A/N: Hi guys! I wrote this in an hour, and for once it’s not a fluffy getting-together fic. Be prepared for some non-consensual kissing, a little bit of violence, and some very brief victim blaming. Normally I don’t really write material quite like this, so feel free to let me know if I did anything horrifically wrong (or right? hey I like compliments). Anyways, I’ll stop talking and let you guys read!
You walked down your empty driveway with tear-filled eyes, clutching desperately onto your phone as you continued to pace back and forth hastily. You and Tyler, your boyfriend of four years, had just gotten into possibly the biggest argument you’d ever had, and you were just in the middle of trying to keep him from getting behind the wheel of your shared 2013 Jeep Wrangler. He always got pulled over for speeding whenever he drove while angry, and boy were you able to tell just how angry he was at that moment.
So what exactly were the two of you arguing about this time, one might ask?
The night before was New Year’s Eve, and you guys were hosting a huge party at your brand new house. All of your friends were there, and of course Tyler’s friend Josh found a way to add alcohol into the equation. With the spike of vodka flowing through your veins and your favorite songs blasting, you were having the time of your life. You danced with your friends in what your best friend Liza described as ‘your best hoe outfit to date’ nearly all night long, and there wasn’t a single thing that was going to keep you from having a blast.
Well… Except for what actually happened just a few minutes before the party eventually ended. And boy did it burn some bridges.
The countdown was coming close, and each year you and Tyler would make sure to share the longest, sloppiest kiss while the ball dropping in Times Square played on a TV somewhere in the background. You and Tyler hadn’t really been around each other too much that night; while you were dancing with your friends, he spent most of his time either playing beer pong or simply making sure everyone had enough to drink. At the time you didn’t really think too much into it. You weren’t an exceptionally clingy couple, and both of you appreciated time apart every now and again. You knew that as long as you got to kiss him at the end of the year, everything would be perfect.
Tyler had left about ten minutes before the countdown was supposed to begin because you ran out of alcohol, and the party was supposed to continue on for at least another two hours. You weren’t that happy about it, pouting as he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before dashing out of the front door, but he promised you he would make damn sure to get back in time for your little tradition. You’d decided to stay in your kitchen as you waited for him, nervously gripping the countertop as you hoped he would be back. For whatever reason, you felt as if something bad was about to happen, and the fact Tyler wasn’t there with you only made you more anxious.
“Hey Y/N,” Tyler’s best friend Josh had walked into the kitchen, slurring his words as he slowly sidled up to you. You were friends with Josh as well, but the vibe he was giving off at the time wasn’t exactly…friendly.
You’d taken a cautious step away from him, offering a small smile in his direction. “Hi… Josh,” you paused, taking another step back, quicker this time. “Are you alright?” Something about the way he was looking you up and down with darkened, hungry eyes made your stomach feel squeamish, and not in a pleasant way.
He just nodded, your heart sinking as he kept stepping closer to you. You tried to keep at least a foot of space between you and him, but he ignored your attempts at trying to create distance. He wrapped his long arm around you and pressed his hand directly on your lower back, quickly pulling you up to his chest. You raised your hands, trying your hardest to push him away, but it was no use.
“I know you’re with Tyler,” Josh had whispered lowly into your ear, causing a shiver of discomfort to roll down your spine. “But he can’t do the things I can. Treat you the way that I can.”
“Josh, what the fuck-”
And of course, everything fell apart as soon as he interrupted you. Only, he didn’t interrupt you with words. Within less than a second, he completely destroyed any opportunity of a good ending to that night happening. He’d grabbed your face and pulled you to his, forcing you into a horrible, drunken one-sided make out session, his tongue out before his lips ever even met yours.
If it wasn’t bad enough already that Josh had basically just mouth-raped you, it definitely got worse; as you were in the middle of trying (and failing) to shove Josh off of you, the door to the kitchen opened, and the sound of bottles immediately crashing to the floor clued you in on who had just walked in.
“Oh FUCK no.” Tyler’s voice boomed throughout the kitchen, the sound alone causing Josh to fly backward. You were crying profusely, in shock of the events that had transpired right then. You couldn’t believe Josh had done that, not only to you, but to Tyler…
And Tyler wasn’t taking it well…at all.
Tyler had Josh by the neck instantly, his fist colliding harshly to his nose. You knew he was yelling at him, yes, but all you could hear was your pulse thudding in your ears. You were in the middle of having an actual anxiety attack. You felt as if you couldn’t breathe, your hands clutching to your chest as you tried hard to calm yourself down.
People had flooded into the kitchen, trying to pull Tyler away from Josh’s bleeding form. He was knocked out cold, and you knew that whatever friendship they’d shared was never going to be the same. The only question you had in that moment was whether or not your relationship was also going to be in trouble.
