(Warning: This chapter deals with domestic abuse and eating disorders. I understand that these aren't light topics, and I don't want them to be treated as such. I've done research, but if there are any inaccuracies, please tell me so I can fix it. Also this one isn't edited because I'm really tired and wanted to get this up this weekend)

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"How was work today?" Will stepped out of the kitchen to greet his boyfriend, who came and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"It was okay, nothing special. What did you do all day?" He gave Will one more peck before leaning back, arms still around his waist. Will loved when he was affectionate like this.

"I made some of your favourite dinner, and for dessert, a pie from the fruit in the garden." Will entwined their fingers together, and pulled, leading him to the kitchen where the delicious smell was coming from.

"Wash the dishes before you eat." His boyfriend instructed, and Will nodded, grabbing a plate and dishing up food, sliding it in front of him before going to the sink and running hot water. It didn't take him long, and soon he was joining him at the table with his own food. There was no conversation while they ate, but there wasn't usually.

The other man finished his food first, and left his plate on the table and retreated to the living room with a beer, turning on the television. Will knew work was stressful for him, so he cleaned up his dishes and brought his pie into the living room. "Anything else I can do for you, love? I'm going to get a slice for myself and then come join you."

"Do you really think you need a slice of pie?"

"Mmm, you're right. How about a massage? You must be sore." Will had noticed he was filling out a bit more and knew he needed to start eating healthier, it wasn't good for his body.

"You've been busy all day, let me do something for you for a change." He suggested, and Will nodded, sitting on the floor in front of him. The hands that rubbed his shoulders and neck were a tad rough, but he didn't mind. It was the thought that counts. He relished these moments, trying to remember every detail for the days that were not as good.

"That feels so good, babe."

"I love you." He leaned down and kissed my cheek, his stubble rubbing against my face, tickling.

"I love you too."

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"What's this?" A voice called from the kitchen, and Will went to go see what was wrong.

His boyfriend was seated at the table, laptop open, scowl on his face. Will leaned over to see he was on the banking website, pointing to a purchase. "Oh, I bought a book yesterday, I think you'd enjoy it as well."

"You know you should ask me before you buy anything. Your reckless spending is going to leave us broke, and it will be all your fault. I'm trying so damn hard to provide for us, and you think you can just go spend all of my money?" His grip on Will's wrist had tightened a little, but it wasn't incredibly painful.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be a big deal, I can return it today."

"You'd better. I have to leave for work, but please don't make me come home to a messy house again, you know I don't like that." He leaned and gave Will a quick peck on the lips before getting up and grabbing his briefcase. "I love you, be good!" He called as he left the house.

Will let out a huge sigh before checking his attitude. He was loved, he got to live in a great apartment in a good area, and he had everything he could possibly need. It was only fair that he helped run things from this end. A book was an unnecessary purchase when he could have just gone to the library.

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The first time Will felt any sort of fear towards his boyfriend was when they were at a club. He hadn't wanted to go, but he knew it would make his boyfriend happy so he put on his best shirt and styled his hair.

The music was pounding through his entire system, making it impossible to really have a conversation, so he went to the bar to get another drink. Will felt a hand wrap around his shoulder, and assuming it was his boyfriend, he ignored it as he ordered. 

"What the hell?" A voice roared behind him, and Will turned to see that it most definitely wasn't his boyfriend draped around him. He immediately shoved the drunk guy off of him and flinched as his boyfriend started punching the guy who was now on the ground trying to cover his face, too drunk to fight back.

"Stop it!" Will cried, pulling his boyfriend away from the bar. "What were you thinking? Do you want to get arrested?"

"He was touching you and I didn't like it." He was still clearly angry, hands still clenched tightly into fists.

"I'm sorry, I just assumed it was you, I would have shoved him away if I had known." Will tried to explain the situation, tried to calm him down. "Why don't we go back to the house, I think I've drank enough for one night." He smiled, trying his best to lighten the atmosphere, but his boyfriend just stomped away to flag down a cab.

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Will was scared. His boyfriend rarely drank at home, let alone got this drunk. He wouldn't have minded so much if he was a happy drunk, but as he heard a lamp go shattering against a wall, he was scared. Will stayed in the office, locked away for the remainder of the night.

"Will, baby, I'm sorry. Please come out, I'm sober, I promise." The pleading from the other side of the door in the morning worked to lure him out. Besides the dented and scratched wall, there was no evidence of last night. His boyfriend pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry. I had a rough day at work yesterday, it won't happen again. I love you, baby."

"I love you too." And he meant it. He was undeniably head over heals in love with this man. Sure he was rough around the edges, but who wasn't? Relationships are meant to have their ups and downs, but just because last night was a down, didn't mean they didn't still love each other in the end. "I love you so much."

