He makes you cry during an Argument.
Arguments with these boys? What could possibly go wrong..
Headcannons and short stories under the cut!
TW!! talk of Hoodie stalking, but not major! I think thatâs it!!
- youâd think an argument with your boyfriend who loves you oh so dearly would hopefully end in him apologizing. Wanting to make sure he didnât say anything to you to hurt you.. but you sometimes forget heâs not the normal person.
-Jeff has anger issues and itâs not a surprise to anyone when itâs brought up. So typically with any argument he has, his anger tends to get the better of him.
-which means if the argument is small itâs bound to be blown out of proportion, if itâs a pretty bad argument itâs about to be even worse.
-he doesnât like to listen. To him heâs always right. Heâs never wrong even if deep down he knows he actually fucked up he doesnât want to admit it because he doesnât want to look âweakâ or too âsoftâ
-he typically doesnât feel bad if you end up getting hurt emotionally, youâll get a good ol scoff and roll of the eyes while he tells you âitâs not that big of a fucking deal, you donât need to be so emotional.â Along the lines of that.
-but⊠you might just tug a few heart strings when he realized heâs made you cry. Itâs when he sees that heâs scared you that he breaks a little. Heâs got a habit of punching walls, breaking shit around the house when you both argue, screaming in your face.. and if it all leads to you finally breaking down and shaking thatâs where he finally draws his line.
-he didnât mean to scare you.. not like that at least. The last thing he wants is for you to be scared of him. He loves you.. even if he shows it in odd ways. Heâs an asshole yes but heâs your asshole.
âWould you just fucking Listen!â Jeff screamed out. His hands were immediately gripping onto his pants, trying his damned hardest to not punch the closest thing to him. But he canât help himself the moment you cross your arms and give him that fucking look. âJeffrey. Cut it out, Iâve listened to you for the past 40 fucking minutes.. you need to listen to me-â youâre cut off quickly hearing his hand collide with the wall and a loud grunt leaving his lips. Heâs slightly heaving, breathing heavily and hair a bit messy in front of his face. You jumped a bit, backing up quickly when he immediately whipped around to trudge towards you, black combat boots making him taller then he already was. His large hand was quick to grab your jaw and squish your cheeks together just slightly. âNo you fucking listen to me. Stop being a fucking bitch. Why do you have to pick at everything I fucking do, huh?! Huh?!â If he was a scrawny guy youâd say youâd be able to at least get free but no.. no he was a big guy, tall. Muscular, broad shoulders.. built chest. His biceps twitched slightly as his grip grew harder. There was no way you were escaping this. Not with him. Your small hands pushed at his arm and your eyes watered, a tear falling onto his fingers. Oh.. Jeffâs grip softened as he slowly let go. His form lowering himself so he was at your level. âOh baby.. oh..â his hands hesitated before cupping your cheeks and his lips are kissing at the corners of your lips, trailing towards your ear. âI didnât mean it..â his voice is deep, gruff and low in your ear as you immediately wrap your arms around his waist. âIâm sorry..â really itâs the only time youâll get a sorry out of him, a genuine one at that.
- heâs one of the ones whoâs a bit more understanding. He canât exactly understand physical pain or frustration but he can completely understand emotional pain and anger.. and how fucking awful it can be to handle. So when heâs stood, tall and lanky in front of you, hands swinging in the air and his voice raising he can suddenly feel the room shift to a hurt.. deep cut feeling.
- he tries not to yell he tries to hear you out when you both have an argument, but having BPD can be an issue when it comes to that.. you say one thing in a slight tone and heâs set off. Oh? So this is his fault suddenly? Why did you have to say it like that? You could have said it this way. Why do you have to be such a fucking asshole?
-when in reality thatâs not how you meant it at all.. and yes Toby does feel bad for it afterwards he shouldnât have lashed out that way, he should have sat and listened and maybe asked why you said it that way.. but sometimes things get the better of us.
-heâs not always the one to apologize afterwards but he does when he knows he really fucked up. He canât lose you not to something so fucking stupid. âI-Iâm sorry.. you didnât deserve to hear that.. to e-endure any of that..â with a sniffle you look up at him teary eyed. Oh that really hurts. âItâs okay Tobyâ heâs immediately at your side, hands brushing your hair back and placing gentle kisses to your jaw. It kills him when you cry.
