#This also took me WAY longer to make than i realized 💀

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Dapper Edgeshot! :D

A Christmas present i gave to @wanderingchocolateeclair but just got around to posting it :)

I actually have a funny lil story with this one 😭💀 (funny to me atleast 😭)

So basically I was working on finishing it during lunch at school since the program i use is on my phone and one of my friends said something like "wow, ur not drawing a women?!" Then later was like "wait he still has some titties that's gay, ur gay." 😭

That was a very simplified version of the story be i think u get the point 😭😭😭😭😭

Im pretty proud of the spider lilly belt tho so 🤺🤺🤺🤺

[slut4thebroken]

Accident

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Pairing | Dark!Jason Todd × innocent Wayne!reader

Summary | You’ll only let Jason fuck you if he wears a condom… Spoiler alert: it accidentally came off…

Warnings | Sexual content, 18+, stealthing, non consensual recording, emotional manipulation, unprotected sex, breeding, first time, corruption kink, slightly painful first time, no female orgasms, lowkey misogynistic!Jason lol, adopted siblings, but like... he doesn't think of her that way and neither does she.

Words | 2.8k

Notes | Yeah… I don’t even have an excuse for this one lmao. Except maybe that someone else gave me the idea💀 (also… THE PIERCING?????)

Ao3 link | <3

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Jason’s thoughts about you weren’t always like this. They started out innocent— just a crush on his adoptive father’s daughter. He never liked to think of you as his sister, more just as a girl he lived with. 

But dying fucked him up in more ways than one. He realized life was too short to beat around the bush and honestly, the longer he was away from you, the worse his thoughts became. That’s why the exact second he made his identity known, he found you. He was tired of watching you from a distance or through the cameras he placed throughout your apartment. He wanted you and he was finally going to have you. 

When he knocked on your door, the second you opened it, he could see all the different emotions you felt. Shock, confusion, relief, happiness. He gave you a sheepish smile and you threw yourself at his body, wrapping your arms tight around him. As he chuckled and returned the hug, his cock fattened up in his pants just from your scent. 

“Hi, princess.” He said quietly, savoring the feeling of your body pressed to his. 

“Jay, I- I don’t understand.” You pulled back, staring up at him through your lashes with wide eyes- your face almost made him come right then and there. 

“It’s a long story.” He said through a quiet laugh. “Can I come in? I’ll make you some hot coco like I used to and I’ll tell you about it.” You immediately agreed, pulling him inside and leading him to the kitchen. 

Only a few minutes later, you sat down, a giddy smile on your face as you smelled the drink. He doesn’t get why you like it so much, it tastes like any other hot chocolate. As you took a sip and let out a long, vulgar moan, he had to stop himself from ripping the mug away and replacing it with his cock. He wanted to take this slow, build up your trust again. It looked like that wouldn’t take long though. 

Only two weeks later, your relationship was practically back to the way it was before he died. Which he was thankful for because he’s not sure how much longer he can wait. 

He invited you over for a movie night, promising lots of pizza, hot chocolate, and cuddles. When you arrived in jeans and a tight shirt, he immediately brought you to his room and gave you some of his clothes, saying, “You won’t be comfy wearing that.” You agreed and he had to force himself to leave and close the door. When you walked back out, his eyes widened at your bare legs. 

“The pants didn’t fit.” You looked at him with a blush, pulling his shirt down to cover more of your thighs. It dwarfed you. The collar was also loose enough that it almost fell off your shoulder. He assured you it was okay and patted the seat next to him, telling you to sit down. 

The second you were sitting, he pulled you into his body, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and using the other one to lift your legs up and bend your knees, then lean them on his thighs. His hand remained on the bare skin of your thigh and he rubbed soothing circles with his thumb, trying to hide a smirk at the way you blushed and squirmed in his hold. The shirt rode up your thighs and you grabbed a blanket to put over you, but he stopped you, saying he was too hot for a blanket. 

As you ate and watched the movie, he was slowly losing patience. Honestly, he’s been hard since you walked out of his room, but he’s doing his best to wait. He wanted you to overthink, to get all nervous and stammer out your words. He wanted to wind you up because the tighter you are, the easier it’ll be to get what he wants. 

So he let you watch the movie, slowly moving his hand up and down your thigh, each time moving it closer to the bottom of his shirt. He could practically hear your heart beating because of how hard and fast it was pounding in your chest. 

“I missed you.” He murmured against your ear, making you shiver and turn to face him. 

“I missed you too, Jay. So much.” You frowned. “Thought about you everyday.” That made him perk up. 

“Yeah?” You hummed in agreement and he gave you a small smile. “What’d you think about?” He purred, smile turning into a smirk. Your blush returned and you playfully hit his chest to reprimand him. 

“Do you always have to make everything dirty?” Despite your scolding tone, you were smiling. 

“Only with you, princess.” He shot back and you stammered for a response before finally just huffing and averting your gaze. “I always loved how easy it was to leave you speechless.” His voice dripped like honey, all the way down to between your legs and you squirmed, pressing your thighs together subconsciously. 

“I- I’m not… ‘m not speechless.” You muttered, embarrassed. 

“No?” You shook your head, making him chuckle. He was quiet for a moment, so you looked back at him, finding him already staring at you.  

“What?” You asked quietly, when he just kept staring at you. 

“Nothin, just… thinking about all the time I missed with you.” 

“Well from now on, we have a lifetime because I’m never letting you go- not again.” You said, giving him a quick hug, trying to comfort him. He gave you a small smile and let his eyes drift to your lips. You swallowed thickly as his eyes darkened and let out a quiet gasp when he slowly started moving closer. 

“Can I kiss you?” He rasped. You nodded breathlessly and closed your eyes, waiting. The kiss was slow, almost tentative, and you tried to just do what he did or let him take the lead. When he pulled back, you whimpered quietly and moved forward, trying to chase his lips. 

“Was that your first kiss?” He asked softly, making you flush and look away from him. 

“I- I’m sorry if it was bad,”

“Hey, no. It was perfect, baby. I like that you’ve only ever kissed me.” He gave you a comforting smile and your anxiety slowly evaporated. 

“You do?” 

“Yeah, sweetheart. Makes me feel so special.” Makes me so fuckin excited to feel your untouched, virgin cunt. Is what he wanted to say. 

“Will you kiss me again?” You bit your lip, waiting for a response that never came. This time when he kissed you, he brought his hand from around your shoulder up to cup your cheek. You tightened your grip on his shirt as you leaned up more, trying to get a better angle. Eventually though, he just lifted your body and placed you on his lap, hands snaking up your thighs, then back down, teasing you. When you gasped and accidentally pushed your hips forward, he let out a choked sound, making you pull back. 

“I’m sorry, I- I didn’t,” He cut you off with another kiss and grabbed your hips under the shirt, guiding you to grind on his cock. Eventually your hips started moving on their own as you got needier. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, making you release a startled moan at the new sensation. 

“I need you so bad, princess.” He muttered against your lips, moving to trail kisses down your neck before sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth. He wanted you completely marked, so that there was no question as to who you belong to. He wanted to fucking carve his name into your skin so that everyone would know you’re his. “It hurts, baby, I need you.” He whined, biting the mark, then kissing his way to a new spot. 

“It hurts?” You squeaked, making him pull away to look at you as you kept up the motions of your hips. 

“Yeah, sweetheart. It hurts so fucking bad.” He frowned, bringing a hand up to brush your hair behind your ear, then cup your cheek. 

“Oh… Can I help?” 

“There is one thing you can do that’ll help.” He started, only continuing after you nodded. “You could let me fuck you.”

“What?” You choked out, staring at him with wide eyes. 

“That’s the only thing that'll help. You don’t wanna leave me hurting, do you?” Your brows furrowed at the pained look on his face. 

“N-no, but I- I’m not on birth control.” 

“So?” He grumbled, leaning into your neck again. 

“I wanna help but you gotta use protection.” He bit down hard on the crook of your neck, making you cry out, then muttered a “fine” before standing and effortlessly lifting you. He carried you to his room and gently laid you down, crawling over you and kissing you again. Blindly reaching for his nightstand drawer, he felt around until he finally found a condom, then grabbed his phone from the top of the nightstand and tossed both items on the bed. He pulled back then practically ripped his shirt off you, letting out a low groan at the sight of your tits and lacy underwear. 

