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lukehughes43 · 9 months

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dial drunk

trevor zegras x reader based and inspired by the song "dial drunk" by noah kahan.

warnings: drinking, angst, lots of angst, swearing, a few mentions of sex word count: 17,332 i'm sorry😭

“hey y/n/n, it’s uh, it’s trevor.”

his words were slurred together into one big drunken mess which trevor always turned into when he was home in bedford at the same time as you. despite everything telling you to delete the message right then and there, you kept listening, feeling as if there was something you needed to hear from his drunken ramblings.

“fuck i don’t even know why i’m calling you,” his laugh had a melancholy feeling to it, “i just remembered i promised to forget you, doya remember that, y/n/n?”

of course, you remembered. you were the one who made him promise to forget all about you after your less-than-clean break-up nearly three years ago now. thinking that it would be best for both of you and selfishly more so better for yourself.

“but i broke that promise, just like i broke so many other promises, right y/n/n?” there was a painful silence as it seemed as if he was waiting for you to answer him. only it was a voicemail, and you were never going to answer him. “wrong.” it was a hissed out slur. one that caused your heart that was finally taped together to slowly unravel. “i never broke any promises to you, y/n, well except this one.”

trevor let out a sigh, “i uh, i’m only making this fucking call because i have to tell you something. because i called you two nights ago. you hung up on me. you didn’t call me back.” he was hiccuping between words, whether it was because he was drunk or on the verge of having a breakdown was unclear to you. “i don’t like it, that they called you. that even after all this time i’m still so fucking in love with you i gave them your name y/n. your name. in a city full of my family and friends, but i said your name.” that’s when the tears fell.

for both of you.

you listened to him fall apart from the safety of your childhood bedroom that still had pictures of trevor and you lingering around it. hands tugging at the loose thread of your duvet as his sobs rang throughout your ears like your dial tone did when he tried calling you last night - surprised that he managed to hear your honey-sweet voice on your voicemail outgoing.

“i just wanted you to know that - that i don’t like that i gave them your name as my emergency phone call as they threw me in the cop car.” there was a long sigh before a forced laugh fell from his lips, “and one more thing, the cops? yeah, all of them thought you were wrong for hanging up on me.”

there was another beat of silence and you knew it was because he was contemplating what to say next. if he even wanted to say something, or just hang up on you, your voicemail, like you had him two nights ago when he was hurt and needed you.

he let out another shaky breath before he contiuned speaking, sending you into a crippling mess. “i dial your number drunk, y/n. honestly, at this point i’ll probably die a drunk, but that doesn’t change the fact that i would still die for you.”

and just like that, the message was over. trevor’s normally smooth voice was gone, the only thing to be heard was the sound of the rain falling against the glass of your window and your heart shattering in the pit of your stomach once more.

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being back in bedford was normally exactly what trevor needed to rest from the demanding schedule of the nhl. normally being the keyword in that sentence. bedford had lost its calming effect on trevor the moment you had broken up almost three years ago. now he only had a sense of calm in his hometown when you were stuck away in boston because of school. what happened when you were in bedford at the same time? trevor turned into a drunken mess, days blurring together and not in a good way, praying that the alcohol would help suppress his feelings if he were to run into you. hoping that it would help him forget you like he had promised that night you stood across from each other in the cold new york air.

only it never did, despite how hard he tried.

meaning the time trevor spent in bedford grew shorter and shorter each time he came to visit his family. reaching the point where he spent the entire summer split between the hughes lake house, and jack and quinn’s shared home in michigan last year just to get away from the pain you still caused him.

pain caused based on the fact you refused to love him anymore, and he still wasn’t sure why.

trevor and you had been together for four years before you decided to break up with him before he left for world juniors in the winter of 2020 (in which he went on to win mvp and a gold medal). you were crazy about each other and had been since you first met. your relationship had made it through two different long-distance periods, was going to make it through a third before you ended it, and everyone was convinced you were going to get married. that’s why you ending it blindsided him as much as did. sent him into such a spiral that he had no choice but to take out his emotions during the world juniors tournament and walk away the highest-scoring american since jeremy roenick.

after winning gold and heading back to san diego he was fine. at least that’s what he told everyone - including himself. in reality, he was drowning every night in his tears and not drinking alcohol, yet. the drinking started that summer.

he was out to eat with his family on the main stretch of roads that ran right through bedford. his world stopped as he watched you walk across the street, laughing along to something your best friend gracie had said. the wind was taken right from his chest as his green eyes stared at you, willing you to look over at him, to see him, to will him back to breathing. only you didn’t even turn your head in his direction, instead ducking inside the little coffee shop and sitting at a table full of friends he recognized from your grad party.

that was the first time he had seen you since you broke his heart into a million different pieces, and it was the first time he felt the need to drink himself to sleep while in the same city as you. each time he’d seen you since then had gotten more complex and harder for him. causing him to keep reaching for whatever bottle he could get his hands on once he was safe from the curse of you.

leading up all to this moment in time. june seventh, two thousand and twenty-three.

his hand was shaking as he reached for his phone, throat dry despite the empty corona bottle that rested in the cup holder of his plastic chair. your contact was taunting him, your e/c eyes staring back at him from the picture he had never changed. your entire contact in his iphone remained as it did three years ago, “y/n/n<3” right in the middle of the screen, and the picture of you hoisted up on his back at the draft staring back at him right above it.

there wasn’t a chance for him to even think about what he was doing, not that he could because he was far from sober after all, the dial tone was filling his ears. as trevor sat and waited for you to pick up the phone it felt as if the entire world was on the verge of falling apart around him. he thought it was about to end completely when the dial tone finally came to an end, only instead a recording of your voice filled his ears:

“hey, it’s y/n! sorry i missed your call, i’ll call you back as soon as i can. until then, smile at a stranger and make their day. bye!”

the twenty-two-year-old had to choke back a sob at the sound of your voice for the second time in three years. he’d never made it this far before, to your voicemail, normally he hung up after the second ring of the dial tone. that was until two nights ago when he called you from the police station after the ride in the back of the cop car. now he was struggling with what he wanted to say to you in the first place, the drunk thoughts overpowering his sober thoughts that he was originally called to try and say.

“hey y/n/n, it’s uh, it’s trevor,” he began. silently praying the slur in his words wasn’t as noticeable through the phone as if you were going to be sitting here next to him. “fuck, i don’t even know why i’m calling you.” a heartbreaking laugh fell passed his lips, hand running through his rain-soaked hair. “i just remembered i promised to forget you, doya remember that, y/n/n?”

while he thought he could get away with slurring in his opening sentence he knew you’d hear the slurring of his words in that line, practically able to smell the alcohol through the phone that he reeked. light beer and fresh rainwater were the new scents trevor zegras was sporting, his favorite when he was stuck in his thoughts about you. thoughts like why you even asked him to promise you something like that, how was he supposed to forget you? he’d been in love with you for four years before you broke things off, you can’t just force yourself out of love.

shaking his head he pulled himself out of his drunken thoughts to get back to the task at hand, “but i broke that promise, just like i broke so many other promises, right y/n/n?” licking his lips trevor stayed silent, wanting for a response. for your voice to cut through the patter of raindrops on the hardwood beneath his bare feet. wait for you to exclaim ‘you never broke your promise, trevor john’ only there was no answer. there would never be an answer so he hissed out, “wrong. i never broke any promises to you, y/n, well expect this one.” sighing he fell back into his chair, reaching down into the cooler next to his chair, and pulled out another beer. “i uh, i’m only making this fucking call because i have to tell you something.” he popped the cap of the corona off before speaking again. “because i called you, two nights ago.” drink. “you hung up on me.” drink. “you didn’t call me back.” drink. “i don’t like it, that they called you. that even after all this time i’m still so fucking in love with you i gave them your name, y/n. your name. in a city full of my family and friends, but i said your name.” tears began to carve a path down his tanned cheeks, mixing with the rain drops as they both fell in a perfect rhythm together.

his sobs subsided just enough to get out the right of his message. “i just wanted you to know that - that i don’t like that i gave them your name as my emergency phone call as they threw me in the cop car.” a mix between a deep sigh and a laugh-filled the dark backyard before he left his final blow: “and one more thing, the cops? yeah, all of them thought you were wrong for hanging up on me.”

trevor fought with himself, trying to decide if he was worth telling you. worth allowing himself to turn into the charming young man you once knew, and for a split second, what remained of his former self had shown through and he let out the confession he was terrified to hear, and more terrified of what you would do once you’d listen to his voicemail. if you even did listen to his voicemail.

“i dial your number drunk, y/n.” tears fell down his cheeks as he allowed the self pity to wash over him. as he finally accepted the fact he was the villain in what was a once a famed love story. “honestly, at this point i’ll probably die a drunk, but that doesn’t change the fact that i would still die for you.”

he hit the red circle so quickly that he almost cut off his final word, but he didn’t care. because now he was stuck thinking about how his downward spiral caused by you breaking up with him three years ago had hit its rock bottom two nights ago. all because he started throwing drunk punches to defend the honor of somebody he didn’t even know anymore.

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june fifth, two thousand and twenty-three. while to many others it was just a normal monday night at the start of summer, to you and trevor, june fifth was the biggest turning point in your no longer-existent relationship - yet neither of you knew it.

while you were in your room getting ready for a date - only the second one you’d gone on since breaking up with trevor - your former lover was busy writing down a list of food needed from the grocery store. as you finished applying your lipstick (trevor’s favorite shade on you no less) he was across town throwing reusable bags into the back of his bronco.

there were butterflies in your stomach as you walked downstairs to sit and wait in your living room. since trevor, this was the first time you had genuinely felt nervous over a guy. granted it was only the second date you had gone on in close to three years you still had hooked up with a couple at parties but none of them made you feel anything and left you thinking about trevor as you waited to make your escape once they’d fallen asleep.

trevor on the other hand couldn’t keep a girl even if he wanted to. how could he when every girl he spent time with he compared directly to you - the love of his life? occasionally he’d find himself stumbling around a random girl from the bar’s apartment, but it never lasted. no matter how good the sex was, or wasn’t, he was never completely satisfied. his mind stuck thousands of miles away with you.

your date, charlie, was over ten minutes late the next time you glanced at your phone and the butterflies in your stomach had slowly started to die. sighing you slouched back against your coach while trying to ignore the watchful eyes of your parents. both who were still pro-trevor, and made it known to you how much damage you had caused the ‘sweet boy’ whenever they had a chance. not that you could blame them though, you knew how much you hurt him. you just knew staying with him would hurt you even worse.

the star ducks player was right on schedule as he began his trek across bedford to the grocery store. waving as he drove past charlie henderson, an old friend from elementary school, having no idea that he was on his way to pick you up for a date. the blond waved back almost instantly, smiling two times as wide for two different reasons. the first being he was on his way to your house and not trevor, something he would have never dreamed of in a million years. the second was because it was trevor fucking zegras waving at him, and to be honest, he was surprised trevor even remembered he existed.

by the time charlie pulled into your half-circle driveway, he was a total of twenty minutes late. not to mention that when he arrived he didn’t run up to the door and eagerly knock with a bright smile on his face. instead, he chose a more twenty-first-century approach with a ‘here’ text message on snapchat. what remained of the butterflies you once had in your stomach had officially died with that. sighing you pushed yourself off the couch and walked towards the entryway, “um charlie’s here so i’m gonna go. i’ll see you guys tomorrow?”

a disappointed look painted your mother’s face, while your father began to shake his head. muttering something into your mother’s ear so you didn’t overhear him. however, as you walked out the door you did hear the comment your mother threw out, “trevor never showed up late. he always came to the door.” her words were sharp and cut deep into your heart. suddenly something that seemed to be going so well was going so terribly wrong.

it was pure luck, rather an unfortunate circumstance, that as trevor was walking out of the grocery store as you and charlie were stuck at the red right in front of the store’s parking lot. even hundreds of yards away trevor could make out your h/c curled as your head rested against the window. in an instant, trevor’s semi-decent mood had shifted to one of pure heart-shattering agony. had he been thinking straight he would’ve remembered you only leaned your head against the car window when you wanted to go, only he was currently thinking of the closest bar as the ten minutes drive back home seemed too far of a wait for him.

you saw him as soon as charlie rolled the car to a stop. he hadn’t seen you yet, head tucked down looking at the blacktop and his rainbow flip-flops. until by some stroke of luck, perhaps unfortunate circumstances, he looked up and saw you. his green eyes tripled in size as he stared at you and you knew it was because you were in the car with a guy who wasn’t him. your knees were already pointed towards the car door, only now they were touching the plastic interior. this had to have been a sign - seeing trevor. you wanted to curl up into yourself as you waited for what seemed like forever at this light. praying that trevor couldn’t see the way you were staring right back at him, longing to be stuck at this red light with him instead of charlie, yet you wouldn’t admit that to anybody but yourself.

as the light turned green three things happened to three different people.

trevor dropped his reusable bags full of groceries and ran to his car. desperate to drown his pain with the company of the strangers who filled his hometown.

y/n watched with a subtle pang in her chest, feeling as if she broke his heart all over again. tears pricked her waterline as she drove away from the scene with a man she no longer wanted to be with.

and charlie continued to ramble aimlessly on about how he is the president of a frat at u-maine. completely obviously to the hurt, the two former lovers were going through. instead when he caught the sight of the bright yellowish-orange bronco he cut his ramblings off to say, “hey! i saw trevor on my way to pick you up. ya know, he even waved to me. i had no idea he still knew who i was. i mean he’s a bigshot nhl player now. probably pulling instagram models - girls that are way out of his league. then again he probably learned how to do that from you, right y/n/n?”

a shaky breath left your mouth as you turned away from the window for the first time since you got in the car. “excuse me?” you huffed, arms crossing over your chest as your eyes narrowed at him. “are you implying trevor’s out of my league, charlie?”

with a fight breaking out on a first date in the silver honda accord, an internal war was raging in the confines of the yellow bronco. with heaving breaths trevor began to pull at his hair. “she’s on a date. y/n’s on a date with charlie henderson? there’s- there’s.” his words were cut off as he began to slam his hands down against the steering wheel. trying to prevent the tears that were collecting on his lashes from falling. “fuck!” he screamed, voice rattling the glass of his windows as he did so.

“what?! no! no-” sighing charlie shrugged his shoulders while barely glancing over at you. “i mean yeah, everyone thought so, y/n. it was only a matter of time until he broke up with you, so when news traveled back that you broke up with him. nobody believed it. i mean come on y/n/n, trevor was always going to end up in the nhl, and you’re what, going to be a kid’s doctor? yeah i dunno, like i said it was only a matter of time.”

trevor clenched his fist before he reached forward with shaking hands to his steering wheel. starting the car and backing out as fast as he could. making sure he went in the complete opposite direction of the silver honda that you sat in, not able to bear it if he saw the two of you at the bar while he tried to drink his pain away.

the tears fell faster than you could stop them as you stared over at him in awe. he had managed to hit every single one of your insecurities from dating trevor right on the head, and threw them back in your face like you were nothing. with trevor splitting time between the gulls in san diego and the ducks in anaheim a war had begun to grow between your head and your heart. thinking about how he could spend all of his free time with a new instagram model every night, but you knew he wouldn’t do that. not when the both of you had talked about marriage and starting a family for hours on end. only as time went on, and the bigger trevor started to get, you felt as if you were slowly falling into the shadows of his life. then there was the fact you felt as if your career wasn’t enough for him, or for your future. self-doubt was a powerful demon, working its magic to make you believe as soon as trevor was a full-time nhl player he would force you to abandon your studies for your future career and turn into a full-time nhl girlfriend who sat there and looked pretty. so by thanksgiving you had made up your mind to end things with the then nineteen-year-old. forcing yourself to slowly fall out of love with him. something you were still forcing yourself to do even after all this time.

as soon as trevor pulled into the little dive bar a couple miles outside of town he was reaching for his phone. he scrolled through his messages for the one person who wouldn’t ask him any questions as to why he disappeared and never returned with the groceries. double clicking on the picture of his brother and him from a wrestling meet - three years ago in december - he typed out a frantic message before turning his phone off and walking into the bar:

something came up. couldn’t get the groceries home. they’re laying in the middle of the parking lotor i’ll venmo you $200 and you can buy more

griffin zegras, while being the younger brother he loved just as hard as his older brother, and was even wiser than the eldest zegras sibling. so when he got the message from his older brother he knew right away that you came up. while he didn’t know what had exactly happened, he had a suspicion that it was something pretty drastic for trevor to drop the groceries in the middle of a parking lot and rush away to an undisclosed location. sighing he liked the message before walking towards the door, “come on av, we gotta go get the groceries.”

an angered laugh fell past your lips as you glared over at the boy. “it was only a matter of time?” shaking your head you looked down at your phone to see that it had only taken fifteen minutes for the date to get completely blown to shit. “you know charles, i’m starting to remember why i never was interested in you during high school,” you started to explain, wiping the tears from your eyes. “because you’re a selfish asshole who gets off on the downfalls of other people, so i think it’s time you take me home.”

“i need the strongest drink you have,” was the first thing out of trevor’s mouth as he threw himself down on the bar stool. the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head in an attempt to blend in with the crowd so nobody realized it was him ‘trevor zegras center for the anaheim ducks’ when all he wanted to be was ‘drunk guy at the bar number two.’

charlie stared over at you with a look of complete disbelief, nobody had ever called him out on his bullshit before tonight. why would they when he could just buy his friend's company with all the money his parents make? his shocked expression remained etched across his face as he pulled into a dunkin parking lot to turn around. even more shocked that he was following through with your wishes of going home when he had waited years for the opportunity to go out with you. yet here he was, giving in to you without any protest, because deep down he knew you were right. he just wasn’t willing to openly admit it.

within the first five minutes of sitting at the bar counter, trevor had managed to completely down the moscow mule which was placed in front of him, as well as three shots of vodka. with his vision toeing the line of fuzzy and seeing straight he backed off the hard alcohol and ordered a bud light. with his buzz well in place, he knew he’d be okay to sip on a beer as you were a distant thought in his alcohol-clouded head.

“oh hi honey, you’re back early.” the sound of your mother's voice was next to one of the last things you wanted to hear as you slowly shut the front door behind you. originally hoping that you could sneak back in without facing the questions as to why you were home. yet your parents' movie night completely ruined that plan. taking a deep breath you walked into the open space, and the scene of seeing your parents happily cuddled up together, how to lose a guy in 10 days on tv, caused you to turn into a sobbing mess. because all you could think of at that moment was how you wanted your future to look exactly like this with one certain person: trevor.

charlie watched as you walked in your front door, and as soon as it was closed he was speeding out of the half-circle driveway towards his sanctuary: the bar. more specifically the bar that trevor was currently holed up in, but neither of them knew this. instead, both of them were both stuck in their thoughts on how to drink enough to get you off their minds.

when you had left for your date with charlie, someone whom both of your parents didn’t think was right for you, they agreed to not say another word on the matter to you. meaning they weren’t going to bring up trevor unless you did. all they wanted was for you to be happy, and if this so-called charles henderson fellow, umaine frat president, could make you happy, then that was all they cared about. so they went along with their nightly plans of watching a rom-com, drinking a bottle of wine, and falling asleep on the couch just like they did in their first year of marriage. just as andie was about to ask ben for another diet coke at the knicks game, you opened the front door. reaching forward, your mother set down her wine glass and paused the movie before turning to look back at you, “oh hi honey, you’re back early.” your father squeezed her hand that he was holding as they both watched the tears begin to fall down your cheeks, simultaneously breaking their hearts. “sweetie what happened? you haven’t cried over a boy since tr-” immediately she caught herself by clearing her throat and restarted. “oh honey, come here.”

time had seemingly stopped for trevor. was this his first beer or his third? he couldn’t remember anymore. while he had started as casually sipping, he soon began to finish them faster than intended as he realized he had nothing to keep him occupied other than the bottle in his hands. with his phone turned off and stashed away in his pocket, not wanting his family or the boys to have his location pinging at a bar, he was completely alone. normally when he did this at home he had the company of a friend over a facetime call. every night it bounced around from person to person. when he wanted someone to help him reflect on the past with you it was spencer, as he was the resident third wheel of your relationship, having grown across the state line separating new york and connecticut with you. on the nights he didn’t want to talk or think about you at all, like tonight, he would call jamie since he never had the chance to meet you. jamie also missed out on the man trevor was before the breakup. while he was still charming, he would change from charming to alarming in seconds, jamie always had to walk on thin glass. nights where he just wanted comfort it was griffin, as there was nothing better than brotherly love, and someone able to hold you while you fall apart. except for tonight, trevor had nobody. he was completely and utterly alone with nobody he knew: until the front door opened and in walked charlie henderson.

sniffling, you wiped away the tears that clung to your jawline before offering your parents a small smile, “can i crash date night after i change?” instantly your mother was nodding her head, your father smiling over at you softly. this gives you the chance to run up to your room and change into the only piece of clothing that could give you comfort when you heart this bad, trevor’s boston university hockey sweatshirt. the last team issued one he got before the covid pandemic shut down his college career and he signed with the ducks. when you wore the gray sweatshirt it felt like he was right there with you. holding you close and promising you everything was going to work out for the better. his scent had long faded, but the idea of it being his was what grounded you. so much so that you were reaching for your phone and his contact.

trevor’s once relaxed body had now become rigid at the sound of charlie’s smooth voice. he was too afraid to dare to look over and risk seeing you hanging off his arm, so instead he ordered another beer and turned so his back was completely towards his former classmate. he hadn’t understood why you agreed to go out on a date with charlie henderson. in high school, he was nothing but sleazy. flaunting his parents' money around to gain the attention of girls, and the friendship of the boys in your grade. sure he was good-looking, but trevor was certain there wasn’t a single brain cell behind those dull, lifeless eyes. when he went away to avon trevor would hear all about the charlie stories through you. how you would roll your eyes every time he tried to make a move on you, always pointing out that you and trevor were still very much together. so it bewildered him that you were currently on a date with charlie ‘frat president’ henderson. then again, people change and maybe charlie had. trevor knew that he had changed for the worse, maybe charlie had changed for the better. and who was he to judge you for your choices? he didn’t even know you anymore.

tears stung your eyes as you stared down at the contact that no longer had a name, but you would know the phone number despite the missing name, even if there was still a random selfie trevor had taken as the contact photo. why you had kept the photo but erased his name made no sense to you back then, and even less now, but that’s not what you were worried about. instead, you were worried about how your hands were shaking as your finger ghosted over the call button. your heart was beating so hard against your rib cage it was starting to hurt. you couldn’t call him, not after all this time. not after ripping his heart out and throwing it on the ground to stomp on it, all while you were still madly in love with him. you couldn’t. yet, you did.

if trevor’s phone had been on he would’ve felt it buzz in his pocket. he would’ve set his bud light down and pulled out his phone instead. the four-year-old picture would’ve flashed across his screen, your name lighting it up at the top. tears would’ve formed in his eyes as he stared down at the eighteen-year-old versions of yourselves before swiping the answer call across his screen. he would feel charlie henderson’s eyes on him as he let out a breath with one thing leaving his lips, “y/n/n.”

only trevor’s phone didn’t buzz, and your call would be missed as he took another sip of his beer. he was trying his hardest to tone out charlie’s voice which seemed to get louder and louder by the second as if he was trying to get under trevor’s skin. like he knew it was him sitting four stools down from him, and he knew just how to hit the twenty-two-year-old right where it hurt and choose to punch a man while he was down. he had started to bring up you.

the moment charlie walked into the bar he had known it was trevor perched up at the counter. at first, he told himself if he was just going to leave it alone, pretend he didn’t see him like every other person in the bar, and go on with his night. drinking little fruity cocktails while he joked around with his friends to get his mind off you and the date that was a disaster. he was fine doing that until one of his dorky tag-a-long friends didn’t get the memo that they weren’t supposed to bring up the fact he wasn’t supposed to be here and said, “aren’t you supposed to be out with y/n l/n right now?” while he could’ve chosen the easy road of telling the truth, one that would shatter his ego and imagine amongst his friends, he began to see red and chose the complete opposite. he chose violence.

“hey, it’s z! sorry i can’t get to the phone right now, i’ll give ya a call when i can!” the voicemail recording caused the sinking feeling in your heart to grow even larger. sniffling you hit the big red end button as the woman's voice explained the steps of leaving a voicemail. you knew you shouldn’t have called, and that trevor not answering wasn’t a surprise to you. running a hand through your curls you slipped the phone into the pocket of his sweatshirt, pulled on a pair of shorts, and walked downstairs to meet your parents. “i’ll make more popcorn if you guys pour me a glass?”

“yeah i was, but she was just so boring,” charlie drawled, trying to think of more lies he could say to cover for himself. “y/n l/n isn't interesting in the slightest. i really don’t get what people see in her.” as his friends kept laughing the smile on his face grew more and more. fuelling the fire that now burned inside of him. nobody called charles j. henderson out on his bullshit and got away with it.

at first, trevor thought he was hallucinating hearing your name come out of charlie’s mouth. because there was no way charlie henderson called you, y/n m/n l/n, boring and uninteresting. so much to the point that he had to end the date twenty minutes after it started. “yeah, you don’t even understand. she was like, fake sobbing because i told her i couldn’t do it. like i’m sorry, i don’t want to spend my night with a girl who’s clearly a four.” finishing his drink he threw three twenty dollar bills down before turning in his seat to look down the bar at charlie. his blood was already boiling, yet he was still waiting for the prime opportunity to pounce on the scumbag.

with a fresh bowl of popcorn resting on the coffee table, and three full glasses of wine surrounding it, you were finally ready to settle down on the couch with your parents to watch the movie. “we restarted it for you, honey. we know how much you like this movie,” your dad said while smiling over at you. taking note of the way you clung to the sweatshirt that was on your frame. he pressed play and you let out a blissful sigh, staring at the opening credits and thinking about how for the next hour and a half, you’d be starting at a young matthew mcconaughey who you thought looked uncannily like trevor in this movie. trying to completely forget about the fact he had sent you to voicemail.

