#tw verbal abuse

[riality-check]

TW: past verbal and emotional abuse

The Harrington house is a game of perfection.

Steve has known this fact for as long as he can remember. There is a right way, a narrow way, a rigid way, of doing things. Numbers dictate all: rebounds, points, and assists for basketball, new PRs in freestyle and backstroke for swim. The numbers themselves do not matter; all that does is that they grow and shrink appropriately.

Infinite growth is not sustainable; not for Steve's stats, not for Richard's stocks. Both of them strive for it anyway.

The house must be clean. The parties can't be busted. The people of Hawkins will only say good things about the Harrington family. Gloria strives for these things, day in and day out.

The Harrington house is also a game of Perfection.

Steve hated that game growing up. The one with the little yellow pieces and the blue board. He was never able to get all the pieces in the right spot before the board spit them all back out.

It made a ticking noise, like a time bomb. Steve doesn't know when he started associating that sound with his parents.

It fits. It fits almost too well. They're fine, at least for a little while. The ticking starts quiet, then grows louder and louder until everything blows up.

The thing is, in Perfection, that the board blows up even if you put all the pieces in the right spots in time. The thing is, in the Harrington house, that everything blows up even if Steve does everything right.

The ticking lasts for days sometimes, weeks others. It's impossible, random, and impossibly random.

The only consistent thing is the board blowing up. And when that happens, so does the shouting.

The Party thinks that Tommy and Carol taught Steve to be cruel. That they're the ones who taught him how to bare his fangs and spit venom. That once he left them, the rage left him.

He's okay with letting them think that. It's easier than explaining that Richard and Gloria are the ones who taught him how to snap and shout, how to tear holes in other people with a few well-spoken barbs.

When Steve thinks of his parents, he thinks of fighting. He thinks of his father calling him useless and his mother calling him an idiot. He thinks of his mother calling his father dirt and his father calling his mother a bitch.

There are never any apologies. "I'm sorry" is never said in the Harrington house, even when the board gets reset.

They say "I got you pizza for dinner." "I saw this at the store and thought of you." "Do you want to come with me to get gas?"

And with that, the ticking starts up again.

Horrible things are said when the board blows up. Steve says horrible things when the board blows up. He's called his father an asshole and his mother self-absorbed and apologized without any apology at all.

He cleaned the pool instead.

Steve doesn't want to the board to blow up in the middle of the Munson trailer. It's why he's keeping his mouth shut while Eddie yells at him.

"What the hell, Stevie?" Eddie shouts, arms flying. "I told you that you can’t do that!"

“You told me you don’t want me to,” Steve says, staying calm and measured.

Calm and measured. Not blowing up. Steve isn’t going to snap or shout or bitch. He isn’t.

“Fucking semantics!”

“They were saying-”

“I don’t care what they were saying!” Eddie roars. “I don’t give a shit what they say about me!”

It’s true. Wayne calls Eddie “Teflon,” says that nothing sticks to him, least of all anyone’s opinion. Steve knows that Eddie doesn’t care about what most people in Hawkins think about him.

But he cares very much about what the people who care about him think.

Steve can say a whole lot of things right now. He’s angry, physically biting his tongue to ground himself. He can say a whole lot of things to cut Eddie to the bone, to end the argument and then some.

But he won’t.

Love is knowing how to hurt someone and choosing not to. It’s using a knife to split an apple to share instead of to cut skin to ribbons.

Steve can’t trust himself not to slash Eddie open. He says awful things when everything goes to hell like this, snaps back hard when snapped at first, operates purely on instinct.

He doesn’t want to hurt Eddie, so he keeps his mouth shut.

“I care that you could have gotten hurt when you swung at those assholes,” Eddie continues. “I care that I wasn’t there with you when you defended yourself. I care that you won’t let me take a look at your hands and make sure they’re alright.”

Steve squeezes the knuckles of this right hand in his left. It stings, but he’s fine. Nothing broken. He knows from experience

“Stop it, you’re hurting yourself,” Eddie barks.

Steve lets go of his hands, lets them hang loosely at his sides.

“So, what the hell, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, still loud, still snappish.

A variety of terrible answers surges to the front of Steve’s mind. Eddie’s biggest insecurities, the things he’s only told Steve when he thought he was asleep. Ways to wipe the anger off his face and replace it with stuff easier to manage: shock, hurt, sadness. Things he would say if he didn’t particularly like Eddie, if he were still in high school, if he were still in his parents’ house.