âI donât know Toby Iâm just tired..â this is what set him off. The way you said it. You were tired? of this? Of him? Of this relationship? âAre you fucking serious?â He speaks with his teeth clenched together, his head resting in his hands before heâs looking up at your slowly. His body slightly twitches from time to time, though when he was angry it usually became an issue for him, twitching far too often, clearing his throat more aggressively. His tics would normally become more violent in some ways. âAre we just d-done then? Thatâs it just b-because youâre tired yo-you canât fucking walk away-â his arm flys up in the air as he stands, his hands coming to rub at his face and the patch of hair on his chin. His tired droopy eyes dart towards you. You didnât necessarily start crying because he scared you it was more of the the stress of the situation. âToby please thatâs not what I meant.â He still hasnât noticed as his tall figure is rambling on, tics making his occasional grip and smack to his leg but he of course canât feel it. When he finally looks at you he realizes youâve been crying and it stops. The room becomes quiet and he twitches a few more times before softly kneeling on the floor where you sat. âI shouldnât have assumed like that.. Iâm sorry..â heâs softly laying you down on the floor as his lips trail your neck, his hands placing your arms around his neck. âIâm so sorry.â He mumbles against your neck.
- to be honest heâs probably not the one who started it. Heâs usually pretty calm, and quietâŠ. Except for when he wants to act like a child and become ignorant and downright inappropriate.
-he can be perverted.. gross and this is usually where the arguments start, not that you donât like him nor the way he acts itâs more when he says things he shouldnât be saying. So you typically end up yelling at him and he will normally sit embarrassed and feeling a bit guilty.. he didnât think youâd get so upset.
- on occasion if the argument isnât about that and about something else he still is usually the one to just take it but there are rare moments where he snaps back. And when he does. Oh boy.
-constant pacing back and forth, hands in his hair, sharp glares at you and laughing in disbelief. Heâll sometimes say things he doesnât mean. Heâs usually not one to yell but when he does you arenât really expecting it. So it scares you.. and the tears finally break.
- ben only stares for a moment. âShit.â Yeah he fucked up big time. He immediately feels guilty and he immediately rushes towards you to pull you into a tight embrace. He didnât mean to take it that far.. he really didnât, knowing it was him who made you cry makes him want to break down himself.
âYou can hate me yknow, I wonât blame you, or be angry..â Ben mumbled against your hair, your sniffling shattering his dead heart even further. You look up at the blonde, your fingers lacing their way into his hair as you force a bit of a smile âI just.. I hate when we argue like that..â your voice breaks causing Ben to swallow. Oh no. Thereâs that lump in his throat. His hands rub at your back before feeling his way towards your lower half, squeezing gently. âI know babe. Donât listen to me when I get like that yeah?â You give a gentle smile as he softly lifts you up, bringing you closer as he grabs his controller, getting ready to play his game and have you relax against him. Occasionally heâll presses kisses to your forehead. He doesnât like to talk about the arguments, maybe because he doesnât know how to handle his emotions and yours at the same time or maybe heâs just scared itâll lead to another argument, but he apologized like he always does and makes sure your comfy against him while he games. As long as youâre content with it, heâs content.
- a bit like Jeff I just think heâs a bit more mellow, he wonât ever apologize unless he knows heâs actually in the wrong. Which ends up being majority of the time. You know he has his episodes, where he blacks out and doesnât remember a lot of the things he ends up doing.
- he will sometimes black out during an argument. Itâs not often but when he does itâs like arguing with a brick wall. Like Jeff he wonât listen. He refuses to listen to anything you say because In the moment heâs the one whoâs right. But heâll never go as far to say mean things like Jeff does. No Tim tends to stop himself before he does.
-he storms off frequently. I think he more or so hates the emotions that comes with this. He hates the yelling, the way you look at him with disbelief and anger.. Its more so he doesnât feel like fucking shit up for being an asshole to someone who genuinely cares about him. So he leaves you to your emotions to figure out, and if they arenât figured out by the time he gets back he tries his best to help. Even if he does seem annoyed.
- typically your arguments are more him being snarky, sarcastic and being too logical, he can raise his voice from time to time but heâs only ever yelled at you once, and he still beats him self up for it to this day. Seeing you cry at how angry he got, how you still reached out for him in your meltdown caused by him.. and you still reached for him.
