Tharntype oneshots

memories

Mentions of sexual assault

Type was kicking the football around during practice when techno suddenly came up to him.

"Type, could you go get the bag of footballs from the storage room? We're teaching the juniors some drills today and we need more balls."

Type nodded as he made his way towards the storage room. As he opened the door, he spotted a strangely familiar looking man fixing the side of the bleachers.

Type wasnt sure why he recognized him, but he felt uneasy around him.

He got the bag and left to return to techno.

"Hey no, do you know that guy over there?" Type asked his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Ah yeah hes the new maintenance guy, he just got hired actually. Used to tile roofs at some resort years ago." As techno said that, types heart stopped.

"You said, he used to be a roofer?" Type swallowed.

"Uh. He worked over by the beach like ten years ago or something." Techno I formed as be dumped the balls onto the grass.

Types eyes went big as a memory flashed in his head.

He shook his head which alarmed techno.

"Oi, type? You okay?"

Type felt his breathing hitch.

"I'm fine, im going to the toilet." Type said before rushing off to the mens room.

He stood in front of the mirrors his chest heaving violently with shaky breaths. He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to call down. He took out his phone and clicked tharns contact.

"Hello? Type?"

"You're coming to practice today right?" Types voice was shaky.

Tharn paused for a second before responding.

"Yes, of course. I want to see my boyfriend be the coach." He said with a flirtatious tone.

"Okay, when will you get here?" Type cursed at himself for soundimg so nervous.

"I will be there soon, is everything okay type?" Tharn noticed types shaky voice.

"Fine, just hurry up okay?" Types voice became harsh as it normally does.

"Okay, baby"
"Dammit tharn, dont call me that." Type scolded even though he was smiling as tharn called him that.

"I'll be at the feild in ten minutes, see you soon." Tharn informed.before hanging up.

Just as type was about to leave the bathroom, he turned around to face the maintenance man.

Type froze.

When he looked into the mans eyes, he got instant flashbacks to when he was eleven. Those dark beady eyes looking at him as the man seductively bit his lip as he stsred upon young type.

Type tried to walk past him but the man grabbed his arm.

Type shook.

"Let me go..." Type said, his voice barely coming out.

"This can't be, ive been waiting to see you again little one." The mans voice was low and raspy just like it had been ten years ago.

"Let me go!" Type screamed before being pinned up against the wall.

"Wow little one, I guess you're not so little anymore huh?" The man whispered in Types ear as he pressed himself against type.

Type squeezed his eyes shut as a few tears rolled down his cheeks.