#thanks for the food i guess *slams my face into the plate* /pos

[total-drama-brainrot]

"It's okay, little buddy. Hypnosis isn't scary. Al had hypnotized me before and I'm alright!" Owen happily said to Noah. "I think you should let Al help you conquer your fear. I'll be right beside you, so nothing embarrassing will happen to you, I promise."

Noah hesitated, looking at Alejandro with a mixture of fear and suspicion. The other contestants, sensing the tension, nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, man. We'll all be here with you. You're not going to be alone." Tyler said.

Finally, Noah relented, feeling the pressure of his peers. "Alright, fine. But you better keep your word."

Alejandro grinned, his white teeth gleaming in the dim light. "Of course, Noah. You have my word."

Alejandro began to swing his necklace back and forth in front of Noah's face, the hypnotic movement calming his nerves. "Look at the pendant, Noah. Watch it go back and forth, back and forth. You're feeling more relaxed already, aren't you?"

Noah's eyes followed the pendant, mesmerized despite his best efforts to resist. "Yeah… it's… calming…" he muttered.

Alejandro smiled, his voice steady and soothing. "That's right, Noah. You're feeling very calm and relaxed right now. Your fears are beginning to fade away. You're starting to trust me. When I count to three and snap my fingers, you're going to fall asleep. One… Two... Three."

As Alejandro snapped his fingers, Noah's body relaxed completely, and his breathing deepened as he slipped into a deep sleep. Noah had a peaceful smile on his sleeping face. The other contestants watched with bated breath.

"Sleep well, mi amgio... He's going to need his rest now," whispered Alejandro. "But don't worry, I'll make sure that he's safe."

Most of the contestants nodded and walked out of the room.

Owen however hesitated. "... But I promised Noah that I would be right beside him when he wakes up."

"And you are a wonderful friend for doing that, but if you say or do something that wakes Noah up, it might reverse my work." Alejandro lies, looking at Owen with false patience.

Owen nervously looks at the sleeping Noah, then he sighs. "Okay then... If you say so, Al... I trust you."

Why does Owen feel like he's making a mistake?

As Owen left, Alejandro remained behind, standing over Noah. The Hypnotist whispered softly in Noah's ear, his voice like silk, "You're going to be so useful to me, Noah. You're going to help me achieve great things. You understand that, don't you?"

Noah's eyes still remained closed, but then he nodded slightly.

"Good boy. Now, let's put some more ambition in your mind, shall we?" 😈

anon, you can't just post an au fic of an au fic in my inbox and NOT expect me to go feral.

10/10, please post to ao3 so i can give you kudos. 👏

[fics-for-my-heart]

Broken B.H. (p.2)

Summary: After a bad breakup you go to the only person you know can help

Word Count: 2,338

Warning: Russ comes back and is a POS

Requested: This is Part Two of this one!

A/N: Very sorry this took so long! Hope you guys like it! Also, please see this post, it’s something I’ve been thinking about and would like some input on! Also, the book mentioned in this is real and i absolutely love Pippa Grant and all her books so give them a read (they are on kindle unlimited or on her website!)

Masterlist

It had been about three months since you’d shown up on Ben’s door a mess. The first few days you had stayed with Ben, unable to even get out of bed. But you eventually made it home to the welcome arms of Cordelia, who had made it her mission, along with Ben, to make you feel better. 

“Morning sunshine.” Cordelia said, bringing you breakfast, which she’d deemed your new morning routine . “Whatcha reading?” 

“One of Pippa Grant's books. This one is about baseballs ‘oldest virgin’ who gave up his superstition because he was traded to a bad team, and the team's super fan who is trying to cock block him. It’s conveniently titled ‘Jockblocked’.”

Cordelia joined you in bed, setting her own little fry up as well. “Uh, send me that because that sounds so funny. Are you sure you’ll be okay while I’m gone?” She asked for the hundredth time. 

“Yes, Cordi. Ben is coming over to stay while you’re gone. It’s your family vacation you can’t just not go.” 

“I can and will if you need me to stay.” She was deadly serious too. 

“I’ll be fine. Here I sent you that book.” You said, swiftly changing the subject. 

Cordelia rolled her eyes but didn’t fight it. “Sweet I’ll have something to read on the plane ride. What time is Ben coming over?” 

“He has to film most of the day but he said he would be over as soon as he finished.”

“Good. You haven’t been creeping on Russ have you?” 

How did she always know? “Only a little. Wanna know something fucked?” She hummed around her bite of food. “He proposed to her.” 

If she hadn’t swallowed the food in her mouth, it would have been all over your face. “Are you fucking serious?” 