Steve doesn’t say anything. He keeps the knife in its drawer. He closes his eyes tight and breathes in once, then again.

“Hey,” Eddie says, softer.

Steve opens his eyes to find him a step closer, hands up in surrender.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says.

Oh.

Well.

Steve doesn’t know what to do with that.

He’s said it before. Of course he has. He knows the words, knows that he needed to say them to Dustin and Robin and Max, and he has. He’s stepped too far with jokes and forgot about some things and missed some things they’ve said.

But he’s never yelled at them. They’ve never yelled at him.

This is not how this is supposed to go. Eddie isn’t supposed to apologize. He’s supposed to clean Steve up or make him dinner or invite him along to go grocery shopping.

And Steve was supposed to snap back.

“It’s okay,” he says because that’s what he’s supposed to say, yeah?

Eddie shakes his head. “It’s not. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“It was bound to happen.”

Eddie stares at him, big doe eyes shining, like he has five heads. It makes Steve want to put his bloody hands behind his back, make him shrink.

He swears he can hear ticking, but the board just reset. Didn’t it?

“What?” Eddie asks.

Steve shrugs. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I got scared, but that doesn’t mean I get to yell at you. That’s not okay.”

What does Eddie get to do, if not yell?

I deserve it, Steve thinks, but he’s smart enough to know that saying that out loud will just lead to another fight.

There’s been barely any time to put the pieces back.

Steve doesn’t get it. But, he figures he’s always been a little slow on the uptake, so he can watch. Observe. Figure it out later on his own. He’s pretty good at that.

“Okay,” Steve says.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” he says, and he holds his hands out for Eddie to take.

He’s dragged along to the sink, where Eddie rinses the cuts out with cool water before bandaging them up with the remnants of a box of Band-Aids from the bathroom. When they’re dry and finished, he presses a kiss to each knuckle, feather light.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, looking at Steve very seriously.

“Me, too,” Steve says, voice a little hoarse. “I’m sorry.”

It feels good to say. It feels good to mean.

Standing there in the kitchen of a trailer in Forest Hills, looking at the mismatched furniture and half-full ashtrays of the living room, holding hands with his boyfriend formerly accused of murder and apologizing for the first time and meaning it, Steve feels like he can finally breathe.

The ticking has finally stopped, and silence sounds so sweet.

#ria writes #steddie #steddie ficlet #st #st ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #angst #fluff #happy ending #tw verbal abuse #(it’s in the past) #idk what else to tag this #i’m tired #anyways it’s projection hours

[dearramiel]

billy desperately trying to babytrap his girl after she tries to break up w him🤭

This is so good.

✧ - baby trapping, subconscious manipulation, verbal abuse, violent!billy, billy is overprotective, obsessive, and possessive, implied stalker! billy, mentions of billy beating up jason tommy h & some other guy, controlling behavior, toxic relationship, gaslighting, guiltriping, unprotected sex( piv), breeding, cockwarming, mentions of tampering with birth control but it doesn't actually happen, hint of fluff at the end,

Billy's infatuation with you starts the very first day he looks at you, a beautiful, shy, charismatic girl who he could bend at will. He knew he would have you, it wasn't even a matter of how but when.

He was good at orchestrating everything, from the very first time you talk, the heated kisses, and first time hooking up. Billy wasn't your first, but you sure as hell felt like a virgin the first time you took him. He made you feel good, loved, he was sweet, caring, and charming. Just two months in, everything had changed. From the very beginning he knew you were different than other girls he had been with, he never had a girlfriend, and it hit him like a shock. He started acknowledging how much depth his love went, at first it was just him messing around with another girl, but he had gone way off track.

It was hard not to, you had been the only girl to care for him, rather than his dick. You were different. You treated him different than any other person.

It wasn't all on him anyway, you weren't stupid, you knew what Billy's intentions were from the beginning, he'd never once talked to you, but it began to get hard to let go when he kept you around, not shoving you through his window after hooking up, not pretending like you didn't exist when he walked by you at school, offering rides after he proposed in exchange for him to be lenient on Max being late, or even how he had stopped going after other girls.

Everything was so sweet, until he let the intrusive thoughts in.

He started asking who the people you talked to were, walking you to classes you didn't have together during passing period, insisted on driving you to work after school, picking you up and dropping you off home.

