plot! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪: you have an argument with your boyfriend over his fav hoodie you stained, and try your best to make it up to him
genre! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪: angst ; fluff ; suggestive
warnings! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪: swearing ; arguments ; yn is a crybaby and she’s dense ; riki is mean ; they’re just both very stupid ; kissing and idk
forced myself to write this bcs rikiblur is SOOOO dry. english is not my first language!
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Yes, he warned you multiple times, yes, you didn’t listen.. but it’s because you didn’t think something like this could happen. Yet it did.
His $8,200 Chrome Hearts white hoodie disgustingly stained, after you spilled your milk tea onto it as you were studying on your desk.
You panicked a little at first but stayed calm. It’s just milk tea after all, easy to get rid off. Not wanting to put it in the washing machine to cause any suspicions - because when you asked if you could wear his hoodie he said he’d kill you if you did - you grabbed the stain remover spray on the desk. Not paying attention of what’s in the bottle, you sprayed the liquid all over the stain, not thinking much about it, until panic rose up, as you noticed the stain now transformed into an ugly reddish marron color stain. Opening the spray bottle you sniff the inside and realize, it’s bleach. Your stupid boyfriend put bleach into the stain remover container and now, you accidentally ruined his favorite piece of clothing, the one he always brags about.
Tears, running down your face the whole time you tried to fix your mistake with different tutorials you searched up on google, only making the stain worse and worse.
At the worst time, Riki came to your place because to pick up some stuff he left in here for the week.
You tried to act as normal as possible, greeting him like you’d usually do, cooking him dinner and cuddling him, but when it was time for him to go, he asks you the question you’ve been fearing.
“Angel, have you seen my white hoodie?” he says, while packing his stuff in his expensive bag, not even really looking at you, expecting you to just tell him where it is.
You stutter and try to act dumb, hoping he would forget about the white hoodie, but it’s literally his favorite one.
“Uh.. Which one? You have like a dozen of these..” you lie.
He frowns, stopping all his movements to take a good look at you.
“I only brought one here?” he reminds you, his voice progressively getting lower and his gaze scarier.
Riki stands up and crosses his arms.
“The one you specifically asked me to wear, and I told you not to?”
Panic builds up in your body as you’re sat here on your bed defeated. Your boyfriend sees the tears well up in your eyes and gets worried. “Y/n.”
“I didn’t mean to..” you sniffle, tugging on your own sleeves.
“Are you fucking serious? Y/n I swear to God if you-“
“I didn’t mean to! I just wanted to take pictures with it. I was extra careful the whole time! But it had your smell and it felt comfy so I- I stayed in it a bit longer and spilled my drink on it-“
“What?!” he gets closer, looking borderline enraged. The man scoffs and put his hands on his head, poking his tongue against his cheek trying to calm down.
“I’m sorry! I tried to fix it but then- someone put bleach in the stain remover and I got scared so I tried following many tutorials and-“
“I told you I didn’t want you to wear it! It’s rare for fuck’s sake!”
He groans and paces around the room, muttering incoherent curses while you look at him in tears.
“Where is it. Show it to me.” he demands.
You instantly oblige and get off the bed to reach the hoodie you stuffed so far into your closet, hoping he would never find it. You hand it to him and he looks absolutely devastated, staring at the fabric completely destroyed.
“I’m so.. so sorry Riki..” you cry, shaking your head and looking up at him.
Your crying softens him up, but his anger is way too strong to forgive you. He turns around, grabs his bag and walks off, slamming the door behind him. You flinch and crash down to the floor, weeping like a baby, despite this being all your fault, and being aware of it.
He does hear your cries through the door, and fucking hates it. Having the love of his life crying is something, but crying because of him, is tearing him up. He doesn’t want to give in now, you didn’t respect his boundaries so he wants a little space from you. A part inside of him can’t help but make him feel dramatic. It’s just a piece of fabric! And he knows that, despite it being important to him. But he was too mad on the moment to go back.
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Failed tests, makeup pallets broken and still no signs from Riki.
You stare at your screen the whole time, with the name “baby boy” below a picture of him smiling widely with your lipstick stains on his face.
You’ve sent him multiple messages after the argument. He’s not giving you the silent treatment, but is definitely acting more dry.
Understandably he’s upset because you ruined his favorite expensive hoodie. But some part of you couldn’t help but think he was doing too much. Yes, it was important to him, yes it was eight fucking thousand dollars, but.. it’s just a hoodie? And it’s not like Riki was not loaded..
