(Frerard x reader)
Moving into a new apartment is great, especially when the neighbors across from you are great. As for the ones next to you, you have no idea because you've never met them.
What will happen when you finally have the courage to me...
Trigger warning- mentions of abuse, if you are sensitive I will put END when it is over.
*flashback*
I heard the door slam shut forcefully, followed by the thud of the keys that he carelessly threw somewhere in the kitchen.
"Where were you?", I croaked out, sitting on the couch facing away from the door. Physically tired from the fact that it was 1:50 and I made the mistake of waiting for him. Mentally exhausted from the fact that this seemed to happen every other night.
"Out. What's it to you bitch?", he snarled out. Clearly annoyed with the fact that I was asking. I quietly stammered back "N-nothing". I slowly sunk back into the couch cautiously, trying to prevent the chances of it squeaking.
Upon hearing my answer, his fist slammed down on the counter; leaving a slight echo, ringing throughout the apartment. I flinched;hearing his footsteps, growing louder with each step, signifying that he was walking closer. I sunk back as far as I could into the couch; wishing that the cushions could somehow open and swallow me whole, shielding me from the outside world. Hearing the footsteps stop, I realized he was standing behind me.
Leaning his head down towards my ear, I could smell the whiskey not only on his breath, but also as if it was radiating off of him. It felt like a giant wall came at me full force, trying to block off air that wasn't in a whiskey barrel for who knows how long. Surely if we were in a cartoon strip, there'd be squiggly brown lines around him; resembling a full body halo.
Pressing his forehead against my ear, I felt his deep breaths of warm intoxicated air hitting my neck. Not wanting to anger him anymore than he seemed to be, I sat completely still. I knew that flinching away from him tickling my neck was a bad idea, even when he was sober. Sitting there, I clenched my eyes shut wishing and praying that somehow this would be the last time; that we could go back to the beginning when he'd open doors for me and compliment my every move, no matter how insignificant it was.
Feeling his hand clamp down on my shoulder, it brought me out of my dream-like trance and back into reality. The reality that he was drunk, angry, and that he hadn't even been home for 5 minutes and he already had a hand on me in an unsettling manner.
"Well what do you want me to say hmm?", He slowly muttered out. "That I've been out having the best sex ever with bitches that are in shape? Ones that don't complain to me about their hideous bodies or how bad they feel everyday?! I work all day while you do nothing but lounge around like a fat ass-"
END(I'm sorry that was even difficult to write but it's very much needed.)
Upon feeling something nudge against my back, I immediately shot up from my side panting from the memory. Frantically looking around my room while simultaneously pinching my arm as if to tell myself that I was in fact awake. That is was just a memory. That I was safe. That he was still there and I was here. And that he didn't know where my here was.
Looking over at the fluff ball that woke me, my heart was swooning over the moon.Duke was sat watching my actions with wide eyes that held a sparkle in them, his head tilted to the side, and his tongue sticking out. *I'll put a reference picture below*.
Starting a mini staring contest against him, after 20 seconds he started whining and padded closer to me. Sensing the future attack of kisses, I leaned back and accepted Duke into my awaiting arms. Instantly I was attacked with hundreds of kisses all over my face and neck; basically anywhere that was available for his tongue to reach. While showering me with affection he'd let out happy whines every once in a while.
"Awh Duke! Do you need to go potty? Ya I bet you do. You know that you're the only man I need? Awwh I bet you do." I swept him into my arms and walked out of my bed. Looking down and seeing his large dark brown eyes staring up at me with such adoration brought joy to me. I will continue to hold and carry him when I wake up in the mornings before he gets to large and even then I will still attempt to hold his giant frame covered in poofy fur.
Walking into the kitchen with him in my arms, I set him down onto the tile floor as gently as I could. I slipped on Lord Flannigan, my comfiest flannel jacket with a red and black plaid pattern that has over 20 buttons on it, and my converse. Looking at the calendar and seeing it was Sunday, I had a sudden epiphany.
That this was the day that I swore to meet my next door neighbors
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This is the picture of Duke that I was talking about.
<Thoughts though? I'm surprised any people are reading this even it if it just 12 people but wow! I'm in shock either way. Please feel free to comment thoughts or feelings or anything really but thank you for reading!