“Look at you.” He cooed, trailing his hands up and down your sides before grabbing your breasts. “It’s almost like you were expecting this to happen.” He chuckled and your face heated up from his teasing. Leaning down, he sucked your nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, making you gasp. He released it with a wet pop, then gave the other one the same treatment before leaning up to quickly take his shirt off, then easily rip your underwear off your body. 

“Jay! Those were expensive.” You pouted as he discarded the torn fabric on the bed. He ignored you and swiped his fingers through your folds, groaning when your arousal coated his fingers. 

“You ever put anything up here?” He asked, circling and teasing your hole. You whined and shook your head. “Good.” He growled, ripping his hand away. As he took off his pants and underwear, he tried to think about how much knowledge you’d have about sex. Do you know about foreplay? He was all but praying the answer was no. 

Reluctantly picking up the condom, he opened it and slid it on, trying not to grimace at the feeling. He can’t even remember the last time he’s used one and honestly it’s a miracle this condom hasn't expired. 

“It’s gonna hurt a little at first, okay? But you just gotta trust me, baby, it’s gonna get better.” You nodded, anxiety knotting in your stomach. “Don’t tell me to stop either, I know how much you can take and I’ll know when you need to stop. Okay?” You let out a meek “okay” and he dragged his length through your folds, making you stiffen. 

“Ready, princess?” You stared up at him with wide eyes and swallowed thickly as you nodded. He didn't hesitate before pushing the blunt head of his cock against your hole. It took a bit of pressure before he was finally able to get his cock in, but once he did- he almost fucking came right then and there. 

You cried out, instinctively trying to push his hips away, so he grabbed your wrists and held them against the bed. In his new position leaning over you, he could see now that your eyes were watering. He kept pushing in, even after he met the resistance of your cervix, until his hips were flush with yours. 

“Jay, it hurts- I don’t think I can,” You cut yourself off with a whimper, your face twisted in pain, making his cock throb. 

“No, baby, don’t talk like that. You’re doing so good. It’s supposed to hurt, remember? You just gotta relax and it’ll feel better.” He slowly dragged his cock out, leaving just the tip inside, then slammed back in, making you cry out again as tears started falling down your temples into your hair. He kept up that rhythm, making sure to really thrust in hard so you’d keep crying. 

When you started babbling out pleas for him to stop, he growled and pulled out, then flipped you over onto your stomach. You whined loudly in displeasure when he entered you and gripped the sheets so hard that your knuckles turned white. 

As you started begging him to stop again, he grabbed the back of your head and pushed your face into the pillow, muffling your sounds. Obviously it wasn’t ideal that your moans were muffled too, but he was fucking sick of your bitching and whining already. He fucked you like that for a while, relishing in the pleasure of your tight cunt and your pained whimpers. 

After your begging and crying started to slow, he leaned back up and grabbed your torn underwear, putting them in your mouth the second you raised your head to speak. He lifted you up onto your knees, then picked up his phone and opened the camera to record. His free hand held your hip as he fucked you, keeping you from moving away. After a while, once your whimpers turned into small moans, he pulled out, grabbing his cock and teasingly dragging it through your folds. He slipped the condom off, letting out a quiet chuckle when you whined and squirmed beneath him, then pushed back in.

“See? It feels better now, doesn’t it?” You whined in response, letting out a muffled sob. He slowly dragged his length back out until only the tip was inside, making sure the video caught the way it was slick with your arousal. Letting out a low moan, he stilled and let go of your hip, then waited. 

“Fuck yourself on my cock. C’mon, princess, show me how much you want it.” You let out an embarrassed sound and buried your face in the pillow, but moved your hips back into his anyway. You fucked yourself on his length only a few times before letting out an impatient whine. He roughly squeezed your ass in response, then slapped it hard, making you release a choked moan. 

“Fuck.” He said through a moan, drawing the word out. He slapped you once more, just to watch the way your ass moved, and when he took his cock out again, this time he sat back on his heels and brought the camera down to show your gaping hole. To further your humiliation, he grabbed your ass cheek and spread you open, getting a good shot of both your holes fluttering around nothing as he spat on your cunt, making you let out an embarrassed whine. 

He pushed back in, grabbing your ass with his free hand and guiding your hips to meet each thrust. Part of him wanted to grab you with both hands so he could hold you completely still as he fucked you. But a larger part wanted to keep recording, knowing this would be spank material for probably the rest of his life. The thought had him nearing his orgasm much sooner than he would’ve liked, but he didn’t bother dragging it out any longer. 

Picking up the pace, he fucked you so hard that his balls almost started to ache from how hard they were smacking against your clit. He tried to keep his sounds to a minimum so that his phone could pick up your muffled cries and moans. 

Wanting you to tighten around him, he smacked your ass again, groaning when you jolted and clenched down on his throbbing cock. He hit you a few more times as he chased his orgasm until your skin was pink and you were sobbing out moans. 

Pushing his length all the way in, he let out a low moan as you milked his cock, whimpering into the pillow. When you started squirming, he gripped your hip hard enough to make you let out a pained whine, then pushed deeper, limiting your movement a little. He panted as he came down from his orgasm, then slowly dragged his cock out and sat back on his heels. Moving his hand from your hip to your ass, he spread you open, holding the camera in front of your abused cunt, waiting for his come to trickle out. 

“Jay?” You said quietly, once you felt it. “You used a condom right?” He bit back a smirk, watching it drip down your clit onto his sheets. 

“Oh shit… It must’ve come off and I didn’t notice.” He did his best to sound sincere, but it was more emotionless than anything else. “I’m sorry, baby.” 

“Oh, it- it’s okay. It was an accident.” You responded meekly. 

“Yeah. Just an accident.” 

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Yandere Peter Pan

Peter Pan as a Yandere Headcanon

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"Yandere Peter Pan ouat 🥺🥺 anything I’m just simping severely"

A/n - WAIT NO LONGER! I AM NOW A FULL ON WRITER FOR OUAT!!!

I hope you don't mind that I made it as a Headcanon. I also didn't really edit it, so if you find mistakes let me know! (I don't normally edit headcanons...)

Infact I've been planning on making a yandere peter pan Headcanon as a starter sooo... BUT don't worry if that's not what you were hoping for I plan on making tons of yandere fics for him

Submitted by Anon

Warning! Yandere behavior, manipulation, physical and verbal abuse, obsession, stalking, stealing, perverted actions, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome

Word Count: 1,823

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One word-

TOXIC

This boy- no, MAN is fuc*ing scary as FU*K

It all starts with his shadow (obviously)

What I mean is that once his shadow took you to Neverland, Peter took one look at you and knew you meant more than something to him. He just didn't understand or knew that yet.

Eventually, he slowly becomes obsessed with you over time.

It starts off slow... In fact, he wasn't very pleased with you at the very beginning.

When you arrived at Neverland, physically, for the first time, he questioned why his shadow would bring a lost- girl???

He was frustrated, obviously cause girls weren't as easy to manipulate, unlike boys... They normally found it difficult to hear pans flute even when they are actually lost.

It was a strange irritating phenomenon to pan...

Anyway, you all already know that Peter isn't nice and when he doesn't like something he doesn't treat it with kindness...

So obviously, he made your arrival absolute he*l

At first, he thought that you were actually one of Captain hook's members sent to trick him and gain his trust, only to be backstabbed to death.

But quickly realized that was foolish.

Anyways, when I say he made it he*l I mean he personally showed you around Neverland...

He took you to Mermaid Lagoon. He made it sound like an absolute dream to swim in it and even said it was good luck if a mermaid appears... 💀

We all know that isn't true.

But when Pan saw you struggling to breathe, he felt something that he hasn't felt in years... Pain?

Afterwards, without any second thought, he pulled you out of the water, holding your collar.

He questioned why he did that for a couple of days, and Felix started to notice...

Then, a few days later, Pan found a different way of getting rid of you.

It was more painful but less gruesome and messy.

He tricked you into pricking your fingers with nightshade.

He simply asked for you to pick some nightshade upon that mountain.

He took advantage of your kindness.

Lying about how a lost boy was sick and that was the only cure but unfortunately, no male can go up that mountain because of a powerful curse, and that's why you were brought there.

You were a little frightened at the thought of adventuring alone in a new place, and to add to it, someone's life was on your shoulders too, but you did it.

It only almost cost you your life.

