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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 2 years

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Dedication

Prompts: I come barring a prompt! DRLAMP with platonic creativitwins, of course. so, Logan has these files on the sides, they've got all he knows about them and they have a section dedicated to their likes and dislikes and what to do when they're confronted with things they don't like. so he gives them small yet very thoughtful gifts every so often and makes an effort to help them when they're not feeling their best, however, he never lets them know it's him because he is so sure they hate him that he's convinced his methods wouldn't be as effective if they knew it was him doing it, so he hides. after the wedding, tensions are high so he tries to make them feel better, but, since he's pretty down in the dumps as well, he isn't as careful hiding as he usually is, so when the sides receive their gifts and help, they decide to figure out who has been sending them so they can thank them, now that they've managed to talk things out and are friends again. they figure out it's Logan and ask him why he never took credit for his work, he explains and what they do next is up to you - anon

Hello! Are you doing well? I hope you aren’t burning yourself out; you write so fast! A request, if those are open? I’m maybe just a little obsessed with your Roman and Logan hurt/comfort. Platonic or romantic, it’s all absolutely delicious. I’ve been going slightly crazy over their parallels recently… Do you have any more in the works? If not, totally a-okay! Take care of yourself, please! - anon

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It stands to believe that if Logan upsets someone, naturally, he must strive to ensure they are not upset anymore. It is his fault that the problem exists, therefore he must be the one to solve it.

He pays attention, as is his job, to exactly what it is that causes the problem. Was he accidentally too brash or harsh? Did he dismiss an idea out of hand without realizing the consequences that would have? Has he overlooked someone in his efforts to be more efficient and erroneously decided that something wasn’t important?

He has found that most likely, the issue will fall into one of the aforementioned categories. As such, he has developed a flow chart.

Did the Side in question directly approach him about the issue?

More likely, this answer will be ‘no.’ Unlike himself, the other Sides do not tend to communicate in explicit and succinct ways. He has pondered this several times, failing to understand why they believe that refraining from addressing the issues bluntly is more beneficial in the long term. The solution that he has been offered when he asks them about it informs Step 2.

2. Are they avoiding interaction with Logan out of a belief that he is still upset with him?

Through no fault of their own, the Sides often believe that Logan remains discontented with them after the interaction ceases. Sometimes this is true, however in cases such as this, often whatever discontent there may have been will fade almost immediately once it has been expressed. He does not know how he can assure them of this permanently, though he does not mind the need to. After all, in times of emotional upset, one cannot be expected to perform the most rational of thinking. He does not and will never hold that against them.

3. Do they believe that Logan desires the avoidance of contact due to believing them a burden?

The other Sides are not burdens to him. He willingly chooses to engage with them and interact with them. He is not Patton—he is not exuberant of his love and care for them—but he has a deep and meaningful fondness and affection for every single one of them. As such, they could never be burdens as they are not a task he has shouldered unwillingly and unknowingly.

Telling them as much tends to make them cry.

4. Have they explained what it was that upset them?

This one is…difficult at times. If the Side believes they are a burden, it normally takes several rounds of reassurance before they are comfortable enough to share the details of their sadness. Once they do, however, it is simple enough to decide what his response should be.

A. Accidentally too brash or harsh: apologize for his insensitivity and assure them that he does not think badly of them. Ask what in particular it was that made them upset and add it to the list of sensitive topics. Reassure them with compliments that he does care deeply for them.

B. Dismissed out of hand: apologize for implying that their idea was not worthy of consideration. Refrain from explaining reasons because this can be seen as making excuses or defending his actions. Remind them that under no circumstances does his rejection of an idea imply that he rejects them as a Side or as someone he cares about. Propose an alternative or workshop one with them.

C. Overlooked: apologize for underestimating how important this was to the Side. Offer comfort if it is asked for. Propose an alternative that they would enjoy.

He has learned, however, that there can be lingering feelings after the interaction has resaved completely. Even when apologies have been made and alternatives have been proposed, there can be lingering hurt on their behalf or a guilt on his own. A residual emotional injury, one that cannot be fixed by attempting to further deepen the interaction, but one that requires a different angle.

One of the discoveries that has been his most meaningful is that if he is the cause of the emotional hurt, there is only so much he, as himself, can do in order to assuage it. Often, his presence is enough to remind them of the infliction of the original hurt and prevent him from fully healing it. As such, it stands to reason that an outside source of joy or pleasure would benefit them once he has done as much as he can on his own.

This is where the gifts come in.

The sentimentality and positivity that humans—and Sides—associate with inanimate objects is fascinating. Perhaps it is due to the way humans are designed to interact with their environment and other humans, a sort of innate pack bonding that developed as an evolutionary tactic for survival. It is most evident in the subtle, gentle caring love that most humans cannot refrain from developing for anything that is even slightly intuitive; an attachment to things that they know cannot actually reciprocate or care, but there is always at least a little suspicion that they might.

Children—and adults—will kiss stuffed animals on the head if they fall or are accidentally dropped. He has seen college students and working professionals croon and speak softly to their laptops or other devices, thanking them for performing their functions or encouraging them to do just a little bit more. Or the sadness that one feels when they lose an object that was important to them, not necessarily because they have lost a possession but because it was theirs and it had been present through many emotional journeys and now its absence was keenly felt.

He digresses.

