Note: Please be mindful of the TWs. Read with caution, and please remember this is fiction. Thank you <3

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Context: You've been with your boy for a good bit. He's rough around the edges but usually understanding and kind. As of late, he's been getting more frustrated at you. Your mental health has deteriorated, and you don't know how to tell him the things that are bothering you without making it worse. You don't want to ruin everything but... you might not be able to stop it.

Setting: Your apartment building

Tags:[M4A][Established Relationship][Tough Guy Boyfriend Speaker][Disassociated Listener][Comfort][Comfort for Abuse][[Angst]Fighting][Apology][Making Up][Confession][Cuddles][TW: Dissociation/Panic Attack/Implied SA/Abuse/Argument/Yelling/Self-Harm]

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[Scene opens in your apartment]

[SFX: Angry pacing]

[You watch as your boyfriend grumpily maneuvers around the apartment]

[...?]

“Why am I stomping around? Gee, I dunno, probably because I gotta find the fucking light bill since someone forgot to pay it on time. Swear to God, it’s always something…”

[...]

“Don’t say you’re sorry, just… You’ve been spacey for MONTHS now. Talking to you has been like talking to a brick wall. You used to bitch at me about “opening up” and “communicating”, and now you’re sat there, in bed most days, doing your work from home and then going to bed. Ay, I know I do a lot around here, but that ain’t an excuse for you to get lazy, alright?”

[...]

“Mad? Yeah, a little bit! Like, I’ve had to do so much shit AND work, while you type your little reports and watch your serial killer documentaries or whatever. Could you please just help me find the damned bill, it’s gonna drive me nuts.”

[...?]

[He sighs, rubbing his temples]

“No. I do not want a hug right now, OK? I’m not in the damned mood.”

[You move to help him look, the tension in the air thick. You just want him, even if it’s for a moment, and hug him from behind. He tenses and lets out a snarl]

“God fucking damnit, I said I don’t want a fucking hug right now! Why don’t you listen?! You NEVER fucking listen, you just stare at me with your sad, tired eyes and I feel like shit, but I’m tired of feeling like shit for just wanting my partner to get their shit together!”

[...]

[The anger in his voice eases, but only just a little]

“OK, now what are you doing, hm? Backing away from me like that? Do you honestly think that I want to hurt you, lay my hands on you?! I’m just fucking frustrated, OK?!”

[Something breaks in you. You’re outside of yourself now, floating away, completely untethered]

“...Baby?”

[...]

“W-What did you say?”

[...]“...You said… “I ruin everything”? Baby, don’t… don’t talk like that, c’mon. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, I just… I’m sorry, OK?”

[But it’s all you can say, now. You chant it under your breath, even if you don’t know it]

“Hey… Hey! Baby, you’re clawing into your arms! C’mere, please! Please, no no no, baby, don’t run away! Baby, I’m sorry!”

[SFX: A panicked chase]

[You take off, adrenaline coursing through your body as you float in that dark, numb space. You keep trying to tell him to let you go, that you ruin EVERYTHING, that you don’t want to ruin him, too, but your boyfriend persists]

“Baby! No, don’t lock yourself in the damned broom closet!”

[SFX: A door slamming and a lock sliding into place]

“Baby, please! Y-You’re scaring the Hell out of me, please come out. Sweetie, your arms are bleeding! I can hear you struggling to breathe, you’re gonna pass out!”

[You look down at your arms. They are certainly bleeding]

“Sweetie, PLEASE just talk to me! I didn’t… I didn’t mean to hurt you, I promise. I know you love me, I know you’re a physical touch person, and I swear to God, I would never, in a sane state of being, do that shit again!”

[His voice cracks and you faintly hear him slide down against the door as he begins to sob]

“P-Please… Please, I… I love you so fucking much, and you don’t ruin a godamned thing, OK? You make everything a million times better, you make my life fucking glow, I… I don’t know what I’d do without you, my little Peach…”

[...]

[He continues to cry against the door, cursing himself quietly]

“Please… I’m terrified, I-I… Did… I ruin everything…?”