You see, Pan allowed you to get extremely ill. You didn't even know what was happening to you... All Pan said was that you were just unlucky and that you should have believed more in yourself, and now since you didn't, you're going to die for it.

But on the last day, Pan felt that feeling again, but this time it was worse- it had a friend, guilt!!

Instantly, Pan got the watch from the falls and made you drink it before you died.

Pan didn't even know why he did it... In fact, he secretly accused you of being a witch because of it.

He assumed you placed a spell on him when he wasn't looking, so whenever you are in danger, he feels pain.

But he soon learned you were a normal human.

In fact, all this strange behavior started to worry a certain lost boy.

That's right, Felix.

He questioned Pan why he was acting like this, and Pan just gave him an annoyed glare as he went back to staring at you from a distance.

Soon enough, Pan learned to accept you.

Which was good on your part since now he's not actively trying to kill you.

But anyway, slowly, over time, you start to get used to your new life as the only lost girl in Neverland.

Things were perfect for a good hot second until

Pan felt this sudden chill the moment he saw a lost boy touching you on your shoulder.

Slowly, over time, he started getting annoyed.

Annoyed at the lost boys for touching you.

Annoyed at them for making you laugh too much.

Annoyed at them for talking to you for too long.

Soon enough, he started to become more jealous.

He didn't even know how silly he was acting.

He would start by making slide comments about the lost boys every time they did something with you.

That would cause them to back off, and that made him happy.

It got worse, though.

He later became more aggressive.

Every time he saw you enjoying yourself around them when he wasn't around, he'd say stuff like - "This is so inappropriate!" Or "Why are you all standing around?! Do your chores!"

And he'd give you the worst of them all. All because you're the reason why he has a reason to be jealous, to begin with.

The worst you've ever seen it was when a lost boy actually tried flirting with you.

Pan instantly 'removed them' all because they were 'sick.'

It scared you shi*less to think that if you got sick, you'd be 'removed.'

It's safe to say you never disobeyed Pan, and you didn't plan to either.

Of course, Felix was a little agitated by the way Pan was behaving lately, but he never questioned it he just told the lost boys to avoid you from now on.

But then a couple of months went by, and the torment and obvious favoritism became worse.

In fact, a lost boy even tried confronting Pan, and he was quickly removed' too.

No one questioned or disobeyed him after that.

During those months, Pan became more touchy.

More communicative with you and only you

He'd ask you to visit him in his tent more often to the point where he ended up telling you that you were the only one other than himself who was allowed in there without direct order/permission.

Felix was kind of irritated by that.

But the favoritism only grew more.

Now, when it came to your training, at first, when you arrived, Pan did everything to kill you only to back out last minute, and now, he'd do everything to train you properly without letting you get hurt.

Before, you were only to train with the strongest (to get you killed), but then you moved down to the ones with similar strength as you to him and only him...

Everyone questioned it but kept it to themselves.

As time went on, you gained the 'mother' title very quickly, and Pan didn't even give it to you.

You were just naturally loving, and Pan actually liked that about you but grew to hate it because of how much attention you would give the lost boys when they were hurt.

He thought about hurting himself to get you to show some care for him once but quickly scrapped it because he didn't want to look weak.

Moving on to phase two of Yandere Pan.

This man is creepy as FU*K!

When I say creepy, I mean he starts to stalk you.

Before, he did it to try to understand you, but now he does it to see who he's dealing with.

This is the phase when Pan kind of switches to romantic thoughts.

It happens so slowly that he doesn't even realize his feelings for you until he starts masturbating...

He actually accepts it pretty well since he's been dealing with it the moment you arrived (he just didn't know)

Anyways, when he stalks you, he's actually looking for potential threats.

He becomes more protective in secret (you'll see this side of him soon enough)

And if he sees a boy getting to goodie-goodie with you, he'll instantly put a stop to it. Not in front of you, of course. He doesn't want to scare you off.

Anyways, he also stalks you to make sure you don't have a crush on anyone.

If he realizes that you do, then say your goodbyes to your crush.

But that's not the only creepy thing he'll do.

He'll also steal your stuff.

There really isn't any other reason for him to do this other than him masturbating to it.

He obviously doesn't give it back.

You'll have to find it yourself if you want it back.

Oh, and another thing.

He would sometimes stalk you in your sleep.

There ain't even any other reason besides him being obsessed with you.

He'd even get a little risk and get in bed with you.

He'd touch and play with your hair and whisper things to you sometimes.

It's like a therapeutic moment for him, and he enjoys doing this more than he should.

And he knows it's wrong, but he's selfish, so obviously, he can't handle himself sometimes.

What I mean is that sometimes he'd kiss you without you even knowing.

Sometimes on the lips and sometimes... In other places.

The grossest thing he has probably done was jerk off on you while you slept.

Of course, he cleaned everything off with magic once he was done.

Now, on to stage threeeee!

FULL ON YANDERE!

Soon enough, Pan wouldn't be able to control himself anymore.

This is the part where his feelings were pent up and built up for way too long.

So, he ended up exploding!

Of course, not in front of the lost boys.

He didn't really care much for them so the real reason why he didn't was because he still needs them.

Again, very selfish...

So instead, he kidnaps you one night.

When he couldn't handle it anymore

I'm sorry to say this, but you had a really rude awakening.

What I mean was there would be a really high chance that he rap*s you that night.

Then he proceeds to lock you up somewhere no one will ever be able to find you or get to you without him allowing it or him being there.

He would gaslight and manipulate you into believing that everything was your fault.

That his actions were your fault.

He'd punish you both verbally and physically.

He'd punish you physically every time you refused him without cracking.

But every time you caved, he'd insult you as he did things to you.

Whether that was kissing, force-feeding, or fu*king.

You didn't even have the mental capacity to refuse him for too long.

After all, you've been in Neverland for like a year now, and you've seen tons of scary shi* that he did.

Honesty, you were practically numb by the time he kidnapped you

Mind you, I said practically.

You've gotten so used to his shi*.

But now, this was a step up...

But it didn't take long for you to get Stockholm Syndrome.

After all pan is a master manipulator!

And he always gets what he wants in the end.

Why?

Cause PETER PAN NEVER FAILS!!!

A/n

Lol get it? At the end when I said peter pan never fails~ it was a quote from the show lolol. I love myself for that 🥹🥰

ANYWAYS I hope you guys enjoyed CAUSE I SURE DID!!!

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HEATER (PART 1)

This is a fic that turned out wayy longer than I thought it was going to be 💀 so I’m gonna post the next part separately. I don’t think this needs any tws but if it does you can tell me! Sorry for any errors or whatnot 🥶

————————————————————————There are many reasons why you liked Dude. Despite the times he’s being a careless, loudmouth, teasing, and arrogant asshole, you could see the good in him and you knew he cared about you deep down. Ever since you met the strange eccentric man about three months ago, you found yourself getting more and more intrigued with the man. At first all you could have told about the guy was that he carried a strong aura of confidence which yknow, is fine and all but it was definitely mixed in with some self righteousnesses which took a bit getting used to. Which you had more than enough time to since you always seemed to run into each other- well it wasn’t that surprising since you were neighbors after all, just across the street from each other actually but still. If you went out to get your mail, coincidentally, the man would also come out to ‘check on his’ and start a conversation with you. Or if he was out in town, like he usually was, he would always stop to at least make small talk with you at the most.

Dude always seemed busy, always going somewhere with something to do but one day he had surprised you. On a day where his schedule was free, he had asked you if you’d like to hang out with him for the day and from there, you two had formed a good and pretty close bond. Though surprisingly he hadn’t really made a big move yet on you despite all the teasing, flirting, and comments he threw your way but you didn’t dwell on it too much. Maybe he liked to take things slow?? Whatever the case you enjoyed his company and that he cared about you when he seemed to care about little. He even cared enough to let you even now sleep over at his house since your heater went out during a snow storm coming in. How nice of him…but little did you know every positive thought about him was about to go down the drain.

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You couldn’t really pin point what was making you stir and begin to wake up from your spot on his couch. Maybe it was just the feeling of sleeping somewhere new? You didn’t really give it too much thought and kept your eyes closed, focused on trying to fall asleep again until you felt something..some kinda gust of air hitting your face? Which again, you were going to quickly ignore, just blaming it on something natural you supposed until you realized it felt kinda hot and was blowing directly on your face and the sensation wouldn’t stop. It was enough to get you give the hell up on trying to focus on sleeping.