Eventually his obsession turned violent, going after Jason Carver after finding you two together during a pep rally, a big misunderstanding that could have been avoided had he just asked what you were bringing to him.

Billy had become somewhat self aware of what he was doing, quickly becoming insecure, and hateful. But he couldn't help it, because he genuinely loved and cared for you, he wanted you all to himself, this sweet girl who let him in. He was good at guilt guiltriping you with that, telling you how much he loved you.

It made you feel restless, having to make sure you weren't talking to specific people he didn't like, making sure not to stare too long at some other guy, spending all your free time with him, letting him know that there was a test you had to make up before going to work. You felt like your life was being controlled, and inviting him over while no one was home was your biggest mistake.

Spring break had just started, it was a Saturday evening when Billy had received the call. Of course he'd pull up to his girlfriends house in under 10 minutes, especially when she gave the "It's important and serious.".

Billy was rapidly knocking on the door, yelling your name, and when you open to let him in, he can tell that something really is wrong.

You're spouting nonsense to him, being so annoying, talking about how he doesn't love you, and that he's obsessed with you. Part of which was really wrong, because Billy did love you. He just had this horrible way of showing it.

It doesn't take long for you to get him angry, he begins yelling back. Saying that Carver, Tommy H, and Smith deserved getting their asses flipped. To which you yell that he shouldn't go about fixing things with violence.

"I just can't do this."

And he snaps, eyes blurring, warm droplets falling to his neck, when he blinks he realizes that he's crying. And it has you shocked.

"What?" His voice is small and broken, it almost has you wanting to take back what you've said. But it's hard to do so, because he's scared you already.

"No, please no." He cries as he reached out to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your body, another act that shocks you, he's never been one to initiate affection. He's almost cradling you, "Can't lose you, please don't."

You're not sure if it's an act, one to lure you in, but you take the bait anyway. Because while the ideas of what he's capable of to the extent of his love terrify you, you also remember that you do love him too. That he's never once laid a hand, or ever been physically abusive to you.

"I'm sorry Billy, I didn't mean it. It's just, you scare me sometimes!"

Anguish breaks into his body, when the realizations kick in. It's a thought that's etched into his mind, the fact that you've thought about leaving him. The fact that you even said it.

"I'm sorry baby, let me make it up to you please.. I promise I'll take care of you." His tone sends shivers down your spine, it's the one he always uses, it messes with you subconsciously and you never picked up on it.

You nod your head rapidly, breathing in deeply when Billy's teeth gently sink into the flesh on the side of your neck. Your panting reels him in further, letting him take full control of your body.

You don't even know how you ended up on your back, in your room, and on your bed, both you and Billy fully nude. Both your bodies decorated with bites and love marks. You're crying into the air as Billy's cock is shoved into your aching tight hole. You can feel every inch of him, to the point where you swear you feel his tip hit up snuggly against your cervix, and Billy swears he feels it too, because he begins a brutal pace. Mouth stealing a heated kiss from you. Between the messy kiss, your stuttering moan fills his ears.

"Fuuuuckkk, Billyyy! M'gonna cum!" You whimper, arms and legs wrapping around his body, pulling him to you, almost inviting him further inside you. He's reaching the deepest he can, he's never been or even felt so feral during sex. Both his hands were clenching harshly onto the pillow your head was rested on, he's using it as stability to continue thrusting so hard and fast, he feels like he's also about to cum.

"Yeah? Then cum, need to feel you all over me." The thought alone is enough to send you spiraling, a gush of liquid seeps out, drenching and covering his abdomen and cock in your cum. A long moan rips through you, your walls clamp so tightly around Billy that it only takes a couple more thrusts before his cock plunges into the deepest part of you.

"Fuuck! Babe'm gonna cum, cunt is all mine, gonna breed you so they know you're mine. You want that, don't you?" He groans into your ear, burying his face into your neck, your response is nonverbal, it's just you frantically nodding your head up and down before you decide to speak up.

"Yes! Please, Billy, want you to make me yours!" You babble, then it happens cum begins filling up your insides until you feel full. Billy's weight drops on you then, cum still spurting a few more times before he is absolutely spent.

You can feel him soften inside you, little bits of cum threatening to spill out. The feeling has you whimpering, it's then that Billy remembers he's still inside you. When he goes to lift himself up, a whine is heard from you.

"Billy.. no, don't go.. please. Wanna stay with you like this." You beg, your tired eyes droopy, your arms still holding him tightly.