[The pain in his voice grabs you back from that dark subspace and you tell him. Everything]

“H-Huh? I’m listening! I swear, I’ll listen as long as you need me to…”

[Long Pause]

“...Jesus Christ… I… I’ll fucking kill him. I’m gonna go over there the MOMENT you’re OK, and I’m going to-!”

[Pause!]

[His voice softens]

“OK… OK, baby, I won’t raise my voice again… and I won’t go and flatten your Uncle until he’s a fine godamned paste. I just… God above, I can’t even imagine how much pain you must’ve been in dealing with that… monster.”

[Pause]

“Wh…? No. No, baby. That wasn’t your fault. You trusted someone who you reasonably thought could be trusted, and… did you tell your parents?”

[...]

“They told you not to talk about it outside of the family because… “families don’t spread gossip around or involve the police”?... Sweetie, with due respect, your parents are fuckin’ clods.”

[Pause]

“Eheh… that was a tiny laugh. You love it when my accent goes full Bronx, don’t you? So I sound like the stereotypical Jersey boy, right? “Ayy, I’m walkin’ here!”.”

[...<3]

“Hey… thanks for… thanks for telling me.”

[...?]

“No. I ain’t mad you didn’t tell me sooner. It was your story to tell at your own pace, OK? I… I’m so sorry for the shitty things I said. Me being in a bad mood should’ve never put the thought in my head that I could act like that, ‘specially not to the most beautiful person on Earth. You don’t gotta forgive me… but I’d feel a lot better if you came out and let me look at those scratches. Please, baby…”

[Pause]

[SFX: The door is unlocked and then opened]

“Oh, thank God, I was… Gimme that hand. Yes, the right one. Why? Cause I’m gonna kiss the Hell out of it like one of them fancy boys in armor. Mmh… Oh, Peach… That’s a lot of blood. C’mon, let’s get back to the apartment. Can I put my arm around you? Please?”

[Pause]

“Thank you. F-Fuck, I can’t see through all these tears… No. No, don’t.. Don’t you apologize. You’re not broken, you don’t ruin everything, and I can’t stand the idea of every being apart from you. Can I show you something?”

[Pause]

“Good. Go on, sit on the couch. I need to get the supplies.”

[Pause]

[You sit, rocking a little to try and calm down when he returns with a small, black box. As he sits and opens it, a beautiful ring glimmers from the soft velvet. His voice cracks once more]

“S-See? I got you a ring, baby. I was gonna propose on Friday after our dinner date in the park… but fuck romance, I need you to know how much you mean to me, Peach. I need you to know that… I’ll fucking quit, right now. I’ll fight the whole damned gang if I gotta, but I’m tired of stressing you out. I don’t wanna be a thug no more, I wanna be your dumbass husband that swears a lot and forgets the freaking dishes sometimes, but loves you enough he’d punch the damned sun in the face if it had one.”

[...<3]

[He beams, tears spilling down his cheeks]

“Y-Yeah? You will?”

[Pause]

“Thank you, baby… I’m gonna set the ring on the table here, OK? It ain’t going nowhere. Now lemme see your arms, OK?”

[SFX: Him bandaging the Listener up]

“There we go… All fixed up, eh? You look like you’re ready to do my job. Punch some deadbeats in the face. Can we cuddle, please? I’m… shaking like a leaf here…”

[Pause]

“Thank you.”

[He curls up with you, slowly rubbing your back]

“...S’ gonna be OK, love. I ain’t going anywhere, and you have my word that if I ever raise my voice like that again, I’ll punch myself in the jewels or somethin’. Mmh… Honey, I know this is a lot, but I think we need to go to the hospital.”

[...?]

“Of course, I’m not gonna leave you. I promise you, I will be with you till the very end, and then my ghost will probably haunt you for a bit, you go to Heaven, become a beautiful angel, then you come down to Hell, wave and yell “Ayy Zach! How’s the weather down here, dumbass?!”.”

[<3]

“Hehe, so cute. We’re gonna get through this, OK? But I need to make sure you’re alright first. So, please, baby… lemme take you to the hospital. O-OK?”

[He hugs you and you let him pick you up, princess style]

“There we go. Carrying you all gallant-like, eh? Don’t worry, babydoll. I’ve got you.”

[You hold tightly to him as he locks up the apartment and carries you out. Despite everything… you believe him]

[To be continued?]