Groaning, you went to wipe the sleep from your eyes, and once you moved your hands back and your eyes finally opened, trying to adjust to the light of the room, you finally saw what was in front of you just barely a inch away, you jumped and quickly sat up with a high pitched squeal. Not even a couple inches away had Dudes face been up in yours. And when that sweet, sweet terrified scream came out he couldn’t stop himself from chuckling with a shit eating grin from his spot on the floor.

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL!?” You fussed as you tried to calm your beating heart down, placing a hand over your chest. “YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A DAMN HEART ATTACK” you managed to frown at him when your heart slowly went to a normal pace again. His grin still didn’t leave as he watched you try to calm down and smugly he spoke, “What? I was just checking on ya. Wanted to make sure you weren’t freezing to death.” Jesus christ, this guy. You didn’t feel up to playing with him right now, especially not after being woken up so rudely…and weirdly. “What the hell are you…your heater is on, dumbass. That’s the whole reason I came over incase you forgot.” With a huff you roughly laid back down on the couch, pulling the blanket back up and this time, facing away from him.

“Yeah, cause I’m so sure that one single SpongeBob blanket you brought is keeping you sooooo warm. Just let me lend you some of mine already.” He spoke still from beside you, obviously not caring you wanted to just be left alone to sleep some more. You almost didn’t reply but knowing Dude, you knew he wouldn’t leave you alone until he’s satisfied. You digged your face more into the pillow and groggily replied, “I told you already.. I don’t trust that they are clean”. It really was the truth even though it was perhaps a rude thing to point out. But there wasn’t getting around the fact that Dudes place was a pretty slobby and while you don’t necessarily judge him much for it, you’d rather not have something around your body all night that hadn’t been washed in probably years with who knows what on it. After seeing how the area around his tv looked in his bedroom..with empty cans and old cigarettes littered everywhere….

“Yeah, yeah. I get it I’m repulsive and gross but you’re the one who came crying to me about being cold so tough luck, huh?” He teased with a light shove on ur back. This time you only responded with a slight groan as you closed your eyes. For a while it was quiet but you never heard Dude get up from the spot next to you. It almost fell into a calm, pleasant silence until he spoke again. “Really though, is there anything I can do to help you not freeze to death on my couch?” Though a bit snarky sounding, his voice did have a hint of genuine concern in it. You could remind him again that you’re fine, it’s plenty warm enough as it is now but as the prospect of sleeping seemed to leave you more and more, you supposed if he was already up and worried then you’d humor him. You grumbled a bit before getting some kind of mumble out about hot chocolate. It only took Dude a second to make it out and once he did, you heard him give a slight laugh before he finally got up and gave you a pat on the shoulder. “Anything for you princess” he teased before making his way over to the kitchen.

If that ‘princess’ part was added to help you wake up some or warm you up… it definitely worked because now your face felt hot as you repeated the sentence in your head a couple times. He has said more…teasing things along that line before but man, him saying that with his own slightly groggily, just woken up voice added something. Now you definitely weren’t gonna be able to fall asleep. You sat up and watched him from the couch as he dug around for what you assumed was a mug since he was looking in a cabinet he seemed to just shove any dish in. You really needed to decide to take a day off one day or come over on the weekend to help him clean up his place. You weren’t sure why exactly he let it get this way and he certainly didn’t deserve to live like this. He needed some kinda space that felt good to come home too..though again maybe this was what he liked coming home to? Who knows but you doubted it so you decided to speak up as he finally stood up after finding two mugs. “….Dude, I don’t think I would really mind helping you clean up your place soon. And before you say it- not for my sake..but yours.”

He only looked at you for a second before shrugging and carrying on preparing the drinks. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll get to it eventually, doll. There isn’t any reason for you to be cleaning up after me.” Now it was your turn to give a little laugh of your own. “Really? Didn’t I have to clean up after you after we had lunch last week? You left all your trash on the table.” Hearing you laugh made a smile creep up back onto his face. “Did I? Well you know no one told you to. You did that on your own. I didn’t have you lift a finger.” Dude replied as he opened his fridge, looking for something, probably whip cream if you had to guess. “Well..I mean.. I dunno. I care you know ?” You looked down as you spoke, not wanting to see how he’d react to that. “…You care about a employee having to toss some trash out?” Really?? Dude would be the death of you. You couldn’t even tell if he was genuinely confused or if he was just giving you a hard time.

Looking up at him you did notice he was giving a slightly confused grin however so you tried to clarify, “I- no I meant like. I care about you, you dick.” The last part slipping out because sometimes Dude made you feel so vulnerable it made you slightly ‘pissed’. However, you admitting this for the first time made him seem to feel similar himself. He’d paused for a moment, almost like he was stunned before he forced himself to carry on doing what he was doing. You swore from what light there was you could make out a faint blush. “Hmm…really now?” He’d tried to come off teasing but a slight waver in his voice was giving away how he really felt. You’ve only seen Dude get bashful a hand full of times but each time made you fall for him even more. Under that shit talking, cool persona he was definitely hiding a more sensitive side…or perhaps more often than not in his case, he was shoving that side of himself away.

“Mhm…I really do. I don’t know how I couldn’t when-”. Whatever tangent you were about to start was cut off out of no where by the sound of the front door being swung open, causing you both to jump and quickly face your heads over to see what the absolute fuck was going on. The air ran cold in the room as you both watched as a disheveled man with fiery red hair make quick works of the locks before he braced himself with his hands on the door, catching his breath like he had just ran some kinda race. His shaky breaths filled the silent room as you slowly scooted back on to the furthest side away from him on the couch, throwing a worried glance over to Dude who had happened to look at you at the same time. All he needed was to see your expression to get his wits back about himself and slowly approach the stranger with his hand ever so slowly making its way to his coats pocket where he always kept his most trusty gun.

You couldn’t do much besides sit and watch whatever was about to go down, you wanted to scream at Dude to be careful but somehow, maybe due to your own fear, no sound would leave you. The air almost left your lungs when Dude finally spoke up. “Hey man….I think you got the wr-” before he could finish he flinched as the other man quickly spun around to face him and holy shit. The resemblance they shared in the face was uncanny give or take a few factors…

The intruders eyes grew wide with fear, wider and crazier than you have seen someone’s gotten before. “Shit…Shit.. FUCK NO. NO NO NO NO SHIT JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!” The stranger belted out so loudly it made his whole body shake. And for some god damn reason…. This made Dude scoff and stop reaching for his gun after he stared for a minute. Like he realized something that made him completely lose any fear he had previously. “Really? Come on. I don’t feel like dealing with this tonight.” Dude said like this was completely normal, like this was any normal slight inconvenience before he began to walk back over to a cup of hot chocolate he had placed on the table.

Dudes reaction did nothing to sooth your fears at all. Especially when the intruder suddenly dropped to his knees and continued to shake and what looked like tears due to anger began to well up. “I can’t… I won’t…” the man spoke to himself. For whatever reason, the sight of Dude to this stranger made him terribly afraid and petrified when he had been the one who broke in. You watched for a moment longer as the man’s hands ran over his face and under his glasses to block out his view of Dude while he continued to mutter to himself while breathing hard. Glancing back at Dude, he still seemed pretty unbothered as he sprayed some of the whip cream he’d grabbed earlier directly into his mouth. You had enough of being left in the dark about what was going on..really all you could possibly assume was maybe this was his kinda..strange deranged brother or something? But you wanted to be sure and have answers so you spoke. “D-Dude… Do you know this guy? What’s..going on?”

The sound of your voice caused the stranger to quickly pop his head back up from out of his hands, so quickly it had made you jump yet again. Silently he stared at you with his unnaturally wide eyes for a minute or two as though he was trying to process something. “I-…who? Y-you can see him too?” He shakily spoke, looking at you bewildered with the fact you could see Dude clear as day. Jesus, while this man is probably dangerous and mentally unwell, you couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of pity at how utterly terrified and confused he seemed…plus, he looked just so much like Dude, well more like a feral, slightly scrawnier version of Dude. Maybe that’s why you felt more inclined to slowly stand up, keeping your eyes on him as you carefully made your way over to him. He only scooted back away from you just a tad until you gently spoke and sat down on your legs in front of him. “Of course I can..Listen, are you okay? Should we call someone for y-” before you could finish, he had grabbed both of your shoulders roughly and his eyes shifted between you and Dude a couple times before he stared at you hard with the panic in his eyes still not leaving. “n..no you listen, he’s.. he’s really dangerous. He’s gonna hurt me and you and-and..” he tried to search for what to say next, whatever thoughts he had probably all jumbled up in his brain. He seemed so frightened.

