One shots (Character X Fem.Reader)

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I'm in the cafeteria, as the food gets dumped on my head, as I just stared at the floor. I hear a loud smack, and some screams. I looked up. Owen. "God dammit, I look away for one fucking second to grab food for us both, and you're getting bullied?" He questions.

I stare at the plastic bag in his hands. He sigh, and hands me a container filled with noodles. I smiled. He sat down, and ate his lunch quietly. I munched on the noodles he gave me. Home. Tears silently went down my cheeks.

"Crying again?" He asked, voice softening. I smile. "Yeah. Just miss...home." I say. He knows I'm not talking about the apartment that I bunk with him. It's about my home, where my siblings were, and my parents were...except they aren't...there anymore.

"It's alright." He tells me. I smile. He was trying to tell me that it's alright, and if I ever need a arm  to cry on, he'll be the person that'll always be there for me. I finish my noodles, just as the bell rings. Back to class. Woohoo.

After school, me and Owen walked home together. I talked about how much I missed home, and how I didn't want to be going to school anymore. "It's torture Owen." I sighed. "So much torture."

"What do you mean?" He asks. "The girls. The girls in my class are always bullying me, for no reason. I don't know why. I tried getting along with them. I really did." I sniffled.

"It's alright (Y/n). I'll always be there for you." He said. I smiled, feeling greatly comforted by his words. I mean, who wouldn't? The moment we got home, I jumped onto my bed, and lied on it, feeling great comfort.

"Hah, you show your real side when we get home every time huh?" He smiles. I puckered my lips out. "Yeah, if I can't enjoy social life, I might as well enjoy private life." I giggled.

I picked up my I pad, and kissed it. "Oh i pad, I missed you so much. You don't know how much I missed you~" I whispered. "Ew, don't show that in front of me." Owen laughs.

I smiled. "I never will stop doing it! What can you do?" I asked. He tackles me to the floor, as he tickles me. "Stop- stop! I won't do it anymore! I promise!" I opened my tear stained eyes, with a big smile.

As our eyes met, we stared into each other. As we felt the world fading around us, as all we saw were each other. He slowly leans down, and kisses me. I kissed him back, as he hungrily devoured my lips.

I moaned, at the delicious feeling. Ah...he just makes me so content. "So, what are we now?" He asks, breaking the peaceful silence. I paused. "What else silly?" I smiled. 

After that day, it was pure bliss...pure bliss until things got worse. At some point, my bullying got really bad. It got to the point where I would go home with several bruises. Of course I never let Owen know.

I didn't want his to be sad. So I used concealer to always cover it. I can't show this to him. He'll be disappointed again. But one day, I got found out. 

This time, they hit me a little overboard. As I walked home with Owen, and sat on the couch, he leans onto me. I wince, as where he leaned on, as it was one of the spots where they hit. His eyes widened.

"What was that?" He asks. "N-nothing." I said, and tried to avoid his question. At some point, he got tired of it, and pulled me to the bathroom sink. He tried washing the concealer off, and uses makeup wipes too. He gasps at the horrible sight.

He then, does it to the other arm. Then, both my legs. Lastly, my stomach. "Who...who did this?" He asked me, voice trembling. I closed my eyes. There really was no point in hiding it anymore huh? 

I sighed. "It was ______________________" I said. He growls. I shouldn't have let them go on. I should've beat the crap out of them that day." He sighs, frustratedly. I shook my head. 

"Don't you dare shake your head at me! They fucking beat you, they used violence, and you said nothing about this? Fucking nothing?" He shouts.

"They could end up beating you to death one day, and that one day, maybe I'll never know what happened to you!" He now whimpers, tears rolling angrily down his face.

"I can't live without you...please, if something like this goes on, then I won't be able to live..." He cries.  I hugged him close. "I promise I'll try." I said.

He shakes his head. "No. Not try. You will. You have to." He resoluted. I looked away, not wanting to disagree. I nod, and he pulls me into him, giving me a bear hug. Then, he lovingly gives kisses to me.  

He starts from my collarbone, then moves up, until he reaches my lips, and kisses me lovingly on it, while also roughly. 

"Though, promise me you won't get made when...I do something you won't like." He says. I raised my eyebrows. What did he mean by this? Not get angry...at something I don't like? "Alright." I said, wanting to see what he'll do.

A few weeks later, a big accident happened. Three kids were found, guts laying on the floor, splattered all around, on the cement training field outside. I gasped. I think...I think I might just know who did it.

I ran to his classroom, and barged in. I see Owen, talking with his friends. Then, his attention comes towards me, as he sees who enters. He waves happily at me, making me doubt myself, but I'm pretty sure it was him.

I pulled him out the classroom, and to the stairs. "You did this, didn't you?" I asked. He tilts his head. "What are you talking about?"

I pulled out my phone, and showed a picture of the three people, that are now dead. "You killed them, didn't you?" He just gives me a smile. "You said you wouldn't be angry. Are you angry?" He asks.

"No." I said, lying. "You're lying. Since you are lying, you owe me a favor." He smiles. "What is it? I'll consider it. I won't necessarily comply to it though." I said, sighing.

"Please...please don't leave me okay? I'm sorry..." He tilts his head forward, and looks towards the ground, as if he was afraid, I was going to say no, and leave him.

"Alright." I said, surprising him. "R-really? Do you...not care that...that's happened?" He asks. I smile. "At least I know there was a reason to it." I said, and he pulls me into a deep embrace.

LA FIN