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#little bit of a vent
cebwrites · 2 years
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Severing rotted roots
law and yamato help their respective partners through the decision to be rid of toxic “family”
gn reader, cw: abusive parents word count: 1.7k
You pace your room, chewing on your bottom lip. You’re not sure if you want to cry or scream, but there is a mounting urge to break something. Your eyes gloss over the area absentmindedly and shake your head. No, not worth it.
This is the last straw, you tell yourself, you won’t take it anymore. Not the disrespect, not the belittling, not the constant undermining of your dignity and autonomy. You’re done, enough of their cruel games and power plays. The only issue is breaking it to the person that’s gradually ruined your life since as far as you could remember.
Law
Your captain finds you faced down on your bed when he enters - he’d asked Bepo earlier to inquire about your whereabouts during dinner but you sent the polar bear away with incessant refusal to explain
Now, the crew was worried, and Law wasn’t going to silence or an empty stomach for an answer
He’d knock and announce that he was coming in, stubbornly seating himself in the chair you’d spent hours in working until you at least looked at him, waiting for you to answer the question hanging in the air
When that doesn’t work, he begins “lightly” jabbing you with Kikoku’s handle instead
You sit up with a disgruntled squawk, huffing at your captain’s pettiness
Law spares you a twitch of a smile, but it’s brief
“Wanna explain why you’ve been avoiding chores, meals, and cooping yourself in here all day?”
You give him an obvious look of ‘no’ but also knew that whenever your boyfriend was this adamant something, you’d have better luck drawing blood from stone than getting him to change his mind
In this case, rightfully so, since it seemed to pertain to your emotional state, you start gnawing on the tip of your nail, chipping it’s polish
“__, talk to me. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
He puts his hand on your thigh and you don’t pull away, but aren’t looking at his face either
You fight the sting behind your eyes and curse the way your cheeks flare up whenever you get like this, it makes you feel weak and you can’t stand it, especially not in front of them
Law’s gaze softens; he’s familiar with this emotional struggle and retracts his hand, he doesn’t leave entirely but does allow you space, you curse as you angrily wipe the moisture from your eyes, refusing to look at your captain or let him see your face
You’re grateful for such a patient partner, eventually composing yourself enough to be comfortable with letting him in - you call out his name and you have all his attention, it’s never left since the moment he entered your room - Law gets the message; he shuffles his boots to sit with you against the wall, you hesitantly seat yourself between his legs and he lets you
Though you thought you’d put a lid on them earlier, the tears start once more as you explain the situation at home to your captain, about the conditions that lead you to flee in the first place, how your parent would act on the surface to others and the wretched person they were to you alone - ice fill Law’s veins at the recollection of each horrible memory
You end it off with a strained chuckle, sniffling as you tell him that setting out to sea was the best decision you ever made because you were miserable there and besides, it eventually lead you to him, to this crew - to your real family, the fact that your parent was trying to sink their claws back into you now, to “fix” your life of piracy, is only a testament to how they never cared in the first place 
At least not for the person you really were, only the one they wanted you to be - the version of a child that never existed to begin with that only served to live in your parent’s head as an ideal to compare you to, someone you’d never be
He’s hesitant to accept this as the end to it and offers if there’s anything he or the Heart Pirates at large could to, brushing your hair aside to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, arms wrapped tightly around you You feel safe here in his arms, you’ve never been happier in fact, but now that your past rears it’s ugly head again in the form of your parent threatening to call the navy on your new family even, you think about all the unhappiness and anguish from that accursed island that lead you down this path in the first place - the path of a ‘filthy pirate’, in their words. Red flashes in your vision for a moment, thinking about how those people having the gall to refer to your real family like that, the folks who took you in and cared for you when they’d shunned you out. You lift your head from Law’s chest, taking comfort in the steady beat of your partner’s heart as you wiped the last of the tears from your eyes - right, your mind was made. “They threatened us with the navy if I didn’t comply. A threat on our crew, captain.” Law raises an eyebrow, almost as if it were a challenge to accept, you make yourself comfortable in the crook of his neck, feeling the curl of that mischievous smile against the crown of your head as your partner gives it another kiss. “Yeah? Lets torch it to the ground.”