“i don’t think y/n’s a four,” one of charlie’s cronies replied sheepishly, pushing the salt around the rim of his margarita. “she’s like, one of the hottest girls i’ve ever seen! and i mean, she pulled trevor zegras.” charlie cringed at the thought of you and trevor happily together. all he wanted was a chance with you, and the one time he got that chance it was ruined by some stupid nhl player who didn’t even graduate college. meanwhile, he had graduated and on top of that, he did it while organizing frat party after frat party. what did trevor do? nothing! he left you up for grabs three different times because of hockey. in his opinion it was time you dumped him, even if he was out of your league, so you could settle down with somebody more like him. seeing how displeased charlie had grown with his comments in defense of you, matt the cronie, frowned before changing his tune about you. “yeah you’re right, char, she is a four. a total four! i mean, what did zegras even see in her, to begin with? probably only stuck with her because she was too ugly to cheat on him, and wouldn’t feel bad cheating on her when he left for hockey.”

if the words charlie’s friends were spewing about you weren’t enough to get his blood boiling, then the way charlie’s lips curled up into an evil smile was. he rushed off of his stool and stomped his way over to the group, a scowl on his face as he watched all of them but charlie stare at him in awe. he was still a famous nhl player after all. “don’t you fucking idiots dare let y/n’s name leave your mouth again, or i swear to god i’ll kill you. all of you. she’s too pure-hearted and too good of a person for you to be dragging her name in the dirt. she’s the type of beautiful where you’re lucky to be in her presence. inside and out.” his nostrils flared as he heaved out every word laced with anger. “and you,” he seethed turning his full attention to charlie, “consider yourself fucking lucky someone as incredible as y/n agreed to go on a date with a self-absorbed egotistical asshole like yourself. you’re calling her uninteresting? the only thing you have to show for yourself is the fact you were a frat president at umaine, nobody gives a shit dude!”

even with your attention on the movie you could feel the way your mother kept glancing over at you. you were an open book to her. you knew it was only a matter of time until she said you could talk to her, or asked about trevor’s sweatshirt. and as if almost on cue she leaned over to whisper into your ear. “do you want to talk about it, sweetie? it has to have been pretty bad if you’re wearing trevor’s sweatshirt. you only do that when you’re really upset.” shrugging your shoulders you reached forward and grabbed your glass of wine. praying that taking a sip would end her pestering. she ran a hand through your hair and pressed a kiss against your forehead, “whenever you’re ready, i’m ready.” only you didn’t think you’d be ready to talk about the events of this night for a long time. not until you at least figured it out for yourself, and you weren’t sure if you’d ever figure it out for yourself.

the cronies were stifling back their laughter as they listened to trevor tear into their group's leader. only the laughter came to a halt as chalire jumped out of his barstool to stand chest to chest with the six-foot-even nhl forward. “think you’re a big man now that you’re in the nhl z?” charlie asked with a taunting tone, head tilted to the side as he just barely stared down at the hockey player. “well you’re not, dumbass. i mean look at you, you’re getting blackout drunk in a bar over your ex-girlfriend who broke up with you three years ago. you’re pathetic. just like y/n’s little dream of being a doctor.” matt and nate let out a chorus of ‘ooh’s’ like the group was still in high school, right away beginning to make small comments to each other. “maybe you guys did deserve each other, could’ve been pathetic together.”

that’s when the first punch was thrown.

“i tried calling him,” you whispered out only for your mother to hear. because you knew if your father heard it would be over. his hopes would get too high, and he would fly too close to the sun thinking he was about to get his best friend back. even your mother perked up hearing that you had called him. “but he didn’t answer,” you added, e/c eyes completely focused on the screen in front of you. “it’s probably for the best that he didn’t answer. i can’t blame him.” you were sniffling before burying your head in your mother’s chest. fighting back the tears as you snuggled closer to her. wondering why you had let your anxiety and the possibility of trevor and your relationship turning toxic steer you away from the only person you’d ever love.

your father listened from the other side of your mother, a frown overtaking his features while he sunk into the couch. he couldn’t help but feel as if all of this heartbreak had been his fault. he was the reason you and trevor had met in the first place. (the reason you had met spencer too but that’s beside the point right now). on the side of his day job as a pediatrician, he coached a local youth hockey team. while you played on the girl's team, your dad thought it would be best to avoid the whole politics of ‘parent coaches’ and stuck to the boys and that’s how he met trevor and spencer. you met at an outdoor jamboree at the ripe age of five, and since then you had been inseparable. it was only a matter of time until you and trevor ended up together, and nobody was happier about that than your father. trevor was the son he never knew he wanted. he just fit in with your family, with your lives. so when you came back inside that december night crying, saying you had broken up, poor d/n l/n felt like it was all his fault two of his favorite people in the world were crushed as badly and as deeply as they were. he still couldn’t forgive himself.

trevor had swung at charlie first. his right fist splitting his lip in half. the blood coated his knuckles and the tiled floor. as he watched charlie stumble backward he turned his attention to matt first. “you know matt, i was going to spare you, but then you had to go and change your tune just for a couple of hundred bucks,” he slurred with a smirk on his face, “so i gotta do what i gotta do, i hope you can respect that man.” he didn’t give the boy chance to answer before he threw another heavy right hook. this time breaking the matt’s nose. the crunch of the cartilage breaking could be heard throughout the whole bar, and that’s what gained the attention of every bar-goer. trevor had sealed his fate as soon as the first punch was thrown.

the onlookers in the bar couldn’t believe what was happening in front of them. it wasn’t every day that a true bar fight broke out, and it certainly wasn’t every day that it was an nhl player took part in it. barry, the regular bartender, figured it would sort itself out. a couple of punches would be thrown and then the group would separate and there would be nothing to worry about. it would be a done deal. only that wasn’t what happened in this case. charlie henderson, after picking himself up off the counter, lunged forward and socked trevor right in the temple. laying it on thick enough to give the star player a black eye for a couple of days, maybe even a week. when trevor lunged forward and tackled the entitled prick to the grimy floor is when poor barry had to make the phone call to the police, seeing as matt and nate were doing absolutely nothing to help their friend, and trevor wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

“sweetheart,” your mother cooed while running a hand up and down your back. “just give trevor a little time. you haven’t talked in nearly three years, he’s probably scared to hear from you considering the last time you saw each other…” as she trailed off you nodded along with what she was saying. she made a valid argument in trevor’s defense. if you were in his shoes, you wouldn’t answer you on the first phone call either. you asked him to completely forget you existed, so he had to have been fairly confused about why you were even trying to call him. you had never attempted to reach out to him before, but what he didn’t know is that you still kept tabs on him. asked spencer and your parents about him, sometimes even reaching out to jack if an opportunity presented itself to you. you still followed him on instagram to see what he was up to, but never liking any posts so he wouldn’t know. (he knew. he checked his following once a month to see if your name was still amongst the sea of random people he didn’t care about). you still cared about him and loved him, but he just didn’t know it, so you figured it was time to change that. if only he had answered the call.

trevor’s knuckles burned with every punch he threw, pulling them as he knew he couldn’t beat this kid to a bloody pulp. although, if you looked at his split knuckles you would think that he had. the blood from charlie’s split lip and broken nose had coated his own on his cracked open knuckles. leaning over the man trevor tried to catch his breath before throwing one more threat his way. “don’t you ever fucking talk about y/n again. if i find out you did, i won’t be so gentle next time.” carefully he pulled himself off charlie before leaning back against a barstool, a bad decision on his part because the next thing he knew charlie was barking orders at matt and nate when he clearly should’ve sought medical attention for his broken nose.

within an instant the two cowards were pinning him down to the blood-filled floor as charlie leaned over with a nasty grin, blood dripping down to the tiles next to his dirty blond hair.

“you’re going to wish you never threw that punch when i’m done with you, big z. cause you see, i have nothing to lose unlike you.” and with that charlie drilled him in the left side of his head, making sure that his black eye wasn’t going away for a long period of time.

shrugging your shoulder’s you nodded, a defeated sigh leaving your lips. “yeah, i wouldn’t have answered me either,” you mumbled, curling yourself into the other end of the couch. beginning to nurse the glass of wine you were about to refill. eyes refocusing on the screen in front of you as ben and andie sat at a couple’s counselor. it was a cruel joke in your eyes now, that if you had thought of going to therapy by yourself or with trevor maybe none of this would’ve happened. maybe he’d be with you right now, cuddled up on the love seat throwing popcorn at each other while your parents looked on in awe of you. but you know what they say, dreams are for rookies.

with each punch charlie landed on trevor’s face he felt his ego rise once more through his body. there was no doubt his left hook had broken trevor’s nose, blood having immediately started to gush from it. only that didn’t stop him. no, charlie was seeing red, while he may have been in the wrong he wasn’t going to let trevor off as easy he did him. no he wasn’t stopping until both eyes were black and blue, his nose was dislocated and resting against his left cheek, and his lips had cracks and split in them. he wanted trevor zegras to be unrecognizable when he was done with him, and he would’ve had his way if he hadn’t heard the sirens over the mood music in the bar. “oh fuck, that’s the cops!” charlie yelled, jumping off trevor. in the process, kneeing him right in the stomach. while it wasn’t intentional he couldn’t lie, he was happy it had happened. “nate, matt, we gotta get out of here. my dad still hasn’t paid my speeding tickets.” as they ran towards the front door it was pushed open by two middle-aged police officers. the ginger took in the scene in front of him, while the blond shook his head.

“nobody’s going anywhere. you’re all coming with us.”

groaning out in agony trevor didn’t even try to pull himself off the floor. he was far too embarrassed by what had occurred to have the will to move. he was embarrassed about everything but defending your name. if you were still together and this had happened he knew you’d be giving him an ear full. telling him that your name isn’t as important as his reputation, and the status his name held. but ultimately you would cave, thanking him for defending you before the two of you fell asleep. now, he didn’t know what you would do when word got back to you. would you be mad at him? happy he stuck up for you? it would be a lie to say he didn’t care because he did. he had to know what you thought of the events that occurred. little did he know, but he would find out sooner rather than later what you thought of this little bar brawl.

“i’m going to grab the other bottle of red and make some nachos to go along with it. do either of my women need something while i’m up?” asked your father as he paused the movie, right as it was about to get good. classic dad move. your mother got up to accompany him, while you stayed rooted in your seat. finishing the glass in your hands. besides pausing movies at random times, your dad had always been a sweetheart. there was nothing more he wanted in life than to have a family, to have children. unfortunately for both your mother and father, you were the only child they were gifted with. it was a struggle to have you as your mother struggled with fertility issues, yet that didn’t damper either of their spirits, especially your fathers. during the day he thrived as a pediatrician that every parent wanted their child to go to. he had a gift when it came to children. and by night he was a resident youth hockey coach. but first and foremost he was a family man. there was nothing he wouldn’t do for either you or your mother. big or small, he was always the first person offering to help. he was the one who picked up your pieces after the breakup. he was your true confidant. he explained to you that at one point in their lives, your parents had broken up. your father was struggling to stay afloat in med school, and your mother was thriving at the bedford elementary school as a teacher. the distance, and the fact he felt he wasn’t enough for her, was enough for him to end their relationship. their break lasted almost a year until they reconnected in a hospital waiting room. it was because of your parents and your father practically doing the exact thing you did, that you even had the slightest hope you and trevor could rekindle your relationship. only, you were starting to realize, you should’ve called after year one, not year three.

“alright kid, time to get up,” the ginger officer drawled while leaning over to pick trevor up by his armpits. once he was up on his feet, the office turned trevor around and pressed him up against the bar counter, and pulled both of his hands behind his back. letting out a sigh trevor couldn’t help but shiver as the metal handcuffs were clasped around his wrists. he was soon pulled forward off the counter and was started towards the door, “you’re facing disorderly conduct. you have the right..” the officers' words trailed off in trevor’s head as he was brought back outside. the blond cop had charlie, matt, and nate huddled together on the hood of his car. he couldn’t quite make out what was being said, but it sounded as if charlie was trying to bribe the officer to not book them. the conversation was completely cut from trevor’s ear as his officer, officer collins, opened the back door, pushed his head down, and pushed him inside. as trevor stared up at him he could only think of one thing.

“wait!” he exclaimed as officer collins was about to shut the door, “my emergency phone call is y/n l/n.”

your mother came back into the room first giving you the perfect opportunity to ask. “mom, do you think there’s still a chance trevor and i end up together? i mean, like you and dad did?” she didn’t answer you, instead, she let out a sigh while leaning down and filling your glass of wine. you could tell that she was thinking of the right thing to say back to you, and that’s how you knew you most likely weren’t going to like the answer she had come up with. “you know mom, you actually don’t have to answer that. it’s silly of me to even think that we did have a chance to get back together. i blew it the moment i broke up with him in twenty-twenty.” while you were currently three glasses deep, starting your fourth, the buzz was beginning to hit you. since the breakup, red wine no longer made you horny as it once had while you were dating trevor, instead, it sent you in a downward spiral of your most inner ward thoughts. the downward spiral which was beginning to happen, yet you didn’t know how to make it stop before it got too bad. “i was so stupid to do that, break up with him. i thought we would end up in a toxic relationship. i thought we would end up hurting each other, so i chose to just hurt him instead. because while it hurt me to do, i got over it. i got over it faster than i should’ve, and every time i came home i wanted him again. i wanted us again, and this time i know i want him and only him forever.” taking a deep breath you looked up at your mother with tears forming in your eyes again, “so mom i do need to know, do you think there’s a chance me and trevor make it in the end?”

officer collins shook his head while slamming the back door in trevor’s face. he stalled for a minute opening his notebook and grabbing his pen. quickly he scribbled down ‘y/n l/n’ before pocketing his notebook and pen and walking to the driver's door. he glanced in his side mirror to watch as officer shandy, the blond, shoved charlie henderson and the other two he didn’t know into the back of his car. he then switched his gaze to his rearview mirror to stare at trevor. he had his busted-up face pressed against his the glass window. he assumed that it was because the coolness of the glass felt good against his cut-up lips and bruised eyes. sighing he pulled his patrol car into gear and checked the mirror one more time before addressing trevor again. “don’t worry kid, we’ll get your face cleaned up then you can make your call.”

“can i make the call first?”

m/n l/n’s heart broke as she sat and listened to your ramblings. in a way she had felt guilty she was even hearing every word that you had begun to utter to her. of course she had thought about you and trevor getting back together multiple times. it was something she had thought of almost daily. but as time grew on she saw it becoming less and less likely of a happy outcome. she, of course, had known trevor would be more than willing to jump at an opportunity to get back together with you, it was you she was worried about. she figured as time grew on you would lose all your interest in the bedford native, so she was completely shocked to hear that you were still all in with trevor. “honey,” she sat back down next to you hands reaching forward and grabbing yours, “i think there’s a chance if you really want there to be.” she squeezed your hands before kissing the top of your head, “i wish i could discredit the words you had just said to me, but unfortunately i know that they hold nothing but the truth. but i do still believe that if you want to be with trevor then you'll find a way to end up with each other.”

“sure kid, you can make your call first if that’s what you really want.” officer collins answer had satisfied trevor to the point where he zoned out into his own little world for the remainder of the drive. by some stroke of fate, they were caught at the same red light charlie and you had been stuck at when trevor had seen you. he took it upon himself to look and see if someone had picked up his grocery bags, they had, griffin and ava having found them right away. his attention was then turned to the traffic lights that seemed to be speaking to him.

“will it be alright?” he asked, whether he spoke it out loud or if it was just in his head he got an answer regardless. as the light turned from red to green it spoke out with a defeated, “i don’t know.”

tears carved their way down your cheeks, leaving what you thought would be a permanent trail as you clung to the little bit of hope your mother’s words gave you. you cradled the wine glass close to your face, watching as your tears fell into the sea of red alcohol, trying to stop yourself from thinking about what your life would look like now if you had never broken up with trevor. thinking how you could be with him doing god knows what. maybe getting in a little trouble, maybe just spending the night in the back of his god-awfully colored bronco at the old lookout point. how he’d be busy cracking jokes, teasing you to no end, all while you playfully would shove his chest before grabbing his chain and pulling him in for another kiss. not stopping until your already swollen lips looked as if you were both stung by bees. instead, you were met with the cruel reality of not having a single clue where trevor was, or what he was doing. you were left alone with your thoughts about when things seemed as if they were never going to end and there was stuck with you: how did you ever think trevor zegras would turn out as a toxic person?

if officer collins had been speaking to him, trevor wouldn’t have had a single clue as to what he was saying. the entire ride to the police station he was busy listening to the in-and-out crackling of the transmitter radio connected to the patrol car. he wasn’t listening to what the dispatcher was saying about situations that need police assistance, or even what the officers were saying in response to these calls. no, he was too busy listening to the static of the transmitter radio as it brought him some sort of weird comforting feeling in his drunken state. taking a deep breath to the beat of the static he sunk into the backseat, head still pressed against the glass staining it with blood and the lingering alcohol on his breath. the static helped lull him into a dreaming dazed state. one where he still had you. in his daydream, you were sitting on his lap as you and all of your friends were huddled around a fire at the hughes lake house. you had just spent the entire day wake surfing and tubing, and now you were sitting around the fire with newly sunkissed skin. the residue of s’more’s gracing the corners of both yours and trevor’s lips. you would be starting to fall asleep in his arms, lazily smiling and laughing at something cole had said before staring back up at trevor as his eyes would’ve already been on you. he was convinced that if you ever got back together his eyes would never leave you in fear of losing you again, so that’s how he pictured it. you falling asleep while staring up at him. surrounded by all of your friends, completely and utterly in love with each other. the sound of a page for officers interrupted the beauty of the transmitter radio static, as well as the daydream trevor, was lost in. groaning he smacked his head back against the headrest, starting the vicious self-loathing cycle he ended up when drunk - hating that he didn’t even know what he did wrong to have lost you.

“how did i ever think trevor would end up as a toxic person?”

before he knew it, officer collins was pulling open the back door again and greeted him with a tight-lipped smile. “alright kid let’s get this all over with.” sighing trevor barely nodded his head as collins pulled him out of the car, and slammed the door behind him once again. trevor kept his head down as he was led into the police station. praying that somehow, this would all work out where his name didn’t end up on page six of the local newspaper, and things wouldn’t reach the executive offices of the ducks. part of him knew it wouldn’t, not when charlie henderson couldn’t jeopardize himself or his last name either. yet as officer collins worked on taking his fingerprints he couldn’t help but begin to worry. about what you would think when you read about the charges in the local paper. what your parents would think, would they still like him? what his parents and family would say. he could already hear griffin’s voice saying ‘are you fucking stupid?’ but he was currently stuck on wondering what the ducks would say about all of this. what twitter would say, because sooner or later his entire life always ended up on twitter, it was always just a matter of time. somewhere in his train of thought, he was handed a plaque reading his name and the date for his mug shot, still clinging on to the piece of hope that all of this would get blown over as soon as charlie and his friends were brought in. he turned to the sides when told, hands tightly holding on to the black plastic in his hands. waiting patiently for his next instructions. until it happened, and he felt his heart race within the confines of his rib cage.

“alright kid, you can go make your phone call now.”

your mother seemed stunned at the question, you have completely caught her off guard once more. she remained silent as you tried to choke back the sobs that were about to resurface from earlier. remembering he hadn’t answered your phone call, wondering why you had felt like you weren’t enough for him, why you thought he would force you away from your dreams when he was the one who pushed you and supported you to try and accomplish them. (which you had since done. having graduated from boston college and were currently in the process of deciding which university to complete medical school at). you had helped save him countless of times before, no matter how drastic the measures you were there for him, and he was there for you. yet in your greatest time of need, when you needed him the most, you refused to open up enough to him to allow him to help combat your self-doubt and took the easy way out instead. “you lost your way for a little while, honey,” your mother finally spoke with ease to her words. trying her hardest to make you believe what she was saying. “you lost your way and lost sight of what was truly important to you other than your degree and med school, and that’s completely okay. you’re human - shit happens. you live and you learn. you lost sight of the person you loved because you were starting to lose yourself, but you’ve found your way back. it’ll all work itself out. eventually.” you threw yourself into your mother's arms, holding on to her for dear life.

as your father walked back into the living room (trying his hardest to act as if he hadn't heard the entirety of your conversation) he couldn’t help but smile at the scene in front of him. happy you were finally allowing yourself to grieve with the loss of trevor and yours relationship, and that you were trusting your mother with this information. finally trusting in yourself to come to terms with the fact you needed and wanted trevor in your life because you loved him deeply. he kissed the top of both yours and your mother’s head before taking his rightful seat again. just in time for the sound of a phone ringing to interrupt the tender moment being shared.

confused you pulled away from your mother's loving arms and fished your phone from the front pocket of your sweatshirt. confusion etched deeper in your face as the number popped up with a small caller id under it. licking your lips you looked at both of your parents as your heart started to race inside your chest, “it’s the police department.”

officer collins was nice enough to remove trevor’s handcuffs in order to make the call. so with shaky hands, trevor reached forward to the landline in a dimly light hallway. taking a deep breath in, he closed his eyes and punched in your phone number from memory. he could feel the tears prick at his waterline as he waited for you to pick up the phone. the dial tone rang loud in his ears until finally, it didn’t. and for the first time in three years, he heard the sound of your breathing. the silence was deafening as he waited for you to speak, desperate to hear your voice. then there it was: “hello?”

after watching your parents shrug their shoulders you made the split decision to answer the call. you were met with the sound of breathing on the other line, mind racing as to who could possibly be calling you from the police station at this time of night. when the person on the other end of the line hadn’t spoken you took it upon yourself to. “hello?” you asked with uncertainty in your voice, and just by the sound of their sigh of relief you knew who it was instantly. “t-trevor?” it came out it in a choked back whisper, your mind not able to process the fact he was most likely in jail. “what, why are you calling me from the police station?”

he could hear the panic in your voice through the phone, green eyes closing so he could picture what you looked like right now. the look of fear on your face from getting a call from an unknown number and it’s him. “uh, h-hi, y/n/n,” he slurred, tears slipping out of his closed eyes because he couldn’t believe it. you were on the phone with him. you were talking to him. this was real.

this was real. for both of you. trevor was in the police station. he’d been arrested and he had chosen to call you.

your heart dropped into your stomach as you felt anger rise through your body, yet you weren’t quite sure why. maybe it was because he had been arrested. maybe it was because the first time you’d heard from him in years was because he was calling you to come and bail him out. but at the same time, you tried to remain calm. preparing yourself for whatever it was that he was about to tell you. “so um, i’m sure you’re probably wondering what i’m doing calling you from the police station’s number.” he tried to force out a laugh, but next to nothing came out. and you could tell he was nervously waiting for your reaction.

“i mean it’s not every day you get a call from your ex-boyfriend.” your words had cut him deep. ‘ex-boyfriend’. he bit his lip in order to prevent a whimper from escaping his mouth at the dreaded word. “but then again, it isn’t every day you get a call from your ex-boyfriend who’s in jail, so yeah trev, i am wondering why you're calling me from the police station.” while your words had seemed bitter, your tone was nothing but soothing to him. he could tell you were currently trying to hold yourself together from the number of mixed emotions that had to have been coursing through your body. he also knew you meant no harm because you had called him ‘trev’. if you had called him anything other than that he knew you were over this. over him. over the phone call. over being his lifeline still after all this time. so with a small hopeful smile on his face, he started to make his case to you.

squeezing your mother’s hand you braced for the explanation you were bound to hear. mind racing, and emotions swirling around like a tornado in your body. “i saw you,” he whispered, voice breaking as he spoke. you didn’t need to hear what he said next to know he saw you at the stoplight with charlie, moments before your desaster of a date ended. “at the lights with charlie fucking henderson of all people!” that caused your blood to begin boiling. while his opinion of charlie was accurate, it still irked you that he had to make it known he disapproved. you weren’t his anymore. you didn’t owe him any reasoning on why you went out with charlie. on why you were allowing yourself to settle for him when all you wanted was trevor, but you couldn’t tell him that. you couldn’t allow yourself to give him that satisfaction when he was rotting in a jail cell with the other drunks that had been brought in for the night. “and it just, it ruined me, y/n/n. it ruins me, destroies me, sending me into a crippling to depression to see you when i come home every summer. to see you happy, without me. to see that our relationship must have meant nothing for you to just let me go like that. without a fucking reason as to why!” you didn’t know how much more you could take of his drunken ramblings, because hearing the truth come from his lips was something you never wanted to hear. you knew you hurt him, ripped his heart out and stabbed him in the back, but you never wanted to hear him say that. to hear what it felt like for him to come home and see you. “because i still love you, y/n/n. i love you more than anything in this world. so much so that i got into a bar fight with charlie to defend you against everything him and his friends were saying about you. so much that i’m calling you from jail. i love you so much that i can’t be in bedford anymore, and if i am here i have to drink away any and all thoughts of you because i promised to forget you when you broke up with me.”

trevor sat on the other end of the line, slumping against the white paint cracked walls. awaiting an answer from you after he had just poured his heart and soul out to you. he could hear his heartbeat ringing in his ears. felt the watchful eyes of officer collins, and now officer shandy, watching and listening to what could either break his heart all over again, or bring it back to life.