âTheyâre pills y/n, prescription pills. Iâll be fine you know I need to take them. Why do I need to keep telling you thi-â you cut him off quickly your voice already laced with concern as it shook. âBecause you take more then you should be taking Tim. I donât like it I donât want you to hurt yourself..â he understood where you came from yes but what you needed to do was stop it. Just stop worrying about him. âPlease for the love of god, Iâm fine! Iâm fucking fine! Iâll be fine! Please just stop it. I hate how much you worry and stress yourself over me. Theyâre fucking pills, I take them when needed. So just stop!â Now he didnât scream super loud, but it was loud enough for you to feel the lumpy tingly feeling in your throat bubble, your hands softly twisting together âs-sorry..â you squeaked out. Tears brimmed your eyes as your bottom lip quivered. He watched you carefully for a moment, grimacing a bit as he watched your face twist with sadness.. and you slowly making your way towards him. Tim opens his arms and quietly pulls you in, one hand rubbing at the back of your head and the other gripping your back. âIâm an asshole. I know youâre just worried.â He mumbled quietly, lips pressed to your forehead as you hide your face in his chest. âYouâre okay..â he continues to mumble, awkwardly trying to find a way to comfort you further.
-heâs quiet. Very quiet. I think heâs the most gentle when it comes to arguments with his S/O. Heâs scared to hurt you, always in any circumstances. Heâs more observant, he knows when the argument gets too much for you just by a single movement.
-though he does have his moments where he does get angry back, he can normally control his temper. Usually the argument starts by something heâs done so he can handle it, he can deal with it. He tells you âI promise Iâll change, just give me some timeâ and you believe him because he does change but then he falls back into his habits, leaving for weeks on end, taking too many pills, his stalker tendencies.
-the argument this time is unclear, you probably donât even remember by the Time Brian starts yelling back at you. His hair is messy from running his hands through it one too many times, heâs clenching his fists and trying to breathe as he shakily keeps his voice down.
-even in moments like this he still thinks of you. Not wanting to hurt you nor scare you.. he just lets you have your outburst and then you both move on. But tonight was different.
-he tends to ignore you when he gets worked up in an argument. If heâs not yelling back then majority of the time heâs just silent. His back towards you. But only when heâs angry right back at you. Heâll give you that silent treatment for hours.
-but this time. He made you cry. And heâs stopped dead in his tracks, eyes softening, getting down on his knees and resting his head against your stomach,his hands holding onto your waist. Sigh⊠he just had to fuck shit up again didnât he.
âBrian you canât just leave me for weeks on end.. you canât just.. disappear then show up like nothings happened. Where do you go..? Is there someone elseâ at this point heâs just been listening to you, letting you vent out but when you suddenly accuse him of cheating on you.. he snaps. You really think HE would cheat on you?! Itâs not like he didnât spend months watching you, becoming so infatuated with you to the point that it would make anybody so fucking sick to their stomach. But he couldnât tell you that he couldnât tell you heâs loved you far longer. So he stands, looks at you with anger in his eyes, a hint of sadness flashing on his face âdonât fucking accuse me of cheating on you.â He points a shaky finger in your face âdonât you ever. You donât understand the shit Iâd do for you, the shit I DO for you.â Heâs close now, watching as you look up at him shakily. âThis S-still doesnât explain where you go Brian.. you-â heâs grabbing your wrist and pulling you close âno listen to me. I want to tell you I want to tell you so badly but I canât. I canât. I just canât.â His eyes are averting heâs becoming shaky himself, heâs panicking. Trust him. Is what he wants to tell you, that Itâll all be okay, heâll be okay in a couple of days, heâll change just give him time.. but he canât lie to you.. not now. It would only make shit worse for you in this moment. When he finally looks back at you he sees you staring up at him, not a word spoken but tears streaming down your face, and your wrists still held tight in his large hands. âI..â he softly brings your hand down, lowering himself to the ground as he watches you still stare straight ahead. He scared you. Brian goes silent and lets himself sit on his knees, his hands running up under your shirt to hold onto your waist and burying his head into your stomach. âIâm sorryâ he whispered gently, shivering when he feels your hands curl into his hair and finally look down at him. You know he feels guilty. Heâs only trying to protect you.
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