Providing the other Sides with a gift not only gives them an outlet for this type of affection, but it enables him to better understand what it is they require from him in terms of emotional support. As an added bonus, it can help to assuage his own guilt by seeing them so happy. He has…often been accused of being incapable of leaving a task incomplete.

With this in mind, he has prepared files on each of the Sides to ensure their gifts are uniquely suited to them.

For Patton, it is anything soft and cuddly or an appliance that might be useful in the kitchen. Patton, for all his proclamations of being a father to the other Sides, is not the…most adept in the kitchen. Not simply because his palate is…oh, what’s a polite way to phrase this…let’s say compatible with the tastes of the others, but because his attention span will often wander during time-sensitive tasks.

A sparkly kitchen timer that will sit at his elbow and ring merrily when time has elapsed. A spatula with a kitten head, complete with white and pink spots and a pair of eyes that smile from one side. Oven mitts that have clouds and rainbows that make a satisfying thump when you clap with them on.

And, of course, any stuffed animal that is big enough to squish his face into and huggable enough to stand in for one of the Sides if necessary.

Patton, as the Side that primarily deals with Thomas’s emotions, often experiences the emotional consequences of a meeting even if the Side in question will not. And as most Sides are not as…willing to experience the full extent of Patton’s emotional support, a plush that works as a stand-in is greatly appreciated.

For Virgil, although he would deny it to his last breath—not that Sides need to breathe, strictly, as they are metaphysical—also appreciates stuffed animals. These ones, though, have to be more carefully curated than the ones given to Patton. Due to Virgil’s anxiety, he requires objects that can help ground him. Through discussions, Logan has learned that these often come in the form of tactically stimulating objects like fidgets or textured things, or pressure therapy like weighted blankets.

The stuffed animals he gifts to Virgil are either weighted plushes—in the form of dinosaurs or bats—or stuffed animals of the more obscure kind that have fascinating natural features. A cassowary he was particularly proud of has individual feathers on its back for Virgil to run his fingers through. A pangolin has individual scales, ones where the fluffy material alternates directions. A Komodo dragon has lifelike skin, perfect for stroking with the palm of his hands to ground himself.

He also offers replacements. A phone charger with a cord long enough to reach anywhere he needs it to. A set of headphones that are both noise canceling and soft enough to prevent sensory overload if he needs to wear them for extended periods of time. A new fidget cube after his last one broke.

Virgil, no matter what Janus likes to insist, is responsible for Thomas’s immediate survival In a crisis, Virgil is the Side that takes control first, he is often their first and last line of defense against particularly troubling onslaughts. As such, anything Logan can do to ensure that he can ‘switch off’ is of the utmost importance.

For Janus, Logan has often had the occasional thought that he is restocking a spa as opposed to getting gifts for his friend. Janus has one of the most scrupulous and meticulous self-care routines Logan has ever encountered, though this by no means surprises him. As a Side responsible for self-preservation, it therefore follows that he would not exempt himself from this aspect of his duties.

Bath salts that will not irritate his scales. Bath bombs that are gentle enough to soothe him but not too gentle as to have no effect. A new face mask that boasts hyaluronic acid and other moisturizing ingredients that will work for both the scaled and flesh sides of his face. And of course, a restocking of whatever products he seems to be running out of.

Logan also pays attention to what it is that Janus picks for himself. He is the expert on his needs, after all. So Logan will supply him with new batteries for a heat lamp, a fresh bulb if the old one seems to be losing its efficiency. He has replaced exfoliating brushes, microfiber towels, even supplying new material for gloves if need be.

Janus, unlike some of the other Sides, finds more comfort in his solitude than in the company of others. Logan has no desire to compete with Janus’s comfort levels, and as such, will not infringe on them. A boundary has been established, it is his duty to respect it.

For Remus, Logan will readily admit that he has the most fun picking out what to gift him. Remus is not known for his adherence to tradition or routine, and as such, gifting him things like appliances or objects with uses is relatively useless. Remus enjoys the most random of things—not just in the expected Remus way. If you get Remus something he doesn’t know what to do with, he will be ecstatic.

A packet of glow-in-the-dark stars that he now has to find a place for. A snow globe from somewhere that Thomas has never been that is now part of an incredible recreation of a Coraline scene. An ordinary-seeming matryoshka doll with a penguin as the smallest doll that is now his favorite thing to brainstorm with.

And, of course, there are the Remus-expected gifts. A vial of whale blood. A ghost heart, designed for an experiment Logan scrapped that he now has no use for. A vial of some type of mystery liquid that sat at his station for so long that he has both completely forgotten what it was and is slightly worried about doing more experiments near it.

Remus is…a wonder. It is like shopping for an eclectic uncle and a little kid all at the same time. Remus excels in the chaos when he is allowed to be off-the-cuff, so to speak, and entirely his own. Logan gives him things he has no idea what to do with because he can always rely on Remus to come up with something spectacular.

Roman…oh, Roman.

Logan is not too proud to confess that out of all the Sides, Roman is both the most difficult to gift things for and the one he finds himself gifting to most often. The two of them seem destined to disagree over issues, if only because their duties demand it. Thomas’s career as a creative-type and yet one that must manage his own time and responsibilities means that Logic and Creativity must always compete for priority. More often than not, the victor is chosen through direct neglect of the other.

