Anime x reader

Model Goku Black x Abused Reader

This is a modern-ish AU (I honestly just feel kinda down rn) there is also abuse (physical and emotional!)
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Reader's POV

I looked over at my boyfriend as he allowed the girls to rub all up and down his chest while they obviously were flirting. I turned on my heels, and walked outside putting in my ear buds. I hummed to the song that filled my ears. I jumped as I felt a tap on my shoulder.

The man looked at me with dark shades covering his eyes, his ear piercings caught my attention as they shined in the sunlight that was once kissing my skin. I looked more at him and his hair was a freshly dyed rose pink, along with his eyebrows. He moved so his sunglasses stayed put on his head.

My breathe got caught in my throat as I looked into his pink irises, an obvious blush dusted across my cheeks.

"H-How can I-I help you sir?" I squeaked out, and he gave me a small smirk, and I played with the sleeves of my sweater feeling small.

"I know where I'm going, but I wasn't expecting to see such a lovely women waiting outside is all." He stated, and to which I scoffed at his words. Lovely? Me really? I get called plain by those around me all the time.

"Y/n, where did you, oh you're off being a whore again. Get your bitch ass over here." My boyfriend ordered with a growl, and I froze up but scurried over to him quickly. He glared at me as we got into the cab.

I never got that mans name. I sighed as I looked out the window and watched the clouds move in the sky.

"What are you sighing about you bitch? Missing that asshole already? I can't take you out anywhere! You look like a slut in that outfit, and you opening your legs for a man that just crosses your path?" He shouted at me, and I flinched. I let out a painful scream as he yanked on my hair, and slapped me across the face once we got to our stop. "Get out bitch!" He shouted again and physically kicked me out of the car and I fell onto the pavement. I looked up at him as tears blurred my vision.

"S-Stop! I didn't do any of those things." I whispered, and he put the bottom of his shoe on my face digging it into the hard concrete. I let out another scream, but I knew no one would help. They just turn their head and turn to walk in a different direction.

"What was that slut? You're crying? You pathetic little bitch! You should be greatful!" With everyone of his words he put more pressure onto his foot, until he suddenly got his foot off of me. I was terrified of this man, and he forcefully picked me off of the ground as he dragged me into our studio apartment.

*later that night*

I sat up in bed wide awake, I applied a cold compact to my now bruised cheek due to him smacking me across the face. I was terrified to see what he'd do to me while I slept, he left and bought me flowers and a gift saying he wouldn't do it again. He was just trying to show me he loved me. Is that what this is? Love? I got off the bed and started packing up my bags, and left.

My parents and everyone loved him, except for my brother, but I wouldn't bother him at this hour so I'll just sleep on the streets tonight. I walked out of the apartment and started walking I refused to go back to that so called home.

*6 months later*

I had stayed in a shelter, until I had enough to at least pay rent to stay in an elder woman's apartment. She understood where I was coming from.

"Y/n I'm going to the studio, would you like to come with me?" She asked, she was a secretary at a modeling studio. I looked at her and nodded, I was always silent when she'd ask me questions about going outside, scared of seeing that dreadful man once more. "Okay go get dolled up, my grandson is a model there! He's such a gentleman." She stated, I laughed softly as she mentioned her grandson, who she's been trying to hook me up with for 5 months.

"Could you possibly help me ma'am?" I whispered, and she looked at me shocked because I had said more than one word.

"Absolutely dear." She said and started getting me ready, she did my hair as I had finished changing and doing light make up.

*timeskip*

"There he is, Black, come meet the girl who's been renting out my apartment, you'll love her." She said and I froze as I saw his pink irises fall onto mine again, the smirk I memorized plastered on his face. He gave his grandma a gentle hug, before turning his attention back to me.

"Nice to meet you again ma'am." He spoke nicely and kisses my hand, and I blushes while quickly taking my hand back. "Sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He moved his hand upward and I flinched, but froze as he gently placed it on my cheek.

"Sorry h-habit." I whispered and adverted my gaze from the man to the carpeted floor. The pattern was pretty reminded me of the quilt I had gotten from my grandmother, which my ex had burned.

"That shouldn't be a habit to have, if you don't mind me asking what happened to you for you to get this way." Black had asked, but I jumped as I heard a voice that haunted my every waking day.

"Black, man the director, oh Y/n didn't know you were friend hopping, a true whore I see." My ex had said, and I fiddled with my sweater sleeve, " aw, don't be a shy bitch now." He said as harshly as he had grabbed my chin to make me look at him. His grip tightening with every second that passed.

"Let go of me." I said, trying to be strong, my façade crumbling slowly, but noticeably.

"Ha you're still so pathetic." He shouted in my face and threw my face to the side, he moved his hand to land a punch into my face but Black got in the way blocking it with his own.

"Leave now, if you know what's best for you. You will not be working for this company anymore and you will not be working with anymore companies at that." Black stated strongly, and I looked up at him in aw, completely star stuck. My ex soon left and Black turned to look back at me once he was gone, "he caused your so called habit didn't he?" I nodded as of it wasn't obvious already, and he pulled me into his chest.

"No one's going to hurt you ever again. I promise you that." He stated, and I just looked up at him in that moment.

*now*

He stayed true to his word, no one hurt me after that, I quit living in his grandmothers basement, and started my own career as a writer. I missed Black so much it's been 5 years since his passing but I remember those days as of it were yesterday.

I hit publish soon after I had finished the post on my loving, husband. I went to sleep, and was waken by the softness of the sun kissing my face. My loving husband standing in front of me stretching out his hand to me, to which I took and we walked together.

"I've been waiting for you my love." He had spoken softly, his words were always soft to me, never loud in fear of starting up my trauma once more, but I was no longer scared because I had a family that loved me.

"And I've been waiting to see you." I replied, and our arms linked together we walked a crossed to live a "life" with no pain and suffering.

- The end -

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Sorry this isn't like what I originally write but I thought of the idea before I went to sleep so I wanted to write it straight away before I completely forgot it by morning I hope you liked it!!

- Megan