“y/n?” he whispered out into your ear. “are you - are you still there?” the worry in his voice was evident, he thought he was about to lose you all over again, and you could feel yourself slipping away from him once more. closing your eyes you fought with the tears, your head, and your heart as you pulled the phone away from your ear. “i’m sorry, i know that it’s a lot to take in. and you didn’t ask for any of this. or want any part of me any-” his voice was cut off by the sound the sound the dial tone. your finger having pressed the red button to end his drunken pleas with you. every thought you had about wanting to with him still tonight fluttering out the window, because a villain isn’t supposed to show remorse to those they hurt, they just keep hurting them.

the hockey player jumped up from his seated position as the dial tone filled his ears again. “no! no, no, no, no, no. y/n, baby please. please!” he all but screamed into the phone that no longer had a caller on it. officer collins and shandy both began moving closer to him, seeing this as a potential threat to himself. “fuck!” he all but raged as he slammed the black plastic back into its holder. then crumpling down into the floor. head between his knees as he sobbed to himself over losing you once again.

“y/n, why did you hang up on him,” your mother exclaimed. shocked that you had done what you just had after pouring your heart and soul out to her about how you still loved the twenty-two-year-old, and wanted to be with him again. “what about what you told me tonight? he still loves you!”

shaking your head you pushed yourself off the couch, reaching down for the new bottle of wine before making your way to the stairs. “and i love him,” you finally whispered out loud to both your parents. your e/c eyes stayed glued to the stairs as you tried to work yourself off the ledge you found your self towering on. “but i can’t love him when he’s like this, so i have to be the bad guy, because i can’t save him from himself this time.” you knew it was the truth, but still you couldn’t help but feel like you were lying to yourself. you were the one who caused this pain, this anguish for trevor, and it was only you who could save him from it. but you refused. so you walked up to your room, locking yourself in there with the full bottle of wine, taking a page out of trevor’s book and trying to drink any thought of him away.

officer collins crouched down in front of trevor and place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “look kid, i’m really sorry she hung up on you,” he started to say with a sullen look on his face, “it wasn’t right of her to do that. not when you clearly still need her in your life, but unfortunately there’s nothing else we can do. we gotta put you in the holding cell until henderson finishes up, and then this will all go away. i promise. nobody will ever know.”

trevor’s head shot up to look at the middle aged man leaning over him. his head shaking vigorously to disagree with what he was saying. in an instant he was resting on his knees, clutching his hands together as he stared up at him. “i beg you, sir, just let me call.” his voice was filled with a pleading note as he stared up at officer collins, praying he could get through to him. “i’ll give you my blood alcohol, i’ll rot with all the burnouts in the cell,” he began to list while tears clung to his eyelashes. “i’ll change my faith, and and i’ll praise the flag!” he exclaimed, “let’s wait, i swear she’ll call me back.”

the oldest man in the hallway let out a sad sigh before glancing to his partner, then back down at trevor. “son, are you a danger to yourself?” he hated asking that question, but trevor was starting to scare him. he needed to know how concerned he should be regarding this situation.

anger flashed through trevor’s green eyes after the question was asked, and as it hung in the silence of the hallway he pushed himself up off the floor. shrugging away officer collins hands he scoffed, “fuck that, sir, just let me call.” the pleading look on his face was slowly starting to slip away into something almost nobody could read. “i’ll give you my blood alcohol. i’ll rot with all the burnouts in the cell. change my faith, and i’ll kiss the badge. please, let’s wait. i swear she’ll call me back.” this time he reached out forward and grabbed officer collins hands, begging with everything he had left in him. trying his hardest to flash what he considered his puppy dog eyes, and appeal to this mans better nature.

officer shandy stepped in next, his hand reaching for trevor’s shoulders and bringing his attention fully to him. trevor’s green eyes bored into his blue ones, and he could feel himself begin to crack under the honest weight the officers held. his charming demeanor falling as the questions was asked:

“son, why do you do this to yourself?”

it hung in the air as trevor’s shoulders sagged, showing that he was defeated. he was only twenty-two after all. twenty-two but still in love with a woman who didn’t want him anymore, and he just couldn’t let go of you. silently he thought to himself, about there possibly being another reason as to why he allowed this all to happen besides him still being in love with you. that maybe he feared something more than having lost you. “i’m not proud of all the punches that i’ve thrown,” trevor mumbled out into the silence, to be heard by the awaiting ears of the officers. “in the name of someone i no longer know.” a small smile cracked his face when he said that. thinking about you, what your voice sounded like, picturing that scared look on your face when you realized he was calling your from a police station. “for the shame of being young, drunk, and alone,” he finished while looking between the two. “but i would die for her, y/n, even if i don’t know her anymore.”

the three remained quiet for an unknown amount of time. it had seemed fitting to just sit there in a silence while they all tried to understand the full events of the night. their peaceful silence was broken by the wooden double doors being pushed open to what looked like on of the newer officers. “officer shandy, officer collins, sir, mr henderson his here and has requested the dropping of charges against trevor zegras, and for this all to go away,” he explained before slowly slipping back inside the lobby of the police station. trevor’s green eyes turned to stare at officer collins, waiting for some sort of directions.

“i told you it would work itself out kid, maybe there’s some hope after all for you,” he reasoned while beginning to lead trevor back into the main area. instead of taking a seat at officer collins desk trevor was brought face to face with the chain linked fence of the holding cell, only there was nobody else in there and it would be just him tonight. “this is just until somebody has time to drop you off at home, we’ve gotta file out this paperwork before we can.”

nodding his head trevor walked into the cell before slumping down against the bench. “i guess i shouldn’t have wasted my call on somebody who was just going to hang up on me, huh?” he tried to joke, only it didn’t help him like he thought it would. office collins gave him a tight lipped smile before turning on his heels and walking back to his desk. leaving trevor to slowly let his eyes close as he tried to block out everything regarding the events of tonight, hoping it would being him some sort of comfort if he did so.

as the sun disappeared, and the moon slowly got higher in the sky griffin, as well as the entire zegras household, was beginning to wonder just what had happened to trevor. “has anybody seen trevor?” julie asked, there being just a touch of panic in her voice. “he never came home after getting the groceries.” both ava and griffin shrugged their shoulders not having a clue as to where their brother went, while gary looked up from his newspaper bewildered by his wifes previous statement. griffin caught ava’s gaze from above his phone as they shared a look of ‘oh maybe we should be good siblings and go look for him’ before either of them got out of their seats and one inched towards the front door, while the other towards the stairs.

“hey mom, i’m gonna go to nico’s and catch up with him. don’t wait up,” griffin all but yelled before he slipped out of the house without waiting for a reply. once in the safety of his car he opened his phone to the messages with his little sister praying that she had somewhat figured out trevor’s location.

god trevor’s actually sofucking stupid. he’s at the police station. good lucksoldier

groaning griffin threw his head back against the headrest, of course trevor was at the police station. it was only a matter of time until his drinking got him stuck in there. shooting ava a quick text he threw his phone down and sped out of their drive way towards the police station, only slightly worried about what trevor was waiting for him when he got there.

there sound of a soft knock on your door startled you mid swig of wine, your body jolting forward enough to cause the red liquid to swirl around in the glass bottle. when the knock was heard again you set the bottle down and padded across the hardwood floor to your bedroom door. taking a deep breath you steadied yourself before reaching towards the silver handle, praying only slightly that when you opened the door it would be trevor standing there to greet you. to explain to you how all of this was just a misunderstanding, and it was all going to work out for the better. only when you pulled the door open you were met with your father’s sullen face, his hands clasped in front of him. “i know you’ve already talked enough about this issue tonight, sweetheart,” he started, his tone soft yet firm. “and there’s probably next to nothing left to say, but that doesn’t change the fact that you are the key to this solution, whether you like it or not, and i think it’s time you own up to it.” your eyes fell downcast as you took in his words, knowing that what he said held nothing but undeniable truth. shuffling you moved out of the doorway enough for your father to walk through before closing the door behind him. he led the way over to your bed, sitting himself on the edge, waiting for you to make the next move.

taking a deep breath you sat down next to him, eyes glancing towards the bottle before you looked down at your hands. “if i’m the solution, where do i start?”

it had seemed as if hours had passed by in the time trevor had closed his eyes until he heard yelling coming from every direction. only when he opened his eyes and found a clock he realized it had only been nearly twenty minutes. groaning he slammed his head back against the wall, green eyes glancing around the cell to see there was two new additions, nate and matt. trevor offered an awkward half wave to the two boys, which they both returned. “‘m sorry i beat you guys up,” he then apologized with sincerity in his voice. “y/n, she just, she means a lot to me. i still really love her, you know?”

matt couldn’t believe what he had just heard from trevor zegras mouth: an apology. one that definitely wasn’t needed seeing as the three of them were purposefully trying to get a rise out of the poor guy. pushing him to see how far he would get before seeing red. glancing over towards nate, matt made the decision to speak next. “no apology needed man, i mean we said some fucked up shit,” he addmitted, finally starting to not fear having an opinion that was different from charlie’s. “none of which was true by the way. we all know y/n isn’t boring, or her dreams don’t suck. charlie’s just jealous that she’s actually going to do something with her life and he’s going to be living off his trustfund.”

laughter erupted from the three men in the cell, all having agreed that charlie had no future. as the laughter began to die down nate sighed before being to speak next, “look man, we’re the ones who should be sorry. you knew your limit and when to stop, but we just helped hold you down as charlie tried to beat the shit out of you. we deserved everything we got tonight.”

trevor just barely nodded his head to agree with them both, eyes once against scanning the police station trying to find charlie. his curiosity suddenly getting the better of him and wondering why he wasn’t currently in the cell with them. “so, where is charles?” he then asked, the question hanging in the air, pushing down against his chest. because depending on what was said his whole future could be at stake. sure officer collins and shandy said mr. henderson was going to drop the charges, but that didn’t mean charlie would still try something to throw trevor under the bus. he could feel his anxiety rise because of the stituation at hand once more, being to bite his nails while he waited for an answer.

griffin took his time while driving to the police station. mostly because he was nervous to see his big brother behind bars, but partly because he wanted trevor to think nobody was coming to help him. of course griffin knew how self destructive trevor had gotten since your break up, the entire family did, but griffin was the only one who knew how bad it had gotten. he also knew you were still reeling in different feelings towards the nhl center, as he and ava were both still in contact with you. sure, he may have resented you a little bit for what you did up and out of the blue to trevor, but he also knew you must have had a reason to do so, so he didn’t judge. that much. that’s why he had tried countless times to break his brother’s harmful habits, knowing trevor had no chance to win you back if he kept falling down this path he was currently on. that’s why he took the twenty minute route to a destination that was only five minutes away, he wanted this time in that cell to mean something to trevor. he wanted him to reflect on himself, his actions, and how much he still truly loved you, because if he loved you the way he says he does, he’d stop the drinking with or without you. he just hadn’t come to that self discovery yet.

your father reached over and grabbed your hands, “start by forgiving yourself, y/n.” his e/c eyes that matched your own bored into the side of your head, waiting for you to turn and meet his gaze. willing you to do so, even though it was in vain. your eyes remained rooted forward, staring at your now intertwined hands. “you’re guilt ridden, and your bones are heavy with the grief of the love you once had. forgive yourself for letting it go, as your mother said earlier, you’re only human. forgive yourself, then you can forgive trevor. then you can call him.”

“charlie’s, uh, he’s in the process of having a screaming match with his father in the chief’s office,” matt explained with a crooked smile. “his dad is pissed he started something. again. but otherwise everything’s all good and has been taken care of. matt and i are just waiting for our rides home, what about you, z?”

the question stuck with trevor, ‘what about you, z?’ well he didn’t know what about him. he wasted his phone call on you, you hung up on him, and now he was stuck in the cell until and officer could drive him home. god what a shit show that was going to be. shrugging his shoulders he tried to appear as if he was coming off as his normal easygoing self. “officer collins is going to drive me home, nobody answered when i called home.”

sighing griffin killed the engine of his car and forced himself up and out of his car. he knew it was wrong to let his big brother sit and rot in there as long as he did, but it felt good doing it. he kept his eyes down while walking through the front door, making his way right to the front desk. leaning over it he waited for either an officer or receptionist to come and speak to him about what he was doing here. he waited a good five minutes, slowly taking in his surroundings and trying to locate his brother, but that was proved to be invain as he couldn’t the eldest zegras sibling anywhere. “hi honey, i hope you weren’t waiting too long,” a sweet older woman smiled while sitting back in her seat. “now, what can i do for you?”

tears stung your eyes as you looked over at your father, “how is it possible to forgive myself when all i’ve been is a horrible person in the last three years?”

“i’m here to pick up trevor zegras.”

trevor’s head lulled backwards as he listened to both matt and nate talk back and forth about something he had lost interest in minutes ago. eyes closing as he tried to find some sort of peace, to try and calm his murky mind. he tried to not think of you and the events that got him to this point in his life, but he couldn’t help but focus on them. starting to feel ashamed of causing himself nothing but pain from drinking every time he came home to bedford. ashamed that he was alone. ashamed he had even the slightest hope you had still wanted him, but now he knew you surely wouldn’t want him after his drunken call tonight. he didn’t even want him right now. he let out a quiet groan to himself in order to not disturb nate and matt’s rambling discussion, wishing there was a way he could separate himself as a person. so he could be the person he was before your relationship again instead of the drunken shell of a man he used to be. and then, something happened that he hadn't expected. “mr. zegras, your ride is here.” his green eyes shot open, frantically looking around for a figure that somewhat resembles you, only he couldn’t see one. officer collins was staring back at him as the cell door opened for his release. “they’re waiting for you in the lobby where you can collect your personal belongings.”

without another word trevor scrambled to his feet and padded slowly towards the open cell, glancing back to give the two other boys a half wave as a forced goodbye before walking out. silently he followed behind the officer who had shown him nothing but kindness, through the station, taking mental notes of every person he passed praying that he would be met with your face at some point. you had to be here. you had to have changed your mind and decided to come and pick him up, otherwise how was he getting released? biting his lip he began to fidget with his fingers as officer collins opened the door to the front lobby, and what he thought would be his breath of relief turned into his worst nightmare as he came face-to-face with his younger brother. “you’re not y/n,” he breathed, voice raked with nothing but sadness. “how did - griffin?” he then asked, completely bewildered by his younger brothers presence. he knew he should’ve been grateful. he no longer had to wait out an unnnecassary stay in the prison cell, but he couldn't help the way his heartached inside his chest while meeting his brothers stoic expression as tears began to slid down his sunskissed cheeks. “y/n, she didn’t come. i thought-” he cut himself off by clearing his throat and reaching up to wipe away the tears before they fell faster than he could stop. “nevermind, it - it doesn’t matter. let’s go home griff.” and just like that he tried his hardest to bottle up his emotions once again. mind racing to think of the next time he could get his hands on a case of beer.

m/n l/n sat quietly outside of your closed bedroom door. ear pressed against the white wood as she silently cried to herself over the heartbreak and turmoil her only child was going through. the wooden door had muffled the sounds of your father’s quiet voice, but she could still hear the combination of guilt and melancholy that was spoken with every word as he tried to reassure you that you were worthy of self forgiveness. that you weren’t the horrible person you had thought you were. she also knew that while he words were directed at you, he was speaking to himself as well. because deep down she knew your father still held guilt for putting their relationship on pause, and thought because of his actions when he was your age, this was the world’s karma by creating a similar situation with his daughter. your mother could never truly understand the pain the both of you felt, which is why she sat outside your bedroom praying to herself that you would take your father’s advice to forgive yourself. praying that after all this time he would finally forgive himself.

“y/n,” your dad whispered with a broken smile, “i’m going to be completley honest with you sweetheart. while i don’t believe you’ve been a horrible person these past three years, i can’t give you the answers that you’re looking for.” your bloodshot e/c eyes snapped over to him within seconds. he squeezed your hands lovingly before he pulled his e/c away from your own. “i still haven’t figured out how to forgive myself for leaving your mother all those years ago. i wish i could help you the way that you need me now, but i - i don’t have the answers. because i don’t think-” he let out a solemn sigh before looking back over at you with tears in his own eyes. “i don’t think we would’ve found our way back to each other if it weren’t for that night in the emergency room. every time i tried to work up the courage to call her, i panicked. i wouldn’t allow myself to stop dwelling on the pain that i had caused her for that year apart from each other. the exact same thing you’re doing by not allowing trevor back into your live - because you can’t stop thinking about the pain you caused him. but sweetheart,” he explained with wisdom only a father would have, “this chance you have to let him back into your life? it may not come again, so it’s up to you to decide what you want to do with it before it’s too late. and you’ll know, deep down in that giant heart of yours, whether you love him enough to forgive yourself, or if you’re going to hold one mistake over your head for the rest of your life as it passes you by.”

you forced a laugh as you stared over at him and processed his tough love words. “if i knew you weren’t right i would be so mad at you right now, dad,” you confessed as you dropped your head against his shoulder. his own finding it’s place on top of yours. there was a long beat of silence before you decided to speak again. “i’m happy you were in the er that night, dad. you and mom are my idolization of love, and i just, if it hadn’t worked out for the two of you i wouldn’t have anything to believe in.”

this time a sad chuckle passed by his lips before he pressed a kiss against the top of your head, “kid, if it didn’t work out for your mom and me, my greatest blessing in life wouldn’t be sitting right here next to me.”

the silence was louder than any music that girffin could’ve been chosen to play. trevor was turned to face away from his younger brother, head pressed against the glass window once again. his sliding down against it while he tried to hide his face. “so,” griffin finally worked the courage to speak, “do you want to tell me what happened that you ended up in prison and were expecting y/n to pick you up?”

taking a breath trevor turned to face his fears which were currently in the form of explaining his downfalls to his younger brother. “it’s a long story, griff,” he whispered, reaching up to wipe away his tears once again. “one we don’t have the time for, and i’m not ready to relive.”

scoffing griffin pulled the car over on the side of the road. “we have nothing but time, trevor!” he yelled, voice cracking as he did so. “now, i deserve an explanation as to why ava and i had to go and pick up the groceries from the middle of a parking lot. an explanation on why you ended up in prison! why you’re nose is broken, and your knuckles are beaten to shit. please, trevor, i’m your little brother, and i’m scared.” that’s when the tears started to fall down his own cheeks. “you’re scaring me. you’re scaring ava. mom, dad. so at the very least, i deserve an explanation. because three years ago you weren’t the only person who lost y/n. i lost her too. we all lost her. what we didn’t expect was losing you too.”

the silence was so loud that both trevor and griffin heard the sound of trevor’s heart shattering into the pit of his stomach.

“you’re right,” trevor cried while meeting his brother’s stare for the first time since getting in the car. “you guys lost y/n, just like i did, and you didn’t deserve to watch me fall apart as you have for the past three summers.” his mouth went dry as he thought of what he could possibly say next, and what his brother needed to hear in order to correct his mistakes. “but you have, and it isn’t fair. none of this is fair, because life - life like to fucking kick your ass. so i’ll tell you, but only you, griff. you can’t go running to tell ava, or mom, or dad. only you.”

the younger brother nodded his head instantly, forcing himself to stop crying to be strong for his brother. “start wherever, i’m listening, trev.”

taking a deep breath trevor steadied his nerves and started his story with the end. “i gave y/n’s name as my emergency call.”

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taking a deep breath you could feel as your world began to spiral out once again like it had two nights prior. since you’d hung up on trevor, you had listened to your father’s advice and taken the past two days to think about things once more. to see them in a different light despite how much your head told you it was wrong, in your heart you knew it was time. so after listening to his voicemail one more time, you had made up your mind. it was second nature as you started to dial his phone number, not wasting time to find his nameless contact.

picking at your nails you waited anxiously as the dial tone played in your ears.

it went through once.

then twice.

finally, a third time before your call was connected.

and with a shaky breath, you breathed out his name for both you to hear. “trevor?”

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princessbrunette · 4 months

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boarding school by ldr is sooo rafe 💗

kook!reader who just moved back to the obx after her parents moved bc of work, not remembering the Camerons too well but all of her friends are like “rafe this, rafe that..” so ofc she has to see what the hypes all about !!

but!!! getting sososoo disappointed when she’s at a party and he’s all pissy and rude to everyone ! rafe is all heart eyes for her, but she keeps shrugging him off 🙈🫶🏽

cute! 🌸

just watching him in action, seeing the way he interacts with others was enough for you. you’d come to this party to sit back and observe, figure out what all the hype was about — but it seemed all the buzz had been generated over just another stuck up Kook. it was guys like him that gave you all a bad name.

he was rude, not just to guys but to girls too— shrugging them off and sipping his drink when they tried to make a move. it was odd, really. he was gorgeous, you had to admit. but his personality was less than favourable, and your curiosity quickly faded, deciding to just enjoy your night with your friends instead.

you felt his presence next to you before you saw him, saw the colour of his shirt in your peripheral vision looming over you as you pour yourself another drink at the drinks table, eyes lasered in on the red solo cup in your hand making sure not to spill any liquor from the bottle. you mentally prepare yourself to remain composed and dignified, waiting for him to tell you to get the hell out of his way like he did the last person who dared stand where he wanted to stand.

“hi.” he calls over the music instead. you think you must have misheard him, so you ignore it all together. but he leans forward and speaks again. “i feel like i know you from somewhere.”

you turn and look up at him, heart thumping a little and he’s smiling. years are taken off his face when he grins, maybe that’s why he doesn’t do it much— less manly and more boyish. it’s almost sweet, and you would have probably fell for it if you hadn’t been watching him earlier.

“me?” you ask, all wide eyed and it makes him chuckle, nodding. god, he really had an intense stare— like seriously, his eyes haven’t moved from your face since the beginning of this interaction.

“yeah. you.” he surveys you for a moment. “what are you drinking?”

you ignore his question and raise an eyebrow, observing him right back. “you said you know me from somewhere?”

he shifts on his feet, eager and almost skittish like he wants to reach out and touch you or something. rafe briefly stuffs his hands in his pockets instead, so different from the guy you’d been watching all night to the point where you were starting to wonder if he had a twin.

“well yeah. ‘remember faces, y’know?” his lightly brings his finger to his temple in gesture. “uh i— aha,” he cuts himself off with a chuckle, leaning in a little. “i don’t forget the pretty ones.”

you panic a little, because well — it’s rafe cameron, coming onto you, and quite frankly he scares you. so you stare up at him a little dumbly, bottom lip tucked between your teeth before clasping your cup in both hands nervously.

“i dont — i uh— have to go back to my friends now.” you’re meek and it pains you, but you scurry off anyway, barely glancing back. you’d think that would have totally weirded him out, and hoped maybe it was enough to get him to leave you alone — but you couldn’t be more wrong, if anything he was encouraged.

you were constantly reminded of his poor treatment towards others because he stayed near you the whole night, mouthing off about pogues or telling randoms to ‘get the fuck out of his way’ all whilst following you around like a dumb, lovesick puppy. you ignored him at best, brushed him off when he gently took your arm and offered to join a game of suck and blow with you, or even beer pong. each time you rejected him, the more determined he was.

a while later, he gently grabs your arm again and you sigh loudly — sick of his chasing.

“hey i— i just wanna get to know you, a’ight? i’m not a bad guy.” his eyes are a little wide, watery from drinks and whatever else. it rings alarm bells in your head but you stare up at him regardless. maybe it was the drink that had you moving slower.

“you… you are a bad guy! you’re not nice!” it comes out childishly and you hate that for you, even pouting in frustration which makes the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. he thought you were the cutest thing ever, and he had to have you.

“so you’re tellin’ me… all i gotta do is start treating these nobodies nice and you’ll give me a chance?” he raises his eyebrows, ducking his head a little hopefully. you wanna slap him, tell him no and that you see through his little act. but… there’s something charming about him. something that’s drawing you in. what was it about rafe cameron that had everyone up in arms?

“its… definitely a start.” you cross your arms over yourself, sulking. he huffs out a relieved smile, running his fingers over his chin as he stares off, nodding.

“yeah i… i can do that.” he agrees and you stare at him expectedly, putting your wall back up.

“okay… are we done now? can i enjoy my night?” you sass, and he nods, holding his arm out to gesture to the doorway to the room everyone else was in.

“after you.” he drawls, watching you pass him. his eyes don’t leave the back of you, deadset on winning you over— and rafe always gets what he wants.

#anon #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron blurb

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co-sharkie · 1 month

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The Doctor is In!

Grayson Waller x F! Reader; Austin Theory x F! Reader; Logan Paul x F! Reader

Summary: The boys can’t help but act like they’re hurt so they can see the team medic.

Notes: this ended up longer than I expected lol my bad

Michin was hanging out backstage with you, chatting about the club you were hoping to go to in the next city. You were the main medical professional of Smackdown. Whenever a superstar felt a little out of it, they would go to you.

One of the women you were closest with was Michin. You two always tried to hang out after shows or even just during travel. She also noticed a few boys that couldn’t keep their eyes off of you.

“Medic! Hey!” Logan Paul limped towards you, calling out. He hovered a hand over his knee.

You guided him to a nearby chair so he could rest his knee. “What happened?”

“After my win, my knee just started hurting. Makes it kinda hard to walk.” He dryly laughed. You ignored his boasting. He always tries to tell you about his victories when he sees you.

And yet somehow, he always ends up ‘injured’. “Did you land on it weird at all?”

“Uh… no.”

“Hm. That’s odd. Normally knees don’t just start hurting to the point where you can’t walk on it. Unless it’s something really bad…”

Logan gulped. “Like… what do you mean really bad?”

“It could be a multitude of things. But since you often come to me with knee problems, I’m think it might be bursitis.”

Logan looked at his knee that he held in both hands. Then to you, who looked awfully concerned. Then back to his knee. “What’s the cure for bur–bursitis?”

“I hate to tell you this, Logan.” You sighed. “Sometimes the only known cure to this is amputation. And with how common it is for you, I think it’s past the point of a standard household cures.”

Logan quickly stood up. “Wow, look at that! I’m no longer feeling a ton of pain!” He laughed and kicked his ‘hurt’ leg out. “You’re so great at your job, you know that?”

You smiled and waved him off. Michin watched with her arms crossed. She found the boys hilarious.

“I should really get going, I think I had a backstage interview scheduled soon. Thanks so much for fixing me up, though!” Logan quickly skittered off.

