Onceler X Fem!reader Oneshots!

Onceler x suicidal! reader (part 2)

No one's POV

"Hey, are you alright? Wanna talk?"

That was the start of a beautiful friendship, since the day you two first met, (y/n) and Onceler began living with eachother. You two did everything together: cook, bake, sing, dance.. you supported him on his thneed idea!

However, life wasn't perfect. It never is, and it never has been. Onceler was aware of the cuts on your wrists, his heart throbbed with pain at the thought of you cutting. You had no idea he knew. He loved you for the way you were, but never took you to be a liar. "(Y/n), are you sure everything is okay?" He would ask, but you would wave him off and smile "I'm fine!". Oh.. what a lie that was...

Your POV

I stretched and yawned as the morning sun rose, taking in my surroundings and breathed through my nose (oo shit your boi got some rhymes! sorry, I'm in a rhyming mood) I smiled to my self, grateful that my now best friend, the Onceler, built a room for me aswell! Well I mean, I did help! But let me tell you, the room was amazing! I have space, got all my essentials, practically anything and everything I need!

Breathing through my nose I smelled some sweetness, it was.. syrup-y? Like.. pancakes! Onceler loved to make those, it was now considered my favourite meal! Well, maybe since my parents never fed me.. or the food tasted absolutely fucking horrible.

My smile dropped as I remembered those days, abuse, neglect, assault. I shudder. I shook my head, trying to keep those horrible memory's away from me, the smell of pancakes was gone as I smelt the alcohol and cigarette smoke of my family house. The room around me changed! Oh no.. not another episode!

I jumped off of bed, turned around and saw my old, dirty and smelly mattress, covered in tears and blood, fresh and dry. I reached into the secret bag I had and pulled out some medication for my depression and PTSD (like Prozac/fluoxetine, which helps with both). I laid down and closed my eyes tight, waiting for the medicine to kick in, my heart racing as I heard the door slam shut.

"Ok, so mum and dad just had an argument, dad has left to possibly go to the pub, now mum is going to take her anger out on me.." my breathing was shaky as mum screamed my name. I heard a belt crack and a bottle smash.

I gulped and waited
"This isn't real... I'm just having an episode..." Her footsteps coming up the stairs slowly.
"3..."
"2..."
"1..."
"(Y/n) pancakes are ready!" My eyes shot open, and I sat up and saw Oncie.

"Are you okay? You breathing is pretty heavy, not to mention you're sweating like crazy! Come, I have some (F/d) on the table." He smiled at me, I smiled back
"Yeah I'm fine, just uuh.. a nightmare" he gave me a look and walked over, I hid my bandaged and cut up arms under the covers.
"Are you sure?"
"Really, I'm fine! I promise"

He sat on the edge of my bed and looked into my eyes, he gave me a worried stare
"(Y/n), if there's something bothering you i really want you tell me. Please? I'll help you with the best of my ability." We stayed in silence for a few moments, I chuckled
"It's okay.. I'm fine." He stood up and walked out of the room.
"You better come down before your pancakes get cold!"

Onceler's POV

I walked out of her room and back to the stove, thinking to myself
"She's lying! I already know about her self harm, why isn't she telling me?! Is she scared of how I will react? Maybe.. I'll ask her about it at dinner. Yeah, I'll do that.."

Time skip

I stirred the pot of stew as (y/n) set up the table, I inhaled the delicious smell of our cooking. I turned off the stove and got a big spoon, she got out some bowls and placed them next to me. I blushed as I felt her head on my shoulder
"That smells amazing! You really are a good cook Oncie!" She smiled, I smiled back at her and chuckled

"You're a good cook too!" She huffed and rolled her eyes
"Oh please, I am not"
"Pssh, you're joking" she "humph!"ed and I chuckled, pouring the stew into the two bowls. She picked them up and placed one where I sit and one where she sits.

We sit in our seats and begin to eat our meals, my mind screaming at me to tell her about her self harming. I swallow my food and cough,
"(Y/n), can I.. ask you something?" She looked up at me, her face stuffed with food.
"Sure Oncie, anything!" She smiled at me and began to eat again.

"I know about it." I forced out, I suddenly got chills down my spine as the aura around us darkened. She looked up at me slowly, with a less happy expression. It was stern, cold one.
"You know what." I swallowed deeply
"Your...arms. A pare of scissors are missing from the kitchen drawer..."

She stood up suddenly, I jumped slightly
"I'm not hungry anymore." She coldly said and walked out of the house quickly, I shot up and ran after her.
"(y/n)!" I ran up to her and heard sniffling.

"(Y/n)? It's ok..." She looked up at me with glassy, puffy eyes, her cheeks shiny and wet. She leaped onto my torso, wrapping her arms around it and burying her face into my chest, I wrapped my arms around her small figure, whispering to her that everything is ok.

"Oncie I'm so sorry... I didn't know how you'd react and I- and I-" she broke down crying again.
"It's ok, I'm going to help you! I'll help you through this..." She looked up at me
"You promise?"

"I promise..."