Hello, can I request for some angst to comfort chuuya with a s/o during an argument and she just holds in her tears but fails miserably please
thabk u so much jve been waiting for this.... i love hurt/comfort omg.... anw to practice my imagines/scenario skills ill try and make this a scenario thank u sm if u dont like it u can request it in hcs form :(
argument [nakahara chuuya x reader]
warning: chuuya says some very mean stuff :(
"jesus fucking christ, chuuya, where have you been?" not exactly the welcome chuuya was expecting from his significant other, although it is to be expected since chuuya arrived at 3 in the morning when he promised he'd be home at 8 pm.
"can you not, right now? im tired." he calmly says as he starts taking off his coat and shoes at the door way. you approach him with an annoyed expression, "can you stop looking at me like that?"
"stop looking at you like what? like you didn't come home on time without even a single call or text? i was worried, chuuya!" you say, watching chuuya shrug off the last of his coat, scoffing at your words.
"what do you want me to do? text you while im in a middle of this emergency meeting? it was important and you could've waited."
"oh, so your job can't wait but i can? it's like the mafia's more important than i am. " you felt offended by his words. you could've waited? you didn't even expect that he'd be having that stupid meeting.
"it is! it was just an emergency meeting that i needed to go to, so i went and that's why im late. it's not even a big deal, y/n." he walks past you to grab one of his wines from the wine fridge in the kitchen. you could only stare at him with disbelief, thoroughly processing his words. did he really say that the mafia is more important than you?
you knew he's loyal to the mafia, and you knew that when you decided to be with chuuya. you were never really mad at him for staying out late when it was for his job, but you were worried sick. he could've been gone through anything during that time!
"its "not a big deal"? i know you're busy and whatever, but you promised you'd be home and i expected you home!" you followed after him, watching him pour himself a glass before drinking it all and pouring another glass as if he was a thirsty man who crawled across the dessert just to find water.
"well aren't you so childish, huh? at least i'm doing actual work! you're here just laying around doing nothing, and you couldn't even wait a few fucking hours."
"excuse you? you're the one who told me to quit my fucking job!"
"yeah, i did, and you probably should go back to that stupid little job, huh? you can finally be of use for once." he replies, staring at you dead in the eyes with no remorse for what he just said. you could only shut up and stare back at him, not believing the words that crawled out of his mouth. to make matters worse, he added on, "go do that little drawing job you do for a living, maybe it'll be better than staying here waiting for me to come home like some fucking dog and whine all the time."
not only does he insult your job, which you worked hard to achieve, he calls you a fucking dog. tears had already started forming in your eyes, the burning sensation of it being held back. you didn't have the voice to reply or the energy to move, you stood there completely still, trying to hold back your tears.
"what, you're just doing to stand there? finally decided to shut up?" he laughs sarcastically, sipping from his glass again as he looks away from you, "it's better when you're quiet and not bitching."
you could only mutter a small "what?", the waiver in your voice signifying your impending tears. the whimper and shake in your voice fell on deaf ears, he just scoffs and shakes his head.
"didn't you hear me? or are you just that stupid? i said it's better-"
"i heard you the first time, you fucking asshole!" the tears finally fall as you slam your hands on the counter, raising your voice. the ache in your heart only begins to spread more as you sob, feeling your knees grow weak as you hold onto the counter. your boyfriend could only stare at you in shock, finally starting to realize what he'd said.
"y... y/n, i-im sorry, i-" he tries to approach you and hold your hand but you flinch away, stepping back a few steps away from him. he feels his throat close up and heart fall down to his stomach, he feels like an absolute jerk.
"don't fucking touch me." you hold your hand against your chest, slowly backing away from the man you thought would never hurt you. the man who promised to never hurt you.
"baby, i didn't mean to-" his voice waivers noticeably when he sees you try and hold back the already overflowing tears streaming down your cheeks, "please."
you could only shake your head in response, continuing to inch away from him as you aggressively wipe the tears from your face.
"i don't think we should be together right now. i-i need to go." your voice comes out shaky and breathless, contrasting your statement as if you're not confident that you should be apart. in reality, you needed chuuya. you always did, and even if he's the one who hurt you, only he can put you together again.
chuuya's head begins to shake in the middle of your sentence, rushing to grab your arm despite you backing away from him. his grip on your arm was tight but not enough to hurt you. he can't hurt you anymore than he already has.
"don't go, please" he pleads, feeling his own tears form as he looks at you. you wanted to scream, push him away from you and run, you wanted to slap him across the face and yell at him, you wanted to hold him in your arms and tell him how much you loved him. you can't move as he wraps his arms around you and rests his hand on top of your head, burying his head in the crook of your neck.
"i'm sorry. i-i... i'm so sorry." he hold his tears back, convincing himself that he's not worthy of being vulnerable after putting you through so much.