“Hurt me? He…he wouldn’t ever. And he’s not going to hurt you. I promise.” You still kept a gentle tone as you spoke to him. The grip he had on your shoulders was a bit frightening but you felt like you had to try to calm him down somewhat before you could get anywhere, but your reassuring tone hadn’t helped. “Yes he will. I don’t know h-how you got in but we have to go.. and-” suddenly a hand came out from behind you and rested on the strangers shoulder and in a dark lower tone you had never heard Dude use before, he spoke. “I wasn’t planning to hurt you but hasn’t anyone taught ya not to touch stuff that ain’t yours?” Isn’t yours??…. God. You tried to ignore the way you felt a blush creep onto your face at that and whacked Dudes thigh with the back of your hand lightly to get him to ease up. “Dude, stop it. You’re not helping.” You said, not daring to look back at him after that comment. The man let go of you as he jerked his shoulder away from Dudes touch.

“I don’t think there is any ‘helping’ him.” Dude said with a roll of his eyes before yet again, leaving to go over to his oh so important hot chocolate. Whatever, you needed answers now and the redhead in front of you had seemed to chill out just a tad so you tried again to find out exactly what’s going on. “Uhm..So, how do you two know each other.” A simple question. They obviously had some kinda knowledge of each other at least. It should have been a simple answer but the question only made the man tense up again. “HE…terrorizes me everyday of my life! He makes my life a living hell! HES always around me. He’s-” Dude interrupted with a groan. “I just met you today pal. You’re getting me confused with another us if I had to guess.” Huh. Another ‘us’? Literally what in the hell was happening anymore. Maybe the redhead was confused too because he only seemed to squint at Dude for a bit. Well, maybe whatever Dude had meant by that had calmed him down because- “You can probably shape shift you bastard!!” The man yelled. Nope. Again Dude made a irritated noise and downed some of his own hot chocolate before setting it back down. “Y/N, your drink is done by the way. Probably isn’t as warm as it was though.” Dude wasn’t really any help so you decided to stop even trying to hope he would shed some light. You’d have to get whatever out of the guy in front of you.

Sighing, you slowly got back up off the floor and held out a hand to him for him to take. He looked at you quizzically which you expected. “Look, can you just tell me what got you here?” Again you used a softer tone and it seemed like this man really did trust you a lot more than Dude since he only had to think for a minute before taking your hand. You helped him up which he probably thought that was all you were doing, since he hadn’t followed you when you started to lead him along. But he did after only a second once he realized you were just going towards the couch. He sat down with you with his hands now held together as he looked around the area. He was taking in every little detail he could from what you could tell. His eyes followed along everything slowly and for a good while that’s all he did, to the point where you thought he might have forgotten you had asked him a question. You opened your mouth to ask again but he suddenly cut in. “I-I thought this was my house. I swear it was…is? Something..was following me and I know my house is here. It looked exactly li-like it from the outside.. but now.. unless the other me moved stuff..added stuff…” there it was again. Something about another ‘Dude’. “Another you? What?” You asked. Now he looked at you like you were the strange one.

“Yeah? Doesn’t he look exactly like me to you? I don’t even know why or how you can see the other me. No one has before.” He said looking at you up and down for whatever reason. “Eh, I don’t know about that skippy. I don’t have that mop of hair and scrawny little body like you. I’ve seen better looking versions of us.” Dude joked before coming up and handing you your drink. You rolled your eyes at that but thanked him for the drink before looking back at the man. “What’s with the whole ‘us’ thing? Wait- what’s your name?” You asked. “..I go by Dude. Just Dude.” Dude apparently 2.0 shrugged. They had to be playing a joke on you. This really just had to have been ‘your’ Dudes twin brother or something and they just wanted to fuck with you. It honestly pissed you off some thinking about it. All you wanted was to sleep somewhere warm and hell, maybe Dude would have gotten lucky eventually if he had played his cards right but now-. You looked over at your Dude who was standing behind the couch, with a frown.

“I don’t like this. Can you guys stop with the joke already? You win or whatever. I just wanted somewhere warm for the night” You looked genuinely a bit exhausted by all this and Dude, finally seemed to get the obvious hint to fill you in. He sighed and looked over to the other Dude who was just looking at the ground. “It’s not a ‘joke’. Believe me or not there is..multiple versions of me. Tons of other ‘Dudes’. I really don’t know this one. But I can assume he’s a really fucked up even more mentally deranged version of me, and some other ‘Dude’ must love messing with him if he’s that terrified of me. If you don’t believe me I can’t help you that much. Sorry.”

[yanderecandystore]

If you are a fuckin dumbass clap your hands 👏

If you are a fuckin moron clap your hands 👏

If you make them wait for you, for more than a year, if you just suddenly disappear clap your hands 👏👏👏

 It's been WAY TOO LONG OH MY GOD- How do you guys put up with me Jesus Christ.

 The last time I've talked about what was happening in my life I've mentioned that I just started working and trying to rebuild a social life, I also mentioned in one post how I got sick for a week or two I think- So I want to explain that part of the reason for me not writing anymore comes from the fact that my work exhausted me to oblivion.

 I realized that kids were just a lot harder to work with than I anticipated and that I didn't want to stay my whole life working in the daycare because I started to pick up on my … Very unhealthy habits of coping.

 So I recently quit, because my contract actually didn't seem to have a limit (I was so hoping it would have ended sooner but I'm glad I stayed longer, lmao I need money-). And I feel a lot better now, I'm not joking when I say that I actually got sick from work (the many times I got sick and couldn't do anything, were because of me being stressed, I no joke didn't notice this until my doctor pointed it out to me that I shouldn't be coming to see her with so little time in between meetings 💀)

 The other reason is that I started writing and drawing for a webcomic I wanted to make about Brazilian magical girls with a fairy theme- And I felt conflicted whenever I tried to write for both my blog and the webcomic (I'm sorry I'm a one minded person, because if I try making more than one thing my brain fries 💀💀). Which by the way, my job made me give up on that too, like I know jobs are not supposed to be fun, that work is hard and oftentimes we'll be tired- But I never felt more soulless than at that time.

Another reason was that Tumblr kinda took a lot of space in my phone so I had to uninstall it and using it's website mode is just 🤺🤺🤺

 I've been going to therapy now, to deal with my said unhealthy "coping habits" which I don't want to specify because you guys don't have to be burdened with that (also because it can be triggering to some), dealing with past trauma and how I can heal from it has been wonderful and to be honest I really do want to continue with the blog, but I have to be honest here: I'm a huge procrastinator when it comes to writing, I try to multi write (like multitask) different requests and fanfics at the same time- And that doesn't work for me 🤡

 So. My writing will probably be very slow, and again I'm sorry for everyone who sent asks LAST YEAR (I'm so sorry I'm not even joking like seriously that's so fuckin mean and I didn't mean to do that I just suck at doing tasks ;-;).

 I hope everyone is doing well, to everyone new I'm sorry you have to get to know the author by this way lmao, and I hope you're having a good day as well.

