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spookysweet-heart · 3 years ago

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Don’t Board It Up

Commission: Yes!

Pairings: Natemare x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Youtuber Egos

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you to @forbiddenstars for commissioning me to write this! I had a lot of fun writing this for you! Hope you all enjoy it! Collage was made by me! Edited by @semiproeagle!

“C’mon, it’s my turn!”

“No way, it’s my turn! You’ve been hogging the controller for an hour already! Natemare said we get an hour each!” Natpai pouts at Bones, who just ignores him for a moment, continuing to play the game.

“I know, but I haven't died yet! That’s not fair!” Bones takes his arm back from Natpai who was gripping onto his sleeve.

“Quit being an asshole and let me play something for once!”

Phantom walks into the living room, ignoring the other two as he makes his way to the couch. Paying attention to his phone, he doesn’t notice Natpai sitting next to him right away.

“Ooh, texting your girlfriend again?”

“Dude, seriously, how many times have I told you not to do that!” Lightly shoving Natpai away from his side, Phantom goes back to texting.

Natpai rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. “Yeah, well I wouldn’t have to if Bones would just LET ME PLAY!!”

“Hey, no yelling, that shit's annoying.” Looking over at Bones, Phantom sighs. “Can you let him play? You’ve been at it for a while now.”

“No way-” Bones is interrupted when the doorbell rings.

“I got it!” Natemare walks out of the kitchen, cleaning his hands on his apron.

“Mare! Bones won't let me use the Playstation!”

“Bones, what did I tell you! You guys get an hour each, I don't care if you haven't died yet, find a damn save and give the controller to Natpai!” Mare opens the door and looks over at Phantom. “You can help, you know?”

“I could, but they don’t listen to me. Besides, I have to study, exams are coming up.”

“Yeah, and I don’t see you with a textbook in your hands, now do I?”

Phantom rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to his phone.

“Did I come at a bad time?” You smile at Mare while holding onto an empty tupperware in your hands.

“No, not at all. Oh here, let me take that back.” Reaching out to take the tupperware, he motions for you to come inside. “I just started dinner if you wanna stay for a while?”

“Oh um, some other time would be perfect, but I actually have plans with my parents for dinner.”

“I thought your parents weren’t living around here anymore? Did they come to visit?”

“Yeah, they got some time off of work to come down here today. They wanna catch up over dinner. You know how it is. My dad's probably gonna grill me on my grades, though. Kinda slipped up in math, but I mean it’s my last general course then I’m off to do my major.”

Mare puts the tupperware on the table that's by the door. “Yeah, right. Well, I hope your night is fun. I know mine will be with these guys.”

“Dude, you did not just turn off the PlayStation!” Both of them hear Natpai yell from the living room, making Mare visibly annoyed.

“I can tell. Thanks for lunch the other day, by the way. It was really good!” You smile up at him, feeling a little nervous.

“I’m glad it came out good. You and Bones both like the same thing, and since I had a lot of leftovers, I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“I did! Thanks again! Hey, maybe we can hang out tomorrow? I don’t have class all day.”

“That should be fine. I get off work around five, we can get something to eat near your place.”

“Yeah! That works for me! See ya tomorrow!” You give him a quick hug before waving goodbye.

Mare smiles, waving back as he watches you walk down the street. Closing the door, he takes the tupperware with him to the kitchen.

Bones walks in behind Mare, grabbing a cookie from the plate on the counter. Before he can take a bite though, Natemare takes the cookie back. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

“And now you’re not. Dinner is almost done, go set the table.” Mare checks the food in the oven and calls over his shoulder to Bones. “Oh yeah. You’re grounded tomorrow night.”

Stopping right as he enters the dining room, Bones turns back to Mare. “Seriously, again?”

Mare stands back up, grabbing the stack of plates that are on the counter. “Yes, again. Maybe if you listened for once and did what I told you instead of being a brat, then maybe you wouldn’t get in trouble.”

Bones rolls his eyes, taking the plates. “Whatever, since when did you get so parental?”

“Since you started being an ass for no reason. You’re gonna apologize to Natpai later, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. I am.”

“Good!” Mare ruffles Bones’ hair, turning back around to finish dinner.

After dinner, Phantom helps Mare clean up while the other two get ready for bed. He notices Mare being more quiet than usual. Picking up a napkin, Phantom balls it up in his hand and tosses it at Mare, catching him off guard when it hits him in the face.

“What the hell, Phantom?” Picking up the napkin, Mare places it with the rest of the trash.

Phantom shrugs as he puts another plate in his pile. “You’ve spaced out lately, especially after (Y/n) came by earlier. What’s up with you two?”

“Nothing's up. I’ve just had a lot on my mind with everything going on.” Making his way to the kitchen, Mare throws out the trash he collected from dinner. Passing Phantom on his way to finish clearing the table, Mare stops when he sees him giving him a look. “Seriously, it’s nothing.”

“I don’t think it’s nothing. I think you like her and don’t know how to confess.” Phantom takes the dishes to the sink to start washing them. “You can just tell her, I don’t think it’ll turn out bad.”

Bringing Phantom the last of the dishes, Mare carefully puts them in the sink. “Look, so what if I do? I can’t just confess to my best friend like that. (Y/n) and I have been friends since middle school. We’re practically like siblings.”

Phantom hands Mare a few dishes to dry and put away before he responds. “Is that how you really feel?”

“No, but it’s probably how she feels.” Mare dries each dish carefully, putting them away.

“Why not at least try? Instead of going to a restaurant why not just go to a park before the sunsets? You guys can just bring the food there, and it wouldn’t be noisy. You’d be able to talk and bring it up. It’ll be fine.” Handing him the last of the dishes, Phantom turns off the water and washes away any soap that was leftover in the sink. He glances at Mare who stares down at the cup he’s drying. “You have every right to be nervous, but c’mon, you've got this. When has being nervous stopped you from doing anything?”

Mare sighs, putting the cup away. “You’re right, I just don’t want to risk losing another friend.”

“Last time wasn’t your fault. Fallouts happen between friends, it's normal.”

Mare smiles at Phantom, tossing the rag over his shoulder. “Go to bed, it’s getting late.”

“You better take my advice.” Phantom smiles back at Mare before heading up to his room.

The next day after work, Natemare rushes home from work almost tripping over his own feet as he stumbles inside.

Bones looks up from his laptop where he’s sitting on the couch. “You okay?”

“Fine, where’s Phantom?” Regaining his balance, Mare walks into the living room looking around.

“He’s at Lexi’s, he said they were gonna study for exams.”

Mare sighs. Feeling exhausted, he runs a hand through his hair, calming himself down. “Right. I forgot he asked me if he could go over this morning.” Reaching into his wallet, Mare hands Bones a couple of bills. “Order pizza for you and Natpai for dinner tonight. I won’t be home late, but still.”

Taking the money, Bones shoves it in his jacket pocket, nodding at Mare. Relaxing back into the couch, he goes back to finish up his homework for the day while Mare makes his way upstairs to change.

After putting on his shoes, Mare picks up his phone and texts you that he’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Grabbing his jacket, he passes Natpai’s room on his way downstairs. “No fighting while I’m gone, you two!” Taking his keys from one of the hooks, Mare double checks that he has everything he needs before heading out the door. “I’ll be back later!”

“'Kay! Have fun!” Bones shouts at Mare as he walks out the front door. “Natpai! What kind of pizza do you want?”

“Anything but no pineapple or mushrooms!”

“Got it!” Bones takes out his phone to start the order when he gets a text from Mare.

“Don’t be a dick and order what Natpai doesn’t like. You did last time and he didn’t eat all night.”

Bones giggles to himself before he orders the food and makes sure he doesn’t do what he did last time since he doesn’t want Mare to scold him again.

Turning up the radio in his car, Mare drives off towards your place. His grip on the steering wheel tightens the closer he gets to your apartment. “There’s nothing to be nervous about, it’s just dinner with a friend.” Parking in front of your building, Mare turns off the car and sinks in his seat. “Yeah, a friend you have feelings for.”

Sighing, he sits upright again, taking out his phone to let you know he’s there.

Leaning his head against the window, he lets his mind drift off for a moment. Thoughts start to race as he starts to forget his surroundings. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, thoughts of everything that could go wrong keep popping up, making him feel more anxious by the second.

Hearing tapping on the passenger window, Mare jumps, getting startled till he sees you waving and smiling at him when you get his attention. Unlocking the door, he smiles back when you climb into the passenger side. “Hey! Ready to go?”

Closing the car door, you put on your seatbelt, still smiling at him. “Yup! I’m honestly starving, I wasn’t able to eat a full lunch since I forgot I had a meeting with my professor today.”

Starting the car, Mare carefully pulls out of the parking spot. “Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, everything is fine! Just going through the lessons again since finals are coming up and I just didn’t understand a few things.”

Mare nods in response, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. “You can listen to whatever you want. Also, I was thinking we could just pick up the food and take it to the park nearby. What do you think?”

“Sounds good to me! I’m glad it’s still kind of warm out around this time.” Scrolling through your phone, you decide to put your playlist on shuffle for the rest of the drive.

After picking up the food, you two arrive at the nearby park. Mare takes the bags of food with him when he gets out of the car. Walking over to your side, he waits for you to get out.

Double-checking you have everything in your bag, you step out of the car, looking around and closing the door behind you. Mare puts the alarm on his car and hands you the bag with your food. “Hilltop, or by the water?”

“Hilltop, I think it’d be nice to see the sunset today.” You both smile at each other as you make your way up the hill.

Feeling the breeze pass by makes Mare feel a bit calmer about the situation. He was starting to feel like things would be okay, even if it doesn’t go the way he hopes it will.

Reaching the top of the hill, you set the food down on one of the picnic tables. Taking a seat, you two immediately dig into your dinner. If Mare was honest, he’d also confess that he was starving from not eating all day since he was feeling anxious up until this moment.

Finishing up your meals, Mare asks how it went when you met up with your parents the night before. You tell him everything, making him laugh over a joke your dad told your mom. Things were just like how they always are between you two, full of laughs and great stories to tell.

Mare offers to throw away the trash while you go sit on the grass facing the sunset. He smiles softly as he makes himself comfortable sitting next to you.

Feeling the sun hitting his face as he closes his eyes, Mare takes a deep breath in. The nervous feeling slowly starts to build up again, but he pushes it aside as he looks over at you. “Hey, (Y/n)?”

Humming in response, you smile when you turn to look at him. “Yeah? What’s up?”

Mare glances down at the grass, realizing he’s been picking at it. Quickly brushing off the few blades of grass from his palm, he looks back up at you. “Uh, well, I wanna tell you something, and you don’t really have to reply to it or anything, but I’ve just been thinking about us. How we’ve been friends for most of our lives.” Mare’s cheeks start to turn a light pink and he’s too busy rambling to see yours are too.

“I treasure our friendship. You know I love hanging out with you and everything, but I can’t stop thinking about being something more.” Nervously, Mare bites the inside of his cheek as he lets out everything he wants to say. “You have no idea how much I’d love to take you out on dates, to cuddle up with you on cold nights, to be the person you’re always happy and feel safe to be around. (Y/n), I love you. So much.”

Gently, you raise your hand to his face and wipe away a few tears falling down his cheeks. “You’re always so sweet, Mare. I always liked that about you. Well, there’s a lot of other things I like about you too.” Giggling, you lean in and kiss his cheek, seeing him start to smile again. “To be honest, I’ve also been feeling the same way, but was afraid of ruining the friendship we have. I was fine with the idea of us just staying friends because that was enough for me.”

Mare holds one of your hands in his while rubbing his eyes with his free hand. Laughing to himself, he grins, gently squeezing your hand. “So, does that mean you’ll say yes to a date this weekend?”

“Of course! I‘d love that!”

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adhd-disaster-willie · 4 years ago

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you're the one that brings the sun; chapter 1/6

Summary: Alex is prepared for every single variable except, apparently, the one in which his roommate is drop dead gorgeous and Alex is an absolute clusterfuck of a human being who falls for the first pretty boy on he sees on campus.

Willex roommate au!

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: The title is from the song “I Dare You” by the Regrettes. I’ve actually planned this fic out so here’s to hoping I don’t get burned out halfway through. It might end up having 6 or 7 chapters, 5 is kind of just an estimate.

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When Alex was 11, his mother proudly plastered his report card to the fridge and exclaimed that one day, her little boy would go to Harvard. His father gripped his shoulder with pride and Alex beamed up at his parents like they’d just told him he had superpowers. 3 years later, he was 14 and teetering on the edge of failure in the majority of his classes. He wasn’t stupid by any means, just preoccupied. He’d started a band with his best friends and that felt like the most important thing in the whole world, and high school was new and scary, so it was easier to not pour all his focus into school. His parents’ smiles faltered but they kept up hope, Alex could tell. 2 years later, he stood shaking and crying outside of the Molina’s garage and suddenly, the concept of going to college begun to feel distant and fake. But he’s 18 now, and somehow, miraculously, gazing at the piles of boxes in the back of Ray’s car and swallowing down a lump in his throat.

It sure isn’t Harvard, but a part of Alex feels giddy at the fact that he’s attending a public college that was relatively easy to get into; oh his parents would be rolling in their proverbial graves. What didn’t make him quite so happy though, was the looming fact that he’d be living with some random person, because for some godforsaken reason, the college wouldn’t allow freshmen to choose their roomates. Some bullshit about meeting new people and socializing.

“Hey, ‘Lex. Dude, you’ll be fine.” Luke shakes his shoulders, before swinging one arm around him and the other around Reggie.

“Says the one who isn’t even going to college,” Alex grumbles, slipping from Luke’s grip and into the front seat of the car.

“Yea cause I don’t need it. Not my fault you’re both nerds,” Luke retorts.

“I’m not a nerd, I just like to have insurance-”

“Yea, back-up plan, safety net, heard it a million times. Reggie’s a nerd though.”

“Old news, dude,” Alex says.

“I am not a nerd!” Reggie protests indignantly.

“Tell that to your 2 years of college credit in math.”

Luke nods in agreement. “Nerd.”

“Math is fun!”

“You’re horrible.” Alex makes a mock gagging noise.

Julie comes bounding out of the house, her arms decked with various baked goods. She tosses herself in the backseat beside Reggie and Luke, looking quite pleased with herself at being able to force Luke to sit in the middle. “Tía was apparently up all night baking,” she explains, passing the sweets up to Alex. “Don’t be surprised if she shows up at your dorm with food every day.”

Alex snorts. “I would not object to that.”

Julie sighs, leaning back in her seat. “You guys are so lucky, I’m tired of high school. Damn September birthday,” Julie grumbles. Her birthday is just after the cut off date, so she would be 18 for the majority of senior year, but is just barely too young to be in the same grade as the boys.

Reggie leans over and pats her arm sympathetically, earning an offended squeak from Luke, who’s only pushed further into the back of the seat.

“Don’t worry!” Alex chirps sarcastically. “You get to spend more time with Luke, since he’ll be squatting in your garage!”

“Oh, joy,” Julie deadpans.

“I am not a squatter!” Luke protests, kicking the back of Alex’s seat.

“No kicking! I’m holding food!”

“Y’know Alex, you’ve been staying in the studio for 2 years, you’re not one to talk!” Luke argues.

“I have a job.”

“A stupid job.”

“A stupid job that gets you free coffee.”

Reggie nodds to that, chewing on a cookie. “Can’t risk losing your coffee privileges.”

Julie groans loudly and stuck her head out the window. “DAAAAD! Let’s goooo!” She cries.

“Wow, I didn’t know you wanted to get rid of me so badly,” Alex says, clutching his chest dramatically.

“Oh shut up Lexi, I just wanna meet your’s and Reggie’s new best friends!” Julie says, laughing.

“I’m not gonna be best friends with my roommate.”

“Yea, Alex forgot how to do that!”

“Luke I will smother you in your sleep!”

At this, Ray approaches the car with a raised eyebrow. “No one’s planning a murder, I hope?” He asks, chuckling as he slides into the drivers seat.

“No sir!” Reggie replies, grinning.

“Not yet,” Alex mumbles under his breath.

“Alright boys, who’s ready for college!” Ray says, starting the car.

“I’m gonna be sick.”

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“And that’s the last of it!” Ray claps a hand over Alex’s shoulder and smiles encouragingly.

Alex nods tensely, gripping the strap of his fannypack tighter.

The dorm’s probably as good as he’s gonna get. One reasonably sized bedroom complete with two horribly uncomfortable beds, a kitchen with a fridge that was in no way large enough to fit even a weeks worth of meals, a tiny living room that would probably fit a couch and a TV at the most, and a bathroom that smelled suspiciously of mustard. Really it isn’t terrible, but Alex has a habit of noticing every little detail, especially the ones that could be a problem at some point. His roommate hasn’t arrived yet, so he’s standing amongst his various boxes, anxiety pulsing in his chest.

Julie grips his hand tightly and smiles, tears pricking the edges of her eyes. “Hey, Alex, you’re gonna be okay.” She squeezes his hand briefly.

Alex nods, exhaling shakily. “Yea, yea I know. It’s just…”

“A change, I know. But this is a good change. And-” she hauls Reggie and Luke over to them. “-we’re all here if you need to call someone and talk. And dad, and Tía, and I bet your roommate will be super cool.”

“Or a serial killer.”

“Just pray he’s not a football player,” Reggie stage-whispers, shuddering.

“God, don’t even suggest that!” Alex whines.

Encouragements and teary hugs are passed along, as well as a promise to meet at the Olive Garden nearby for dinner in a few hours, and then Alex’s posse is off to get Reggie settled, and Alex is left alone in the dorm. Alright.

Alex takes a deep breath, steeling himself, before beginning to wander the dorm. He’s anxious to start unpacking without his roommate and risk doing something that they wouldn’t like. Even choosing a bed feels wrong, he really doesn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with this person. But leaving the dorm meant people everywhere so that was a definite no. He sighs, lowering himself to the wooden floor and pulling out his phone.

“Yea… uh huh. Yes Caleb, I got here fine. No the Uber driver did not try and kidnap me. The boxes- the boxes are not too heavy. Okay. Okay. Yea, bye. Mhm.”

Alex looks up hesitantly upon hearing the voice nearing his dorm. The person standing in the doorway is well… less of a person and more of a large stack of boxes threatening to fall over any second. “Hello?” Alex stands up and makes his way to the boy stood in the entrance.

Said boy pokes his head out from behind his boxes and grins crookedly. “Hi, uh, I’m Willie!” And well, Alex is a goner. He swallows thickly, breath catching in the back of his throat. Willie attempts to adjust the boxes but ultimately fails, sending them tumbling to the ground amongst several muttered curses. “Well… nothing fragile in there,” he falters slightly. “I think.”

“Um…”

“Right! Sorry, uh.” Willie holds his hand out and Alex shakes it tentatively.

“Alex.”

“Alex, cool.” Willie smiles again, his dark eyes twinkling as he does so, smile lines popping out. He brushes his hair -which looks so soft and pretty- behind his ear to reveal a small golden hoop on his right lobe. Alex is dead, actually 100% dead. Because he’d been prepared for every single variable except, apparently, the one in which his roommate is drop dead gorgeous and Alex is an absolute clusterfuck of a human being who falls for the first pretty boy on he sees on campus.

Alex forces out a smile, all too aware that he’s still standing stiff and awkward in front of Willie, his grip on his fannypack tight enough to make his knuckles glow white. Then Willie coughs as some sort of attempt to fill the silence. “Sorry!” Alex squeaks. “Do you need help with the… the uh, boxes?”

“Oh yea, that’d be great!” Willie replies, beaming. “I don’t think there’s anything fragile in there, but y’know, my memory is absolute shit so if I broke some fancy china dishes I didn’t even know I owned, don’t be too shocked.”

Alex laughs anxiously. “Yea uh… I didn’t start unpacking cause I um… I didn’t want to claim a bed and stuff with-without your input?” His voice cracks at the end and he winces because Jesus fucking christ Alex.

Willie chuckles and Alex notes that he has the kind of laugh that echoes through your whole body and settles right in your heart. “ ‘S cool, man, I don’t mind.”

“Right, cool. Do you uh… are you okay if I take the bed farthest from the window? I’m not- not much of a morning person, and the window is… it’s east facing” Alex mutters, his gaze focused on his feet which are rocking back and forth at a rapid pace.

“Yea, of course,” Willie replies. “I don’t think I’ve woken up later than 8 in 5 years.”

“That’s horrific!” Alex cries, momentarily forgetting his anxiety. He steps back and blushes an even deeper red upon realizing how stupid he’s being. “I mean- I just… sorry, I just meant that-”

“You’re good, dude. I don’t bite.”

Alex cracks a tentative smile. “So uh… I’ll just start unpacking then.”

Willie shoots him a thumbs up and smiles once again, which is a thing he apparently does a lot.

An hour later, Alex’s belongings are unpacked and organized and the room feels a bit more his. He feels slightly lighter, exhaling and closing his eyes briefly. This isn’t so bad. Fiddling with the hem of his hoodie, he shuffles out into the living room where Willie is presumably unpacking. Except that he’s not.

Willie is laying upside down on a couch that somehow appeared while Alex was gone and he’s flipping through a tattered magazine while his belongings remain mostly unpacked.

“This quiz says that I should try roller skating,” Willie sniffs. “Some personality test this is- oh hey Alex!” He scrambles up so that he can look Alex in the eyes properly, and points to the magazine in his hand. “Found this in a box, not sure how it got there since I’ve never even subscribed to one of these, but there’s a chocolate chip cookie recipe in here.” He stops for a moment, pondering. “Personally I prefer peanut butter cookies, ooh especially fresh out of the oven. There’s this bakery near my house that-”

“Did you get… any unpacking done?” Alex asks, raising an eyebrow.

Willie looks around at his boxes and laughs sheepishly. “Well I unpacked one and opened 3 so… some, yes.”

“Where’d the couch come from?” Alex pokes the cushion warily, as if afraid that it’s full of bugs.

“Room across the hall,” Willie says, pointing. “They both brought couches and didn’t have room for two we got the one with more stains.”

“Right.” Alex’s reply is forced and tense, and he winces upon realizing. Truthfully, he hadn’t expected his roommate to become so comfortable so fast and he felt like he was several steps behind. Damn extroverts. Drumming his hands against his thighs, Alex slowly sits down on the other side of the couch, pointedly looking ahead instead of at Willie.

“So.” Willie scoots closer, sitting cross legged with his elbows on his thighs and chin resting in his palms. “What’s your major?”

Small talk, god Alex hates small talk. “Um, music,” he answers.

“Ah, that’s cool dude.” Willie nods.

“Uh, what about you?” Alex asks.

“Art,” Willie replies, grinning. “Be prepared for paint stains, like, everywhere.” He chuckles and nudges Alex’s shoulder playfully. Alex is going to implode, he’s sure of it.

Alex laughs awkwardly. “So uh… what’s wrong with rollerskating?”

Willie shoves his shoulder again. “Everything, dude! Well-” he cuts himself off, thinking. “-I just kinda suck at it, definitely better at my skateboard.” He jerks his head in the direction of a skateboard leaned against the wall and Alex wonders how he didn’t notice that.

“Oh, that’s- that’s cool. I rollerblade but I uh, I can’t skateboard to save my life.”

Somehow, they slip into a comfortable rhythm, and Alex notes that his anxiety no longer has him in a chokehold. Willie seems to have that affect; he’s just so… open. Alex doesn’t realize it yet, but he’s subconsciously created a folder in the back of his mind labelled “Willie,” and he doesn’t think he’s capable of forgetting anything Willie will ever say to him.

“- that’s why airplane food is just, horrible. Cause you basically lose like 30% of your tastebuds because of the elevation.” Willie smiles at Alex, gaging his response.

Alex would rather die than admit that he’s still trying to figure out how the topic of airplane food came up, so he just nods enthusiastically, actively stopping his eyes from dancing across Willie’s face, which is practically glowing in the evening sun. Evening. Shit. Alex pulls out his phone frantically. “Shit.” He says it out loud this time.

Willie’s brow furrows in confusion. “You good, dude?”

“Uh yea I’m just, I’m supposed to be meeting my fam- uh my friends for dinner and I have to be there in like 5 minutes.” He ignores the way Willie’s expression falls, convinced he’s just seeing things.

“Yea um, of course. I won’t keep you.” Willie stands up, his posture the stiffest that Alex has seen it in the whole 3 hours they’ve been acquainted for. “I’ll just… order a pizza.”

Alex hesitates in the doorway, weighing his options, which has never been his strong suit. “Do you want to join me?” He blurts impulsively. Willie looks at him in surprise. “I mean only- only if you want of course, we’ve only really uh, known each other for a few hours and you- you probably don’t want to, it was stupid. I’ll just- I’ll just go-”

“No! I’d… I’d like to, eating pizza alone in the dark sounds a little pathetic,” Willie responds.