"Not going anywhere baby. Love you so much." He slurs, high of sex, leaving kisses all over your face.

"I love you too, Billy.. so much.."

He had you right where he wanted you.

Those condoms he planned to poke holes into weren't really necessary after all.

#billy hargrove x reader smut #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things x reader smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #tw: baby trapping #tw: toxic relationships #tw: toxic behavior #tw verbal abuse #dark!billy #dark! billy hargrove #dark!stranger things

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

oh, and did i mention attempted murder?

as you can tell, i'm gonna be using this meme format a lot

#spop critical #spop salt #spop #spop criticism #spop discourse #she ra #anti catra #anti spop #anti catradora #anti c//a #antic//a #anticatra #anticatradora #tw abuse #tw manipulation #tw gaslighting #tw guilt tripping #tw victim blaming #tw verbal abuse

[punkstylerecovery]

Generally speaking, your parents often owe you a lot more than you're taught to believe. A lot of people are raised to believe that parents do not really owe you that much beyond food and shelter and that's not true. In fact, you can have parents who give you food, shelter, patience and kindness and STILL deserve more from them.

By being your parents, they've accepted a very special relationship and amount of responsibility for you. Do you know how many people I know whose parents have never genuinely apologized to them? How many people’s parents physically hurt them, how many people’s parents mock their insecurities, how many people’s parents don’t care for their children’s health, how many parents make their children (intentionally or otherwise) want to die? 

And so many people don’t give a fuck. We’re raised in cultures that more often than not treat us to respect our parents in spite of most anything while also teaching everyone that children don’t deserve shit. We’re raised in cultures that more often than not teach us to “respect our parents” in spite of most anything while also teaching everyone that children don’t really deserve shit. It varies but its so common that lots of people don’t even think twice about it. 

But children DO deserve more than they’re generally given. So much more! And so many things that are literally just abusive are considered normal parenting all around the world and that’s vile, especially considering children are the most severely affected by this and have no “societal power” to wield to put a stop to it beyond what they can scramble together through a combination of sheer determination, shock value, strength and fucking luck. 

Not to sound radical, but I think we owe children a fuck ton more than they’re being given now and I think people need to learn so much more about abuse and how that ties into the common underplaying of what we’re owed in parent/child relationships. 

#parenting #Abuse #Tw abuse #child abuse tw #tw verbal abuse #tw suicide mention #Depression #Neglect tw #Parental Neglect #punkstyle #physical abuse tw #childcare?? #dunno what else to tag this #whatever

[furiousgoldfish]

abusive parents when they make a gross negligent error that damages the child permanently: *angrily* well I meant well! Nobody can judge me because my intentions were good! If you make me feel bad for this you're a heartless monster, think of all of the things I did for you! I was doing my best!!

abusive parents when a kid makes a well-meaning mistake that doesn't do any real damage: demon! horrid despicable scum of the earth, you are monstrous, I know you did that on purpose to make me miserable, you enjoy my misery! Everything in the world is your fault and you need to be put into order! There is no punishment enough for what you did, you little scoundrel, you monster, just wait until you see what happens to you, you're going to regret the day you were born!

#tw abusive language #abusive parents #toxic parents #double standards #child abuse #yelling #abuse #insults #threaths #psychological abuse #emotional abuse #tw verbal abuse #tw insults

[cheryberyfairy]

i can fix him <3

#fear 1996 #fear #r@pe fantasy #r@pe kink #@buse me #kidnap fantasy #kidnap roleplay #abuse k1nk #tw abuse #emotional abuse #tw verbal abuse #i can fix him #praise k!nk #bd/sm daddy #90s movies #attention wh0r3 #dumb wh0re #needy wh0re #daddy's good girl #daddy’s brat

[whump-queen]

whumper using victim blaming dialogue as a humiliation tactic—

“well I wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t make it so fucking easy.”

“if you weren’t so pretty when you begged and cried.”

“if you didn’t take abuse so well.”

“I just hit you and you whine like that— I mean, what am I supposed to think?”

“you know you deserve this.”

“go on, tell me you deserve it.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

and who knows— eventually, whumpee might start to believe they’re right

.

