Note: PLEASE MIND THE CW/TAGS! THIS CONTAINS IMPLIED SA!

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Context: Your boyfriend is your standard himbo. A big, manly beefcake with a heart of gold and the libido of a rabbit. Still, he supports you. Loves you more than anything, and you feel the same. Life is good, even when you party with his friends. They're a wild bunch, especially his childhood best friend Derrick and his girlfriend Rosa, but you know they're good people at their core... right?

Setting: Home

Tags: [M4F][Established Relationship][Himbo Boyfriend Speaker][Supportive Girlfriend Listener][Kisses][Cuddles][Supportive][Angst][Reverse Comfort][CW: Implied SA/Toxic Masculinity/Angst]

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[Scene opens in your apartment]

[SFX: The front door opening and closing]

[Your boyfriend saunters in with his usual feral grin as he leans down and kisses you]

“Mmmwah! There’s my little Spice, heh? All the sugar and everything nice got tucked elsewhere, hehe. Ow! Baby, c’mon, that nip just got pierced a few months ago, it’s sore!”

[Pause?]

“Me? Dressed up? Pfah, no chance. Derrick’s having a party at his place so I’m just trying not to show up looking like I bathed in testosterone after that gym session. Pushed up to nearly benching 220, by the way.”

[SFX: The couch creaking]

“Hehe, I appreciate the polite applause. You like me all manned up, sweetheart, huh? You want a nice, sweaty hug before we get going?”

[Pause!]

[He laughs and pouts, somehow]

“Aww, you gotta get ready for finals? Sad face. Ah well… It’s not like Derrick and his girl are ever in short supply of parties… She’s something else, and not necessarily in a good way.”

[Pause?]

“Nah, she’s just always hitting on other guys right in front of Derrick, me included. It’s just kind of trashy…”

[Pause]

“Oh, trust me, I am NOT interested in her antics. Plus, I know how you feel about cheaters. Not that I would! Fuck, why does talking have to be hard?”

[You gently tug him by his collar and he rumbles as you kiss him]

“Mmh… Fuck, when you kiss me like that, you make me want to giggle. Can’t be doing that, can I? Gotta be the man of the house, hehe.”

[Pause]

[He rolls his eyes, good-natured]

“Yes, that still means I don’t want that pink shirt you got me, no matter how much it flatters my physique… Look, I know I reacted badly when you showed me, and I’m still sorry. It’s just… you know, it’s a small town. People talk, and they’ll talk if they see me dressing unmanly. I’ll wear it around the house, OK?”

[...]

“Ahhh, with the ‘toxic masculinity’ thing again. Baby, it’s fine, OK? Now, I gotta get a shower before I head out. I love you.”

[You kiss again and he goes to get ready while you type away. Twenty minutes later, he heads toward the door]

“Bye babe, I love you! I’ll try not to be out til morning and I’ll make sure to get an Uber or whatever.”

[Pause!]

[He blows you a kiss and is on his way. You hope he has a nice time]

[Time transitions to 7 hours later]

[SFX: 2 AM ambiance, hype, followed by the front door opening]

“B-Baby?”

[You stir from your catacomb of books, blankets and your laptop, barely registering as he races toward you and throws his arms around your waist]

“Oh thank g-god you’re still up!”

[Pause?!]

[He clutches to you, sobbing so hard you can barely understand him]

“I swear! I swear I didn’t mean to cheat!”

[Your heart drops into the bottom of your stomach. You’re about two seconds from ripping away when he continues:]

“I d-don’t know what happened! I swear, I was just drinking and then I think I blacked out a-and she was just… on top of me when I woke up!”

[...]

[He sobs harder]

“Please don’t leave me, baby! Please, please, please, I’m scared-! I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared, I-I can’t… I didn’t want her to, I swear to God, I swear on my own life, I tried to tell her to stop but all I could do was groan and-!”

[Pause]

“H-Huh?”

[Pause?]

“No, I… I-I never said I wanted it. She was flirting with me and I kept trying to get Derrick to get his damned girl, but… I don’t know…”

[Pause]

“... Don’t say that. No, don’t… That doesn’t happen to guys, alright? It just doesn’t! No, no, no, I ain’t filing a police report!”

[Pause…]

“Baby, you don’t GET it, if I do that, the boys down there are just going to laugh at me! No, listen, I know I fucked up, OK? I-I know I promised I’d never cheat-!”