Alex smiles genuinely. “Ok, ok that’s uh. Cool. That’s cool.”

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Alex is already regretting this. The restaurant isn’t too crowded, he notices with a relieved breath. But it’s loud. It’s loud and yet only one group of people is talking. Alex doesn’t even need to guess who.

“Ok but- no- no- the whole song would be better!”

“Say banjo one more time, I dare you!”

“Banjo.”

“Julie, what the hell?! This is betrayal!”

“You stole my breadstick, it’s only fair.”

Alex coughs, quieting the table to a dull roar.

“Alex!” Julie pulls him down to sit next to her. “Oh? Who’s this?” Reggie is grinning wickedly and Luke waggles his eyebrows in a way that makes Alex want to shave them off.

“This is uh, my roommate Willie,” Alex responds, his voice raising an octave. “He didn’t have plans so I uh… I invited him, I hope that’s ok.”

“Of course it’s ok!” Julie pats the space on the other side of Alex and Willie sits down, appearing… oddly nervous.

“Congrats! Your Alex’s first new friend since,” Luke taps his chin, pretending to think. “7th grade.”

Alex’s face promptly falls into his hands. He’s seriously considering the whole, shaving Luke’s eyebrows in his sleep thing.

Reggie leans forward conspiratorially. “What’s your opinion on banjos?” He asks, making a point to ignore Luke’s dramatic complaining.

Willie raises his eyebrows, clearly confused. “Um. No comment?”

“I’m… sorry about them,” Alex says apolegetically. “Uh, this is Luke, Reggie, and Julie-” he gestures to each of them; Reggie waves, beaming happily. “-and Julie’s dad should be…” He trails off, looking around.

“He had to take a phone call, something about Carlos refusing to eat dinner until he proves the house is haunted,” Julie explains, clearly biting back a laugh.

“I… okay.” Alex shakes his head. “Are we waiting for more food or did Reggie eat it all?”

“Ha ha,” Reggie punctuates his statement by sticking out his tongue. “We’re waiting for the actual meals-”

“Yea Luke already ate the entire bread basket.” Julie shoots a glare in Luke’s direction.

“Well… you suggested we get hotdogs,” Luke grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. “Payback.”

“Okay,” Julie laughs.

Willie leans over to whisper loudly to Alex, “What’s the story with the hotdogs?”

“Don’t tell him!” Luke cries, leaning across the table and slamming his palms down.

“We don’t talk of the hot-dogs,” Reggie mutters miserably.

“Food poisoning.” Alex shudders slightly. “Very bad food poisoning.”

“We almost died,” Reggie says, eyes widening. “Like, for real death. I’m pretty sure I was a ghost for a few seconds.”

“Reg, you were not a ghost,” Alex says, speaking like Reggie’s a 10 year old talking about monsters under his bed.

“I was!”

“You were not!”

“So,” Luke smiles mischievously, taking Reggie and Alex’s bickering as an opportunity to apparently torture the latter. Despite Alex’s warning glares, he turns to Willie with an innocent expression. “What kind of music do you like?”

“Luke,” Alex hisses, all too familiar with Luke’s antics.

“Hmmm.” Willie is painfully oblivious to Alex’s panicked expression as he mulls over his answer. “A lot of stuff really.” He shrugs. “Rock, pop, I like those lo-fi playlists when I’m trying to study.”

Luke nods, clearly pleased with the answer, but he isn’t done and Alex wants to hide under the table. He knows what’s coming next. “Thoughts on… drummers?”

“Luke.” Alex is seconds from lunging across the table.

“Drummers?” Willie asks, tilting his head confusedly.

“Yup,” Luke says, popping the p and still smiling like he’s some sort of innocent puppy-dog and not an absolute bastard.

“Hot,” Willie jokes. Alex can’t even hide the way he manages to choke on his own spit, and Luke and Reggie have never been great at subtlety, turning to Alex with matching shit-eating grins. Willie either doesn’t notice or is kind enough not to comment on it. “Yea, pretty sure young Roger Taylor was my gay awakening.”

Reggie is full on giggling now, and Alex’s entire face is gleaming a bright red. Willie glances around the table, puzzled.

“Mhm.” Luke nods before swiftly turning to Alex. “Hey Alex, by the way, you left your drumsticks in the car, do you need them back?” His voice is sickeningly sweet, coated in some sort of poisoned honey. It’s Willie’s turn to choke on nothing, failing to disguise it as a spontaneous coughing fit.

“Fine,” Alex squeaks as he sinks further down in his seat. If he pulls out his phone and messages Luke a flurry of threats, that’s no one’s business. He dares a glance at Willie, who has become quite fascinated with his hands, which are tapping out a mindless rhythm on the table, his cheeks and the tips of his ears dusted red.

Needless to say, Alex makes sure Luke doesn’t even get to look at the next bread basket.

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honey-milk-depresso · 4 years ago

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Meanie (Azul Ashengrotto x Reader) (2)

Die with me please I need serious help-

My drafts are scaring me-

But ehhh, hope you enjoy!

Part 1,

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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Part 7

Part 8 (END)

“Hey! Rise and shine Mr Octopus!”

He groaned in annoyance and tiredness.

“Go away...”

“Hey! You said to come to your room when I wake up!”

“Later..”

“Come on!!”

Azul isn’t an early bird when it comes to the weekend. You knew that, but he promised you.

“Okay fine, listen. Once you wake up, go to Ramshackle with me. I got headmaster’s permission to go explore other shops Twisted Wonderland has! And I’m not talking about Sam’s Shop. I’m talking about huge stores and many market places and stuff-!”

“Okay, okay I will. I’ll be there at 9. It’s 7 in the morning, y/n, not now. Geez..” he grumbled.

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you be. But don’t keep me waiting~”

And you went out.

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“Are you ready?”

“Yes I am.”

You and Azul were in casual clothing as you prepared to go into the mirror.

“You two remember to contact me, I’ll bring you back!”

“Thanks, Headmaster!”

Taking Azul’s hand to which he blush slightly at the sudden contact, you made a running start as you jumped into the portal with him.

“Slow down!”

“Okay, okay!”

You stared in awe. This looked like a real town.

Cobblestone pavements, many boutique shops ranging from bakeries to shoes to blacksmiths. Rose bushes and trees along the road together with the street lamps. Cottages and houses of all different sizes, the town brought about a tranquil presence.

“Woah..”

“Hm. So he brought us the Rose Kingdom.”

“Wait! Rose Kingdom?!”

You took his hand again and started trudging to the stores.

“Hey! What are you-!”

“Let’s find Trey’s family bakery, and other things to buy, too!”

“You’re lucky I brought my wallet...”

“Don’t worry, I’m paying!”

He jerked to a stop, which halted you too.

“Wha-”

“Didn’t you spend on going to the VIP room yesterday?”

“Yeah, and I did pay right?”

“You have enough money left?”

“Well, I mean, enou-”

“Forget it I’ll pay.”

“Wahhhh! Hey, Azul! You don’t have to pay! It’ll make me feel bad!”

“Feel bad then.”

“Meanie!”

He sighed.

“Don’t waste your money, y/n.”

You sighed in defeat. “Alright, alright..”

You walked around the wide variety of stores.

“Ooh! Azul, look!”

He turned around to face you as he walked over to you, your eyes glued to the window of a store.

“Look! Isn’t that pendent pretty?”

There lied a pendent with only one of its bead, the center of attention, a white pearl carved into a spiral shell, a small diamond placed in the very middle of it. It gleamed under the light.

“Yeah, it is.”

“Ooh, how much is it??”

You looked down to see the price label.

“Irk?!- $200?!?!”

You sweat dropped and sulked. Of course something so pretty would be expensive.

“Never mind... let’s find something else..”

Azul glanced at you and looked back at the pendent.

“Alright.”

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“Wah! Trey’s family is so nice!”

Finally found the bakery, “Clovers’ Bakery”.

His mother knew who you are since being friends with him, Trey talking about you over the phone with his mother. His entire family welcomed you and gave you and Azul a free drink of your choice. You got hot cocoa, while Azul got a hot cup of coffee.

“This coffee’s not bad.”

“I mean, Trey is a good cook on his own. What makes you think his family can’t do better?”

“Not necessarily.”

“Hmmmm. Anyways~”

You gulped down you drink and ate the last piece of your sandwich.

“You ready to leave?”

Azul sipped his coffee. “Yep.”

“Alright! Bye Mrs and Mr Clover! Take care all of you!”

Azul stared at your huge cheerful grin as you waved goodbye to the Clovers.

Wonder how you’ll react to see his own family.

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“Oh my shit, Azul. Look.”

Azul turned around to see a booth stand, children throwing rings, hoping to get them into the bottles.

“ $2 for 10 rings?? To win an octopus plushie??? That’s like 10 times more than that pendent.”

“100 times.”

“I’m lazy to math, it’s the frickin’ weekend.”

“It’s basic math, y/n.”

“Come on let’s go!”

You dragged him to the booth as the vendor smiled at you both.

“Hmm? Oh my! What a cute couple I see here!”

You and Azul blushed in embarrassment. “Oh, we’re just friends!”

The vendor sighed. “Aw. You’d two would be great together though. Ah well. 10 tries?”

“Yep!”

Azul paid the vendor as she passed him the rings. “Good luck!”

Tossing and tossing, you landed at least 4 rings. But... you only had one left.

“Hmmm I’m scared... One more ring in the get the plushie, but if I didn’t..”

“Don’t stress it, y/n. 10 rings for $2, remember. I can pay for another round.”

“Didn’t you always say never waste a cent.”

That’s true, he’s always been cost conscious, but....

“I won’t charge you or ask you to pay me back, okay?”

“Hmmm, alright! But eh, I don’t want to waste my luck here. And I don’t want to restart so....” you passed him the ring. “I put my faith in you soldier,” while playfully saluting.

“Oh shush. And you don’t have to rely on luck.”

Azul closed one eye, concentrating. You held your breath as he planned.

Finally, after some meticulous calculation and planning he threw the ring.

It landed.

“YES, AZUL YOU DID IT!”

“DON’T HUG ME LIKE WE WON SOME MARATHON!”

“BUT WE DID!”

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“Hey, y/n, give me a moment, I want to get something from a store I saw was interesting.”

“Alright! I’ll wait for you here!”

He got up from the bench he was sitting, leaving you alone.

You looked up to the sky as you licked your ice cream he bought for you in one hand, and another to clutch your octopus plushie.

Honestly, it felt kind of embarrassing to be spoiled by your best friend. Well, at least you thought he was your best friend, you hoped he felt the same way too.

You also felt a bit guilty he’s spending money on you and all you do is drag him to other places. But... you wanted to spend the most amount of time with him and all your other friends as... well... you were going to die.

With a severe Huntington’s disease, you couldn’t think straight. The doctors in your world and twisted wonderland had been doing their very best to make sure they could manage your condition. You’re afraid that in two weeks time, you wouldn’t be able to walk, because you would forget how to.

You were scared to tell your friends, especially Azul. You wanted to, but deep down you felt like death would really do each others friendship apart. You couldn’t tell him directly that you have problems remembering and doing simple math sums worse than Deuce.

You hated your incurable disease, but you learn to live with it and find joy in every thing in life the best you could.

The staff of NRC knew this, excusing you from gym classes, giving you extra help on homework, exempting you from examinations. You honestly felt like an oddball most of the time and just wanted to live a normal school life.

You stared at your plushie. What if you forget how to feel too? You don’t want to lose your romantic feelings towards the octopus.

“Y/n.”

“Hmm? Oh Azul!”

“Here .”

He handed you a box and opened it. You gasped.

It was the same pendent you saw early in the morning.

“I- Azul, you didn’t have to buy it!!!”

“Well, I’d be seeing you sulking all the time, would I? And I’ll look like a terrible friend.”

You rolled your eyes and smile.

“Whatever. Thanks a lot though!”

He smiled.

“Your welcome.”

For now, you wanted to cherish the moments you spent with him.

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Part 3 anyone???

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dawninlatin · 4 years ago

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Queen of Peace, chapter 13

A manorian high school AU

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Summary: Manon Blackbeak is flawless, untouchable. From the outside at least. Her grandmother pushes her to achieve greatness, and she doesn’t let anyone get too close in fear of being hurt. How can anyone love her when not even her parents could?

Dorian Havilliard has always felt safe and confident around his friends. He might not have the greatest of families, but with Aelin and Chaol by his side, nothing can go wrong. That is until he tries keeping his greatest secret from them.

What will happen when Dorian and Manon gets to know one another? Can two lost souls find their way back together?

Oh, the queen of peace

Always does her best to please

But is it any use?

Somebody’s gotta lose

-Florence + The Machine, Queen of Peace

The music roared out of the speakers, and Manon moved her body to the rhythm, letting herself get lost in the upbeat tones. She had done this a dozen times by now, memorized this choreography weeks ago.

But then she turned to the right, and it wasn’t Asterin dancing beside her - as it had always been - it was Sorrel.

It startled her enough that she halted and messed up a few steps. Manon caught up with the others, but she was unable to pour her heart into it like she usually did. Her mind was too busy thinking about Asterin, worrying whether she was okay or not after their grandmother had kicked her out.

Manon had seen her at school a few times in the following weeks, but they hadn’t talked, and she doubted they would. Asterin probably hated her now, after all the horrible things Manon had said to her.

Getting kicked out is the least you deserve after getting yourself knocked up by a boy who will leave at the first sign of some real responsibility. Don’t come crawling to me when you find yourself homeless and heartbroken. You’re off the dance team, by the way.

Manon hadn’t meant what she said, not really, but maybe this was for the better…

Her grandmother had made it very clear that she was not to talk with Asterin anymore, and Asterin avoiding her, hating her, made everything much easier.

Yet, if it made things easier, why did it also make her so sad? The house had been awfully quiet these weeks, so quiet it was near-stifling. Manon hadn’t realized how different, how empty, home would be without Asterin there.

Stop moping around you sad, pathetic fool!

Manon mentally scolded herself, forcing her attention back to the dancing. She couldn’t keep letting this distract her. Asterin was simply an obstacle who no longer stood in the way of her future.

Finishing the rest of the choreography, she ignored the desperate, disappointed voice inside her head that whispered; you’re beginning to sound like her.

When the music faded into nothing and her body stopped moving, Manon put on her usual mask of cold, calculating boredom and turned towards her team. She immediately knew something was up, as they were all looking at her as if they had something to say, but didn’t dare say it.

«What,» Manon said, more an order than a question. If they had all decided to gang up against her, she only wanted to get it over with.

The girls exchanged wary glances, before Sorrel took a step forward and said, «We need Asterin on this choreo.» Manon was surprised when Vesta, who leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, stayed silent for once.

With a sigh, Manon answered Sorrel, «And why the hell do we need Asterin?»

Yet again did they all look at each other, as if this was something they’d discussed behind her back. The icy feeling of betrayal snaked its way up Manon’s spine.

«Because it’s always been the thirteen of us. We’re off-balance without Asterin.» It was Ghislaine who spoke this time.

«You’ve said it yourself,» Briar shot in from the back of the room. «If just one of us is missing, the entire team falls apart!»

It was when Vesta finally opened her mouth that she snapped. «And you slipped up today, Manon. Several times!»

«I have no idea what you’re talking about,» Manon hissed, clenching her fists so hard it hurt. «You have been distracted today, hell, you’ve been distracted, lazy and off-beat all week!»

«Because Asterin-» Vesta begun, but Manon didn’t let her finish.

«I don’t wanna hear another word about Asterin! It was her own stupidity that got her kicked off the team, and if you, all of you, don’t start working a bit harder, I won’t hesitate to replace you with someone else!»

The room was unbearably quiet when she was done talking, and Manon could hear her own heart thundering inside her chest. She had to stay calm, couldn’t let them see her fall apart, even if that was what she felt like doing right now. She was losing control, she was-

«I can talk to Asterin today if-»

«GET OUT!»

Manon’s blood was boiling at the audacity of Vesta. Why couldn’t they understand that Asterin, with her carelessness, was jeopardizing everything they had worked towards?

Her grandmother had been clear in her orders: everything had to be perfect, so they had to win nationals, which they couldn’t do when one of the teammates first of all didn’t bother showing up to half of the rehearsals, and second of all, would be heavily pregnant come spring.

When everyone had left, and Manon was alone once more, she didn’t let herself brood over the fight they’d just had, didn’t let herself recognize how awful this made her feel. She simply turned the music back on, and forgot.

She forgot everything she’d promised her grandmother, forgot the math test she’d butchered earlier today, forgot the fact that her whole dance team had probably just quit, forgot that she had no control over anything in her life anymore.

Yet as she kept moving her exhausted body, one thought remained. One of piercing blue eyes and soft lips.

And when she remembered that she had an actual date with him the next day, Manon smiled, despite everything.

«Why are you looking at me like that?»

How am I supposed to not look at you? Dorian wondered. Manon was radiant where she sat with her body leaned back, eyes closed, face tipped towards the sky. She was smiling softly, the autumn sun making her white-blonde hair glow.

Instead of telling her that, Dorian went with: «I’m just wondering what you’re thinking. You went quiet all of a sudden.»

She had. They’d been sitting here for hours now, under the huge oak tree in the park, eating and laughing and talking, but now she was silent, a calm, contemplating aura around her.

Manon hummed in answer, before opening her eyes and twisting towards him. «I’m just…savoring the moment, I guess.» Her mouth quirked to the side, the movement making her nose scrunch, and Dorian had to let out a chuckle.

«Now who’s the cliché?»

She’d been playfully mocking him for his picnic this whole time, even asking him if he was aware that they weren’t in every high school movie ever made. Dorian had begged to differ, telling her that the only reason it was a cliché, was because it worked.

And it did. After a while, Manon had reluctantly agreed that yes, maybe it was a little romantic. The admission had been accompanied by an eye-roll, of course, but what else could you expect?

«What time is it?» Manon asked after a moment.

Dorian scrambled for his phone, finding it half-lodged under the picnic basket. «It’s almost 3pm,» he said, marveling over how much time had passed. He could spend all day like this, just talking about all and nothing with Manon. No matter what they discussed, she surprised him with her answers, whether it be a funny joke or an unusually deep thought, offering a new perspective on things.

«I should head home soon,» she sighed, but Manon made no sign of getting up. Instead she laid down, Dorian joining her. «My grandmother will start to ask questions if I’m late.»

From what he’d gathered, Manon’s grandmother was very strict, especially when it came to boys, and Manon had told her she was studying at the library today. She rarely talked about her family, and whenever they touched on the subject, she quickly started talking about something else. Dorian knew not to ask questions, though. She would open up when and if she was ready, and those moments often came at the most unexpected times.

«I had a lot of fun today, you know. Even if I still think you just googled date ideas and went with the first hit.» Dorian laughed at that, his stomach filling with what could only be described as butterflies.

«Does that mean you would want to do it again?» They were lying on their backs, face to face, and all Dorian could think about was how badly he wanted to kiss her.

It had been weeks since their kiss in the library, but they hadn’t been able to do it again. All they’d gotten was stolen moments in between classes and late-night texts, their busy schedules making sure of that. Until now, that was.

«I would love to,» Manon offered, answering his question. «But next time I decide what we’re doing.»

«Deal,» Dorian grinned, his eyes staying fixed on her lips as she spoke.

Moments passed, the tension between them tangible, and then Manon whispered, «Is it weird that I really wanna kiss you right now?»

That was all it took for Dorian to crash his lips into hers.

The kiss was exploring at first, her lips so soft and so perfect. He’d thought about their moment in the library constantly in the past weeks, but his memory could never do it justice, he knew now. This was the real thing, the real Manon, and she was bewitching. No other word could describe the experience that was kissing her.

Dorian pulled her closer, and Manon placed her hands in his hair. He had to continuously remind himself that they were outside, in the middle of a park, and anyone could walk by at any moment.

Yet he couldn’t stop either. Their mouths had gone from searching to ravenous, both of them trying to get closer to the other. Manon nudged him with her tongue, and he opened up for her, the taste of her exquisite.

His blood heated, skin becoming incredibly tight all of a sudden. He could keep doing this forever.

But they had to pull apart at some point to simply just breathe. And they did.

Manon let her forehead rest against his as they both panted slightly, Dorian reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of her face. «I really should go now,» she murmured against his lips, leaning in to kiss him once more.

It was Dorian who pulled away this time, stroking her cheek. «I’ll see you later then.»

«Yeah,» she sighed, standing up in one smooth movement. The air around Dorian suddenly became unbearably cold.

After Manon had picked up her jacket, ready to leave, she halted for a moment, and said, «I meant it when I said today was fun.»

Then she leaned down to place a swift kiss on his cheek, stood back up and walked away, leaving him alone, all flustered.

Dorian had to wait a moment before he could get up himself, because his pants had just become very tight. His face was burning at the fact, but he forced himself to think of dead puppies and his parents fighting and his gym teacher in those tiny shorts he insisted on wearing.

That last image was particularly horrifying, but it seemed to do the trick. Then, Dorian picked up his phone, only to find fifty new messages from Aelin in their group chat.

Sighing, he began to skim through the thread.

Aelin: Do you guys have plans for today?

Aelin: Rowan is busy

Aelin: And I’m bored

Aelin: Hellooooo

Chaol: I’m guessing I have plans now…

Aelin: I can actually hear how hard you’re sighing right now Chaol

Aelin: We’re seeing a movie today

Chaol: When?

Then there was a lot of planning back and forth, and both Chaol and Aelin trying to reach Dorian. The last message he got was a selfie of his best friends glaring at him, the text reading: Come hang out with us loser.

So Dorian stood, feeling lighter than ever, and began calling Aelin to hear where they were.

Stepping into the narrow hallway of her home, Manon carefully closed the door behind her, trying to stay as quiet as possible in case her grandmother was working.

She hung her coat on the rack and turned her phone on silent. She rarely got any notifications, but that was before Dorian. Now they sent messages back and forth at all hours, most of it silly nonsense.

«Manon, is that you?» her grandmother called from the kitchen. Letting out a shaky breath, Manon made her facial expression that of someone who had studied in a library for hours and definitely hadn’t just made out with a hot boy.

Listen to yourself, you sound like some lovesick girl from those movies you hate so much, Manon mentally yelled, rolling her eyes at how annoying her internal monologue was becoming.

«Yeah, I’m back.» She stopped by the doorway to the kitchen on the way to her room, where her grandmother was sitting by the table, laptop open in front of her.

The woman glanced up at the clock on the wall, before looking back at Manon, her eyes searching. «You stayed at the library for a long time.»

Manon had to fight to stay fully still, to not flinch at her grandmothers words. She couldn’t know, could she? Putting on a fake smile, Manon said, «I just got into a really good workflow, didn’t wanna quit.»

Her breaths were getting faster, and she could feel the panic sneaking up on her.

Just keep it together until you’re alone! She always asks questions like these.

«I’m almost done with the history assignment,» she added to make sure her grandmother bought it. Even if it was all a lie. She hadn’t even started on the history paper.

«Good. I already made dinner, but there are some leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry.» Her grandmother’s tone was pleasant, almost happy. She had to be in a good mood today, then. The whole thing felt deeply unsettling.

At least she was safe, for now.

«Thanks, but I’m not hungry. I’ll be in my room,» Manon said before turning and hurrying down the hall. Once she’d closed the door, she finally let out the breath of relief she’d benne holding, throwing away all pretense.

She couldn’t keep lying to her grandmother like this…

Not only did it make her feel awful, but the consequences would also be too great. She was putting her whole future at risk when she was acting like this, sneaking around and prioritizing boys over her schoolwork.

Frustrated, she threw herself down on her bed, startling Abraxos who was sleeping on her pillow. Dorian made everything so much more complicated. Agreeing to go out with him had been a mistake. A huge, huge mistake.

Yet she’d felt better today, happier, than she’d had in a long time. She’d even managed to forget the catastrophe that was her dance team, if only for a few hours. And with this light, fluttery feeling, everything seemed more manageable.

For now, she could do this, wanted to do this. The thought of not being with Dorian anymore… It didn’t feel right, and she was actually looking forward to Monday, when she would see him again.

She knew this, they, would have to end one way or another, but she couldn’t let go just yet.

A/N: That break really got longer than I anticipated...

It's been nearly a year now, since I first got the idea for this fic and started writing it, and here I was, believing I could be done with it by summer 2020. In all honesty, it feels like I posted chapter 12, blinked, and then 4 months had passed. But here it is, at least:) We have reached the halfway point, and a little progress is better than none. I'm still not making any promises regarding this fic, other than I will finish it, someday, whether that be in 2 months or 2 years. And to all of you who still read, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU SO MUCH<3<3 I could not have done it without you!

