Physical aggression by a man toward his partner is abuse, even if it happens only once. If he raises a fist; punches a hole in the wall; throws things at you; blocks your way; restrains you; grabs, pushes, or pokes you; or threatens to hurt you, that’s physical abuse. He is creating fear and using your need for physical freedom and safety as a way to control you.
You decided to surprise Jongin at the agency with dinner. He
had been rehearsing all week, always being the last to leave and you knew he
probably hadn’t eaten since lunchtime. As the hours ticked closer to midnight,
you worried that he had forgotten to eat again. You headed to his favourite
place, buying him some chicken and noodles before heading to his rehearsal
Finding the room, you peeked through the glass window and
saw him dancing in the middle of the room next to Sehun and Chanyeol. You
sighed to yourself and laughed lightly – it was a good thing you brought extra
food. For a while, you just stood and watched, mesmerised by Jongin’s
movements. He became someone completely different when he danced. He became
someone who exuded confidence when in fact you knew he could be quite shy a lot
of the time.
You could have watched him forever but the food was growing
Waiting for the music to finish, you knocked on the door
softly and pushed it open, poking your head inside. Jongin whipped his head
round and smiled brightly at you as you stepped inside, running over to lift
you off your feet and spin you around. His arms squeezed your ribs and made you
wince in pain.
“Ow,” you said through gritted teeth, sucking a breath in.
“It’s nice to see you too,” you tried to say normally, patting him on the head.
“Jongin, put her down. She brought food,” Sehun stated with
a smile as he leaned casually against Chanyeol who was laughing at the pair of
He lowered you to your feet but kept his arms wrapped around
you. “I thought you’d be hungry,” you told him, holding up the bag of food. “It’s
“And mine too!” Sehun added, taking the bag from you and opening
it up. “Oh it smells so good!”
“Save some for me,” Jongin told them sternly, already pulling
you back towards the door.
You were confused as to why you were being pulled away. Were
you not supposed to visit him? You’d done it before. His face was blocked from
your view as he stormed out of the rehearsal space but you could tell he was
tense about something. His shoulders were all knotted up.
When you were in the quiet corridor, he stopped you and
turned around to face you, his beautiful features pulled into a frown. “Are you
in pain baby? What’s the matter?”
“Nothing’s the matter,” you told him, stepping closer to run
your fingers down his cheek.
His frown didn’t ease up. “You’re not a very good liar.”
“Don’t worry Jongin, the pain is only temporary,” you tried
to reassure him. It was supposed to be a surprise. Your four year anniversary
was next week and you had wanted to surprise him. However it was rare that you managed
to surprise Jongin. He was so perceptive when it came to you.
He cupped your face gently and pleaded to you with his eyes.
“What pain? Where are you hurting? Shall I take you to the hospital? We’re going
to the hospital right now!”
“Calm down baby!” you soothed softly, trying not to get him
worked up. “It was supposed to be a surprise for you but if it’ll stop you from
marching me to the hospital, I guess you can see it now.”
“What are you talking about?”
You took your coat off, folding it up and dropping it on the
floor, before rolling up your top to where your bra was. Across your ribs, on
the right hand side under the lace of your bra were the words ‘my answer is you’ written in thick
black writing. The tattoo was only a couple of days old but it was healing
well, the wounds closing over.
“Do you remember when there was a thunderstorm here and I
couldn’t sleep?” you asked softly, watching his face as he marvelled at the tattoo.
His mouth was slightly open in shock or awe – you weren’t
sure which. His fingers were poised like he was going to touch the tattoo but
he didn’t. “I was in Japan at the time and you and the dogs were really scared,”
he replied, finally looking up at your face. “But I sent you a recording of me
singing ‘My Answer’.”
“It’s the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard and your recording made it
so much more special because I’m the only one who has heard you sing it. Every
time I can’t sleep or I miss you too much, I listen to that recording and it’s
like I have you with me.” You smiled at him and looked down at your tattoo,
stroking it softly with your fingertips. It had hurt at the time but thinking
about Jongin made the pain fade away.
He gulped hard and ran a finger across the tattoo, his touch
barely grazing your skin. “You did this for me?” he asked in a soft and small
“I did it to symbolise the four years we’ve spent together.
Whether we get married and have three kids and a billion dogs or whether it all
gets too much and we don’t make it to the end of the year – I never want to forget
you and all the love you have shown me,” you told him, letting your top fall
over your stomach once again. You cupped his face and kissed his lips softly, savouring
He smiled against your lips and pulled back. “I’ll never
stop loving you baby. We’ll get married and have little versions of us running
around and causing chaos. We’ll adopt all the lonely puppies of the world and slowly grow old
You sighed into his arms and let him hug you gently. Jongin
wasn’t always very good with his words but he was when it mattered. You couldn’t
help but swoon at his words and fall that little bit more in love with him.
He kissed the top of your head and ran his hand through your
hair. “My answer will always be you,” he murmured quietly, making you smile
into his chest and hug him tighter.
✏ + The three adventurers deal with a frustrating puzzle (except for Graham who is excited by the challenge)
They were in that god-forsaken room for eight long hours. Link laid on the floor staring up at the ceiling as Guybrush sat on a crate with his head in his hands growling under his breath in frustration. Graham, meanwhile, was buzzing around the room happily poking, touching, pushing, pulling, and ever other verb imaginable the items in the room. How the young archer had this much energy was a puzzle in and of itself, but neither of the blonds were planning on tackling that.
“Link.” Guybrush managed to mutter after sighing.
“Yeah?” Link answered, not moving his head from the floor to look at the pirate.