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[trashcanwithsprinkles]

when ur spouse says “i love you” but Ajax Tartaglia Childe 11th Harbinger of the Fatui quite literally:

met the love of his life in another reality, decided he didn’t want him to suffer or see his pseudo-sister/best friend die so he hatched a plan to prevent an eon long war thatd kill thousands of gods, MULTIPLE of which were Moraxs allies, successfully entered the abyss and found his master in another reality and recruited her to the cause, fought of a shade, held hands with morax after that (just a touch of affection for a treat), saved zhihao from the dream evil god guy, saved moraxs future son xiao which is now ajax and moraxs son that i guess they co parent with guizhong, then ajax proceeds to travel to snezhnaya and beat the shit out of celestial gods and get ANOTHER child and three random siblings that are actually his in another universe, bring them back to morax, make morax (unknowingly) fall in love with him, obtain cryo powers, then RETURN to snezhnaya with a kiss on the forehead, make it up to celestia after zephar threw a fit, get stuck up there, start a riot, then the Avengers of Teyvat come back him up (including his soon to be husband and basically sister in law (wait i cant remember if gui was there or not), as well as his kinda master), and they win that battle. AND MIGHT I ADD AFTER THAT, they then travel back to ajax’s own world to prevent Celestias attack on his world and inevitably the archon war as well, HE THEN REUNITWS WITH HIS REAL MASTER, TSARITSA, COWORKERS AND HIS BITCHADD FAMILY AND PROCEEDS TO KILL GOD,??? and then they all go back home.

and he does all this so morax doesn’t have to suffer the emotional turmoil of losing his friends. ajax did this for what he knew as a FICTIONAL character in a video game. bruh stopped an armageddon for his husband and didn’t think morax was gonna fall in love with him this man is denser than a metal ball i cannttttt 😭😭😭

anywYs super good chapter!!! i always laugh about this specific fic bc compared to the soulmate chili fic u posted it took like nearly 400k words to get them to realize they’re in love with eachother but it took like 130k ish in the soulmate one 💀💀 i’m so stoked for the next chapter. can’t wait for what ur cooking up!!!

you're right lmao 😭

i think the reason why things went so comparatively faster in itysg is bc zhongli was already 6000+ and childe was kind of faced with the idea that zhongli might want to marry him like- straight-up from the first couple of chapters, so like,,,,,,, coupled with the fact they know they're soulmates from the get-go, i think that kind of expedites his crisis to the next step hahah;;

and also bc in cyanide they spend most of the fic doing literally anything else so there's no time to question feelings lmao

but it's still very funny indeed;; i think cyanide is the longest i could possibly write it bc of all the shit they have to do that keeps them from thinking about it. you'd have to have an even longer plot or start their relationship from scratch (no interesting first impressions and no 'i know you from the game' ordeal, or even have them start as like- enemies, and slowly worky your way to friendship and then love)

but i really don't plan to write that, cyanide is i think on the longest spectrum of what i'm willing to go 💀

(catch me writing 600k next time, given my track record of not controlling what i write)

aaaa anyway thank you!! happy you're enjoying it!

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

8. you’ve reached the end, you are the winner

A/N: Hey, guys!! This chapter took a little longer than it should have because I’ve been a bit sick, so I haven’t had much energy for writing, but I’ve started feeling a lot better and I finally got this done!! This chapter is actually a bit short compared to the past ones, but after this, we have a short interlude and then the rest of the chapters after that, I expect will be much longer than the past ones, so I feel that leaving this chapter so short will be okay. I also wanna say, the only therapy experience I’ve had was an almost year long period in which I had therapy that never helped me a single bit (I used to think it was just me until I realized the therapy I thought was completely normal is actually really bad therapy according to the rest of the world 💀💀), so if the therapy session I have written out for this chapter is completely wrong and not good, then I apologize for that, I tried my best!!! I hope you enjoy this chapter either way!!

Pairing(s): Tristan x Lancelot

Summary: Tristan attends his first therapy session since the break-in at his apartment and Lance has an unexpected family emergency.

Tag(s): Therapy, vague mention of past events, lmao, fire, hospital and injury mention

Song Inspiration: Tag, You’re It By Melanie Martinez

Word Count: 3,712

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]

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"Dr. Dreyfus is ready for your session now, Mr. Liones." Miss Guila tells him, popping her head into the waiting area.

"Okay, thank you." Tristan thanks her quietly, standing up from the chair he was curled in. He walks out of the waiting area and down the hall towards the fifth room on the left side of the hallway. As he reaches the door, he knocks twice before turning the handle and going inside.

"Tristan, welcome!" Dr. Dreyfus greets him, standing up from his office chair and walking the few short steps over to the couch and two chairs taking up most of the room. "Choose whichever seat you like, as usual."

Tristan gives him a half-hearted smile and then chooses the couch, sitting all the way to the left and tucking himself into the corner. He specifically chooses the spot because it allows him to see the entire room, including the front door. He smooths his shirt down with slightly shaking hands, wishing more than anything that he could pull his feet up and curl up into a ball, but he didn't want to mess up Dr. Drey's couch. He tries his best to take in a few deep breaths, letting them out slowly. He could keep himself in check. He will. He's in control of the situation. He can see the whole room, he can leave whenever he wants to, Dr. Drey is not here to bring me harm. This place is a safe space. He just keeps repeating all of it in his head until it's the only thing he can think.

"Tristan." The other man in the room calls softly, lightly tapping a cup against the table beside the chair he's now sitting in.

Tristan sucks in a breath, blinking at him. "S-sorry, Dr. Drey." He whispers.

Dr. Drey sets the cup down, frowning. "There's no need for an apology, Tristan, you're perfectly fine." He tells him. The silverette just nods, not sure what else to respond with.

The brunette sighs softly and folds his hands in his lap. "So, what do you want us to talk about today?" He asks.

Tristan doesn't want to talk about anything. But he knows he needs to. He refuses to go backwards, and right now, he's at risk of doing so. "I want to talk about what happened two weeks ago." He whispers.

"And what happened two weeks ago, Tristan?" Dr. Drey looks at him with kind and concerned eyes, his full attention on Tristan and not in a "I'm studying your every move" kind of way.

It's one of Tristan's favorite things about the man. He always makes sure that you know he's listening. And he never takes his notes during a session like Tristan expected him to when he first started going to therapy. Dr. Drey says that lots of therapists actually do take notes during a session in that stereotypical way you always see in media, but he isn't one of them. He explained that he feels it just makes patients more uneasy and can distract them, and sometimes it can even mess with the focus of Dr. Drey himself. 'I've never been a very good multi-tasker, anyways.' He'd laughed. Right in that moment is when Tristan officially decided that he liked the man.

"Two weeks ago, I found out that I was being wa-watched." Tristan is sure that the doctor has seen or heard at least a little bit about what happened. The media knows that something happened - Lance leading a hysterical Tristan outside of his apartment building shortly before multiple police vehicles show up there doesn't exactly go unnoticed when one is followed around by paparazzi on an almost constant basis - but they don't know what it was. But besides that, Dr. Drey is a family friend nowadays and Tristan doesn't know if he's talked to his parents recently or not. "S-someone broke into my apartment while I wasn't h-home and they left an envelope filled with p-pictures they had taken of m-me. There was," Tristan takes a shaky breath as he feels the tears start to return to his eyes. He feels like all he's been doing for the past two weeks is cry. "There w-was also s-signs of them going thr-through my stuff." He stutters out.

"Were you at home when this break-in happened?" When Tristan looked at him, it appeared this question was not just to get the full story but also because the man is genuinely concerned.

"No, no, I wasn't home when it happened, don't worry." Tristan reassures. "I was out having dinner with my parents."

"So you returned home alone, then?"

"Oh, no, I had Lance with me. He was at dinner, too." He tells him.

"Lance?" Dr. Drey questions. "You're still seeing him, then?"

Tristan flushes slightly. He had forgotten that the last time he saw Dr. Drey was back before Lance officially became his boyfriend. "Oh, yeah. Uh, we're officially together now, actually. He's my boyfriend. That became a thing the weekend after the last time I saw you." The silverette explains, smiling softly for a moment at the thought of Lance. The blonde had been there for him as much as he possibly could over the last couple of weeks and Tristan was beyond grateful for him.

"Oh, well congrats, then. That's good to hear." Dr. Drey smiles at him. Tristan nods and Dr. Drey's smile drops as he continues the previous topic. "So, Lance was with you when you found out what went on in your apartment. You said an envelope of pictures was left behind. Did you look at the pictures?" He asks.

Tristan nods. "Yes. I, uh, I started getting the feeling that someone was watching me about a month ago, and then the envelope had my name on the front. Whoever it is wanted me to see it. I just felt the need to look inside the envelope. But the pictures..." Tristan's lip wobbles and he feels the fear rise in him, his eyes automatically beginning a glance over of the entire room, searching for secret cameras that he knows he won't find. "Th-they weren't just pictures of me o-outside and a-around town, like what the p-paparazzi takes. There was pictures of me inside people's h-houses, taken through w-windows. Th-they know wh-where everyone l-lives, everyone that I've gone to-to see in the last month at least. B-but then-" Tristan pauses, rubbing the palms of his hands against his jeans. "Th-there was a p-picture o-of me at my kitchen s-sink but it w-was t-taken from i-inside my a-apart-partment. It w-wasn't through a w-window. L-later on, the police ended up finding a c-camera inside the switch for my g-garbage disposal and that's where..." He trails off as his voice cracks and he clears his throat. "Wh-where the pictures was t-taken from."