All the love, Aurora<3

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captainsophiestark · 4 years ago

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Study Break

Stefan Salvatore x Reader

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Day Nine of Fictober!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Fictober Prompt: “Will you look at this?”

Summary: Reader is dating Stefan Salvatore. She’s studying physics, and is in the middle of a study date with Stefan when Stefan changes the plan, giving her a much needed break from trying to solve the same problem set over and over.

Word Count: 2,173

Category: Fluff

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"Stefaaaaaaan," I groaned, smacking my head down on the table. My boyfriend and I were having a study date, and I was absolutely losing my mind over the physics problem set I had to do.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking up from his work with an amused smile.

"Physics is stupid and horrible and I don't get it."

"You've had an A in every physics class you've ever taken."

"Except this one! Apparently there's some disconnect in my brain, and I just completely don't understand anything about this stupid class!"

"Y/N, you're being ridiculous. I'm sure you'll get this."

I just groaned and smacked my head on the table again. I picked it back up to see Stefan shaking his head at me, a small smile on his face.

"Ugh, will you look at this? Maybe some hundred and whatever year old wisdom will help."

"I've never really been a physics person, but I can try." Stephan leaned around so he could see my paper. I pointed to the first problem to give him something to focus on, even though I was having trouble with the whole thing. He looked at it for a second, then leaned in a little closer to squint. Finally, he turned to look at me, and I could already tell I wasn't going to like whatever he had to say.

"You forgot to carry a two when you were doing some multiplication in the margins of the page," he said simply. I stared at him for a minute, not willing or able to process his words, and then I groaned and went face down on the table again.

"I'm dropping out of school, Stefan," I grumbled through the muffling of the table and my physics notebook. "I'm gonna go live in the woods or on an island or something, where math is unnecessary and obsolete."

"I don't know if math would be obsolete in either of those situations..."

I just sighed heavily and put my arms over my head, blocking out the world. I closed my eyes, too tired to deal with the whole thing anymore. Maybe I could learn physics through osmosis, and all my problems would be solved when I gathered the strength to try these stupid things again.

"Okay, you clearly need a break," said Stefan, shifting in his chair. I could tell he was looking at me, but I didn't move a muscle to meet his gaze.

"No. I need to finish this homework, and then I need to finish this class, and then I need to walk into the ocean."

Stefan snorted at that, then put a hand on my back.

"Come on. I'm taking you on a vacation for your brain. You seriously, seriously need it." I didn't move or say anything, so Stefan spoke again. "You know, I do have super strength, and I am more than willing to carry you out of this library, if that's what it takes."

I groaned, but picked my head up to look at him anyway. He smiled, but I just tried to flop back down on the table.

"Nope! Nope, come on. We're going, and we're doing something fun," he said, catching me mid-collapse and half-carrying me to the door. "All this work will still be here for you when we get back."

I whined all the way out the door, but I was honestly too exhausted and fed up to really protest. Maybe Stefan was right. Maybe I needed a little fun to let the physics part of my brain rest.

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"Where are we going?" I asked, looking around as Stefan sped down the backroads of Virginia in his '63 Porsche. It was one of my favorite cars in the world, and I already felt a little better just spending time driving in it.

"You'll see. It's a surprise. In the mean time, just kick back and enjoy a drive in your favorite car."

"I'll do my best." I gave him a small smile, then turned to gaze out the window at the scenery flying by. As much as I tried to block out physics, my brain kept nagging me to remember the problems, and to think through some possible solutions. I gave up fighting it after a while, hoping some fresh air and physical distance from my papers would be enough for a break through. Spoiler alert, it wasn't.

I was pretty close to tearing my hair out when Stefan stopped, pulling off the road a little ways right by a stretch of forest. I stared out the window curiously, only snapping out of it when Stefan opened my door for me.

"M'lady," he said, doing a cheesy bow. He had a picnic basket on his arm, so I had a feeling I knew what we were doing.

"Thank you, Stefan," I said, giving him a small smile as I climbed out of the car. We started heading for the treeline, and after a few steps Stefan took my hand.

"I can tell you're still obsessing over those physics problems," he said. "Focus on me instead. Focus on the clean, cool air. Take a deep breath and just... take everything in."

I tried to follow his advice, and for a second it worked. I took a deep breath and let nature wash over me, making me feel more alive than I had all day. But it quickly faded as soon as the silence went on for too long, allowing physics to jump right back into the forefront of my mind.

Stefan kept taking deep breaths and pausing to smile at me as we walked, and I tried my best to follow his lead. I just couldn't quite focus on being outdoors with my boyfriend with that problem set sitting at home, unfinished and taunting me, with the due date rapidly approaching with every minute that ticked by. It was driving me crazy.

Stefan slowed down a little as we made it to a clearing, and my mind was taken off the immediate problem for another moment as I saw the beautiful, cascading waterfall leading down into a sparkling pool of water. There was a nice stretch of grass around the pool, which was the perfect spot for a little picnic. It honestly looked like something out of a Disney movie.

"Wow..." I breathed, taking a minute to take it all in. "Stefan, this is incredible."

"I thought you might like it," he said, smiling at me lovingly. "Now come on, let's spread out the picnic blanket so we can have some lunch."

I grinned and followed him closer to the water, helping him spread out a picnic blanket. We sat down and Stefan opened the picnic basket to reveal almost all of my favorite foods, including sandwiches and a bunch of different kinds of fruit.

This was practically heaven.

"Stefan, you're amazing," I sighed, shifting to lean against him as I took a bite of my sandwich. "Thank you for dragging me out here."

"Any time," he said, kissing the top of my head. We sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the day, and I didn't even think of physics once. Then, Stefan spoke up again. "What do you say after lunch we take a dip in the pool?"

My eyebrows shot up as I turned to look at him.

"Stef, it's barely over sixty. The water's going to be freezing!"

"Yeah, but that's part of the fun. Come on, Y/N. Live a little."

Stefan nudged me playfully, and I just rolled my eyes. "Live a little" was the same phrase I used to get Stefan out and having fun whenever he was in a vampire brood-spiral. Now he was turning my own words against me.

"Come on, Y/N... come on..." Stefan dragged out his words, leaning into me more and more every time. I laughed, barely managing to keep from tipping all the way over. Stefan just applied more pressure, and I had no option but to give in.

"Alright, fine! Fine, geeze. Who woulda thought Stefan Salvatore on a non-ripper binge would resort to such violent means."

"Ha ha, very funny. You know what I think of that?" Stefan just looked at me, and I shook my head, a little nervous to see his answer. Without another moment's hesitation, Stefan used his super speed to throw me over his shoulder. Before I knew what was happening we were both in the water, completely soaked and freezing our asses off.

"Stefan! It's cold!" I yelled as he let me go. I shook my head to clear it, finding a spot shallow enough for me to float on my tippy toes. Stefan just grinned back at me.

"Oh come on, Y/N! It's not that bad!"

"Oh yeah?" He nodded, and I whipped my arms through the water to send the biggest splash I could at him. I accomplished my mission, even soaking his hero hair enough that it wasn't quite so spiky. "Ha!"

Stefan raised an eyebrow and started walking towards me slowly, and I felt an excited thrill shock my heart. I grinned and turned to run back to shore, but I barely made it three steps before Stefan had his arms wrapped around me. He lifted me up in the water and spun me around, eventually setting me down again and placing soft kisses on my neck. I sighed, my eyelids fluttering closed as I leaned back against him. Then, out of nowhere, I got hit in the face with a wave of water!

"Stefan!" I yelled, whirling around and shoving him in the chest. He held his hands up in surrender, eyes wide.

"I have no idea who did that."

I shook my head, but I couldn't stop the smile slowly spreading on my face.

"Whatever. I'm sure it was one of those woodland creatures you like to eat, taking revenge on you by splashing your girlfriend," I said with an eyeroll.

"Yes. That's exactly what it was."

I laughed. Stefan waded closer and gave me a proper kiss this time, without the splashing to ruin the mood. I leaned into it, and in a flash we were out of the water and on the picnic blanket again. He hadn't even broken the kiss for a second.

"I still don't understand how you do that," I muttered, pulling back for a second. Stefan just smiled.

"I'm magic."

I scoffed, pulling him down for another kiss and running my hand through his hair. Stephan deepened the kiss, and I was just starting to lose myself completely in Stefan's embrace when a thought popped into my head. I tried to push it aside, but it just got louder and louder until it was blaring like an alarm at the front of my conscious. I let the thought come, focusing on it for a few seconds as I continued to kiss Stefan, and then I froze like a statue.

I knew how to finish my physics homework.

"Y/N? What's wrong?" asked Stefan, pulling back gently and looking at me with a face full of concern.

I looked back at him sheepishly. "I just figured out how to solve that problem set."

"Now? Right now, while we were kissing now?"

"Yeah..."

"Any chance you can finish it later?" he asked, lowering his voice and leaning back in, locking his gaze on me the way I loved. Still, I gently pushed him away.

"I'm literally terrified that if I don't do this right now, I'll lose it again."

Stefan sighed. "I guess we better hurry up and get you home, then."

"You're an angel on earth, Stef." I leaned in and gave him one last peck on the lips, then I shot up and started shoving our picnic stuff back into the basket. "Come on, we have to hurry! I can't risk losing this thought and getting stuck with that stupid mental block again."

Stefan shook his head, but I could see him smiling. He used his speed to pack up the picnic in about two seconds flat, and then whisked us both out of there in almost the same time. He sped all the way home, and I sat down to knock out my physics homework as quickly as humanly possible. It was still going to take me a few hours to finish, but that was better than a few days, especially since I wasn't going to be tearing my hair out the entire time now.

Besides, I had an extra incentive to finish my homework quickly. Stefan was staying with me to do some of his own work, and we had unfinished business that I wanted to get to as soon as humanly possible.

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assyla-28 · 4 years ago

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"Wish I Was..." - Kirishima

Summary: Where y/n falls for Kirishima, but realizes it’s too late to confess their feelings and has to watch from the sidelines.

Warnings: Slight Angst

Word Count: 1.5k

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As Mr. Ectoplasm left the class closing the door behind him you got the sudden urge to bang your head against the table, completely not understanding today’s math lesson. Let’s be honest though, when did you ever. With one loud bang, you slammed your forehead to the desk, your slight wince not going unnoticed by your fellow 1-A classmates.

You jolted a bit when you felt a light hand rub your back, “Y/N, are you okay there?” Peeling your head from the desk you saw Kirishima stare down at you with worry.

Visibly relaxing you replied, “Not really, I can never understand a thing that comes out of Mr. Ectoplasam’s mouth.”

Kiri chuckled lightly before reassuring you that you weren’t alone and that it’s manly to ask for help sometimes. To sweeten the deal and hopefully make you feel better, Kirishima invited you to sit with the Bakusquad at lunch. You start to feel butterflies flutter in your stomach and you accept his offer, looking forward to spending more time with him.

To be honest you’ve had a crush on Kiri for a while. You started to notice the little things about him. The way he rubs the back of his neck when he gets nervous, the small barely noticeable scar on his right eye, and how he goes out of his way to protect his friends. You’ve recently come to terms with it after he saved your ass for the thousandth time when a group of students bumped into you, causing you to take a tumble. He called out the rude students and helped you up along with the papers on the floor, offering you a kind smile that you couldn’t help but blush at.

Once receiving your lunch from Lunch Rush you brought your tray to the table seeing Denki bothering Bakugo, tick marks already visible on his face. You sat between Kirishima and Sero enjoying the fun banter within the squad. You couldn’t help but stare whenever Kirishima laughed or how his sharp teeth would peek out sometimes when he smiled. Too engrossed with admiring him you didn’t know who was on the receiving end of those smiles.

As time passed not only have your feelings deepened but your friendship with Kirishima has also grown. You learned that Kirishima went to the same middle school as Mina and she was a big part of why he was at UA. Mina helped show him that it’s okay to be afraid and what matters most is your heart’s intentions, that fear can’t stop him from being a hero. Kirishima holds so much respect for Mina, but you couldn’t help the sinking feeling starting to brew in the pit of your stomach.

You looked forward to any time you could spend with Kirishma, treasured the time you guys would walk side by side in the hallways. You were in the middle of telling Kiri a story on your way to the dorms, “Then the banana milk came flying out of his nose… Kirishima you okay?” You followed his gaze and saw him staring at Mina as she walked away from Uraraka and Asui. You nudge him, causing him to spin his head towards you bewildered, “I can go back to the dorms by myself if you want to chat with Mina.”

Kiri’s eyes widened, “Really Y/N? Are you sure?” With a final nod, he made his way to Mina trying to catch up to her. You stared for a few more seconds before sighing and heading back to your room.

You noticed more often how Kiri went out of his way to talk to Mina, help her with homework, and cheer her up when she was down. You wanted to hate Mina so badly for taking the only person to treat you right, but you couldn’t. She was such an angel, she was so bright and memorizing. Mina had her arms draped over Kirishima’s shoulders while he sat at his desk, peeking at his notes, teasing him about his messy handwriting. You couldn’t fathom hating someone that makes Kirishima so happy. Pushing your feelings aside you turned the other way focusing your attention on whatever Deku was muttering about.

Kirishima wasn’t the only one who noticed your sudden change, the teachers had spoken to you about your dropping grades. Not only have your grades suffered but your mental health took a hit. You distanced yourself from the Bakusquad as much as you could without being too suspicious. You thought if you slowly went away it wouldn’t hurt when Kirishima would inevitably ask Mina out. Whenever Kirishima brought up your weird personality change, you hid behind fake smiles and would divert the conversation back to Kirishima asking him about the latest news on Mina causing him to usually blush.

You fully supported Kirishima and Mina, how selfish would you be if you denied him happiness. He deserved all the happiness in the world, and you couldn’t do that for him. If truth be told, you encouraged him multiple times to talk to Mina about his crush on her. After the fifth time, he decided to take your advice. The next day he showed up to class with a smile on his face and Mina wrapped around his arm.

It was late on a Friday night and the common room was abandoned, giving you the perfect time to escape and relax from the stress-filled week, until the reason for your stress made its presence known. You tried to make a run for it but were quickly restrained by your elbow.

“Y/N you have to stop running away! This has been going on for far too long.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Kirishima.”

“Oh, I think you do! You lock yourself up in your room, never come up to hang out with the squad, you constantly look depressed, and your grades are dropping! What’s happening? Please tell me, you can trust me.”

You sigh in defeat. “Don’t worry about it Kiri, it isn’t important.”

“Lies! It’s important if it’s stopping me from hanging out with my friend! Let's be honest here, this all started a little bit before Mina and I got together!”

“What does that have to do with anything!”

“I don’t know Y/N, you tell me!”

Your head is facing down towards the ground hands balled into tight fists, chest rising up and down rapidly. “You wanna know why,” Kiri silently nods his head waiting for answers “it’s because I loved you okay!”

Kirishima’s eyes widened, he couldn’t believe the words that had come out of your mouth. It didn’t make sense, you were the one that told him to tell Mina about his feelings. Why would you do that if you liked him? He thought your weird behavior was because you were jealous. Jealous that you weren’t getting the same amount of attention that you used to.

You slowly raised your head not hearing Kiri say anything after a while. Finally, he could see the tears you’ve tried so hard to hide all this time. The number of times you’ve cried to sleep wallowing in self-pity. Kiri hated seeing anyone he cared about cry including you. When he saw the fat tears rolling down your face and the almost silent hiccups escape your mouth, his face grew solemn.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I never wanted to hurt you. I didn’t want to hurt anybody! I’m supposed to protect people! That’s why I became a hero. What kind of hero am I if all I’m doing is hurting you!”

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you. You always put the burden on yourself, I knew you would blame yourself. You are so, so kind and selfless, Kirishima,” you hiccupped.

After a quick gulp, you continued. “So, how could I ever come in between you and someone who makes you so happy? I would rather suffer for a bit than sit there and watch your smile leave your face. You deserve so much better Kiri.”

It was a lot to process but all that was on Kiri’s mind was the need to comfort you, always putting others before himself. He ran into you pulling you into the tightest hug he could muster and whispered as a tear ran down his face. “I’m sorry Y/N I pushed you too hard and made you cry. That wasn’t very manly of me. I want you to know that you mean so much to me and I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

“I guess you’re stuck with me,” you replied with a light-hearted laugh. “Are we good now?”

“Yeah, we’re good.” With one last glance and an awkward smile, Kiri said, “Once again I’m sorry” before walking away back to his room.

With tears still in your eyes you brought a hand up to wipe them away and whispered, “No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I lied to you. I still love you.” You followed Kirishima’s lead and walked back to your room missing the body that had rounded the corner after the coast was clear.

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evermorehaikyuu · 4 years ago

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Day 9

Title: The King of the Castle

Note: No warnings here either, no one dies, unfortunately because that would’ve made the angst better. Anyways, here it is, the Kageyama angst! I have a plan for Hinata’s tomorrow, I’m so excited for it. Enjoy.

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In this world, you weren’t allowed to have your pride get in the way of someone asking if you needed help. It was obviously seen as rude and sometimes reputation-threatening. Or, in Kageyama Tobio’s case, loveless and seen as an outcast. He became better and better with each set and play, but stepped on people as he rose to the top. That was the behavior of a king, earning his nickname.

Through middle school, he stayed away from other people. Actually, other people stayed away from him just because of the aura around him. It was not inviting at all.

Even with all of this and the warnings, Y/N decided to give him a chance. It may have been the best decision of her life at that moment, but soon she’d come to realize that it was Kageyama himself that helped her see who were the people she could actually be around.

In the meantime, she started hanging around Kageyama, going after him. He would’ve been blind to not see her bouncing around him. One day, he couldn’t take it. “What do you want from me?”

“Well, I just want to be around you, is that so wrong?” Y/N said, huffing as she crossed her arms. “Listen, you don’t hang out with anyone, you’re always alone and besides that, you’re always sleeping in class, which, by the way, does not help your grade at all. You’ll have to keep them up if you want to continue playing volleyball.”

Every single one of these sentences pierced him like an arrow. It was the cold and harsh truth but he preferred not to say it out loud out of fear that the reality would hit him in the face. So he stuck to what he knew. “How do you even know I play volleyball?”

“You’re the prodigy, aren’t you? That’s why you’re alone, you’re the King of the Court, Kageyama Tobio.” Y/N tapped her chin with her fingers, grinning up at him.

Kageyama didn’t say anything but that nickname made him grimace every time he heard it. He didn’t like it and yet it fit him. It would follow him around like a chain and ball shackled to his ankle. There was no way to break it. “I’m alone because no one can keep up with me.”

“Which is your problem, you need to slow down! Not everyone can be like you, King.” She stuck her tongue out at him and he was strongly reminded of his old mentor, Oikawa Tooru.

“What’s your name?” Good, stick to the basics. Maybe she’ll leave. Or maybe….she’ll stay. He found himself wanting her to still be around him. Maybe it was fondness from his heart but something about her was alluring enough for him to want her to stay around him and not be like the rest of the people in the hallways.

“I’m Hinata Y/N!”

And thus, the king had found his princess, but the question was how long would he be able to keep her? Would she leave out of her own accord? Or would it be his fault that she left him? He shook his head, trying to get those thoughts out of his head with no avail. Pushing them away for another day, he looked down at the girl who was talking about something.

“….My brother plays volleyball but he’s the only one on his team that actually knows what he’s doing. Everyone else tries their best, of course, but I think he’d be better on a team where the others can challenge him to be better.”

So her brother plays volleyball. Maybe she plays volleyball as well.

With this thought in mind, they kept walking along, her talking and him nodding from time to time.

“You’re failing math, aren’t you?” Y/N rubbed her forehead. Already in their third year of junior high, they were close to graduating and heading to the next phase in their lives. Kageyama and Y/N had been good friends for two years, but his nature had not changed much. He was still called the King of the Court and it was a wonder as to how Y/N could even be around him.

Kageyama grunted, sipping at his milk. Y/N slumped her head onto his desk, sighing deeply. “Look, we need to fix that grade or they’re kicking you off of the volleyball team.”

“We have another test coming up–” His eyes widened as he recalled the date of the test that would make or break his volleyball reputation. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?! Oh God, we’ll never make it, you’re gonna fail, Tobio. I love you a lot, but give it up, you’re gonna fail.” Y/N groaned.

Kageyama sighed in frustration, knowing that there was no way he could pass in such a short amount of time. Unless… “Y/N, why don’t you tutor me? I’ll be able to pass with you as my tutor, I know it.”

Y/N tilts her head, staring at him. “Okay, fine, I give in, let’s do it.”

Kageyama had passed his test and he was still on the volleyball team, but the problem with his mentality arose again after losing his tournament. He had a dark shadow over his face as Kindaichi said, “It was just one loss, we can fix–”

“No! We can’t fix it, why aren’t any of you faster, my sets are so easy to spike! You have to move faster, jump higher, anything, just make sure to HIT THAT BALL!” His voice rose higher with those last three words before being taken aback at what he said.

Y/N had arrived and dragged him out of his team’s vicinity. She crossed her arms and stared at him. “Are you hearing yourself? You’re getting back at your king tendencies, I thought we got over this.”

“Yeah, but none of them move faster, if it wasn’t for them, we would’ve won, Y/N!” He tried to get it through her head, but unlike the brother he’d soon meet, Y/N was incredibly stubborn and ruthless when it came to her thoughts.

“Have you ever thought about the fact that your team is trying their best and maybe you’re going too harsh on them?”

“I am not! I’m being perfectly precise with them and–”

“NO. No, Tobio, that’s not how a team works! You have to communicate and that’s not the only thing you have to do! Practice can only take you so far, it’s how you get along with your team that will help you in your games! This is why they call you the king of the court, you can hardly control your temper and you expect everyone else to do things for you, when you can barely do simple things yourself!”

That was the last straw. Every single bit of anger rushed out of him and was poured into every single one of his next words. “What would you know about any of this? You don’t have anyone else, if it wasn’t for me, you’d be alone. You shouldn’t be talking about being alone, that’s hypocrisy.”

“Oh, so now you’re being smart? Use your head, Tobio.” She clenched her fists, trying to control herself. “Listen, we don’t have to go further with this–”

“No. You think that I care about any of them. They’re just there to help me. You? You were never a part of me, you never changed anything about me so don’t think you have the right to go around, parading about how you changed me.”

“I wasn’t going to! Tobio, I did all of that because I care about you!” Her voice cracked with the last word. Her heart started hurting. Here she was, fighting with her best friend about something so quizzical and he was fighting back, unleashing all of his rage towards her. She could say that he didn’t mean it, but deep down, she knew he meant every word.

“I don’t care about you. No one does.” He spat, the words now irreversible and hanging between them. It was as if the world around them had paused and not in a good way. The look in Y/N’s eyes made him wish he could take back his words and he regretted it.

Swallowing dryly, Y/N’s voice shook as she started speaking. “I was scared of this happening. I shouldn’t have believed you could’ve changed. You’re just another tyrant.”

“Wait, Y/N–” He reached out for her, but she turned away from him.

“Don’t. Please. I’m not another one of your victims, I don’t want to be one of them.” He could hear the tiniest sniffle as she wiped her eyes and started walking away from him.

It was that easy to lose your best friend. He could hear himself screaming in his head, pleading for him to go after her and tell her that she was everything to him, that he was terrified of being anywhere without her. But his feet stayed glued to the floor, the feeling of helplessness getting worse and worse as he watched her receding back. Looking down at his hands, he gulped, trying not to break. The last time he felt pain like this was when his grandfather died.

The internal oath he had made about not hurting her, void. She was just a shadow at first to him before becoming someone he trusted wholeheartedly. He wanted to love her, but could barely understand anything outside of volleyball. What he did understand is that loss affected him gravely. Irreversible. Worthless. All of that chided him as he hung his head, silent tears coming out of his eyes and pooling onto the floor.

How many more people could he afford to lose?

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oboevallis · 4 years ago

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shy

i am so sorry this is so long, this is part of my unexpected universe

“Hey we’re home!” Link announced coming through the door with their daughters on his hip. He could tell by the look on his wife’s face she was on the verge of tears. “Hey what’s going on?”

“This makes no sense.” Amelia’s voice broke mid sentence.

“Mommy don’t cry.” Scout begged, it upset him seeing his mother upset.

“Can you help him? I’ll clean up Addie.” She took the girl from links arms, and link could hear the girls mother ask how soccer practice was, and heard his daughter explain how she hated it.

“What do we have here? Long division?”

“Yeah, is mommy okay? Why’d she get so upset over math?” Scout innocently asked.

“Well her hormones are in overdrive right now because she’s pregnant. So that can make her kinda emotional. So things that don’t normally upset her can upset her now.” Link tried to explain it simply for their son to understand.