Yamato
He knows a thing or two about tyrannical parents
Getting to that point with him, though, could be a little tricky depending on how much you want to open up
Dense as he may appear (or is) sometimes, Yamato’s got a keen eye for sniffing out your emotions, especially if you’re feeling down
Like any good boyfriend, he wants to cheer you up! He wants to make you smile that gorgeous smile of yours again
When all his usual antics don’t work, he gets worried, even more so when you start putting on a fake smile and letting others around you not to fret because everything’s fine, really
Yamato doesn’t buy it, and he’s going to hound you for the real answer until you cough it up, no matter how much you try to push him away or dodge the subject he’s still hot on your tail
It’s not until you put your foot down and proper tell him to leave you alone that he pauses for a minute and straightens up, you immediately regret raising your voice like that but your body moves of it’s own accord and before you know it you’re running in the opposite direction; Yamato doesn’t follow you this time
You feel it’s deserved
Over the next few days, you hear snickers and whispers of a ‘lover’s spat’ between Kaido’s son and his partner, some rumors even going so far as to say that you were nothing more than a fling that he lost interest in once you started disobeying the “young master’s” will
You bite your tongue and hold your head up high at every turn, you had enough to put up with once you got home, you couldn’t afford to let the opinions of some replaceable lower grunts who didn’t know any better affect your judgement
Easier said than done, though
You cross paths with Yamato again after another screaming match with your parents that leaves you emotionally, physically, drained and worse for wear
He knocks his sandal against the tree you’ve managed to climb up on and wordlessly opens his arms once he has your attention
You leap into his embrace without hesitation, apologizing over and over again for your outburst last week while the stream of tears start once more and you try your best to coherently explain the reasons you’ve been so agitated lately, how you he’s the last person you meant to hurt but being around them - your supposed “guardian”, just made you feel so helpless and miserable
Through all of this, he’s attentive and patient, he hangs on every word, smoothing out your hair, situating you snugly between his legs as he makes himself comfortable against the tree’s trunk
There’s an unreadable look on his face when you look up at him after, staring far off into the distance, hand still cradling your head to the crook of his neck - you hedge a question if he’s still mad at you and he springs back to life, denying all possibly
“What?! __, I’d never be mad at you, not for this of all things!”
He takes your hands in his and you can see the sincerity in his eyes, how desperately he wants to convey these feelings to you, you allow yourself a breath of relief and a small mirthless chuckle
Instantly Yamato relaxes upon seeing your smile again, he cups your cheek and your lips meet after what feel like an eternity apart during this brief rift between the two of you - you pray that it’s the last
For a long while, he just holds you in silence, and you let him, loved and safe in his wonderful, big strong arms
You would begin to drift if not for the rumble in his chest He starts telling you about how he spent his childhood, locked away after that fateful day 20 years ago, and how he’s been cursed by these shackles ever since; his dreams to see the world, his hopes that you’d be willing to join him, his yearning to finally leave this godforsaken island. You understand the sentiment all too well. “__, what do you want to do? You know I’ll be here for you, no matter what you choose.” His eyes are glazed over again as he speaks, but you know you have Yamato’s undivided attention, alongside his unconditional love. You push a lock of your boyfriend’s strangely colored hair behind his ear, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek; his smile returns. “I want to confront them.” He takes your hand in his, palm callous but warm. “Okay, lets go.”
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ayatos-wife · 1 year
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first love
xiao x reader| angst no fluff| i wrote this during class lol finished at home| read the end 😂
you first met him with the traveler. he didn't seem like a nice one but over time he did seem to get softer. he would help you with anything you needed. always to answer your calls as fast as he can. he would even walk you home. when you talked with him it seem like finally someone will listen to you. there was no one like him. and soon enough you both fell in love.
but even though both of you knew no one would confesses. it was the fist time you ever fell in love and it was amazing. so you just went for it and hope for the best.
"xiao i have to tell you somthing"
"what is it?"
"i like you"
"... sorry i have to go"
he never answered you back. and that was the last time he ever talked to you.
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fun fact: this is how my first love went. i still like him and its been over a year. he was great but when i told him i liked him he ghosted me. now he talks to a other girl. i knew he liked me but idk ig he wasnt ready. im not mad or upset just wished i ever said anything. :/
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irritablepoe · 6 months
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Tomorrow will be so stressful so I don't wanna go to sleep but also I don't want to be tired bc I know that I'll be even more tired after having blood taken. also it's my mum's bday tomorrow and aahhhh i still have to sign up for my bachelor's topic (might do that the day after though, I'm very anxious about this despite it being only like a 5 min thing) and also I still have to wrap the gifts😭 all of this could've been avoided if I'd been more organised, what the fuck happened to me😤✋
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loopspoop · 5 months
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The hardest bit about this AU is wanting to draw everything but having not background/character skill whatsoever but not wanting to practice because I want the good art now not in a few months/a year
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Watching Breadwinners on Paramount Plus is great and all, but it doesn’t come close to watching it on Nickelodeon.
