Do you know what's one way to get motivated to write?!
It's to see your parents argue right infront of you. :3
So i just copied what my parents said and edited it a bit to make it a fic of my own ocs which i thought about because all the things they said fits my ocs alot so i only had to edit a few parts.
Enjoy <3
Tw: Physical Abuse, forced kissing, manipulation, guiltripping (doomed yaoi for the win)
Neil backed away until his back hit the wall. His breath was shallow, his voice cracking with panic.
“Get away from me… Just shut up. Shut up already!”
His hands trembled as they hovered near his head, fingers twitching to pull at his hair, to do anything to escape the panic growing in his chest—but he couldn’t touch Mason. He couldn’t even look at him without feeling like he’d drown.
Mason stood in the middle of the room, his head tilted, smiling faintly like he was watching something amusing unravel.
“You don’t understand me, darling,” he murmured. “You know I’ve been so tired… Work is hell, and you just don’t get it. I’m sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t mean to, I swear. I’m just tired, Neil. You don’t understand what that’s like, do you?”
Neil shook his head. “Please, just stop.”
But Mason kept going, his voice rising suddenly.
“You don’t understand, because I’m the one who gives you privilege. Me! I’m the one who gives you love, who stays, who forgives you! And this is how you repay me?”
He stepped forward. Neil flinched.
“Please,” Neil said. “I can’t breathe. You know I have asthma. You’re making it worse. I feel like I’m choking.”
Mason blinked. Then he laughed—a hollow, bitter sound.
“Claustrophobic now? Do you have every mental illness in the world? You’re such a crybaby, Neil. Always crying. Always making a scene over nothing.”
“I said get away,” Neil whispered, voice small.
But Mason didn’t listen. He moved closer until he was breathing against Neil’s ear. His fingers traced slow, possessive circles on Neil’s chest.
“I’ll make you insane,” he whispered. “I’ll keep going until you can’t take it anymore… even if you beg me not to.”
Then his arms were around Neil in a tight, suffocating hug.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I’m just short-tempered when I don’t sleep. You know that. I promise I’ll be better.”
He kissed Neil’s cheek gently.
“Don’t cry. You’ll be ugly.”
Mason wiped a tear from Neil’s face with his thumb.
“You’ll be ugly and I won’t like you anymore.”
Then he giggled.
“Joke. I still love you. Even if you’re ugly.”
Neil sobbed, trying to push Mason away. “I don’t want this… Stop… You’re too loud…”
Mason’s hand suddenly slapped his arm. Neil gasped.
“Stop it! You sound like a girl! Are you a girl, darling? Huh?”
Neil flinched again. Mason sneered.
“You’re hyperventilating over nothing. Just shut up already.”
“I’m sorry,” Neil managed, but Mason ignored it.
“Neil,” he groaned, voice filled with exaggerated suffering. “Just look at me. Look at me, damn it.”
Neil turned his head away, breath shallow and fast.
“Stop hugging me! I can’t breathe!”
“Excuses,” Mason spat. “You just don’t want my touch. I could be asleep right now. But no. I’m here—with you. Because I love you. We’ll make up, right? We always do.”
He leaned close again, lips brushing Neil’s ear.
“Because you love me. You love me so much, you can’t leave me.”
He smiled.
“You’re blushing. You like how I’m touching you, don’t you? You love how I kiss you. Where should I kiss you next?”
Neil trembled. “No… Stop changing the subject. I just need air. Please.”
“You hurt me too,” Neil added. “You really hurt me, Mason.”
Mason’s expression turned cold.
“And what? I don’t get hurt when we fight? You’re the weak one. Always have been.”
“Why won’t you kiss me back?” he demanded. “Come on, baby. We’ll make up soon anyway.”
He laughed, head tilted in mock confusion.
“Am I the man in this relationship now, Neil?”
Neil’s voice cracked. “You hurt me. That’s all. You’re… you’re so annoying.”
“Yes! I’m annoying because I’m trying! I want to fix us, and you’re making it so hard!”
Mason leaned back, playing with his own hair. His tone dropped to a whisper.
