ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Intruder {Nate x Reader}

The book is out! It's called Sudden Parenthood!

Warning: Home invasion, blood, violence

Sorry for my dark writing :/

Third Person P.O.V.

The night was still and quiet. At first. A couple laid in their bed together peacefully, his arms snaked around her waist and her head on his bare chest. But unknowing to them in their sleeping state, a figure was picking the lock on their front door. It was man, armed, looking for something. But he was willing to fight for it. He was a petty criminal, but not above assault. This tendency was what caused many break-ups in the past. Including (Y/n). That's right. It was her he was here for. He slunk into the house with practiced ease. It was unsettling how natural it was to him. He smirked as he wandered the dark house. In a very deep part of him, he missed (Y/n) the most. But his heart was too dark. He couldn't give up the crime. It was a messy relationship that (Y/n) finally got the courage to leave, and she found something better. But why tonight? Years later? The man was fueled with rage when he found out that her and Nate had gotten engaged a few months ago. So he tracked them down. He was coming for what he couldn't see was no longer, and really never was, his.

(Y/n) P.O.V.

A loud bang rings out through the house, startling me awake. I feel Nate stir next to me, but he doesn't fully wake. Another crash is heard. I stiffen. "N-Nate, wake up!" I whisper yell in urgency, shaking him awake. He groans as he opens his eyes. "Babe? What is it?" Before I can answer, stomping is heard, and another sound like a vase being thrown at a wall. Nate sits up, fully awake now. He puts a protective arm in front of me. "We should call the cops." I whisper. He nods, and stands, grabbing a bat from under the bed and throwing on a pair of sweatpants. "Nate! The fuck do you think you're doing?" I hiss. "You stay here and call the cops. I'll go check it out. "Nate, no!" I insists. "I'll be okay, (Y/n)." "We don't know who is out there, or if they are armed." I argue. "Just stay here! Please!" I beg. He sighs, sitting next to me on the bed again. I lean into him, knowing I've won. "Hand me the phone?" I ask. He reaches for it on the night stand, and hands it to me, still gripping the bat with white knuckles. I try not to yelp as another sound makes its way to my ears, seemingly closer. Nate grabs one hand with his, squeezing it, and holds up the bat readily with the other.

With shaky hands, I raise the phone to dial, but before I can, a figure burst through our door, a gun pointed at us. I scream, and Nate puts an arm over me protectively. "I found you, (Y/n)." I figure growls. I recognize the voice to be an old boyfriend, Redd. "Look, take whatever you want. Just please don't hurt us." Nate says as calmly as possible. "But what I want is right behind you." Redd replies. "Over my dead body!" Nate growls. "Don't be an idiot. I'm the one with a gun." "Redd, stop, this is crazy!" I shout. "No, it's not. You belong to me." He growls. I suppress the urge to whimper and shrink away behind Nate. "I love Nate, Redd! We've been over for years! Leave us alone!" I shout. "You love him? You. Love him?! Then I guess I just have to get rid of him." He points the gun at Nate. "Whoa, whoa, just calm down!" Nate reasons.

"Move away from her, and drop the bat." Nate let's go, and moves off the bed and stands. We share a scared look. Nate's hands are up. "Redd, please stop!" "No, you're mine!" "I'm not yours! I never was!" I scream. "Let him go, you bastard!" I sob. "(Y/n), honey, it's gonna be okay, I'm gonn-" "Don't talk to her." Redd cuts Nate off. "(Y/n) get up." I don't move. "I said get up!" He shouts madly, pointing the gun at me now. I jump out of the bed, hands up. "Okay! Okay!" I say, tears flowing down my face. "Don't hurt her!" Nate pleads. Redd points the gun at him again. "I'd be more worried about yourself." Redd moves towards me. I still very still as he roams his free hand over my body, brushing skin and moving hair away. I'm disgusted. Nate looks angry and scared, but doesn't say anything.

I'm in a bra and shorts, so I stop him when his hands gets too close. "Don't touch me." I hiss, moving away. "You belong to me. I can touch all I want." He growls, backing me into a corner. I notice the the gun has been lowered from Nate, so I don't fight as much. I shudder in disgust. Redd goes to connect his lips to my neck, so Nate rushes over, pulling Redd back, and punches Redd in the face. "I said. Don't. Touch her." Nate seethes. The gun had been dropped. Redd doves for it while Nate tries to tackle Redd to keep him down. I dive for the phone to call 911. "911, what's your emergency." Before I can respond I see Redd grab the gun and point it at Nate. "Bye, bye, bitch!" Redd says, and pulls the trigger. "Noo!" I shout, rushing forward. I push Nate out of the way, getting shot in the abdomen in the process. I fall back. The wound feels like it's burning, the pain immense. I gasp as I fall in my back. My head spins, and vision goes spotty. "(Y/n), baby, no!" Nate rushes to my side, lifting my head into his lap.

"N-Nate?... I'm scared..." I feel him brush hair away from he forehead. "I know baby, I know, just hold on... oh god, why did you do that?" I hear him sob. "Where did R-Redd...?" "He ran. It's gonna be okay, just hold on. Please." I feel a tear land on my cheek. "Phone... c-called 911..." I whisper. "What....?" I hear him scramble for the device, and speak with the operator. He gives them our address and explains the situation. "Please, please, hurry! She's losing blood... so much blood." He shudders. "N-Nate... I'm so tired...so cold..." I say weakly, my limbs feeling heavy and limp. "(Y/n), please, stay awake, stay with me, they'll be here soon." He pleads. But I can't stay awake. I feel the darkness surrounding. "I love you..." I whisper. "(Y/n), please!"

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I wake up, hearing a soft beeping sound. An oxygen mask is over my face. I groan, my abdomen hurting like hell. I look around, seeing a barren hospital room. I see a window that allows me to see the hallway where Nate talks to a cop. Oh Nate... He looks awful. His hair is messy, and his eyes puffy and red. I want to call out to him, hav him hold me close, but I feel too weak. I see the cop leave, and Nate turns his attention to the room. His eyes widen when he sees me, and he rushes to my bedside. Tears spring to both our eyes. "(Y/n)! Oh thank god..." He kisses my forehead over and over, holding my face in his hands. "N-Nate." I croak out. "I'm right here, baby, I'm right here. It's okay now." "I love you, so much." I cry. Tears fall down his face. "I love you too, I was so scared." "I'm sorry..." "No, no, don't be sorry. It's okay. It's all okay. They caught Redd, and you're right here. It's okay." He says. I don't know if he's reassuring me or himself. "It's all okay now....it's all okay."

Again sorry...that was dark