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oraclebell17 · 1 year
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hold Arval gently. like plushie.
trying to figure out stuff that frustrates me irl, so i hold them while i do that...
today has felt really long for me but i'm trying!! doing my best!!! also being really thankful for people that have supported me, both online and irl...
making a diary out of this now eheh........ while i'm here, maybe i'll reccomend to listen to Holy Land of Lythos bc it's a nice track
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atlas-affogato · 1 year
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You will never understand Little Dark Age like I do
(I was forced into the closet in high school because my parents are transphobic and haven't processed it at all)
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meddlesomedragon · 2 years
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Can there be one piece of media about a wlw couple that isn't a tragedy? Where they get to grow old together and have a happily ever after?
Where the relationship isn't illicit or one of them is cheating on a deadbeat/absent husband?
I don't even care if it's not well written. I just want two gay women to have a happy ending
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chlefnikkl · 2 days
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rant time
I LOVE TATTOOS, ESPICALLY CHEST TATTOOS. the ones where they peak out of the shirt.... their fingers having tattoos... their arms having tattoos. RAHHH i will gobble that shit UP.
ok but seriously a woman having tattoos is the hottest thing alive. fictional men having tattoos as well???? HEY DZADDY.
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bemejaybee · 25 days
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Me, looking at the ever growing pile of evidence that I have DID (or at least alters): hm. But have you considered that this is fake and clearly you’re exaggerating and it’s something else and you’re not able to talk to anyone about it at this exact moment so why even bother considering it
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dyrehound · 3 months
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i just like queer characters :)
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sierra0451 · 5 months
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Weird. Now that I have a few minutes where I'm not being overworked, I actually want to play games again.
It feels weird-
Cuz, like, I thought I was just losing interest in games and wanting to gravitate more towards movies, but no. I was simply too burnt out and exhausted to want to play any sort of games at all; especially ones like Doom, Half-Life, Halo, or Ultrakill that take a lot of focus to do well in.
Really has me thinking, to be sure. Maybe I'll eventually want to get back to writing and doing music as well :D
Eventually.
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selfship-nyx · 5 months
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Man it's so hard to even just pretend fake people could love me, I keep finding myself going "that's a nice thought but it wouldn't be true" about f/o scenarios involving unconditional love or understanding
I am in. such a mental state
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eggiesalads · 8 months
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That transfem urge to :(
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moonastargazer · 10 months
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I finished "How to Steal Like an Artist" by Austin Kleon. This was the first time I've ever tried taking notes about a book while I was reading it, and tbh it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Probably because the book is actually pretty short. It was a really helpful book and I'll probably look through it and go back to it a lot.
Some of the things in the book really stood out to me personally were the parts about only taking things from other artists that really really speak to your very being. I used to just try to generally emulate anything I found on pinterest if I thought it could help me, and narrowing my inspirations down to like a handfull artists and other media helped to give me a sense of stylistic direction. The other super major thing that stood out to me was the part called "Quit picking fights and go make something." I never "picked fights" on twitter myself, but I did look at discourse a lot and now I realize how harmful that really was. I used to spend hours thinking about discourse when I could have been drawing. I couldn't not try to figure out who was right and wrong in any given situation and it would eat at me for ages. There's still random discourse that just randomly pop into my head and I can't stop myself from thinking about it or talking to someone about it. Most things people argue about on twitter don't really matter. Even when there's discourse about something that does matter, I could probably find a video essay on youtube that's more researched, better worded, and more nuanced than some random Twitter users' takes about the subject. I'm going to continue to stay away from twitter for a while so I can get out of the toxic mindset I used to have, and maybe I'll gain a better outlook on social media as a whole. Also, the author's last name reminds me of Kecleon the pokemon and I thought that was funny.
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flojouno · 1 year
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i’ve been streaming for years. my big boost of passion started with smplive with iamty (and eventually fitba). now it’s weird seeing both of them essentially move on and quit streaming (fitba still streams but he doesn’t want to grow or anything). hearing them talk about leaving social media and how they’re happier now makes me wonder so hard. is this worth it? should i give up? i haven’t made too much progress,, i have time to. idk. i’ve dedicated so much to this and i don’t know what im doing anymore. blehh.
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