“You said I’d have your last name. And now you’re leaving me over one fight? Are you really that weak?”
Then he was hugging Neil again, tighter than before.
“Come on. You can’t resist me forever. Kiss me, and I’ll forgive you. That’s all it takes.”
Neil winced as Mason clung to his neck.
“Come on! Talk to me!”
“Mason, stop!” Neil cried out. “You’re hurting me!”
Mason froze. Then he smiled—too wide, too still.
“Oh, poor baby. Where does it hurt?” He stroked Neil’s hair. “Your neck? Want mommy to kiss it better?”
He giggled.
“Come on, let’s take you to the ER. Poor little thing.”
He leaned in again. “You were moving your neck just fine earlier. Now it hurts? Bullshit.”
“I was moving it to get away from you! To defend myself! You kept hitting me!”
“Oh, so I’m the monster now?” Mason snapped. “I’m tired, Neil. Tired!”
“You’re a monster from hell,” Neil whispered.
Mason’s face twisted. He groaned like something primal clawed out of him.
“You’re annoying me, Neil! I’M NOT A MONSTER! JUST SHUT UP!”
He grabbed Neil’s cheeks and forced him to look at him, faces inches apart.
“You think you’re innocent? You hurt me too, motherfucker.”
Then, suddenly gentle again, Mason stroked Neil’s back and kissed his cheek, then his forehead, his neck, his hair.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, love.”
“Just go to sleep,” Neil whispered. “When you wake up… I’ll be gone.”
“No. No, I can’t sleep if you’re leaving. Don’t go. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Please, daddy, forgive me…”
Neil’s shoulders shook.
“I’m tired,” Mason whispered, his mouth against Neil’s neck. “I’m hurt. But I don’t have intentions. I just have a bad temper.”
He whined, voice high-pitched.
“Just kiss me already!”
“I don’t want to,” Neil snapped.
Mason grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up.
“Don’t cry. You’re ugly when you cry. Look at me.”
Then he kissed him. Hard.
“See? I’m sorry. Do you like that?”
He wrapped his arms around Neil’s shoulders.
“I love you. You love me too, right? I know you do.”
He kissed him again. And again. Over and over.
“You’re blushing. You don’t like it? Then why are you red?”
He stared at Neil, pupils blown wide. “You love it. You absolutely love it.”
Mason giggled.
“Good boy. Just lay with me, okay? You’re my good boy. Sorry, love. You know I love you.”
“Kiss me. Kiss me,” he whispered.
“I don’t want to break up. No one is breaking up. Not in this relationship. I’m just tired. I have work tomorrow. Just let’s sleep now.”
“Sleep already, Mason,” Neil said, voice flat. “Don’t mind me.”
“I do mind. Because I love you.”
“You love me? While you’re hurting me?”
“I’m short-tempered! How many times do I have to say it?!”
“Just sleep, Mason.”
“Then what? When I wake up, I’m alone? You’ll be gone? Your clothes missing?”
“Can you live without me?” Mason whispered. “You told me before… ‘I can’t live without you, baby.’ And now you’re saying you can leave me?”
Neil stared at him.
“What are you saying? You’re apologizing and spitting out random bullshit again!”
“Sorry,” Mason laughed, suddenly cheerful. “I’m just a bit extra. Hug me now.”
“No! Let me go!”
Mason grinned and wrapped his legs around Neil’s waist, trapping him.
“I can’t live without you, baby.”
Neil pushed him away violently and turned his back.
“Stop whispering to me. I don’t want to hear your voice anymore.”
He clutched his face and cried silently. Mason watched his back, tracing slow circles on it with one finger.
“You’re crying again. I don’t like it when you cry.”
His voice dropped to a cold whisper.
“It makes me want to hurt you more. Just to give you a real reason.”
Then, cheerfully again, “Sorry! I’m trying to hold back, really! You just make it so hard.”
“I’ll go home,” Neil mumbled. “I’ll go home.”
“Oh? Back to your dad?” Mason smiled as he gripped Neil’s face again.
“You’re so handsome, Neil. So incredibly handsome.”
