scomark oneshots

demons (scomark)

Miss me?

Scott ignores the thought. He doesn't think much of it, even.

Oh, sweetheart. You can't get rid of me that easily.

Scott flinches at the nickname. Only one person can call him that, and this isn't it.

Don't look behind you.

The voice is high pitched and smooth as butter, but still so eerie. Scott stutters his steps, nearly tripping. He needs to breathe. This isn't real, isn't real, isn't real...

Oh, I'm real, sweetheart.

Scott turns around and looks at the figure leaning against the wall. He's slightly shorter than Scott, wearing all black in contrast with his pale skin. "Get away from me."

Well, that's no way to treat me, now, is it? The figure smiles, his white teeth perfectly aligned. Remember what I'm capable of doing, sweetheart.

"You—you're not capable of anything. You're in my head."

Oh really? The figure pushes his hair back, and points his hand towards the photo on Scott's table. Here's a glimpse. The photo levitates high into the air, and with a snap, comes crashing to the ground, cracking the glass in the frame. Take that as just a metaphor.

Scott looks at the photo.

"You wouldn't." Scott says.

Ah, but I would.

"You can't actually do anything. You're not real. You're—"

The figure gasps. Have you gained weight, sweetheart? He walks up to Scott and attempts to lift his shirt up, but Scott blocks him. Self-conscious as always, hm? And deservingly so. I mean, who would want to look at that?

"I'm not self conscious—" Scott says, "I'm learning to love myself. I'm not overweight."

If you're not self-conscious, let me see.

"No."

Why not? I thought you were 'learning to love yourself.'  The figure says, using air quotes.

"Y-you don't get to see."

I thought you 'weren't overweight.' Air quotes, once again.

"I'm not."

Then show me. The figure waves his hand and Scott's shirt is going over his head, falling onto the floor. Oh, that's an unfortunate sight.

"No it's not. I'm h-healthy."

That sounds convincing. He pokes and prods at Scott, taking extra time where there's a little bit of fat. What's this? Not overweight?

"Stop it. Stop it. I was getting better, I was—" Scott can't breathe. Tears flow down his face. "Stop." He sits down on the bed.

Oh, and there are the tummy rolls! The demon sits next to him, pinching some of the fat. Nobody wants to see that, sweetheart. Not
even your boy.

Scott cries harder. "Y-you're wrong. I'm f-fine. He l-loves m-me."

I'm wrong? He's probably off looking for someone better than you right now. You're saying there's no rolls?

"Th-there's rolls," Scott says, "B-but..."

Where's your boy toy now? The demon asks. Ah, here he is. He conjures up a vision of Mark kissing another man. I thought he loves you.

"He-he does," Scott's voice cracks. "You're in my head, th-that's not real..."

I'm not lying to you, sweetheart. Not good enough for him so he's moving on.

Scott breaks. He starts crying hard. His mind is in a million directions. He's not okay with his body image and he's not okay with Mark cheating on him.

Pathetic. Crying over something you should've expected to happen.

And then it stops.

"Scotty?" Mark asks, entering frantically. "Oh, sweetheart, I could here you crying from the front door." He slips into bed with Scott and cuddles him.

"Marky, make it stop, make it stop, make it
stop—" Scott breathes shakily.

Mark just hums in confirmation and kisses Scott softly and gently wherever he can reach.

It takes almost half an hour, but once Mark starts talking to him and touching him sweetly, Scott's tears stop and his breathing evens out.

"Doing any better, baby?" Mark asks, and Scott nods.

"What did he tell you?"

"He...he told me that I need to lose weight," Scott says, "And I fought back this time, but it was still too much."

"You fought back? Scotty, I'm so proud of you."
Mark says.

"But this time, he talked about you."

"Me?"

Scott nods. "He sh-showed me something that you were kissing s-someone else."

"Oh, angel, are you crying again?"

Scott hesitantly nods.

"Baby, I would never. I can't believe he would
do that to you," Mark says, "I love you so much and would never do that to you. Please believe me."

"I can...I can be better." Scott says. "Just, I wanna be with you. Whatever you want. Please don't leave me."

Mark starts to cry as well. "I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart," he chokes out, "You're already perfect. I didn't kiss anybody. He's in your head." He says. "The only person I want to kiss is you, Scotty. Period. End of story."

"I believe you," Scott mumbles. "I can feel it when you kiss me. When you touch me. When you make love to me. I can feel your love."

Mark lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god, baby." He holds Scott close to him. "Never want him to hurt you again. Never wanna let
you go."

"So don't."

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for those who didn't figure it out the demon was mitch hehehehehe