“Oh like when Addie was in her belly and she’d cry when my dinosaur action figure would bite her dinosaur action figure?”

“Exactly.” Link ruffled his sons dirty blonde hair and directed his attention towards the math sheet. After a half hour the girls came back into the kitchen both in their pajamas. To find the boys still working on the worksheet.

“You guys figure it out?”

“Not yet.” Link was embarrassed to admit, but he didn’t seem to understand it either.

“This is ridiculous.” Amelia sighed taking out her phone and putting the problem into her calculator.

“Mommy we can’t do that we have to show our work.” It took everything in the boys mother not to roll her eyes.

“It’ll be fine. If you get in trouble it’s on me. But this is ridiculous if two surgeons can’t figure it out they can’t expect a third grader to.”

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“There was no reason for that to of been as difficult as it was.” Amelia complained still upset about the math problem as she crawled into bed.

“He’ll figure it out in class tomorrow. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Link distractedly said, other things on his mind worrying him.

“You okay? You seem off.” Amelia stated once curling into her husband.

“Yeah, just worried about Addie.”

“Why?” Amelia’s head shot up so she was looking at him.

“Well when I picked Addie up, I showed up a bit early. So they were still practicing, and the coach asked them to pair up and Addie didn’t go to anyone. She waited until someone had to go up to her cause she was the only one left.”

“Well, I mean. She may just not have friends on the team.”

“You don’t find it concerning that every time we tell her it’s time for soccer she loses her mind and starts crying?”

“She just doesn’t want to stop playing with her toys.”

“Amelia.” Link sighed, his girlfriend didn’t understand what he was trying to say. “I don’t think she has any friends on the team.”

“Well she isn’t going to be friends with everyone. Maybe she just doesn’t like soccer, and if that’s the case she doesn’t have to go anymore she hates it anyway.”

“She doesn’t have friends in general, Amelia! And she’s most definitely not stopping soccer.”

“If she wants to, she can stop playing soccer. Especially if it’s making her unhappy.” Amelia disregarded his first statement.

“Amelia she’s not stopping soccer. Your coddling her. When she gets invited to a birthday party and she doesn’t want to go you let her! That’s not good she needs to make friends and be put in social situations.” Link was starting to lose his temperament. “And she barely gets invited to birthday parties or play dates in the first place because she has no friends!”

“She has friends.” Amelia nervously bit at her lip, knowing that wasn’t true.

“Amelia..”

“She has Scout. They’re good friends.”

“Their siblings.”

“Yeah and they get along and play well together. Better than me and my siblings.”

“I’m not saying she has to have 100 friends but she needs more than just Scout.”

“She’ll have this baby.” Amelia gestured towards her small bump. “And some kids just don’t have a lot of friends.”

“I get that, but she has 0 friends. Scout has tons and tons I barley can keep track.”

“Now your comparing her to Scout?”

“No, of course not. You know what. We can finish this conversation in the morning.” Link sighed turning around, pushing his wife off of him.

________________________________________

“Can I have some more syrup mommy?” Addie asked holding out her plate.

“Of course.” Amelia smiled, pouring the syrup onto the girls waffles. “So your birthday is coming up. I was thinking we could have a party who do you want to invite?”

“You and daddy and Scout and Auntie Maggie and Auntie Mer and Zola and Bailey and Ellis. Oh! And Jo!” Addie smiled excitedly.

“Well how about any of your friends from school?” Amelia wearily asked, she could feel Links gaze on her. Addie shook her head no and messily ate her waffle getting syrup all over herself.

“You should invite some of your friends. Or maybe your friends from soccer. Everything is so much funner with friends.” Scout suggested, after taking a long gulp of orange juice.

“Hmm no thanks. Just the people I said.”

“That’s boring.” Scout concluded.

“If it’s what Addie wants than it’s fine. And funner is not a word.” The boys mother reprimanded. Scout looked outside the window to see some of the kids on the block playing kick ball in the cul-de-sac.

“Can I go play kick ball?” Scout asked excitedly, he loved playing with anyone who’d play with him.

“Sure.” Link said looking out the window as well, getting up to follow his son to make sure the game was regulated and no one got hurt.

“I was think we could go to the park today. Just the two of us.” Amelia smiled looking at her daughter.

“Can we got on the swings? That’s my favorite.”

“Of course! You couldn’t go to the park with out going on the swings.”

________________________________________

“Mommy you don’t have to push me. I can do it myself.” Addie told her mother as she kicked her legs back and forth allowing her to keep swinging. “You should swing with me.”

“Anything else you think we should do at the park?” The girls mother asked as she sat on the swing next to her daughter lightly swaying back and forth.

“Maybe the slides.” Addie looked around the park to see if there was anything else she wanted to do, and then back at her mother. “Why aren’t you going high? I’m going waaaaaaaaaaay higher than you.”

“I enjoy just swaying here.”

“That’s kinda boring.”

“Hmm I guess it is.” Amelia looked around the park spotting a boy who looked about her daughters age playing in the sandbox alone. She hopped off the swing and took her daughters hand. “How about we go over there and play with that kid, he seems lonely.”

“No, no, no.” Addie tried pulling away from the grasp her mother had on her hand.

“It’ll be fun. I’m sure it’ll make his day.”

“NO! Please mommy no!” Addison was on the verge of tears, trying to pull her mother back to the swings.

“Why not it could be fun, we could make a new friend.”

“NO mommy please don’t make me! Please no!” Addie begged, struggling to pull her mother back to the swings. Amelia sighed letting go allowing her daughter to run back to the swings. She looked back over to the sandbox to see another boy join the boy already at the sandbox and saw the two get acquainted and playing with one another.

“Look at how much fun those two are having what if we joined them.” Amelia tried again once she walked back to the swings. She watched her daughter look over to the sandbox.

“Want to go on the slides now?” Addie asked trying to change her mother’s attention.

“Sure, want to see if those boys want to join us?”

“No thanks, but you can go play with those boys if you want but I’m going to go on the slide alone.” Addie said jumping off the swing and running over to the slide. Amelia sighed following her daughter to the slides.

_______________________________________

“Why are you so quiet?” Meredith suspiciously asked as the pair operated together simultaneously.

“I’m worried about Addie.”

“Why? Because she doesn’t have any friends?” Amelia looked up at Meredith in shock, not realizing other people had noticed before her.

“What? She just doesn’t. Ellis didn’t have many friends when she was Addie’s age. Now that she’s in middle school she’s a bit more outgoing and has more friends. But she’s still just soft spoken and reserved.”

“How’d you get Ellis to make friends?”

“You can’t make your kid do anything. I just let her be and didn’t push her. I’d take her to the park and go up to kids with her and help her ask questions and get friendly with kids. And before going to a birthday party I’d tell her who was going to be there and what would most likely happen. That seemed to help her, every kids different though.”

“I took her to the park this morning and there was this boy in the sandbox by himself and I suggested we go over to play with him and she got so upset and begged me not to make her go over there. So she went back to the swings and I look over to see this other kid go up and introduce himself and they just started playing. And I realized I’ve never seen Addie do that.”

“Some kids just aren’t outgoing.”

“But she’s so outgoing when she plays with Scout. When Ellis was her age even if she was comfortable with someone and having fun she was still quiet spoken. I known Addie can be friendly and outgoing she just isn’t with people other than Scout.”

“Every kids different, you know that. What’s she like during play dates?” Meredith looked up at her sister when she didn’t respond. “She doesn’t do play dates?”

“She just gets so upset and begs me to let her not go. I just don’t find it worth it making her go if she’s gonna get so upset over.”

“You have to be accommodating to her feelings, but you can’t enable her.”

“I’m not enabling her.” Amelia defensively said.

“Has she ever had a play date with someone other than my kids?”

“Once or twice.”

“Amelia she’s 5.”

“I’m aware of that fact. Now we should really focus on our patient.”

______________________________________

“Thanks for watching the kids Maggie.” Amelia thanked her sister as she walked into the house.

“Of course.” Maggie smiled. “I love spending time with your kids, especially now that Mers kids are older and they don’t really want anything to do with me.”

“It feels like only yesterday they were little kids.” Amelia smiled thinking about when she first came to Seattle and Bailey was a little infant.

“You two have a hot date?” Maggie asked once Link stepped into the foyer, checking her watch for the time. “Kind of early though.”

“Parent-Teacher conference.”

“Oh, sounds fun.”

“Hmm.” Amelia hummed. “Thanks again.”

“Anytime.” The couple walked out of the house and could hear Scout cheering about his aunt being at the house.

“Are you nervous?” Link asked as he buckled his seatbelt and started the car.

“Why would I be nervous. We’ve done tons of parent teacher conferences for Scout.”

“And this is Addies first one.”

“And? It’ll be just the same, they’ll tell us about her grades and how she’s doing on her tests.”

“My parents are thinking about coming up for a visit. I was thinking we could take the kids to a Mariners game when they come.”

“Sounds fun. Scout would absolutely love that. When are they thinking of coming up?” Amelia asked, she enjoyed Links parents and the kids absolutely loved spending time with them.

“Two weeks. I haven’t told them about the pregnancy yet, I’m sure they’ll be excited though.”

“Yeah, I think Addies warmed up to the idea of the new baby.”

“Me too. I wonder what changed.”

“Scout talked to her. He told her about how upset he was when she was on the way, and how they’d still be loved.”

“He’s an amazing big brother.”

“Right? I’m really proud of him, I think being a big brother is the most important job and he’s really living up to it.” The rest of the ride was filled with comfortable silence until they got to the school, and went into their daughters classroom.

“Hi, you two must be Mr and Mrs Lincoln.” The teacher cheerfully greeted, while Amelia internally cringed she hated being referred to as Mrs Lincoln. The two shook the teachers hand and sat down at the table with the teacher. “Id just like to start off by saying how sweet and bright Addison is. Her test scores are right where they should be, and she’s definitely excelling in reading. Silent reading time is her favorite part of the day. I do have some concerns though.”

“What kind of concerns?” Link had a feeling he knew where this was going.

“For example during silent reading a lot of kids like to try and talk to one another about what their reading. And she doesn’t do that.”

“So you concerned she’s following the rules of silent reading?” Amelia asked getting irritated.

“No, I appreciate how she follows rules. That was a bad example. But she doesn’t talk to anyone or play with anyone at recess or lunch. Have you guys noticed this?”

“Yeah, but she plays with her brother a lot though, she knows how to share and play. She likes spending a lot of time with us though.” Link responded.

“Lots of kids have social anxiety.” Amelia felt the urge to cry, she really hated pregnancy hormones, she knew her daughter most likely had social anxiety but to hear someone say it was different. “Kids with social anxiety are attached to their parents, especially when they have working mothers.”

______________________________________

“The teacher was such a bitch! I want Addie out of her class.” Amelia practically yelled slamming the car door.

“That teacher was out of line, I agree but I don’t think we need to get her a new teacher.” Link calmly stated as he started the car. “You know her anxiety isn’t because you work, right?”

“Yeah I know.” Amelia softly says.

“Amelia it’s not your fault.”

“We should look into those play groups though. Try to get her acquainted with people.”

“I agree.” Link agreed the two sat in silence until he spoke again. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“We’re gonna figure this out, and we’re gonna help Addie and it’s all going be fine.”

#amelia shepherd #amelink #atticus lincoln #baby amelink #greys anatomy #greysanatomy #greys fanfic #greys anatomy fanfic #scout lincoln #addison lincoln

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High School AUs

College/University AUs

⭐ A+ fics (imho) | All of the recs

High School AUs

High Scores by popfly ⭐

Kaner is a DDR master, Jonny is ultra-competitive. Bollig just wants to make out with Shawzy.

Dynamical Systems by jezziejay ⭐ - math geek patrick! jock jonny!

Jonny’s plenty smart, but there’s hockey practice just before a double math period every Tuesday and Wednesday morning. He gets to class on time. Physically, he’s there. But his mind is still on the ice. Throw in a kidney infection that keeps him home for two weeks, and Jonny’s struggling. Not failing, but that C is dragging his GPA down, and his mom is making clucking noises. The same noises that mean hockey time is coming up for review.

There’s a note on the student boards advertising tutoring.

promise i'm worthy (to hold in your arms) [One and Only series] - teenage angst and american douchebags ft. ryan kesler

"So come on and give me a chance to prove I am the one who can walk that mile."

love is a contact sport by hazel, mermaid ⭐ - high school soulmates!

"And the tragic reality of Patrick's life is that even though they broke up over a year ago, he and Johnny still play beautiful hockey together."

A high school AU, featuring dream-fish, bad movie dates, and a little bit of magic.

Movie Nights or Five Times Jonny Wanted Popcorn (and One Time He Didn’t) by CoffeeKristin

Patrick had only been working at the movie theater a few weeks when a noisy bunch of boys from his high school burst through the doors just before the last showing of Captain America: Civil War and come tumbling into the lobby, whooping it up. He sighed and put down the containers of popcorn he was counting, mentally preparing himself for the asshattery he was likely to endure.

“What can I get you?” he asked the crowd, and true to form, no one was listening so he waited another moment. Finally one of the boys got pushed to the front, stumbling into the counter. “Fuck, Duncs, not so hard,” he said, and oh. That was Jonathan Toews: Captain of the high school soccer team, president of the student council, son of the mayor. Basically, everything Patrick wasn’t.

do it how you want it done ⭐

(very vaguely) grease-inspired high school au.

yeah, i went there.

kissing your honeyed eyes by forochel

The one that's the British boarding school AU.

This Is What A Love Song Sounds Like by fourfreedoms ⭐ - reunion fic but god the flashbacks! the angst!

When he came out after his freshman year of college his mother said she’d always known, and he’d had to fight down the bizarre wave of paranoia that maybe everybody knew, maybe they’d all just been letting him sweat all those years. It was crazy of course, there was only one person who’d known, who had any idea.Patrick Kane.

Ten years after they fucked around in high school, Patrick and Jonny meet back up at their high school reunion.

roll with it by hazel ⭐

The one where a bunch of Blackhawks inexplicably go to boarding school, Tazer is the world's meanest DM, and Pat doesn't know why anyone would think cutting the head off a hydra was good idea.

Light Me Up by sahiya - where they both went to Shattuck!

Being serious about hockey always meant Patrick would have to leave home. For a long time he thought it would be for juniors and a billet family. But things don't go as planned, and he finds himself at Shattuck-St. Mary's.

His roommate's name is Jonathan Toews. He can't keep his water bottles on his side of the room, and he's unfortunately, stupidly hot. Because Patrick's life sucks.

boot theory by mentalistecbm - teen angst, break up

Everyone knows that they're broken up.

glory days by liketheroad ⭐ - soulmate, teen angst

He never expected his destiny to involve anything but hockey, never thought it would show up in flip flops, but when Patrick smiles at him across the locker room, quick and surprised, Johnny lets his priorities shift and change without a hint of reluctance or regret.

There's Only Blood Running In My Veins by mikarala - pwp

Patrick and Jonny are making out in Patrick’s bedroom when Jonny says it. “I--I,” he stutters out, in between a moan, “I want you to fuck me.”

Gold Seeking Ends by liveinfury - Flipped AU

“Wanna go on the tire swing with me after?” Jonny asks.

“No,” Patrick answers.

“Oh,” Jonny says, looking deflated. “What about the jungle gym?”

“Nope."

“Um, okay,” Jonny says, shrugging before walking away.Sam giggles some more. “I can’t believe Jonny, the dirt eater, likes you.”Patrick smirks at him. “Everyone likes me.”

(or Patrick and Jonny meet in the second grade. Jonny's instantly smitten, Patrick is...not. Ten years later, things start flipping.)

Keep Calm and Don't Think of Star Wars podfic by exmanhater ⭐ - A Clueless AU

After I once again assure Abby that Johnny and I are not, NOT related (by googling the difference between half-brother and stepbrother because jesus fucking christ am I am the only knowledgeable one around here?), she agrees to help.

but i can write a song

“We’re not going to be called Jonny and the Patricks,” Jonny says, sounding entirely too put upon about a name that’s clearly awesome.

[or; the high school band au you probably didn't ask for]

lost in brightness - pat, jon and a crowded train

“You’re gonna get caught one day,” Jonny sighs, herding Pat in front of him as they squeeze onto the train, the crowd thicker than usual. It’s been raining on and off, fall well and truly taking the city in its grasp. Jonny’s already looking forward to meeting Pat by his house every morning, red-cheeked and rugged up, his face barely visible between his toque and scarf.

you're mending what's broken - a stats nerd Patrick story

The guy who sits behind Jonny in AP Stats wants to know how many shots on goal he had last Tuesday. Or at least, that's how it starts.

A high school AU featuring stats nerd Kaner and his Tragic Hockey Backstory (TM), without much time or inclination toward actual tragedy. Instead there is discussion of Corsi. And kissing.

Examine Other Beauties by kiwoa - theater kids!

"I," Jonny says, and he slips his headset up from around his neck to nestle over his ears, "am not an actor."

"Good thing I don't need you to act."

"No."

"Jonny."

"Patrick."

"Please?" Kaner cants forward and tilts his face up to blink at Jonny. In the fluttering light that filters in from the stage, his eyes look unnaturally pale. "Just read the lines, okay? I want to see how well I've memorized them."

Jonny scrubs a hand over his face. The motion knocks his mike askew. "One scene."

A/S/L ⭐ - 90s teenaged kids meeting on webcam omg

The internet is a dangerous place, or:

Patrick and Jonny meet, lie through their teeth, and fall in love. Mostly that last part.

Actual Prom King Brandon Saad by popfly ⭐

Patrick might be a little jealous of the new kid.

Sure Brandon is basically the prom king from every feel-good teenage movie Patrick’s sisters have made him watch, but that doesn’t mean Jonny wants that.

Sign it with your heart by tictactoews + podfic by exmanhater ⭐

Patrick loses a bet and is dared to plant an anonymous love letter into a random locker. It just so happens that the locker belongs to one Jonathan Toews, captain of the school hockey team.Meanwhile, Jonny finds himself in need of a math tutor, and following the advice of his teacher, he asks the new kid, Patrick Kane, for help.

a complicated kindness by liketheroad - young and figuring out d/s ⭐

Patrick still remembers how scared Sharpy looked, just for a second there. He remembers not understanding why anyone would back away from Johnny when he was like that, why they wouldn’t want to strain closer, pushing to see how much further he’d go.

What Comes Easy by impertinence - summer camp of angst

Kaner's determined to never grow up; Tazer's determined to grow up as quickly as possible. Over eleven years of summer camp, they learn to meet in the middle. Set in stlkrchk's Camp Quaquanantuck universe.

mathletes are totally athletes by ukiyo91, yukonecho

Mathlete Patrick Kane never thought that when he was assigned to tutor hockey jock Jonathan Toews that he would be swept up into a new sport...or into Captain Serious.

Toews was like the guild leader Patrick had always aspired to be in WoW, but more of an asshole.

i'll be the embrace that keeps you warm by longtime_lurker - huddling for warmth

It is like death, but it is not death; lovelier. / Cold, inconvenienced, late, what will you do now / with the gift of your left life?

Clumsy by CoffeeKristin - a short first kiss fic uwu

“Knock it off,” she hissed at him. “He’s looking at you!”

“Who?” Patrick said, his head swiveling around, resulting in Erica smacking him again. “Hey! Quit hitting me!”

“Then quit being an idiot,” she huffed. “Jonny Toews, you dunce. He’s looking over here, and you’re biting on the string of your hoodie like a moron.”

look around once in a while by achilleees

One man’s struggle to take it easy.

Based off of “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” but instead of girlfriends and daddy issues, there’s hockey and pining. And daddy issues.

Summer Lovin' by CoffeeKristin - est. relationship insecurities

Patrick's home from summer camp, and Jonny's first on his list of to-do's. Somehow a little actual angst/plot worked it's way in. But mostly it's just porn.

Ninety-Nine Point Three Percent by jimtiberiuskirk - best friends mutually pining

The problem is, is that Patrick is 99.3% sure that Jonny knows all about his giant, embarrassing man-crush on him.

bring it if you really want it by staraflur - harry potter AU

It starts like this:

Well, okay, Patrick has no idea how it actually starts. But as pertains to him (in other words, the important part), it goes a little something like so:

America, being a nation composed in large part of a melting pot of immigrants who may or may not have taken over land already owned by others using less-than-savory means, doesn’t have much of a magical national identity. Much less a magical continental identity. There’s no grand heritage going back thousands of years. Magical families home-schooled all their kids until, like, the 1800’s, and tough for the muggle-born, apparently. Hopefully you got noticed by someone who knew what to do with you before you got burned at the stake. Since you probably can’t control your powers, sport.

(if you're feeling down) i can feel you up by hawkeytime

"Hey," Patrick said appreciatively from behind where Jonny stood, stoic as always, by the side of the pool. "Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Because you have a sweet ass.”Or: How Patrick Kane spent his summer hitting on the hot lifeguard with the help of some inspired (read: awful) pickup lines.

kiss and tell by hawkeytime

“Trust me,” Sharpy says, “this will be good for you.”And then, he shoves Jonny into what appears to be a mostly empty coat closet and slams the door shut behind him.

“What the fuck, Sharp!” Jonny calls, pounding at the door which is, of course, locked.

“Enjoy your seven minutes in heaven, Tazer,” Sharpy singsongs.Then, the bare bulb mounted on the ceiling flares to life, illuminating one Patrick Kane.

Fuck.

i know you are (but what am i) by booktubelover7 - always a girl!pat

Pat throws up her arms in celebration after Toews makes a beautiful goal off of Pat’s assist. She crows in celebration as Toews slams into her, shouting in her ear.

Pat’s playing, she’s playing, she’s playing. Not just that, but she’s winning too.When her line gets back to the bench, Pat leans over to speak into Toews’ ear. “Thank you,” she says. Her teammate just turns his head to look at her, a grin spreading across his face.

Love or Torture - a/b/o

Patrick Kane is too short, too Omega, and his heat too delayed for him to play hockey. Jonathan Toews has a plan to bring glory to both of them.

keep buying the stars by medusacascade22- teacher!Jonny

“Fuck,” Jonny groans. He props his elbows up on his desk and lets his head fall into his hands. It’s going to be a long fucking year.

(or, in which Jonathan Toews is Patrick Kane's teacher, and shit gets real.)

College/Uni AUs

cello suite no. 1 - THIS IS ONE IS A CLASSIC 👌

The first time Jonathan meets Patrick Kane is because he hits him with a lacrosse ball.

In Jonathan's defense, he threw a perfect pass to Seabs, who failed to just reach the one or two feet above his head to catch it.

"Oh shit," Jonathan says when he watched the ball arc across the lawn and whack a blond kid squarely between his shoulder blades.

"Heads up!" he calls belatedly.

this is how we do it series by staraflur ⭐ - frat bros AU!!!

He doesn’t think Zeus is supposed to have a sword, but their Zeus does. So now Jonny does, because of course he’s in charge. He looks, Patrick is drunk enough to acknowledge, far better than anyone has a right to in a grody old Halloween costume that’s probably soaked up the butt sweat of dozens, if not hundreds, of Theta-presidents past. Jonny wears it, Patrick gets the sword. Win-win.

AKA that time there was a frat AU (of course).

This Heart Is Not For Wasting by fourfreedoms - oblivious best friends

Patrick puts his head in his hands. “How could this get any worse?”

“Wait, it’s not like, a big deal is it?” Duncs asks, looking at him and Jonny in turn. “The way you and Jonny are weird about each other? She’s gotta have made her peace with it ages ago.”

A college AU.

love song for love songs by boodreaus ⭐ - angst, internalized homophobia

“Right,” Jonny says. “Cool.” He seems to hesitate, pausing when Patrick goes for the door handle, and then, right as Patrick’s bracing himself to run for the house, Jonny says, “You should come.”

Patrick turns back at him and is handed a piece of paper. “To our next show, I mean,” Jonny is saying as Patrick examines what turns out to be a flyer, thick black lettering taking up every square inch of space on the brilliant sunshine-colored surface. “It’s tomorrow night, at the showcase. Feel free to say yes or no or whatever. If you don’t know, it’s cool.”

“I’ll,” Patrick starts, and then stops, blinking up at him. Jonny’s just watching him, kind of, elbow resting on the steering wheel. “Maybe,” he finally says, and Jonny smiles.

yet we will make him run - some more angst, except more erudite

Kaner the English Lit major AU.

Sigma Chi series by hatrickane - frat bros hook up and then angst about it

Jonny and Patrick run into each other at a frat party. Patrick proposes a way to pass the time.