Tyler told everyone to leave the house as soon as they got him away from Josh, and fifteen minutes later only you and him remained. You still hadn’t talked, which only made your anxiety continue to grow. You hadn’t stopped crying, the overwhelming feelings of guilt and violation filling your head in ways you’d never imagined to be possible.
The silence didn’t last forever, though. Unfortunately.
“What the hell happened, Y/N?” Tyler sighed, rubbing his forehead in frustration, refusing to meet your red-rimmed eyes.
“I-I-I…” you stuttered, trying hard to force the words out. Even though you’d known that Josh kissing you wasn’t even remotely your fault, you couldn’t begin to imagine what it’d be like to walk in on Tyler being kissed by someone else. You knew he was hurting, especially because Josh was supposed to be his best friend.
The fact you couldn’t explain yourself only made Tyler angrier, his fist slamming down on the same countertop you’d been holding onto earlier. The action had caused you to flinch instinctively, your eyes widening in complete shock.
He finally looked down at you, his jaw clenched. He sucked in a harsh breath before speaking. “Please… Tell me what happened.”
You forced yourself to explain everything to him, giving every detail so he wouldn’t have to question you any further. You tried to hold back your sobs, failing every so often when you got to the part about Josh pulling you by the back of your head towards him. Tyler had remained silent through it all, his expression never dissolving from the tension it held.
As soon as you’d finished, the words that had spewed from his mouth next caught you entirely off guard:
“Well if you hadn’t dressed like such a slut, maybe he wouldn’t have come onto you like that.”
All the guilt you’d been feeling had dissipated entirely then. You had to look away from him, the fact that he’d just blamed Josh’s actions on how you were dressed leaving you speechless. You were frozen.
But Tyler wasn’t, by any means.
That’s when he had grabbed the car keys and stomped out of the house, with you snapping out of your shocked haze to follow him close behind. You begged him to stay inside, to which he just ignored you and drove off without another word anyways.
And here you were, still pacing in your driveway as you tried to call Tyler over and over. You knew he had been drinking just as much as everyone else at the party, and the last thing he needed to be doing was driving. Especially with him being so…well, not in a great mood.
You held your phone up to your ear for what felt like the fiftieth time that night, praying that he would finally answer you. Yes, you hated what he had said to you before leaving, and yes you weren’t going to just forget about it. But he was angry, drunk, and hurt, and you knew that Tyler lashed out at people when he felt attacked. He was feeling defensive, and you knew him better than most.
After four rings, your prayers were suddenly answered: he picked up.
“Y/N,” he stated plainly, his tone sounding anything but happy right then.
You sighed in relief, just happy that he was okay. “Are you still driving?” You asked, hoping that the answer was a resounding 'no.’
“I’ve turned around,” he explained quietly, sounding much calmer than he had been in the past hour. “I’m coming home.”
“Oh thank God-”
“I’m so sorry,” he interrupted you, his voice breaking as soon as the words left his lips. His breathing grew uneven, and you knew then that he was crying. “I had no right to say that whole thing was your fault. Josh is fucking stupid, but I’m even more stupid.”
You hushed him, trying to calm him down. “I know, I know. It’s okay, Tyler,” you kicked gently against the driveway, your heels burning the bottoms of your feet. “I know you were hurt, baby. I’m sorry, too.”
The sound of wheels rolling up the driveway had you whipping around instantly, your eyes meeting Tyler’s as he pulled up next to you. He immediately put the car in park, throwing the door open and pulling you into his tanned, muscular arms. You happily sunk into the embrace, resting your head on his shoulder and rubbing soothing circles into his back.
“I can’t believe I actually said that dumb shit to you,” he spat, more annoyed with himself than anything in that moment. “You looked so fucking beautiful all night, and instead of staying here to comfort you after Josh…” he trailed off, unable to complete the sentence.
You pulled away, resting your hands on top of Tyler’s shoulders. You looked into his warm brown eyes, smiling up at him. Though the night had become the exact opposite of what you’d expected it to be, the fact you were finally alone with Tyler filled you with giddiness.
Tyler sighed, rubbing his hands up and down your arms as a way to try and keep you warm. He couldn’t help but grin at you, the corners of his lips turning upwards for what seemed like the first time in forever. “So you forgive me?”
You didn’t waste any more time; you threw your arms around his neck, connecting your lips to his in a hot, passionate kiss that you never wanted to end. You were the first to pull away, biting his lower lip playfully before you fully stepped back. “What do you think?”
He smirked, taking your face in his hands and giving you another kiss, this one much quicker than the last. He leaned his forehead against yours, his smile wider than ever before. “I think that was the best first kiss of the year I’ve ever had.”