He must give Roman credit. Wherever possible, Roman will propose alternatives that include them both. He makes concessions when Logan has no intention of making any, he adapts his ideas to fit under Logan’s strict guidelines with stunning ease, he is often the first to apologize when he feels he has pushed too far or stepped out of line. And no matter how much Logan accuses him of being childish and unwilling to cooperate if he can’t get his way, Roman demonstrates his maturity by admitting his faults—often without prompting—and seeking Logan out if he feels that he has done something wrong.

He has not always extended the same courtesy to Roman.

That is not to say that Roman is without flaws; the creative Side will resort to insults and mocking if he feels it warranted and he has been known to sulk for longer than acceptable. But Roman is as much a professional as Logan, he knows how to do his job and do it well, and he cares for Thomas. He is Thomas’s Ego, after all, he cannot help certain things.

…Roman is also far too good of an actor.

Logan doesn’t like to entertain theories of how Roman became such a good actor, nor the implications for what that means when it comes to how he truly feels. He knows that although Janus is the one who will wear the others’ faces and put on the masquerade of a performer, it is Roman that is rarely found without some sort of mask. He knows bits and pieces of the real Roman, certainly, but if pressed, he isn’t sure he could tell you which bits and pieces.

The gifts he gives Roman are careful. So careful. Because if Roman realizes who they come from, it will become another part of his disguise or performance and Logan will lose them. An extra of Roman’s favorite pen just as the current one is running out of ink. A refill for his favorite journal that he’s almost at the end of. A new blanket in the hall closet that is soft and heavy and not too suffocating.

Sometimes he can’t help himself. Thomas will see an advertisement in passing for a large dragon plush with wings large enough to hug you and he’ll sneak it into the Imagination for Roman to find. Or he’ll see a YouTube video he thinks Roman will like and sneaks it onto Thomas’s ‘Watch Later’ list so it will pop up in Roman’s recommended feed. Or once—just once, because he couldn’t risk Roman finding out about it—Roman’s favorite comfort object had been ruined in one of Remus’s gleeful rampages and he’d painstakingly fixed it, leaving it outside his door.

He doesn’t know what else he can do to really help Roman. Roman has been hurt, he knows, and won’t give up such a vulnerable part of himself without sufficient reason. And he can’t risk Roman putting together what he’s been doing for fear that the opportunity will vanish forever. So he sneaks in what little he can and wonders what he could be doing better.

It is crucial that none of them ever discover what he is doing. As he mentioned before, the mere fact of his association risks prolonging the hurt instead of helping to soothe it, and as such, anonymity is essential. They do not require Logan in those moments, and so he must remove himself from the equation.

This makes perfect logical sense, and so Logan is very, very confused when he explains this to a group of Sides who have found him out and is met with more discontent rather than understanding expressions.

“So what you’re saying,” Virgil says, frowning hard, “is that you thought that if we knew you’d given us the gifts, we would automatically hate them?”

“I did not use the word ‘hate,’ but yes, if you knew of my association—“

“You’re a fucking idiot, Lolo,” Remus interrupts, voice as serious as he’s ever heard it, “and I really wanna hit you about it.”

“Don’t hit him,” Janus says, even though it’s half-hearted—as is Patton’s call of ‘language’—“that’s not nice.”

“What’s not nice is not telling us he gave us the presents because then we can’t thank him!”

“I don’t do it because I expect gratitude,” Logan says quickly, “you don’t need to—“

“Yeah, well, what if we want to, kiddo?” Patton stares at him. “What if we feel weird because we’re just getting stuff that we want and we don’t know who to thank for it?”

“I…did not factor that into my calculations.”

Virgil snorts. “No shit.”

Logan shakes himself. “Would you rather I refrain from gifting you things altogether? If this is the case, I have a few more that I need to—“

“No, sweetie,” Janus interrupts gently, “that’s not what we’re saying.”

Logan blinks. “That is what I am interpreting.”

“We’re saying that we’re grateful for the gifts you give us, as it is obvious how much care and precision you take with it, and we are upset because you believe that we would look badly upon the gifts once we knew they came from you.” Janus reaches out and adjusts his glasses. “Because there is an implication that you believe we neither care for you nor view you with equal affection and importance. It’s your own lack of self-esteem that is making us upset.”

“That’s—I—“

Then Roman starts to move.

Logan’s gaze snaps to him in an instant because Roman is crying, Roman is crying, no, this is bad, he’s done something very wrong, he needs to fix it, he needs to—

“Logan,” he says softly as he sits in front of him on the couch, “are you alright with being touched right now?

Dazed, Logan can only nod. Roman smiles and reaches out—

Oh. Is…is Logan crying too?

“Yes, my darling,” Roman murmurs and he is experiencing an error, please try again later, thank you, “you are. Come here, let me just…there, that’s it.”

Logan is unable to process anything, thank you very much. There is a distant recognition of Roman’s hand is on my face, Roman is wiping my tears, Roman is speaking softly to me and calling me sweet things, but Logan himself is very much not present right now.

“Sweetling,” Roman murmurs again and Logan should not be surprised that Roman is able to come up with so many pet names, and yet— “may I hug you? I want to comfort you too, you’re upset.”

“I—I—“

“Stop, Roman,” Janus says softly, “he can’t think with you doing that.”

Roman pulls his hand away and Logan sobs.

“Oh, shh, shh, it’s okay, sweetheart—“ Patton, that’s Patton— “he didn’t leave, we’re not leaving, we just want you to tell us what you need.”