Can't Wait by LouLa - first time pwp

Pat's on a hair trigger.

when you flex like that - hookup in a frat party

Johnny isn’t drunk, but he does let Sharpy and a couple of frat-looking guys he doesn’t even know talk him into a contest of shots. It’s Sharpy’s fault — he appeals to the competitive side he knows Johnny can’t let go of at the best of times, and one of the guys, blonde curls, a lazy smirk of a grin, picks up on it pretty fast too.

Hope you don't mind by haroldslouis

“Oh, sorry, man,” the guy says, giving him a quick grin. “Thought you were someone else.” He taps the visor of Patrick’s snapback and just like that, he turns around and disappears into the crowd.Patrick doesn’t know how long he stands there, just looking at the general direction he disappeared in.

or, 5 times Jonny mistook Patrick for someone else + 1 time he definitely didn't

Room 4 Rent

Patrick stares at the ad for a while, clicking back and forth between the Craigslist page and his fantasy hockey league, chewing on his bottom lip.

3 bedroom apartment near Loyola. One room available, others occupied by two male students. Shared living room and kitchen. Two bathrooms. Rent split three ways. Email [email protected] or call 773-639-7812 for more info. No texts please.

are you buying what i'm selling? - frat party buddies

The Sigma Chi Halloween Bash is in a week, Jonny’s holding two tickets, and he has nobody to go with.

He had a somebody to go with, until that somebody decided Jonny’s student athlete life wasn’t worth hanging around for. Their relationship was already tanking anyway; Jonny’s more upset about potentially wasting a $40 ticket than that shit ending. Whatever.

Just A Spark by heartstrings ⭐ - magical realism!

In a desperate attempt to hide his feelings from the object of his affections, Patrick accidentally drinks a love potion that causes the people around him to fall for him. Too bad it seems to work on everyone but Jonny.

do you know who you are? by liveinfury - frat bros

“Sure, Cap. I’ll try to keep it quiet.” Patrick winks at Jonny. “But be honest, you like the noises I make, huh?”

“What? Of course not!" Jonny sputters. "I’m not gay!”

(or where Jonny can't figure out why he feels so uneasy when Patrick brings guys home to their frat house).

The Great Desk Assembly Project - they were roommates

“I’m going to nail some shit,” he says. “Jonny, come watch me nail some shit.”

“We share a room, I don’t need to watch you nail anything else.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night,” Pat says with a laugh in his voice. He reaches back behind him and punches Jonny in the shoulder for good measure.

No, It's Not A Secret by SimoneClouseau ⭐ - always a girl Jonny

Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your boyfriend. No way, no way. I think you need a new one.

Jehanne Toews is dating a loser. Sometimes it takes a ridiculous awesome young star on the Blackhawks to see the light.

good form - always a girl Pat! ⭐

“Best head of your life?”

“Yes, he was better than you, you competitive motherfucker.” Hayds says it like it’s a joke, like it’s funny, like it’s not the single most devastating thing a girl could say to Pat.

“A hockey bro gave you the best head of your goddamn life? Am I in the fucking Upside Down?”

“Believe it, baby. Jonathan Toews: hockey bro and magical pussy-eating wizard.”

forever i'll try for you and i by staraflur - always girls Jon and Pat!

It’s extra great—whenever Jo’s losing, she always makes like their running point tally competition isn’t real. Tonight’s true to form: when Trish holds up three fingers and points at herself, then two before pointing at Jo, Jo actually scoffs as she pokes at a couple chicken breasts with the tongs, trying to find the best one.

remedial at love - jonny ‘i'm great at math but the math tutor's really hot so i'm gonna pretend i'm not' toews

There have been a lot of things Kaner’s done that could be considered suspect. He chose the Backstreet Boys over Nsync for the Kane Dance-Off Championship when he was 15. He opted to go to Disneyland instead of Disney World for his high school graduation present. He frosted his tips after coming out in 12th grade because he thought that was like, the obvious thing to do until he realized this was not, in actuality, the 90s.

But this one. Calling up ‘Jtoews’ and requesting tutelage in math when he was a fucking wiz at math was -- the most highly suspect of all.

Drink yourself under, fuck yourself over by Mythisea

Jonathan Toews is the sophomore captain of the college hockey team. Patrick Kane recently quit hockey before coming to college.

Jonny thinks Patrick would be perfect on his wing. Patrick would rather be drinking. Jonny does not approve.

Make The Moves Up As I Go by agirlnamedfia - tutor!Jonny with a dash of angst and pining

Patrick has his first Econ 202 class on the second day of the spring semester. It doesn’t exactly go well.

how to make boys-next-door out of assholes series by bessyboo, thisissirius - textfic

Yo man, Sharpy's having a party tonight. You up for it or you gonna be a boring shit and study???

it's only you and me by crystaljules - graduation blues

"We're so fucking stupid."

Overdosed on Confidence by runphoebe ⭐ - fwb, internalized homophobia

“Someone could -,” Jonny starts, breaking off when Patrick ducks down to draw Jonny’s lips against his, kissing him fever-hot and wet and desperate. Jonny’d be embarrassed by how hungrily he responds, but he knows Pat’s into it, moaning unashamedly into Jonny’s mouth when he tightens a hand around Pat’s neck. “Someone could see,” he finally gets out, voice rough, when Patrick pulls back, as if Patrick’s supposed to believe that that’s any sort of protest.

Patrick licks his lips, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners of them in that familiar way like when Patrick's got a particularly bad idea on his mind. “Guess you better be quick then, huh?” he says cryptically, waggling his eyebrows at Jonny. Jonny’s a second away from rolling his eyes and asking what he means when Patrick slithers off Jonny’s lap and onto his knees on the floor beneath Jonny’s table and - oh. Oh.

Silence Gives You Space by liveinfury - pining, misunderstandings

“Have you been avoiding me?”

“’Course not,” Patrick says. “I’m just letting you do your own thing.”

“My own thing?”

“Yeah, didn’t want to crowd your space,” Patrick blurts out. Fuck, he didn’t mean to actually say that.“You’re not…”

“Cool.”

tuck you in - getting together

“You sexiled again?" He smirks and stuffs down the fondness that rolls through him at theway Jonny’s hair is rumpled and a little bit wavy.

Jonny sits up slowly, groaning. “Yeah. Fuck, this is the third time in a week and a half.”

obvious from the start - radio DJs Pat and Jon!

It’s not like Patrick even likes radio, because he hasn’t really listened to anything that’s not on his iPod or his Pandora stations in years, but when he notices the red and white flyer advertising the student radio station on the ground, he picks it up with the excuse that he’s trying to be environmentally friendly.When he played hockey they told Patrick that he was too small, too short to be a hockeyplayer; that he’d never make it because of his size. Hockey is, was, his heart and soul, and he’d put years and years of his life into the one thing he knew he was good at; threw his very being into the best he could be to prove that he can do it, be the best, even if he was small.

Patrick supposes maybe he'll find something else that he’s just as good at.

stupid college boys series by 19trash88 - Jonny is the cute guy from Econ class

Patrick’s not one to wax poetic about a penis, but if ever there was a reason to, Jonathan Toews’ cock would be at the top of the list.

Green Light by heartstrings - friends to lovers

Patrick knows two things: he likes sex and he likes Jonny. If Jonny's newly single there's no reason not to combine the two. Right?

Everybody Wants to Touch Some(body Paragraphs) by Kerfluffle ⭐

Wherein Jonny writes the worst essay ever, and weirdness abounds.

Motivation by somethingnerdythiswaycomes ⭐ - pwp

Only Jonny could keep working on his LIT-110 paper while Patrick was getting himself off next to him. Fuck, but Patrick loved him so much.

Muse series by by somethingnerdythiswaycomes

So Jonny had applied for every damn job he was qualified for, even the "life model" one TJ goaded him into.So Jonny had received an email the next day asking for his availability to come in for a session.So, as it turned out, it wasn’t some random chick that was going to draw him. It was some random dude.

So "life model" apparently meant "nude model."

You Love Me, I Love You Harder So by leyley09 - overly competitive boys on the hockey team

Patrick circles around him at center ice. “Jonathan, my team is going to kick your team’s ass so hard your parents will be embarrassed without even knowing why.”“I’m gonna give you a lesson in goal scoring you’ll never forget.”“Toews, you couldn’t give me a lesson in long distance spitting. Anything you can do, I can do better.”“Oh yeah?”“I can do anything better than you.”

Jonathan Toews is used to be being the best. He has zero clue what to do with competition.

Especially when the competition is cute.

middle ground by boodreaus - college road trip, friends to lovers

Jonny, Patrick, and an excellent adventure.

Who Knew by themistrollsin

Jonathan and Patrick meet after they're forced to go to a party by their best friends (Adam and Brent respectively).

Night Moves by heartstrings - meetcute

After a series of unfortunate drunk events that lead him from falling into a snowbank to being laughed at by the police, Jonny meets Patrick in an elevator.

Ignite My Fire, Object Of My Desire by ThalassicThedes ⭐- theater boys!!!

A good ol' fashioned College Au in which the college itself is hardly even mentioned. Just... make of this what you will.

absolute beginners by heartstrings, thundersquall

That time Jonny walked into a diner and accidentally got himself a temporary fake boyfriend.

Like A Classic - royalty!Jonny

So: due to a series of complicated and improbable events involving some sort of life debt and signed promise from two generations ago, it was decreed that Patrick had to marry the Crown Prince of Canada.

Captain Oblivious by wantstothrill - royalty!Pat

Why would Jonny care about the American royal family visiting his university? He's Canadian. He hasn't paid any attention to Prince Patrick since he was a teenager. He's more concerned with the very hot guy he's just run into, who's name also happens to be Patrick. What a coincidence.

check out the high school AUs tag aaand the college AUs tag @ 1988rebloggedfic!

#patrick kane #jonathan toews #hockey rpf #blackhawks #chicago blackhawks #1988 #1988 fic rec #for any corrections and suggestions DM ME!!!#i think the best part of making these reclists for me is thinking up cheesy names for a theme and creating the banner lol

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emy-loves-you · 4 years ago

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Sanders Sides AU-gust Day 13: Rock Band

Patton is the most popular boy in school, yet he can’t get the attention of his three crushes. When he learns that they’re all starting a band together, he becomes determined to make their dreams come true. Patton POV, endgame LAMP

TW: Use of homophobic slur

Day 12 | Masterlist | Day 14

Patton Picani liked to think that he had superpowers. He could sway almost any person to be kind with just a smile. He could ask one question and topple an entire social norm. He could transform a nobody into a somebody with just a few words. It was his superpower, the ability to effortlessly sway the masses.

The truth was… complicated. Or rather, it was a series of scenarios and lessons that gave Patton this ‘superpower.’ The people who gave them to him? His parents, Emile and Remy Picani.

Emile and Remy loved their son very much and taught them everything they knew. This wasn’t a bad thing; Patton soaked up the lessons like a sponge. But the parents each had different things to teach him. Emile taught Patton everything he knew as a therapist so he could avoid conflicts. How to tell what someone’s feeling, what to say when someone’s upset, etc. Remy taught Patton how to grow up in a world turned against him. How to tell the difference between real and fake friends, how to lie with a straight face, how to spot a bully, etc. Emile helped Patton be confident in expressing himself with pastel colors and skirts. Remy helped Patton never lose a game of poker. So before Patton even started elementary school, he knew how to use his ‘superpowers.’

Patton also learned things on his own throughout the years. He learned that bullies were feared but not trusted. He learned that teacher’s pets would tell on you at a moment’s notice. He learned how to control the rumor mill, and which friends would stab him in the back. So in their tiny town with only three elementary schools, two middle schools, and one high school, Patton rose to power quickly. But Patton wouldn’t abuse his power. No, Patton tried to make a difference. He offered teacher’s pets protection and popularity in exchange for getting bullies suspended. He kept the rumor mill focused on the popular kids and away from the nobodies that couldn’t protect themselves. He ruined the lives of violent jocks and snotty rich kids with a few words and a disapproving frown. Bullying reached an all-time low, and by the time Patton was in high school he was the ‘friend’ of almost everyone in the city under the age of 21 (and all their parents. Patton was a model citizen, no one could dislike him).

But there was a cost for Patton’s power. Even though he was technically ‘friends’ with everyone, he didn’t have any actual friends. Everyone thought they were his friend, but after a while, everyone’s faces started to look the same. And even when they did catch Patton’s attention, they were usually too far down the social ladder for Patton to be more than casual acquaintances with.

There were exactly three people that caught Patton’s attention, and they just so happened to be his three crushes.

The first crush came in the form of Roman Prince. Like the name implied, Roman was a Disney Prince in terms of charisma and charm. He was in every school theatre production, and almost always the lead role. He would have been a popular kid, if not for his rivalry against Janice Mayberry. Janice had been at the top of the social ladder just as long as Patton had. She was extremely pretty, and a cheerleader to boot, so not even Patton’s influence could top the sheer power she held. So outside of the theatre group, Roman was a nobody. But Roman was also daring, and just, and drop-dead gorgeous. Patton attended every single play and musical, just to see Roman on stage. But beyond giving Roman a brief ‘congratulations’ at the end of each production, Patton couldn’t talk to him.

Patton could interact with his other crush a little more. Logan Berry was the definition of a nerd. He was in all advanced classes, he wore ties, he never got below 95% on any test. But he wasn’t a teacher’s pet. Actually, most teachers here hated Logan, for the simple fact that Logan would not let mistakes slide by. If a teacher said something wrong during a lesson, Logan spoke up. If a teacher graded something unfairly, Logan spoke up about it. The teachers always tried to report Logan for his ‘attitude,’ but the truth was he didn’t have an attitude. Logan only stated facts, and he kept his hand up politely while never having any sort of inflection in his tone. There were only a hand full of people that could make him show emotion, hence the nickname ‘robot.’ Patton wanted to speak up about the nickname, but he knew it would only draw more attention to Logan. But Logan wasn’t emotionless. He was kind, and patient, and helpful. Patton had needed help in his math classes, and his parents paid Logan to be his tutor. Patton ignored the fact the Logan was being paid to interact with him. Logan was extremely good with explanations, even when Patton couldn’t wrap his head around a concept. After a few weeks of math tutoring, Patton asked for help with English. One thing led to another, and they were basically study-buddies (with, you know, one of them being paid). But outside of study sessions, Patton couldn’t talk to him.

Then there was Virgil Storm. Virgil had transferred to their high school halfway through Freshman year. He was a loner, never seen hanging out with anyone. But something about him immediately drew in Patton’s attention. Maybe it was the (confirmed) rumors of Virgil getting kicked out of other schools due to fights. Maybe it was the way that his lips quirked every time he got a question right in class. Or maybe it was the way he looked in gym class, hoodie off and muscles exposed. Whatever the reason, Patton had been drawn to Virgil. Even if they had never spoken to each other. Well, until now.

It was September of Sophomore year, and Patton had been strolling down the hallway, minding his own business. He normally didn’t eat lunch at school, so he used this time to interact with teens outside of classes.

Crash!

Patton’s head whipped around, seeing a student shoved into the lockers. Now, that wouldn’t do at all. Patton quickly made his way to the fight, quickly recognizing the two teens. Virgil was on the ground with a bloody lip, while Jacob Smith stood over him. Jacob was captain of the football team, if Patton remembered correctly. Patton frowned as he noticed several of his ‘friends’ stand in the background but not help Virgil.

“Jacob!” Patton stepped between Virgil and Jacob, effectively pulling everyone’s attention towards him. Patton put on his best ‘disappointed’ expression. “Why are you hurting him?”

Jacob frowned. “He deserved it, Patton!”

Patton tilted his head slightly, making sure he kept the wide-eyed, innocent look. “What did he do?”

Jacob growled. “He’s a faggot that deserves to rot in Hell!”

Patton used all of his self-control to not show any of his shock. He didn’t know Jacob was such a homophobe. To use slurs and hurt a kid for being gay? That won’t do at all. Patton kept his curious look. “What does ‘faggot’ mean? Does it mean he’s a meanie?” Poor, innocent Patton wouldn’t know what that word meant. And Jacob Smith just sullied poor Patton’s mouth with those words. At least, that’s what everyone else thought.

Everyone stood in silence before someone spoke up. “It means he’s gay!” Patton couldn’t figure out who said that, but he mentally thanked them for giving him the perfect opening.

“So he got hit because he’s gay?” Patton hunched over slightly, pulling out all the stops for his ‘innocent, defenseless little lamb’ look.

Jacob smirked, glad to see that Patton was catching on. “Yeah, he deserves to be beat until he learns his lesson!”

Patton let his lip quiver as he summoned his crocodile tears. “B-but I’m gay!” While this wasn’t extremely common knowledge, it was extremely implied through Patton’s mannerisms and style of dress. Patton let the tears pour out. Several students started to approach as they caught on to what Patton was implying. “A-are you gonna b-beat me too?”

Jacob seemed to realize his mistake. “Pat-” He moved in to wrap his arms around Patton.

Patton flinched in (fake) fear, throwing his hands over his head. Still, what he yelled was loud and clear. “NO, PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!” Several students grabbed Jacob by the arms and dragged him away.

Janice approached Patton now, making sure to put some distance between them. “Are you okay, Pat?”

Patton let out a shaky sigh before lowering his arms. He gave Janice a wobbly smile. “Y-yeah. I’m gonna go wash my face in the bathroom. Can you go make sure Jacob doesn’t try this again?” Janice nodded, slinking off to wherever Jacob was dragged to. Now that all of the crowd was focused on Jacob, Patton turned his attention to Virgil. He was staring up at Patton with a mixture of awe and… fear? “C’mon, let’s go get cleaned up.” Virgil nodded mutely, getting up on his own. He grabbed his bag and a case of some sort (he probably dropped them when Jacob attacked him) before following Patton to the nearest bathroom. Patton grabbed some paper towels and got them wet before handing them to Virgil, who sat on the counter of the sinks. “Here, for your lip.” Virgil accepted it silently, dotting his lip to stem the bleeding. “I could take you to the nurse if you want.” Virgil shook his head no and Patton shrugged, moving to fix his makeup.

“Is it true?” Patton’s head shot up and Virgil looked away with a blush, hiding his face in his hoodie. “That you’re… um…”

Patton finished the question. “That I’m gay?” Virgil nodded, still blushing. “Yeah, I am. Are you also gay, or was Jacob accusing you of being gay for no reason?” Because if Virgil wasn’t gay, then that was an entirely different can of worms to deal with (one of which being Patton’s crush on him).

Virgil nodded. “Yeah, Jacob had seen my phone screen with me and my boyfriends.”

Patton tilted his head. He didn’t know that Virgil had boyfriends. “Can I see?” Virgil nodded, slowly taking out his phone to show Patton the lock screen. Logan, Roman and Virgil all stared at him, huddled under a mass of blankets. Patton felt his heart constrict at the fact that all of his crushes were dating each other so Patton didn’t have a chance, and smiled. “Awe, you look so cute together!” He moved to resume working on his makeup and accidentally bumped Virgil’s case with his foot. “What do you have in there?” He asked, genuinely curious.

Virgil blushed. “It’s a guitar. Me and my boyfriends were gonna practice after school.”

Patton let his eyebrows raise in shock. “You guys play guitar?”

Virgil turned even redder. “I do. Roman does bass and Logan does drums. We have a small band called The Sides. It’s nothing really.”

Patton’s eyes lit up. “You have a band? That’s so cool! Do you play at parties?” Patton hadn’t been to many parties lately.

Virgil sighed. “No, not yet. I don’t think we’ll ever be good enough for that.”

Patton shook his head. “I bet you are! Do you know how awesome it would be to have a live band at your party instead of some lame DJ? I promise, once you start promoting yourself, people will be begging to hire you!” Suddenly, the bell went off, signaling the end of lunch. “Oh, I’ve gotta go. See you later!”

Patton made a note to bring up playing instruments with Logan during their next study session. Even if Patton could never be romantically involved with his crushed, he could still make them happy. And if that meant pulling a few strings to make them the most popular music group in school?

Well, Patton was willing to pull a few strings for them.

#sanders sides #AU_gust_2020 #rock band au #LAMP #patton sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #Janus Sanders #fem janus

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winzenni · 5 years ago

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wooden clock (mark lee)

Summary: you’re paired up to help the new student in woodshop class, a nice boy who goes from being a stranger to an enemy to a friend. ft. bully!Jaemin

Genre: angst, fluff, high school!au ?

Pairing: Mark Lee x reader

Word count: 1.97k

“Y/n, despite your size, you’ve been excelling in this class. I know you’ll be a great help to the new student,” said your woodshop teacher. “Just work together on the next project, then we’ll let him work on his own on the next unit.”

“Um… sure, I guess.” you agree. When you first signed up for woodshop, it was just because the electives you really wanted to take were already full. It wasn't something you were particularly interested in, but after the first semester, it turned out you were a natural, detail-oriented in the crafts you made and extremely precise despite your short height. Though you struggled to handle and lift the machinery most of the time, your instructor consistently praised your clean work. You were just here to mind your own business and pass the class, not make friends with the rambunctious wood shop kids who talked about weird shit. But it's not like you could say no to your teacher now.

“Hi, my name is Mark,” he says, putting his right hand out for a handshake, as he pulls out a chair beside you. “Mr. Slater told me to sit next to y-”

“I know. I'm y/n,” you say, greeting him with your eyes and ignoring the hand. Interacting with people was not your thing. Especially in this class. Everyone's personalities and interests just seemed to clash with yours, a quiet and reserved personality who preferred two-dimensional soft paintings rather than three-dimensional physical crafts that required blades and loud machines.

Mark seemed like a nice kid. He had moved here from Canada and he seemed like someone who could make friends easily, with all the (sometimes funny, sometimes not) jokes that he cracked and his contagious laugh. Yet each day, he only sat by you and talked to you.

“What do I do first?” He asks.

“You have to cut the planks with the saw machine. Line up your marking with the red line here,” You demonstrated, placing your piece in the slot. “Then you just pull down the blade to cut it.”

You had to tiptoe a little bit to reach up and grab the handle of the saw machine. You felt Mark watching your every move over your shoulder. With his gaze burning into your back, the machine handle felt heavier than the last time you had used it.

“I-I got it,” Mark says, sensing your struggle. He reached over you to pull down the blade, slicing through the wood plank almost effortlessly. “Like this?”

“Yeah,” you say, a little embarrassed. You were supposed to be helping him, yet his height and strength gave him an advantage in the work that you couldn't have.

It was also kinda cute. Watching him control the blade so effortlessly though he didn't know what he was doing.

Each day, you began to find something admirable and adorable in all of Mark’s actions. The way he didn’t know how to hold an awl, the way he looked so focused when measuring, the way his cheekbones beamed when he smiled to greet you each day.

As the weeks passed, you became closer and more comfortable with him in class. Some of his jokes were getting funnier and funnier to you, and you began to think that he might be someone cool you could hang out with outside of class. However, as his personality blossomed into a more colorful, extroverted persona, he also became more popular in school, making friends in his classes easily and getting along with the oh-so popular Jaemin’s friend group, which made you a little uncomfortable. In middle school, Jaemin had made you do his homework for him each day, knowing that his social presence intimidated you and that you were too shy and quiet to go against him.

Yet every woodshop class, Mark remained by your side, unknowing of your history with Jaemin, reminding you that you could never truly be friends with him.

At the end of one class, you left the classroom trailing closely behind Mark, but unexpectedly saw Jaemin waiting for Mark by the door. You avoided Jaemin’s eyes and tried to leave quickly without saying anything, but of course Mark had to speak up.

“See you tomorrow, y/n,” Mark said, raising a hand to wave goodbye.

“You know her, Mark?” Jaemin said with raised eyebrows. “Y/n, long time no see,” he sneered, his devilish gaze piercing through you.

“Yeah, she’s my woodshop partner.”

“That’s interesting... See you around again maybe, y/n,” Jaemin said, cocking his head with a slight smile, as if the fun memories of bullying you were playing through his mind again.

The interaction with Jaemin had you completely out of it the next day. Whenever you tried to clear your mind, the image of Jaemin mocking you replayed in your head, bringing back bad memories, and seeing Mark in class didn’t help.

You held the awl in your hand, grinding it against the wood to create a hole. While grinding it into the wood, you were so lost in thought that you had embedded it in there.

Mark interrupts your clouded thoughts. “Isn’t that deep enough, y/n?”

“-hm? O-oh, yeah, my bad.” You had to use some extra arm power to tug it out of the wood, scratching the sharp metal tip against your palm in the process when the awl finally came out.

“Ow! Fuck!” you exclaim, dropping the awl.

“Are you okay?” Mark asks, his eyes widening with concern shining in them. His hands reach to turn over your palm and check the gash, but you pull your hand away from him and press it against your jeans to stop the bleeding.

