybe I'm back? I'm so sorry to all the other requests that I just haven't gotten to but I'm going to try to make an effort to write more again.

Sometimes you felt stupid.

Here you were, a well accomplished and respected surgeon with a soaring career, yet you just couldn't seem to leave.

Sometimes, you would stop and wonder why you couldn't.

Because you loved him.

Because he loved you.

Sometimes you would convince yourself that you would leave. That when night came and he fell asleep, you'd pack a bag and walk out the door. Of course, that never happened, because each time, you'd convince yourself that it was your fault.

You upset him. You shouldn't have picked a fight with him. You deserved what he did to you.

That he was a good man. That he was going to change.

That he loved you.

After an especially rough night, you woke up groaning. Your body was on fire, resisting every move you made. Aching, you managed to get yourself to the bathroom and in the mirror, you examined the damage.

"Shit..." You cursed softly as your fingers traced the blaring purple splotch along your cheek.

This was going to be difficult to cover.

Sighing, you rinsed your face off with cold water and wiped it dry before pulling out your makeup bag. The bruise was already vibrant and you knew that make up wouldn't make it completely disappear. But you were hoping that between the light and the angle, you could make it work.

It was a routine you were all too familiar with.

~~~

"Y/L/N!"

You turned around, looking up from your patient's chart to see a grinning Amelia Shepherd walking towards you.

"Just the person I was looking for," Amelia grinned, her smile infectious.

Amelia Shepherd was the first person you met when you first started working at Grey Sloan after transferring from your previous hospital. She quickly became the first friend that you made too. Realistically, you trusted Amelia with your life.

"I feel like I haven't seen you around much," Amelia commented. "We should do something on a day off, I need some Y/N time."

You chuckled and agreed despite knowing that you would never spend time with your colleagues outside of work because he would never let you.

"What can I do for you?" You asked and began walking towards the nurse's station. Your body still protested every movement though and you couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

Amelia eyed you carefully but let it slide, "I just need a consult."

You nodded and she pulled up the scans, eyes still trained on your expression for any kind of sign of discomfort.

As you carefully examined the scans on Amelia's tablet, you could feel her gaze trained on your face and you felt yourself staring harder at the tablet than necessary.

However, just when you thought you could get away with it, Amelia spoke up before you could open your mouth.

"What happened there?" Amelia softly asked, her hand reaching to your cheek.

You instinctively flinched and Amelia's hand paused before she lowered it.

"Y/N?"

You blushed, "Don't worry about it Amelia, I'm just clumsy and slipped. I hit my face against the table."

Amelia, of course, was not convinced but she sensed the anxiety in your body and let it slide.

"You would let me know if something was wrong right?" Amelia quietly asked and you nodded before forcing a smile on your face.

"Of course I would."

You felt sick lying to Amelia through your smiling teeth but there was a heavy weight in your stomach that made you do it.

He loved you.

~~~

You made a conscious effort to avoid Amelia after that close call. It hurt your heart to do so but you couldn't risk it. You took longer routes to get to places in the hospital when you could. You avoided break rooms that she was in.

Amelia knew you were avoiding her too. She let you have your space for a while but when it became clear that you weren't going to let up any time soon, she began to try to reach out to you.

It was one missed call. Then two. Then you stopped answering texts. You contemplated blocking her altogether but couldn't bring yourself to do it.

One evening after a long shift, you let yourself melt into the comfort of your couch, your partner watching the Seahawks game next to you.

Your phone sounded and you glanced at your screen to see a text message from Amelia. Sighing, you closed your phone and turned it face down on the coffee table.

But it didn't stop.

A series of text messages resulted in a series of dings but as you were reaching out to grab your phone to silence it, your partner's arm pushed past you and ripped your phone off the coffee table.

"What the fuck is so important that it's interrupting the game," He grumbled and looked at the screen. "Amelia?"

"My coworker," You quickly responded. "She's probably just asking about a patient."

He eyed you and you thought you were going to get away with it until his glare hardened.

"Prove it."

You gulped knowing that Amelia's text messages weren't about a patient. Your heart raced as you stumbled for an excuse but your hesitation was more than enough for him to lash out at you.

