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self sabotage

marc spector x reader (gender neutral pronouns) / oc x reader (gender neutral pronouns)

kind of based off of self sabotageby abe parker

au where marc and layla aren't together

t/w for abuse, domestic abuse, violence, implied rape/non con (not described or graphic), verbal abuse, swearing, emotional abuse, depressing thoughts, low self worth, self harm, past self harm, mentions of consensual sex (not descriptive), suicide attempt

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It all started with a little bit of self sabotage.

Y/n had never been fantastic with things like taking care of themselves or making good life decisions. They lacked motivation, lacked empathy and proper emotional connections, and didn't have a care in the world. They were self destructive and liked to fuck up their life. Then they met Nick.

When y/n was a child they had a therapist before deciding that therapy was useless. The therapist once made a comment about how they feared y/n would be in an abusive relationship and stay just because they looked through rose coloured glasses. That y/n would let the singular good thing about their partner outweigh all the bad. That's not how it happened, though. That's not how things went.

When y/n met Nick they thought he was a nice person. Or, well, nice enough. They moved in together fairly quickly, but y/n didn't care. He seemed to care about them and that's what mattered. It was nice how eager he was, and truth be told, they were just as eager. Just as excited.

Then, one night, Nick saw what was hidden under y/n's sleeves. There were scars. New cuts. The whole nine yards. Y/n wasn't completely sure if he had seen as he didn't say anything, though they had seen his demeanour change and his eyes glance back at their arms a couple times.

However, aside from that, nothing was mentioned or said. Everything went on like normal.

Or, everything went on like normal until an argument struck. It had been a simple argument. A normalargument. A stupid one that all couples had. Then Nick said something that made y/n's stomach drop.

"This is stupid, Nick. Stupid! Why are we even talking about this? We don't need to be talking about th-"

"No? We don't? You know I'm not even sure if you should have a say in this! Do you know how worried I am nowadays, knowing that you cut yourself up for the fun of it? Do you know the stress you put on me? The guilt?"

Thats how the argument ended. Y/n apologized and made the stupid-ass promise to never cut again. That didn't last for long, though they were able to keep it a secret. Nick never saw. He never suspected anything. They had changed the place of where they brought the blade to their skin, and when the two saw one another naked the lights were off. It was all okay. Things were back to normal.

Then they weren't.

Y/n had been having a rough day. They knew it when they woke up. When even the humming of the fan set them into a little rage. Before they could communicate how they were feeling Nick came in fuming, and a verbal fight ensued. Then Nick left for work, leaving y/n completely alone. That was the day y/n raided the bathroom cupboard and swallowed whatever pills they could find.

That was also the day they called Nick in a panic, asking him to come home. He was there before they had even hung up, and with a minute or so of persuasion y/n had told him what they did.

Admitting it was scary as hell. They felt worse than they did when they took the pills. But they had to say something since they had been throwing up every twenty minutes for a couple hours straight. Surely that wasn't normal, and so they went to the hospital for twenty one hours before being released.