“I'm fine,” you say. Why did you agree to this? To have this new student on your tail for the past months, watching your every move, asking so many goddamn questions. And worst of all, acting like he cared about you. You only saw him for an hour each day, but every minute of it was filled with thoughts of Mark. His cute smile, his cute cluelessness. Even when you wanted to escape him, you couldn't. Because he was assigned to follow you around. And at the end of each class, he linked arms with Jaemin, reminding you that your life was destined to have not one good thing in it.

“Y/n,” Mark started, watching the blood smear across your skin. “Y/n, I’ll get some-”

Without responding, you got up and left to go to the bathroom.

Staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you glared down your pupils. You were nothing. Just an accessory to the lives of people like Mark and Jaemin. Every interaction with Mark, every question, every statement seemed to mock your quiet lifestyle and introvertedness. Grabbing some paper towels, you clumped them together and wiped your palm before heading back to class with a weighted frustration in your chest.

You were tuned out for the rest of the week, ignoring Mark’s jokes and responding dryly to his questions. As you pass the clock to Mark for him to take turns working on it, you tense up, making sure to avoid brushing your fingers against his.

When the bell rang, you grabbed your bag and dashed for the door, wanting to leave Mark as far behind as possible. The closer he was to you, the more you were reminded of your experiences with Jaemin. You pushed open the door, making eye contact with Jaemin waiting beside it.

As you stormed away from the classroom, Jaemin raised his eyebrows, surprised that you weren’t beside Mark today. He decided to change it up today and chase after you.

“What’s wrong, y/n? Why aren’t you following Mark like a dog today?” He sneered, walking closely beside you despite you trying to speed up your pace.

“Wow, am I not worthy enough of a response from the great y/n?” He tilted his head to try to look into your eyes, but you avoided his gaze. “It’s been such a long time since I got to talk to you, y/n.” In the crowded hallways, Jaemin’s mocking words became muddled with the footsteps of other students rushing to get to lunch, and the loud chatter between friends. You just wanted to escape the chaos and get home.

“Y/n, why do you think you’re too good to answer me?” Jaemin teased. “Talk to me, bitch,” he said, twisting the strands of your ponytail around his finger before pulling on it, jerking your head back.

“A-ah!” you reached back to remove his grip from your hair, but before you could find his hand, another one was already locked around Jaemin’s wrist.

“Jaemin, what are you doing?” Mark asked, his knuckles turning white in their tight grasp around Jaemin’s wrist.

“Oh, Mark, there you are.” said Jaemin. “Y/n and I used to be good friends in middle school, if you didn’t know.”

“I-I don’t think -- Jaemin, I think you went too far,” Mark says. “Come on, y/n, let’s just go.” Mark lets go of Jaemin’s wrist to grab yours and lead you away.

“What was that all about?” Mark asks.

You figure you might as well just tell him the truth. “-and I-I just didn’t want to get too close to anyone that affiliates with Jaemin. That’s why I didn’t feel like talking to you the past few weeks.”

Mark didn’t know what to say. He felt guilty for outwardly befriending someone that had hurt you so much. He felt ashamed for befriending someone that was such a mean and disrespectful person. He felt regretful that he couldn’t notice the signs and be there for you. He felt thankful that you had told him the truth and deemed him someone that you could trust and confide in. And most of all, he felt like he wanted to protect you. From Jaemin, from anything. He wanted to be in your life.

From that day on, instead of parting ways after woodshop, you headed together with him in the same direction, to eat lunch together. He was no longer with Jaemin, and you were no longer alone.

You became inseparable, eating lunch together, working on your wooden clock together, studying for science and math exams together. Your feelings for Mark grew more and more each minute you spent with him, but you didn’t want to risk losing the friendship, so you repressed those feelings. It had been this hard for you to make a real friend, you were not going to lose him so easily.

On the last day of the wooden clock assignment, the finishing touch was to engrave a phrase onto the back of the clock. It could be your name, the name of the receiver of the clock, a shape, or anything you wanted. As Mr. Slater explained the process, Mark whispered to you, “Can I do this part all by myself? Please?”

“Sure,” you say. It would be nice for him to do a day of assignments completely by himself before he’d have to do the next project alone anyway.

Throughout the period, he toils away, staring intensely at his engraving on the back of the clock, carving carefully and meticulously while you work on assignments from another class.

With five minutes left in the period, Mark says excitedly, “I’m done! Y/n, look, look.”

You raise your head from your book to see the small words carved on the back of the clock: Will you go on a date with me?

#nct imagines #nct fluff #nct angst #nct x reader #mark x reader #nct 127 #nct #mark lee #nct 127 scenarios #nct scenarios #nct 127 fic #jaemin #bully!jaemin #nct fic #nct high school au #nct school au

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mar04isdead · 4 years ago

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Freaks But Family

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3: Screwing things up a lesson by Favion Freeman

If the title does not tell you what is about to happen, then I can't help you. The reason you are back here my friend, is because you want to find out how Favion messed everything up with Maria. If you want to find out how she punches him to the brink of unconsciousness, you will want to stick around.

"Babe, murder was not on todays agenda. That's on Tuesday, wait until tomorrow." Rose gently lowers Maria's arm which was controlling some plants that are choking Liberator.

Maria whines, "Honey please, better him than anyone else." she tries to lift her arm up again.

Rose shakes her head, "Let him go, we have to go anyways."

"Fine," Maria releases the plants.

Oddly enough, it's the middle of the day after school. Maria and Rose had to do a quick heist, but someone had to try and bust them.

"Dude, you are real bad at your job, whatever it is your job is." Rose leans on Maria who opens a portal.

Maria pushes Rose into the portal before jumping in herself. They end up back in the sewers and start laughing.

"That was funny, how did he know that we would be there after school?" Rose asks Maria.

Maria shakes her head and takes off her goggles, "I have no idea. But I find it weird how he didn't put up a fight."

"Babe, what's that on your neck." Rose taps the back of Maria's neck, on it is a little black dot that was never there.

"What is it? Rose what is it?" Maria questions with urgency.

Maria can feel Rose messing with the dot, but nothing happens. Rose tries to pull the dot off, but it doesn't come off.

"Hey, mind giving us some electricity. Maybe you can burn it off." Rose takes a few steps back and hides behind one of the curtains.

"Sure, just give me a sec." Maria shakes her head a few times before taking a deep breath and focusing on what she wants to happen.

Rose pokes out from the curtain, "Maria, are you even trying?"

Maria nods violently, "Yeah, I'm trying. You know how I can just visualize what I want from my abilities and it happens?" Rose nods. "Well I can't do that anymore. The vision is blurry, not even there. And you know how this stuff works."

"Can't see it, can't do it." Rose comes out from the curtain and opens her arms for Maria. "C'mere." Maria runs into her arms. "It's okay, we'll just ask Esme about this. Maybe she can do something."

Favion returns to his headquarters to report to Dr. Gomez.

"It's on Madness, couldn't get Thorn, but then again Thorn isn't a threat." Favion removes his mask to let himself breath.

Dr. Gomez, a petite Mexican woman with long dark hair, piercing grey eyes, dark golden skin, and her usual attire of a lab coat, black scrubs, and white tennis shoes. She has a weird tattoo on the back of her neck, but Favion has only ever seen it once.

"Good, I would have preferred if you could get both but that's fine." Dr. Gomez writes something on her clipboard. "You're off for the rest of the day, you have to meet with that tutor of your, right?"

"Umm... yeah, but I can stay and skip if you need me to do patrol." Favion gestures to his mask.

"No, I am in charge of a serious operation. I can not risk having a sophomore, who is failing a math class, be our hero." Dr. Gomez slams her clipboard down on a nearby table. "Get that grade up before I get a replacement. That friend Maria of yours, she did gymnastics for years and she's the top of your class, I wouldn't mind having her on the team." She gives Favion a wicked grin. "Am I understood?" She asks through her pearly teeth.

"Yes, ma'am." Favion nods and leaves the room with a harsh smile.

Favion goes to get changed and calls Maria.

"How do you have my number?" Maria growls through the phone.

Favion sighs, "Can we meet up in about ten minutes at the park? I'm having trouble with the homework and I need help."

Yelling comes from Maria's side, "Okay, but I can't stay long. I have somewhere else to be after."

"That's fine, where do you have to go if you don't mind me asking?" Favion finishes changing.

Maria chuckles, "A date, with my girlfriend. I am currently getting my things so if you aren't at the park in the next nine minutes I will kill you." And Maria hangs up.

Maria is just sitting on a picnic table on her phone while Favion tries to do some work by himself.

"What was the formula again?" Favion asks, staring blankly at his paper.

Maria sighs, "Negative b plus or minus the square root of b square minus four a c over two a. A lot to memorize I know but it's on the final."

Favion sighs and finishes solving his problem, "That's all of them. Can you check on them?" He offers the paper to Maria.

Maria nods and takes the paper from him, and takes out her sheet with the correct answers. She checks the paper over with a red pen, she checks it for a good three minutes, the pen only touching the paper once. She gives him the final grade before handing the paper back to Favion.

"That's it, you just missed one. Can't blame you, factoring is a pain." Maria puts her things away. "I have to go now, I don't want to be late."

"Hey can I at least tell you something real quick?" He asks, wringing his hands.

Maria looks at her phone, "You have one minute."

"Okay," Favion starts to quicken his speech. "We were ten when you left me, but back then I had very strong feelings, and I still do. I never had the chance to tell you, and when I saw you with Rose I still thought I wouldn't be able to tell you, much less stand a chance. But I want to tell you now, or I might never get the chance again." Favion buries his face in his hands and mumbles loud enough for Maria to hear, "I love you, I always have and I always will."

Maria stares at him wide eyed. Her mouth agape and her face pale, "Dude, I don't know... what to say!" Maria exhales and lets out a shaky giggle.

"Well, then don't say anything." Favion puts his hands on her shoulders. "I know you still feel something. I've known you for ten years, that's more than your own family."

"Immanuel, Kayla, and Alyssa have known me for ten years too! That doesn't really make you special." Maria gets herself away from Favion.

Favion smiles, "Well it's more than that girlfriend of yours."

That's when Maria loses it, Favion doesn't see her fist coming towards his face. When Maria has punched him, he stumbles back into the table. He can see black spots in his vision and everything is blurry.

"I'm a lesbian, back in the day, I only ever liked girls. Now I'm with Rose, and I'm happy with her." Maria growls, "I have to go, don't you ever try to bring this up again." She glares at him before walking away.

Rose holds onto Maria's waist to keep Maria from falling over. Maria has her hands over her eyes and her goggles are on the top of her head while both of them are walking on the edge of a building. Both are in their disguises and it's early in the evening when they never strike, so people won't suspect them.

"I am getting the feeling you don't trust me here." Rose kisses Maria's cheek.

Maria chuckles, "I kind of don't trust you, but at the same time I do."

They keep walking for a while, they jump a few times to go from building to building. When they arrive at the spot Rose wants, Rose fully wraps her arms around Maria.

"Open your eyes, and please don't kill me." Rose takes Maria's hands away from her eyes and puts her goggles on over her eyes. "What do you think?"

It's the sycamore tree, the one from when Maria was a kid. At this time in the evening, one would barely be able to make out the outline, but now hanging from its branches are fairy lights that sway in the breeze. A blanket is on the grass at the bottom of the tree, in the center is a basket, pillows, and some candles.

"Awwww, babe! I love it!" Maria turns around and plants kisses all over Rose's face. "How long have you been planning this?" Maria gives a kiss on Rose's lips.

Rose smiles into the kiss, "You like it?"

Maria nods and puts her forehead against Rose's, "I love it, I love you. Thank you."

"I know today isn't our anniversary, but it's the day we first met. Six years ago today you became my first friend." Rose hides her face in the crook of Maria's neck. "You're so tiny."

Maria shakes her head with a smile, "I'm only shorter by five inches."

Rose chuckles, "Sure you are, want to head down?"

Maria nods, she has the shadows swallow them. It's dark for a second and then they both appear at the tree. Maria sits them both down.

"I know you have to drink blood today, so I packed you some cat blood. The twins did this voluntarily. So drink up and then you can have some tamales." Rose gives Maria a bottle of blood.

Maria smiles and looks at Rose, "Did you make them yourself or did you ask one of my cousins for help?"

"I made them, Sam has a video!" Rose hands Maria a tamale. "On the agenda tonight, Esme said you needed to work a bit more on your shadow abilities and what a better way than to do a puppet show?"

Maria starts to laugh, "I'm dating a child!" she tries to hide her laugh.

Rose gets lost in Maria's smile, "Yeah, but this child loves you."

"I've been here all night, I have finals in the morning. Where are they?" Favion shouts at no one in particular while sitting on the edge of a building.

For two days, Madness and Thorn have not shown up. Usually their heists are on Wednesday's and Thursday's. But they haven't shown up or done anything, there have been reports across town. But Favion has never been able to make it in time no matter what he tries, he has had to put another chip on Madness and Thorn this time.

"Favion, it's getting late. I'm calling it, they aren't going to show up." Dr. Gomez talks to Favion through his ear piece. "You got school in the morning kid, don't want to fail those finals now do you?"

"No, I don't. Night, ma'am." Favion takes out his ear piece and chucks it as far as he can.

He stands up and jumps from building to building. He kicks anything he can see on the roofs and throws any rocks he can see. He's about to head back home when he hears laughter from below, he looks over the edge of the roof he is currently on. It's his old friends, and Rose.

Rose is holding Maria close by the waist, Maria has her head resting on Rose's shoulder. Immanuel has an arm around Alyssa and is holding hands with Kayla. All of them are laughing, they don't seem to care about what is happening around them.

He badly wants to go down there and talk to them, but not as Liberator or the current Favion, as the old Favion. The one who would race his friends across the woods to make it to the cliff, the one who supported Maria in what ever stupid decision she made, the one who would braid Alyssa's hair when she was sad, the one who would play fight with Immanuel, the one who helped Kayla bake, he wanted to be that old Favion.

"I'm never getting that chance, why hope?" He wonders to himself.

He sighs and stands up, turning in for the night.

The whole school is in panic in the morning, people drinking coffee like it's their life source, reading over notes, looking at flash cards, memorizing formulas, and trying to sleep. It's finals, and the whole school is taking them. But there is one group of people who is not worrying.

"Think we pulled it off?" Immanuel hands all the girls a bag of Skittles.

Maria tears her pack open and eats half of it. She nods and Rose pats her head, "Yeah, we got rid of all of it."

Kayla puts a hand up, "Bell just rung, wait for it."

"Students, due to unfortunate events, the finals are cancelled. We will be returning to our regular class schedule."

The whole school erupts into cheers. Some people even throw their study materials away.

"We did good!" Alyssa cheers.

The group of friends all hug and laugh. When the bell rings again, like the rest of the school they head to their classes. And not much happens in their classes, because of finals having a last minute change teachers don't have anything planned.

People keep making theories as to why finals have been cancelled, but no one is complaining. Having finals in October is way too early for them.

"Like who the hell has finals during October, they should be in December. We have things to do later on." Immanuel takes a Skittle from both his girlfriends and pops them in his mouth.

Maria nods, "The parade is in a week, good thing it's before Halloween. We might just have to bring you three for patrol."

"Nope, we will totally need you guys. We are going to be at the parade with our flag, we're gonna need y'all with yours." Rose ruffles Maria's hair.

"What's the plan for Halloween?" Kayla asks.

Maria shakes her head, "Me and my cousins are doing our trip to tierra de los muertos. So if you could take Rose away that would be great for us."

Rose shrugs, "Don't you have that cousin who's birthday is Halloween?"

"Yeah, so I need all of you to go to Snellville and drop something off for her." Maria pushes Rose off of her.

Rose frowns, "Is this the same cousin who last saw you years ago?"

Maria nods, "That same one, Melissa. It might be hard to get to her but trust me, she's okay."

The bell rings and the friends collect their things and head for their last class.

"Any signs of Liberator?" Rose scans the skyline of the city.

The group of friends are in Atlanta, participating in the annual coming out parade. For years it would just be Maria and Rose, before they were dating they would raise a rainbow flag and support the people below them. Now, they raise their flag and share a kiss. Usually police are supposed to protect the people at the parade, but people from the churches have begun to get more violent. It just gave Maria and Rose more reason to help people.

Kayla shakes her head, "Nope, how do you two handle being up this high?"

"Practice." Maria leans on Rose, looking down at the balloons, floats, and colors.

"Hey, the crowd's coming this way!" Immanuel shouts.

Kayla goes with her partners and they get the flag that they brought. Rose and Maria climb onto the flag pole near them and start to put the flag up. Just as the parade is passing by, the people see on the flag pole a rainbow flag and Kayla, Alyssa, and Immanuel with their polyamory flag.

The crowd starts to cheer, the cheering gets louder as Rose and Maria kiss and Immanuel and Kayla kiss Alyssa's cheeks. When the couples separate, they notice something in the distance.

Maria starts to laugh, "Guess who decided to join us!" she points to where Liberator is running towards them.

"There is a crowd of people below us, we can blend in easily. Mind giving us a few minutes to change babe?" Rose asks Maria.

Maria nods and closes her eyes. The world around her stops as she opens her eyes, she smiles and lightly tugs on Rose's arm. Rose stumbles forward and Maria tugs on the rest of her friends.

"Three minutes, I didn't get much sleep." Maria points to the watch on her right wrist.

Everyone quickly changes back into their normal clothes and then jump through one of Maria's portals. They run through the crowd, helping Maria to not touch people. Once their time is up, Maria does a two fingered hand signal.

Times starts up again and they are lost in the crowd. They can see Liberator on the building they were on. They all smile and keep walking with the crowd, but they keep their eyes on Favion. Eventually when he comes down to join the parade, but instead of celebrating with others, he grabs some police and they start to ask people questions.

Maria slides her hand into Rose's, "He does know we know his identity, right?"

Rose looks to where Maria is looking, she starts laughing out of nowhere. "He just changed form 'hero'," she uses finger quotes. "To regular teenager right in public, he does know that was a bad decision?" Rose walks around Maria, hugging her from behind and rest her chin on Maria's head.

Maria notices, "Aww, is someone jealous?" She turns herself around so that she's looking up at her girlfriend.

"You can't prove that?" Rose plants a kiss on Maria's forehead. "You can prove how much I love you." She glares behind Maria, "And the asshole is heading this way."

"Why don't you like him?" Maria lightly punches Rose's shoulder.

Rose frowns, "Oh, I don't know, probably because he had a crush on you when you were younger and he still has a crush on you."

Maria smiles, "Don't worry, to quote a favorite character of yours, 'I love you means you're never ever ever getting rid of me.'"

From behind them someone clears their throat, the two of them turn around and see Favion.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting something, but I'm on guard here with my uncle and his unit. Saw you guys and wanted to say hi." Favion smiles as he walks over to them. "Where are the others?"

Rose points off to the side, "They ran off over there when they saw some people giving away candy." It's not a lie, those three really left when someone was handing out candy.

"Well," Favion fidgets with his hands. "What are all of you doing here?"

"We're here for the parade. But then we saw that Liberator guy, and we might just leave because of him." Maria leans on Rose.

Favion frowns, "Why, he's just here to protect people."

Maria shakes her head, "He's on their side." She points to the protesters. "We can't trust someone like that." She then points to the flagpole, "Those five however, we can trust." She takes Rose by the hand and drags her into the crowd, away from Favion.

Maria is training with her staff again, trying to get a control on her new abilities. The only knowledge Maria has on her abilities, is her great-grandmother's notebook. Her great-grandmother was the only person in their recorded history, before her death she wasn't able to record her shadow and death abilities.

She also made formulas, formulas that are able to contain Maria's abilities to help her control them and keep them safe. But her great-grandmother, Lucia, was able to begin the final formula. Ever since Esme, Immanuel, Alyssa, and Kayla have been working together to finish it.

"Fuck!" Maria shouts when her powers have her in a wall. She over calculated how much power she would need to break a few plates with some shadows.

"Babe, you okay?" Rose tries to reach Maria to help her from behind one of Maria's barriers.

Maria shakes her head and waves her off, "I'm fine, Rose. It's just a dent, I'll just shift to use my other limbs."

"Not the smartest plan," Esme says from beside Rose. "We don't know how shifting might affect these abilities."

Maria cracks her neck, "That's why we are doing these experiments, right?" she balls her hands into fist and arches her back as her limbs start to grow in. "Fuck, ow that hurt, more than usual." Mara winces and rubs her right shoulder.

Esme frowns, "Try not to strain yourself. I know you want answers, we all do, but please be careful."

Maria waves her off too and starts to focus on the shadows around her. She pulls them towards her and they start to swirl around her, they start to form into spheres at her hands and her extra limbs. She forces herself to bring all the shadows together to focus on one spot.

"Hey, Maria, you might want to stop. Something's happening." Esme taps on the barrier, but Maria doesn't listen.

Maria shakes her head and keeps focusing on the shadows, the strength of the shadows starts to push her back and she tries to dig her heels into the ground to push forward.

"Maria, we mean it. Stop, you're starting to hurt yourself!" Rose shouts through the barrier. Rose goes to hit on the barrier, but her hand goes through, the barrier is gone.

"She too focused on the shadows," Esme mutters with worry.

They both notice how Maria's arms are starting to get covered in black veins, they crawl up her arms and to her chest.

Esme gasps and rushes to a cabinet and grabs the black dot that they took off Maria a while back. Esme puts her hand in a puppeteer motion and makes the dot float, and she shoots it aiming at Maria's neck. Once it lands on her neck, the shadows start to back away and go back to their corners. Maria instantly grabs at her head, trying to stop her raging migraine.

Rose walks up to Maria and kneels down beside her, "Hey, are you okay? I know that took a lot out of you." Rose keeps trying to get Maria to respond but she hears Maria start to make small snores. "Aww, she's sleeping." Rose smiles up at Esme.

Esme shakes her head, "It ain't cute, she drained herself. That was not safe of her to do, I had to use that chip thing."

Rose picks Maria up bridal style and starts to rock her, "She's like a baby!" Rose gasps with excitement.

"Get her to her bunk, she's had a long week. I'll start to clean things up and then I have to work on everyone else's abilities." Esme takes a taser from her back pocket and shoots it at the dot at Maria's neck. The shock jolts Maria awake.

"Holly fuck!" Maria shakes her head.

"Hey, it's okay I'm here." Rose soothes Maria, putting her back to sleep. "I'll just go upstairs and put her to bed." Rose turns around and heads up the stairs with Maria in her arms.

"I'm sorry about him, no one else is home." Maria adjusts the toddler on her hips while talking to Favion.

Maria has to tutor Favion again, but she also has to take care of Mike. She's been the only one that's been able to keep his ability under control.

Favion shakes his head, "It's no problem, Alijah needs a play friend. Mom and dad are downstairs so I'm taking care of her."

Maria smiles and sets her cousin down, "Esta bien, vas a jugar con una niña. Pero con cuidado, eh."

"Just let me get her." Favion rushes down the hall to his sister's room. He comes back a moment later with a one year old Alijah on his hip. "Here she is, how is he when it comes to pulling hair?" he gestures to all the braids in his sister's hair.

"He should be fine, he does pull hair but in the end it depends. It has to be colorful hair," Maria points to her own hair. "I learned that the hard way."

"Okay, well they can play in the living room while we do work. Most of Alijah's toys are there anyways." Favion walks over and sets his sister down and watches as she goes to her toy bin in the corner.

Maria pushes Mike forward a bit, "He's a bit shy, doesn't like strangers but it's okay he'll warm up to her."

Mike stares at Alijah for a minute before grabbing a toy and handing it to her.

"Remember when we used to be like that?" Favion crosses his arms and smiles.

Maria frowns, "You mean before you became an asshole?"

Favion looks at the kids playing before pulling Maria into the hallway, "Okay, look, I don't know what the others told you but it is not true. I mean yeah I stopped talking to them because I was sad, I was sad that you left! So if anything that was all your fault." He points an accusing finger at her.

Maria growls and puts her arm to Favions throat, pinning him against the wall. "They sent me away, we found Mike on our doorstep, they were all abandoned, why we don't know. I didn't want to leave, they gave me no choice." She puts more pressure on his neck, making his face go red. "You choose to stop talking to them, you choose to play with people's feelings, and you choose to ruin people’s lives." Maria let's him go.

Favion's hand goes to his neck, he rubs it when he feels how sore it is. Maria glares at him before going back to the kids with a smile.

"Let's get your work done, me and this little man have other places to be." Maria sits on the couch and pulls her binder out of her bag.

"I swear to the gods, if he stops us one more time I am cutting his face off!" Maria screams as soon as she enters the sewers.

Kayla wheels over to Maria in her chair, "Did he try to stop you while saving another kid?"

"Yeah, babe I'm gonna help you cut his face off." Rose sits down on a nearby chair, Maria sitting in her lap. "How, how can he not see that those kids are being abused? Two more patrols and we are done, why does he feel the need to make our job so hard?"

