Dragon Ball Super x reader

11. Jiren x Drunk! Depressed! reader

It was her tenth drink. The rotten liquid reached down her throat and trailed down to her stomach. Why was she doing this? Why did she even thought of doing this? It was as if the devil whispered to her ears saying,

'Drink! Drink! Drink! You seriously think telling your feelings to your friends will help? Ha! You wish! They will laugh at you. The whole world will laugh at you! Come drink, it will wash your pain away. What? You think I'm trying to trick you? I'm only trying to help you! The night is still young, have a drink!'

And so she did. (Y/N) took another swig and drowned her liver with alcohol. She felt drowsy, she felt numb, she felt detached, she felt good. She doesn't remember anything. She doesn't remember the pain, the depression, heck, she doesn't even remember her name! It's better not know, ignorance is a bliss.

She doesn't have to remember the fact she is stuck with the close minded Pride Troopers, Toppo, Kahseral, Dyspo, and.... Jiren. Especially Jiren. She thought it would go away, saying it was just another crush. However, despite his cold and demeanor personality, the crush was no longer a crush, it was something bigger.

She wanted to runaway, to erase him from her mind, but where will she go? She will be left jobless sitting next to a door to McDonald or a trashy dumpster wielding a sign saying, 'Spare food or money needed, God bless.' She also hated serving Justice! But how will she collect her money? How else will she run away from an abusive family?

(Y/N) doesn't need to worry about that for now. Unaware, there is a man leering at her aware of her drunken state. He smoothed his lips with his tongue at the sight of this girl.

"Hey babe," He cooed at her like a spider does to a fly.

"S-Sorry, me n-n-not a--valiable, t-t-to help y-you. C-C-Come b-b-back n-next time, beep!" Her tongue rolled out the words.

"Hooo, more like you need my help babe. Why don't we go back to my place where I can straighten you out," His mouth stretched to a malice grin of a rapist.

Meanwhile 15 minutes back in the Pride Trooper Headquarter

"Hmm," Toppo arched an eyebrow while studying the red and black sphere. He expected it to glow hours ago and and see (Y/N)'s face. 8 hours it has been since she said she was going out for a walk. 8 hours! 8 hours! He hoped she wasn't drinking again. She made an oath. She wouldn't break it would she?

"What is wrong leader?" Without looking, Toppo sensed it was Dyspo.

"She's gone,"

"What?"

"It was 8 hours since she left and she didn't came back. I hope she isn't in that bar drinking herself to death," Toppo tugged his beard.

"What is going on?" Jiren from across the room abandoned his mediation and approached them.

Toppo sighed and rubbed his eyes, "(Y/N) is out in the bar drinking again,"

"Leader, I could go to the bar and-"

"I'll go,"

"What?" Dyspo was astonished at the abrupt interruption.

"I said I'll go,"

...

"S-S-Sory Sir, I-I-I'm n-n-not in need o-o-of y-your h-hh-help, but t-thank you," (Y/N) rejected him for the tenth time and banged her head against the counter table.

"Don't be stupid girly. You clearly need help you stupid bitch," His smiled twitched to a frown. An acid diminishing his fake, nice persona.

The man curled his grip around her arm and attempted to jerk her away, but (Y/N)'s hand pried onto the counter table.
"L-L-Let m-me go so I-I w-won't h-h-have to cut y-your t-t-tounge out so y-you w-wont speak," She delved her nails into his flesh.