Treebros Oneshots

Wumptober day 1: "This wasn't supposed to happen"

Hello!! I know it's been a great deal of time since this book has been updated, but I will be participating in Whumptober this year! Now, I won't be able to update every day, but I will get all 31 oneshots out by the end of this month. Please enjoy!!

TW: Drinking, spiked drinks, non-con flirting, inappropriate comments, and non-con flirtatious touching, s3xual harassment (please don't read if any of these are triggers for you or make you uncomfortable)

Prompt: "this wasn't supposed to happen"

It was a chilly October night when Connor and Evan invited some work friends to a night out with them. They didn't plan on going far— just to a nice, quiet bar a few minutes past the apartment the two boys share. Besides, it was their default hang-out spot, the workers loved the couple and it fulfilled Evan's love for shitty bar trivia.

And speaking of bar trivia, as the five bought their second round of drinks, one of the bartenders announced that 90's Classic Television trivia would begin in five minutes.

Evan looked over at the announcer, trying to resist the urge to go over and play, not wanting to drag Connor and their friends over knowing how much he hated trivia.

"Ev, honey, go play, have fun," Connor placed his hand on his boyfriend's arm, smiling at him.

"No, it's fine— I don't want to,"

"Evan, I can tell when you're lying, go! You love trivia, besides, I'll be alright, I've got these assholes to keep me in line while you're gone,"

Alice, one of the three friends that tagged along with Evan and Connor, playfully shoved Connor with a chuckle.

"We got him, kid," Emery, one of Alice's girlfriends, assured Evan, "go play you're nerdy trivia,"

Delighted, Evan stood up, quickly gave a kiss to his boyfriend and flashed a smile to his friends, and made his way over to the trivia tables, his untouched drink in hand.

The man passing out question sheets gave a friendly greeting to Evan, having formed an acquaintanceship with him. Usually, they encouraged players to work in teams, but the bartender knew Evan well enough to know not to force that idea upon him.

Moments before the game was about to begin, a figure, noticeably tipsy, stumbled behind Evan and plopped down on the stool next to him.

"Well hello there handsome,"

The stench of alcohol laced in this stranger's breath skyrocketed Evan's anxiety faster than he could process. "C-Can I h-help you... help you with something?"

"I'm only looking for some friendly conversation, jeez, is that not allowed?"

"N-No, of course it... of course it is- I'm sor-"

"Slow down gorgeous, I was only teasing." He began to run his grimy fingers through Evan's curls, making Evan swallow back vomit. "You should probably start getting used to it if it's going to continue throughout tonight,"

He needed to run. He needed to get away from this horrid, disgusting man. Fight or flight, and in this moment, his body chose flight.

"Excuse me, I-I need to... need to find the restroom,"

Struggling to wriggle out of the stranger's grasp, Evan sprinted to the bathroom as fast as he could, almost knocking his drink off of the table in the process.

Once the door behind him swung shut, he slammed his trembling hands on the cold, porcelain sink top.

He needed to breathe. He had learned so many breathing exercises, why couldn't he remember any? Wait— there was one his mother had taught him during a particularly bad panic attack; breathe in for five, hold for four, exhale for eight. Or was it breathe in for four and hold for five?

It didn't matter. Evan could feel his heart racing, pounding in his ears, so he just picked some order and tapped his index finger along to his breathing. It was a grounding technique Connor had taught him that was a lifesaver in times of need.

Once Evan felt stable enough, he cracked open the door, feeling a weight lift off of his shoulders when he saw the creep had left.

Returning to his seat, Evan realized his drink was still sitting there untouched. So, sitting back on the spinning stool, he drank until the short glass was empty.

"Aw, don't drink without me, baby! I was only gone for a minute,"

Well fuck. The moment he thought he was gone, this asshole returned somehow even drunker than he had been before.

"P-Please, leave me alone." A whimper escaped Evan's lips.

"Well, we haven't even gotten acquainted yet! Pretty boys like you can call me Adam, and what about yourself?" Adam slipped his arm around Evan's shoulders. "Did they give you a name to go along with those dashing good looks of yours?"

Evan attempted to squirm away, only for Adam to tighten his grip and tuck a strand of hair behind Evan's ear, leaning in close. "I'm certainly going to need to know it if I'll be screaming it tonight,"

He could feel Adam's ankle running up and down his leg. He wanted to scream and cry and run and flail his arms until somebody took him away from this nightmare, but he couldn't.

His eyelids were too heavy and his head was full of cotton. Something was wrong, but Evan couldn't figure out what it was.

A bony hand found its way to his waist, the other caressing the panicked man's cheek. Evan's heart was practically leaping out of his chest, but Adam paid no attention to that.

"Don't worry darling, just breathe. You'll like this,"

Hands. Hands on him. A stranger's hands on him. A stranger's hands pressing into his hips and leaning very close to his lips—

And then it was gone.

"Get your dirty fucking hands off my boyfriend you piece of shit!"

Despite his vision becoming fuzzier by the moment, he recognized a familiar figure towering over a fallen stool, a man sprawled out on the floor to go with it.

"Con...?"

Connor spun around, quickly shifting his attention to his boyfriend. He immediately noticed the lack of focus and his wandering eyes, knowing that bastard had truly done something to his Evan.

"Ev, lovely, are you okay? Can I touch you?" He asked, holding out his hand for his lover to grab, only for Evan to continue dissociating.

Connor had no clue what could be doing this to him. He didn't think it was a panic attack; Evan had never had one like this in the past. Suddenly, his gaze lowered to the empty glass on the table in front of them, and everything clicked into place.

"Shit! Emery, I need you to call 911, that fucker spiked his drink. Alice, Jane, go grab the bartender and tell him what's happening so he can take this asshole. I'll stay with Evan,"

"On it."

As the three girlfriends went off to do their assigned tasks, Connor stayed in front of Evan, refusing to move. It wasn't until tears rolled down his cheeks that Connor was permitted to touch him, rapidly wiping away each tear and whispering sweet remarks just loud enough for him to hear.

"Co...Connor... I'm so... so sorry,"

"No, no love, you have nothing to be sorry for. You did nothing wrong, my sunshine, this isn't your fault." Connor's voice cracked, letting emotion seep through. He wasn't ready to let Evan go, he needed Evan to be okay.

"This-This... wasn't supposed to... happen. 'M scared..."

Evan's vision turned black and cloudy, feeling himself sway as he lost the image of his boyfriend sitting beside him. Everything sounded miles away, but there was one last phrase he could catch before his eyes would shut and his head would roll back.

"Just hang on sunshine, you're gonna be okay. Hang on."

I hope you enjoyed this oneshot, i love you all so much, and I am beyond glad to be back!!