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tusk ★

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If at night, at 1am I'm laying awake, staring at my ceiling, my arms hurt, they've been itching for the last hour and I've been scratching every itch. My arms are covered in red lines from it.

And I can't sleep because of it. It's irritating and I decide to scroll on Instagram reels for awhile. After an hour or so, I lay down and try to get some sleep. It doesn't work. Fuck this. I get up and make myself a microwave chocolate chip mug cookie and a coffee. Hopefully the caffeine shall put me to sleep.

It does. For half an hour. I wake up sweaty. I listen to vocaloid for another half hour, to drown out my neighbours fucking too loudly. And then I can't sleep again. I sob into my pillow and then— oh, and then—

A knock at my door? Who could that be?

I open it, expecting a serial killer, or worse — a scary man you'd see only in a dream.

Missile?

"Hey..?" I feel a blush creep onto my face. I wasn't expecting this. Here I am standing in front of Missile, face getting hotter with fucking bed hair!!

"I'm so sorry, I would've sent you a text but my mum kicked me out and I have no data." he's panting. Did he walk here?

"Please come in." I feel terrible for him. He's been kicked out? Why? Did his mum find his messages between him and I?

I want to kiss him, though. Just a thought. It makes me more scared and my face gets hot again.

He stands there, unsure.

"Uh, I'm sorry. I've never done this before." I cover my face. I know it's bad, I can feel it.

I don't see it, but I know he waves his hand forgivingly. "Don't be. I just need a place to stay and... you're the first person I thought of."

How sweet. My mind takes me back to all the times he's pissed me off and I sneer at him.

Aha! I could play my anxiousness off real cool if I just act like a cunt!

"You could've gone anywhere else," I turn away from him.

"I'm sorry. I'll go."

"What the fuck? No you will not. You will stay, there's no point in going anywhere else now, you fucking idiot." I can't tell what his expression is, I couldn't tell you. "Do you like cookies?"

He nods.

Aaaaahhh. Fuck. Fuckxjxjdishdjdbsuxh how am I supposed to invite him in my bed (not sexually) now? Do I use a pickup line?

"Are you tired?" nvm I got it.

He shrugs. "I mean I guess. I got kicked out of bed by my mum in the middle of the night, so I'm more flabbergasted than anything."

"I'm sorry, love." ohdhdhudhd what the fuck? Why did I say that out loud? But then relief washes over me as his expression changes from ??? to !!! very flustered and I can tell cuz he smiles all big and his eyes go all small and he looks down and it's so fucking cute.

"Tell you what, I'll make you a sandwich, then we can go watch Tusk in my bed if you like?" I smile at him and he goes redder.

"Uh, yeah, sure." Missile retreats slowly. "Wait uh- um, in your bed?"

"Yeah. You can fall asleep on me, like in your fantasies."

He dies again.

I make him his sandwich and we go.

I hide my face in his chest in the surgery scenes, and he laughs at my gape at the walrus/human/flesh thingy.

Then he falls asleep on me. Like in his fantasies.