You sat in the bathtub full of hot water, your hair tied up into a messy bun sitting on top of your head. You sunk down into the bathtub letting the hot water hit the multiple bruises that decorated your upper body. Your prayer to the higher powers to save your insides had been in vain, to say that Tim had rearranged your guts was an understatement. You sunk deeper into the bathtub and closed your eyes, relaxing in the scalding hot bath water.

Bubbles from your body wash floated along the top of the water, making the room smell flowery and sweet. Candles were set up all around the bathroom, the warm glow of the candles making the room feel peaceful and cozy.

You heard Tim walking up the stairs, the sounds of the creaking wood getting closer as he slowly made his way up the stairs.

"I went to grab you and I a glass of wine but I found this on the table." He walked in, setting down two glasses of red wine and a plastic bag. You took one of the glasses and took a sip, and he opened the bag taking out the paper card that was sitting on top.

"It looks like a bunch of clothes, and there's a card on top addressed to you." He handed the card to you, and rooted through the bag of clothes. He pulled out a few forest green t-shirts with some generic mountain designs, some plain black ones, and some pink shirts that looked like they belonged to a 2009 myspace scene girl. There were also some knockoff brands of drugstore makeup at the bottom of the bag. Tim figured these were from Clockwork, Jane, and Nina respectively. You read over the card and a smile slowly formed on your face as you read to the bottom.

"Dear (y/n),

We wanted to do something nice for you since you got in trouble because of us, we really look forward to hanging with you again soon! Please come visit us again soon, we love you!"

-Clocky + the rest of the gals"

You handed the card back to Tim and he skimmed over it quickly, putting it back in the bag. He took the bag and placed it on his bed, walking off his shirt and walking back into the bathroom to join you in your bath. He slipped off the rest of his clothes, grabbing his glass of wine and sitting in the bathtub across from you. You flashed him a warm smile, and he sunk down into the warm bath water, taking a sip of his drink. He looked at you, noticing the multiple bruises he left in his wake. Your head rested on the wall of the bathtub, your eyes closed while occasionally taking sips of wine.

Tim smiled very lightly as he watched you, you looked so at peace, but nervous thoughts clouded his mind.

"Hey, I didn't hurt you right?" You opened your eyes and looked at him, a blissful look on your face.

"That's part of the fun right?" You chuckled, and leaned your head back again. You expected him to laugh along with you, but instead there was just silence. You opened one eye to peek at his face, and the guilt was prominent on his face. A pang of guilt surged through your whole body, and you sat up setting your drink on the floor beside the bathtub.

"I was just kidding, no you didn't." You leaned forward and cupped his cheek in your hand and kissed his forehead.

"If I didn't like it I would make it known." You kissed his cheek and leaned back again, closing your eyes and picking your wine back up and taking a sip. You opened one eye to look at Tim, and he just looked down into the water with the saddest eyes you've ever seen. Your heart broke, and you thought of a way to cheer him up. You stood up, getting out of the bath and draining the water. Tim looked up at you as you wrapped a (f/c) fuzzy towel around your body.

"I know you just got in, but let's get out and I'll cook you some dinner." You extended your hand out to him and he looked up at you, smiling and taking your hand. He stood up and wrapped a black towel around his waist. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. He squeezed you tightly, his body was cold and beads of water dripped down his back. Something was wrong with him, it didn't take you long to deduce that he wasn't feeling like himself. You hugged him with one arm, the other you used to lovingly stroke the back of his head.

"Is everything okay?" Tim didn't say anything, and just sighed. You stood there with Tim in silence, he was reticent about his thoughts and emotions, reluctant to tell you how he felt. You pulled away and placed your hand underneath his chin, gently bringing up his head to meet your eyeline.

"Why don't we put some clothes on and I'll make you some dinner and a hot drink." You flashed him a crooked smile, one full of warmth and love. Tim very lightly smiled, grabbing your hand and kissing it. There was no one that he had ever known who could put him at ease as easily as you could. You always knew just what to say to calm his anxious heart, he took a moment to realize just how lost he would be without you.

"That sounds really good actually." He chuckled, you leaned your head up against his, and the two of you held each other's hands.

"I love you, (y/n)." You turned and kissed the top of his head.

"I love you too." The two of you walked out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. Tim changed into a pair of flannel pajama pants and a black t-shirt. Tim threw you a pair of black flannel pajama pants and you grabbed one of the shirts you had been gifted from your friends. The two of you walked downstairs and Tim sat on the couch, turning on the TV. You walked into the kitchen and tried to think of a comfort food you knew the two of you would like.

You settled on grilled cheese and tomato soup would be good, a classic comfort food anyone could enjoy. You found a can of tomato soup in his pantry, and got to work making dinner for the two of you. You decided for dessert you'd plate one of the desserts he kept in the fridge and make some tea.

You sat down next to Tim handing him a plate that had grilled cheese and a bowl of soup resting on the plate. You sat next to him as he decided to finally watch something other than the news. He didn't really touch his food, he complimented you on how it tasted but set it aside for later.

"Is everything alright Tim? You don't seem like yourself." You put a hand reassuringly on his shoulder, and he sighed.

"You're gonna think I'm stupid when I tell you." A half smile crept onto his face, but you remained rock solid. You kissed his cheek, and stood up on your knees bringing his head to your chest.

"I'd never think what you have to say is stupid love." You kissed the top of his head, and he smiled.