You weren't sure how long it would have lasted had your pager not gone off. Maybe the whole night for all you knew. Mumbling that you needed to be more transparent with him, he backed off, leaving you to pick yourself up off the floor.

Your body screamed in protest as you gathered yourself as quickly as possible before rushing off to the hospital. A massive trauma had come in and they needed all hands on deck. On your way out, you managed to pop two Advils into your mouth before grabbing your bag.

As you drove to the hospital, your mind raced with excuses to explain the growing bruises on your skin. You knew that in the moment, the hospital would be too busy to question the blotches but the aftermath would be an interrogation.

~~~

Exhausted and burning, you had finally made it through all the surgeries and now all the patients were in recovery. As you closed your eyes, you let yourself relax into the couch in the break room, a steaming cup of tea in your hands.

You felt someone sit down next to you and you didn't need to open your eyes to confirm it was Amelia.

"Let me guess, you fell again?" Amelia spoke softly and you knew it wasn't actually a question.

She knew.

You couldn't bring yourself to say anything. To lie and deny what she knew. To tell the truth and confirm what she knew. You felt your throat tingle as a lump formed and a tear silently escaped your closed eyes.

"You don't need to keep doing this," Amelia said and gently placed her hand on your arm.

You still didn't respond and Amelia took the cup out of your hands before placing it on the table with a soft clink.

"Y/N, look at me," She said but your eyes remained closed.

"Y/N."

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes even though one was beginning to swell shut.

"You deserve better," Amelia spoke with conviction, her gaze focused on your eyes. "It's not your fault, it was never your fault."

You swallowed and shook your head softly, "I can't."

"Yes you can," Amelia said. "You can. I will be here the entire time but you just have to trust me. It will get better if you just trust me on this one."

"He loves me." You replied but your voice quivered.

Amelia's heart broke at your words, "Y/N, this isn't love. Love doesn't hurt like this."

The singular tear that had slipped through your eyes seemed to have been an invitation for the others to follow as your body began to shake with each sob.

Slowly, Amelia wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to her side before stroking your hair.

"I promise Y/N, it will get better," She whispered. "You deserve so much better."

You closed your eyes again and took a deep breath as the tears kept dripping down your cheeks.

"Okay," You mumbled back. "I trust you."

#grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy x reader #grey's anatomy x female reader #grey's anatomy imagine #grey's anatomy imagines #amelia shepherd #amelia shepherd x reader #amelia shepherd x female reader #domestic violent relationships #hurt/comfort

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lila-lou · 2 months

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Guys, just asking.

Any of you into rough stuff? like really kinda violent and humiliating smut?😅

I'm currently thinking about trying something like this.🤔

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redflagbreakfast · 1 year

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Introduction:

Buckle up, because this ride is going to be a doozy, and I already know it, and the story has just begun. I am constantly drawn to successful, handsome men who fall head over heels for me and do all the things I could dream of to win my affection in return. Sounds like a dream, right?

But hold on to your panties, ladies, because these guys aren’t your typical prince charmings. Nope, they’re narcissists. And guess what? Now I’m going dates with them on purpose! I don’t seek them out, they find me, and rather than immediately, turning down, I simply stick around long enough to journal about the red flags.

Now, some of you may be thinking, “Why the hell would someone willingly subject themselves to dating a narcissist?” Well, friends, let me tell you – it’s all for the sake of education, entertainment and training purposes only.

You see, I, like many women out there, have been taken advantage of by narcissistic men in the past. But instead of wallowing in self-pity and bitterness, I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands. I’m dating these men as a social experiment to learn their ways, document the red flags as they happen, and ultimately teach women how to be in control. I mean…what could possibly go wrong?

I will be writing this journal in real time, and sharing past stories of my spectacular dating failures along the way. So obviously, I don’t even know how this ends. Maybe it’s a journal of my ultimate demise, maybe I fall prey to one of these men, or even worse, fall in love because I am not as tuned in as I think I am. But, I doubt it, Fuck, I eat red flags for breakfast.