��Deep breaths, L,” Virgil says in a low, comforting voice, “that’s it, there you go.”

Logan cannot do anything. He can’t do anything. Everything is too much. Everything is—

“Hey, Lolo,” comes Remus’s voice as the rest of the world thins out to a low murmur, “can you hear me?”

Yes.

“Good. I’m just gonna talk to you like this for a sec.”

Okay.

“We’re here. We care about you. We want to make you feel better. That’s all you gotta think about right now.”

Okay.

“I think Roro is vibrating with how much he wants to cuddle you right now, can I tell him that’s okay?”

Yes.

Seconds later, something warm and solid wraps around him and he can hear Roman’s voice murmuring in his ear again.

“Hello, my darling, I’m right here, is this alright?” Logan nods. “Good, good, sweet thing, I have you, I’m not going anywhere. You just pour all of that into me, okay? Let me take it.”

“Can the others come hug you too?”

Yes.

A moment later, there are more arms around him, a soft mattress appearing on the floor as someone—Janus, Remus helpfully supplies—scoops him into his lap and runs a hand through his hair.

“We can figure out everything else later, Lolo,” Remus says as someone else, Virgil, probably, turns the lights down, “but you gotta let yourself relax first.”

“We’re right here,” Roman says gently, “shh, hush, now, my dear.”

But Logan won’t hush, because he has things he needs to say and he ends up just babbling at Roman, completely inarticulate, but this is important and he wants Roman to know and he—

“Shh,” Roman whispers, kissing his forehead, “shh, sweetling. Tell me later, okay? Just cry this out first.”

But that’s hard and everything hurts.

“I know, sweet thing, I know.” Another kiss to his cheek. “You can do it.”

Can he? He doesn’t think he can. He doesn’t know how.

One last kiss to his forehead. “As our gift to you, Logan, let yourself cry.”

…well, it’s rude to turn down a gift.

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hiddens-eden · 3 years

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The Last Tune (Emmett Cullen x Male!Reader) Pt 1

Paring; Emmett Cullen x Male Reader + Cullen Family x Male Reader (PLATONIC)

Warning: Cursing, Abuse, Tramua, Angst

Pronouns; He/Him

Spelling checked; No

Summary; Y/N is a quiet boy that's had his fair share of physical and emotional trauma, so he loves to keep to himself. He barely interacts with anyone unless needed and prefers to listen to music and sketch in peace. So imagine his surprise when some of the most popular kids in school want to be around him! They heard him singing along with his music and were immediately entranced. One of them in particular has his eyes set on him. Though, they are not the only ones who have an interest in Y/N.

A/N; Hello, my little Otaku's! Welcome to my first fic! I hope you enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated! Just be kind! I'm sorry if it seems at all rushed! On my next stories I do plan on switching PoV's so it'll be easier to write and more entertaining. Enjoy!

"Who are they?"a dark haired girl asked her friend that was sitting just across from their lunch table

"Those are some of the most popular people in school, the Cullen's. Not only are they hot as hell, but they're charming to boot! They do disappear for long periods of time, which gives them an air of mystery."

At the Cullen's table, they softly chuckled at the description the new girl was given. After all, it's only natural considering what they are. They are a being talked about in many fantasy tales. Known for their taste for blood. Vampires, a creature of the night that feasts on humans. However, they in particular don't drink human blood

They went back to softly talking to each other, but a few minutes later something caught their attention. A soft voice echoed in their eardrums. It was enchanting and beautiful, it was like nothing they've ever heard of. They all simultaneously started looking around for the source of the pleasant sound when the new girl asked about someone else.

"Who is that?" she asked, pointing to a table where a boy sat by himself

"Oh! That's (Y/N), (L/N)! He doesn't talk much, but when he does, you can't help but feel so tranquil and at peace!"

That caught the vampire's attention, and they whipped their heads to where the brunette was pointing. Noticing that that was where the sound is coming from.

"What do you mean?"

"His voice is so soft, like silk! But it has a sort of firmness to it! That's not the only thing, though. He is so kind, adorable, and smart as well! He even helps who ask for him to tutor them. His personality makes everyone want to be around him!"

That rose some questions in the vampires heads. If he is that well-liked, why is no one sitting near him?

"Then why is he alone?"

~The vampires will have to thank the new girl for asking so many questions~

"Well, whenever people come near him, he gets anxious and tries to get away as soon as possible. Someone grabbed him on accident, and he started having a panic attack, falling to the ground, and hyperventilating."

The Cullen's were a little shocked when they heard this. That wasn't normal for sure

"Holy shit. Was he okay?"

"Yeah, he was sent home early. But, some students saw his face as he was leaving and said that he looked terrified. We think something is going on where he lives, though we can't know for sure" she shrugged

"Once he came to school the next day, he was wearing long-sleeves. I thought it was weird considering he never wore them before, but the rest of the school shrugged it off as it being in the winter months making it reasonable. The person apologized the next day and (Y/N) just said it was fine, and he just likes being alone, so now that's what we do"

Right when the girl finished, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Making everyone get up and start to throw away their trash and head to class. All except one person...