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Will stared at his reflection in the mirror. He looked good. He was wearing his best suit, the tie that matched his blue eyes, and his hair was styled perfectly. Earlier he had even gotten his eyeliner perfect first try, which was rare. He had to wipe it off before his boyfriend got home from work, but he didn't care. It was their three year anniversary and they were going out to dinner. Will had found a ring in his boyfriends suit pocket that morning, and he couldn't stop smiling ever since. He was so ready for whatever tonight would bring.

"You ready?" His boyfriend popped his head into his room and wolf whistled. "You look hot, the cab is waiting outside." 

Will nodded and watched his boyfriend, hopefully soon to be Fiance, walk away before doing one more check to make sure everything was in place. Satisfied, he went and crawled into the backseat so they could head to the restaurant. 

He had never been to this place before, but he was amazed. The building was dimly lit, each table held a candle. There was a giant fish tank along one wall, and Will was mesmerized. He heard a chuckle beside him as his boyfriend wrapped their hands together. "You're lucky I called ahead to request a table by the tank. A server led them over, and there was already an appetizer and drinks waiting for them.

"Love, you didn't have to do all of this for me, I would have been happy with just a night in on the couch if I had you." Will squeezed his hand before sitting down.

"Are you not happy with this? I spent so much tonight, so don't even-"

"No, no, no. I love it, really. I'm always happy when I have you, I love you." But even so, Will felt terrible seeing the prices on the menu when just the other week he had to return a book.He quickly found the cheapest thing on the menu, and while he wasn't sure if he would like it, he didn't mind doing it to help out.

They talked as they ate, pausing to order. Will felt a twang of jealousy when the waiter flirted with his boyfriend when they were obviously on a date, but who wouldn't find him attractive. Besides, he knew how much they loved each other. There was a ring in the other man's pocket to prove it.

Will got excited when his boyfriend stood up at one point during the meal, but he was just going to the restroom. But finally, as they finished their dinner and the dishes were replaced with dessert, he grabbed his hand and began speaking.  "William Solace, I have been in love with everything about you for the past three years, and I would be completely honoured if you would let me love you for the rest of my life." He pulled out the ring from his pocket and slid it partly on his finger. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes, of course! I love you too." Will was overwhelmed as the ring was slid onto his finger, and he leaned over the table to meet him for a kiss. This was the beginning of the rest of his life, and if it was anything like right now, it would be spectacular.

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Hiding himself away in the office at night was becoming more frequent, hi fiance getting drunk at home more and more often. He didn't blame him. He had gotten demoted at work, and things were tight. He was under a lot of stress.

That was the explanation he had given himself when it first happened. Will was in the bedroom, reading a book he had gotten from the library when he stumbled in, slamming the door behind him. "Blow me."

Will was caught off guard completely and yelped in pain when his fiance grabbed his hair and yanked. "No, you're drunk."

"I am not drunk!" His voice was loud, and the slap he gave Will's face reverberated around the room. Will cradled his cheek, but the fact that his fiance just did that hurt more than his face. He could see the shock flash across his fiance's face too, as he recoiled and took several steps away from Will. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry baby. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I promise, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." The words came out in a drunk panic, and Will reached forward to grab his hand.

"I know, it's okay. You didn't mean to." Will should have packed up and left right then, but couples fought, and they would get past this. If they couldn't then their marriage would fall apart. "It won't happen again, I trust you."

"It won't ever happen again, I swear it on my life."

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He kept that promise for a long time, but just because his fiance didn't use his fists didn't mean he couldn't hurt him still. 

"You need to not eat as much."

"Do you even do anything while I slave away all day?"

"Useless."

"You're letting yourself slip, you were more attractive when we were dating."

"If you're not careful I might have to trade you in for a newer model."

Will strived to be better every day. He wanted to be worthy of the love he was given and wanted to prove how grateful he was.

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Hunger engulfed every part of Will's body, food consumed his mind, but he refused to eat anything. He wanted to look good enough to stand beside his fiance at the alter. If his fiance noticed is drastic weight loss, he didn't say anything.

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It was two weeks before the wedding and his fiance started showing the traits that made Will first fall in love again. He would come home with flowers or help make dinner together, them playing music loudly in the kitchen. He still never said anything about the size of Will's portion, but he probably didn't even notice. Instead, he started giving more compliments again, reassuring Will that he was doing the right thing.

"Dance with me." His fiance grabbed Will's hand and pulled him close to his chest as a slow song came on. He felt incredibly safe, hands entwined, face pressed against his chest where he could hear his heartbeat. If he ever had any moments of doubt abut the wedding, this moment put all his fears to rest.

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(A/N: So this ended up being reallyyy long, so I'll split it into two parts. I'll try and finish writing part two to have it updated this week, and then I can start writing the prompts you guys requested)