And let me tell you, the red flags are already flying high…and it has only been a few short weeks. Love bombing, jealousy, and a sense of entitlement – these guys have it all. But I’m not one to back down from a challenge. As an entrepreneur who owns multiple companies in male dominated markets, I know a thing or two about taking charge.

So join me on this potentially haphazardness roller coaster. Let’s take a page out of these narcissist’s play books and learn how to be in control, no matter the situation. Who knows, you may even pick up a few dating tips along the way (but let’s be real, probably not from them).

#red flags #dating #covert narcissism #gaslighting #entrepreneurship #abuse survivor #abuse recovery #narcissticabuseawareness #domestic violent relationships #healing from trauma #ptsd flashbacks

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missmisandrytabletalk · 2 months

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If somebody wants to know how patriarchy looks like post-secularism in the modern times, then pls proceed to watch the Indian film "Animal".. but a pirated version on an illegal site ofc cause u don't want those sick filmmakers and writers to profit off of this abhorrently wicked of a misogynistic crap. I can't believe the bollywood industry has still not put a ban on ANY of the films this arsehole of a director has created. And the major thing that irks and concerns me is that how in the world any of those female actresses have agreed to work with a chauvinistic bigot on a film that glorifies and romanticises domestic violence, marital rape, cheating/illicit affairs, objectification of women, daddy issues, mental disorders, men having viking-like demeanour and a fuck boi persona & justifies child abuse, homicides, assault & mistreatment of women, inculcating Islamophobia and the list literally goes on. And then they are the same women you see advocating for equality and preaching about feminism like nah babe you should take your pseudo and performative feminism somewhere else cause this ain't doing shit! This is why i say that we NEED misandry more than anything in this world. This would be our only redemption arc.

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vintagexherry · 6 months

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Look-a-Like

Yandere!Nathan Bateman x Reader

//Obsessive themes, Non-con, OOC (?) Nathan, Domestic Violence (like 1 slap), god complex, delusional, unprotected sex

A/N: Watched Ex-Machina like last month and wanted to write for him, the new theme may or may not inpsired by him

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You paused, your eyes trained at the robot standing in front of you, copying your posture.The robot, or rather Nathan, has a peticular sense of fashion. Fashion in the sense of the robot wearing a sexy version of a french maid outfit.

Your eyes may roam around it's body but the face always caught your attention.

"...That's me"

"Glad your eyes can still work," He boredly mused.

"Is... Is there a reason for it to look like me?" You hesitantly look away from the piercing gaze of the robot to look at Nathan, loughing at the couch in front of you, drinking the whiskey the robot gave.

"Can't I surprise my secretary?"

"Well, surprise is what you exactly did."

He huffed a laugh at your words. He didn't say anything else and stood up next to you to admire the robot in front of you. Although a bit wobbily in his steps, he is somehow still able to stand up straight. The power of this man is questionable.

You both looked at the robot, you busy wondering the actions of Nathan while Nathan himself is just admiring his handiwork.

"Does my look-a-like really need to be wearing that?"

"You're right..." Nathan said

"thank yo-"

"....Shoulda made it only wear the apron."

You looked at Nathan in annoyance, but he doesn't seem to care. Typical.

Working with him has been hectic. You first started as a temporary assistant until he had given you a promotion to be his official secretary. The pay is great, and living conditions are stable.

As stable as Nathan can be.

During your work, you had to go to another country to attend a seminar that Nathan didn't want to go to. Coming back after a month, you were surprised to find a robot version of you.

Specifically an maid.

You let out a sigh and took out a tablet.

"Anyway, the seminar went great, and the company you've been wanting to work with has approved of your proposal." You said as you swipe around the tablet.

Nathan didn't really seem to mind what you said and just looked at you.

"Something the matter sir?"

"Thought I told you to just call me Nathan sweetheart?"

"And I thought I told you to not call me that."

"Touché" He huffed but smirked nonetheless.

Suddenly, he stood up straigther seemingly to remember something.