"I don't think he heard the bell" Emmett said

"Gee, none of us would've guessed!" Rosalie responded, causing the other Cullen's to chuckle

Suddenly, Jasper's sight shifted to his wife Alice because he felt her stiffening up, a tell-tale sign of her power activating. The other vampires looked at her as well, waiting for her to relay what she saw. After a little bit she came to and, slowly, turned to Emmett grinning

"Emmett, why don't you go over and tell him class is about to start? Maybe even ask him to tutor you! We all know you need it." she remarked, still grinning

Starting to understand why she was acting like the way she was, Emmett sighed, wanting to protest, but he knew Alice's visions almost always came true, or they would end at the same conclusion.

He made his way over to where the boy was sitting

"Remember not to grab him!" Alice semi-shouted from where she was standing

Emmett waved her off, still approaching (Y/N)

He gently tapped (Y/N)'s shoulder, making the smaller boy jump in surprise and what Emmett can only assume is fear

(Y/N) turned his head around fast enough to give him whiplash and that's when he met the golden eyes of the person that startled him

He took his earbud out before speaking, "I-Is there s-something I can do for you?" (Y/N) asked shakily

Emmett stood there for a moment. He had never seen someone so hot and cute at the same time. The girl was right, too. His voice is the embodiment of angelic. Emmett took this chance to take in all the boys features, from his soft (S/C) skin that reflected the light of the cafeteria. To his intoxicating (E/C) eyes that he could get lost in over and over again. Emmett felt a small pull to (Y/N), and he knew exactly what it meant.

“H-hello? Are you alright?” (Y/N) asked

“I-I um…class is about to start…”

(Y/N) looked at the time and blushed

“So it is…” (Y/N) stood up and started collecting his things “T-thanks for letting me know” (Y/N) stood to leave but was stopped as Emmett stood in front of him

“I was wondering if you could help me study for chemistry? I’m currently failing” Emmett chuckled, rubbing the back of his head

"I-I don't mind, where should we meet?"

"How about the Library after school?"

(Y/N) smiled the slightest bit "Sounds good, now if you don't mind I need to get to class" and with that (Y/N) left the cafeteria heading to his next class. Emmett slowly rejoined his family, still in awe from the recent interaction.

Jasper grinned from the emotions Emmett was emulating

"It seems Emmett is very interested in that guy"

"Hell yeah I am! Did you see him?!"

"We did" Edward answered him, "But"

"But what?" Emmett asked

"I can't read his mind, same with the new girl"

"Does that mean they're a supernatural?" Rosalie asked

"No, they aren't. The new girl is a weird case, but (Y/N) seems to just have fantastic mental walls and barriers. Which is concerning..."

"Then I'll have to break them" Emmett smirked

The rest of the Cullen's let out a collective sigh as they made their way to their respective classes. Still wondering what was going on with the mysterious (Y/N).

The final bell rang, indicating the end of the school day. Students started to funnel out of their classes and into the hallways. Emmett was waiting outside (Y/N)'s classroom, ready to head to the library.

After waiting awhile of waiting, (Y/N) came out of the classroom books and binder in hand

"Hey"

(Y/N) jumped and turned around to see Emmett, a look of relief claimed his face

"You ready to go?"

"Y-yeah"

As they made their way to the library, they made some just talked about their interests and things of that nature, eventually arriving at their destination. After they settled in their seats with the necessary books, they started the study session.

Emmett found it cute, they way (Y/N) would nervously try and help him understand the complex formula's and equations. After a few explanations, (Y/N) sat down and started to work on his homework. Unconsciously, (Y/N) started to sing to himself, making Emmett perk up and look at him.

"You're a good singer"

(Y/N) blushed, "Thanks...but others don't think so..."

"Are you kidding me?!" Emmett stood up, causing (Y/N) to jump a little, "Your voice is amazing!"

(Y/N) blushed at the praise he was given. He'd never been complimented before, so this was new to him.

"Thank you" (Y/N) smiled, making Emmett's cold and dead heart swell with something he's never felt before

"N-no problem" Emmett said before sitting down, and starting to work again, still thinking of that cute-ass smile

Soon, the sun started to set and that was their cue to wrap things up.

"Could you tutor me again tomorrow? If you're free, that is" Emmett asked

"Sure, I should be open. Meet here after school?"

"Deal"

"Then I'll see you tomorrow" (Y/N) smiled at Emmett before walking to his place

To say Emmett was giddy is an understatement. He was over the moon. Not only did he get to be tutored by his adorable mate, but he also got him to open up and be more relaxed around him! He made his way back to his own house and entered with his head still stuck in the clouds. Unaware of the fact that the whole family was sitting in the living room

"It seems that Emmett had an amazing time" Jasper couldn't help but let out his own smile from Emmett's emotions

"Something good happen, Emmett?" Carlisle asked, intrigued by Jasper's comment

"I think he's the one"

"The One?" Esme questioned

Alice snickered, clearly happy that her vision seemed to have came true

"My mate" Emmett replied, still thinking about the fun time he had studying with (Y/N)

"Congrats!! But, make sure you claim him before anyone else!" Esme explained

"He's not an object, Esme" Carlisle chastised

"I know, but humans may not understand their feelings"

"I just have to take things slow. I don't want to scare him off"

~Next Day at School~

"Hey (Y/N)!"