"d-don't..." you hit his back with your loose fist, not really hurting him. this only makes chuuya hug you tighter, whispering soft apologies against your ear. you couldn't hold back the burning sensation that built up in your eyes that was spread out through your fingertips and chest. the cries and whimpers escaping you hurts chuuya more and more, feeling your fist hit his back over and over again.
"y-you think you can just s-say things like that and ... and expect me to forgive you? "stupid little drawing job"? do you think that lowly o-of me? huh, chuuya?"
nothing could amount to the pain continuing to grow in this chest as you let out your own wails and sobs on his shoulder, choosing to shut his mouth and listen to you.
"all i-i wanted.... all i wanted was to know.. if you're safe..." you sniffle and whine, your soft punches slowing down and choosing to grip his undercoat instead, "i know.. i know how much your job means to you... but would it hurt you... t-to just tell me if you're not coming home early?"
chuuya knows it's not that simple. it's not as simple as a "i'm coming home late, don't wait" text, it's so much more than that.
of course it's more than that.
"i should've told you, i'm sorry, love." honestly, that was all he could say. there was nothing else he could say better than "i'm sorry" or "i should've been better" because that's the truth. he is sorry and he should've been better.
even if this never really happened before, you know chuuya has been working on your relationship. more specifically, having time for it. sure, at the end of the day he's coming home to you and that's it. no going on dates or having a day off to stay and snuggle at home, no breakfast in bed together after a long night, no nothing. just you waiting for him to come home.
you knew about this when you went into the relationship, and you thought it'll be okay because you had your own job, but chuuya had asked for you to quit your job because he makes enough for the both of you. secretly, he just wishes for your safety as your job required you to go to different construction sites and offices now that you're somewhat associated with him, and you agreed.
"j-just "sorry"? is that all you can m-manage to fucking say?" you push him away but not enough to make him tumble over. he only stands a few inches away from you but doesn't try and initiate any physical contact to respect your boundaries.
"i don't need your stupid apologies! i don't need to stay at home and have everything handed to me by your stupid money!" pushing your finger on his chest accusingly, unable to stop the words coming from your mouth or the tears falling from your eyes, "i need you."
the rest of the night (or day, it was 3 in the morning), chuuya spent holding you in his arms. every time you wanted to say something, he'd listen to you. every time you wanted to leave, he'd pull you back and tell you to stay. he knows you need your space and time, but he can't let you leave him in your current state.
he tucks you into bed as you couldn't protest any longer when he picks you up, sliding next to you after. with the strength left in your body, you bitterly face the other way, making chuuya sigh quietly.
"y/n, can you look at me?"
"..."
"baby, please. just look at me so i know you're listening, okay?"
"i can listen fine from here. i don't listen with my eyes."
chuuya holds back another sigh, not wanting to express anything less than the utmost patience. you've put up with him for so long, it's only natural for him to reciprocate it.
"sweetheart, just look at me."
it takes a while for you to respond, but you decide to give him a chance anyway.
chuuya's eyes brighten in the most adorable way possible the moment your eyes meet his, making you curse yourself internally for feeling giddy about it. this is a serious moment.
he hesitantly caresses your cheek, giving you any moment to flick his hand away, but it never comes.
"there you are," the soft drag of his thumb across your cheek soothes you a bit, "hey."
"what?"
"i.. i love you so much."
the way he says it with the most sincere yet fragile voice you've ever heard makes you want to forgive him on the spot and even apologize for making him feel like he had to be vulnerable.
"a-and i'm so proud of you. you're doing so well, not only for me but for yourself. i'm glad that you're standing up for yourself and what you deserve. you're right, i should've called you or text you, or better yet, i should've just come home."
he holds your hands gently, pressing your knuckles to his lips softly.
"the mafia means a lot to me, in a lot of fucked up ways, but the mafia isn't the only thing that means a lot to me now. you're here, and god i'm so glad you're here, so i should give time for you too. whenever you call, i should be there. whenever you need me, i should be there. you're the light of my life, and i can't bear the thought of you not being it."
the tips of his lips turn into a soft sad smile as he wipes a stray tear on your cheek. you didn't even realize you were tearing up until he did.
"t-took you long enough, dumbass." was the only thing you could reply, making him chuckle as he tucks your head under his chin.
"you can go back to your job, if you want. i'll be home earlier than 8 PM starting monday."
"monday? chuuya, it's thursday.."
"it's friday now, love, and i'm calling later so i can stay at home for the weekend."
you look at him excitedly, causing a small flip inside his heart. if he knew you'd be this cute, he would just call in sick every weekend.
"really? you'll do that?"
"of course i will. where did you wanna go? we can go see the eiffel tower, i heard they had good wines we can try. or maybe you want to see the windmills in the netherlands? or-"
"or, we can just stay at home." you smile for the first time that night, pressing a quick kiss to chuuya's cheek, "let's just stay at home."
the flustered man could only nod, pouting when you giggle at his red face.
"i love you, always."
"as you should."
chuuya grumbles but doesn't complain, not wanting to force you to say it back, but you can tell that he wants to hear it too.
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