"Why are you still in business attire? C'mon, as much as I find that skirt hot, It would be much better for you to change and relax with me."

You seem to think over his words, I mean, you just came back from a flight from another country, then another to a helicopter to his house, and you are feeling the effect of jetlag so maybe his right.

But you're not gonna tell him that. You don't wanna feed his ego.

With that, you sighed and accepted his request to change. He informed you that your luggage has already been transported to your room, and clothes are freshly prepared.

"Once you change, meet me outside for dinner." He didn't wait for your reply since he already started going on his own way, and you didn't waste your time going to your own.

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"Oh wow... Is this your "welcome back" party for me? I must say, Im impressed. " You mused as you walk into the dining area, the space filled with soft lights, and the table is decorated with candles. It seems like the food hasn't arrived yet.

"Glad you're properly 'surprised' now." Nathan says as he sits down at the head of the table, waiting for you to sit.

You sat down adjacent to him.

"So tell me about your travel, what was the place like?"

"Well, where should I start? The place looked wonderful as ever, fancy chandeliers and so, although the food wasn't really my taste." You chuckled at your own words, remembering the appetizer almost making you vomit during that time.

"Oh and the CEO of the company you worked with, gentleman really, he and his wife been planning to travel out of the country and-"

"Yea, im gonna stop you there." He suddenly interrupted you.

You flinched at his actions, wondering if you did or said anything wrong. Sure you and Nathan are close but as Nathan could be, his unpredictable and you? Just a secretary working under him.

"The place? I was asking about the place?" He said his eyebrows raising a bit as if to note the obvious.

"O-oh yea, the place, really nice, they had a chocolate fountain and uh... White chocolate fountain in there, and um... A garden... With a fountain," you stated, unsure of what to really say about the place since you were busy trying to talk to people. You know Nathan could have mood swings. The first he could be jolly as they could be, but the next, he could snap you in half.

"Fountain huh. Pretty is it? Let's Say that if I build a fountain right outside where I workout, will that make you stay?"

You sigh.

This conversation.

You had this with him before. You hope your appetite could stay until the food comes.

"I told you, Nathan, Im a secretary, you gave me that position, and I work for it, and Im sure as hell that secretaries don't just stay in one place." You gently tried to reprimand him.

"And how many times do I tell you that you could just do all those work here?"

"I did try to invite you to come with me, Nathan. I mean, living here secluded of human interaction isn't really healthy." You know for a fact that your look-a-like robot did more work than serve him whiskey. You try not to dwell too much on that thought, not wanting to ruin your own appetite.

"Human interaction? You're the only interaction I only need." He said as if its the most obvious things in the world.

"Nathan-"

You were cut of when the robot look-a-like arrived with a tray of Rosttiere Chicken and, on the other hand, a bowl of smooth mashed potato.

Seems like your appetite didn't really go. The smell of the chicken seemed to bring it back.

But you swear you can never get used to the sight of yourself serving you.

After placing the food onto the table with a bottle of wine between you two, you started to dig in.

"You know, I planned to shut her down and bring Kiyoka back."

You hummed in acknowledgement, your mouth still filled with food.

"But seeing a version of you in a maid outfit is eye-catching," He said jokingly, laughing at your reaction.

"I really only made her on a rush once you left, so I haven't programmed her to talk. Heh, you should have seen the outfits I tried on her. You should try it too."

You rolled your eyes as his words. He never held back with his comments, even admitting he had sexual fantisies of you. You guess your used at this point.

"And get humiliated? No thank you."

You both chuckeled.

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"....And yes, we will update the software within the upcoming week....No....I told you it's not a bug, and all you have to do is restart it, No sir I'm not being disrespectful"

Nathan watches you from the CCTV as you talk to another secretary from another company on your phone while you pace around the living room.

It's already 9'o clock in the night and Nathan just finished fucking your look-a-like since you too busy being "Im your secretary,not your fuck toy" typa gal. Sheesh ever heard of fun?

He sighed as he watched you end the call frustratingly and lightly threw it on the bed. After that, you head to your bathroom to get ready for bed.

