TMD: Preferences|Imagines|Oneshots

black eyes, blue tears (a.b.) (requested)

(A/N: This oneshot was requested by zbansks. Thanks so much for the request! I hope you like it! This oneshot is rated PG-13 for themes of past domestic abuse. If discussion of such topic bothers you, I recommend you skip this oneshot. The title is a reference to a song of the same name by Shania Twain. Now, on with the oneshot!)

       "I told you I don't wanna talk about it!"

       My boyfriend, Adam, said loudly. The front door to the Banks house slammed open before us, him walking ahead and me following after. Something was bothering him and he wouldn't tell me what and it was starting to worry me. Adam had always been open with me about everything but for some reason he just wasn't talking.

       "Well, I do! Why won't you tell me what's bothering you?" I ask, dropping my bookbag next to his in the entryway.

       "I told you nothing's bothering me!" Adam retorted, walking away from me and further into the house. He stopped in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge but I wasn't letting it go.

       "Something's bothering you and you won't tell me! I know it!" I said, walking up to him.

       "Damnit, Y/N! Will you just back off?!" Adam yelled, slamming the water bottle down on the counter.

       He raises his hands and I flinch instinctively, eyes clenching shut. After a moment, I slowly open my eyes. Adam brings his hands down from his hair. Oh. He was running his hands through his hair. He wasn't going to... Adam looks at me funnily before looking at his hands and then back to me again.

       "Y/N..." He starts quietly. "Did-did you think I was going to hit you?"

       I bite my lip. Looking into his shocked face, I nod slowly, tears beginning to brim in my eyes. All the blood seems to drain out of Adam's face, him going ghostly pale. He slowly lowers his hands so I can see he means no harm and takes a tentative step towards me.

       "I shouldn't have pushed. It's my fault. You didn't want to talk about it and I pushed you. It's all my fault." I started rambling, my mind flashing back to my previous boyfriend and how he would get mad at me. How he would raise his hands. How he would hit me. Tears started streaming down my face without my permission.

       "Y/N, it's okay. You're okay." Adam said slowly, taking another tentative step towards me.

       "It's all my fault." I kept repeating as Adam slowly wrapped his arms around me. 

       Once I was safely in his arms, I started sobbing. I was crying so hard I was shaking. Adam whispered soothing things in my ear as I tried to calm myself.

       "Shh...Y/N, you're okay. No one's going to hurt you. I promise."

       I clung to him like a lifeline, never wanting to let go. Slowly, I started to calm down. I don't know how much time had passed of us just standing there, Adam holding me as I sobbed. I backed myself up a bit to look at his face and was shocked to see him crying as well.

       "W-why are you crying?" I ask shakily, my voice sounding very rough from all the crying.

       I wiped his tears away as he did the same for me. His touch was comforting.

       "I just can't believe that someone would ever hurt you. I mean, you're Y/N. You're the most lovable person I know." Adam said, sniffling slightly.

       I frowned. I guess he hadn't heard me. "I told you. It was my fault. I would get in his way or say the wrong thing. It was my fault-"

       "No it wasn't. Nothing you've done would warrant someone hitting you." Adam said, gently placing his hands on my shoulders. "Do you understand?"

       Sniffling pitifully, I nod. Adam smiles at me and pulls me back in for another hug. This time I wrap my own arms around him too; our argument forgotten.

(A/N: Again, thanks to zbansks for the request! And please remember lovelies, if you have been in a similar situation that Y/N was in or are still currently in that kind of situation: it is NOT your fault. You are loved and you are enough. Until next time! Thanks!!)