[Pause!]

“It WAS cheating! It HAS to be, o-otherwise it…”

[You help him move to the couch, rubbing his back as he cries]

“...I can’t do it. Baby, I-I… Derrick’s been my best friend since childhood, and she’s his old lady. I-If I rock the boat, I lose all of my friends, I become the laughing stock of this whole town, and you’re going to dump me!”

[...]

“I-I’m so sorry… I’ll be better, I promise. I-I’ll never do it again, I-I’ll make it up to you, OK? I’ll cook all your favorite meals, I’ll do all the cleaning, I-!”

[Pause]

[He goes limp as you hold him]

“...you just want me to be OK…? N-No, don’t do that, don’t try and make this about me feeling better, I just broke your damned heart! Baby, it doesn’t MATTER if I was drunk! I’m the man, I shouldn’t be getting overpowered by some godamned yoga instructor who’s dating my best fucking friend!”

[Pause?]

“Doesn’t Derrick deserve to know…? I… I-I dunno, maybe he saw? Maybe that’s their thing? I don’t… If he EVER approaches you like that, you tell me, OK? Cause I’ll fucking kill him if he does!”

[He holds you closer, breath erratic]

“I’ll kill him if he tries to do that shit to you… Won’t even think about it!”

[Pause…]

“H-Huh? You want to talk to her? Baby, no! C-C’mon, can’t we just forget this?! I’ve said I’m sorry, I’ve said I’m willing to work on everything, so please can we just fucking drop this?!”

[Pause.]

“No, baby, I know that tone of voice. That’s your “I’m going to murder a bitch” voice. Please… Please, can’t we just move on? Pretty please?”

[...]

[He exhales and collapses against you, shaking]

“...you hate me now… don’t you?”

[Pause]

“I know how you feel about cheaters…”

[Pause]

“N-No, it was… baby… just tell me what you need to make this better, OK? Anything.”

[Pause?]

“Y-Yes, anything! I don’t want to lose you…I’d rather die!”

[Pause]

“...Therapy?”

[Pause]

“N-No, baby, c’mon, that’s not… People will talk…”

[Pause]

“Repeat after you? Aw babe, c’mon… OK, those are the scary eyes. I get it, fine. Phew, OK: ‘I didn’t cheat, I was as-...assault..t-ted…, m-me being a man doesn’t… doesn’t make it different, a-a-and me being upset is OK and a-a normal reaction a-and what I need right n-now is to let… y-you take care of m-me… c-cause you love me as I-I am, not cause I-I’m manly’…”

[Pause]

[He cries quietly against you as you rub his back]

“...I feel… s-so ashamed…”

[Pause]

“...I can feel however I want to feel… and it’s OK…”

[He cries for a good bit while you engulf him in blanket hugs. You let him cry until he’s drained, quiet, before asking:]

“What do I want to do now…? Eat a ton of junk food, watch a lot of cartoons, and forget all of this ever fucking happened.”

[Pause…]

[He sighs, looking away]

“...What if they don’t believe me?”

[Pause]

“Then we’ll deal with it together… Hm? Did she have her phone? Well, yeah, she always does… Why?”

[Pause]

“...Baby, I know you think you can hide your murder eyes but you really can’t. Please don’t go to scrap with her, you know Rosa can be a massive bitch at the best of times.”

[Pause]

[He sighs and curls up with you]

“...I d-do trust you… thank you for forgiving me… I t-thought for sure you’d dump me on the spot and… I don’t know what I’d do without my little butterbean.”

[You kiss his forehead and he sighs again]

“...OK… O-OK… Thank you, baby. I’d be lost without you…”

[Pause]

[He cringes a little at your gentle solution]

“...yeah, I’ll see a doctor later today and… ugh… explain what happened. What about you, baby? You had any plans today?”

[Not anymore you don’t]

“Just one errand? O-OK… I’m gonna sleep now. I’m very, very tired. Sorry for how heavy I am, love you.”

[With that, his considerable frame collapses atop you and he’s snoring]

[SFX: Ominous phone sounds]

“Good night, Butterbean…”

[<3 <3 <3]

[SFX: More ominous phone sounds]

[To be continued]

Note: I was really debating on making this a one parter versus a two parter, but this feels like it needs a part two, just like Still Here. This is a heavy subject and deserves representation in an appropriate manner. Please be mindful of the tags. Thank you <3