Michin chucked at the sight of the man running off with his tail between his legs. “What a joke.”

“Awe, play nice, Michin. Some people just want to see their favorite medic.”

—

The following week, it was Austin Theory who came to you, complaining about his back. With his ring gear, it was much easier to see his back than it was to see Logan’s knee.

“Hold still, let me check it out.” You said. Austin stood in the makeshift medical room, allowing you to inspect his back.

“Tell me if anything hurts.” You pressed on the muscles of his back, feeling for any abnormalities.

Austin was relaxed under your touch. He always felt calm in your presence. “I heard Logan stopped by.”

“Last week, yeah. Said his knee was hurting again.”

“You are aware he’s faking it, right?” Austin asked.

“Well aware. Told him last time that we might need to amputate his leg.” Austin laughed with you. He wished he could’ve seen the social media star’s face at that moment.

You finished inspecting Austin, and decided nothing horrible was wrong with him. “I think you just took a rough bump. You might have a bit of a bruise, but nothing extreme. You want some painkillers?”

He nodded and you grabbed a bottle from your bag. You shook the bottle over his hand to let a few pills fall. “If you’re still in pain by next Tuesday, let me know.”

“You got it, doc.” He smiled and left the medical room.

—

Michin met you later that night, asking you about how your work was going and asking if you’d watch her match tonight. “So long as no one comes to me with a traumatic injury, of course I’ll be watching!”

Michin smiled. “Glad you can see me kick ass!” You two laughed together.

Grayson Waller came walking into the medical room. He held his bicep as if it hurt. “Hey, (Y/N). Mind checking me out?”

You sighed and shared a look with Michin. Grayson, just like Logan, always came to you with a fake injury. “I’m gonna go get ready for my match. I’ll see you later, boo.” Michin said.

“See ya, Mi!” You waved to her as she left. Turning to Grayson, you notice he didn’t have his hand on his arm anymore. “What seems to be the issue, Waller?”

Grayson hopped up on the examination table. “What happened to calling me ‘Gray’?” He frowned. “I liked that.”

“Oh, y’know. Just trying to be professional with my patient.” You walked up to stand next to the arm you assumed was hurting. “Now what hurts?”

Grayson pointed at his left bicep. “This.”

“Where at on ‘this’?”

“No need to know the specifics, doc. I already know the remedy.” He grinned.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that.”

“You could kiss it better.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not kissing your bicep, Gray.”

He threw his head back and groaned. “Why not! What if I said it was my lips that hurt, then would you?”

“No.”

“Cheek?”

“No.”

“Forehead?”

“No. I’d think you’d have a concussion, though.”

Grayson pouted. “Does your arm actually hurt or did you just come to flirt with me?”

“It doesn’t actually hurt…”

You pat his should in reassurance. “Gray, it’s ok to talk to me without faking an injury. You can just find me backstage or text me.”

“But you’re always busy!”

There was a knock on the door to medical. You called for the guest to come in. Kevin Owens opened the door. As he walked in, he noticed Grayson sitting on the examination table.

Kevin groaned and turned around, about to walk away. “Kevin, you’re fine to come in. Grayson was just on his way out, weren’t you, Gray?”

“What, no I–” you gently pushed on his back to urge him off the table. Grayson forced himself off the table and sluggishly walked towards the door. He gave you one last pouty look before leaving.

Kevin glared at Grayson as he left. “I just needed something for a headache, but it looks like you already got rid of the cause.”

—

“You got to be careful with those sells, Austin.” You were massaging the back of Austin’s neck. He came to you saying it was sore. “If you hold a position on your neck like that for too long, it could do some serious damage.”

He leaned into your touch. “Yeah, but at least I can come see you.” He smirked.

“You want to be able to turn your neck, don’t you?” His smirk fell.

The door to medical opened abruptly. “Medic! I think I broke my–what are you doing?” Logan Paul stood in the doorway, stunned by what he walked in on.

“What’s wrong?” You asked Logan. You stopped your work on Austin’s neck.

“Why were you touching him like that?” Logan pointed at Austin as he stared at you.

You walked over to Logan. “Don’t worry about that, what do you think you broke?”

“I didn’t break anything, but I’m about to break his face!” Logan held his finger up, indicating he wanted a fight with Austin.

Austin stood up for defense. “Woah, boys! Hold on!” You quickly got between them and held your arms out, trying to make distance between them.

“Logan, relax. Austin, sit down please.” You tried to mediate the situation as the boys argued with each other. Both towering over you, so you could do little to stop them if they did decide to fight.

Once again, the door to medical flung open. Grayson came stumbling in to the situation, not an idea what’s going on. He looked at each of the boys, who ignored his appearance and continued to argue, before looking at you in the middle.

“What’s going on?” He asked. His concern evident.

You ran out from between the boys and stood next to Grayson. Luckily, neither of them advanced towards one another.

“I was massaging Austin’s neck because it was sore and he wanted help, then Logan came in saying he thinks he broke something but he took this out of proportion and now they look like they’re going to take each other’s heads off and I’m not experienced in sewing bodies back together, please do something!”

Grayson tried to keep up with what you were saying due to the speed that you got everything out in.

Grayson stepped up near the boys, putting a hand of each of their shoulder’s. “Listen, boys. We can all get a massage from (Y/N) as long as we don’t argue.”

“Grayson, that’s not what I meant by fixing it!”

Logan looked between everyone. “Are you kidding me? This is the woman I’ve been trying to court for so long and you just think you can walk in here and act like she’s yours?”

“And she’s yours?” Austin reacted offended. “I was here first, if anyone is taking her out it’s me!”

“Mates, I respect you and all, but clearly I’m her favorite.” Grayson said to the boys. “Isn’t that right, (Y/N).”

All three boys turned to look at you but recoiled when you looked furious. “All of you disappoint me. I am not an object, so don’t talk about me like I am one!”

You stormed towards the door. “None of you will be getting any date from me, and if you have any medical issues, find someone else!”

The door slammed behind you.

—

The strong arms of Michin wrapped around you as you cried into her shoulder. She rubbed your back soothingly, not minding the tears that wet her shirt.

“And to think I felt somewhat attracted to any of them!” Your voice was raspy and you ranted. “Then they just go around, thinking I’m some sort of object! I had no problem with the flirting and the faking injuries and all, but…”

“Shh.” Michin shushed you. “Just breathe, boo. Don’t even think about them.”

You took in deep breaths. “It’s so hard not to when I stared to fall for them.”

Tiffany Stratton came in with a hand full of snacks. “I got your favorites, babe! Come eat instead of crying over boys!”

You smiled and let Michin guide you to the futon of the hotel room. Tiffany set up a drink for you and dumped a bunch of chips on a paper plate.

Both girls sat on either side of you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You three snacked on chips and talked about everything but boys. These two girls were your life line, and you couldn’t help but love them for all they do for you.

—

Sitting in medical, you decided to organize your bag of supplies as the current match played in the background. It was the week after you snapped at the boys. Tiffany and Michin ensured you were well taken care of on the travel to the next stadium. Keeping you company with food, movies, date nights and parties.

Your counting of supplies was interrupted by a knock on the door. You zipped up your bag and called for the guest outside the door to come in.

Turning around on your stool, you frowned at the face that came through the door. Logan shifted into the room. He held a bouquet of flowers and a small teddy bear.

“Hey…” Logan started. “I wanted to come see you and apologize. For last week.”

“Apology not accepted, please leave.” You turned back around to the desk located in the medical room.

“Wait, I didn’t even get to say my speech–”

“Are you hurt?”

“No…”

“Then leave. I’m not happy with you right now.”

Logan sighed and ran a hand through his messy blond hair. “Yeah, I know that. That’s why I got you these and rehearsed an entire speech to say sorry.”

Logan walked up next to the table. He set the flowers down and put the teddy bear in front of you. “Can you please hear me out? Just for a minute?”

“You have exactly 60 seconds. Don’t waste your time.” You looked at your watch.

“Ok! I know what I, and the other guys, said was unacceptable. I shouldn’t have snapped at you, or at Austin. And I’m sorry for doing that.” Logan took a seat during his talk. “I’m really sorry for making you feel like you weren’t even a person, (Y/N). I really am.”

You continued to stare at your watch. Logan took that as an indicator he still had time. “Ever since I joined WWE, I’ve been basically just entranced by you. You’re incredible and if you’d let me, I’d love to take you out on a date sometime.”

You put your hand down on the table. The teddy bear a mere few inches from your fingers. You still did not look at Logan.

“I’ll accept your apology for now. But that doesn’t mean you can take me out. Just because you apologized, doesn’t mean I fully forgive you.”

Logan held a big smile when you looked at him next. “That’s totally understandable. Thank you for hearing me out, (Y/N).”

Logan stood up and made his way to the door. Before leaving, he stopped and had one last question for you. “This means I can come see you about injuries, right?”

You dramatically sighed. “I suppose.”

Logan fist bumped the air, then left the room and gently shut the door behind him. You laughed. While he did upset you quite a bit, he at least tried to make it up to you.

—

The night trailed on. No one came to you for an injuries and it gave you plenty of time to think. The teddy bear and bouquet still sat at the table, a constant reminder of Logan’s advances.

It wasn’t until the end of the night, after the show was wrapping up, did someone come see you. Grayson gently opened the door with a to go container from catering.

You tried to ignore his presence but he came up to the table you still sat at. “I brought you some stuff from catering.” He said as he placed the box in front of you. He pulled some packaged plastic silverware from his sweatshirt pocket and put it on top of the box. “Figured you haven’t eaten yet.”

You sighed. “Is this your way of apologizing?”

“…maybe.” He clasped his hands in front of himself awkwardly. “I’m not the best at saying sorry, but I am.”

Your silence gave him permission to continue. “I’m sorry for giving you a hard time. You’re one of the most amazing people I know and I don’t like you being mad at me.”

“If you don’t like me being mad, then why did you make me mad?” Grayson couldn’t come up with an answer. “You put all the spotlight on me during your stupid argument with those two. Do you not understand how uncomfortable that was?”

“It was stupid of me, I know. And I’m really sorry.” Grayson’s tone made it sound like even he was upset with himself. “I completely get it if you don’t forgive me, but I want you to know that I am really sorry.”

You finally looked at him. His eyes showing remorse for what he did, a frown upon his lips. “I’m not going to say I forgive you just yet. But I do appreciate the apology.”

Grayson smiled. “That’s ok, I get if you want more time to think about it and stuff. I’ll still be around.”

“I’ll come find you when I’m ready to forgive you.” Grayson’s mood was now uplifted.

“I never got you a drink!” He finally realized. “I’ll go grab you one.”

Grayson made his way towards the door and as he backed out to the backstage area, he said one last thing to you. “By the way, (Y/N), I’ll always wait for you.”

—

It wasn’t until the following week that Austin apologized to you. He waited until after the show, late into the night. He knocked on your hotel room door right as you were about to crawl into bed.

You were upset that someone had come to interrupt your night, and it didn’t make it any better when you opened the door and saw Austin. “What do you want?” You rather grumpily asked.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

You rolled your eyes. “Are you trying to apologize?” He nodded.

Sighing, you opened the door wider, motioning him to come in. “Fine, but make it quick, please. I was about to go to bed.”

“I will, don’t worry.” He smiled. He made his way into the hotel room, taking a seat on the chair located across the bed. You sat on the edge of the bed in your pajamas.

“I’m really sorry for what I said. I shouldn’t have said it, and I really didn’t mean it.” His words came out fast. It was almost hard for you to follow. “I know you are not an object and I’m so sorry for making you think you were.”

You stared at Austin, still a little disgruntled. “Why did you wait so long?”

“I wanted to give you time and space. I figured you probably wouldn’t want to see me for a while.” He played with his thumbs as he sat there, under your harsh gaze. “I also knew that Logan and Grayson went to see you last Friday night. Didn’t want to make you listen to all of us the same night.”

You fell back on the bed. “Austin. You were the only one of you three to come see me about a legitimate concern. I expected you of all people to handle that situation maturely.”

Austin shifted in his seat. Staring at the ground never felt so comforting.

“And yet you try to start a fight with Logan.”

“He started it–”

“You’re not helping your case.” You sat back up to face Austin. He looked up to meet your gaze.

“Sorry. I’m just really sorry about this whole thing.” Austin apologized. “You mean the world to me and I really hope you can come to accept me again.”

“Just like I told the other two…” you started. “I accept your apology, but I will not forgive you yet.”

He nodded in understanding.

“You three really upset me with your words and actions. But I am happy you all came to properly apologize to me.”

Austin gave you a faint, soft smile. “It doesn’t matter how long it takes for you to forgive me, I just hope you do.”

“Trust me, Austin. You’ll know if I don’t.” You stood up, making your way to the head of the bed. “Now get out of here so I can go to bed.”

Austin quickly got up from the chair and trotted to the door. “Yes, ma’am!”

—

It was the night before Smackdown. You were getting ready to go out with the girls for some fun in the city. Your phone dinged from a text.

Logan 6:50pm

Hey (Y/N)! What are you up to tonight?

You smiled. Ever since Logan has apologized to you, he’s done a lot better. He only comes to you to talk (flirt) or when he is seriously feeling rough after a match.

(Y/N) 6:51pm

About to head out with the girls. What’s up?

Logan 6:51pm

Just wondering if you would be down to go out Saturday night. Just you and me.

You have been seriously contemplating your relationship with the three boys lately. Their apologies still rang fresh in your ears. The sincerity from all of them was enough to make you forgive them on the spot. But you didn’t.

(Y/N) 6:53pm

Let me think about that. I’ll have an answer for you tomorrow after the show. That work?

Logan 6:53pm

That’s perfect! See you tomorrow ;)

—

You slipped off your shoes when you got back to the hotel room. It was just after midnight when you got back. You were exhausted and about to go to sleep in your clothes.

You finally turned on your phone after ignoring it for a few hours. There were a few notifications.

Austin 8:30pm

Hey, I’ve been thinking about things for a while and I wanted to talk with you. Do you have time to call?

Austin 9:13pm

Gray said you went out with the girls. Give me a call when you can?

Grayson 9:45pm

having fun? i saw michin’s instagram post

Grayson 9:49pm

btw you looked really beautiful

Grayson 9:51pm

you always look beautiful but purple just looks really good on you

Grayson 10:03pm

we should hang out some time? i know a really good restaurant around here

Too exhausted, you turned off your phone and crawled into the new bedding recently placed on the hotel bed. The fresh, clean sheets sending you right to sleep.

—

When you woke up, the sun shone through the sliding balcony door. You forgot to close the blinds before leaving last night. You rolled over to check the time on your phone. The notifications from the night prior still on the Lock Screen.

You rubbed your eyes at the intense brightness of your phone. Unlocking it, you ordenes your text messages.

(Y/N) 10:42am

Sorry, got carried away last night. Did you still want to call?

Austin 10:44am

Yeah. That’d be great. I take it you just woke up?

(Y/N) 10:45am

Yeah lol

Austin 10:45am

Don’t worry about calling me yet then. I’ll let you wake up first :) call me later!

(Y/N) 10:46am

You’ll be hearing from me soon then :)

You took your phone and rolled over to face the window. The sun shone brightly into the room, reminding you that it was morning. You closed out of Austin’s chat and opened up Grayson’s.

You smiled at his text messages. He tended to have a hard time complimenting other people.

(Y/N) 10:51am

Thanks Gray <3

(Y/N) 10:51am

What restaurant are you talking about? I might be interested…

Not waiting for a reply, you set your phone down and went to start the shower.

—

You finished up in the bathroom then made you way back to your phone. You wanted to call Austin, but Grayson’s messages popped up.

Grayson 10:54am

welcome back to the land of the living lol

Grayson 10:55am

the place i know is korean bbq

Grayson 10:55am

but i also know a place that has some really good pizza if youre interested in that

(Y/N) 12:01am

Both sound pretty great! Did you want to go this weekend? We can invite Austin.

Grayson 12:03am

i was hoping it could just be us?

(Y/N) 12:04am

You make it sound like it would be a date……..

Grayson 12:04am

kinda the plan lol

Grayson 12:05am

i been hoping to ask you out for a while now

You took a deep breath. Two boys asked you out for this weekend. And you were sure when you call Austin it would be three.

While you knew these boys flirted with you a lot, you never thought it would get to the point when they would actually ask you out on dates.

You clicked on Austin’s contact and pressed the call icon. The phone rang twice before Austin picked up.

“Hey!” He seemed elated that you called him.

“Hey Austin. Sorry for not calling you sooner. Just had one hell of a night.”

Austin’s laugh met your ears. “No, don’t be sorry. I saw Michin’s posts. You looked like you were having a ton of fun.”

“It was a lot of fun…” you trailed off. “So, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

“Oh.. uh..” Austin seemed to immediately get nervous. “I wanted to just let you know something.”

“I’ve been holding it in for a while, but after feeling like I almost lost you, I’m ready to officially tell you.”

You stayed silent at his pause. Your silence made Austin feel more nervous, but he swallowed back the fear.

“(Y/N), I’ve been basically in love with you since you first helped me. Since you helped me with my busted knee, I’ve been attached to you.” Austin sputtered out. “And I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I want to just shoot my shot.”

Austin took a deep breath. “Will you go on a date with me, (Y/N)?”

You stared at yourself in the mirror that hung above the dresser in the hotel room. You met your own eyes as you thought about how to answer this question.

“Austin, I-”

“You don’t have to answer now if you don’t want to.” Austin said in an attempt to comfort you. “I can wait however long you need.”

“Yeah, just give me a little bit to think this over.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll see you tonight, though. Bye, Austin.” You exchanged goodbyes before you hung up. You fell back on the bed.

The phone that was once resting beside you was now at your ear as you made another phone call. This time, to Michin for advice.

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Petrichor Chapter 16 Teaser - Full Chapter coming 01/10

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader (little bit of fwb) Teaser Words: 1,994 Chapter Warnings: Swearing, angst, gunshot wound, blood, hurt/comfort, fluff, reader has an entire mental breakdown, mild panic attack (Jason) Summary: ❝Pylades: I’ll take care of you. Orestes: It’s rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.❞ Gotham is home, not just for Jason but for you, too. And now that you’re both finally back home, together, you’re ready to see where this next chapter brings the two of you. He’s your best friend and you’re his. And you both might want a little something more with being back home, the place you both feel most comfortable. Surely, nothing could possibly go wrong now. A/N: I hope you guys had a good time over the holidays/last of December!! You can add yourself to the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary and turn on notifications if you prefer that!! I love feedback, I swear it keeps me posting on a weekly basis 😭

Jason is stuck pacing back and forth in the room he’s calling a bedroom now. Worry has taken every part of him as his hand grips his phone like a vice. It’s been hours. He hasn��t heard from you or Dick or Gar. He hasn’t heard from anyone and he’s tried calling you seven times. But, your phone is off and your phone is never off. That is the one thing about you, your phone will never be off unless there is a reason for it and being hurt isn’t a good reason. Not to you. The only time your phone even dies is…never. Jason thinks about it and he doesn’t think you've let your phone even reach 20% in the entire time you’ve known each other. He thinks it’s probably so someone can always find you and you can always call for help because you're almost paranoid about it dying. Your phone doesn’t die.

That leaves Jason thinking the worst of the worst. If your phone is off, that means it has to be dead or you shut it off for some reason but that’s uncharacteristic of you. So, he thinks maybe it did die and if it died, that’s because you didn’t charge it. If you didn’t charge your phone, it’s because you were physically incapable of charging it. What if something really bad happened? What if you were shot somewhere else? Jason knows Crane wanted you taken care of, maybe he shot you twice but you're really good at hiding your pain when you need to. Adrenaline probably kicked in and shock, you were scared for Tim. Maybe you didn’t realize how bad it was. What if there was a complication of some sort and something bad happened?

Jason’s mouth starts to water as his eyes burn. His brows pinch together hard as his teeth grind so hard his jaw starts to ache. He was brought back. But, a part of him really hates that he was. Would you want to be brought back? If you died, would you want to be brought back like him? Jason comes to a stop, trying to steady his own breathing as his leg aches and burns. The scars on his chest feel like he’s being cut open again. What if you don’t want to be brought back but Jason did anyway? What if you did, and he does nothing?

What if you did die?

If you did die…Gar would call him, right?

Gar would definitely call, Jason assures himself. Gar would call immediately if something were happening. He has the number now and Jason’s ringer is on with the vibration set to strong. He has no missed calls but he’s certain Gar would call. If not, he would have called Molly and Molly would have found a way to call Jason. If you were dead, one of them would call him.

And then Jason swallows his own heartbeat as his phone starts ringing.

Gar.

“Hey.” Jason clears his throat, trying to keep himself together as he tries to prepare himself for the worst news he’ll ever get.

“Is she there?” Gar asks and Jason can hear the worry etched in his voice.

“Uh…no?” Jason questions and he’s not sure if he should be relieved or panicked with Gar not knowing where you are. At least he's not calling to tell Jason you're dead but that does now rule out you bleeding out in a ditch somewhere. “I told her to go with you.”

Gar sighs on the end, running a hand through his hair. “She took off. I thought maybe she went to find you but she was hurt and she’s not answering her phone. Molly hasn’t heard from her either.”

Jason already figured you wouldn't go to Molly. If you went to Molly, she would worry, give you a look you don't like, and you'd run away again anyway. The last thing you'd want to do is drag Molly into it further. But, Jason really hoped you'd have listened for once and just went with Gar. Or at least sent a text to one of them to let them know you're okay or not.

“She hasn’t been around.” Jason keeps his voice quiet and he looks around his room as if the answer is going to be written on the walls.

“Uh…hey, I know this…might not be what it’s for, but can you track her? She was shot and we’re all really worried.” Gar's voice is hesitant as he scrunches his nose, hating the idea of having Jason do it. It feels like an invasion of privacy, especially Gar being the one to ask but it's a last-ditch effort.

Of course, Jason's been thinking about it. But, something in him can't get himself to do it. On the small chance you did shut your phone off, that means you don't want to be found. Jason can't overstep, he can't intrude on you. Even if he is desperately wanting to because you could be dead. He thought maybe he'd give you twenty more minutes and then he'd just do it anyway.

“Have you looked for her?” Jason asks, eying his tablet you left out.

“No, I called you first.” Gar admits. Honestly, Gar doesn't even know where to look but he knew Jason would.

With no one out looking for you, maybe they don't have to track you and possibly invade your privacy. If you're just blowing off steam or punishing yourself, Jason knows exactly where you'll be. He figures, if him, Gar, and Molly can't find you within an hour, checking all of your spots, he'll use the tracker.

“Okay, you and Molly go look for her at her usual spots. Molly’ll know ‘em and I’ll check a few others. If we don’t find her in an hour, I’ll track her.” Jason nods his head on the other end.

“Do you think we’ll actually find her? I mean you know how she is.” Gar isn't trying to be pessimistic but it's been hours and he thought for sure, you would be with Jason.

Jason can feel the panic attack starting to course through his blood. His heart is racing and his hands are growing clammy and he’s getting unreasonably angry. It is not Gar’s fault because even on a good day, getting you to listen is like pulling fucking teeth, especially when it has to do with taking care of yourself. Jason knows this better than anyone but he’s mad anyway and he knows it’s the panic attack. You were fucking shot and he took off so he’s mad at himself for listening. And he’s mad that you were shot and Gar didn’t stop you. He can turn into a fucking tiger for fuck’s sake, couldn’t he have turned into a tiger to stop you? Tackled you to the ground and pinned you there, dragged you to the manor kicking and screaming if that’s what he had to do. You were shot and maybe you're dead now and he didn’t help. And Jason didn’t fucking help.

“Fuck! Gar, then you should have fucking followed her!” Jason snaps and immediately feels bad about it but any part of him that should apologize is washed over with guilt and regret and more anger. “Just go fucking look for her with Molly and I’ll look other places.” Jason grabs his coat from the bed and heads for the door.

“Where should we start?” Gar is quiet on the other end.

“The zoo.” Jason spits right back without even thinking. “Start there, then the harbor and I’ll--” Jason cuts himself off as he swings the door open, seeing you right in front of him with bloodshot eyes and blood-stained clothes and hands.

Gotham never sleeps. It never stalls. Everything is always moving, always loud. There is always something going on, people always going from one spot to the next in their lives. In some ways, it’s a little comforting. A reminder that you are here. You are here and alive like all of the people you passed on your walk here living their own lives. On the other hand, you wish it were quiet sometimes. You wish it were quiet sometimes because everything seems too much sometimes and your skin crawls while your heart feels like it’s going to beat out your chest. Your head spins and everything feels too much. But, it was quiet in the basement. It was quiet in the tower before you were attacked. It was quiet in the tunnels. It was quiet when you found Jason. It was quiet when Tim was shot. Maybe quiet is the surrounding air grieving for the mess fate’s created.

So, you stand in Jason's doorway because quiet with him, alive and breathing, has always been the safest place to be. You stand weakly, haunted by everything that's happened as the very idea of existing physically pains the deepest parts of your heart.

It’s hard to go through the same shit all the time. You're just supposed to be fine with it. It’s happened before and you got over it, so you can get over it again, right? At some point, someone reaches the end of their rope and you think you might be there. It is the same pain over and over again and it never gets any easier. Time passes and it all just hurts anyway. People say time heals everything but you don’t think that’s true because you think about her mom dying and it’s like the wind’s been kicked from your chest all over again. You remember Jason’s body and it’s like she’s being waterboarded. Time doesn’t heal anything. It’s not even like you're used to it. You were jus traumatized and avoid thinking about everything so it doesn’t fucking hurt so much. But, even that’s just exhausting. Existing is hard and tiring and painful.

Maybe you're just tired of being in pain.

