Request: anon asked=7 with Mare?? ~ “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
Warnings: Poorly edited. I am not sure how cannon he is? I am still working on devolving Mare and he is giving me the most trouble but I do love writing him. Short. V short. The bold and italic is Mare’s magic voice!! ANGST! THEN FLUFF! MY FAVORITE THING!
(AN: I hope this what you wanted! Had lots of fun writing it! Also sorry about the delay. Burnout is a fucking bitch. So I started with things I could write and worked on what I could make good in the moment!)
You had been with him a month, and not just in a relationship but living together, the entity clinging to you like a raft in a storm. You did not mind it one bit, for some reason you found yourself wanting to be around him as well, though your friends thought otherwise, fearing him to be abusive, taking you away from them, but you didn’t care.
At least, you tried not to.
That was until you explored the internet and watched a certain “Mangled” video and almost didn’t want to go home. But you also knew that he would come looking for you if you did not head home.
Maybe.. Maybe that is a little abusive.
Even so you were tense as you walked in the door, even more tense when you felt his arms around your waist, but you complied, gently kissing his cheek while setting down your bag as he began to sway you side to side, leaning to whisper in your ear, “Happy Anniversary.”
His tone sent chills up your spine, though you knew that if you had not been so suspicious, you would have found a strange attraction in the words so you forced a smile as he turned you around to kiss your lips hotly, feeling you tense under his lips after a mere second he pulled away, cupping your cheeks, “What’s wrong sugarlips? You’re all tense..”
Faking a noise of consent you sparked up, kissing his nose before leaning into his chest, “Long day.” You sighed, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He smiled, kissing your forehead, and grabing both of your hands. “There’s a surprise for you in the bedroom. Be ready in two hours.” Then he dropped your hands, seemingly disappearing into thin air, leaving you alone.
You could run... But deep down you knew that he was still there, watching your every move and reading your every thought so you put on a smile and walked up the stairs to your shared bedroom, a new fancy outfit and an envolpe reading “open me later” lying on the bed. Again, sweet but oddly… unsettling, though you complied, slipping on the clothes and fixing your hair before grabbing the envelope, slipping it in your bag and headed down the stairs where Mare was already waiting for you in a white button shirt and dark purple dress pants, a small bouquet of white and purple roses in his hand which he cheekily handed to you, pecking your cheek and grabbing your hand, “Ready to go?”
“Where exactly?” You chuckled nervously, unable to hide your true shakiness and trying to find comfort as he toyed with your fingers, “Surprise?”
He chuckled, a smoky blindfold coming over your eyes causing you to gasp and him to chuckle, dropping your hand to place both on your back, “Spontaneity is romantic, isn’t it sugar?”
It felt like hours since that blindfold had been placed over your eyes, stealing your vision from you though you couldn’t complain, both the music and the smoke-fold itself allowed you to cry unnoticeably until his voice knocked you out, leaving you to drift to dream silently, your dream involving you tied to a chair, Mare tormenting you again and again as you saw MatPat, finishing you by straddling your waist, kissing your neck until he instead sank his teeth into your neck, ripping out your vocal chords.
It was terrifying, his bloodied glare down at your face as your vision of course didn't allow that, “Y/N... YN...” He chuckled darkly, sucking your neck wound before continuing, “You need to wake up now sugar.”
But nothing was working and you keep falling into the darkness.
“No c’mon wake up!”
He was in tears when you opened your eyes, clutching your shoulders, as his lip trembled, “Why did you dream that? I.. I couldn’t... I wouldn’t...” But as he could see you crying and shaking too, he picked you up out of your car seat, humming slightly until you calmed slightly him looking at you as well at a neutral tone and face, asking again as he fought the shake, “Why?”
You tensed at the mere thought of having to explain this to him, muttering random syllables as Mare examined your face, something clicking as though he read through your thoughts. “The video?” He asked and you nodded, leaning into his chest as you began to weep, “Oh sugar.. It was all fake.. Just a staged production... I would never-”
“But you did!” You wept out and looked down, shaking with embarrassment as tears leaked once again, “All my friends...Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy and I know it’s not true but in the moment I just.. I just-”
But you were cut off with gentle lips on yours, asking for consent with every touch they made, moving faster as your lips replied in motion and tandem with his, pulling away as he say you down on a blanket under a willow tree. He kneeled in front of you, cupping your cheeks as he pecked your forehead, “Never.. I may be psycho but I would never ever lay a hand on you Y/N. I... I love you, okay?”
You gaped at him. Never before have you two said these words to each other and it left you to cry a different type of tears. “I.. I love you too.” You chuckled, pulling him next to you as you connected your lips to his, moving to sit in his lap as you pulled away of breathless, “So what is that surprise you had in mind?”
He chuckled, snaking his hands around your waist, “Picnic under the stars then a movie?”