[shoutout to @unorganisedalienrubbish for coming up with like half of these]

#whumper dialogue #whump dialogue #in which I overuse italics as usual #humiliation whump #psycholgical whump #victim blaming #degradation whump #sadistic whumper #manipulative whumper #tw verbal abuse #whump prompt #tw victim blaming #psychological manipulation #did we get everything? I hope so #akia.txt #my post

[ssadumba55]

The Gang Dealing with a New Traumatized Toy! Reader

Request: headcanons for Toy Story, specifically platonic separate headcanons for Woody, Jessie, Buzz and If you can then also Bo Beep with a 13 y/o toy gender neutral reader that comes to Andy's room pretty traumatized from their last home. (because they've spent their live in a home with abusive parents towards the child that owned them) They tend to flinch at almost everything and is very scared of yelling and/or loud noises, but somehow feels safe when they're with Woody/Jessie/Buzz/Bo and doesn't want to leave their side because they feel protected and at home when they're with them?

tw mentions of ab//se, both physical and verbal

General Headcanons for What Happened Before You End up In Andy's room

It had been a long road to get to Andy's room in the first place. Back at your old owner's house, you'd been a gift to the sweet little girl, Lucy, from her mother.

It was one of those rare moments when she had actually been happy. From the moment you were unpackaged and she held you, you knew you loved her more than anything else in the world.

Late nights were spent hidden under beds or in closets, being clutched to her chest. Any loud noise made the two of you flinch. It was your job to be the protector, so you tried your best. But there's only so much a toy can do

The other few toys strewn in the room appreciated your efforts though, they had been in torment far longer than you

The best times for Lucy was when she went to school, because there she was away from her parents and their harsh words and even harsher hands

Everyday you waited eagerly by the window for her to come home. You didn't get the same luxurious daily escape, but you were grateful she did.

One day, she never did come home. A stranger in a vehicle pulled up and came in the house. She talked to Mom and Dad, told them that your little girl could never come here again. Something about bruises found at school...

You never saw her again. It took a while, but eventually Mom and Dad gave all the toys, including you to a thrift store. You sat on the shelf grateful that your little girl got out but sad you couldn't go with her

"Mom! Oh! Mom! Look!" A little boy lifted you from your shelf with all the gentleness and reverence only a kid could show a treasured toy. He excitedly held you up

"That's just the one you've been looking for!" A woman smiled, ruffling her boys hair affectionately. You felt sick. You knew what happened to kids behind closed doors but your face did not move

That day, you became Andy's toy. He rushed home, scrawling his name on the bottom of your foot carefully

You were still waiting for the other shoe to drop

Woody

Woody is a natural protector, so it isn't farfetched that you immediately latched onto him when you first arrive in Andy's room

Even though you appear much younger then the rest of the toys in your new home, it’s obvious to all of them that you’ve been through much more. The most obvious sign being the little flinches you have when loud noises happen

It's Woody's job to ensure the safety of all the toys in the room, including you

He doesn't mind that you're basically his shadow at all, if you're on your own at any point he may even offer you to come along with him

Sometimes, you like to hide in the closet or under the bed. It's quiet. It reminds you of safety. Woody always makes time in his busy schedule to join you. He never asks why you do it, he just joins you to make sure you're okay

Some of the other toys can be a little mean without realizing it, he always makes sure to set them straight when he hears someone talking about you, it's not your fault you are the way you are

One day, you work up the nerve to tell him what happened with your old kid. And he wraps his arms around you, holding you close. Promises that as long as you're in Andy's room you'll never have to worry about that again

He calls you his little deputy, and if you're feeling particularly down he may even let you wear his hat

Seriously, he adores you and you adore him just as much! He is such a softie, even though he tries to pretend he isn't. If you want or need anything he will get/do it for you.

Jessie

Jessie is a traumatized toy, so she knows another traumatized toy when she sees one. She will definitely latch onto you before you can latch onto her

When she finds out your trigger is loud noises/yelling, she tries her best to keep her voice down (which is hard because she likes to be loud), she knows what it's like to have to suffer through something that makes you feel that way and she doesn't want you to have to feel that way

If yelling or loud noises are unavoidable, then she will find a safe quiet spot or offer her comfort. Holding your hand, an arm around your shoulders, whatever you need.

She will absolutely let you tag along with whatever she does, she might even teach you how to do some things.

And to comfort you, make you feel less alone, she'll tell you about Emily. When you're comfortable, you tell her about Lucy. And the two of you commiserate in old owners together, even if it's not exactly the same

If there's ever a situation where you need to be in a tight space or a box, you always offer the same comfort back to her because she does so much for you.

