Oc oneshots I made

trauma (Detective x Notme)

This is an old story I never posted

((Detective’s point of view))

I never understood why Notme hated being touched. He wouldn’t let me hug him, pat his back, nothing. Whenever I tried, he yelped and backed away. I only found out why after years of knowing him.
We had scheduled a hangout for today at my house. He was running late, but I just brushed it off. The doorbell rang after about half an hour. I answered it, and Notme was standing there with a slightly black eye. His smile wavered, seemingly forced. He looked like he was on the verge of tears.
“H-Hey Detective!” He stuttered slightly. I couldn’t respond.
“N-Notme… what happened?”
“H-huh? What are you talking about?” It was obvious he knew exactly what I was talking about, but was trying to act happy and oblivious.
“Your eye…” I tried to reach for the side of his face, but he flinched and covered his eye.
“I-I um- I…” he stammered.
“Let’s go inside, we’ll talk about it in there.”
We sat on the couch together. I noticed his arms were super stiff, close to his chest, as if he was in fear.
“So, why is your eye black?” I asked. He shivered a little.
“I can’t tell you… it’ll happen again if I do…”
“What do you mean?” I inquired. A few tears left his eyes.
“M-my stepdad punched me… a lot…” he admitted.
“What?! Why?!” I shouted, making him flinch.
“I started talking about my crush by accident…”
I knew Notme was gay, so it must be horrible for him to have a homophobic parent.
“Has it happened before?”
“Hundreds of times… he said if I told anyone, he’d hit me so hard it would break my rib cage..”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. His dad was that abusive?
“Umm.. you know why I always wear my jacket?” He inquired. He rolled up his sleeve, showing many scars. They looked like a combination of bruises and self harm cuts.
“No…” I said quietly. I felt water welling up in my eyes. I was devastated to know that all this happened to my absolute best friend.
“Is this why you never let anyone touch you? Are you scared it’ll hurt?” I asked. He nodded. I thought for a moment. “Is it okay if I hug you?” He glanced at me before quickly wrapping his arms around me. I was surprised, but I quickly returned the embrace. He started fully crying, sobbing and shaking. I had many tears leaking from my eyes as well.
“Hey Detective?” He inquired after his sobs died down.
“Yeah?”
“R-Remember h-how I said I had a crush on someone?” He asked.
“Yes?”
“The crush… it’s you…” he confessed. “It has been for a year…”
I hesitated to respond. “Notme… I love you too. I hate how you are being treated. You deserve better. Way better. I just want to smother you with love, all the love you deserve.”
He sobbed, but not in sadness or fear. He was crying tears of joy. He squeezed me as tightly as he could. I just wanted to give him all the happiness his father denied him.
He deserved his happiness.
(Timeskip)
We leaned on each other’s shoulders as we watched tv together. Without warning the doorbell rang. I went to answer it. It was a man that looked to be in his late thirties.
“Where’s my son.” His tone sounded more like a demand than a question. “It has been hours after his curfew.” Rage boiled inside me.
“He doesn’t want to see you.” I replied sternly.
“Well he has to. It’s time for him to go home.” His dad tried to push past me, but I stepped in his way.
“No.”
He looked at me skeptically.
“What do you mean no?”
“I won’t let you hurt him.” I replied, my voice filled with anger. “I will not let you anywhere near my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? Oh no he did not!” He exclaimed furiously. “Nolan, get over here!”
Notme nervously walked into the foyer. His dad shoved me out of the way, which hurt a surprising amount. I watched as he stormed over to Notme, grabbing his wrist and twisting it. He cried out in pain before his father proceeded to punch him in the face so hard it nearly knocked him unconscious.
The man then walked over to me, and started screaming at me. I couldn’t hear him over the sound of my beating heart. Soon he walked back over to Notme, at which I quietly called the police.
They arrived soon enough to catch Notme’s father in the act. I was so thankful.
The police asked me a few questions, like how long I knew about this, how many times he had been abused, etc.
Notme was unconscious from head trauma. the sight of his scars sickened me. They were all over his body.
His face was bleeding from the punches he had endured. My heart sank as a few first responders took him to the hospital.
Notme was out for a few hours. He was incredibly tired and loopy when he woke up, but I was relieved that he was alright.
“I’m glad you’re okay.” I told him. He put his hand on my cheek. And after months of having a huge crush…
He kissed me.