“Yes. After that I blocked them both so I’m not tempted to look again.” Which was partly a lie, you had already unblocked him once to check his page. “It’s whatever. I’m washing my hands of him. Thinking back on it, our relationship really hasn’t been as good as I thought it had been.”

In the days following the break up, your mind started replaying everything. You were mad at yourself for realizing just how blind you’d been to the signs that things weren’t right. All the times he had come up with an excuse to not see you, the plans he’d change, sometimes last minute. The complete lack of effort that hasn’t been apparent was suddenly screaming at you. 

“It weirdly helps?” You finally continue, pushing a blueberry around your plate. “At first I was upset because I’d thought things were perfect. But now that I see it I feel..relieved? I guess. I don’t know.”

Cordi watched you as you spoke. She had been amazing about all this. “Maybe you subconsciously could feel something shifting and you tried to make up for it by trying to be more involved.” 

“I think so. Because I know I should feel upset still, but I don’t. At least not on the level I had been. It’s like this weight I didn’t know I carried has lifted and I’m ready to move on. Not necessarily that I’ve moved on, just I don’t think I actually loved him like I thought I did.” 

“I’m going to tell you something very important.” Cordelia said, moving the trays and turning to fully face you. “No one can tell you how to feel, or that your feelings are wrong. Everyone handles things in their own way and moves on at their own speed. Don’t feel like you can’t move on already just because someone else thinks you should be sad for months over this. It’s your life. Live it how you want.” 

She was right. And having some tell you that had you relax a bit. It was that trust that felt more hurt anyway. You’d trusted this man to love you and treat you the way you should and he broke that for a long time without you even knowing. Then publicly humiliated. You shook the thoughts off, shifting your attention to Cordelia, who was about to leave you for three weeks. 

—

A few hours later, the house was quiet as you curled up on the couch with some popcorn. Ben would be over soon, which sent some excitement though you. Though you’d told Cordelia that you weren’t quite ready to move on to someone new, you hadn’t been entirely truthful. 

Ben and you had spent just about everyday together since the break up. Which reignited some deep feelings you thought had gone away a long time ago. Which you were trying to ignore. Ben was your best friend and you didn’t want to risk ruining what you already had. But they were hard to ignore. The two of you would cuddle and watch movies. He would randomly show up sometimes with your favorite coffee or food. He loved taking you to set. Leading you around by the hand. The smile on his face as he talked was enough to make you feel genuinely happy. Sometimes you wanted to kiss him so bad when he smiled, or made you laugh. 

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. 

“Ben.” You laughed, not bothering to check who it was. “Why give you a key if you’re just going to..” your sentence died off as you saw who was really at the door. “Russ.” 

“Baby. Baby. Oh I miss you.” His words were slurred and his eyes were bloodshot. 

You pulled the door closed a bit, locking the bottom lock as you did. “Go home, Russ. You’re drunk.” 

“Babyyyyyyy.” He groaned, taking a step toward you. 

“No. Shut up. You cheated on me and we broke up. Remember. Go home to your fiancé.” You made to close the door but his hand slapped against it. 

“Don’t be like that, we had some fun times.” He tried to wiggle his eyebrows but failed. “Let’s relive some of them.” He closed his eyes and puckered his lips.

This time you were able to close the door, flipping the deadbolt as quick as you could.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” He started hitting the door, hard. “You bitch. Fucking let me in.” He moved to the window, knocking hard on it. His bloodshot eyes followed you as you ran to the living room for your phone. 

“Siri, call Benny on speaker.” You called frantically, unable to find your phone on the couch. Russ continued banging on the window

“Y/N?” Ben's voice was muffled, you threw a pillow off the couch just as Russ yelled again. 

“Come on! Let me in you bitch!” 

“Y/N?” This time Ben was louder. “Are you okay? What’s going on?” 

“Russ! He’s here and he’s drunk. He won’t leave!” You grabbed your phone and ran for the bathroom.

“I’m almost there.” The rev of his engine sounded through the speaker. “Where are you?” 

“I locked myself in the bathroom.” There was a crash, and the sound of breaking glass. “Oh my gosh Ben I think he just broke the window.” 

“I’m almost there. Just stay quiet. But don’t hang up.” 

You covered your mouth, your face wet with tears as Russ called out. “Y/N. Why are you hiding? I just want to play a little. I know you always enjoyed that thing I could do with my tongue.” There was more crashing as his steps echoed in the hall.

“Don’t listen to him. I’m pulling in now. Call the cops.” A door slammed and suddenly Ben was yelling. “Oi, you weasel. Get the fuck out of here.”

Your hands shook as you hit the emergency button on your phone

“9-1-1 what’s your emergency?” The female operator's voice was calm compared to the ones in the hall. 

“My ex. He broke into my house. I think it’s drunk.” Your voice was shaking as you tried to be quiet. 