She will never make fun of you or push you out of your comfort zone if you don't want to be, she'll just be there cheering you on when you do feel like making progress.

And she's a hugger, so hugs will always be given. She loves having you around more than anything and would do anything to make sure you feel safe in Andy's room.

Buzz

Buzz isn't dumb, but he can be a little clueless so when you first start following him around everywhere/clinging to him, he might be more than a little confused.

He might even find it a little annoying or weird, but overtime (and potentially with his friends' help) he will definitely realize that you do it because you feel safe around him

Despite knowing he's a toy now, being your safety net will fill him with a sense of pride and duty, knowing that he's fulfilling his destiny as a space ranger

He makes you a little helmet, not only so you can be like him but so you can use it to muffle/tune out loud sounds that you don't like or that scare you

And he'll make up space stories to calm you down if you happen to freak out a little or get super anxious.

The journey to recovery is a long one, but he wants to make sure you're comfortable and safe during it.

He will also hype you up and remind you how strong you are, especially in moments when you feel like everything is too much. He believes in you and he's proud of you for coming such a long way.

If you eventually feel comfortable telling him why you're upset, the idea of parents like that would keep him up at night. He had no idea people like that could even exist, having always been Andy's toy.

He reminds you all the time that they can't hurt you ever again and that you're safe now

Bo Peep

She will adore you and feel so honoured that you feel safe around her, even though it isn't a huge surprise, after all she is a nursery lamp. It's her job to stand watch and make children feel safe.

Her soft voice and gentle demeanor are definitely what draws you to her, she never yells and as a result you feel safest with her because of that

If other toys are yelling or things become too overwhelming, she'll take you far from it and count sheep with you until you feel better

She will sing lullabies to you too if you ask her too, she doesn't mind being a comforting figure for you.

When she finds out the reason you're upset and guarded, all she'll want is to protect you. To shield you from everyone and everything that has ever hurt you and to make you feel better.

She never lets you out of her sight, the two of you spend long amounts of time together, talking or playing with her sheep. You love how calm she is compared to everyone else in the room.

She always seems to know something is wrong, before you actually say anything is wrong. It's like she can read your mind.

And if nightmares are a problem, she'll stay up with you all night just to make sure you always have someone to support you/in your corner.

She knows you need time to heal and she's grateful you decided to include her in that journey

#disney imagine #pixar imagine #toy story imagine #disney x reader #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral reader #disney headcanons #woody x reader #buzz lightyear x reader #bo peep x reader #jessie x reader #jessie imagine #bo peep imagine #woody imagine #buzz lightyear imagine #tw abuse #tw verbal abuse #tw physical abuse

[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

[in-th3-v01d]

* hahahaahaahahahah

* HOW DO YOU EVEN ENJOY THIS...

* whatt, it's funny!

* IT REALLY ISNT....

* oh come on. all that talk about 'recovering' and 'making promises'? what f**king bulls**t.

* Qu13t.

* it was always bound to happen. right M?

* ...

* ..angelsdontexist.andtheyneverwill.

* ...

* ha. he gets me.

#rottmnt void #d. #l. #m. #r. #in the void #hea au #tw cursing #tw verbal abuse #tw insults #tw alchoholism #typing quirk

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

glimmadora vs catradora: making mistakes and taking responsibility

when glimmer hurt adora, adora was allowed to stay mad at glimmer. she was allowed to prioritize her own feelings and not worry about trying to stay on glimmer's good side.

and when glimmer hurt adora, glimmer took the initiative to try and apologize to adora multiple times. she immediately recognized her mistake and felt terribly guilty for what she said. and while she did initially get annoyed after adora ignored her attempts at apology, she still made sure to properly apologize afterwards.

when catra hurts adora, adora is always the one who has to seek out catra and apologize to her or try to console her. adora was never the one at fault in these scenarios, yet she always had to be the bigger person and disregard her own feelings in favor of catra's.

and when catra hurts adora, catra never acknowledges her mistake. she never even looks guilty, let alone try to apologize to adora or make amends. she goes off to sulk because she knows that adora would eventually give in and apologize for something that isn't her fault.

and then the one time catra does make the initiative to seek out adora after a fight, this is what she says:

keep in mind, this was after catra abandoned adora. but sure, glimmadora is toxic.