"Hmm? Oh, hey Emmett!" (Y/N) smiled sweetly

As Emmett got closer to (Y/N) he noticed a very distinct smell coming from the boy. "(Y/N) are you alright?" he asked concern lacing his voice

(Y/N) visibly tensed and started to shake slightly. "U-um ye-yeah? I'm f-fine"

Emmett was less than convinced. He needed to know who or what hurt his mate, so he could end it's pitiful existence, then and there. Though, he decided not to add anymore fuel to the fire...yet.

"If you say so. We should head to to class"

"Yeah"

"Are we still on for tonight?"

"If you still want to, then yes" (Y/N) smiled at Emmett causing him to absolutely gush at his adorableness

"Yep! Totally!" (Y/N) chuckled at Emmett's response

While heading to class they just talked about whatever was on their minds. Well, mostly Emmett since (Y/N) is a closed off little bean <3. But, that didn't stop either of them from enjoying themselves. Even once they where in class they softly whispered to each other. Their teacher didn't care much because (Y/N) is a model student and Emmett is a popular kid (you know those teachers that try and get in with the cool kids? Yeah, that's their teacher). When they went their seperate way's for their second block (Y/N) though that was it, like all of the other people he's tutored. He just thought Emmett was being kind and he'd see him after school for their study session. But he was proven wrong at lunchtime.

(Y/N) was eating by himself at a table listening to music and singing along softly when he felt vibrations coming from next to him. He looked over to not only see Emmett, but the whole Cullen entourage in tow. He was shocked to say the very least.

"Can we sit here?"

Collecting himself he responded with a soft "Yeah". The Cullen's then sat down, Emmett sitting on your right and Alice on your left. She squealed and looked twoards you "I've wanted to actually talk to you for a while now! Emmett talks about you and your singing too! I hope I can hear you one day!" This, this was how (Y/N).exe has stopped working. You where an embarassed blushing mess while looking at Emmett in mock betrayal. 'He talks about me?' you thought. He just smirked enjoying your cuteness.

"Ahh!!! He's soo adorable!!" Now you were a even darker red. Only provoking Alice more as she got slightly closer to you. You were about to curl in on yourself when you felt that you were being griped by the waist and pulled into a solid chest.

"Alice, your going to make him explode" Emmett said slightly, just slightly defensive

She laughed "My my what about you then?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look down, bonehead" Rosalie butted in amused

Emmett did what she said and saw you an absolute wreck. If a cherry was a person it would be you at this point-

Now he was trying to compose himself. The sight of both of you made everyone at the table start chuckling. After that whole fiasco you got to know Emmett's family and started to enjoy their presence. Something you never really had the pleasure of experiencing...

Over the next few weeks, Emmett did everything he could to be even remotely close to (Y/N). They would do studying sessions at the library, and after they would get something to eat. Well, only (Y/N) did. He thought it was weird Emmett never ate anything, but Emmett assured (Y/N) that he was eating well. They would often go to parks and just have fun too. However, all fun things come to an end. When one day (Y/N) didn't show up to school. Emmett just thought (Y/N) got a cold, but soon days turned to weeks and he was getting worried. He didn't know where (Y/N) lived so he couldn't go to his house and see if he was alright, but one day Carlise came home a little later than usual which was not unnoticed by his family.

"You're back late" Esme commented

"Well there is a teenager in critical condition. He came in with severe lacerations all over his body and what seemed to be marks of repeated tramua as well. He came in a couple of weeks ago and was in a coma until he flatlined earlier this morning" Carlise took off his doctor coat and placed it on the chair making his way to Esme. As he stood next to her he looked over to see his "children" with wide eyes

"Is something wrong?" Carlise asked a bit worried

"When did that patient come into the hospital?" Emmett asked urgently

"(Date). Why?"

With that all of the vampires stood up and started to get ready to go to the hospital

"What's wrong? Where are you guys going?" Esme asked

"That's most likely my mate" Emmett replied, making it clear he was irritated

"Well then what are we waiting for?" Esme rushed everyone out the door and to the hospital

At the hospital, they made their way to the room (Y/N) was at. Once there, Carlisle motioned for Emmett to enter first. Emmett went in and was shocked by what he saw. (Y/N) had many tubes attached to him. His body was wrapped in bandages and his breathing was hitching. Emmett walked over to the resting (Y/N) and reached out for his hand, grasping it softly. He rubbed his thumb over the boy's knuckles in a reassuring manner, then sat down next to the bed, still holding (Y/N)'s hand. He could only think about how much he failed his mate. How could he let this happen? He knew there was something going on, but he did nothing? He turned a blind eye to it all. How can he face (Y/N) when he wakes up? Emmett's thoughts were interrupted by someone's voice

"Who are you?"

"I should be asking you that" Emmett replied

"I'm (Y/N)'s boyfriend"

With that, Emmett's world stopped. Boyfriend? How? Why? Was I to late? Emmett turned to (Y/N) conflicted, but that's when he saw the heart monitor. His heart rate was not that high a while ago.

"Can you leave me with my boyfriend?" (B/F/N) asked harshly

Emmett reluctantly stood up and made his way to the door, but not before taking one last look at (Y/N). Once he was out of the room, Emmett started walking down the hallway back to his family.

