International Love- Zofia (Rainbow Six Siege)

                                    

                                          
As requested by wandering_samurai! Male Y/N.
Y/N laughed as he and Zofia keyed the car of a store owner who had yelled at him for wearing 'the devil's clothes' inside his store. It was just a black leather jacket and pants paired with a t-shirt with a skull on it, but apparently, it was enough to set the old man off.
Y/N clutched Zofia's hand as he led her away from the scene and to a nearby park. "That was fun!"
Zofia grinned. "I guess so... I've never done anything so... illegal like that before."
"Hey, you've got to live a little." Y/N shrugged. "Besides, you should've known what you were getting into when you fell in love with a notorious American thief who works with a crew of thugs."
She chuckled, but her smile faltered as she realized what she'd just done. "Oh no, I just did something illegal... my parents are going to kill me! I can't believe I just did that!"
Y/N placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Let the chips fall as they may, Zofia. As much as we may hate it, we don't control our lives. This path has been chosen for me, and it seems to be calling to you as well." When she stayed silent, Y/N wrapped his arms around her waist. "Come on, you know that was fun."
Zofia's smile slowly returned. "I suppose it was... and getting back at that shopkeeper felt pretty good."
"See!" Y/N poked her nose. "You need to loosen up." He leaned in and kissed her, wrapping his arms tighter around her to pull her as close to him as possible...
Y/N groaned as he felt himself being shaken awake. "Hey hey hey! Five more minutes babe!" he whined, wanting to go back to his dream of their third date.
But Zofia wasn't having any of that. She got on top of him and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him so he was sitting straight up. "Get. Up! Don't you know what day it is?"
"Uhm, Sunday?" Y/N asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Yes!" Zofia huffed, getting off of him. "Today we are going over to my parents' house for Sunday brunch after they get home from church!"
Y/N was suddenly wide awake. He had completely forgotten about that. He exhaled exasperatedly. Zofia's parents didn't like him at all. And they made sure he knew that whenever they saw each other. "Please tell me I don't have to go," he begged. "Last time I went to your parent's house, I thought your dad's dirty looks would kill me if he stared long enough."
"No, you're coming with me, you promised," Zofia reminded him as she pulled on her black leather jacket. She was also wearing the same black jeans and T-shirt she'd worn every day for the last two weeks. And now that Y/N thought about it, Zofia hadn't showered in six days.
Y/N dragged himself out of bed and went over to her. He was already dressed in some ripped sweatpants and a white t-shirt with a Grunge Virgin Mary on it that said 'God is Dead'. All, he needed to do was throw a red flannel over it as well as some black combat boots, and he'd be good to go. "Baby, you know I think you're beautiful just the way you are, but don't you think you should at least rinse off? Your parents won't appreciate how little you bathe."
Zofia took one of Y/N's chains off the dresser and draped it around Y/N's neck. "No. They need to accept that this is who I am now, whether they like it or not." She pecked his nose. "Now, come on. It's already 10:30, we're going to be late."
Y/N nodded and finished dressing himself before they left his small apartment to go to her parent's house.
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Zofia knocked on her parent's door and anxiously waited for them to answer.
"We can still go home," Y/N whispered, his eyebrow raised.