(X Reader) Random one shots, short-stories, and more (Dead)

(btw, Ruv is the dude with this scicle on the pic, and he's from Friday Night Funkin', and his name is pronounced "Roov" NOT "Ruhv"!)

I was so mad.

I was seething, with anger and frustration- no matter what I did, I always ended up just having to deal with everyone's unjust crap. The only people who ever seemed to understand were my friends, Ruv and Sarv. I ran over to their weird old broken down church, where they lived, but then changed my mind, staring up at the ruins. I didn't want to talk to them right now. 

I ran to the left, past the ruined remains of a couple of other places, to behind a building that had been abandoned long ago.

I stared at the ground, clenching my fists, my vision blurry. I was almost never this mad. I never exploded in front of anyone else. I always kept a happy face on. It's not hard to do. But I was alone now.

I reached down and grabbed a broken brick and hurled it as hard as I could into the wall. It smashed, as I am a lot stronger than people think I am. I threw another, and it broke into pieces. "I'm so sweet and shy, huh?!" I yelled at no one, as I threw more rocks and chunks of brickwork at the wall. That's all everyone saw me as, a giggly, shy girl who never spoke much. And it was all my fault, for not being able to work up the courage.

"Just BACKGROUND NOISE, THAT'S all I am! CAN'T even SPEAK UP!" I threw them harder with each word.

"No one wants me as more than a friend! And I'm too fricking shy to tell him I like him, anyway..." I said, more quietly, venting my anger out loud was a bit startling for such a quiet person like me.

"And besides," I said bitterly to the ground. "He's got Sarv. Why would he want me?" I curled my hand unthinkingly around something sharp- a piece of metal. It cut into my hand, and I dropped it, cursing and cradling my hand. 

"AGH. AhGh," I gasped in pain, clutching it hard. I heard a thump behind me, and a few seconds later, felt a hand on my shoulder. I winced and turned to look at whoever it was through the pain. 

I saw a lavender hat and a black ribbon, with those white eyes- Ruv. My heart jumped. Silently, he grabbed my wrist and gently opened my fingers, revealing a shallow cut on my palm. I grit my teeth. I was not going to let him know how much it hurt. It was bleeding, and he searched his pockets for bandages, but found none. He frowned in frustration. I pressed my hand to the cuff of my other sleeve and held it there, tightly, wishing the pain could stop.

I turned around and sat on a fallen section of the building, my back to him. Had he heard everything I'd said? I felt humiliated. I focused on the physical pain coming from my hand, like an outward reflection of what I'd been feeling inside. When Ruv had shown up, all my anger had evaporated. Rug sat next to me, and for once, I didn't even glance at him. I couldn't. Not knowing he'd heard... I just stared grimly at my hand and didn't say anything. 

-Ruv's Point Of Veiw- (real quick here)

She looked different than I'd ever seen her, not hiding or giggling shyly. She seemed... Tired. Like she was too wary to smile. Which was too bad... I liked her smile.

-Back to your Point Of View-

It was chilly out, and I'd stormed out in only a long-sleeve shirt and jeans, when a breeze whipped through the area. I unconsciously hunched my shoulders together in a sort of shiver. Immediately, Ruv noticed, and unhesitatingly took his jacket off and offered it to me, leaving him in a navy turtleneck sweater.

"I... You didn't have to..." I mumbled, surprised. He pushed his coat into my hand. I blinked, then looked at him. I gave him a small smile. 

"Thanks," I said. And I meant it.  I slipped my arms into it, feeling strange in Ruv's coat. I'd never seen him without it. He looked a bit smaller, and a bit silly without it; he was still wearing his matching lavender colored hat and boots. 

"You're wrong," he said suddenly, in his deep, Russian accented voice.

I gave him a blank look. "About what?" 

He met my eyes for a moment, then looked away. "About no one wanting you." He spoke very quietly, scuffing at the ground with the toe of his boot. It took me a second to remember; 'no one wants me as more than a friend!' I stared at him till he met my eyes. I looked into his eye for a long moment, trying to understand. 

"What do you mean?" I finally asked. 

He looked away, again. I noticed that at some point our legs had shifted slightly; now our knees were touching. He was warm, but still felt a little cold.       After a long moment, he looked back at me, opened his mouth, then closed it, and his gaze fell down to my hand, the uninjured one. It suddenly came to me that if Ruv did like me the way I liked him, that might be a very difficult thing for him to say, not being much of a talker.

"I-" He started, then stopped.

"I like you," I blurted. He looked up at me in surprise. "A lot," I added before I could stop myself. My eyes widened at what I'd just said, and this time I was the one to look away. 

" I... I like you too..." I heard him mumble. I turned my head back towards him. There was a pause. "Will you- could we- us- " he said, unsure of how to say it.

"Y- Yes." I cut him off. I scooted next to him so our legs were touching all the way. He was silent, and after a moment, he took my hand and held it in his big one. I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

Suddenly, the day didn't seem so terrible.

:D I hope y'all liked that one! Sorry it's been forever since I've posted, I don't really use 抖阴社区 a lot anymore, but I felt I needed to complete this chapter that had been unfinished for a while! I may make more in the future, who knows. I'd appreciate your comments, too, if you like this or have any requests for me! But keep in mind, if you do request stuff, I may take a while to get around to it. 

          -Zuvoo out!