"It's the FBI like they do proper background checks on families." Immanuel tosses Rose and Maria water bottles.

Maria downs all of her water in a second, "Do you guys think you can go with us next time? We just need a diversion, I'll make as many portals as needed, just please we need the help."

Rose looks at Maria in shock, "Yeah, if she's begging for help, you know she means it."

"I'll punch him in the nose for you!" Alyssa shouts from behind a curtain.

Maria smiles, "I like it, anyone else want to inflict pain on our old friend?"

Immanuel raises his hand, "I'll cut his tongue off!"

"Kayla, can you top that?" Rose points at Kayla with excitement.

Kayla smirks, "I'll stab him in the crotch."

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner!" Maria cheers.

The group laughs and smiles, not the first time they place bets on what happens to Favion.

"Does he even know it's us yet, does he know we know?" Alyssa asks, throwing the curtain to the side.

"Goggles are dirty again, sweetie." Kayla gestures to Alyssa's face.

"Oh, thanks." Alyssa cleans her goggles.

Rose groans, "This dude is dense, the amount of hints and he still doesn't know. How did you all put up with him?"

"We don't know." the others reply with disappointment.

"Hey, Maria, have y'all decided on an animal for Mike yet?" Alyssa wonders putting her tools away.

Maria nods, "Yeah we have an idea, but we have until late May. But the animal we have in mind, it's gonna be kind of hard to find."

Rose raises an eyebrow, "This is the first I'm hearing about it, which one were y'all thinking?"

"Not your concern, like I said, the animal we have in mind is hard to find." Maria crosses her legs with a smug smile.

Favion sits on a table while looking at a video that Dr. Gomez is making him watch. She put a camera in his mask without telling him and she's been making him watch all his encounters with Madness and Thorn. He's been pausing it at times when he thinks he has solved their identities.

"That ring..." Favion pauses the video again and zooms onto the ring in Madness' hand. "She uses that for portals. I take that away, she can't make any more portals, but what kind of tech is that?" He wonders to himself.

He keeps the video playing, then Madness makes the ring into a staff. He notices how she pushes a button to make it into a staff, and the blades at the end are also hollow. There is some sort of blue smoke in the blades, and when she uses the blades on him, he's electrocuted.

"I see you're doing your research, against your will I'll add." Favion's uncle mumbles from behind him.

Favion smiles at his uncle, "Believe it or not this stuff is actually helpful. Now I know where all those abilities of hers come from, that staff." He shows his uncle what he saw. "If I get that away from her, EMP preferably, she's vulnerable and I'll be able to deal with her."

"What about her telekinesis and that shape shifting thing she can do?" Damion looks closer at the video.

Favion smiles, "I can handle those by myself. I just need that EMP, I can take things from there."

Damion nods, "Alright, I'll talk to Gomez about it. I heard your school postponed finals, you better be bringing that grade up in the meantime."

"The thing is, no one knows why they were postponed. They didn't really tell us anything other than the test went missing and the system went down." Favion turns off the video, "Finals are during December now."

Damion smiles, "And how are things going with Maria, have you wooed her yet?"

"No, she's... dating someone already." Favion doesn't really know who to tell his uncle that one of his old girl best friends from childhood, is a lesbian, and has a girlfriend, knowing his uncle that wouldn't be good.

Damion frowns, "Well in the end as long as you respect her wishes, that makes you the better man."

"I'll be fine, trust me, I'll be okay. I know I haven't gone out in a while but I can handle myself. I have all these abilities, I need to learn my limits eventually." Maria adjusts her goggles before opening a portal. "Just remember that Mike needs to be in bed by eight. Esme, Sam, Liam, and Clarisse are getting home from work late. Don't give the twins sugar, Nico and Angle are still fighting over the new toys, and Imelda has to take her meds before bed. And," Maria points to her girlfriend. "Don't let that one near anything."

Rose gives Maria an offended look, "Shouldn't I be left in charge?"

"No!" Both Maria and Yallesia respond.

Rose takes a step back, "Okay, I'm just going to go lay down on my bunk. Try not to die out there, babe." She waves at Maria before walking up the stairs from the basement to get to the house.

"Don't worry, nothing will burn down while y'all are gone." Yallesia reassures Maria.

Maria smiles and jumps through the portal, landing her on a rooftop near downtown. She scans the city when she finds a bank that is on her list. She smiles and stops time, she heads down and looks around the bank once she is inside. Armed guards in front of a large vault.

"Let's see what's inside of this thing." Maria opens a portal to her side and jumps through, she's inside the vault.

She starts to stumble a bit and her head starts to hurt, "We need to speed this up." she tells herself.

She opens a portal again, but doesn't jump through. She looks over all the money and smirks, her hands go out in a puppeteering motion, and she feels a familiar tug in her stomach. She focuses on having the stacks of money do what she wants, she has them float through the air and through the portal. When she has most of the money through, she feels a migraine coming on. She drops everything she is doing, closes the portal, does her two finger signal, and watches and hears as time starts to pick up again.

The alarms in the vault start to go off, probably because they sensed her moving. She pulls a risky move and runs into a dark corner, she appears back on the roof. She trips over herself and lands harshly. She moans in pain while she struggles to get up. She pushes her pain down as she watches the police start to arrive at the bank, she lightly chuckles as they try to find who broke in.

"There you are." someone states from behind her.

Instantly Maria turns around very quickly, her leg out, kicking the person in the gut. The person groans and Maria can see their shadow, doubled over holding their stomach. It's Liberator, and he has something in his hand. Maria takes her ring off of her back and pushes the button turning it into her staff.

Liberator straightens, "Kind of knew you were going to use that thing." He aims the object in his hand at Maria, "Which is why I came prepared." He pushes a button on the object and Maria sees something in waves coming towards her.

Once the waves hit her, she doesn't feel anything, but she can feel something wrong with her staff. She quickly realizes what has happened and she laughs.

"An EMP, really, that's nothing." she smiles.

Liberator glares, "The only thing you have to help you is that telekinesis of yours, and we both know you wouldn't shapeshift when you're defenseless. You have no way out because without that," He points to the staff in her hand. "You can't make your portals."

Maria shakes her head, "I beg to differ."

Liberator, while confused, doesn't see what Maria does with her hands. Her hands are cupped and start to do small circular motions, the ground around them starts to shake. The sound of pipes bursting rings though the abandoned building they are on. The windows start to break and water starts to pour out of the building, Maria starts to move her arms in circular motions gathering all the water in a bubble. Liberator looks at the bubble in shock, Maria winks, twitches her hands forward causing all the water to shoot at Liberator.

"Guess he didn't see that coming." Maria shrugs when she looks over the side of the building where Liberator fell. "Oh well, time for me to go home." She let's the shadows around engulf her, her head hurts terribly, once she opens her eyes she collapses.

When she wakes up again, it's the middle of the night. She sits up, her back aching, and she realizes she must have shifted while asleep because she can feel her extra limbs. She's just in sweatpants and some fuzzy socks. She looks around, she's on the bunk she shares with Rose, in the room they share with the other girls. The night light in the corner makes the soft green walls a yellow tint. She rubs her eyes before getting out of bed, she climbs down from the bunk. She grabs around the nightstand for her glasses before finding them and putting them on.

She slowly walks to the kitchen, her socked feet padding against the hardwood floor, and her extra limbs tight around her as to not knock anything over. She heads to the fridge to get a bag of blood, she knows she really shouldn't be having one but her head hurts too much, plus it works better than aspirin. She takes a seat at the kitchen counter, tears the bag open, and starts to drink.

"You really shouldn't be drinking that." A pair of arms wraps around her shoulders and a chin rests on her head. "It's the middle of the night, you're gonna be hyper." Rose warns.

Maria finishes the bag, "Ugh, yeah I know. But it was Sam's blood, so it's not the tastiest but it's all I got left. Plus I had a major headache." Maria sets the bag aside and rubs her forehead.

Rose kisses her cheek, "Try putting these things away, I know it hurts but it's got to be killing your back."

Maria nods, she takes hold of one of Rose's hands, and starts to arch her back. She tightly squeezes Rose's hand out of pain as the limbs go back under her scales and skin. She tries to hold back a scream as she starts to sweat.

She hits her fist against the counter, "That hurt more than usual, holy shit."

Rose rubs her back, "Hey, what happened out there?" she wonders.

Maria sighs, "I guess I held time for too long. And he used a EMP, couldn't use my staff so I couldn't limit my abilities. I shadow jumped like twice and used my water abilities to throw him off the building. I'm glad there's no school tomorrow."

"Yeah, you could use a break. Plus you promised to do my hair." Rose smiles.

Maria laughs, "Yeah, I already have an idea what to do."

Rose frowns, "I just realized that Favion literally left you defenseless and could have killed you."

"Oh yeah, next time, he's dead." Maria smiles.

Favion throws the EMP device on the ground, "What the fuck?" He shouts at Dr. Gomez. "She still had abilities, she controlled gallons of water as if it were nothing! Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask, and I didn't know! When I studied her, she showed no other signs of other abilities!" Dr. Gomez shouts back.

Favion catches himself before saying anything, "Okay, okay, we're going to act like adults about this."

"That's going to be really hard for you." Dr. Gomez goes back to writing on her clipboard.

"Gonna pretend that wasn't said, now let's continue. So, she showed no signs of any other abilities. But now we know that she has that telekinesis, shape shifting, and control over water. It's a start, can you use that information to help me?" Favion explains it like he's talking to a child.

Dr. Gomez sighs, "Yes, I can use that for something. I also managed to find some pictures of Madness and Thorn from when they were children in the facility. They're badly damaged, but I'm sure you and your uncle can figure something out. I'll give them to you in the morning." She turns around and walks away, but before she does she calls over her shoulder. "Go home, you have the day off tomorrow."

Favion waits for Gomez to leave before flipping over a nearby table. He hits his fist against his head repeatedly while muttering random things. He looks at the computer and thinks things through, after a while he decides to throw all logic out the window and do a quick search. He types in Maria's name. Once her file pops up, he looks into family. He only finds her cousins, no mom, no dad, no uncles, no aunts, no grandparents. Just her cousins.

"I can't even ask her about this, I can't I'll be risking a a lot. I can't risk more." Favion closes his eyes and starts to cry.

#Freaks But Family #Original Work #Fantasy Story

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if i have to, i’ll wait forever | s.m

4:16 pm

He remembers it being sunny the day he first saw her. Really sunny, a rarity for their small town. The moving truck lined outside the house next door looked out of place amongst the other, er, family cars parked along the sidewalk. He saw the piles upon piles of cartons being brought in and out of the house, new neighbours, he remembers thinking. Also a rarity. He was still watching the movers when a Labrador came dashing out of the door, heading for the street. Panic set in, he had to do something, and his 10 year old brain thought it fit to run. And so he crossed the distance in quick leaps, making his way around his dad’s car and onto the street, throwing himself in front of the dog’s path in what he thought was an effective way of stopping the dog from running out.

“Coco! COCO STOP!!”

He was busy wrapping himself around the dog, trying to contain the bundle of energy and licks and a wagging tail to notice the small figure before him. When he finally looked up though, after the dog, Coco, had successfully pushed him to the ground and was now busy licking at his face, he saw her. She seemed his age, dark hair pulled into a braid, huffing and puffing after having chased Coco around the house before the menace dashed to the nearest exit - their front door. Walking up behind her was a woman who had the same long, dark hair as the girl before him, must be her mom, moving to help him off the ground.

“Hi, beta, thank you for that!,” she smiled warmly, “our little hero, aren’t you?”

He blushed a bit, the praise turning his ears pink. “Hi…”

“We’ve moved in just now! Do you live nearby?”

He nodded shyly, not very used to conversing with adults just so. “That’s our house,” he pointed to the house next door to their new neighbours.

The girl, so far so quiet, softly tugged on her mother’s dress. “Neighbours, Maa.”

“Yes, love, we’re neighbours now. Maybe you’ll even be friends n-”

“If you could bother helping me, maybe we’d be done faster,” a voice from their front door said. The woman sighed before turning around, “I’m coming back, Dev-” but the door was slammed shut before she could follow him in. The little girl turned to Shawn, gaging his reaction, her eyes dancing around his face. “Papa.”

Shawn turned to her in question - “What?”

“That’s my Papa, and my Mama.” she said motioning to their house. “And this our big puppy Coco.”

Shawn smiled softly, the girl returning it.

“My name’s Shawn. Can we be friends?”

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8:37 pm

“Wh-What do you mean you’re moving out?” he didn’t want to cry, he really didn’t. But he wasn’t entirely sure what it meant for him if his best friend in the whole world was moving to the city, leaving him all alone right where they met three years ago. She sighed before moving to sit next to him on the grass in his backyard, “They fight every day Shawn… any time they are in the same room, any time they have to speak to each other - it turns into a fight. I don’t even understand why-” but she cut herself off. It was shameful enough to hate her parents’ relationship, she didn’t need to say it out loud and make it all the more real. But Shawn knew. He always knew. His parents weren’t like that. He couldn’t really imagine them being like that, but if having her parents scream at each other loud enough for him to hear them through his windows, it wasn’t too hard to guess that it was scary. Scary enough for her mother to find a job in the city, an hour away from their town and far enough from her father.

“I’ll be coming back every weekend, though!” at this he looked back at her. “I won’t leave Papa completely, and I definitely won’t leave you completely! I’ll come back whenever I’ll be free from school!”

And, oh. Her moving away also meant that she would be moving schools. This meant they wouldn’t ride to and from school together anymore, he won’t have anyone to copy his math or english or biology homework off of, or really just any homework because she was smart and Shawn just - wasn’t, and this meant he wouldn’t have someone to eat his veggies at lunch and he won’t have anyone hear him talk about his dreams from the night before and - nothing would be the same again because his best friend in the whole wide world was moving away and there was nothing he could do about it.

“You’ll forget all about me,” he whispered, clammy hands pulling at the grass under him, “you’ll be at your new school with your new friends and you’ll forget about all of us here.”

She let out a little pffft! sound and shoved at his shoulder, “absolutely not, Mendes. You’re my favourite-est person ever, moving away won’t make me forget you at all.” He was still glum though, still not looking at her, still skeptical about the whole situation. She sighed and moved closer to him.

“Hey, look at me,” and he did,”you are my favourite. You always will be. If it was possible for me to stay away from my house but still be close to you I would do it. But I can’t,” her eyes were glazing over, the gravity of it all now sinking in that maybe, just maybe, he would forget about her, just like her Papa seemed to forget about her sometimes, even when they lived under the same roof. “You know no one’s happy when all of us live together, Maa says he might even love us again if we’re not around as much, she said absence makes the heart grow fonder. I think Papa will want her back soon. But I’ll come back to you, and maybe you can come to Toronto with uncle - aunty and Liyah and we can go to see the CN tower and we’ll talk everyday apart from that and I’ll poke you on Facebook everyday to remind you of me and,” finally taking a breath, “I hope you don’t forget about me.”

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10:08 am

“Just forget about it okay? It’s not worth it.”

“Excuse me? You texted me ‘SOS’ ‘this is URGENT’ when you know I’m in the middle of lab and made me panic and get out of class and I’m risking my class points right now just for us to go over the exact same conversation for the third time this week, so Shawn Peter Raul, you don’t get to tell me this isn’t worth it!”

Radio silence.

“Shawn? Are you still there?”, she checked her phone and no, the network didn’t cut off, it was just him playing dead. “Shawn. Speak up.”

“I- did you just yell at me?” he asked, his voice small. He usually got like this if she got too serious, too firm with him, because this was never their usual, she could be firm and bitter and straightforward with anyone in the world, just not him or her mama.

She exhaled deeply, running her hand through her hair, not sure how she could get through him without being too harsh. “Shawn, I love you but you’re overthinking this. I’m sorry for yelling okay? But you know I’m right, your parents are willing to support you, your dad’s going to fly out with you, too, what’s the worst that could happen? The meeting doesn’t go your way? You don’t get signed? Big fucking deal, baby, we’ll find another manager or whatever this Gertler wants to be and get you signed with someone else.”

Turning around, she met her reflection in the large mirrors in her school bathroom. Since moving away it’s like the world changed, the city was nothing like her hometown, yet all the same, yet completely different because she saw her Mama be happier than ever before. As she promised she tried visiting her Papa as often as she could, but he took her moving with her Mama as a personal dig at him, turning a little colder every time she saw him. Maybe absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. Now every time she went back home, her time was spent with her friends or at Shawn’s house with his family. Staring back at herself in the mirror, looking at her uniform, Shawn on the phone, she couldn’t explain it but she felt good . “so you’re going to be one of those fancy private school girls now,” Shawn had teased her, and honestly, she loved it. She’d lost the life she had in the place she called home for 3 years but she had her Maa, she had Shawn and she had a good school. And a pretty girl back in her English class, but that’s beyond the point. Life was good.

“Think of this as a holiday with your Dad, with a tiny bit of work involved. If it doesn’t work out then you come back home and get right back to pestering me with your new found production skills at, like, midnight or something and continue bothering me on Skype when you know I’m studying and you should be too. Sound like a plan?”

Again, radio silence.

Now, this. This was their usual. If she ever made a point that made so much sense it felt like it was scripted, he would remain mute until it fully sank in. His best friend was a genius, she was always right and always made 100% sense. None of these three things had been acquired by Shawn just yet, but that’s okay, he thought. Because he had her. He’ll always have her.

“Can you please stop playing dead, I love you and support you and appreciate your existence SO much, Shawny but I need to get back to lab,” she spoke.

“You make everything better,” he whispered.

“I know.”

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11 pm

“HOW DO YOU KNOW?? YOU DON’T GET TO DECIDE FOR ME, I’M THE ONE GOING ON TOUR AN-” a pillow came hurtling and hit him square in the face. He screamed again, falling face down on the bed.

“Sir, if you’re done being a dramatic teenager, can you move the entirety of your body OFF the bed so I can continue packing YOUR bag?”

He whined again before sliding off and slumping on the floor. “Why won’t you just let me carry the shirt?”

“Because you already have 16 of the same shirts in your luggage and I know you’ll be gone for weeks but you need some diversity in your closet on the road even though I know you’ll stick to the same goddamn chinos and shirts,” she let out her 100th exasperated sigh of the night. Her best friend was set to join her childhood idol on tour as a supporting act and everyone in the house were uncomfortably close to losing their mind. She’d managed to leave his mom with another box of tissues and her dad with another beer and persuaded Aaliyah to get into bed and not stay up with the rest of them, with repeated confirmations that yes, Shawn would still be here when she woke up the next morning. But who was putting her mind to rest?

Shawn Mendes was set to join Taylor Swift on tour as a supporting act and she was losing her mind. Maa dropped her off earlier that day to help him pack and get ready for his travels before he left the next afternoon. She was used to spending the night at his house since she first met him and his family but this was the first time she felt like she would never come back, maybe because he would never come back and forget all about her and nothing would ever be the same.

She could feel his eyes on her as she puttered around the room. Both of them knew they weren’t going to have this for a while and both of them didn’t want to talk about it. It’s easier this way. It may not be better but it’s easier.

“I don’t think I wanna go anymore,” he whispered.

“What?”

“If I just - if I don’t go then we don’t have to pack anymore and mom would stop crying and dad would be less stressed and you wouldn’t...,” he looked up at her when she moved around the bed to stand before him. “You wouldn’t be so sad.”

Her eyes were burning, her throat was choking up, and she had to take deep breaths while leaning down to sit next to him on the floor. You can’t break now, she told herself. You’ve held your shit together for so long, don’t do this now, not in front of him, at least.

“I’m not sad.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not.”

“Not even a little bit?”

“Maybe a little bit.”

She snuffled and turned to look at him, “but also very very proud of you, I don’t care if you don’t wanna hear that from me, but I’m really fucking – Shawn stop it - look at me - thank you - I’m really fucking proud of you for working so hard every day and this is just one of the huge opportunities coming your way! You’re capable of so much more, and I will stay up packing your entire closet with you for as long as I can if it means you get to do what you love,” she was holding both his hands in hers now, foreheads almost touching before he blinked his tears away and leaned into her, resting his head in the crook of her neck. She held the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair like he knew she liked as their breathing evened out. When he calmed down a bit, he leaned back and looked at her. He wouldn’t see her for a few weeks, at least not like this.

Her eyes were still fluttered shut, the tip of her nose red for the sake of her always having sneezing fits but he knew this time was different, this time her nose was all stuffy and her face flushed because she was holding her tears back, she refused to cry in front of him. She knew all she had to do was let a few tears slip before he decided he didn’t actually need to go on tour or make music or do anything at all really because none of it was worth his girl’s tears, not if she’s going to try so hard to shield herself from him.

“Dude.”

“Yeah?” she whispered, looking around for tissues to wipe her nose before settling in front of him again, “what’s up?”

He stared at her for a second, his expression unreadable.

“Uh,” he exhaled quickly, “I know we’re like 16 and shit and these things shouldn’t really matter, like I know it matters to us not to anyone else - they’d just think it’s lame but I don’t think it’s lame it’s actually really important to me and I think it is to you, too, but bubs I feel like a complete jerk saying this-”

“Shawn.”

“- and it’s not even fair, I mean I KNOW it’s not fair to you-”

“Shawny.”

“-and I don’t even why I bothered with this but it’s just been on my mind since all of this started like for real, for real no joke-’

“Buddy…”

“ -see I know it won’t make a lot of sense for you but- “

“Jaan.”

Now that. That shut him up. He quickly locked eyes with her, mouth gaping like a fish. He’d only ever heard her mama call her dad that when they were younger, when things were still better.

“You were rambling, dude you can’t do that if you’re in front of Taylor Swift.”

And now his brain was bigger pile of mush than it was before. He remembers asking her about it, it was a funny sounding word and she’d said, ‘jaan means life, but when you love someone enough you’re allowed to call them that, it’s like how your mom says - my love’. The pet-name was sacred for her. Holier than the holiest. Untouchable and unspeakable to say the least. and because of that it was an unspoken rule for him to never throw it around. She called him that. She called him that.

“If you ramble in front of Taylor Swift, I’m really sorry dude but I’m gonna disown you.”

Not the stupid barista dude at the cafe near her school where she’d go buy horrible coffee just so she could talk to him. Not the stupid librarian who flirted with her every time she went in. Not the stupid punk rocker chick with the stupid purple hair his girl had a crush on for 3 solid months.

“Did you just call me jaan?”

“What?”

“You just called me jaan.”

“Is that what you got out of this? You-”

“You just called me jaan, jaan.”

“Okay? You just called me that too so I guess we’re even? Can we come back to the issue at hand?”

“You never call anyone jaan.”

A stream of nononono ran through her mind before she realised that she did, actually call him that. She doesn’t throw around the word lightly. And if she remembers, it means Shawn definitely remembers. The first and last time she called him that was on his birthday when she was sleepy and therefore loopy without a hold on reality. This time she isn’t sleepy or loopy and she slipped up in a normal conversation.

He saw her quiet down for a second as things clicked in his head, too. She loves him! She loves him like she would love life and she called him that like his mom would call his dad her love. She loved him and they’re going to grow up together and she’ll be his forever an-

“It’s just a name,” she muttered.

“Awwwww you called me your jaan,” he teased, a wicked glint in his eye, pinching her cheeks and pulling her closer to ruffle her hair.

“Shut UP, Shawn you’re not my jaan”

“What way is that to talk to your jaan where’s all the softness gone,” he sang while still pulling at her barely phased by her pushing him away.

“Absolutely not you’re not my jaan and the only softness here is your dick-“

“nah dude you literally just called me that, it’s confirmed, you love me”

“nope.”

“no?”

“yeah. no.”

“yeah or no?”

“no, shawn.”

“I think yeah”

“I said no”

“Not even a little bit, jaaaan?”

“Maybe just a little bit.”

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 8:12 am

She pushed her glasses up to rest on her head, her phone ringing beside her pile of textbooks. Digging the heels of her palms into her closed eyes, she exhaled deeply, she was waiting for this call. She moved quickly after allowing herself to breathe for just a second, it may have been finals season for her, it was recording season for her best friend. And she was nothing if not his beacon of hope and sanity in times like this.

“Hi,” she spoke softly, knowing well enough he was already at his wits end. She received a sigh in reply, relieved or not she wasn’t sure, but it was response enough.

She would love to say that she got to know him through experiences and trying times and they weren’t simply attuned to each other since the beginning of time. It would be easier that way because she hated the soulmate bullshit, or maybe it wasn’t entirely bullshit because well, Shawn believed in it. If it weren’t for them being connected right down to their souls, she wouldn’t fight so hard against everything she freely let herself feel for him when they were younger. Things didn’t work as smooth in the real world where he was Shawn Mendes, rising pop sensation and she was in her second year of university, studying to be a lawyer like her Maa. They were more than just two kids who grew up together between both their houses and both their cities.