"Who was that guy that went in there?" Rosalie went up to Emmett

"Apparently, he's (Y/N)'s boyfriend"

The Cullen's looked at Emmett in sadness and pity, but they noticed something

"You don't seem that bothered about it" Jasper said

"Well, before he came in, (Y/N)'s heart rate was normal, but when he spoke his heart rate rose"

"So, you think-"

"Yeah, his 'boyfriend' must've done that to him"

"That's awful" Esme covered her mouth in shock

"We can't really do anything if we don't have proof though" Alice said irritated

"Then we'll just have to get some" Emmett smirked, making the other Cullen's nod

They made their plan's and put them on hold until you were sent home. In the meantime, Emmett came to visit whenever your 'boyfriend' was never there and if he was, Carlisle was keeping a closer eye on you than normal. He also noticed that (B/F/N) would only ever sit in the chair across the room and when he would glance at you a look of disgust would be present on his face. This further solidified his resolve to get you out of that situation.

~A few days later while Emmett is visiting you~

"We're going to help you (Y/N), Everything will be better soon" Emmett reassured the sleeping male whilst holding his hand. He then felt (Y/N) clench his hand and looked up to see those beautiful (E/C) orbs opening

"Em-"

"Shh, don't strain yourself yet" Emmett stood up and pressed the 'call' button just above (Y/N)'s head before sitting back down

"Where-"

"The hospital...can you tell me what happened to you?"

After a brief pause, (Y/N) shook his ever so slightly

"That's fine, just tell me when you're ready" Emmett smiled sweetly. He saw (Y/N)'s face contort into sadness as he started crying. "I-I'm sorry f-for worrying you" (Y/N) choked out between sobs. Emmett couldn't see him cry like this, so he started to comfort and reassure the other male. "You'll be okay...I won't let you get hurt anymore..."

A/N: I really hope you liked it! Please tell me your thoughts! Sorry it took way longer than I said! I will now be working on the requests I have gotten and a new series I've conjured up ;)By my little Otaku's!!

#emmett cullen #Emmett Cullen x male reader #Emmett Cullen x male!reader #gay #lgbtq #Twilight #Twilight x male reader #Twilight x male!reader #the cullen family #the cullens #pt1 #part 1

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tenthgrove · 3 years

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Hey! Could I request hcs for la squadra finding out that their teammate has been an impostor all along? I.e. their whole existence is made up, every memory from their past they told are fake, etc. And to make it extra interesting, how about they did it to hide in plain sight from Passione? Maybe they're an unlucky standuser who accidentally got too close to the boss so they're hunted, forced to use their camouflage stand to hide. And where better to hide than with the ones who shall kill you?

(Y/n) Is Sus

La Squadra x Reader (GN), Platonic/Romantic, SFW

Formaggio- If one thing's for certain it's that Formaggio would have been the last person to realise that a teammate of his was living under a false identity. He generally takes his teammates for granted and trusts them regardless, so hiding the truth from him is hardly a difficulty. The truth leaves him shocked and betrayed, but he's one of the more forgiving of the group. After all, you may have joined the team to save your own skin, but befriending them was still a choice. That was all genuine. You're still the person they grew to love.

Illuso- Formaggio and Illuso are alike in many matters but this is not one of them. It can take Illuso months to warm up to a new member, and even with the older ones his bond isn't as tight as it is among the rest of the team. He may even bring up the idea of you being an imposter as a joke once or twice. For obvious stand-related reasons, there's a fair chance Illuso will be the one to discover your lies. Whether or not he supports you is entirely dependent on how close you were before. For the average new member, he'd be happy to turn them out any day, but on the odd chance you have become friends, or even lovers, he will defend you.

Prosciutto- There was always something about you. A sense of nerves that didn't quite line up with normal newbie stress. He put it to one side, though keeping a watchful eye on you, and eventually, his suspicions were proved right. But it was far worse than he ever feared. Of everyone in the team, he is the most likely to become physical with you in response to the truth. You've humiliated him, dishonoured him and his team as a whole. He should despise you, he should kill you, but why does he feel this urge to protect you? It isn't right, it goes against all his principles, but he cannot bring himself to turn you in.

Pesci- You know you probably could have told him you were an imposter on day one and he wouldn't have minded. He never asked for this sort of life and he's sure you didn't either. As long as you coming here wasn't anything malicious against them, he doesn't mind. If anything, he admires your bravery in taking such a bold approach to hiding; he would have just ran. But when the others find out who you are, Pesci is terrified. What's going to happen to you now? Everyone says giving you away might prove necessary, but he despises the idea. He is among the first to speak up for you.

Melone- Something just didn't add up about you. As routine with all newcomers he questioned your backstory scrutinously, and while you had answers for all his questions there was something... wrong about the demeanour with which you answered them. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. When the truth came out he was... unsure of himself. He mostly sat out of the debate about how to respond. He hopes, deeply hopes, that a positive solution for everyone can be found, but he knows things don't always work out like that.

Ghiaccio- He doesn't believe it at first. He is convinced he must have heard things wrong, or this is just some baseless rumour blown out of proportion. But it's not. This is happening. You betrayed them. He doesn't even care so much about the fact you're an enemy of Passione, more just that you lied to them. That's not what squadmates are meant to do. Ghiaccio takes his anger out on you in the fullest, insisting you be 'dealt with' to put an end to this charade. Even though you are ultimately spared, he regrets these words for a long time.