#spop critical #spop salt #spop criticism #spop discourse #spop #she ra #anti spop #anti catra #anti catradora #anti c//a #antic//a #anticatra #anticatradora #tw verbal abuse #tw toxic relationship

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

Hey guys today I am writing a better scene than Vivziepop!

This is for a sort of rewrite thing I’m doing so a little bit of context, this is set mid-season after episode 4 (which I have also changed) and for the stuff with Angel’s leg at the start, he sprained it a few weeks ago and is still dealing with that. There was also all this as a bit of a prologue to this writing so read if you’d like. Warning for more threats and verbal abuse

This writing is a scene that includes abuse from Valentino in a way that doesn’t fetishize his actions with a weird music video or write him off to be funny when he’s off doing something else. I want to write him threatening, manipulative, and aggressive. So again warnings for verbal and physical abuse as well as manipulation and a bit of gore. I also wanted to tackle how Charlie behaves because in the show she is terrible at helping for some reason.

Hopefully this is a not awful read, but I’ve been wanting to get some of my rewrite stuff out really bad. Also I love getting feedback please lmk if you have anything to say about my stuff

#hazbin critical #hazbin hotel criticism #angel dust #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin angel dust #hazbin angel #angel dust hazbin #anti vivziepop #hazbin rewrite #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin hotel rework #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel hazbin hotel #charlie hazbin #hazbin charlie #charlie hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #tw abuse #tw physical abuse #tw verbal abuse #tw valentino #cw valentino #val hazbin #hazbin val #hazbin valentino #valentino hazbin hotel #val hazbin hotel #valentino #tw blood

[inkdemon-whore]

I know Ink Dad may not like it. Here! *hands a present*

[Inside is a letter stating that he is perfect the way he is!!!]

You deserve it man, keep being you and don't let anyone convince you otherwise! Merry Chrismas!!

he said a slur, anon... :(

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#batim #batdr #bendy and the dark revival #ink demon #audrey drew #favorite!audrey #daddy ink demon au #art #dec2022 #2022 #al #talk #tw verbal abuse

[inkblot22]

Idia and the expression of displeasure

Uh, shoutout to that guy who I thought was my friend, asked me if I wanted to hook up despite being over 1000 some-odd miles away, despite me being very openly not that into men and, more importantly, telling him very clearly that I have no interest in dating him specifically. You're so cool for that, man. I just love to feel like an object. The "something about me" is the crippling c-PTSD, anxiety, and possible psychotic illness rotting my brain and your reading of me as a "Creepy Goth Chick", thank you.

Anyway, I hope I was able to direct that shitty man behavior onto our beloved Idia. I did tag you, it's later on and if you'd like me to remove it, I can absolutely do so, just let me know. Also all I can think about is this vine.

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

TW for verbal abuse, manipulation, emotional abuse, captivity, use of a shock collar, mention of physical abuse, Idia is an asshole, abusive relationship dynamics, lack of communication.

Idia is the type of person to believe he is pragmatic, when, in reality, he is rather mercurial. He will fly off the handle at the smallest thing but be completely unbothered by larger issues.

I imagine this could lead to a few problems for his dear, sweet partner. (By the way, I refer to Idia’s darling as his partner because that is what they have rationalized their situation to be, currently: they are Idia's captive partner. Idia doesn’t label them very often, and although he does call them his partner, he definitely sees them as an endearing pest, kind of. Despite them being there because of him, he often acts like they're a mouse or roach that popped up one day and he grew attached to.)

Idia is not the type to like striking or physically harming his partner. He’s the type to get rude and nasty, and play victim. This does not mean he doesn’t ever physically harm his partner.

See, that shock collar around their neck? We have previously established that this is connected to his technomantic energy, and his technomantic energy is connected to his inherent magic ability.

The collar is set up with a warning system. If Idia’s partner does anything he remotely dislikes or any set of pre-established actions that they are not made aware of, they will receive three low-voltage, quick-tap jolts of electricity right against the column of their pretty throat.

These actions include, but are not limited to: acting in any way to harm Ortho or Idia, attempting to harm themselves (this one had to be added after the hanger incident), walking too close to the door or the covered-up window, touching any of Idia’s current or past projects without permission, touching Idia’s gaming setup, ignoring Ortho (this only is put in place if Idia’s partner is hostile towards Ortho at any point, even just once) and refusing any food or drink given to them by Idia specifically. It's important to reiterate that Idia has not told his partner literally any of these rules. Much like the ways that some people train a dog, they have to learn the hard way.

