Fuck it. selever x self insert.

oneshot- nightmares.

A/N: If you wanna come on here and hate on me. Get fucked I'll do what I want lol. Obviously no lemons because quite frankly I don't want strangers to read about two minors having sex especially since one of the minors is.. Y'know. Me. So, don't be all gross and that.  I will not be using my real name as I don't feel comfortable sharing that information. So I'll just be using my OC's name 'Chloe' for now.

Selever may also not be accurate. I apologize if he isn't. This is all based off multiple dreams I've had about him, so yeah.

With all of that addressed, please enjoy this little shameless insert.

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Chapter 1
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It was no secret that Chloe had anxiety. The girl was paranoid that someone was following her all the time. She hadn't felt truly safe in a long, long time.

Everyday she fought against her own mind verses her common sense. Her own head was against her. She knew in her heart she was safe, she knew that nothing would happen; but her mind was utterly convinced that she couldn't even sleep because someone was outside trying to peek through the cracks of the window blinds.

It was currently 1 am and Chloe laid awake, her eyes frantically darting from the small crack in the window shutters and her beloved... Friend..? Selever.

Ah, Selever. Just as stubborn, but even more vulgar. Chloe had truly never met anyone like him. He was bratty, immature, whiney and selfish. He had the humor of an edgy twelve year old despite being her age. It was honestly an wonder how these two ever became such close friends.

Chloe's breathing became heavy. Her mind became more and more wrapped with each and every fleeting thought. She was absolutely convinced someone was outside. Waiting. Listening. Patiently. For her. Her eyes continued to glance around, refusing to blink for even a moment. If she were to blink, the person would get closer.

Chloe instinctively clung onto her bedsheets as her mind continued to grow foggier and more frightened. She couldn't describe this feeling in her chest. It was almost like there was not enough oxygen but too much air in her lungs, causing an empty, yet suffocating feeling. Her gut churned for a feeling that wasn't a suffocating dread.

"What.. The hell are you doing..?" A voice caused her to jolt in her spot. Her eyes locked onto Selever's tired ones. His facial expression read that he was not impressed. His dry lips and narrowed brow showed that he had awaken... Obviously.

"I.. I-I.." She wheezed. It was almost like everything she needed left her body. Chloe struggled to think, let alone talk. All she did was tense up and stare at him with large frightened eyes.

Selever stared confused and silently st the girl. Her pupils had shrunken and her breathing was... Shaky. Her hands were trembling and she was looking around everywhere. Shit. She was probably in the middle of having a panic attack.

He sighed. This girl could be a pain in his ass sometimes. She was prissy, a goody two shoes, but she often had troubles controlling her emotions. This caused her to experience really big highs or really big lows.

This made her snappy and often very assertive; borderline aggressive. She was judgy and rude, but Selever didn't help himself by being an annoying little shit either. He would call her roachy, stumps, rot and other things that would cause her to bark angrily at him to cut it out, but... She tended to have frequent and vivid nightmares... A lot.

He recalled some of the nightmares she had told him about. One about a paraplegic girl being stabbed by her parents to become a sacrifice. There was another where she was being chased by a bloody demon that was released by a Japanese cursed video. Another one was her being kidnapped in the middle of her favorite store. Yeah, not very pleasant dreams.

".. Come here stumps." He sighed as he moved from the other side of the bed to besides her, he held his arms open. Forcing himself to swallow his pride for her.

".. Wh..? What..?" She mumbled as she stared at him, a frighteningly confused expression spread across her face.

"I'm only doing this because you're fuckin' paranoid." He muttered as he slowly hugged her from behind. He knew her most vulnerable blind spot was her back, she was most paranoid that she'd get jumped and couldn't detect... Whoever it was in time. So she always had her back pressing against something when she was like this.

Bur maybe, if he provided her with a little weight, she'd feel better. Almost like a blanket? Hopefully he wouldn't crush her.

He pulled her in tightly and firmly, he had never been a soft hugger. Chloe was quite shocked at Selever's gesture, but she was in no place to deny this act of kindness. She moved her arm backwards and laid her hand gently on his shoulder, almost to say "thank you".

Selever was blushing like a mad man. They were so close, he could literally feel her chest rising and falling sporadically and her racing heartbeat. She was very cold, Chloe was a very cold person. She was like an ice pack to cuddle with, but Selever would rather her feel comforted and safe.

After around twenty minutes of laying there, Chloe finally began to come down from her high.
"Jesus.." She mumbled, laughing almost instantly. He didn't know why she always tried to crack jokes right after having an episode. It was.. A weird coping mechanism.

"That was a rollercoaster.." She forced a giggle out.
"No shit, stumpy." He rolled his eyes, looking down at the mortal girl in front of him. He hadn't realised how comfortable she was in his arms. Like, she was leaning into him; he had his arms wrapped around her, she was very snug.

He almost wanted to immediately rip his hands from her and never look in her eyes again. He couldn't believe he just did that! That was so... Soo... Gross! Bleh!... But, still.

There was something interesting about this mortal that he had never seen before. He didn't know whether it was a mix of her emotionality and her mannerism or whether if he was playing with fucked up game with his own heart and mind.

But for some reason, he couldn't seem to let her go.

And he despised it.