All my stories are female reader pov. Unless specified.
Request are open.
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I don't write smut, I'm just not good at it
Trigger Warnings:
-violence/abuse
-self-harm/ hatred
- language
- depression
You were vacuuming the floor in your apartment that you shared with your boyfriend Vic. You were slowly dancing to the soft music coming from his acoustic guitar from down the hall. As you sway to the music, you get carried away, and bump the vacuum into a table. You here a loud "CRASH" as a glass lamp hits the floor.
"Y/N" ,you hear Vic hollar and begin to run down the hall. Thinking he was gonna be mad and hit you like your ex used to, you begin to shake and tears begin to pour from your eyes. As he approaches, Vic smiles seeing that you are okay, but soon notices your frightened state and pulls you into a hug.
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" Baby, it's okay, it's just a lamp....we can always buy another one."
" I thought you would be mad and hurt me"
" of course not, I'm not like "him", I could never hurt you....I love you too damn much"
You smile, then Vic grabs a broom and helps you clean up the mess. The rest of the day, you two cuddle on the couch and you think about how lucky you are to have such a great boyfriend.