Your bottom lip starts to quiver and you always felt safest with him. Even from your own thoughts. You never felt too much pain around him. He always knows exactly what to do and it’s all too much right now. Being alone doesn’t work anymore. So, you stare up at him as Jason’s brows pull together with a cross between worry and relief.

“Jason?” Gar calls. “You there?” Gar asks.

“I got her.” Jason says. “She’s here. I’ll call you later.” Jason says quickly before hanging up. “Hey.” Jason’s voice is soft and careful, noticing you're not making eye contact with him.

You walk the couple of feet up to him as Jason keeps his stance, almost ready to do whatever you’ll need. And all you do is lean forward and rest your forehead against his chest. Jason lets out a breath and you're able to pull one in for the first time. Jason rests his hand on your back, rubbing up and down slowly as he hears you sniffle against him.

“Gar was calling in a search party. Where the fuck were you?” Jason asks and he should have some sort of bite in his voice but he’s too worried and too relieved.

You look back up to him and shake your head. “Walking. I couldn’t-I couldn’t…do it.” Your jaw squares as you try to hold back your own tears. “S-sorry..I-I didn’t mean to…to, uh, worry you guys. I-I just…just couldn’t.”

Jason nods with understanding, looking you over and it doesn’t look like you took care of the gunshot wound. Your clothes are soaked and your hair is an utter mess. There’s blood on your face and swears your cheeks are stained with tears and you actually look cold.

Jason rests his hand on your cheek and you finally meet his eyes. “You alright?” Jason asks softly.

“Hurts.” You mutter and his hand almost feels like it’s burning your cheek. He’s so warm.

“The gunshot?” Jason questions, almost afraid of the answer.

“Everything.” You answer weakly with defeat.

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In Sickness and Secondhand Embarrassment

seungcheol x reader

summary: what’s the best part of a terrible date? the end. that is, until a roommate catches covid and you’re forced to stay together

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing, food, SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT

wc: 5.3k

a/n: hello!!!! this is kinda based more on pandemic protocol from a year ago so it’s not quite the same as the current experience, but also covid is still very real!! anyways if you don’t enjoy second hand embarrassment don’t read.. I need to stop writing kiss scenes 😭

Seungcheol’s shoulder brushes against yours again. He isn’t doing it on purpose, but he thinks it might be his subconscious since he isn’t brave enough to ask to hold your hand.

“Nice night,” you say. Seungcheol doesn’t miss how you avoid his eyes, staring at your toes. Everything in his heart screams awkward as he tries to think of something, anything to say.

He thought it would be easy: he called Vernon about the friend he brought to the party, found out your name, and then found out you had asked about him as well. He got your number and asked you out to dinner. He likes you and you like him, so why is this so awkward?

“I guess this is goodnight,” you say. You smile and Seungcheol forgets what he was about to say.

“I… had fun today,” he sputters. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, but he knows if he doesn’t do anything soon, this already-painful date will turn into a terrible memory that he’ll never be able to live down. He thinks about telling Vernon about this nightmare, or, god forbid, Jeonghan and Joshua find out. He’d never hear the end of it.

Maybe that’s why he catches your hand before you can turn around. In a spurt of his only confidence of the night, he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

You look startled at first, but your frown quickly turns into a smile, if a bit nervous. “Sure.”

Seungcheol leans closer, pausing over your lips and suddenly remembers the garlic pasta he had for lunch earlier. He swallows and prays it’s enough to hide the taste. He leans a little bit closer and your lips are touching and Seungcheol thinks they are warm and soft (and maybe a little bit chapped but his are too). Move, he thinks but the thought doesn’t travel to his muscles and his stupid brain can’t figure out what to do. The kiss lasts longer and longer and all he does is stand there with his lips pressed against yours.

Finally, you pull away. Seungcheol doesn’t dare look in your eyes as he takes a step back. He can already feel his face heating up with embarrassment. Maybe it’s not too late for him to catch the shuttle to the airport and get on a flight and leave somewhere and never come back, maybe go to Guam, or Canada, or really anywhere but here.

“Goodnight,” he mumbles, daring to glance at you once. Your hand is pressed against your lips as if you can't quite believe what happened either. Seungcheol turns down the sidewalk and walks away, hoping that he’ll never have to think about this again.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, a welcome distraction. Joshua’s face appears on his screen.

“Hey, is it too late to cancel your date?” Joshua asks. He’s in the apartment that Seungcheol, Joshua, and Jeonghan share, evident by the cardboard cutout of the Rock that Seungkwan gave Jeonghan for his birthday last year that is staring at Seungcheol over Joshua’s shoulder.

“Uh, yeah,” Seungcheol says, praying that’s the last question.

“Cool, how are you feeling?”

How to answer that? How does Seungcheol explain that he wants a comet to wipe him off the face of the earth, or maybe a time machine so he can go back and at least stop himself from that horrible kiss.

“Fine,” Seungcheol says, because he doesn’t want to deal with the teasing from the J’s. It’s the only way this night can get worse.

“No coughing? No sore throat?”

Seungcheol stops. “What’s going on?”

Joshua smiles, though it doesn’t reach his eyes and Seungcheol recognizes the anger burning behind them. “Well, the little asshat is coughing and he took an at home test and it may or may not be positive.”

“Joshua,” Seungcheol says slowly. “Are you telling me Jeonghan has covid?”

“Yes! I’m supposed to have a meeting with my thesis advisor tomorrow, goddammit. Well, if you’re feeling fine you should probably just find somewhere to quarantine, or come back here and take the L, I guess,” Joshua says. “This is so annoying, and Jeonghan is going to milk the shit out of this until we’re sick too.”

“Joshua,” Seungcheol says slowly. “Jeonghan and I ate breakfast together today. We shared a spoon.”

“Oh, then you should come back.”

Seungcheol sighs, remembering the kiss that would likely go down as one of the top five worst moments of his life. And he thought things couldn’t get worse.

Well, he can’t be too pessimistic. Maybe telling you that he may have given you covid will somehow make this night better.

He sits on the far end of the couch. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to invite him to quarantine with you, but you trust that any friend of Vernon’s isn’t a psychopath, and he looked genuinely upset about the entire situation. Besides, if he really isn’t sick, then there’s no danger.

Except for the fact that you cannot forget the horrible kiss that wasn’t even five minutes ago. It wasn’t your worst kiss (that title went to Jimmy at the ninth birthday party of your best friend, who thought the enclosed space you were crammed into together during an intense round of hide and seek was the appropriate time to confess his love and then force a kiss on your lips when you were mostly thinking about how much you had to pee), but it definitely wasn’t the best.

At least he seems to feel as embarrassed as you are. The few times you work up the confidence to look at him, he’s either staring at your carpet or fiddling with his thumbs.

“Thanks again,” Seungcheol says. “You really don’t have to do this.”

“Like I said, if you don't have it, we’re fine, but if you do, there’s a good chance you gave it to me, so you might as well stay here.” You tap your fingers on the arm of the couch.

“Well, thank you anyways,” he says. “And I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say. Not for the first time, you wish you had a roommate, or at least someone else in the apartment so you wouldn’t have to figure out how to deal with this all on your own. How does one properly host the person they went on exactly one (bad) date with and then possibly gave them covid? Offer tea?

“So, you want to play Mario Kart?” You ask.

“Are you sure you want to challenge me?” Seungcheol asks. “I should warn you, I’ve been trained.”

“I have too,” you say, thinking about how many times Jihoon had cursed you out playing the game throughout your lifelong friendship. He taught you curse words you didn’t know existed.

“Jeon Wonwoo himself trained me,” Seungcheol says, taking the controller as you hand it to him.

“Jeon Wonwoo?” You frown at him from the other side of the couch.

“He’s a streamer,” Seungcheol says. “And I thought a pretty popular one, but now I’m realizing I sort of sound like an idiot and should have kept my mouth shut.”

“I’m sure he’s really good,” you say. “He could be really popular, I really wouldn’t know.”

Seungcheol flashes a thankful smile and you remember why you asked Vernon about him in the first place. Not just because his smile makes your heart skip a beat, but because he’s so expressive that you think you can read every thought that comes across his face. As painfully terrible as the date was, you aren’t completely opposed to a second date, and his wide smile isn’t helping at all.

Though, the way things are going right now, you are a little worried you might be stuck with him for the rest of your life.

“Well, either way, we won’t know until we try,” you say. Seungcheol points his controller at you as if it were a sword, accepting your challenge. The familiar music begins and you select your character (always Shy Guy). Seungcheol chooses Bowser, which doesn’t surprise you. He chooses a kart while you choose a bike, and before long, the numbers count down.

In hindsight, Seungcheol wonders if he was too competitive. Then again, the score is still 50-50 for first place after playing four rounds, so it’s not like you didn’t match his energy.

“This isn’t over,” you declare when he wins the final match and sets the score back to an even win rate.

“It’s almost midnight, I think it’s over for the night,”Seungcheol says. “Besides, it’s tied!”

“The last time I settled for a tie was Jihoon, and now he refuses to play with me,” you say. Seungcheol idly wonders if it’s weird that he finds the borderline violent look in your eyes attractive.

“Oh, believe me, I’m not settling for a tie,” Seungcheol says. “Wonwoo would kill me if he ever found out, he called me his protegé.”

“And you’re proud of that?” You ask, but you’re smiling. “Fine, I’ll concede for tonight, but this isn’t over.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Seungcheol says, grinning even wider at your fake glare.

“Are you sure you’re okay with the couch?” You ask, standing up.

Seungcheol is tempted to flirt and say, “Unless you want to share a bed,” but he decides with how badly he fumbled earlier in the evening, it would be safest to nod and keep his mouth shut. Besides, he is beyond grateful that you’re letting him stay with you; the couch might as well be a king-sized bed.

Unfortunately, it is not king-sized, and his feet stick off the edge when he tries stretching out on it. You return with a rather flimsy blanket and a giant stuffed dog that Seungcheol is afraid is his pillow for the night.

“I’m really, really sorry,” you say, “Nobody ever stays over so all I have are these.”

“It’s fine,” Seungcheol says, already preparing his back for a very long night. “Like I said, I’m the one intruding.” You hand him a spare toothbrush and point him in the direction of the bathroom.

Seungcheol understands why you never have people over: the apartment, putting things kindly, is shit. From his first step inside, he was shocked at the small size, with a kitchen that doubles as a dining room and living room (and where he would sleep tonight), a bedroom (that he assumes is tiny because you didn’t invite him to see and he figured it would be inappropriate to ask), and the bathroom. On top of the size, he was sure he saw a monstrous bug flying around that looked like some sort of cockroach abomination, but you didn’t mention it, and there was a strange smell coming from the sink drain. At least you were able to lighten the beige painted walls with what looked like handmade canvases.

There is no saving the bathroom. Seungcheol was scared to enter it earlier, and his fears are confirmed now. He thinks the tile might have been pink once, but it had seen so many years and so many… fluids, that it has become a sickening brown color. The walls have suffered a similar fate, though it looks like there has been a fairly recent coat of paint. There’s no bathtub, and the shower head looks like it hasn’t been changed in ten years, and doesn’t seem to be able to control the water heat or flow at all. The room mostly smells like lemon and bleach, and Seungcheol wonders how long you spent scrubbing before you realized it was a hopeless effort.

He brushes his teeth quickly, feeling a little guilty that he has to dig through your cabinets for your toothpaste. He tries not to look at anything, focusing on his reflection in the mirror. That’s when he realizes that he’s stuck with these clothes: his nicest pair of pants and a button down that Joshua insisted he iron before he left. At least he had a white t-shirt on beneath it, but he was stuck in these clothes unless he asked you for a change, which was not happening anytime soon. He could only pray that he didn’t get covid from Jeonghan and would be free in three days.

You’re sitting on the couch when he comes out. You don’t turn right away, and for a moment he catches a glimpse of you, back towards him, head facing toward the windows beside the door and staring outside. He wonders what you’re thinking, and hopes it’s not something along the lines of I hope this man leaves my apartment as soon as possible. He doesn’t want to be a nuisance, but he can’t help but feel that after the rousing game of Mario Kart, maybe the relationship between the two of you wasn’t completely destroyed.

You’re smiling a little when the bathroom door clicks shut and you turn to see him. You’ve definitely caught him staring, but Seungcheol doesn’t really care, returning your smile.

“Thank you,” he says. He trades spots with you as you stand and he sits on the couch. You linger for a moment, leaning against the arm.

“I’m really sorry about the lack of a bed,” you say. “But I’m very broke.”

“How about you stop apologizing and I’ll stop saying thank you?”

You laugh. “Yeah, that works.”

“Good,” Seungcheol says. There’s more he wants to say, but unlike before, it doesn’t weigh him down and make him panic. It’s a warm feeling that makes him think he has a lifetime to learn everything about you.

“Goodnight, yn,” he says, loving the way your name feels in his mouth.

“Goodnight,” you say, finally standing and crossing into your room, pulling the door shut behind you with a resounding click.

You wake up to banging noises in the kitchen. It takes a minute to remember that you aren’t alone in the apartment, and you aren’t being robbed. Though you want to go back to sleep, the banging is rather noisy, so you drag yourself out of bed and into the bathroom.

You just woke up, but you’re glad you went into the bathroom before confronting Seungcheol, because as your brain slowly wakes up, you realize your hair is a total mess and your breath is terrible. You brush your teeth quickly and try not to think about the boy in your kitchen because it only makes you more nervous.

Strange, how your feelings for him changed so much in such a short time period. You were nervous before the date, then disappointed after how bad it went, but then last night was so much fun, and you’re back to being nervous at the thought of him. You hate the butterflies that are fluttering around your gut.

They vanish when you see the state of your kitchen.

“I am so sorry,” Seungcheol says the second he hears your footsteps. “I wanted to do something nice for you because you’re being so nice and letting me stay, and the least I could do was make you breakfast, except I got lost in your kitchen, and then there was an incident with the flour, and then this giant bug flying around my face, and I was going to clean it all up before you woke up, but I guess I was being really loud, and this is a huge mess, and I’m really sorry.”

Seungcheol himself almost looks worse than your kitchen, between the frantic look in his eyes and flour covering half of his body. There’s some red sauce spilled on his shirt (which you have absolutely no idea where it came from since you don’t have ketchup in your apartment), and it’s clear he spent the last few minutes failing to get control of the mess of ingredients that spilled on the stove.

“At least nothing’s on fire,” you say.

“Yeah, I put it out pretty quickly.”

“You set my apartment on fire?”

“Only briefly!” Seungcheol grabs your shoulders, then lets go when he realizes his hands are still covered in flour. “Look, I promise I’ll clean everything up, just go take a shower, wait, no, I’m not saying you smell or anything, but give me like ten minutes and I’ll make it look like nothing ever happened.” He looks really desperate.

“I’ll order some food,” you say, walking dazedly back to your room. Your kitchen was falling apart before, but Seungcheol has made it unrecognizable between everything that he spilled and whatever he tried to cook. You think maybe it was pancakes, but whatever happened in that kitchen is between Seungcheol and the bug that might as well be your roommate since all of your attempts to kill it have failed.

“Yn?” Seungcheol says. It sounds like he’s standing right outside your door. It’s only been a few minutes, so there’s no way he’s finished cleaning.

“Is something wrong?” You get off your bed and pull the door open to find him standing in front of you, head hanging low like a puppy that knows he messed up.

He shakes his head, looking up at you with an exaggerated pout. “Are you mad?”

You can’t help but laugh. “No, I’m not mad. A little stunned, because I didn’t think there was that much flour in my kitchen, but it’s not like you did it on purpose, so, why would I be mad?”

“Seriously?” Seungcheol says. He looks almost hopeful.

“Yeah, it can be cleaned up, and you didn’t actually set the place on fire, so it’s fine.” You shrug. Seungcheol doesn’t look like he really believes you, so you add, “Seriously, I was just really surprised, but I’ll find the bleach and help you clean as soon as I change out of my pajamas.”

That’s when you realize a) Seungcheol is still wearing the clothes from the date the night before which b) are now absolutely covered in flour. You can’t believe that you didn’t notice earlier, but it’s obvious that he needs something to change into. You close the door to change, but dig through your drawers to find someone that suits Seungcheol and can’t seem to find anything.

Your phone rings, and you realize you have the perfect solution.

Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but Seungcheol thinks the kitchen looks cleaner than it was before. It smells distinctly like lemon, and the black stains under the cabinet (that were one of the few spots Seungcheol didn’t create) were successfully removed. Maybe it smells so clean the bug/monster/demon would finally leave your apartment (definitely wishful thinking). He washes his hands again, but they still don’t feel clean; he doubts they ever will be again, since you didn’t have any gloves.

“It looks good!” You say. You insisted on working alongside him and refused to take no for an answer, which he was grateful for since Seungcheol had no idea where any of your cleaning supplies were. It was a challenge to use bleach without gloves, but Seungcheol is 90% sure you both managed to avoid bleach poisoning. Still, he figures it’s safest to usher you into the shower while he tries to figure out what to do now.

He can’t even sit down and relax since he keeps leaving flour behind no matter how much comes off him. He ends up sitting on the floor in the doorway since it’s the only place that isn’t clean. Though the door is solid, the large panels next to it are windows, and Seungcheol watches the empty street.

Here are his options: ask you for clothes to change into (mortifying) or live the rest of his quarantine life in clothes that are turning stiff from the mix of grease, flour, and cleaning supplies that have seeped into the fabric (possibly deadly). He strongly considers running away, but he decides it’s unethical to wander around while possibly infected.

It’s from staring out the window and longing for freedom that he first notices it. A flash of movement out of the corner of his eye so fast Seungcheol thinks he imagined it, but then it happens again. Black clothing, he’s sure of it. It’s moving so fast Seungcheol isn’t quite sure that it’s human. He stands up, now certain that whatever’s out there is real and a threat.

Are there any weapons? He does a mental checklist of everything he’s seen in your apartment, and all he comes up with are the kitchen knives he saw in a drawer while looking for the cleaning supplies. He wonders if he should ask you, but the water is still running, and he doesn’t want to scare you just because he’s jumpy. He is already beginning to second guess whether he saw anything at all, when there’s a little knock at the door.

Seungcheol inches back, hands feeling dreadfully empty. As much as he wants a knife, he doesn’t want to turn his back on the door now that there’s noises.

The knock comes again, a small sound followed by a soft rattling, as if something was rolling on the ground. Seungcheol freezes, not daring to get any closer to the glass, but trying to peer out and see what he can.

The knock comes a third time, except this time it hits the glass and Seungcheol realizes that it’s a tiny rock being thrown. He watches it land in the dirt, trying to determine if it’s from the yard or another planet. Seungcheol takes a step up to the door and realizes his hands have curled into fists.

He knows more likely than not, it’s probably some town kid that’s looking for an easy prank on poor college kids, but on the off-chance that it’s some other-worldly demon trying to steal his soul, Seungcheol braces himself for the worst. He rests his hand on the door, ready to tell off the kid (or die painfully), taking a deep breath.

Before he can pull it open, he sees another flash of movement. He turns to the window and suddenly the entire left side of the door is covered in black. Seungcheol drops to the floor, cowering back. He doesn’t realize that he’s screaming until he hears your voice.

He looks up to see you, hair dripping wet, glaring at the window, which isn’t populated by a monster about to pull him apart, but is just a boy, around his age, dressed all in black making silly faces. Seungcheol can feel his ears turning red with embarrassment as you crouch down next to him.

“Are you okay?” You ask, looking genuine.

“Yeah,” he says, accepting your hand to pull himself up.

“It’s just Seokmin,” you say, rolling your eyes. “He thinks it’s funny to try and scare everyone. You get used to it.”

“I don’t think I ever will,” Seungcheol grumbles but he follows you to the door and forces a smile on his face because he doesn’t want your friends to think he’s a sore loser, even if he is.

Seokmin is still laughing when you open the door, which annoys him even more since his laugh is infectious and Seungcheol can’t help but feel smile isn’t as forced.

“I got you so good,” Seokmin says. He backs away, keeping a safe distance, leaving a large plastic bag on the doorstep. “Oh my god, I’ve never heard a grown man scream like that, that was hilarious.”

“Very funny Seokmin,” you say. “Did you bring what I asked?”

“Everything is here!” Seokmin says, as if immune to your passive aggressive tone. “Breakfast, clothes, half the toiletry aisle from CVS, and two rapid tests donated from Jihoon because he said, ‘check and make sure yn hasn’t been murdered because I don’t trust some random man.’”

“You can tell him I’m fine,” you say. “And he should stop being a little bitch and apologize.”

“I’ll pass the message on,” Seokmin says. He turns to Seungcheol. “So, you’ve survived a night with yn?”

“Yeah, I don’t recommend the couch,” Seungcheol says. He doesn’t want your friends to think he did anything strange the night before. “Thanks for the clothes.” Seungcheol lifts the bag and frowns at the pattern that he can see through the opaque bag. From what he can see, he’s doomed.

“No problem!” Seokmin says with a grin. “You can keep them, I was going to donate them anyways.” He winks at you. “Stay safe.”

“Thank you, Seokmin,” you say with a sigh waving goodbye as the door swings shut behind you. You glance at Seungcheol and raise your eyebrows. “You need a shower.”

Putting it kindly, Seungcheol looks like a Christmas tree from the 80s that was left up year round and then left forgotten to rot in someone’s backyard. The sweater was once bright green, but faded to a strange color that you don’t think actually exists on purpose, and has a swirling bright yellow pattern that’s somehow withstood the test of time to remain neon. Because there isn’t enough going on, the sleeves have a plaid pattern in the same green and yellow, the hemming around the neck and at the bottom is faded red. You have no idea where Seokmin found it, or why a sweater like that was ever designed.

Still, you can’t quite say you regret asking Seokmin to bring the clothes, because as chaotic as it is, he still looks rather cute. His hair is wet from the shower, a mess of curls that seem to be just a little out of place, and you wonder how long he spends styling his hair each day.

“I’m hideous,” he says.

“It’s horrible,” you say, “But you look kind of cute.”

“You’re just trying to make me forget the fact that it was your friend who brought me the sweater,” he says but you see his smile.

“Maybe,” you say, crossing the room to stand in front of him. “Or maybe I think you’re cute.” The last time you were this close to him, he kissed you. A terrible kiss, yes, but you were very nervous, and you know he was too. Now you’re just curious if a second kiss will be as bad.

Before you get the chance to ask, you hear a rumbling sound from Seungcheol’s pocket. He grimaces and pulls out his phone, answering it before he looks at the screen. You take a step back and fold your arms, wondering if you should give him some privacy.

“Hey, what’s up?” Seungcheol says. You can’t quite make out the words of the voice on the other line, but after a moment Seungcheol frowns.

“You’re joking,” Seungcheol says. “How many tests did you take?” There’s a pause before he asks, “So what do you have?” A few moments later, he shakes his head and hangs up the phone, saying, “I’ll talk to you later.”

When he looks up at you, you are suddenly reminded of the night before, when he knocked on your door and told you that he might have given you covid. There’s this look in his eyes that says I’m sorry without him speaking a word.

“So, that was Jeonghan,” he says.

“Your roommate that has covid?”

“Yeah, so apparently he doesn’t have covid?” Seungcheol says, looking exasperated. “I’m really sorry about all of this, but he just called and said his PCR test was negative and he’s feeling a lot better today and he thinks it was just a cold.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, Jeonghan tends to be dramatic,” Seungcheol says. “Listen, I already felt terrible that all of this happened, and now it turns out that it was for no reason, so I really don’t know what I can do to make up for it.”

You tilt your head. “No idea?”

Seungcheol frowns. “No?”

You take another step closer to him, peering into his eyes. He really doesn’t know what you’re implying, so you ignore your pounding heart and smile at him, tentatively resting your hand on his shoulder.

“Oh,” he says. “Maybe a small idea?”

“You should at least try,” you say.

He leans a little closer, and you catch a whiff of his hair, which smells like your own shampoo. “Can I?”

You nod, and this time he doesn’t waste a second before kissing you. He doesn’t freeze like last time, and neither do you, molding your lips against his. After a couple seconds, you can’t help but smile, and Seungcheol pulls away with his own smile. Much better than last time.

“Does that make up for it?” He asks. At some point his hand found its way to your waist.

“It’s a good start,” you say, “But you’ve got to at least ask me out on a second date before you have a chance at fully making up for it.”

“I think I could do that,” Seungcheol says, almost sounding arrogant. It makes you smile. His smile fades after a moment and he sighs.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve got to go back and save Jeonghan,” he says. “Joshua might actually kill him when he finds out.” He flashes a smile at you. “But I will call you as soon as we’re done and we can schedule that second date.”

“I like the sound of that,” you say. You nearly jump when he kisses your nose, dropping his hand from your waist and wandering around the house as if nothing happened. He doesn't have much to collect, so it isn’t long before he’s standing in your doorway, poised to leave (and avoiding the flour on the floor).

“I’ll call,” he promises. “Unless Joshua is in jail, then it might take a while, but I’ll call eventually.”

“I know a good lawyer,” you say. “Well, he will be, eventually.” He pushes the door open and walks out, but pauses before letting the door swing shut, turning back to look at you again.

“As chaotic as it was, I’m sort of glad that this happened,” he says. “I mean, obviously I still feel bad that I crashed on your couch for basically no reason, but I got to see a lot more of you, and I really liked it. Being with you.”

“I like you too, dork,” you say. “And if you didn’t crash on my couch I never would have called you back, that was a terrible first date.”

“Yeah, it really was,” he says. He still lingers.

“Don’t you dare forget that we still have a rematch for Mario kart.”

“Oh, liking you means nothing, I will take you down,” Seungcheol says. He smiles at you. “Goodbye, yn.”

“Goodbye, Seungcheol,” you say. He finally lets the door swing shut, walking down the sidewalk. He pauses at the end to wave a final time, then disappears around the corner.