Not wanting to making the situation any worse, you put it aside and just try to make it up to him, by sending sweet messages and apologies, packing his lunches and giving them to Jay - because he barely ever eats at noon - and just overall acting nice. But doing all this is draining when you’re not getting the same energy back.
At one point what are you supposed to do?
You did a mistake and sincerely apologized multiple times, there’s nothing more you can do. He has the power to end this stupid argument and bring everything back to how it used to be.
But it doesn’t seem like he really wants to..
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“Thank you y/n. That’s so sweet.”
Jay grabs the lunch bag you’ve prepared for Riki with a nervous smile.
“Of course! I made dumplings and salad for today. C-can you like… update me? Like tell me if he ate it all or if he didn’t like it..?”
Jay sighs, and comes out of the door, closing it and stands right in front of you. “Listen.. Are things not getting any better with him?” he asks in a whisper, as if he was scared Riki could hear him.
Your smile fades instantly and you slowly shake your head.
He sighs again and shakes his head in disappointment. “Do you mind if I talk to him? I feel like this situation might be going a bit.. tiny bit too far for what it actually is.”
“But it’s my fault, I disobeyed and made him upset by ruining his top.” you frown slightly.
“Don’t say ‘disobey’.. Gosh don’t say that.” he frowns and clears his throat, before opening his mouth to speak again. “I mean.. Yes you did, but it was an accident, and I feel like you’ve apologized a lot already. You’re giving in too much effort to someone who’s not even trying to solve the problem”
His last sentence echoes in your head, and realization hits. You can’t help but feel embarrassed about the way you acted. Begging for forgiveness? To a man who’s not willing to find a solution?
“Oh..” you say, staring at the void, finally getting a reality check.
“It’s okay y/n, I’ll talk to him and hopefully all of this will end. Thank you for the dumplings.” He smiles and gets back inside the dorm, closing the door behind him.
He walks by Riki who’s playing Marvel Rivals on the couch in the living room, and stops right behind him. Jay slaps the back of his head, making the young boy whine.
“Take these headphones off we need to talk.”
He rolls his eyes, sets the controller down and crosses his arms like an upset child. “I don’t want to talk about her.”
“But we have to.” Jay insists, sitting next to him on the couch full of dirty crumbs. “I know that.. what y/n did was wrong. She didn’t respect your ‘boundaries’ like you say.. But what more do you want from her now that she’s apologized multiple times, respected your space and even cooked you food by distance? You do realize she wastes her short time of break to deliver food to you, and clocks in right back just for your selfish ass?”
Riki just pouts his lips and fidgets with his hands, feeling guilty.
“I know. But it got so far I don’t know how to make my way back to her again.”
The older one feels his blood boiling listening to Riki’s bullshit, but he takes a deep breath and calms down. They’re still young and dumb at this age.
“She literally sends you texts everyday, asking how you’re doing, and makes you food.. by distance! You’re the one who’s not putting in any effort into this, do you not like her anymore?”
When Jay utters these last words, Riki gives him a death stare.
“Don’t ever say that shit again. She’s my future wife.”
“Well clearly not if you keep it going like this.”
“I do love her! She is sweet and kind, she’s funny, she sings so beautifully I could listen to her all day, she smells like a fucking strawberry shortcake and she’s adorable when she looks at me from above asking for-“
Jay clears his throat and cuts him off. “Okay I get it, I get it.. I think you have to talk to her, in person, you apologize in return, and make up. Easy.”
He sighs and looks another time at Jay to get his approval. “Right now?”
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Riki sent you these texts thirty minutes ago and you made sure you looked perfect. Hair out and shiny, skin oiled up in cocoa butter, your bloomers and his large silky blouse on and of course wearing his favorite perfume, burberry her.
Despite looking pretty you felt like trash. Negative thoughts quickly got into your head, expecting the worst from this.
What if the argument gets worse? What if he doesn’t forgive you? What if he wants to break up?
Thankfully your thoughts got to an end when you heard the familiar sound of keys dangling against the door, the keys you purposely left him in case he wanted to come over.
Before he opens the door you rush towards the entrance to open it first.
“It’s opened.” you shyly smile, finally seeing your boyfriend.
He’s huge, you almost forgot, how tall he was. His dark eyes looking down at you, intimidating you.
“Hi..” you try to start a conversation, to break the glass but the tension is so heavy, so heavy you can feel it trying to shut you up.
“Hi.” he responds dryly, putting his hands in his pockets while staring intensely at your smaller figure.