"I'm sorry I was so rough with you, I feel bad that I didn't make our first time more romantic." You froze, and let go of Tim to look into his eyes.

"What? I thought it was romantic." You were baffled, you didn't think it wasn't romantic. Tim looked away feeling ashamed.

"I got carried away because I was jealous Masky had gotten to see and experience all of you before I could... and I went a little overboard..." He avoided making eye contact with you, and you tried to think of what an appropriate thing to say in this situation.

"Tim, I thought it was perfect." You grabbed his hand, holding it tightly. He looked at you, clearly still disappointed in himself.

"Look love, if I wasn't having any fun or if I was in serious pain please believe me when I say I would tell you to stop." You squeezed his hand and smirked at him.

"And besides, I like it rough." His face turned red and he looked away, covering his mouth out of embarrassment. You playfully punched his arm and went back to eating your dinner, and were relieved to see that Tim had picked up his plate again.

The two of you continued to eat your food, but instead of the usual silence the two of you shared, the air was filled with lively chatter. The smell of homemade soup hung in the air, and you laughed with Tim harder than you had laughed before. It was these moments that made Tim realize how lucky he was to have met you, and there was truly no one he'd rather spend the rest of his life with. You finished your food and got up to do the dishes and make the two of you some dessert and tea. Tim got up with you and took the dishes from your hands, washing them himself. You grinned, the Tim you first met wouldn't be so eager to help you, he's certainly come a long way.

You grabbed two desserts out of the fridge, two mini apple pies. You brewed some herbal tea and heated up the pies in the microwave. You leaned against the counter while you heated up water in Tim's tea kettle. The sound of clinking dishes had stopped, and you looked up at Tim to see him blankly staring out the small window above the sink.

"Uhh... Tim...?" He didn't say anything, but after a minute he turned to you. He dropped the dishes back into the sink and turned off the water.

"Isn't this your job?" It was Masky, and he was pissed off about something. He looked you up and down, the shirt you wore covering most of the bruises you had, but not all of them. He leaned down and carefully examined the bruise Tim had left on your upper neck.

"Uhm, excuse me but what the hell is that?" He poked the bruise, and looked up at you with a scowl on his face.

"Oh that was Tim." You looked away, trying not to make eye contact with Masky. As sweet as he could be, he was capable of being just as aggressive. You heard the water inside the kettle become restless, as Masky stared down at you with an angry look on his face. You covered your neck nervously. He stared at you, his expression was stoic but his eyes told a different story. He stood there for a moment in silence, and grabbed the bottom of your shirt, lifting it up to get a better view.

"Masky!" You shrieked, trying to pull your shirt back down. Masky said nothing, examining all of the many bruises Tim had left behind. He let go of your shirt and you pulled it back down harshly, hugging yourself.

"What the hell was that?!" You lost your cool for a moment, forgetting that a fight with Masky was a fight you would not win. The tea kettle started to whine, the air escaping and the noise from it being the only one in the room. The two of you stared at each other, both pissed off.

"And you gave him permission to do that to you?" Masky's voice was low and quiet, a sure sign that he was not in the mood to put up with any bullshit.

"Yeah I did, Tim is just as much my husband as you are." Your words came out harsher than you intended. The sound of the tea kettle became more prominent, as more air escaped and the whining became more high pitched and aggressive.

"Let's not forget who was the one to even suggest that idea, Tim shot you down any chance he got and you're giving him more than you ever gave me." Masky started to raise his voice, and you went on the defensive. You didn't understand why he was so mad, you didn't think about Masky's feelings behind you being intimate with Tim since you just assumed he was aware.

"I'm not giving anyone more, it's not like I'm withholding anything from you!" You were extremely frustrated, the two of you were having such a lovely night and Masky's temper tantrum was turning the whole thing into a huge debacle.

"I don't know what's going on with you right now but don't blame me for anything because I haven't done anything wrong!" Masky's eyes twitched, and he looked as if he was going to murder someone, and you knew damn well he was capable of it. The tea kettle had finally finished boiling water, and the screeching sound filled the air. Masky turned his attention to the kettle and roughly pushed it away from the burner, and you turned off the stove. You stood there with your arms crossed, even though you were scared of Masky being angry with you you refused to back down.

He clenched his fist, trying his hardest to control his anger. He didn't really know why he was mad, maybe it was because he was jealous. Maybe because he wanted to share that intimate and personal moment with you. All he knew was that he was mad, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

"I'll blame whoever the fuck I want!" He screamed. He internally hated the fact he was yelling at you.

"She didn't do anything wrong."

"I don't understand why you're yelling at me!" You wrapped your arms around yourself protectively, trying not to let tears spill from your eyes.

"Why am I so upset?"

"Oh please! Stop pretending like you're so innocent and sweet! You're just a hoe!" He harshly poked your forehead. Ouch... that one hurt, you gripped onto your shirt and bit the inside of your cheek, trying your hardest to keep your composure. You walked past Masky, practically running up the stairs.

"Yeah whatever, run away!" You felt a sob escape your lips as you made your way up the stairs. Once you were upstairs you locked yourself in the bathroom. Just a little while ago you were having a lovely night, now all of the sudden things had turned sour.

Masky stood in the kitchen, cooling off from his sudden burst of anger. He felt guilty for making you upset but refused to apologize. If anything you should be apologizing to him, that's what he said to try and rationalize anyway.