You turn back to your apartment. Though you didn’t even spend twenty-four hours stuck here with him, it already feels emptier without him. You lay back on the couch, thinking about the whirlwind of emotions of the past day, and finally settling on the thought of seeing Seungcheol again. And you smile.

a/n2: I had to clown dk I’m sorry

#🌟 stars galaxy #seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt reader #svt #seventeen fluff #scoups #choi seungcheol #seungcheol x reader #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fanfiction #scoups fluff #Seungcheol fluff #scoups x reader #s.coups #the period in his name is the bane of my existence

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slayonehundredninetytwo · 10 months

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Just a stomach ache?

tw: emeto, hospitals

sickie: Felix

caretaker(s): stray kids

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Minho opened his eyes to someone standing next to his bed. The figure appeared to be crying, holding his stomach. When his eyes finally came into focus, he saw that it was Felix beside him.

“Hyung I- I really d-don’t feel well.”

“What’s wrong Lix?”

“My st-stomach really h-hurts” he answered through tears.

“Do you think you’re going to be sick?”

At this, Felix just bit his lip and slowly nodded.

“Okay. It’s okay. Let’s go to the bathroom then?”

He said, standing up out of bed, now fully awake.

He lead Felix down the hall to bathroom, turning the light on and guiding him down to kneel next to the toilet. Felix felt his a sharp pain in his stomach, making him dry heave over the bowl.

Lee Know sat next to his sick dongsaeng, holding his hair back. It probably wasn’t necessary seeing that the poor boy wasn’t bringing anything up, but it was nice to not have his hair hanging in his face. He heaved and heaved, but the only result was a torn throat. Minho decided to get him some water, quickly getting up and grabbing a bottle from the fridge and making a dash back to the bathroom, not wanting to leave Felix alone for too long.

He returned to the bathroom to find Felix curled up around his stomach. Lee Know grabbed the thermometer from the cabinet and checked Felix’s temperature.

“37.2. You don’t have a fever, and you haven’t actually thrown up at all. Seems like you just have a stomach ache. Did you eat something funny?”

“No? I ate just like you guys did.”

“Let’s get you back to sleep. Maybe you’ll feel better in the morning.”

“O-Okay”

Lee Know brought Felix to his room, helping him to get comfortable.

“Goodnight Lix.”

“Night.”

Lee Know left the room to get some more sleep of his own.

But Felix couldn’t sleep a wink. The pain was increasing and hurt too bad for that. He laid there, trying to get comfortable. It was useless, as the constant ache turned from a stomach ache to punch to the chest.

When the morning rolled around, Felix felt even worse. But the schedule is busy today, he can’t stay home for a little stomach ache. He rolled out of bed with his alarm and started to get dressed.

He found Lee Know in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal.

“Good morning Lix. Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah. My body must have just reacted funny to dinner.” In reality, his stomach was still killing him. But he didn’t want to worry his hyung over some measly cramps.

“Okay then. Have some breakfast.”

Felix wanted anything but food right now. But he had to eat something or it would be clear he still felt like, for lack of better word, shit.

He settled for a single slice of toast with butter.

After a few bites, he watched Lee Know finish his own breakfast and walk away to finish getting ready, and took the opportunity to quickly throw out his mostly uneaten breakfast.

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Once they were ready to go, they headed out to the car, where Chan went over the day’s schedule. They first had to go to a photoshoot for their next comeback, then have an interview for some youtube channel, and end out the day with a fan call event. Felix was relieved he wouldn’t have to dance and sing all day, and just had to make it through a few not so physically challenging events.

So with that, they started off to the photoshoot. Felix was quieter than normal, which was quickly noticed by Chan.

“Hey Felix, you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Just didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Oh yeah? How come?”

“Uh- well.. uh”

“He had stomach ache.” Lee Know interrupted.

“But it’s alright now.” Felix tried to reassure his friends. He was okay. Just dramatic.

When they arrived at the shoot, the pain had only worsened. He climbed out of the car, hoping no one would notice how grimaced at the movement. He was glad that no one seemed to see his pained expression.

The shoot ended up going by without much issue, and Felix hid his pain decently well.

Now was time for the interview. He expected it to be decently easy to get through, seeing as most interviews only require him to sit in some chair and talk a bit, so he thought he could manage. He was quickly proven wrong, when the interviewer told them they were going to have to complete a few challenges along with the usual answering of questions. His other members seemed excited at what was to come, but Felix certainly was not.

The fist challenge was to partner up with someone and play a word association game where they were given a word and had to say the first thing that comes to mind similar to the first word. If they say the same word, they win. Felix ended up with Han, and the game began. They went from team to team, most teams being unable to gain any points. The word they received was chocolate, and they both somehow responded with “brownie”. The room exploded with a chorus of an impressed “OHHHH” from the other boys in the group. When asked how they did it, they had no idea truthfully, it must be their twin telepathy.

When the camera finally turned away from them, Felix couldn’t help but wince from the pain in his abdomen. It almost didn’t feel centered in his stomach, but instead a little more to the side. Han noticed Felix’s facial expression, and shot him a concerned look.

“Are you okay Lix?”

He said, trying to be as quiet as possible in hopes that his voice would not get picked up on his microphone. Felix decided to give it up, he felt to horrible to keep hiding it like this.

“Not really. My stomach is killing me and I feel weird.”

“Do you think you will be okay for the rest of the interview?”

“I…. I think so. Maybe it’s just a stomach ache and I’ll be alright.” Felix hoped he was right.

“Okay. But if it gets worse, promise to tell us, alright?”

“Alright.”

When the challenge was over, the interviewer asked them a few simple questions before giving them their next challenge. This one was a dance challenge where they would play a song, and have to do the dance to the song, and if they didn’t know it, they would not get the point. As he watched his members attempt the challenge, it didn’t seem like they were getting extremely challenging dances, but it didn’t make Felix any less nervous for his turn. When he stepped forward for his turn, the song “Queencard” started to play and he began dancing. He loves this dance, but it’s a lot of jumping around, and it make his stomach act up again. It felt like he was being stabbed. Like someone was grabbing his abdomen and twisting it. This was hell. Before the song ended, he crumpled to the floor in tears, holding his side.No one really knew what was going on aside from Han, who quickly informed Chan as well. Chan called to the staff to give them a break before kneeling next to his aussie brother, followed by Han and Lee Know, who also figured out what was going on based off the previous night. The other members had no idea what was really going on, but gave them space. At this point, Felix started to feel nauseous and slapped his hand over his mouth, which the boys were quick to react to, carefully helping the sick boy off the floor and to the bathroom as quick as they possibly could. It wasn’t too far, and as soon as they got there, Felix quickly positioned himself over the toilet before letting out a wet belch, followed by a wave of vomit. It hurt so bad. Each time he heaved, the pain got 10x worse. Chan, Minho, and Jisung, we’re all trying to help him however they could, rubbing his back, tying up his hair, anything they thought could help. They had never seen him so sick. Minho put his hand on the boys forehead, and he was burning up.

“You definitely have a fever now. He’s on fire.”

When he was finished throwing up, he leaned into Chan who was kneeling behind him. Jisung reached over and grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped Felix’s face. They heard the bathroom door open, and Hyunjin was standing in the doorway.

“The staff say we have to resume filming now.”

At the same moment, Felix was hit with another sharp excruciating cramp and cried out in pain. Making Hyunjin realize the severity of the situation.

“No way. Tell them we are very sorry, but we need to take Felix to the hospital. We are postponing the rest of the interview or it’s not happening at all. But definitely not today.”

Hyunjin was quick to agree, leaving the room to go explain the situation.

Lee Know called a driver to come get them so they could get Felix to the ER. When the driver arrived, Bang Chan carefully scooped Felix up in his arms to carry him out to the car. It felt like the longest car ride ever, but in reality it wasn’t all that far. Eventually they arrived at the ER and brought him inside. His whole body ached, but of course, especially his stomach. They talked to the lady at the front desk, and she asked his symptoms, and to the best of his ability considering his current state. All he could manage was “It really hurts.” So instead Chan told her what he knew, told her all about the awful pain, the fever, the nausea, and just how horrible his friend was feeling. The woman asked where the pain was located, and Felix just signaled to the lower right section of his stomach, where his hand was already resting.

“That sounds like appendicitis. We might have to operate on you tonight. Can you come with me?” The boys followed her but then she said,

“Sorry but you can’t come with us. We can give you updates when we have them, but you’ll have to wait here.”

“Oh. Okay.” Bang Chan was not sure how he felt about leaving Felix.

“Can you walk Lixie?”

“I don’t th-think so..”

“That’s alright.” The desk lady said, quickly getting a wheelchair to put the boy in. Chan put him down onto it, and with that, she rolled him away.

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Chan, Minho, and Jisung were anxiously waiting in those uncomfortable chairs for such a long time, it had been hours at this point. It was about to be time for the fan call event, which Chan had already called their manager to have postponed.

“I hope everything is okay. I’m worried about him.” Jisung said timidly.

“He’ll be okay. He’s in good hands in there.”

Minho said, reassuring both Han and himself.

“You guys are here with Lee Felix, correct?”

“Yes we are. How is he?” Chan said, nervously.

“He’s good. It was appendicitis as we thought. We had to do a surgery to remove the appendix.The surgery went well. It was a good thing you guys brought him in when you did. His appendix was very close to bursting, which can be fatal. You can go in there with him if you want, but he’s asleep right now, so try not wake him, he needs to rest.”

“Okay, thank you so much.” Minho said, standing up and already heading off to visit the boy.

When Felix woke up and opened his eyes, he saw all his best friends beside him chatting quietly. Chan had called them the moment they could go in with him.

“He’s awake!” Jeongin said.

The boys all were over joyed that their sunshine was alright.

“How are you feeling?” asked Seungmin.

“I feel alright. A lot better than before. Kinda sore, mostly tired.”

“We’re so glad you’re okay. We were so worried!” Hyunjin said.

“Don’t scare us like that again!” Changbin added.

“Don’t try to hide it if you’re not feeling well, you literally could have died.” Bang Chan said.

“Fine. When do I get to go home?” Felix asked, already sick of the hospital.

“Probably a week or so. You aren’t allowed to dance for a while though, you’ll have to sit during performances for now.” Felix was sad at that, but he knew it was for the best.

For the next week, his members took turns staying with him, always someone by his side. It wasn’t easy, but he was glad he had his members to support him through it all.

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i hope you guys enjoyed this one! it was definitely on the longer side, and it took a looong time to write but i hope it was worth it!

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#skz sickfic #stray kids sickfic #skz emeto #sick felix #appendicitis #probably not accurate #ily #i love yongbok

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sluts4shigaraki · 2 years

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BACK TO SCHOOL!

CW ♡ NSFW, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, bullying kinda (but not from tomura he loves u uwu), lotta crying but i made up for it

Pairing ♡ tomura shigaraki/f!reader

Word count ♡ 3,400

minors/ageless blogs DNI ♡ you will be blocked

A/N ♡ big chunky chapter this time! i hope it compensates for how long it took to post it. BTW it is a seven chapter series, so two more! i plan on posting more shiggy stuff and other reader pairings :3 also! tomura has BDS (big dick syndrome) u-u, his back hurts bc he carries that third leg around

Tags ♡ @klxoewy @cosmicbreathe @gloomysel @yoongiigolden @thehaplessfool

DAY FIVE

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You’re in Tomura’s bed. Again, somehow. Most of last night was a blur to you. Tomura took you to some kind of arcade bar, then dot, dot, dot. Tomura was no where to be found and the dorm was empty. When you sat up you saw a single sheet of paper on Tomura’s computer desk.

hey.

i had class this morning, and i didn’t wanna wake you up. anyways just text me when you wanna meet up for tutoring today.

tomura.

Well, that explains it. A feeling of loneliness had quickly slipped into your head and tried making a home there before you shook it off. It was fun to feel this nervousness all over again but it was also scary. Falling in love could just be pain, and with Tomura there was no telling for sure. Even if he was kind to you. Things can always change.

When you got into your dorm, you took a long shower, hoping it would help you think. It did not. You texted Tomura, asking him to meet you in the park again. The text was a little snippier than you intended it. His reply matched your energy. You knew you did something terrible last night but you can’t remember what. Hopefully, today would help you figure out what.

You bit your nails down to the quick, nervousness in the pit of your stomach as you sat at the same table where this whole mess started. The same anxiety that made your leg bounce uncontrollably made you come here twenty minutes before you’d agreed to meet. As the time passed, it gave you time to overthink. Everything that could go wrong had ran through your mind. So, when Tomura finally approached, you gave a weak, worried smile.

“T-Tomura! Hey! Uh… about last night,” you looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. “I don’t remember what happened that well, so I’m sorry if… anything… y’know,” biting the inside of your cheek, a single tear dropped down your cheek before you quickly wiped at it.

“No! You just got a little too wasted. That’s kind of my fault… All I cared about was making sure you were safe,” that helped you, a little. However, that wasn’t what you were worried about.

“I wasn’t worried about you taking.. a-advantage of me. I was more worried about me being too much,” Tomura coughed, clearly knowing what you were referring to.

“You, uh, you did ask, um,” he took a pause, trying to find the right words. “You asked if I would sleep with you, but if you were to ever…” His face was red, lip between his teeth. “If you ever wanted to, I’d want you to be sober. And I’d want you to be sure you wanted it. So I just made sure you had something to eat and drink. I’ve seen Touya hungover and it’s not fun to deal with,” finally meeting your eyes, he smiled, face and ears still red hot.

It couldn’t be helped. The tears spilled freely now, every feeling you had closing in on you quickly. His face drops and he moved unbelievably quickly to your side.

“Please don’t, don’t cry…” Your head was pulled in against his chest, arms cradling your head. “It’s okay, I’m not upset, I wanted to do it,” the care he showed was just for you. Tomura ignored everyone else. The ones he called friends, he never treated them the way he treats you. Of course, he still cared for them, in his own, odd way. You, though, you were special. Tomura didn’t use you for your body. Tomura may have stared at you, but if you took a good look at him, you would’ve seen it was a wistful, dreamy stare. Tomura’s presence was intimidating, but he was really just a scared, lonely man with pain sitting deeper than you thought.

“N-no, it’s not,” you hiccuped, trying to talk through sobs. “It’s not that, I just, y-you’re so nice to me and I d-don’t know why and I think I’m… dammit, I’m falling for you, and I’m scared! I know it’s stupid,” his hands suddenly stopped their gently running through your hair. His body stopped, and began to shake. Before you could pull away, his grip tightened. A small sniff told you he was crying too.

“It’s not stupid. I’m scared too,” Tomura’s head touched yours, pale hair draped over your own. “I keep telling myself it’s not real. You can’t be real. You wouldn’t want someone like me. I’m just not meant to be the kind of person that can be happy. I never really had anyone to be close with,” he pulls you away from his chest, his hands cupping your face. Tomura brings a thumb up to wipe away your tears. “I trust you and that scares me.”

“I don’t… I don’t know how I feel, but I wanna be around you more than I wanna be alone,” everything inside you felt like it was on fire. This gut wrenching feeling was stronger than ever, and vomit made its way up your throat. As suddenly as you pulled away to empty the contents of your stomach, all the memories came up. So did everything else from last night. Embarrassment clenched your heart with a tight fist. Not only did you make an absolute ass of yourself yesterday, now you were vomiting in front of the very same guy you drunkenly begged for dick. That same guy was gently pulling any hair away from your face with one hand and rubbing your back with the other. Fear settled in your gut beneath the embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I thought what I did would keep you from being hungover,” Tomura gave you his water bottle, and you swished and spat to get rid of the taste of bile. Well, mostly, but the tinge still sat in the back of your mouth. A reminder of the fear you felt.

“You did,” you cough, a sore throat making speaking to him more difficult than it already was. “It’s not that,” you felt your heart spill its guts. Everything in you was out. Stopping it now was impossible, the flood gates long broken. “I’m scared. I’m really fucking scared. I know it seems stupid. It probably is. I’m not scared of you but… It’s like I shouldn’t feel this way. My mind disagrees with my body so I’m paralyzed.”

“It’s not stupid,” that single and confident statement reassured you more than anything. Tomura was a steadier person with you. It made sense, he acted out because he needed attention. Craved for somebody, anybody to see him, instead of just looking. You carved a path out for him and let him make his home there before he knew it. You swallowed your pride and your tears, and spoke with a trembling lip.

“I just wanna be yours.”

Yanked into his arms, Tomura gripped your shirt with a strength to break the seams. His body gently shook, lips peppering kissing on your head. Your tears were soaking his hoodie, but you had never felt more peaceful. You found a home in him, in his arms and his heart. It was like you had met your soulmate, something about it just clicked. Two puzzle pieces found each other, and for whatever reason, realized they fit perfectly together.

“I wanna be yours too,” he pulled away, brushing your hair behind your ear. “I’ve always wanted to be yours.” Tomura smiled, then he grabbed your chin and kissed you. Really kissed you. Not the inexperienced kiss he gave you first, but a loving, passionate kiss. Your hands fisted up in his hoodie, pulling him closer. When you pulled away, your eyes snapped to the sudden, loud laughter.

“Aw, look! Freakazoid and the fat chick are in love,” some dickhead you didn’t know was making kissy faces at the both of you. At the time you weren’t even thinking of the possibility of being seen. You shrunk, your body making itself small. It had been a while since anyone made fun of you for your size. Most people on campus ignored you, but you had a group of friends and they never even brought it up. Tears slipped out of your eyes, your self image cracking. Tomura, however, was already letting go of you, his fists balled up as he sped towards him. “Oh, no, whatcha gonna do skinny ass? You ma-“ Tomura’s long strides meant it didn’t take long for him to close in, the sentence cut off when he punched him across the mouth. Dickhead, as you’ve now named him, immediately fell to the ground, blood coating his lips. “Fuckin’ freak! Jesus, I’m gonna get you for that shit!” Tomura towered over him, face expressionless.

“I wish you would,” he mutters, quickly making his way back to you and roughly grabbing your hand, leading you back to your dorm. As you struggled to keep up with his pace, your mind raced. Tomura just punched a guy because of a simple comment. It was hurtful, but he wouldn’t do anything else. It made you feel like the freak, because it was a huge turn on. He was skinny, sure, but he was stronger than he seemed.

“You didn’t have to do that! What if he says something, he could get you in trouble!” You tug on his arm, trying to get him to slow down or stop.

“He won’t. Even if he does, I’m not scared of shit. He got what he was asking for,” Tomura was seething, speaking through gritted teeth. He didn’t want to show you this side of him. Angry, violent, and willing to act on aggressive thoughts before realizing the consequences. Now it was out in the open, and he felt guilty. Silently, the two of you made your way to your dorm. Tomura was still breathing heavily, and you weren’t sure if you should talk to him while he was this upset. You quickly unlocked your door and he pulled you inside. The grip on your hand was firm, hard. It made you nervous that he was standing there, eyes dark and mouth pulled into a thin line. “I won’t let anyone say that shit to you,” even when he was angry, he was considering you first.

You rocked on your feet, staring at them. “I can’t believe you did that,” the moment you said that, he felt guiltier. He scared you, that wasn’t what he wanted to do. What he wanted was for you to feel safe, and instead of just taking you away from the situation, he let his anger take the lead. Again. You looked up at him and saw him open his mouth. Probably to apologize. Before he could you held a finger to his lip. “It was kinda hot.”

In a second you were pressed against the door, Tomura’s lips aggressively on yours. Your hands found his chest while he had one by your head, the other pulling your waist close. The kiss was sloppy, hungry. Teeth clacked against each other as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. Keeping your lips locked, moving around in a dance, he finally found the bed and went down with you as he pushed you onto it. Tomura was on his elbows, pulling away from you and latching onto your neck. Whimpers fell from your mouth as you stuttered out his name. He couldn’t help himself, he didn’t want to stop. Self control was out the window. He was running on pure instinct as he bit a spot into your skin, licking and kissing it before he moved around. He kissed his way up to your ear, voice shaky as he whispered. “Do you want it?” Your legs pulled together, your clit throbbing.

“Please, yes, need it,” you babbled, arms wrapped around his chest as your finger nails dug in. His dark chuckle and warm breath on your neck gave you goosebumps. If Tomura hadn’t kissed anyone, he definitely hasn’t fucked anyone, but it didn’t show. His confidence had grown so quickly, all for you. Tomura moved away, and for the first time you actually saw his bare arms as he pulled off his hoodie. They were definitely more toned than you thought. It was all lean muscle, but he didn’t even try. It was genetic. As his hands moved down, he grabbed your hips, fingers pressing into the fat there. This was what he’d been thinking about for so long, and he finally had you. Tomura gripped you firmly, like he thought weren’t real and he had to make sure you were.

“Tell me you want it. One more time,” his chest rose and fell quickly, hands playing with the waist band of your pants. Your lip trembled, voice struggling to escape your throat.

“Please, p-please, Tomura, want you, want you so much,” your hands grabbed at his clothes, desperate. Before you could open your mouth again, he was on you, kissing just as aggressively as he was before. His hands shake as he yanked off your pants, moving back to pull off his shirt. One hand made it’s way up your shirt, groping at your chest, the other hand running a finger along your pussy through your panties.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he murmurs into your lips, pulling your shirt above your head. In any other circumstance, you might be concerned about how your body looks. With the way he was grabbing at you, though, you didn’t care. His hand grabbed your stomach, gently kneading the fat there. “So fuckin’ pretty,” you whimpered, not even noticing as he unhooked your bra and threw it across the room. His lips latched onto one of your nipples, lapping at it. Tomura pushed your panties to the side, long fingers teasing your fluttering pussy. He switched, sucking and lighting nipping before he pulled away. Your panties covered your lips again and he hummed, pressing the flat of his tongue against the wet spot there. To him, you were better than any porn he’d ever seen. The sound of your pants and soft moans drove him crazy.

“Please don’t t-tease me,” your hips pushed down against his mouth, making him smirk. He pushed your panties to the side, licking from the bottom up to your clit, flicking it lightly. It made you gasp, your hands flying to his hair and lightly tugging. That was what it took to have him diving into your pussy, licking and sucking like he wanted to eat you alive. Two fingers gently pushed into you, curling up. His tongue swirled around your clit as he slowly fingered you, listening carefully to what you liked. This was his first time, and the first thing he thought to do was eat you out, instead of shoving his dick inside you and leaving. In between his kisses and lapping at your clit, he murmured praises and compliments about how good you tasted, how pretty you sounded. Heat pooled in your gut as your grip on his hair tightened. Your hips bucked against his tongue.

“Fuck, cum on my face, baby,” his pace was steady, licking in a steady pattern on your clit.

“A-ah, please, please, gonna c-cum, Tomura,” the coil inside you snapped as you tugged his hair harder, whimpering and pulling him closer. When he pulled away, his mouth and chin dripped with your cum.

“I wanna cum inside, please, fuck,” his large hands had torn your panties off, too impatient to worry about pulling them off of you. You nod quickly, too horny to even think straight, much less worry about him getting you pregnant. All you wanted was to feel was him filling you up. You heard his belt come off. When you looked up, your eyes widened. Tomura was huge. At the very least bigger than anything you’ve ever seen before.

“That… That’s too big, it’s not g-gonna fit,” you stutter, hands gripping the sheets. It probably wouldn’t, not all the way and not on your first try. You wanted him to try anyways. Tomura leaned down as he whispered into your ear.

“If it doesn’t fit, I’ll make it,” immediately you felt the burning sensation of stretching as he put the tip inside, thankfully waiting till he moved more. Your hands flew up at to claw at his back. He held you up against his chest, one hand roughly grabbing your hip. Tomura whimpered in your ear, only partially inside you but the way you clenched around him was making him dizzy. He held you close as he panted, desperately trying to not cum till he was at least all the way in. Your legs shook, wrapping around his waist.

“Fuck me, fuck me, I don’t care if it hurts, need you,” as soon as you said that, Tomura stopped holding back. Before you knew it, he pushed your legs against your chest, starting to slowly pump into you. Only half of him fit, but he pushed deeper, pressing against your cervix. When he fit all the way in, you were gasping and cock drunk. When he saw your beautiful face contorted in pleasure, he stroked your face with the back of his hand.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, immediately setting a brutal pace. It was like the only thing he saw was you. When your eyes closed, your head thrown back, he grabbed your chin and forced you to face him. “Open your eyes, fuckin’ look at me,” when you opened your eyes, you saw Tomura was just as awestruck as you were. His face was bright red, his eyes heavy and his chest heaving. This was everything he wanted. Tomura teased you, slowing his pace.

“Tomura, please, please, more,” his cock throbbed inside you, every beg you let out for him made him groan.

“I wish you could see yourself. You can’t even think straight, can you? I knew I was right. This is what you want. You wanna be bent in half and bred,” at that moment he leans over you, your knees over his shoulders. “You’re being so good for me,” the pace he started was brutal, every thrust inside you was splitting you in half, and you didn’t care. Your hands were gripping his hair again, and all that did was motivate him. The tip of his dick was kissing your cervix. All you could see was stars. When he pulled back again, his thumb brushed against your clit. It was still sensitive, almost too sensitive. You gasp and buck your hips up, and the smile that creeps on his face is dark. “Give me one more,” he let spit dribble onto your clit, combining it with the slick dripping from you. He kept a steady rhythm, rubbing your clit at the same pace he was fucking you. All Tomura wanted was to milk you for everything you had, push you till you couldn’t go anymore, but this was more than enough for him. Your legs tightened as your pants sped up, yanking roughly on his hair.

“‘M-mura, please, too m-much,” the way your body was reacting told Tomura it was exactly what you needed. The next high washed over you, cries and moans pouring from your mouth. All of your senses shut down, and all you could think about was Tomura. When you clenched around his cock, pussy throbbing in the after glow, he gasped. His thrusts became erratic, his fingers digging in deeper the closer he got.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbles, his long hair covering his face as his head drops. “Gonna fill you up, breed that pretty pussy, fuck, g-gonna cum,” Tomura buried himself as far as he could, pumping you full and staying there, not wanting to move. When he pulled out of you, he shuddered. While you closed your eyes and fell back against the bed, Tomura cleaned you up. He kissed your temple, laying beside you and pulling you against his chest. “Was that…” he trails off, biting his lip between his teeth.