“I was about to cook you dinner.. You can sit while I.. finish.” you don’t even try to look at him as your feet are already walking to the kitchen, trying to free yourself from the awkwardness.
Silence. Nothing can be heard but the soft sound of the boiling water in the kitchen.
Pork? Chicken? Beef? Confusion, excitement and worry were messing up your mind, making you completely incompetent. Even the simplest decisions and tasks are now torturous dilemmas. You were so focused into the food you forgot what time it was. It’s been an hour since you’ve started and it’s almost midnight.
Riki gives up on his non chalant act and comes up to you. “Are you alright in here-“ he cuts himself off, seeing the state of the kitchen. Food all over the counter, sauce spilled everywhere and sweat on your face.
“Y/n you’ve been there for an hour. I didn’t ask you to cook me anything.”
You stay silent, staring him in even more confusion. You’ve completely lost your mind, trying way too hard to please him. “Well I tried to- I mean I wanted to make you something I.. I’m sorry I took so long..”
Tears well up in your eyes again. It’s like you’re being tested, observed and judged by your own boyfriend, but you don’t realize you’re the one putting all this pressure on yourself, when all he wanted was to talk.
Riki sighs and just gives in, walking up to you and wrapping you into his arms while you sob softly. The moment you feel his warmth your body immediately relaxes, finally getting back the energy you’ve put so much energy giving. The scent of his leather jacket, cologne and cigarette hits your nostrils, making you melt into his arms, begging to feel more of him.
“Why.. Why’d you do all that..” he softly asks, dropping the tough act.
“I was so scared to disappoint you again and lose you.” you manage to utter between sobs.
God, you wanted to slap him. Of course over a hoodie, he’s the one who got in that state when you stained it.
“Yes! You ignored me for almost a whole week!” you talk back.
Your boyfriend slides his hands right below your butt and lifts you up, so you can wrap your legs around him. “I’m sorry too. For acting immature and hurting your feelings.” He says between kisses on your neck and deep sniffs, taking in the sweet smell of your skin he missed so much.
You don’t even have the energy to say anything back, all you crave for at the moment is stay in his arms and hold him for as long as possible. Riki carries you through your own flat, getting you to the bedroom and laying down you comfortably on the bed, like a precious porcelain doll. Why is this man always so soft with you..
He leans down, cages you in between his big arms, and brings his face closer to yours, nuzzling his nose against yours.
“I love you.. I’ll buy you another hoodie..” you whisper, desperately trying to fix your mistake despite him forgiving you now.
“You can’t.” he murmurs in between hungry kisses onto your skin, like a vampire deprived of blood, he gently nibbles spots on your neck, his breath getting heavier and heavier. “It was collector. And out of your budget.”
“I’m sure there’s a way to fix this.. I could.. give your $8,200 back.. pay for your car insurance or.. I don’t know just let me pay for something!” you almost sob, begging for him to take some money out of you to get this dirty guilty feeling out of your head.
You’re so focused on trying to ‘find a solution’ and to pay him what you ‘owe him’, you don’t notice he’s already eagerly unbuttoning your shirt, groaning at the sight of your laced lilac bra. He dives his head into your chest, inhaling your delicious, sugary scent and kissing your soft buttered skin.
“You’re not even listening..” you whine.
Riki slightly lifts his head up to respond to you, “No, I’m not.”. A light red pigment slowly shows up on your face, now realizing that your boyfriend was literally eating you up while you were crying over him. He slides his arms under your back and rests his chest over yours, grazing his lips on the shell of your ear. “I missed you so much”, he whimpers, licking and biting your ear.
You put your arms around his neck and lean - if not drown - into his touch, you can feel your positive energy recharging in your body, like Riki is the one transferring it to you.
The night goes on, the both of you are bare under the covers, legs tangling together and heat radiating out of your bodies. You’re already sound asleep, with your cheek pressed against his chest and your soft breath coming in and out of your mouth. He observes, very carefully, thinking back of how he made you cry, and how you tried desperately to get his pardon. He couldn’t think of something more precious in the world.
“My baby..” he lets out in a barely audible sigh, rubbing his palms on the curve of your back, and leaning down to kiss your shoulder. The little hair and skin making contact with his warm lips grazing it, making it feel like silk and velvet rubbing against each other.
Arguments can go pretty far between the two of you, but the way they end are worth the time away from each other, trying to look back on your actions, and grow in maturity and tolerance.
That’s why he’s worth it.
fin! why am I so bad at writing arghhhhh
