Woods [SapNap x Reader angst]

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This was a requested story :3

I usually write in 3rd POV-

But since it's a Y/N type of story, it'll be kind of written in 1st POV.

❣︎Sapnap x reader❣︎
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❣︎Warning❣︎
anxiety, slight panic attack, slight depression

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Losing friends isn't easy. Losing friends hurts.

You felt tears stream down your cheeks.

I wasn't good enough for them...

Those words are repeated in your head.

But at least you weren't alone.

Your boyfriend, Sapnap, was there to comfort you whenever you had your low times. Just like now.

Right now both of you were laying on the couch. Sapnap was laying on his back, whilst you were laying on top of him, resting your head on his chest.

Your boyfriend rubbed circles on your back and would say a few sweet words from time to time to comfort you, making you feel a little better.

Rest of the time was mostly quiet but you didn't mind it. You like it like that.

But as your thoughts about your friends faded away, new ones flooded your brain.

You always bother him with your problems.

He has done so much for you. Yet, you still bother him with issues you should be able to take care of yourself.

You're just a burden to him.

You don't deserve him.

You're not enough.

Those thoughts weren't anything new to you. They tended to pop up from time to time. Especially when you had your break downs.

But the words still hurt, no matter how much you've heard them. And the more you heard them, the more you started to believe them.

You felt more tears form in your eyes.

"I'm sorry.." you mumbled.

"For what?" Sapnap questions, sounding a little confused.

"For being such a burden," you replied.

There was a little bit of silence in the room. You guessed that you had surprised your boyfriend with the reply.

"Y/N..," he began, his voice sounding calm and caring.

"You're not a burden at all. You have never been one and you'll never be one," Sapnap said.

"But-" you cut yourself off, thinking of what to say next.

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