Matt x Mark + Oneshots

Chap 7.

(Mark's backstory time. WOOOOOOOOOOO)

Warning: Abuse, Death. That's it :p

Mark Pov📚

I had the same terrible nightmare like I do every night. There are some lucky nights where I don't dream of anything, but tonight wasn't one of those nights. I figured sleeping with Matt would calm my nerves but nope. 

The dream would always start out on Glaze Peek, a place where most couples go and cuddle or look up at the view. I was with my old fiance, Skye, who had to be the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I remember her and I just viewed the town. It was such a wonderful night. I had the ring in my hand. I turned to her and opened the small box that held the ring I've been saving up for forever. I saw the look of excitement on her face and tears poured down her face. I don't know if she ever said yes..I think she was going to...But all I remember where the gunshot and the blood splatters..Holding her lifeless body in my hands made me want to murder whoever fired the shot..Skye's family accused me of her murder...But thankfully, I was marked innocent... I spent so many nights crying while holding the ring she never was able to take..

Another nightmare I would have is from my old ex, Todd. Todd was basically a look alike of the red dude that killed Jon. We were together back in our high school days..until he started becoming more obsessive over me...not in an adorable overprotecting way.. a scary way..He went too far one night when I found him in my closet...He unexpectedly attacked me...Bruising up my neck and arms..Which is why I stopped wearing flannels...Turtleneck sweaters were the only way to hide my markings...And seeing Todd again in the bookstore today wrecked me up so much more...I couldn't tell Matt this..He'd suggest I see a therapist, which I will refuse to do..

Tonight I got both of those nightmares. 

Matt Pov🪞

I was broken out of sleep by a scream. I shot up and screamed as well. The screaming stopped, so I stopped as well. I turned to Mark and found him gripping my arm like a lifeline. He looked terrified. I'm guessing it was another one of his nightmares, though what these nightmares were about he wouldn't tell me. I pulled him close into a warm hug and stroked his fluffy hair. He laid there sobbing, which I have never seen him shed a tear once. He always gave me, "I'm so fancy" vibes. We both just sat there, letting him cry while I planted small kisses on his forehead. Eventually, he fell asleep again. And soon I did as well. 

I wonder if it has something to do with that man he saw..