Braun Strowman One Shots & Drabbles

Want to Take Care of You

SUMMARY: You and Braun Strowman are best friends. You're in an abusive relationship but you stay because of your daughter. One night your fighting gets to an all time high and ge gets physical with you. Not knowing what else to do, you text Braun and tell him you need him to come over. Braun takes you back to his place and you start talking. One things lead to another and he kisses you and things get heated. ANGST. FLUFF. 

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You heard the front door slam and you rolled your eyes as you threw the blankets off of you and swung your legs over the bed. You glanced at the clock on your night stand and saw that it was almost two in the morning.

You walked downstairs to see your boyfriend rummaging around in the kitchen.

"Can you try to keep it down? I just got her laid down because she's not feeling good." You said as you put your hand on your hip.

"Don't tell me what to do." He slurred at you as he stumbled towards the fridge.

"I just got her laid down. Be quiet," you said as you glared at him.

You had spent the last four hours trying to get your eighteen-month-old daughter, Emma laid down. But she had a 101-degree fever and sleep wasn't coming very easily to her tonight.

"I'll do what I God damn please and there's not a thing you can do about it." Your boyfriend yelled as he reached into the fridge and pulled a beer out.

"You don't need any more beer tonight." You said as you glared at him.

"If I want a beer, I can have a beer." He said as he looked at you and twisted the cap off and brought the bottle to his lips.

You stomped over to him and reached out and grabbed the bottle from him.

He promised he was going to stop drinking when the baby was born. But yet here you were, eighteen months later and his drinking problem was worse than it was before you got pregnant.

"Give. It. Back." He said in a cold tone as he shot daggers at you.

"You said you were going to stop drinking when we had her! What happened to that promise? If anything you've gotten worse! This is getting out of hand, Y/boyfriend/n." You yelled as you slammed the bottle down onto the counter.

"Give me the beer." He said as he reached out for the beer.

"No. You're already drunk. You don't need another one!"

"Give me the God damn beer!" He yelled as he slammed his hand down onto the counter.

"No." You said sternly back before you turned the bottle upside down and poured it down the sink.

"You little-" he started to say.

The next thing you felt was a sharp sting to the side of your face. The slap caused you to lose your balance and your hip fell into the edge of the counter before you fell to the floor. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you brought your hand to your face.

You pulled yourself to your feet and hurried towards the stairs. If he wanted to waste his life away drinking then so be it. But you were not going to stick around to watch it and put your daughter through it.

You heard his heavy footsteps following behind you up the stairs.

"Where the f*ck do you think you're going?" He yelled as he reached out and grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to face him.

"I'm leaving!" You spat at him.

"You're not taking her with you." He said as he pointed towards the nursery.