Keys clicking. “Okay, I’ve got your location and responders are on the way. Is there anyone else there?” 

“Yes. My friend. He just got here. Ben. His name is Ben.”

“Okay hon, can you tell me where you are in the house?”

“The bathroom.” There was a gentle knock on the door. “Oh god.” 

“Y/N. It’s me.” Ben called through the wood. “He ran out the door. It’s safe.” 

You stood on shaking legs and opened the door. Ben had a huge red mark on his cheek. 

“What’s happening, ma’am?” 

“He left.” Ben responded, taking your phone as you wrapped your arms around him. “Yes ma’am. I think he might be on something. Yes. He did but I didn’t. Okay. We will thank you.” He slipped your phone in his pocket and held you close. “Shh it’s okay. She said someone is going to come take a statement and pictures of the house. You’re coming to my house.” 

The events that followed were a blur. The living room was trashed. The window by the door was broken. Ben had a bruise showing up on his cheek. You mindlessly packed as Ben spoke with someone in the living room. Then you were off to his house. 

You must have fallen asleep in the car because when you woke up you were curled up on Ben's bed. You could hear him talking just outside the door. 

“No it’s okay. You don’t have to come home. Yeah she’s going to stay with me till you get back. I’ve already got someone scheduled tomorrow to fix the window and clean up the mess. You know I will. We will call if anything more happens. Enjoy your vacation.” The door opened, then the bed dipped. He dragged his fingers through your hair. “Hi.” 

“How long was I asleep?” 

“Not long. Cordelia tried to come home.” He gave a soft laugh as you pushed closer to him. 

“I heard. Thanks for telling her to stay. She’s done so much. She deserves a vacation. Honestly you do too.” 

“Anywhere I go, you’re going with me.” He stated matter-of-factly. 

You sat up to refuse but grimaced at his cheek. “I’m sorry.” You lifted your hand, soft fingers touching the bruise as his head turned into your touch. “Why did he punch you?”

The breath of his laugh hit your arm. “Uh. I told him I was your boyfriend.” 

Your heart leapt to your throat and your hand stilled on his face. “Oh?”

“He said I was lying so I just kept saying it, leading him away from the bathroom door. Finally he pulled back and punched me, then ran off like the little bitch he is.”

Tears blurred your vision as you looked away from him. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” 

“You didn’t drag me into anything.” His fingers went under your chin, turning you to meet his eyes. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You mean too much to me, and I’ll fight and take as many hits to the face as it takes to keep you safe.” He slipped his hand around to cup your face. “Plus I think I look pretty badass.” He laughed. 

And you lunged at him, meeting his lips with such force he fell back against the headboard. “Mmmph.” After a moment, his hand pushed against the back of your head, kissing you harder. His lips were soft against yours, gentle as he tried to pull you closer. 

With a gasp you tried to jump back, not making it far with him still holding you. "That was…" You trailed off, chuckling at the dazed look in Ben's eyes. "Sorry." You whispered.

This time he met your lips, kissing you quickly before resting his forehead against yours. "You have got to stop apologizing." His thumb dragged across your bottom lip, green eyes staring right into yours. "It was perfect." 

Your heart was beating so fast, and there were butterflies in your stomach as a smile crossed your lips. "I've been wanting to do that for weeks." 

His eyes crinkled as he smiled. "Really? Oh thank god. Me too." He kissed you again. And again. And again. 

After who knows how long, because honestly, kissing Ben seemed to make time slow down, the two of you were just laying there. His hand drawing lazy shapes across your back. "I guess we should make it so you're not a liar." You laughed. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well." You started, picking at an invisible piece of lint from his shirt. "You told Russ you were my boyfriend. If you want, we can make that the truth." 

His hand stilled for a moment, before continuing. "Are you sure? We don't have to rush anything. I'm willing to wait till you are ready." 

"I am." You sat up, crossing your leg and watched him watch you. "I've actually been thinking a lot about it and I'm ready. It's something that has been on my mind lately. As Cordelia  said, I was trying too hard to make up for the fact that I didn't want to see that Russ and I were falling apart. The past few months I've realized that spending time with you has kind of brought up some feelings I might have had a while back." He smirked, giving you a raised eyebrow look. "Sh. I'm serious. Maybe take it slow, but I think I'd like to make this work."  

Ben was quiet as he looked at you. His eyes scanned your face as your heart started beating faster. Then he leaned in closer, cupping your face with both his hands. "Then let's make this work. Your speed. Anything you need. You tell me if something feels weird and we can work it out. A relationship is a two person thing, and we will work to make it work." 

"That sounds good. I really like that plan." You said, smiling at him, then you whispered. "Can we kiss again." 

"Anything you want." He smiled, pulling you forward and locking his lips to yours.