"Was that...all the police found in your apartment?" Dr. Drey asks, brows furrowed.

Tristan shakes his head. "N-no. They-" A burn starts building in the back of his throat and his vision blurs as tears threaten to fall. "Th-they found nearly a d-dozen c-cameras-"

"Breathe, Tristan. Take your time, there's no need to rush the story out. Just take a moment to breathe." The doctor interrupts him with a gentle voice.

Tristan sucks in a deep breath, the breath he then lets out turns into a halfway sob. He is not doing this. He is not going to breakdown again right in front of his therapist. He squeezes his eyes shut and his fists clench as he spends a few minutes collecting himself. When he finally opens his eyes again, he sees Dr. Drey looking at him with concerned eyes and a disapproving frown at Tristan's actions. He shouldn't be so surprised. We've been doing this for 8 years now. Tristan thinks bitterly. It's not that he has anything against the doctor. Dr. Drey is awesome and he's helped Tristan through so much in the past. He just hates how screwed up his brain is.

"Lance and I actually ended up leaving the restaurant early that night. We never even finished our food." He speaks up suddenly, looking down at his lap and picking at the threads hanging from the holes in his jeans. "I got cornered by someone in the bathroom. I got scared, so I asked Lance if we could leave and Jade gave us a ride back a few minutes after the whole thing happened. The police don't think the incident was related to the break-in because there were signs that whoever it was left in a hurry which means they probably weren't expecting us to come back when we did." He tells him.

"What happened when the person cornered you? Did they hurt you?"

"No, he didn't hurt me. Not physically..." Tristan gulps. "But he knew things that he shouldn't. He started saying things to me about...about what happened when I was a kid." Tristan gives the man across from him a meaningful look. He doesn't need to spell it out, the doctor will know exactly what he's talking about. It's the event that first led to Tristan coming to see him in the first place, after all.

"He knew what happened?" The brunette gives him a surprised look.

"He did. And it...almost seemed as if he was taunting me. He kept asking me questions, but the way he spoke made it sound like he already knew the answers or something. He asked things like, "How did it feel?" and "How much do you remember?" but then the last question he asked was strange..." Tristan's brows furrow as he recalls the last question he'd heard from the man before he'd pushed him away and ran out of the bathroom. "He asked me if I felt guilty for framing Dustin for what happened."

"Wait, what? Dustin. Isn't that the one who-"

"Yes. Dustin is the one. And this person came to me and tried to claim that I framed that horrible man for what happened." Tristan scoffs and shakes his head. He's angry at the thought. He hasn't thought much about it between when it happened and now, if he's honest. But he feels disgusted that anyone could think of a man like Dustin Pendragon as anything but evil.

"Do you know how this man could've found out about things with that much detail? Was he someone you've met before?" The doctor asks.

"No, I've never seen him before as far as I can remember. He was a total stranger. I have no idea how he found any of it out, the only ones who should have access to any of that information are my family and the police." He says. "But it doesn't matter. That's not my main concern right now since he isn't working with whoever broke into my house. The police can't do anything about him anyways."

"Okay." Dr. Drey says slowly. "Have you been in your apartment much since things happened?" He asks.

"No, I...haven't even slept there since that night and if I ever need something from there, I always make sure at least one person is with me. I've been staying with Lance for the past two weeks."

"And what has Lancelot's reaction been to all of this?"

"Oh, he's mainly been worried about me, I think. He's been really protective and cautious. And he's always checking in with me no matter what we're doing, he always wants to make sure that I'm feeling safe. It's pretty nice, actually." Tristan admits.

"Does he know about what happened when you were younger?" Dr. Drey asks curiously.

Tristan frowns, looking at him. "No, I haven't told him yet."

His therapist nods. "Okay. I was only wondering. The two of you have only been together for a few months, I'd be surprised if you had told him already. I just didn't know if he'd heard anything from others or not."

"No, I've asked everyone I introduce him to not to mention it. But..." Tristan chews on his bottom lip. "I've actually thought about telling him."

"Oh? You really trust him, then?" The other man looks surprised again. Tristan isn't exactly very good at trusting new people. That's why up until three months ago, he only had all of three friends, one of them being his own cousin and all of them being people he first met when he was only a child. Tristan likes to think he can now call at least a couple of Lance's friends his own friends, too. Not close friends, not yet, but still friends.

"I do." Tristan admits. Lance has been a special case from the beginning, he knows that. When Tristan first realized just how much trust he truly has in the man, it scared him. It still scares him. For Tristan, trusting people so much is absolutely terrifying. But the entire time he's known Lance, all the man has done is prove again and again that he is exactly the person that he presents himself to be and nothing more. "I don't know what it is about him, but I just...feel safe with him. He makes me feel really, really safe." When he looks at Dr. Drey again, the man is smiling at him, a knowing look in his eyes. It's similar to a look he's received from his mother multiple times in the past and Tristan still can't quite figure out what it means yet.

He's about to ask his doctor to clarify the look when his phone rings. He pulls it from his pocket just enough to press the lock button and ignore the call, not looking at the caller ID. "So what-" He's cut off when his phone rings again and he frowns, doing the same thing as before. He then turns back to his therapist. "What does that mean?" Tristan questions. His phone pings a couple of times then, whoever was calling him now messaging him instead, he assumes.

"What does what mean?" Dr. Drey asks.

"That look that you just-" His phone pings a few more times and it's starting to irritate him. He supposes he should've put his phone on silent before coming into the room, but all these notifications in the middle of a session usually isn't a thing. "Sorry, I just need to put my phone on silent real quick." He says apologetically. Dr. Drey nods at him with an understanding smile.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket completely and wakes up the screen, intending to just silence his phone and nothing more. But as his lockscreen shows up, he ends up scanning over the messages waiting for him before he manages to do anything and his eyes widen. "I'm-I'm sorry, Dr. Drey, b-but, I, I really need to go." Tristan tells him, immediately standing up.

Dr. Drey stands up as well, looking at him in confusion. "Why? What's the matter?" He questions.

Tristan tears his eyes away from his phone for a moment to look back at the other man. "It's Lance, something happened a-and he's freaking out, I need to go call him. I'm so sorry, I really am, but I've never seen him like this, so I'd really rather just cut this off for now and reschedule if that's okay." He unlocks his phone and pulls up his contacts, already backing away towards the door.

"Of course, of course. I hope everything's okay, just call the office to reschedule whenever you're able to." Tristan barely hears him, turning and quickly walking out the door and down the hallway as he presses call on Lance's contact and puts the phone to his ear.

~*~

Lance speeds down the highway, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel anxiously. Thank gods I'm in front of the work rush. He thinks. His phone rings and when he sees Tristan's name, he quickly reaches over and answers, putting the call on speaker before putting his hand back on the steering wheel.

"Lance? What's going on? Are you okay?" Tristan asks him, worried.

"Uh, well, not really. I'm really sorry to bother you in the middle of therapy, I didn't really think much about that before I called." He apologizes. His mind's been a bit scattered since the moment his dad called him.

"No, no, it's fine, therapy can always be rescheduled, you're what's important right now." Tristan says seriously. Lance can't help but give a small smile at the man's care for him, but it quickly drops again. "Your messages, I didn't really understand much of what you were trying to say, you said something about your mom?"

Lance switches lanes, swallowing before he answers. "Yeah, uh, my dad called me a little bit ago. Tris, there was a fire at my parents' house, dad says it was really bad. Both of them made it out but mom's in the hospital, she got injured real bad, her whole torso is all burned up." Lance's face twists at the thought of how much pain his mom is in right now and just how close to death she came, according to what his dad told him.

"Oh no, that's awful!" Lance hears a car start on the other end that he assumes is Tristan's. "And your dad, he's okay? Is he injured, too?"

"He's got a few burns but none of them are nearly as bad as my mom's, he was never even checked into the hospital like mom was." He turns off the exit towards Benwick, where his parents had moved about 3 years ago. "This all happened last night, he didn't get the chance to call me until about three hours ago." He explains. Tristan had spent the day with Chion, Jade, and Isolde, so Lance spent the day catching up on some artwork, but everything was disrupted after he found out what happened.

"Three hours ago?" Tristan asks, surprised and confused.