With that, he shut off his computer and leaned back on his chair.

His eyes turn to look at the robot lying down behind him. He really should pat his own back for this one. He even captured how your sleeping face looked like, and he could feel himself getting hard again.

Maybe he should really start programming the robot with a voice, but he never really heard you moan...

Fuck... If only he could.

If only you could stop being a bitch and listen to him once. Sure, he gave you that position, but the least you could do was thank him. He once tried removing you from that position but the next thing he knew was his schedule and meetings all messed up.

Damn you for being good at your job.

He let out an angry sigh before forcefully dragging the robot to his bed and pushing her to lay down.

Your face gazes back at him with want, of course it would, he made her to look at him like that.

But would you really look at that to him?

He shakes his thoughts off and proceded to do what he do best.

He dropped his pants to the floor and started mounting 'you', kissed 'you', caressed 'you'.... Made love to 'you'

But try as he might, its not working.

It was'nt moaning, it wasn't calling out his name, it wasn't touching him like he wants too.

IT wasn't YOU

Before he could even think, he pulled out, punching the face of your imposter, pulling out the fake skin it holds and ruining his own work.

But he doesn't seem to care.

Metallic parts are flying everywhere, his angry shouts and grunts fill the room as rage plows through his fist onto the robot's face and body.

He doesn't know how long it has been. But once he regained himself, Nathan find himself looking down at smashed metallic parts and his knuckles bruised and bleeding.

He didn't even realized he was panting.

Fuck you.

And your pretty face

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It was morning, the soft sun rays fill the room with light, and you we in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the two of you.

Weirdly enough the look-a-like isn't here nor is Kyoko, but you don't mind, having a moment without robots can be healing. Maybe Nathan should try it.

Speaking of Nathan, here he comes.

But you froze in your place.

"Nathan? Are you alright? Your knuckles..." You turned off the stove to drive your attention fully to him, you lift his hands to your level with surprising ease from him.

His knuckles are shaded with different red, blues and purple, and is that a piece of metal?

"What were you doing last night? Come on, I'll fix you. Breakfast can wait." Without waiting for his answer you held his hand and lend him to your room.

You took your card on the other hand opened your door.

"Go ahead and sit, I'll find my aid supply." With that you left him be and went to your bathroom to look for the said aid.

Nathan didn't really sleep well last night, too busy rampaging his emotions on that one robot, then he had to clean it out. Cleaning, I mean by pushing the wasted robot off the bed and dusting off his pillows. As of right now that robot's remains are laying right on his floor in a pile of metal.

That's what it's all is.

A pile of metal.

Something that he shouldn't be proud of, and that's saying something.

His a creator, a god even. Why is his creation isn't as perfect as it should be?

Well, maybe because he just created a copy. An unoriginal work. An imposter.

He didn't sleep well that night with his thoughts drifting into dark waters. His thoughts would drown into treacherous waters and he finally slept when he finally thought of his Lighthouse. His home.

You.

You lifting his hands to check his injuries, you leading him to your own domain just to treat him without hesitation. Oh,his lighthouse, just there to save him.

He didn't even realize you came back, only he did when you kneeled down while he sat up.

"Alright give me your hand."

He silently obeyed, and you proceeded to take out cotton balls and clean off any dried and leaking blood.

"You're awfully quiet today, didn't sleep well?" You questioned as you finish of cleaning his knuckles.

"Something like that..." His own voice surprised him, it was all throaty and rough. I mean that would explain the screaming and shouting he did.

He watched you as you finally took the bandage and started wrapping it around his injuries. Your soft hands encompasses his cold and unforgiving ones.

Once you finally finished, you cleaned and closed the aid box and stood up from your place.

"Alright big man, no punching the bag for awhile. You can go ahead and finish breakfast, I'll clean up real quick." You notified him as you start standing up.

You didn't go far since toned arms wrapped around your figure and stopped your movements, hugging you close.

"Nathan?"

"I..." He doesn't know what say. Doesn't even know how to start.

Odd.

You stopped your movements and observe him closer. Your hands put down the aid box and without thinking you placed you hands on either sides of his face lightly.