“I’ve never cum on any ones face before, if that tells you anything,” you laugh, burying your head into his chest. You could hear the loud, quick beating of his heart. Tomura’s hands idly play with your hair, moving along and touching any skin he could reach.

“You’re perfect, y’know that?”

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quarktrinity · 5 months

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quark watches star trek season 1 episode 29

oh cool this is the last episode of season 1

uhura girlsplains private transmitters to kirk

weirdly colorful star map

why do they call other ships "he" i thought ships were girls

hey wasnt warp factor 8 super dangerous are we just cool with that now

kirk determined to save other ship flying into the sun i love this dude

some cryptic shit

k that dudes dead. bye

omg jims brother is on this planet :0

i just called kirk jim. i didnt even think about it. oh god.

uhura girlsplains private transmitters to kirk... 2!

kirk wants to see his family :(

this planet looks like the mopop in seattle. if u get it u get it

kirk looks nauseous with emotional vulnerability

insane violent dudes

omg they actually stunned them for once

something fucked ups going on here

kirk please you cant keep plunging crying womens faces into your tits eventually one of thems not gonna be cool with it

kirks brother is dead???

hahahahah he looks exactly like him

yeah hes dead

his nephews ok though

spock uses comfort! its not very effective. can they make out now

alright kirk you can do this. dont seduce your sister in law. i believe in you

her names aurelan im not sure thats a real name

aurelan dont make those noises

what are you talking about

this actress is determined to sound overwhelmingly horny when shes supposed to sound upset

some weird brain shit going on

"they"

evil brain creatures doing evil brain things to build ships?

horniest scream ive ever heard

uh rip aurelan i guess. congrats kirk you got through an episode with a hot girl without making out with her

kirk status: Repressing Sadness

are the aliens bees. they sound like bees

oh GOD

theyre like flying manta rays oh jesus. ok thats fucked

they look silly as shit but also the direction lets them be terrifying

SPOCK GOT MANTA'D

oh shit i think its in his brain

this is gonna be gay isnt it

anyone who thinks mccoy isnt kinda gay for spock is stupidly wrong

eugh its all up in his bod

alright theyre a little like bees

fight it spock fight it

"locate and restrain mr spock" very normal of u to say kirk

kirk pins spock to the floor. ok

i got bingo

spock u good

"i will be able to return to duty" i dont believe you

spock says i can just turn off my pain

"i need you, spock" DO YOU NOW, KIRK?

spock youre so possessed rn

yes scotty threaten his life

spock has Determination

"i am in complete control of myself, doctor" NO YOURE NOOOOT

kirk no dont believe him i know youre in love but you gotta use your brain i know you have one

sigh. ok spock try ur best to resist the evil brain things i guess

they look like those things from half life

theres so many oh god

cmon spock u got this

grabs u with my pinchers

mission successful thank god. manta ray thing kidnapped.

spock says fuck my own needs i am Useful

its a giant brain cell? thats super cool ngl

a lot of these aliens have really cool concepts and still look silly as shit

more mcspock sexual tension

kirk says computers good this time

"your affection for spock" DUDE

to spread brainpox or commit genocide. that is the question. kirk says no

star trek doesnt know that light is radiation

kill the brain mantas with light. ok

sorry we might have to blind you to free you from brain disease

spocks blind now

"these creatures are sensitive to light which we cannot see" you have described radiation. you said you tried radiation and it didnt work. dont do this to me

sorry spock we didnt need to blind you. its ok though he forgives us anyway

ULTRAVIOLET? THEYRE WEAK TO ULTRAVIOLET???? DO THEY KNOW THAT ULTRAVIOLET LIGHT EASILY BLINDS YOU????? DO THEY KNOW HUMANS ARE ALSO WEAK TO ULTRAVIOLET LIGHT??????? DO THEY KNOW THAT THIS IS LITERALLY WHAT RADIATION IS OH MY GOD IM LOSING MY MIND

exposing the entire planet to a giant blast of ultraviolet light is extremely dangerous and im not sure they know that. theyre gonna be so sunburned so many of them are going to get skin cancer

ULTRAVIOLET LIGHT ISNT RED

ugh. ok i guess the brain things are dead anyway. whatever

mcspirk is so real and true

spocks not blind anymore. hes fine now. vulcan stuff

"my first sight was the face of dr mccoy bending over me" WHAT

"tis a pity brief blindness did not increase your appreciation for beauty, mr spock" WHAT????????

MCSPIRK IS SO REAL AND TRUE

#quark watches star trek #star trek #star trek tos

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smokinrat · 2 years

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Delinquents Forever

Curly Shepard x (GN) Reader

𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈: 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙰 𝙶𝙸𝙵𝚃, 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂𝙽’𝚃 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙸𝚃, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 (𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶)

Waiting for Curly to get out of school was a pain, he went at least 3 of the 5 days in the week thanks to Tim (who said he didn’t want to deal with Curly going to summer school), so whenever he did go Y/n would wait around Buck’s, downtown, his house, or the lot. They didn’t stay at Curly’s house often though, because of Tim. It wasn’t like he purposely tried to scare them off, he was just intimidating. Not to mention it was awkward when both of them were sitting there with nothing to talk about, most of the times the conversations went like:

“So are you datin’ him, or what?” Tim would ask, usually reading the newspaper while doing so, “Oh.. uh, not- not really, no, we’re just-” Tim would then proceed to cut them off, and talk about whatever he felt like. Sometimes he’d stay on topic and talk about Curly, sometimes not. Either way it was embarrassing to sit there as he talked, not knowing what to do.

Y/n was sitting at the pool table in Buck’s, rolling a ball back and forth between their hands. “Still waitin?” Buck asked from the cash register, he was counting up all the money he’d made that month. Most people wouldn’t have all that cash out, but he knew Y/n wouldn’t try to take it, nobody would, for that matter; people were smarter than that.

“Yeah, his school day lasts way too long.” Y/n sighed as the pool ball rolled away from them, not feeling the energy to reach across and get it. “It might go by faster if you actually went with him.” He responded, putting the money in neat piles, and back into the register. “You tryin’ to get rid of me, Merril?” Y/n asked with a grin, “Watch the tone.” He said, he didn’t appreciate it when people called him by his last name, especially not people who were younger than him.

After an hour of playing darts, and helping Buck with customers, Curly finally walked in, his group of friends following behind him. “It’s about time,” Y/n quipped, standing up from their table, “Why didn’t you just ditch? You actually spent an entire day at school.” They asked, hands in pockets as they walked up to him. “Chill, sweetheart, I got you something.” Curly said with a smirk, he pulled out a necklace that had “Shepard” written in gold letters, “You like it?” He questioned as they took it, “Real smooth, you tryin to brand me or somethin’?” Y/n shot back, Curly laughed at their suspicions as they put the necklace away in their pocket. “Nope, just making sure people know what gang you’re apart of.” He answered, it was mostly the truth, he didn’t want anyone giving them trouble — so he figured something like a necklace would do the job. “Hey, you better wear that at some point or another, I actually had to pay for it.”

As it grew late and more people came into the bar Y/n found themself needing air, they headed out the back door and onto the porch; where they were half expecting to find someone smoking. Instead they found Curly, he was leaning on the railing looking down, actually thinking about something for once. “Hey, grease, the hell you think you’re doing out here?” Y/n joked as they leaned on the railing with him, Curly’s mood immediately changed, he started smiling and shifted his weight so he was slightly leaning away from Y/n. A few moments later Y/n broke the silence, “So what’s wrong with you?” Curly looked confused, “Whadda ya mean?” He asked, half expecting them to be making a joke, “You’re all quiet, plus you aren’t inside, both of those things are wildly out of character for you.” Y/n explained. “Oh, that, yeah.. yeah, uhm, well-” “And now you’re stuttering, are you dying or some shit??” They cut him off, looking more concerned now.

“…Do you like the necklace?” He asked quickly, it was all in one breath, as if he couldn’t risk saying it any slower. “Oh.. uhm…” Now it was Y/n’s turn to start stuttering, they felt the necklace in their pocket, a reminder of earlier. “It’s okay if not, I understand, and I can just return it; it’s not like I meant anything when I gave it to you anyways.” This time he spoke slower, and the last part of his sentence seemed to cause Y/n’s chest to tighten, “You didn’t?” They asked, the faint sound of anguish in their voice. “Well, I mean, I wanted you to be safe around other guys, or people, just people in general; and if they saw that you were apart of the Shepard gang I thought they might back off..” He clarified, it was a poor attempt, sure, but he was trying nonetheless.

Y/n processed his words for a moment, taking in what he said, “Well, I do like it.. it was, uhm, really sweet of you, and I.. yeah, I like it.” Was all Y/n could put together at the moment. “You wanna put it on?” He asked, he sounded hopeful, but at the same time like he was trying to hide it. Y/n nodded, they pulled it out of their pocket and undid the clip, handing it to him before turning around. As Curly fumbled with the jewelry Y/n could feel heat rushing to their face, unbeknownst to them Curly was feeling the same thing. Once he finally succeeded at putting the clip back together he faltered, debating whether or not he should tell them.

Y/n felt a weight against their back, as Curly hugged them from behind, putting a quarter of his weight on them at the same time. “Will you go out with me?” He asked, it was straightforward, but sincere. Y/n had to take a moment to gather words, almost forgetting how to talk all together. It was obvious what their answer was, though, “Yes, yeah of course, yes.” They repeated, feeling their heart speed up as Curly spun them around and kissed them. It was sloppy & unplanned, but then again just about everything about Curly was like that. As they pulled away from each other and looked each other in the eyes, everything seemed to be quiet. Both of them stood there for a few more seconds before Curly started smirking, “Well I guess the necklace has more meaning now, huh?”.

#the outsiders #asks always open #tim shepard #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders imagine #curly shepard #curly shepard x reader #shepard gang the outsiders #the shepard gang #the shepards #please send me stuff

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jake-kcat · 1 year

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[ ANDROID AU ]

[ PART 1]

[ THE BEGINNING ]

It was a warm sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. A small man standing at 4'9 walked out of the house, holding a cardboard box. He walked down the driveway and to a car putting the box in the trunk of the vehicle. "Come on Copia, hurry up. You're going to be late to this nerd con!" He called out as a man, standing at 5'7 walked out the door with a box in his hands. Copia wore a red sweater vest, black pants with a stripped blue and white tie with a black button up shirt.

Copia furrowed his brows, looking at the other man before giving a small sigh with an eyeroll "I'm coming Terzo! Geez." He walked down the pourch stairs. "that should be the last of the boxes. "It's not a nerd con, it's a convention for people like myself to showcase their creations" he corrected his older brother as he put the last box in the trunk before closing the hood. "Same difference" Terzo laughed with a grin on his face. He liked to tease his brother about things like this but yet he was also proud of how smart the robotic scientists was. Terzo then opened the passenger door of the car. "Lets get this show on the road and wow these assholes and show them a *real* genuis!" He laughed and honked the horn to get his brother moving faster.

Copia shook his head with a small smile, what a pain in the ass his brother was but they were close, very close. "Terzo stop that!" He walked to the drivers side if the car, getting in and pulling out of the driveway and onto the road towards the city.

While driving into town. Terzo scrolling through his phone with a smile. He checked a message on his phone as his smile soon faded. Shit... This isn't good. His money situation wasn't the best he puts his phone down as he sat there awkwardly, rubbing his tighs nervously before forcing a small smile on his face. The smaller man looked over at Copia "hey... Uh... Fratello. Can I ask you a favour...?" Terzo said quietly but tried not to make it obvious that something was wrong. Copia glanced at his brother, raising a brow. "I'm wondering if I could borrow some money off you...? I- I'll pay it back, I promise!" He said nervously as Copia glared over at Terzo.

"What happened to the money I lent you last time?" Copia's tone was low and cold. Again, he asked him for money and he thinks he knows exactly the reason why. Terzo frowned and remained silent avoiding eye contact "uhm.." was the only thing that came out from the small man. Copia bared his teeth "You were gambling again! Weren't you?!" He raised his tone at the other. He couldn't believe this... well he could but he was upset at the fact that Terzo would gamble his money away, leaving him to go bankrupt.

"Y... Yes..." Terzo mumbled, not looking at Copia. "Terzo! You have a family to take care of, your addiction is getting out of hand!" The scientist snapped as Terzo forrowed his brows. "Out of hand?! Hey I'm doing better than I was! Its not a fucking addiction!" Terzo snaps back. "What about you? You're always wasting your money on shit that barely works half the fucking time!" He argued. This did hurt Copia a bit. "OH! YOU- at least I have a stable job to afford this shit, Terzo! Unlike you, who doesn't even have a fucking education or enough brains to know how to work a damn toaster!" Terzo had an offended look on his face yet surprised at Copia. He sat back in the seat and looked out the window silently, "whatever" he mumbled.

Terzo noticed Copia run the red light at the intersection. Terzo's eyes widen seeing a truck come towards them "Copia- COPIA!" He yelled but before Copia could react, all that was heard was a horn and crash.

The truck crashed head into Terzo's side of the car, knocking them off the road, glass and parts flying up from both vehicles.

Copia opened his eyes and groaned. Everything just happened to fast. His ears were ringing as he felt around to regain his sight "Terzo...?" He called out to his brother weakly. Once his vision cleared up, he rubs his head and looked over at Terzo as his eyes widened, his jaw dropped as he looked over his brother. Terzo was mangled he coughed up blood wheezing. Copia stared at his brother with horror and panic in his eyes, seeing a large piece if metal impale the small man's torso, the only thing keeping his big brother alive was his adrenaline.

"Terzo!" Copia tried to move to help his brother but his seat belt retrained him, holding him against he seat. Copia starts tugging on the belt, forgetting about the intense pain in his left arm he was focused on trying to help his brother who was starting to fade in an out of consciousness. "Terzo hold on!" He called out to his brother with tears welled up in his eyes, he let out soft whimpers of distress. He couldn't lose his brother, not yet away, not like this. "Stay with me Fratello! Per favore!"

Copia heard the sirens of an ambulance and fire truck, feeling some relief. He looked over at Terzo who's head then went limp. "Terzo... Terzo wake up! TERZO!" He called out, but it was already too late. Terzo was dead.

Firefighters got the doors open as paramedics got them out. Copia sat on the gurney watching the other group wheel Terzo's covered body over to another truck. His mind was still trying to process everything that happened he felt tears roll down his cheeks as he was lifted into the back of an ambulance to take him away to the hospital.

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busterheadspace · 1 year

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andre and perhaps either childhood trauma or twisted ankle?? whichever strikes out most to you (ty for letting me know btw!! <3)

sorry this took so long but bam. Done.

Note: open to request. Bingo is open. Just send an ask.

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The world was blurring into rainbow and other colors as Andre made his way to the exit. A few laughs came out of him although he was far from happy.

Two nights ago, Right-Swap gave him a notification about a woman being interested on a date. He was ecstatic as he jumped during the meeting they were having. Reagan glared at him and said something but he couldn't care. He finally found someone who might like him.

It was at a club. The first floor was a club while the second half was a bar. He dressed up nicely and looked at himself on the mirror

"We're going to get the girl. Don't fuck this up like you did last time."

He took a bus there and walked in with a smile. People were dancing, vaping, the music was loud and there were brightly colored lights flickering. He headed upstairs and found the women sitting in front of the bartender.

"Hey! I'm Andre Lee. The guy you meet at Right Swipe" He introduced with a laugh sitting next to her. The woman looked at him, with a strange look but nonetheless let him pay for her drink.

Andre tried to start a conversation however the women seemed uninterested. Her job, her hobbies, all seemed to be responding to boredom. He was starting to think he was doing something wrong.

"Uh.. do you like gardening? I grow stuff for my job"

"No. You ask that question early." She responded annoyed, playing with her fake nail. "I thought you would be much more charming. Aren’t Asian men supposed to be charming ."

"Uhh.." A little taken back, especially with the last comment but he nervously smiled. "I'm a funny, charming guy. I know I might not seem like it but I think you'll like me"

The woman rolled her eye standing up. "I'm going to get some fresh air." She said and walked downstairs. Andre watched and sighed. Maybe he could her another and drink.

He waited. He waited a hour for her to come back and she didn't. Andre decided to find her. He goes downstairs and searches through the crowd until he sees her, although not alone. She danced with an Asian man who wore glasses and had neat hair. He wore a tie around a blazer and cross necklace around his neck. It doesn't give Andre the most pleasant memories but he was mostly confused.

Until the woman placed her hands on the man's chest. They smirk before they come closer and kiss. Andre froze, everything fading to him. His mind spun as he thinks.

'Am I really that shit? What did I do wrong? What, was it because I wasn't a charming asian but how am I supposed to be charming? Is it because he's Christian.. well.. I was.. but no.."

He found himself in a bathroom on the upper bar. His hands went through his pocket as he took a drug. Something to calm him down and not have a panic attack in public. He rocked back and forth until the drug finally activated and he sighed. Fake calmness enter when his mind and he decided to go home

Through blurred vision, he found the exit from the bar. A set of stairs on the side. Andre walked a few wobbly steps until his feet crashed into each other and he fell down the stairs. His head hurt as he landed but he stand. Pain shoots through his ankle to leg and he falls back

"Hahaha." He chuckled. That was stupid of him,

Someone apparently finds him. They crouch down asking what had happened but all Andre did was hand them his phone and ask for them to call someone. The phone rang and the person began talking but he barely heard them.

God, He must have looked pathetic. He was some thirty year old guy who got himself high all because of a shitty date. God he really was a stupid disappointment. He closed his eyes, trying not to think. It hurts.

Time passed until he felt a couple slaps on his shoulder. Andre opened his eyes. To his surprise, it was Gigi. She didn’t look too happy, arms crossed.

“Come on. It’s late as hell. Let’s get you home.” She grumbled. Andre tries to stand up, and stumbles back onto the ground. A hand grabbing his foot “You fell down the stairs, didn't you?”

“Yuuupp.” Andre slurred, His friend groaned, turning to the person who found him.

“Get some ice. I’ll deal with him.” Gigi crouched down, grabbing his shoe and ripping it off. He held back a scream at the sudden movement. “Holy crap, your foot is purple. What the hell happ- You know what never mind. Just stay quiet.”

He was fine with that. Although part of him wanted to ask something. Gigi worked with him. She would know.

“What.. do you think about me?” Andre mumbled. She looked, eyes squinted.

“Annoying? Lazy? A scientist?”

Typically response. Andre curled up as he continue

“I knew it. Fuck, I’m.. -never …getting into a relationship because ..I'm an annoying.. piece of shit.” Andre laughed. To his surprise Gigi looked concern as he talked

“What happened? Did your date ditch you?”

“Oh yea. Apparently.. I wasn’t charming enough so she found another handsome Asian guy to make out with. You know, leave me in the bar for an hour, and..then me getting high.. and trying to leave.. falling down the fucking stairs..”

A wave of emotion hit Andre as he tried to hold back tears, although some slipped. Gigi was right beside him, her hand patting his shoulder.

“Screw that bitch. You deserve better than someone who thinks you're not charming. You’re annoying as hell but.. you're a good guy. Don’t take what she said personally. You’ll find someone better than her.”

It was the first genuine smile he felt since he came to the bar. A small one but it felt better than hanging with that woman. Gigi smirked.

The person came back with ice, wishing them good luck before leaving. The ice hurted like hell when it was out on his ankle. Andre held back screams as Gigi wrapped it around before lifting him to lean on her.

“There. Now let’s go home.”

#inside job #renew inside job #save inside job #bad things bingo #andre lee #gigi thompson #angst #bad things happen bingo #sprained ankle #date ditching #Right swipe

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hitchell-mope · 6 months

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(Third film. After “ruby blue”. Back at the palace. Ben’s pacing back and forth in the war room, running his hands over his hair again and again, still trying to think of where Mal could be)

Ben: have the snowlem combed the island?

Elsa: twice.

Ben: could she have landed in Jamestown?

Cogsworth: I don’t think so sir.

Ben: have you been able to contact Uma in Arendelle?

Elsa: I’ve called my sister. From what she said. Uma’s in the palace chapel having a personal crisis. Again.

Ben: goddammit. Could somebody please find out just where the FUCK Evie is? Her sister is missing. She needs to give a shit right now. Her own feelings can go to hell for all I care and oh.

(He notices Mrs Potts silently kneeling next to Chip’s corpse. He approaches and kneels down next to her)

Ben (gently): Mrs Potts. I think it would best, for you, and....and for Chip, if I took you both up to the medical bay.

Mrs Potts (her voice barely audible through her grief): it’s okay sir. My boy and I are fine right here.

Ben (sympathetically): okay. If you’re sure.

(He conjures up a blanket and puts it around her shoulders then goes back to the table. And doubles over in pain)

Ben: Oh CHRIST THAT SMARTS!!!!

Belle (rushing over to him): Ben. Ben what’s wrong? Are you okay? What happened?

Ben: I’m fine. I’m just. Whew. Gotta go to the uh. Gotta go to the library for a minute.

Belle: I’ll go with you.

Ben: ummmm. No. Somehow. I don’t think this is gonna be a good time for a mother son field trip. Personal business. You know how it is.

Belle (not understanding at all whatsoever): yeah. Of course. Go ahead.

Elsa: hey Ben.

Ben: yeah?

Elsa: do whatever it takes to find her okay?

Ben: you know me. Nobody’s going to be safe from me until I find Mal.

(He teleports into the throne room)

Ben: alright. I got your message. It was painful. But I got it. Tell me where Mal please.

Ben’s Ego: hey honey.

Ben (smiling widely and going to hug her): hey. Um. Which one are you again? Fun. Realistic. Or boring?

Ego: realistic. The ego. If I was Superego I’d be wearing one of Evie’s creations. If I was Id I’d be a full sized talking dragon

Ben:....yeah that checks out.

Mal’s Id: you know it does.

Ben (blushing slightly): heheh. Hey.

Id: good news. I’ve found Mal.

Ben (immensely relieved): oh thank god.

Id: bad news. She’s at the bottom of the Mariana’d Trench.

Ego: oh shit.

Ben: so how do I get to he then?

Id: uh. You can’t. It’s like a worse version of what happened last year combined with the mind trap after she exorcised chad. She has to figure it out herself. Sorry hon.

Ben: why is it. That whenever Mal’s being dragged through horseshit I can never do anything to help her?!?!

Ego: Sod’s Law I’m afraid. Bad things happen. Story moves along. Eventually you’re wearing your crown skewwhiff as everyone’s bowing down to you and Mal at the closing of the final number.

Ben: heh?

Ego: oh. Sorry. Forgot to mention.

Id (jovially): we’re the narrators!

Ego: but unfortunately so is Maleficent.

Id: which is why your father showed up a few hours ago. She tried to manipulate the story into her favour.

Ben: oh. Okay.

Id: however. There is something you can do.

Ben: tell me.

Ego: watch over her.

(She conjures a huge mirror in front of Ben’s throne)

Ben: how? How do I do it?

Ego: just watch

(The image in the mirror turns into Mal falling slowly through darkness that gradually changes into a trippy tie dye background. When she wakes up she’s in a beautiful moonlit garden and once again wearing her Aurora inspired wedding dress. She sits up looking a little frazzled and takes note of what she’s wearing)

Mal: oh no. Not again. At least my subconscious knows what I li-

(She notices some movement out of the corner of her eye)

Voices around her: save yourself. Save yourself

Mal: oh this is getting creepy.

Ben: run sweetheart. Run.

(Mal starts running through the nearest corridor. Followed swiftly by similar shapes shadows)

Ben: what happens now? What do we do now? Tell me please. Because I’m completely fucking lost here.

Ego: hope that she realises what’s happening. And pray that she knows what to do.

(Mal’s run into a majestic looking ballroom. This is when “who do you think you are” happens. After the song. Ben flies to the ground and hugs Mal)

Mal: how did you get here?

Ben: mirrors.

Mal: ah.

Id: you two. Piss off.

(Blue and Green disappear)

Mal: what were those two in aid of exactly?

Id: showmanship?

Mal: I hate you sometimes.

Id (cloyingly): awwww. No you don’t.

(Mal sighs grumpily and turns to Ego)

Mal: I’m guessing she’s part of you then huh?

Ben: yup

Mal: is she your version of him or the doormat?

Ben: doormat. If she were my Id she’d be your dragon form.

Mal: hm. Makes sense.

Ben: they’re also the narrators of this story.

Mal: of course.

Ben: and unfortunately, so is Maleficent.

Mal: ah fuck.

Ego: sorry.

Mal: eh don’t worry. Not your fault. So. Since you’re the narrators. I’m guessing you know where I am

Id: it took us a while but yes. You’re unconscious.

Mal: I gathered that much yeah. But where am I?

Ego: at the bottom of the Mariana’s Trench.

Mal: what?

Ego: About 20 miles north of the islands barrier.

Mal: holy shit

(She grips Ben’s hand for support)

Ben: how does she get out-

Mal: how did this happen?

Id: you got cocky.

Mal: huh?

Id: Harry Hook is dead. Uma’s grief washed over the entire kingdom.

Mal: I got very, very happy.

Id: and therefore reckless. So yeah. Ya got cocky.

Mal: how do I get out of here this time?

Id and Ego: I got nothing.

Ben: well that’s helpful(.)

Id: like everything, my dear, the choice must be yours.

Ben: so so helpful(.)

Ego: I’m sorry we can’t be of more assistance. But your story has a fixed pace. And this is part of it. Ben and I have to leave now. But your Id will stay and guide you for as long as possible. Ben. Let’s go.

Ben: no. No way in hell.