"Yeah, um, I'm sorry, baby. I don't mean to leave you all alone. But I gotta go see my mom and do whatever I can to help out my dad. I left for Benwick as soon as I got off the phone with my dad, I'm almost there now. I would've called you way earlier but it didn't even cross my mind and then by the time I remembered, I'd forgotten about you going to therapy today and-"

"Hey, hey, Lance, baby, it's fine, it's okay. I understand, you gotta go be with your parents. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. You take as long as you need in Benwick." Tristan tells him sincerely.

"I'm probably gonna be here at least a few days, sweetheart, are you gonna be okay by yourself?" Lance asks him uncertainly.

"Yes, I'll be fine, I promise. I think I'll talk to Howzer, he's Donny's uncle, right? Last I talked to him, he told me that if at any point I felt unsafe, I could call him and he could stay nearby for awhile, make sure nothing happens. I think it's mainly a favor kind of thing since I know Donny., honestly, but I'll take it." His boyfriend says.

"Well, Howzer's also just that kind of guy. He's the police chief for a reason, after all. Of course, you being friends with Donny certainly doesn't hurt anything." The blonde says thoughtfully. "But if Howzer says he'll watch over you, he'll definitely put his best into doing so."

"Good. That's good. I-I think I'll call him and see if he'd be willing to stand by tonight, at least for a little while, since this will be my first time back in my own apartment since everything."

"Yeah, yeah, that's probably a good idea. Just be careful, okay? And if you get scared, just call me, no matter what time it is." Lance intructs.

"Yes, I will, and if you need me at all, then it's the same thing. Call me no matter what time it is." Tristan tells him.

Lance nods even though Tristan can't see it. His heart swells for appreciation and affection for the other man. "I-" He pauses, not quite sure what words his mouth is trying to form. He shakes his head, brows furrowed, and he decides to try again. "I...I-I'll miss you." He says softly.

Tristan stays silent on the other line for a long moment before he answers. "I'll miss you, too. Don't go meeting any boys that are prettier than me while you're gone, okay?" He replies just as softly.

"That's impossible, your majesty. You're the prettiest prince in all of Britannia." Lance intends for the comment to come out flirty and teasing, but current situation doesn't allow it to land the right away and he grimaces.

"Good." Tristan doesn't seem to mind, he knows how Lance meant it. "I'm gonna go ahead and hop off. Message me once you get there, okay?"

"I will. Be careful once you get home, Tris."

"You know I will. I'll talk to you later, Lance." And then he hangs up and Lance is once again left in the silence of his car. With nothing better to do, his mind wanders to all the possibilities surrounding his parents' situation and he sighs. The last hour of his drive to Benwick is going to be a long one.

~*~

A/N: How did you guys like it?? What do you think about our random new character name drop? 👀 How do we like therapist Dreyfus?? Also, as clarification, Guila is also a therapist, not a secretary. But anyways, please let me know what you guys think!! I would love to know!!!

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enchanted

she/her pronouns

summary: y/n and vinnie had liked each other for months until a new girl comes along.

warnings: angst, swear words

LISTEN TO ENCHANTED BY TAYLOR SWIFT!

y/n l/n and vinnie hacker; the rumored upcoming couple of tik tok.

after commenting on each other’s posts, flirting and teasing each other, their long awaited collab sent the entire internet into a spiral.

y/n and vinnie knew of each other’s feelings. how could they not? the constant touching, teasing, flirtatious behavior. they were drawn together.

everyone knew it too. the biggest influencer ship as of 2021, as stated on tik tok and twitter.

“vinnie, don’t you dare!” y/n gasped. the blond had picked her up, a wicked grin on his face as he got dangerously close to the pool.

“i swear, i’ll kick your ass!” y/n shouted, trying to squirm out of his reach. “tempting,” vinnie laughed.

vincent took a chance and jumped. y/n fell out of his arms as they hit the water, both coming up for air. “you’re dead, hacker!” y/n laughed, shoving vinnie underwater.

that was four months ago. y/n still smiles at the memory, until it becomes sour. a painful aching in her heart makes her stomach hurt as she can’t stop reliving the memories that took place a few weeks later.

y/n was in love with the blond. cliche, yes. but she couldn’t help it. his captivating smile, amazing personality, gorgeous looks. she fell hard.

of course, all good things end at some point.

that was until she came along. alex had introduced her to the hype house, saying she was thinking about joining.

y/n had her legs resting on vinnie’s lap, him drawing circles on her calves until alex came walking in. the way vinnie quickly pushed y/n’s legs off made her heart drop.

she was absolutely stunning. long blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, slim body. y/n was even captivated by her.

she introduced herself as sarah and y/n knew she was done for. the way vinnie hugged her a little longer then he should have.

that was the first thing that did it for y/n. second was when he began cancelling their plans last minute, until he eventually just started standing her up.

y/n waited patiently at the restaurant, her leg bouncing anxiously as she picked at her finger nails. vinnie was 15 minutes late.

15 minutes soon turned into 45 until she realized he wasn’t coming.

y/n laid in her bed, a black hoodie covering her hair as some random movie played in the background. she despised how she still loved vinnie, even if she heard from him two times a week.

obviously, their lack of posting with each other quickly caused their fans to be suspicious. however, vinnie only posted sarah once (and it wasn’t even her full face).

y/n couldn’t help but let her thoughts roam about it. was he ashamed? embarrassed? he posted y/n more than that. maybe he was using her?

she went back to the video every few days, reading the comments. barely any of them supported it, and everyone picked up that it wasn’t y/n.

it was vinnie driving his rx7 with sarah’s tan legs in the background.

user3455: that ain’t y/n yall

vinniesfan20373: what happened with y/n :(

user0653: who the hell is that

y/n couldn’t help but feel… proud that everyone didn’t support them. selfish, she knows, but she can’t help it. vinnie hacker broke her heart.

y/n clicked on an audio, beginning the recording.

after setting a timer, she quickly got up from her bed and set in on her dresser. “please don’t be in love with someone else,” she folded her body as she danced.

petty, maybe. but she needed to vent. after adding the text, “we were never dating, idc what he does. also me:” she posted it without any hashtags.

within seconds, she already got hundreds of likes. her 11.2 million followers quickly got the video out. within two hours it had a million views.

y/n clicked on the comments.

y/nfan: this is about vinnie huh :(

user5057261: here for u bae <33

vinniehacker: :/

usedbag3937: @/vinnie you fumbled big time💀

hypehouse383728: miss u and vin 🥺

a ding caused y/n to feel her stomach twist in knots.

vin <3: can we talk?

y/n: come over

fifteen minutes later a knock on her apartment door caught her attention. opening the door, she sucked in a deep breath. vinnie looked… different.

he got more tattoos, his hair was longer. okay, maybe not that different, but it felt different.

“hi…”

“hey…”

-

vinnie and y/n awkwardly moved to the house.

“listen, y/n. i came here because i need to apologize for how i treated you. i guess-“ vinnie took a deep breath.

“i guess i was scared because i was so fucking in love with you. i needed a distraction- and as horrible as that sounds to both you and sarah-“

“vincent-“

“please, y/n. it absolutely terrified me that i actually had all i wanted in a partner, and i wussed out and ran away. i’ve changed and i’m so fucking sorry. i miss you so much,” vinnie was practically in tears as his lip quivered.

y/n felt her own bottom lip quivering, tears threatening to fall. “you broke my heart, vinnie. i was- fuck i still am- so in love with you. and you just left me for the next model girl that walked in,” y/n heard her voice break as she cried.

vinnie had tears rolling down his face. he took y/n’s hands in his own, trying to comfort himself and her in this vulnerable moment.

“i’m so sorry i treated you like shit. you didn’t deserve that,” vinnie said.

“i want you, y/n. i’m so ready to treat you like how you need and deserve to be treated, like the fucking goddess you are.”

y/n swallowed. did she want this?

“i need time, vinnie. i’m open to talking again- but how do i know you’re not gonna do this again?” she asked.

“i understand. i’ll prove to you i’m so ready for you, and i’m willing to wait forever if that’s how long you need. i love you, y/n. you’re worth whatever wait.”

that’s what y/n needed to hear in that moment.

“i’m so glad we met,” she sobbed. she pulled vinnie in tightly, cherishing the way she felt to be back in his strong and safe embrace.

“i’m forever grateful for you, y/n. it was hell to not have you in my life. i didn’t know what i had until it was gone.”

“i love you, vin.”

“i love you, y/n.”