“Is it one of those days, Shawn?” she hummed, expecting him to still stay quiet.

“I have to tell you something,” he blurted instead, something in her was saying he didn’t actually plan on this call.

“I’m listening,” she spoke, her tone still light even if she was growing nervous, “I’m ready when you are.”

He laughed in disbelief, shaking his head and running his hand through his hair, “How did you know?”

“What?”

“So you have no idea what I’m talking about but you know the lyrics to a song I recorded…” he trailed off trying checking his phone for the time, “12 minutes ago?”

“Shawn, you’re talking in puzzles.”

“I’m not, though.”

“Why did you call, Shawn?”

“Why do you keep saying that?”

She was growing frustrated now. “Saying what?”

“Shawn Shawn Shawn, you sound like you’re schooling me.”

“Well it’s your name, isn’t it? Tell me why you called me.”

“Tell me you love me.”

You know that disgusting feeling you get right before you have a really good cry – it starts off as a choke around your windpipes and you feel like you can’t talk, hell you can’t breathe, and then it tears at your eyes and your face grows flushed, and everything just hurts but you can’t stop it? It seemed as if she only felt like that and nothing more the last few weeks or maybe months, she didn’t know at this point. What she knows is the last time she truly felt happy was when he stayed over with her at Maa’s house and helped set up her new garden, everything after that was a blur.

“Are you drunk?”

“What’s a little whiskey got anything to do with this, babe?”

“Only whiskey?”

“Maybe I downed a few glasses of wine to get there faster?”

She sighed again, before pinching the bridge of her nose. Her studies were driving her up the wall, she was still reeling with the aftermath of being dumped so cruelly, a year-long relationship with who she thought was the boy of her dreams ended in seconds when she found him in bed with someone else. She missed her Mama. And her best friend was far, far away.

They were both quiet for a few seconds, she needed to put her thoughts in place before she blurted out something stupid. She settled for telling him she missed him.

“It’s all the same, babe. Missing you, loving you, it’s all from a distance.”

She’s pretty sure her heart cracked a bit, she never wanted him to feel far away from her, especially not from her. “I’m right here, jaan” she managed to croak out, “I’m right her-”

“I wrote a song about you.”

“Me? Why?”

He chuckled darkly, why did he write songs about her after all? Because it had been years and no one made him feel like she did? Because his feelings were unrequited? Because she was perfect, she was his, but she didn’t believe it? Because he needed her in his bed and his heart and his mind without wanting to feel guilty about it? What was it? Was it because he was still pathetically in love with his best friend?

“Do you remember my 18th birthday? When you made us home-made pizzas and took me the field in a truck - the truck wasn’t even yours, jaan.”

She was on the edge now. They’d kissed for the first time on that field. They continued to kiss on that field. She nearly told him she loved him on that field. “Yes, I remember - why is that important, Shawn?”

The field wasn’t the last time though. And it wasn’t the most they’d done either. They’d done things and learned things with each other, without each other, he was always her favourite regardless.

“I made a decision that night.”

It’s now or never.

“I know you never want to talk about this, but I feel like we’re made for each other. And I know you hate it, but it’s the only truth I’ve known, you know?” He hiccuped before continuing, “and I know you don’t believe in this stuff, but I think if you love someone enough, if someone loves the way I love you, I’ll wait for as long as I can if it means I get to have you. A year, 10 years, whatever it is.”

She couldn’t help it, the tears rolled down her face without control. “You’re drunk, please go home and sleep, is there someone on your crew I can call to take care o-“

“Why do you make it so hard? Just, god, baby just let me wait for you and once you’re ready just please let me love you. We’re perfect, there’s no one like us-“

“I can’t believe you chose to write a song about this, Shawn, why do you choose to write songs about me, it’s not like you don’t have other girls to write about.”

“That’s what you don’t get, baby, there’s no one else I’d ever want to write about like I’m in love with them. Pining over you is acceptable.”

“ACCEPTABLE? SH-“ she forcefully exhaled, rubbing her temples, he’s drunk and silly right now, yelling won’t help with anything, “Shawn, will you please tell what the song is about?”

“Let me just, okay let me play it for you, alright?” She could hear him fumbling around the studio, the click of a few buttons, “okay, see it’s not the final master, I just sang it with the instrumentals for the first time, and I literally just improvised on the first verse right now but its a pretty song, you’ll like it, okay?”

She did like it. She loved it, but she wouldn’t admit it - not until she was entirely ready to accept it herself, and Shawn knew it, too.

Months later the world would know this as the last song on Shawn Mendes’ long anticipated third studio album. Months later he was somewhere in Europe drinking in the world’s reactions to the new album, the memory of her crying over the phone and telling him she couldn’t believe he loved her and “keep your promise okay? please wait for me” burned in the back of his mind.

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11:36 PM

The tequila burned her throat as she threw back the last of her drink. If she was going to do this, she needed every bit of liquid courage she could find. He looked incredible tonight, a stupid white shirt snug deliciously around his arms and his stupid curly hair that he knew she called his Prince Charming hair and his stupid pretty smile as he greeted everyone around the party.

Shawn Mendes: The Tour had ended a week ago, 106 shows wrapped up in style, and he had returned home just 2 days ago, saying he needed to take care of “business’. It was his biggest tour yet, of course he had to celebrate it with a big party inviting his whole team and the rest of bloody Toronto, it seemed. He had seen her walk in, she’d seen him do the rounds, they hadn’t met yet but anyone would be blind to not see the way they were making eyes at each other from across the room.

He has to do the rounds, she pacified herself, this is the last time everyone will be together for a few months at least. They both knew what tonight meant, there was too much of a build up, she just wanted to get it over and done with. She couldn’t contain it anymore, whatever… “it” was. Her feelings, or her love or this stupid mutual pining and the near deadly attraction they had for each other. She didn’t know at this point what she wanted more - to just come out and tell him everything she’d held in since she came to terms with her silly little crush on him since he got his braces off (it didn’t turn out to be silly, after all) or shove him against the bar he was currently leaning against and have her way with him. She was frustrated and barely good at hiding it, but she gave herself hopes of her night ending in his arms either way.

She’d spoken to a bunch of people from his crew, everyone knew who the star’s best friend from back home was, everyone knew how important she was, how she flew to see him whenever she could. What they probably didn’t know was that somewhere near one third of his setlist this past year were songs he’d written about her. His secret muse. His not so secret love.

She tried focusing on what the girls from his team were talking about - one of the Mexico shows? Rock In Rio? What was it? She would have loved to pretend she was fully zoned in but she hasn’t said a lie this big since she told him his hair looked good at the 2018 MET. The girls turned to ask her a question, it took her a bit longer to register it than normal - what was your favourite show?

Now that’s a tough one. Amsterdam had ended with him running off stage and picking her up and spinning her around as her laughter echoed through the walls. Oslo had him running through the arena to get to B Stage, and when he found her in the hallway he grabbed her by the neck to peck her a little too close to her lips, then on second thought he turned back around and fully kissed her before sprinting off to the arena full of fans. Brooklyn night 2 he sang her songs looking right at her, as if they weren’t actually surrounded by thousands of his fans, if his team noticed, they didn’t comment. When he cried before the Rogers Centre show, she cried with him, when he cried after the show, she kissed his tears away and told him she’d wait at his apartment when he returned after celebrating with his friends, family and team. Asia was one place she couldn’t go, her home country was not a tour stop for them and she didn’t have it in her to live through the same disappointment again. She flew down for the Mexico shows, spent a lot of time staring at him in his swim trunks by the hotel pool and flew right back to wrap up her semester. And these were just the few she could think of.

“I… don’t think I have an absolute favourite I guess? They were all so special in different ways, each time we saw him and the band go up there it was different but just as special…” she trailed off hoping that no one grew too suspicious about it all. They nodded in agreement before someone spoke about one of the crew members having a baby soon and it was safe for her to zone out again. She tensed up a bit when his laughter sounded closer than it was before. You can do this, self assured, she turned to find her boy just a few groups away.

It was nearly poetic how their eyes met, the rest of the room immediately fading away. It was just the two of them, it was just him, just her best friend of over 10 years. She watched him excuse himself from the people he was talking to and started walking towards her. She wanted to be put out of her misery, it was almost painful when he so obviously gave her a once over and smirked. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going through his brain or how her night was meant to end.

She took deep breaths, the words running through her head again, having rehearsed them in the mirror when she woke up this morning. I’m ready. Just two words. She just needed to get them out and the universe would handle the rest. There was nothing to worry about, nothing’s going to change, it’s all good from here on.

I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready.

He stopped just a few feet from her, looking around nonchalantly before stepping closer. The alcohol in his system turned his face flush and made his eyes glow. Has he always been this pretty? (yes. The answer is yes.)

She inhaled deeply again, this is it. She opened her mouth to speak before he pulled her in and pressed his mouth against hers. Right there, in front of everyone to watch. A soft whine from the back of her throat made him smile, he gathered her in his arms fully and she pulled him in, fingering through the curls at the nape of his neck. As much as he’d love to continue kissing her, because he always wanted to kiss her, he had to do this right.

He cupped her face in his hands, pulling away from her as their lips parted with a quiet ‘pop’. She tried to regain her breath, blinking up at him with a soft pout. He never wanted to kiss someone so bad. He had to do this right.

“My name’s Shawn, can we go out sometime?”

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Season 3, Episode 1 or so help me god... Also available on AO3.

Finally // beautiful stranger

He sort of thought she’d maybe... say something, after everything. He’d walked home that night a bundle of uncertainty and self-doubt, but for the first time, he actually felt a bit hopeful. He and Maeve couldn’t seem to stop missing one another, and he was damn near determined that this time, it’d be different.

But then the weekend came and went, and he hadn’t heard from her once, and he found himself growing more self-conscious by the second. Had he been too late? Did he miss his chance for real this time? Was she really... over him?

He nearly races to school come Monday morning, a ball of nerves and pent up energy. He tries being happy for Eric as he recounts endless details about his weekend with Adam, really he does, but all he could think is whether Maeve had truly heard his confession of love and felt... nothing. That might just be the thing to do him in for good.

It takes him a few laps through the school but he finally finds her in the library, a book perched on her lap and her thumbnail between her teeth. He nearly loses his nerve, can’t help but stare at her like this for a moment - unguarded, serene - but then he reminds himself that he’s done being an asshole, damnit, and pushes forward.

“Um, Maeve?” Fucking loser. Man up.

He sees her jaw clench, her teeth biting the inside of her cheek, her eyes shut briefly before she flips a page. He hates that he elicits that response from her now. “Studying, dickhead.”

He watches her swallow and her eyes seem to be going over the same line over and over.

He clenches his hands at his side. “Can we talk?” He unclenches his fists, stretches them in the silence. “Please.”

She’s so good at masking her emotions, but he catches a slight hitch as she clears her throat, shuts her book with a definitive thud and stands abruptly. She meets his eyes, cool and steady, and he feels himself shrink under the weight of her gaze. “I’ve got to get to class.”

She pushes past him then, out the door, and for a moment he considers letting her go. Surely she deserves better than him, better than the hurt he’s caused her. But then he spies her jacket left dangling over the couch and his body is moving without his consent.

“Look I know I said some stupid things but I really think we ought to talk it out so I could tell you how sorry I am,” he pleads, her jacket draped across his arm as he strides behind her.

She speeds up, forcing him to trail after her. “Not much to talk about then, is there? You’re sorry, so that’s it. We’re good then.” She bites the corner of her thumb, refusing to turn and face him as she weaves through the halls.

“Well I just thought...” He stops short. What did he think, really? “I hadn’t heard from you this weekend,” he mutters instead.

She stops in front of her locker, flicks her eyes to his briefly, searching. He lamely extends her jacket to her and she snags it from him a touch too harsh. “Yeah well. I’ve been busy. Not everything is about you, you know.”

He buries his hands deep in his jacket pockets. He’s a little ashamed it’s taken him this long to congratulate her. “Yeah, no, of course. Sorry. Congratulations, by the way. I saw you on TV.”

The corner of her mouth turns up in the barest hint of a smile, but she ignores his attempt to meet her eyes and reaches for her Maths book. “Right. Well it wasn’t just me.”

“You should be proud of yourself, Maeve. They couldn’t have done it without you.”

If he’s thawing her at all, she won’t let on. She bites her bottom lip anxiously and slams her locker in a hurry, but he presses on, hands extending then retracting back to his pockets.

“And I just thought we could clear the air, you know. Be friends again?... I’d really like to be your friend again, Maeve. At least.” He shakes his head. This isn’t going well. “I’ve let you down and I know that. And I understand if you didn’t lis-“

“Otis.” She interrupts him, exhaling his name almost as if she’s got no energy left. He sucks in a breath and looks at her. Sees the hurt swimming in her eyes. “Forget it, okay? We’ve tried being friends but all we do is hurt one another.” She wraps her arms tight around herself, her eyes boring holes into her shoes. “I’ve got enough people in my life to hurt me. I don’t need another.”

She meets his eyes then and he couldn’t save this if he tried. He opens his mouth anyway - foolishly - but whatever he intended to say is drowned out by the class bell.

Her eyes flicker to his once more - pleading him to fight back? Maybe, but she’s pushed past him and out of sight before he can find the words.

...

She’s basically a ghost for the rest of the week, slipping through the halls in silence and keeping her eyes to the ground. She‘s forgotten how easy it was to go unnoticed in this school, and she both loves and hates how easily she slips back into it. Fleetingly she thinks that she hasn’t seen Otis once, even from the corner of her eye, and it’s not like she cares or anything - she hardly noticed, really, fuck off - but the clinic has been almost nonexistent and she’s got rent due Monday and this spat between them is really fucking with her source of income.

By Friday she’s said maybe ten words total to another human being (three of which being “Piss off, Isaac” when the wanker insisted on perching himself at her doorstep after she refused to answer his calls), but she found herself somewhat comforted by still having people around her. The fact is she hates the idea of going home to an empty trailer almost as much as she doesn’t want to be at school, so she sucks it up and makes plans to ask Aimee if they can walk home together. Thinks maybe she can spend the night there if she asks, too. God, she hates asking for things.

It’s not just Otis she’s avoiding. It’s everything. Her mom, her shitty fucking luck, the reality that of all the Quizheads, she’s least likely to get a full ride scholarship to Uni even though that’s the only way she can realistically afford to go. She knows she‘s destined for more than a shit job at the mall and a double wide with no heat, but she’s certain she was born in the wrong dimension, because in this one life is determined to fuck her over.

Her mind is a tangle of self-doubt but she’s trying her fucking damnedest to silence it all as she waits for Aimee by the school’s entrance, perched against a tree and attempting to focus on Silas Marner - she finds it far superior and the more relatable of George Eliot’s works, no wonder it took her so long to finish Middlemarch - but she’s been standing here for over an hour and Aimee is nowhere to be found. In fact, the front lawn is basically empty aside from a couple stoners and some horny couple grinding on a bench in the corner. She checks her phone, shoots a text to Aimee, waits five minutes for the three dots to pop up and when the message comes through, she feels her heart fall to her feet.

Steve wants to try hugging. Raincheck?

The sun is setting as she walks home alone, a crisp in the air that wasn’t there last week, and she’s trying to match her steps to her heartbeats but it’s proving harder than she’d like. Who says her breathing’s more ragged than usual? Sod off.

She wishes she hadn’t lent Erin her headphones - she’ll never see those again either - because she could really use something right now to drown out her racing thoughts. She focuses instead on the faded crescent moon rising in the sky, and by the time she walks onto the lot the sky is dark and the only thing she wants is to curl into a ball in her bed and not leave until Monday morning.

She sees the bag from far away, hanging from the door handle of her trailer. She looks left and right on impulse, wonders if it was Isaac before she feels certain it wasn’t. If her steps quicken, she’ll never admit to it.

She snags the bag quickly and slams the door behind her, fingers itching to find out what’s inside. Her hand wraps around a binder and she pulls it out slowly, suddenly nervous. A note flutters out with it and falls to her feet, and her jaw clenches as she recognizes the familiar scrawl.

You deserve better than all of us.

She stares at the message a moment more because she collapses into a seat at the table, binder spread out before her. She opens the first page and her throat tickles with the emotion of it all.

It’s a collection of paperwork, brochures and articles and informational pamphlets. Schools she mentioned, universities she’s named in passing conversations when she thought they were just killing time before his next session. He compiled them all by the areas of study she might be most interested, and she smirks despite herself that each school is color coded. He’d always busted her for organizing the clinic schedule like that. He’s even taken the time to highlight new places she hasn’t considered, places that offer creative writing programs and financial scholarships for independents.

She feels the smile on her lips but it’s like her brain catches up, stunned for a moment by the gesture, and she’s suddenly furious.

Who does he think he is? He doesn’t know what she needs, what she wants, what’s best for her. All he’s done since he came into her life was cause her pain, and now he’s trying to be some fucking savior for her? She snags a sweater strewn over the couch and is out the door before she even knows where she’s going. All she knows is that he doesn’t get to make some grand gesture and have her forgive him. It’s bullshit. She’s going to storm over there and tell him exactly where he can shove his fucking charity. He’s -

-standing in the middle of the bridge. Waiting for her.

Her breath catches in her throat and she absently notes that he looks terrified. There are so many things she wants to spit at him but for some reason she can’t find words just yet. He shocks her by speaking first.

“I didn’t want you to have to come all the way to me again,” he shrugs, the corner of his lip curling up just slightly.

She crosses her arms quickly, petulant as a child as she scoffs at him. But despite herself, she feels lighter standing before him. Damn it all to hell. “How’d you know I’d even come to you?” She’s trying for offhanded but knows she doesn’t manage it.

He scratches his ear and looks to his shoes. “I didn’t?” He has the decency to sound sheepish. “I figured I’d give it an hour or so and see if you called maybe.”

“Oh, only an hour then?” She deadpans. She gets way too much satisfaction from his rosy cheeks.

He cocks his head just so, offering her a half smile. “Maybe two,” he relents.

She feels her mouth pulling into a grin but she bites the inside of her cheek before it erupts. Instead she nods once and wrings her hands together by her chest. The silence sits between them and it’s colder out here than it was an hour ago.

“I’m sorry,” she hears him breath, and he must realize how quiet he said it because he clears his throat and meets her eyes. “I’m really sorry.” Louder this time, more conviction.

She can see the sincerity in his eyes and he always did know how to get to her. She nods this time, her mouth twisting in a wry smirk. “Yeah you should be,” she jokes, but it doesn’t feel much like a joke once it’s out of her mouth, and she feels the frustration seep back in. “You know, you can’t go around trying to manipulate me by doing something nice. Doesn’t work like that. You’re not charming, you know.”

Otis blinks. “Is that what you were coming to tell me?”

“What?”

“You were headed to my house, weren’t you? Was that what you were going to say?”

Her eyes widen, indignant, and the anger mounts. “Yes,” she demands. “You can’t just hurt me and expect it to all be okay just like that. It’s not. I trusted you, Otis, and you let me down. Everyone else is shit but I never thought you’d...” her voice catches and a small sob fills her chest but she won’t let it out. Refuses. Instead she stops, catching her breath and turning her head to the side as angry tears threaten to pour over. She digs a nail into her palm to stop them. She won’t let him do this to her again.

He takes a tentative step forward and reaches out for her slightly, and she finds great satisfaction when he retracts his hand, until she follows his gaze and realizes he must notice that she’s wearing his sweater. Shit.

It seems to embolden him though and he looks to her again. “I know, and Maeve, I know I hurt you and I was a dickhead -“

“Massive dickhead,” she elaborates.

“But I don’t think it’s all my fault.” He finishes.

She’s certain she heard him wrong.

“Excuse me?” She gapes, incredulous.

“We’ve been tiptoeing around each other for months,” Otis argues, arms up for emphasis. “All year, really. And then Jackson -

“Are you seriously turning this around on me?” She can’t believe him.

“No but -

“‘Cause it sounds like you are -“

“I’m not!” He insists. “It’s just that...you’re you! And I’m ME and, and we were friends. Such good friends, Maeve, and then you... And it just made me so angry that you didn’t tell me you liked me until things with Ola.... it’s just... I had no idea someone like you could have possibly liked someone like me.”

Her nostrils flare with her anger and she’s trying not to strangle him right this instant. She’s not sure if it’s because he doubted her or that he’s so fucking sure he’s right (and so what if he is a little?) “Right well it’s probably for the best you didn’t know. I’m the most selfish person you know, after all.”

He sighs loudly. “Maeve, of course I didn’t mean that.“

“It sounded like you did,” she quips.

“I was so drunk. I ate a whole roast chicken that night! And I was confused and I was trying to hurt you like I was hurting when of course you didn’t deserve it.”

He’s got her there.

She sniffles and crosses her arms, choosing to count the railings on the bridge rather than meet his eyes.

He sighs and reaches toward her, palms open. “I know I can’t take back what I did. And I know things are still broken between us. But... I like you, Maeve. I really, really like you.”

She looks up then, against her own will honestly, but he’s got his eyes closed. Either because he can’t look at her either or he’s mustering up the courage, she can’t be sure.

He rubs a hand over his face and chuckles ironically. “Hell I think I even love you. You’re brave and you’re resilient and you’re honest and you’re good. Life should have taken you out dozens of times already but you never let it. You’re too good for every fucking one of us and we just keep letting you down over and over. But I want to be there for you. I want to be the one you turn to. I don’t want you to feel alone or scared or hurt. And I hate that I’ve already done all those things but if you let me, if you give me a chance, I promise I won’t hurt you again. And I know, I know so many people have said that to you before, but I’m going to prove it. You don’t have to believe me, but let me prove it to you. Please. I -“

She’s not sure at what point in his speech her arms drop to her sides, when her brow smooths and her gaze softens and her lip drops just slightly. She feels the heat pool in her chest, warm and bubbling and even a little uncomfortable, blooming its way up her neck to her cheeks and face. And in her haze she really can’t remember when she steps forward and brings her mouth to his, soft but hard all at once, but she knows when she does that she’s never quite had a kiss like this in her life.

That is, because he doesn’t quite kiss her back.

Her lips are tingling but his body is like a statue before her, and she’s sure he’s unconscious but she can feel his heart thrumming beneath her hands atop his chest, and has she killed him? She pulls back slightly, exhaling a harsh breath, not daring to meet his eyes but seemingly incapable of putting more than an inch of distance between them. The barrier’s been broken now and she finds she’s never been warmer in her whole life. She’s about to say something, anything really, when his hands come up to cup her cheeks, coaxing her to look him in the eyes. Nerves grasp her now - it was so impulsive, she didn’t give it a second of thought before - but she has no time for them. She hears him swallow just as he pinches her chin and brings her mouth to his once more, and this is what their first kiss should have been. His lips are tender on hers and she wants to be closer to him all at once, so she wraps her arms around his waist and opens her mouth, feeling his breath on her tongue before his follows along. She was sure he’d be timid but it’s like his body is reacting all on its own, and she can’t help herself. Her lips curl into a smile against his mouth, and she nearly melts into a puddle when his thumb comes to the corner of her lip, the pad of his finger tracing the outline of her smile.

When they properly pull back for a breath, she can feel his eyes on her, blue crystals boring into her soul, and for the life of her she has no idea why she meets his gaze. She wants to look away but somehow she can’t, and he’s smiling at her and by God if she’s not absolutely fucking in love with this dickhead.

“You kissed me.” He tucks her hair behind her ear as he says it and she hates him even more. Her life will never be just hers again.

She licks her lips. “Tell anyone about this and I’ll bite your dick off. Okay mouth breather?” There isn’t the slightest trace of malice in her voice. It’s barely above a whisper.

Otis nods once, brow creased in mock seriousness. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I’m still angry at you,” she murmurs, eyes fixated on his bottom lip as she grips the ends of his shirt tighter.

He swallows hard and nods. “I know. I’m still angry with me too.”

She wants to keep the banter going but she’s got no fight in her, just butterflies wrecking havoc on her stomach and fire in her cheeks. She can’t stop staring at his lips - it’s like he’s cast a spell on her or something - and then she remembers she can do it again if she wants. This is going to be a real problem, she can tell. She’s on her tiptoes when he seems to remember the same thing, and he’s wearing the goofiest smile when he brings her face to his and leans down to kiss her again.

(It might take him a few hours to calm her down after he tells her about the missing voicemail - she could fucking murder Isaac - but he quickly finds exactly how to shut her up. If they don’t sleep that night, it’s entirely his fault.)

...

Note: this was shit but I wrote it in the notes on my phone because please let them be together next season PLEASE. It’s my first tumbler post too so sorry the format is weird as shit.

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