The feeling of your touch is enough to wake him up. Honestly, a robot? Why create something do useless when there's you in front of him. Why make that robot serve him when you could be doing it instead. That bitch of a imposter really deserved that beating.

Plus, he's been a saint. Being patient, giving you a promotion, caring for you especially after a long flight.

And you?

Ungrateful.

Caring, yes.

But ungrateful.

Sure, he's thankful for the aid you did for him, but honestly, you could do better

"Nath- Ah!"

Your vision suddenly flipped, and you find yourself laying down on your bed and Nathan on top of you.

"N-Nathan!" You exclaimed, not expecting to be flipped to lie down.

"I've been nice, really nice... But you really push me to the breaking point here, sweetheart. I've given you a job that every technician out there wishes for, and you can't even show how grateful you are." He seethes, his temper rising slowly, yet voice is calm. His gripping your wrist at each side of your head, and you can't help but whimper in pain.

"Nathan wh-"

"Shut up, you ran your mouth enough"

He didn't waste time ripping off your shirt and pants off of you. You shouted his name to stop him, but it did nothing but come out of the other ear.

"Nathan stop!"

"I've made you work in luxury for so so so long, even did a better job than anyone else. But you just had to ruin it with that of your stuck-up attitude."

With that, he finally dove into your lips, kissing you roughly, uncaring your whimpers of pain.

You're nothing but confused. Yes, Nathan is unpredictable, but this is another level.

Nathan finally let go of your lips and you inhale back the air you need.

"Na-Nathan ple-"

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

Your vision suddenly swerved to the side, the next, a stinging pain to your cheek.

He slapped you.

How did a peaceful day of making breakfast turn to this?

Nathan saw your silence as a sign to continue tugging down your undergarments.

You knew talking is futile, so you tried moving your body out of his grasp.

"Stop moving or I'll fucking chain you into the bed."

You stopped, but you can't stop the tears from sliding down your face.

Nathan finally removed your bra and panties, leaving you bare before him, still with his own clothes.

He moved your wrists on top of your head and held it with one hand, the other groped your breasts roughly.

"Shit... Softer than I imagined." He didn't try hiding the memorization in his voice.

Maybe you were right, the lack of human interaction really fucked him up but, he was also right. You're the only human interaction he needs.

Nathan ignores your desperate squirming when his hands let go of your breast and lead down a path to your pelvis.

"No-no please Nathan please!"

"Don't make this harder for yourself"

He said with a snap as he fingered your slit gathering whatever he could to finger you properly.

You squirmed even more, trying to free your hand from his hold but, with it he only tightened it, making you wince from the grip.

"This is better than every robot combined, and that's saying something, you should be proud."

Nathan didn't want to waste anymore time. He untied the string of his sweatpants and pulled it down, revealing his dick to you, and you can't help but start to cry.

Once again, your cries are ignored.

Nathan can be patient, working with electronics and expirementing A.I is no easy feat.

But that all crumbled away with you.

He didn't waste a single second thrusting into you, before you could scream, he quickly dove to your lips. Devouring your whimpers and moans of pain along with it.

Tears stream down your face onto the pillow, wetting it, but Nathan could only focus on what's wetting his dick.

His pace is rough and desperate, longing to feel you even more. His lips couldn't stop occupying yours. Finally, he let go of your lips, letting you gasp in a breath. As he thrusts into you more, his hand went from holding your waist to flicking your clit with his thumb, making you moan louder.

Your sounds did nothing but encourage him further, his pace faster, signaling his close

You couldn't help but tense at the feeling, clenching down on his cock while you came, your legs shake from the action, making him spur even further.

"Shit shit sh- Fuck!"

He quickly pulled out letting his spend paint your skin white.

Some of the warm liquid trickles down to your stomach and drip to your sides. His eyes mesmirized with the sight of you, all messed up and dazed from orgasm.

Nathan always prides himself with his accomplishments, his company, his riches and his robots.

But nothing could make him more proud than destroying that look-a-like and finally having you the way he wanted too.

#nathan bateman #oscar issac characters #oscar isaac #tw obsessive behavior #tw noncon #tw yancore #tw yandere #domestic violent relationships #tw abuse #Ex-machina #unprotected sex