Ego: Ben. Please. We need to go

Ben: no! I’m not leaving Mal again.

Mal: Ben. Ben look at me. Look at me Ben. I’ll be fine. Look at me. I’ll be fine.

Ben: we don’t know that.

Id: I’ll take care of her hon.

Ben (threateningly): you had better.

Id: ooooh. I like it when you get fiery. But in all seriousness. I will take care of her.

Ben: in all seriousness if you don’t. Then you’ll have me to answer to.

Id: honey. If I fail. Then you won’t have to worry about killing me. Because Mal will be dead.

Ego: Ben. Please. We need to go now.

Mal: I’ll be fine. It’s okay.

Ben: could you two give us a few minutes please.

Ego: I’ll be back in the throne room.

Id: I’ll be watching from an archway.

(After they’ve gone)

Ben: I’m not leaving you. I can’t. Not again

Mal: I don’t want you to go either. But sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to and-

Ben: it’s not just that.

Mal: hm?

Ben: it’s one thing to team up and help you. But I. I just. I don’t fully trust him to save you on his own.

Mal: are you. Are you jealous of my subconscious?

Ben (hesitantly): mmmmaybe....

(Mal bursts into giggles and glomps Ben)

Mal: awwww. I don’t think you’ve ever been jealous before.

Ben: so you’re not. You’re not mad?

Mal: why would I be mad? You’re so worried about me that you’re jealous of my own subconscious. It’s actually incredibly flattering.

Ben: well that’s kinda confusing.

Mal: wanna talk it out?

Ben: please?

(This is when “lay all your love on me” happens. After the song. Ego all but drags Ben out of the mirror and back into the throne room. All before he can properly say goodbye to Mal)

Ben (indignantly): what was that for?

Ego: I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But you can’t be in there right now. She has to do this herself.

Ben: that’s not fair

Ego: I know. I know it’s not fair. Nothing about any of this is fair. But this is how the story has to go.

(Back in side Mal’s subconscious)

Id: come along Mal.

Mal: to where?

Id: I have no idea....

Mal: oh that’s helpful(.)

Id: hallways!

Mal: what?

Id: hallways. Corridors. Such and such and the like.

Mal: you’re making even less sense than before.

Id: come with me.

(He grabs her hand and drags her out of the ballroom and into a corridor lined with handsome oaken doors bedecked in gold filigree with silver doorknobs)

Mal: this all looks way posher than last time.

Id: budget expansion.

Mal: if you say so.

Id: which door first.

Mal: I ain’t going in any of those.

Id: fine. I’ll choose. Let’s see

(He zaps Mal into the first door on her right. She finds herself at a table as the only member in the audience of a cabaret show)

Id: ladies and gentlemen. Nightmares and daydreams. Both corporeal and non-corporeal alike. May I present to you. The Heroes. Of Auradon.

(The stage floodlights boom into life and centre on Lonnie, Jane and Maddy dressed in 1910’s era cabaret girl costumes)

Mal: oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me

(This is when “more, more, more” happens. After the song. Stubbornly pushes Id’s shoulder)

Mal: what the HELL was that for?

Id: pppprrrrbbbb. Fun?

Mal: you said you’d help me get out of here.

Id: yah. But like always. You need to confront yourself first.

Mal: I hate it when that happens.

Id: yeah. So do I. Come with me.

Mal (stepping back a little bit): why?

Id: Mally. Chillax. I would never hurt you.

Mal: yeah. I know. But you’re kind of nuts at the best of times. And that’s when I’m NOT drowning. So just please. Let me deal with this. Okay?

Id: you and I both know that I can’t do that. Now. Let’s see what’s behind Door Number 98!

(The corridor zooms forward and Mal’s at a door with a large “98” emblazoned on it)

Mal: is this another traumatic cabaret what-have-you?

Id (truthfully): nope. Just a little pick me up for ya.

(Mal tentatively opens the door. Inside she finds her friends in a large checkerboard ballroom, dressed in black and white, dancing the quadrille)

Mal: nononono. No. Not again

Id: Mal. Listen to me. You have this massive support network but you trying to do stuff on your own. Now, granted, you actually do have to do this one particular thing on your own. But when you get out of here. You’re going to need everyone.

Mal: I. I. I have to get out of here.

(She heads to the door but Id stops her. This is when “firework” happens. After the song. Mal and Id leave the room)

Mal: that was. Actually not so bad.

Id: I have my way darl. So. Did you get the hidden message?

Mal: what?

Id: you know what to do. Go and do it.

Mal: I. I don’t know what you mean WOAH!!!!

(The corridor give a violent lurch to the left and a deluge of water comes barreling towards them. Mal’s only saved from being washed away by Id pulling her to safety against the wall)

Mal: what the fuck was that?

Id (panicking): nononononoNO!!!! This wasn’t supposed to happen. I thought she had more time. I thought she had more time.

Mal (starting to worry): more time? More time for what?

Id (gulping heavily): I’m so sorry sweetheart. Go right down to the end. You’ll find a giant library. Go through every book you can get your hands on. Get. The hell. Out of here. Please.

Mal: you’re not coming with me?

Id: I I can’t. I can’t. Not right now. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.

(He disappears leaving Mal alone in the sodden corridor. Back in the throne room. Id stumbles out of the mirror)

Ben: what’s happening? What was that water thing that just happened? Is Mal okay?

Id: Ben. Please. Not right now.

Ego: what do we need to do?

Id: you. You you need to get to Arendelle. Get Uma. She might be able to help

Ego: on it.

(She disappears. Leaving Id panicking and Ben even more confused than before)

Ben: what’s. Happening?

Id: she’s drowning. She’s drowning as we speak. And there’s nothing I can do. There’s nothing any of us MMPH!

(Bens walked to Id and kissed him fully on the mouth. And it last for a very revolving two minutes. After which Id is speechless)

Id: whaaaa....?!?!

Ben: sorry. I just needed you to calm down and I would never slap Mal without her permission so. Kissing it is.

Id: that wasn’t a very long like kiss.

Ben (confidently and smugly): why would I kiss Mal like king?

Id: good point. I just wasn’t expecting the uh

Ben: tongue?

Id: yup.

Ben: like I said. I don’t kiss Mal like a king. I kiss her like she’s my fiancée. Which she is.

Id: but I’m not

Ben: you’re Mal’s subconscious. Which makes you part of Mal. Ergo. You are Mal. Now! What is happening? Why did you send Ego to Arendelle?

Id: I think we might need Uma. She’s been in Mal’s subconscious before. She cares about Mal to an extent that doesn’t make her blind like you.

Ben: harsh.

Id: yah. She needs to be. I can’t hold her hand right now. Her Superego can’t do it either because he’ll just let her give in out of altruism. Uma can get her to fight. Her cousin can get her to fight. And that’s what we need right now.

(In Arendelle. Uma’s in the palace chapel trying to sort herself out)

Uma: I wouldn’t have been able to save him. I know that. Jas had me stuck to the wheel. I. I was forced him kill Harry. He just....stabbed him through the heart. And all I could do was watch. Of course then Harry stabbed him in HIS heart. So you know. Fair is fair. But....I can’t shake this feeling that. I could’ve stopped. I know I couldn’t have. But. I just. I feel like shit. And I. I want it to stop.

(In Mal’s subconscious. She’s making her way to the very end of the corridor. To be exact. She’s running at breakneck speed to the end of the corridor because another huge wall of water is making its way towards her. She just barely manages to dive through the final door as the tidal wave rushes past her. She lays there on floor, soaked to the bone and shivering)

Mal: I n-n-n-need to g-g-g-get o-o-o-out of h-h-h-here.

(Having enough of shivering. She lights herself on fire to get herself warm)

Mal: that’s better. You can go now.

(The fire disappears)

Mal: thank you. How the hell am I going to get out of here?

(Her Superego materialises out of thin air)

Superego: you know what needs to be done.

Mal: nope

Superego: you have to. There’s no other way.

Mal: are you stupid? I’m not gonna martyr myself. It’s not gonna happen.

Superego: what other choice is there? You’re already drowning. I don’t like this anymore than you do. Believe me. I don’t. But the fact remains that the only logical step

Mal: is letting myself drown?

Superego: yes. Unfortunately. Yes.

Mal: not happening. You’re part of my subconscious. You work for me. So tell me how to get out of here ALIVE!

Superego: I can’t.

(Mal squeaks and almost dissolves into tears before she steels herself)

Mal: I’m going to get out of here. With or without your help.

(In the chapel at Arendelle place)

Uma: it’s not working. Usually this works. Why isn’t it working? Why don’t I feel better? I just. I need an answer. That’s.

(Unbeknownst to her. Ben’s Ego silently, and invisibly, teleports in and makes an invisible mirror to Mal’s subconscious. Where Mal is trying to gather herself)

Mal: okay I just gotta. Psych myself up. That’s all. I gotta. I gotta. H-hunker down. And persevere. Oh who am I kidding. I have to do it alone.

(The screen splits in two down the middle. Mal on the left. Uma on the right)

Uma: I always do it alone.

Both: fat lot of good you are.

Mal: now what do I have to do....

Uma: I have no idea what to do....

(This is when “head above water” happens. After the song. Ben’s Ego uses magic to gently push Uma through the mirror and into Mal’s subconscious)

Uma: owwww

Mal (quickly drying her eyes): what the-what are you doing here?

Uma (standing up): evidently. Somebody wanted me to help you. Again

Mal: so that’s their plan.

Uma: whose plan?

Mal: my. My Id and Ben’s Ego. They’re um. They’re the ones who’re narrating the story. Along with Maleficent

Uma: oh that’s not good....

Mal: no. No it is not. Let’s go

(They leave the room and head into the sodden corridor, eventually finding a door with a large golden topiary on it)

Mal: hmmm....I wonder....

(She opens the door and they find themselves in a large park in the middle of an upper class Victorian tea party)

Uma: where are we?

Mal: A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte. One of my favourite paintings

Uma: I didn’t know you were into paintings?

Mal: I paint in my spare. Granted it’s nudes/still life of Ben. But still. You’ve seen my graffiti.

Uma: good point.

Mal: and besides. I don’t actually like A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte itself. I like the musical that’s based on it. Well. To be specific, I like a revival of the musical that’s based on this painting.

Uma (resigning herself to the inevitable): who was in it?

Mal (giddily): Jake Gyllenhaal. Beard and all.

Uma: what?

Mal: it’s set in the Victorian era. You take what you can get. Watch Downton Abbey. Pay attention to the Irish son in law. You’ll understand what I’m talking about. Now sit down. It’s time for tea.

Uma: I don’t drink tea.

Mal: ya do now. Huh. It’s changed our clothes.

(It’s true. They’re now wearing upper class Victorian dresses in their respective colours)

Mal: your hair looks better when it’s in braids. You don’t look right without em. Now sit.

Uma: thanks. I think. Blech! What the hell is this?

Mal: tea. Earl Grey specifically. It’s what Ben drinks.

Uma: well I prefer rum.

Mal: of course you do. You’re a pirate. Anyway. How’re you going to help me get out of here?

Uma: I really couldn’t tell you. I’ve got my own shit going on right now.

Mal: oh yeah. That’s why I’m here. Your grief wave made me cocky. Which is why I’m currently at the bottom of a trench at the bottom of the ocean.

Uma: ah. Right.

Mal: what can I say? My Id hates you.

Uma: you don’t need to tell me twice. I was there three months ago.

Mal: exactly. You helped me get of here once before. So you can help me do it again.

Uma: I don’t think that I can. But I know that you can.

Mal: whadya mean “you don’t think you can”?

Uma: oh god do I have to spell it out for you?

(This is when “for good” happens. After the song. The two cousins pass through the door. Only for Uma to end up back in Arendelle and Mal still in her own subconscious)

Mal: what the-

(The floor gives a violent lurch again causing Mal to fall on her face and slide backwards into the darkness)

Uma: oh shit.

(She teleports into the central living room)

Uma: I know where Mal is! She’s in a trench. The bottom of the ocean. In a trench.

Eric: the Mariana’s Trench? Isn’t that like. 20 miles south of the island of the lost?

Uma: okay. You’re new

Eric: oh yeah I’m Eric. Ariel’s husband. Melody’s father.

Uma: and that makes us....what exactly?

Eric: oh. Basically nothing. Cousins in law. I guess. But I am the one who ran Ursula through the first time.

Uma: thank you for that. It’s just a shame it didn’t stick.

Eric: well, yes. But if it had then you wouldn’t be here.

Uma: good point. Anyway. How do we get there?

Ariel: we can’t.

Uma: why not?

Ariel: we wouldn’t survive sweetheart. No merperson or cecaelia have been that deep into the ocean in. Millennia. I honestly think they how we got anglerfish

Uma: you’re not getting it. I have fucked up more times than I can even count. I need to help Ben. Otherwise. I’m done. The Vks. Are done.

Ariel: I don’t believe that. And I don’t think you do either.

Melody: and besides. All of us have fucked up one way or another.

Anna: I’m partially responsible for Arendelle being put through a Class Three Killstorm.

Ariel: I got my father turned into a polyp.

Melody: I almost drowned because of my own stupidity.

Uma: and what about you? What did you do?

Eric: I told you. I killed Ursula.

Uma: ah.

Ariel: anyway. There’s nothing we can do right now. So I suggest you get something to eat and then get a good nights sleep.

Uma: I’m not tired.

Melody: that’s how we know you need to go to sleep.

Ned: c’mon captain. I’ll show you the combos that work the best.

(Ned leads Uma away. Back in Auradon’s throne room. Ben’s still unraveling a little bit)

Belle: Ben you need to sleep. It’s been 24 hours.

Ben: I’ll sleep when Mal’s out of the trench

Persey: Mal’s in a trench?

(Something inside Ben snaps. He throws a knife at Persey and it pins them to the wall by their throat)

Belle: BEN!

Elsa: what the hell are you doing?!?!

Ben: you left her. You abandoned her. AND NOW LOOK WHAT’S HAPPENED?!??

(Persey struggles to answer. The only sound coming out of their mouth being blood filled gurgles)

Elsa: Ben. Let them go. This isn’t going to help Mal.

(Ben scowls but flicks the knife sideways out of Persey’s neck, making sure to make it hurt as much as possible, and dematerialises it in a puff of royal blue smoke. Persey breathes heavily and stands back up as the wound closes)

Persey: thanks Elsa.

(Ben rounds on them again and kicks them in the crotch)

Persey: mother....

Belle: BEN! I raised you to treat w-people better than this. Sorry your highness.

Persey: it’s fine belle. It’s fine. And um. Thank you for correcting yourself.

Belle: don’t mention it.

Hades (teleporting in): oh my god Persey are you ok?

Ben (seeing red again): YYYYYAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!

(He gives Hades magically powered kick to the crotch causing the god to fall to his knees in pain)

Hades: mother of pearl that hurt.

Persey: are you okay now?

Ben: nope.

(His eyes glow royal blue and he force chokes Persey and Hades)

Belle (going full MomTM mode): BEN! This isn’t going to help anyone. Least of all Mal.

(Ben’s eyes return to normal and he releases the deity’s. But not before he bashes their heads together though)

Ben: can one of you summon Jay please? I’m still incredibly pissed off and there’s a massive chance I might “accidentally” bisect these two at the moment.

Elsa: sure.

(She clicks her fingers and Jay materialises out of thin air. His skin, hair and eyes are completely gold. And he’s holding a severed hyena head)

Elsa: Shenzi, Banzai or Ed?

Jay (returning to his regular form): no idea. But. The western sector of the forest is safe.

Elsa: well done?

Jay: awwww. Thanks. Now whaddya bring me here for and what are Perse and their jackass father doing here?

Elsa: they’re here to help us with something. And don’t bash their heads together. Or slash their throats. Or kick em between the legs. Ben’s already seen to that.

Ben (developing a MASSIVE slasher smile and turning his head Exorcist style to face Jay): I used my beast claws on Hades.

Hades: that explains the bleeding.

Jay: Mal’s missing isn’t she?

Elsa: how’d ya guess?

Jay: Ben’s going full psycho and her jackass father’s injured. Trust me. She’s missing. But you already know where is don’t you? Otherwise I wouldn’t be her?

Persey: damn he’s good.

Ben (his body cartoonishly spinning back to its usual place): of course he is. He’s Jay.

Jay: so. Whaddya need me for?

Elsa: Mal’s at the bottom of the Mariana’s Tremch. And stuck in her own mind. Harry’s death made her cocky. She’s trying to get out of there. But every so often it tilts and a wall of water hits her in the face.

Jay: so she’s drowning.

Elsa: yes.

Ben: I tried to help her but apparently I’m too close to the situation.

Jay: who told you that bullshit?

Ben: my Ego.

Jay: you’re really listening to your subconscious at a time like this?

Ben: she’s one of the narrators.

Jay: is she omniscient?

Ben:....Good point. What do we do?

Jay: Ben. Go through the mirror. Elsa. Grab the jackass and follow Ben. I’ll be there in a minute.

(The three go through the mirror and Jay turns to Persey and kneels down)

Jay: so uh. Why’d ya go?

Persey: my mother threw a coup. She needed our help. Im heir to Olympus now. My father’s king of the gods.

Jay: was it worth it?

Persey: my father controls the skies. Trust me. It was worth it.

Jay: okay. Get patched up. And pray Doug doesn’t get his hands on you. He’s far more ruthless than Ben is. And I mean that as a threat.

(Jay turns heel and jumps through the mirror)

Jay: so. Where is she?

Ben: at the end of the hall. At the door to the library.

Elsa: how can you tell?

Ben: we have the same magic. I can sense her. C’mon.

(He teleports them to Mal’s location. They find her curled up facing the wall. Having a full on panic attack. Ben starts rushing to her, but Elsa holds him)

Elsa: follow my lead. Mal. Sweetheart. It’s okay. We’re here. We’re all here.

Mal: I can’t do. It can’t do this anymore. I want it to stop. Please make it stop.

Elsa: I know it’s bad. But we’re here for you. And we’re not going anywhere.

Ben’s Ego: for now

Ben: what you saying?

Ego: I wasn’t wrong. You can encourage her. But you can’t fix this for her. This is something she has to do herself.

(This is when “you’ll be in my heart” happens. After the song. Everyone, except for Mal, is back in the throne room. Elsa rounds on Ben’s Ego)

Elsa: what the hell was that for?

Ego: I am so, so, so sorry. But you cannot be in there.

Elsa (seething): why?

Hades: she’s dying isn’t she?

Id: that’s usually what happens when someone’s drowning pops.

Hades: right. Goodbye everyone. And good luck.

(He heads off to the highest window)

Ben: and just where do you think you’re going?

Hades: to find my daughter. I’m a full god. I’m the king of the gods. I should be able to survive.

Ben: yeah well you don’t matter. Just make sure she gets out of there alive.

Hades: of course your highness.

Elsa: wait!

Hades: oh Christ Bernson. What is it now?

Elsa: where’s the ember?

Belle: Persey gave it to me. They said it might help.

Elsa: exactly. Find her. Find Mal. Find my daughter.

(She lobs the ember into the mirror and it skitters down to Mal)

Id (whispering in Ben’s ear): I told her to look for the spark inside of her and ignite it.

Ben: GRAB THE EMBER MAL!!!! GRAB THE EMBER AND NEVER LET IT GO!!!!

Jay: I’ve got the same advice. Just like. Half a rung less dramatic.

(Inside the mirror. Mal notices the ember landing in front of her. Still crying, she picks it up and immediately calms down)

Mal: who threw this?

Elsa: I did.

Mal: mom? Where are you?

Elsa: I’m in the throne room.

Mal: of course you are. Wait. Were you just in here?

Elsa: mhmm.

Mal: thank you for trying to help.

Elsa: I’m your mother. It’s what I do. Follow the ember. It’ll take you where you need to go.

Jay: are you sure this is going to work?

Elsa: something similar happened to me years ago. Only this time. I’m not going to let her get turned to ice.

Jay: that isn’t a yes.

Elsa: shush. Now. Everyone. Get out. This is between Mal and myself.

(She teleports everyone away and turns back to the mirror)

Elsa: I don’t know how that stone works exactly. But with luck. I can help you use it to lead you back to the surface. Are you eady?

Mal: yes. Only

Elsa: only what?

Mal: are you really sure this will work?

Elsa: I really. Really hope so.

Mal: then let’s begin.

(This is when “show yourself” happens. After the song. Mal is inches from the mirrors surface. Which is when 1000 gallons of water crashes down upon her and washes her away shattering the mirror in the process)

Elsa: no. Nono. NOOOO!!!!

(The mirror bursts into millions of pieces. Showering her in shards)

Ben (storming in followed by Belle and Jay): WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?!

Elsa: I’m so sorry. It didn’t work.

Ben: well that much is obvious you stupid

Belle (sharply): BEN!

Jay: he’s stressed and he’s scared. We all are. Don’t hold it against him. Now. What do we do next?

Elsa: I don’t know. I just don’t know.

(Back in Mal’s subconscious. She’s just washed up in another grand entrance hall)

Id: I’m so sorry hon.

Mal: why didn’t it work?

Id: I don’t know.

Mal: this isn’t going to end happily is it?

Id: I hope so. But again. I don’t know.

Mal: I don’t even care anymore. I just want it to end.

Id: you don’t mean that.

Mal: the hell I don’t. Face it. Every time I try to get out of here I just end up further away from the exit. The mirror is shattered. There’s no. Way. Out. I’m Done. I’m done.

Id: I don’t believe that. Not for a second. You just need. You just need some encouragement.

(He clicks his fingers and they’re on a landing overlooking a grand stage. On it stand Green Mal who’s hunched over, and apparitions of Jay, Carlos and Evie who are made to look like gargoyles)

Mal: what the hell is this supposed to be?

Id: do you remember this?

Mal: another thing for the showcase we did?

Id: yup. Wanna watch?

Mal: do I have a choice?

Id: nope. Let’s watch.

(This is when “made of stone” happens. After the song. Mal lands in Ben’s arms with Jay right next to her)

Mal: how did you two get back in here?

Ben: sheer force of will.

Jay: Ben summoned his Id and she made a new mirror with her dragon fire.

Ben: like I said. Sheer force of will. Now. What do you need us to do?

Mal (getting down from Ben’s arms): I uh. I don’t know. I don’t know. Everything I try just ends up ending me further down and I just don’t know what to do.

Ben: maybe the library can help.

Jay: the what?

Ben: the library. Mal, you love reading.

Mal: yeah. I mean. It’s one of the only places I can actually sleep at. Besides under your arm of course

Ben (brightly): of course! C’mon then.

(What proceeds is a time lapse montage of Ben, Mal and Jay rifling through every single books they can find, looking for a way for Mal to get out of her subconscious. Eventually. Mal finds it)

Mal: no. NonononononoNO!!!!

(She throws the book away, hurls the desk into the door and collapses onto a squatting position. Jay summons the book towards him and searches for the correct page)

Jay (resignedly): ahhhh. Crap.

Ben (hopeful): what is it? What did you guys find? Is there. Is there a way for Mal to get out of here?

Jay: yeah. Except um. It’s not a. It’s not a good way. But it’s basically the only way.

Ben: what?

Mal: I have to um. Drink that potion from the book. Annnnd it’ll kill me. But it will get me out of the Trench.

Ben’s Ego (on the verge of tears): we are so, so sorry

Ben: go. Away.

Jay: Ben. C’mon.

Ben: get. Her. OUT OF HERE!!!!

Jay: I think it’d be best if you did go.

Ego: we did not want this to happen. None of us did.

Jay: I know. We’ll be okay. I just gotta. Take care of these two you know. Go back to your narration. We’ll be fine.

(Ego bows to the three of them and disappears)

Jay: it says here. That the subject, I guess it means you, can choose someone to be with them when they drink. Probably for transport. And you’ve got two of us. So you’ll have to choose.

Mal: I can’t. Don’t make me.

Jay: okay. I get it.

(He walks over to Mal and Ben and crouches down next to them. This is when “demons” happens. After the song. Ben and Mal are making their way to the table)

Mal: wait stop!

Ben: you okay?

Mal: yeah just. Do I have to do this right now? Or do we have some time?

Ben: yeah. Yeah we got time.

(Mal lays down on the floor. This is when “chasing cars” happens. After the song. Mal looks to her right. Only to see that Ben’s disappeared. She gets up and faces her Id)

Mal: it’s time isn’t it?

Id: I’m so sorry sweetheart.

(Back in the war room. Ben’s looking the sanded remains of the mirror)

Jay: what do we do now?

(Ben doesn’t answer)

Jay: Ben! What. Do we do?

(Ben turns and starts pacing around the table)

Ben: Demons run when a good man goes to war.

Jay: oh god seriously. Now? You’re really saying this now?

Belle: what’s he doing?

Jay (completely and utterly unimpressed with Ben’s escapades): quoting doctor who.

Ben: Night will fall and drown the sun. When a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies. Night will fall, and the dark will rise. When a good man goes to war. Demons run, but count the cost. The battle's won, but the child is lost. When a good man goes to war.

Belle: it’s a bit dark isn’t it?

Jay: Belle not now. Ben. Why are you saying this?

Ben: find Carlos. Go to Arendelle. Fetch Uma and Ned. Get back here. You have until midday tomorrow.

Jay: what? Wait. Where are you going?

Ben: to find my fiancé.

(And with that he’s gone. Back in Mal’s subconscious. She’s standing at the table, facing a giant portrait of Hades. In front of her is the book with the potion laying of inside it)

Mal: so I just, uh, drink it and it’ll, um, kill me? Yeah?

Id: yes.

Mal: why is uh. Why is that there?

Id: something to direct your final statement at.

Mal: I get a final statement?

Id: yes.

Mal: oh. Okay. Um. How do I do it?

Id: just say the first thing that pops into your head.

Mal: right. Okay. Um.

(This is when “Gethsemane” happens)

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