After the three taps, Idia’s emotions and/or intentions dictate how intense the next shock is. Sometimes it’s a bored little zap, like a fourth warning to cut it out before he gets mad, sometimes it’s a rolling pulse that pulls them away from whatever they’re doing, sometimes it’s a tidal wave that literally brings them to their knees and makes them throw up. It really depends on the most annoying kidnapper in the world. 

Idia is very aware that holding this person hostage because of his own predilections and perversions is a wildly morally incorrect thing to do, but Idia also doesn’t give a steaming shit. He’s been given what he wants, having grown up as a member of the upper crust, and if he doesn’t get it given to him, he finds a way to get it.

This means that, as much as we all love him, Idia is a whiny pisslord. The second his partner doesn’t do what he wants, he’s grumbling about it, he’s whining, playing victim, getting huffy.

While that might not sound bad, please remember that Idia’s partner has a bunch of exposed wires situated with the intent of shocking them around their neck at all times, and the shock collar is connected to Idia’s emotions. While getting shocked in a more violent manner isn’t very common for them, it can still happen, and therefore it's possibly best to do a little eggshell walking.

Besides that, it’s not very pleasant to be around someone who is so volatile, even if at their most disappointed they just complain for a few hours or days. Having to deal with someone else’s displeasure in life while being more or less unable to discuss your own does not do wonders for your mental health.

Let’s go over some scenarios and the punishments connected to them.

Idia has been playing some online fighting game all day, pretty much ignoring his partner. He hears them move during a cooldown between matches, turns around in his chair, and asks demands that they come over and let him kiss them a little. Of course, Idia’s partner declines. In this situation, Idia would usually get upset and complain about it for a while, name calling included. His words and mood definitely have the vibe of, “How dare you breathe around me and then not let me touch and kiss you. That’s just leading me on, breathing around me.”

Idia’s partner made some cup noodles while Idia was taking a nap after he raged all night and well into the afternoon. He wakes up and sees them sitting in his gaming chair, facing away from his computer and eating. In this situation, Idia would straight up zap them for two reasons. Number one, they didn’t make him anything to eat, and number two, they’re not supposed to be sitting in his chair or at his desk. Anywhere near his computer/anything that could possibly be used to contact someone on the outside without supervision is a huge issue. Keep in mind that he never deigned to share this rather important rule with his partner.

Idia’s partner has a bad day and snaps at Ortho, shoving him away very, very gently. It almost goes without saying; they’re getting zapped to the point of unconsciousness, because Idia panics and then gets mad, in that order and in rapid succession. The emotions blend together for a moment which makes the jolt stronger. This is when the “no ignoring Ortho” rule would be implemented, because they’d better be really nice to Ortho for the next few months before Idia decides he can trust the two of them to interact without his watchful eye. He trusts his little brother, but he doesn’t trust his partner.

In honor of a certain discussion I had with @tht0nesimp (thank you so much, you're very insightful,) Idia’s partner has a meltdown (understandably) and starts throwing things, including a glass of water that was brought to them after they had a bit of a cry in the shower (stay hydrated, everyone.) The glass, still with the water in it, sails across the room and clocks Idia right in his pretty face, ideally breaking his nose. While it’d be understandable to assume that Idia would be mad enough to hit his partner with a jolt of electricity that would bring them to their knees, Idia is sensible enough to understand that this is a display of some form of hysterical emotions that his partner has been bottling up until this point. Therefore, instead of electrocuting his partner, he just starts complaining, more loudly than usual. It is not peculiar for his voice to rise in volume but not in inflection, we hear this in game, but imagine that just a bit louder and more whiny.

“Wow, and here I thought you were an adult. I can’t believe you can’t even control your emotions.”

“My nose hurts. No, don’t apologize. It’s your fault anyway. I don’t even want to know what you’d do if you were really mad.”

“If you want to make it up to me, you could- don’t make that face. Whatever, I knew you weren’t being serious. Whatever. Just ask Ortho to get me an ice pack and go sit somewhere away from me. It's fine. It's fine!”

#twisted wonderland #tw: dark content #disney twst #tw: dark themes #tw: yandere #yandere #twst #tw captivity #tw shock collar #tw: emotional abuse #tw abuse #tw manipulation #tw verbal abuse #the blot gets personal??? #the blot talks! #yandere idia x reader #yandere idia shroud #yandere idia shroud x reader #yandere male #tw yandere #tw abusive relationships