NatePat One-Shots

I Don't Fucking Care

song;; idfc - blackbear
trigger warnings;; physical & verbal abuse, sexual assault, murder
natepat, abusive markpat

tell me pretty lies,
look me in the face
tell that you love me,
even if it's fake
'cause i don't fucking care,
at all

matthew patrick stared at the picture, the pixels taunting him to do something that he knew that he would grow to regret afterwards.

the image of his boyfriend making out with one of his close friends was too much to bare. after everything they'd been through, mark cheated on him. mark cheated on him with jack and made it public that he was doing so.

with the caption i don't fucking care on the instagram picture, he knew that there was no use in even trying to mend his broken heart. mark hadn't officially left him yet, so he'd hold onto the toxic man for as long as he could before he needed to let go.

maybe he'd last if he got told the beautiful lie of "i love you" one more time, because even if it was fake he needed something to hang on to.

you've been out all night,
i don't know where you've been,
you're slurring all your words,
not making any sense,
but i but don't fucking care,
at all

it couldn't have been half past four in the morning when a drunken figure stumbled into the house. matthew rushed down the steps to guide his boyfriend up to their room, laying him down in the bed.

he heard drunken words of "get over here, slut", and "was having fun" but they were so slurred he wasn't sure that was even what the red haired man was saying.

matthew yelped when mark pulled him against him, raking his nails down his back and breaking the thin fabric of his tank top. mark assaulted the younger man's neck, biting hard enough to draw blood. he ran his hands up and down matthew's body until the brunette pushed him away and ran sobbing weakly into the guest bedroom.

he ignored mark's yells to get back in there as he locked the door, crumpling to the ground.

"i love you, matthew!" he heard.

and he picked himself back up, too weak to ignore mark's broken cries that turned to angry yells as he slammed the smaller of the two against the wall.

'cause i have hella feelings for you
i act like i don't fucking care
like they ain't there
'cause i have hella feelings for you
i act like i don't fucking care
'cause i'm so fucking scared

nathan smith knew about what was happening to matthew patrick. mark told him every little thing he was going to do to his husband before he killed him.

he stayed locked in that basement for three months, hearing the screams of pain and agony from upstairs each time mark hit matthew. it drove him insane and he was forced to listen until eventually he just gave into the torment.

nathan let himself believe that it was all in his head, even though a small part of him knew that the bruises on his poor husband were there. his tears of defeat stained his ripped up black jeans as mark slit his throat, bored of the lack of reactions he began to get out of the ebony haired man.

he went limp and stopped crying, but sadness was forever burned into his eyes because his torment was over but matthew's was only beginning. as matthew and mark got together (by the red haired man's force), hell was around every corner.