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soberscientistlife · 3 months

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End it all!!!

#domestic violent relationships

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2012wannabe · 10 months

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untitled

wc: 1658

cw: f!reader x abusive bf, physical/emotional abuse, Abby takes care of reader

an: tbh I don’t really like this nor do I have a title. I might add some pics like I usually do later but all in all not that great 🥴🥴 if y’all have feedback or a title feel free to lmk

Notes for my fanfiction

“Hey- what’s that on your neck?” Abby asked. Your mind flailed for something to say, you weren’t expecting her to show up at your door.

“It’s nothing. What happened? Did someone drop out of night patrol?”

“That’s unimportant now. It looks like you have bruises on your neck.”

“Just from fighting.” Please buy it, please buy it. Abby’s eyes narrowed.

“You don’t look so good, can I just check it?” You swallowed and let her in, hands shaking slightly.

“It’s all good I promise.” Abby moved the cloth of your sweater to reveal more bruising forming handprints.

“Fuck you have literal hand prints on your neck, why didn’t you go to the infirmary for this?”

“It’s nothing.” You said weakly.

“Did someone hurt you?”

“No.” Your brain was spiraling, the stress, sleep deprivation, and your injury all starting to compound at once.

“If it was infected, why didn’t you just go get it checked out? No one would have questioned it, but you hid it.” Abby pressed, her worry growing.

“He didn’t mean it, okay!” You snapped. Oh fuck.

“He didn’t mean it?” She said incredulously, immediately figuring out who ‘he’ was. Her heart was in her shoes and she fought the urge to just scoop you up in her arms.

“Yeah, we’re fine now.”

“Fine? Have you seen yourself?”

“Yup.” You said weakly.

“At least let me look at it, get you ice and pain meds.”

“Ok.” You sighed. Abby examined the bruising,

“When did this happen?”

“Last night.”

“I can tell. Let me get some stuff, don’t leave.” You trembled as she left, wanting to cry. She returned just as quick as she left, applying ice to the worst of the bruises.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it, now tell me about this person who left those marks on your neck.”

“I think you know.”

“Yeah, I do. But I’m asking anyway. Why are you still with him?”

“He’s fine, it was my fault anyway. I’m trying to be better.”

“It’s not your fault!” Abby said raising her voice suddenly. You flinched causing her heart to drop even more. Muttering an apology, she continued.

“He’s been putting you through hell and here you are trying to be better for him. He doesn’t deserve you.” You stuttered and searched for words but could only come up with a pathetic sounding,

“Really?”

“Yes, really. So please stop blaming yourself for his actions. They are all on him.”

“He always says it my fault.”

“And that’s what he wants you to believe. Because deep down inside he knows he messed up big time.” You blushed and muttered a thanks feeling embarrassed. She fixed your hair behind your ear and gently held your face.

“He hurt you, and he needs to pay for that.” Abby said sweetly.

“Can you stay with me a little bit?”

“Of course.” She said, looking at you love with overwhelming love in her eyes. Abby loved you with her whole heart and soul and though she would never admit it she despised your boyfriend and achingly wished it was her you were with. She kept her feelings to herself because she valued your friendship too much and seeing what he did to you just made her heart shatter into a million pieces. She knew she couldn’t make you leave him, that that had to be a decision you made on your own but she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to be holding your hand every step of the way. You reached forward and hugged her, sinking into her embrace.

“I’ll take care of you today, okay.” Abby said sweetly. You nodded.

“I don’t deserve your kindness.” You said softly and quietly.

“Oh honey, you deserve more. But seriously, you need to leave him. And if there’s anything at all you need help with, I’ll help you. Just let me know okay?” You nodded and thanked her.

“It’s nothing really, you should go lay down and rest.” Abby said.

“He’s going to be back from his assignment soon, can I stay the night with you?” You said, biting your lip.

“Absolutely.” Abby said. She brought you back to her room and showed you where everything was. You started to walk toward her bedroom but stopped to say,

“This might sound dumb but can you lay with me?” You asked with your head down. Your mind chastised you for wanting affection, being so needy as to ask. But Abby wasn’t like him.

“Of course, whatever you need.” She said following you into bed. Slipping off her shoes, she laid next you hooking her strong arm around your waist and holding you close. Using her other hand, Abby stroked your hair and admired you. You looked so peaceful sleeping. It wasn’t long before you both drifted to sleep.

