NateWantsToBattle One Shots/Imagines (DISCONTINUED)

Even When We Fight, I Still Love You (NWTB X Reader)

A/N: Starting out with a fight between you and Nate! I'm sorry! It won't end badly!! I hope...... Also, some mild swearing!! Also, you and Nate are married, even though I haven't written a one-shot about it! I'm still working on ideas for it!

Your POV

"Y/N, when will you listen to me?" Nate yelled, slapping me across the face.

"I am listening!" I told him, trying to keep my cool.

"No, you're not!! You say you're listening, then when I try to talk to you, you walk out."

"Only because all you're doing is fucking yelling at me!" I said, wiping back tears. "I hate when we fight! Please, Nate, we don't have to yell at each other!"

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but you brought this one yourself." He said as he pinned me on the bed. He was on top of me. It wasn't like a magical moment, like when we had sex. It was a scary moment. I couldn't believe it. My husband yelling at me. Probably going to hurt me more than John Cena beating up someone it wrestling.

"P-please, Nate!" I managed to stutter out. "Please, don't hurt me!"

"Oh, Y/N. You're funny! I'm not hurting you. I'm teaching you a lesson. Its called 'What happens when you try and win a fight with Nate'."

"Nate, I'm sorry! Okay? I really am! I hate it when we fight! I really do! We never fight at all! What's happening? Please, Nate! D-don't take it out on me!"

It got silent for a moment. I looked into his brown eyes, trying figure out what was going to happen. He then collapsed on me. Crying.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." He said between sobs. "I still feel like you're going to leave me. I don't deserve you. I don't want to lose you."

"And you're not going to," I told him as I pet his hair.
"You do deserve me. I'm not going to leave you. Even in our worst fights, I'm into you."

"Did you just quote Paramore lyrics?" Nate asked, lifting his head up and looking in my E/C  eyes.

"Maybe," I smirked.

"Goodness gracious girl! You still make me love you!! How, Y/N? How?"

"No clue."

He leaned down and pulled me in for a kiss. It was perfect. I've only kissed Nate like 100 times, but I still enjoy it when I do. We soon parted for air and he smirked.

"What a way to end a fight." He said.

"There's no better way,"  I responded.

Nate then picked me up off the bed and carries me into the bathroom. He put cold water on a washcloth and handed it to me.

"For your face." He told me. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Thanks, and its okay," I said.

I put it on the cheek that Nate had hit and punched me. It stinger but I tried to hide it. A few minutes had passed and my cheek was feeling better. I took the washcloth off my face and put it in the dirty clothes basket. I went into !y closet and grabbed my pajamas and changed into them. I walked into me Nates bedroom and saw that Nate was already in bed, checking his phone.

I got in bed with him and cuddled up next to him. I put my head on his chest and he played with my hair.

"I'm really sorry about hurting you and yelling at you." He apologized for like the tenth time. "I'm such a fucking idiot."

"No, you're not an idiot. And it's okay. You don't need to keep apologizing." I smiled.

"I know. I just want to make sure you know that I feel terrible."

"I already know you do. You wanna know how? If you weren't sorry, you wouldn't be here and you probably hurt me more."

"You're right. I love you."

"I love you too Nate."

I soon fell asleep in Nates arms, hearing him singing be the acoustic version of "Nightmare"