“Did you ever imagine that this was how you were going to end? Death by puzzles?”
“No. Always imagined it either by old age or in an epic battle.”
“Guys! Guys!!” Graham came running towards them, a massive grin on his face as he was practically bouncing in his spot eagerly looking between the two before going over to Link and pulling at his arm to try and stand the elf up. “C’mon! We can do this! We’re so close!”
“Nnnnnngh… I don’t wanna.” Link groaned.
“We’ve been at this with no progress whatsoever, Graham.” The pirate complained.
“Well… I mean, yeah. But where’s that sense of adventure?” The brunet countered.
“It died eight hours ago.” The elf mumbled, having only been sitting up thanks in part to Graham still holding on his arm.
“As did my patience.” Guybrush added, huffing at the end as he watched Graham tug at Link’s arm almost amusingly. “Besides, what can we do now that’s different then what we did hours earlier?”
Graham pressed his lip in thought as he placed a finger on his chin, tapping it in thought trying to think how to answer that. “We could… um…” He began thinking and a frown slowly forming. It was true that they thought of every possible way to solve the mysterious room after walking in and getting locked inside. They tried hacking, slashing, blowing up, climbing up, climbing down, and everything under the puzzle-solving sun but everything turned up to be a dead-end.
The archer looked over at Link who’s head was far back when an idea clicked. “We just need to think of this from another perspective!” Graham grinned. Guybrush, while impressed by the brunet’s optimism, still raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“And that entails…?” Guybrush asked.
“Scoot over.” Graham gestured as he let go of Link’s hand, the two wincing when the they heard the hard thud the elf made as his head banged into floor. “Sorry!’
“It’s fine…” Link groaned, rubbing the bruised skull.
Guybrush scooted over, allowing the brunet to go on the crate and lie down on his back, his head now upside down as he looked around the room. A half hour passed when he realized that the puzzles weren’t really meant to be used, but rather it was in a particular position so that the room would be forming into an arrow.
“I SOLVED IT!” Graham pumped his fist triumphantly before rolling over, standing up. “I DID IT! I KNOW HOW–” The blood to the head caused the brunet to be dizzy, causing him to trip on top of Link who let out a pained ‘OOF’ as a result.
Guybrush, who was sitting on the floor watching this let out a snort.
Valentina had finally dragged herself out of her bed and properly dressed for the day. She hadn’t checked her own agenda yet, but she knew breakfast was always first. Being that her bedroom was fairly close to The Oval, she always dropped in on her father to walk with him to the dining room. It was her routine. And more importantly, she knew if she didn’t do it, her father would work himself into the ground, skip his meals altogether.
“Daddy,” she chirped as she pushed the door open, poking her head in, only to stop in her tracks. Valentina couldn’t help the strange sense of deja vu when she pushed the door further spotting Tate by her father’s desk, leaned over some papers on the hardwood desk. This was exactly how they’d met, after all. “What are you two doing?” Her arms instantly came up to cross over her chest, narrowing her eyes suspiciously, especially the moment her father met her gaze, a grin on his lips. “And why are you so happy?”
“Come see,” her father beckoned her over with a hand then.
Sherlock is standing with his hands tightly clasped behind his back, body rigid, pinching his lips together so hard they are going white.
His entire focus is on one thing.
John’s hand is on his lower back.
John is touching him.
Not pushing or poking.
Just resting, palm laying flat, anchoring Sherlock in a way he never knew he needed.
And Sherlock can’t think.
He can’t hear anything Lestrade is saying.
He can’t process the dead body in front of him.
All he can comprehend is John’s hand on his back, subtle but loving, the slight pressure saying so much with John saying so little, after years and years of waiting for this, here they stand at a crime scene. Together. Standing closer than socially acceptable for two flatmates. Touching.
And it’s terrifying.
And when Sherlock looks over, his Army Doctor offers him a small smile and a nod, murmuring, “Alright?”
And Sherlock finds himself responding with a simple tilt of his head in agreement. “Alright.”
YOU WOULD COME BACK. *HEADBANGS* WISH I NEVER HUNG UP THE PHONE LIKE I DID. I WISH YOU KNOW THAT *GRABS CHEST* I NEVER FORGET YOU AS LONG AS I LIVE AND I WISH YOU WERE RIGHT HERE *POINTS TO THE GROUND* RIGHT NOW ITS ALL GOOD I WISH YOU WOULD. I I I I I I I WISH I WISH I I I I I I I I WISH I WISH I I I I I I I WISH I WISH I YOU ALWAYS KNEW HOW TO PUSH MY BUTTONS *POKES FRIEND* YOU GIVE ME EVERYTHING AND NOTHING THIS MAD LOVE MAKES YOU COME RUNNING *SPINS* TO STAND BACK WHERE YOU STOOD *SLOWLY LOWERS MYSELF TO THE GROUND* I WISH YOU WOULD I WISH YOU WOULD I WISH YOU WOULD I WISH YOU WOULD * LAYS DOWN ON MY STOMACH* I I I I I I I WISH I WISH I I I I I I WISH I WISH I WISH YOU WOULD... *SOBS*
Isabelle is such an amazing sister! She knows that Alec needs to open up, at least a little bit, that he needs to let go of at least some of his pent-up feelings and frustrations, or he will get hurt badly, or it will end in tears.
So, what does she do? She pushes and prods and pokes until he can’t help but explode. Because she knows she’s a safe target, that he can tell her anything, yell anything at her and she’ll keep his secrets. And the smile she gets out of him in the end, even a tiny one, is the best reward.