When morning came, Abby awoke to an empty bed and worry started to form in her chest. She looked around for you and her heart dropped again when she realized you must have gone back to where you and your boyfriend lived.

Approaching your door, she winced hearing him yell through the door. Raising her hand to bang on the door she braced herself for what was going on behind the door. You opened the door and her heart broke again. You were disheveled and quite frankly looked like you were about to cry.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“I just didn’t want him to worry when he came home to an empty room. He’s a little upset right now but it’ll be okay.” Abby knew it wouldn’t be okay and forced herself through the doorway. One of the perks of being Issac’s right hand man, no one wanted to fuck with you. He approached the both of you and asked,

“Hey Abby. What’s going on?”

“Nothing… I just wanted to check on the both of you.” His features morphed into a confused expression and you could immediately tell what he was thinking.

“Well everything is fine.” He said grabbing you by your side, pretending you didn’t wince when he did so.

“Do you mind if I grab her for a bit? Just need some help downstairs. Got a few people at the wall.” She lied. There were people at the wall but getting you out was her priority. He looked like he wanted to decline but he couldn’t say no so he reluctantly let you go. Leaving down the hall going into her room she said,

“Did he hit you again? You winced when he grabbed your side.” You looked down to avoid her eyes and she said,

“I think you know what I’m going to say.”

“I don’t know, it’s just a lot and I really do care about him.”

“He tried to strangle you. What if he didn’t stop and he killed you?

“I want to say he would never do that but I can’t. He was always so kind to me, you know? And then all of a sudden he wasn’t. He started to yell at me, and then he started to hit me. I tried talking to him about it but he won’t stop.”

“You realize that that’s abuse right?”

“Yeah but-“

“There are no buts.” Abby said trying to contain her anger. You deserved so much better than that disgusting man.

“But he says he loves me and that I mean the world to him. I can’t give that up.”

“Would you hit someone you love?” She asked.

“Well,” you tried to respond.

“Would you?”

“No.” You said quietly.

“You’re going to have to break up with him then.” She said firmly.

“What if I love him?”

“Do you want to spend the rest of your life with someone who hurts you?”

“No.” You say, your voice getting even smaller.

“Then you know what you need to do. You deserve someone who’ll never even think about putting their hands on you. Never ever.” You smiled a small smile and let your hand interlock with hers.

“I’ll make sure you’ll never see him again, okay?”

“Thank you Abs.”

“Always. Is it okay if I get Mel or Nora for your side?”

“Mel, please.” You said, sitting on her couch.

“Okay.” Abby turned to leave but you stopped her suddenly.

“What happened?”

“Can I show you something?” You said suddenly getting very nervous and picking at the skin on your thumb.

“Yeah, of course.” You nod and start to take off your pants to reveal horrendously dark bruising on your legs going up to your crotch with cuts littering the space. Abby gasped and was so horrified she could cry.

“Oh my god…” You looked down.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll get you all the help you need, okay?” Before you can respond, there is a knock on the door and you jump. You scramble to decide whether to show Mel or not but the look on Abby’s face gives you your answer. You go to talk but you just burst into tears uncontrollably. You slump on the couch and hide your face as she lets Mel in. You look up at Abby and Mel and Mel’s jaw just drops looking at you. You start to cry again as Mel starts to work on your wounds and Abby holds your hand the entire time.

“What happened to her?” Mel asks going to get more supplies. Abby explains and Mel’s face drops. Mel continues to treat your injuries and Abby stays by your side the entire time. When Mel eventually leaves, you and Abby sit in silence for a bit.

“You okay?”

“I will be.” You say as Abby gives you a comforting hug.

“I’m gonna break up with him.” You whisper in her ear still hugging her muscular body.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“Thank you. So much. For everything.”

“Still it’s nothing. I love you.” You smile.

“I love you too.” She releases you from her embrace and asks,

“Want to stay here again tonight?”

“Please.”

#eliwrites #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson fic #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #abuse cw #domestic violent relationships #physical abuse #emotional abuse #hurt/comfort

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