Risotto- He's very angry with himself for not seeing this sooner. Risotto is meant to be impenetrable. You shouldn't have been able to infiltrate his team like this. Regardless, he has a matter to deal with now, and in that matter is a problem. He still sees you as a member of his team. He shouldn't, but he does. And as a member of his team, he still feels as though he needs to protect you. He cannot, no matter what he wants, let you come to harm. Risotto is still angry, and confines you to the basement until a solution is found, but you will not be harmed. He hopes you can tell this.

Sorbet and Gelato- Well, isn't this a bit of bad luck for you, huh? As it happens, Sorbet and Gelato have been spying on the boss' activities for a while, and they know about your little... well, connection, to him. They day they great you by your real name you nearly choke. But don't worry, they aren't going to give you away. After all, they're technically traitors to Passione as well so it would be hypocritical for them to out you. And besides, alerting Risotto to the truth would only reveal their own crimes. They're going to keep quiet. You continue to be nervous around the pair, that is, until the news leaks to the rest of the team. They get up, and categorically persuade the group to spare you. It seems they really are your allies after all.

#la squadra #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra x reader #formaggio #formaggio x reader #illuso #illuso x reader #prosciutto #prosciutto x reader #pesci #pesci x reader #melone #melone x reader #ghiaccio #ghiaccio x reader #risotto nero #risotto nero x reader #sorbet and gelato #sorbet and gelato x reader

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softie-rain · 2 years

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It's all about love, isn't it?

pairings: druig x sprite (platonic)

warnings: none

summary: After Sersi leaves to stop Ikaris, Druig and Sprite have a small talk about feelings.

a/n: i think Druig and Sprite should have interacted more in the movie, and i hope they'll do in future. Meanwhile, enjoy my headcanon on what happened after he hit they're head with the rock :)

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Druig looked one last time in Sersi's eyes, before she left running against time, trying to stop the Celestial trying to rise. He sighed exhausted, letting himself fall against a rock. He heard mumbling next to him, and turned around to be faced with Sprite's small body slowly moving, getting up.

Once she was fully up, she massaged her head. "That hurted like bitch." She said under breath, Druig smirking. "Sorry Sprite, had to stop you. And honestly I'll do it again, if you'll try to interfere again." He said seriously. The redhead didn't say a word, just looked him in the eyes.

She shook her head. "It's pointless now. The only one who can stop her is Ikaris." Druig rolled his eyes, this whole "I'm in love with Ikaris" thing starting to get on his nerves. But that didn't go unnoticed by Sprite. She made her way towards his friend -God, could he still call him that? She hope so. Sprite loved her family, just as much as she loved Ikaris. She believed in his cause? Yes. She would have ever wanted to hurt her family? Never.

What she had said to Sersi minutes before was all true. All she wanted wasn't just to be loved. She wanted to have a life, to fully experience human life. In some way she envied Druig's camp villagers. They lived peacefully for all those years, ignorant to all the evil the world was full of.

She sat next to him, looking down. "I know it's stupid for you." She said. "And i know this is gonna sound even more stupid but- answer honestly. If you were in my place and Makkari in Ikaris one, wouldn't have you done the same thing?" Druig froze. Hearing that question makes him realize how much Sprite actually loved Ikaris, and makes him wonder if he truly would have done the same thing.

More than once Makkari had convinced him in doing something and he had accepted because he loved her, but it was so natural for him that he didn't think it could have been the same for Sprite. To him, she was like a younger sister. One time he would have given his life for hers. Would he still now?

"Probably." He admits. Silence fell between the two of you, as you keep watching Sersi glazing Tiamut, for good this time. Without knowing it, both of you are thinking the same thing. What a beautiful view. Sure, they had just stopped the end of the world. And yet, they can't help but stop admiring the beautiness of the place, the way the sunset perfectly embraces everything around them, from the island to the Celestial head.

As Sprite sees Ikaris flying up in the sky, she knows he's not coming back. A few tears escape her eyes, and to her -and a to his too- surprise, she feels Druig's arm around her, softly caressing her. "Sorry i hit you with a rock." He said. Sprite sniffled, half-chuckling. "Sorry Ikaris shot you to the center of the earth." That earns a small smile from Druig lips, who helps her get up. Together they walk together to the beach, when the others are already there.

Just before Makkari notice Druig and run in his arms, Druig get into Sprite mind and says "It's all about love after all, isn't it?"

Sprite just nodd, as other tears fell on her cheeks.

#druig #sprite #eternals #druig oneshot #sprite oneshot #eternals oneshot #eternals imagine #barry keoghan #lia mchugh

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amane-by-together · 3 years

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Hanafuda || Amane Yugi

(Part 4 of 10)

genre: fluff, school, slice of life, modern au (where all wonders live)

warning: cursing

summary: amane yugi spends his school days skipping classes until he meets [name] [surname], a student from the other class, who was also skipping classes and eventually the two of them formed a platonic friendship. cutting classes and playing hanafuda together strengthens their friendship but soon unexpected feelings blossom between the two.

“I don't know how I will face her...” Amane was wiping one of the tables in the cafe he's working in. It's a donut cafe, no wonder why he chose that. “Is [name]-san mad at me?”

The two teens decided to take the whole class out of awkwardness. “Yo, Yugi-san!” one of his seniors playfully smacked his back. “You've been sputtering nonsense while blushing, you okay lil bud?”

“It's no big deal Senpai.” Amane sheepishly laughs, rubbing the back of his neck with imaginary flowers surrounding him. Akaji is Amane's senior who is in college and probably the only person he could talk to in the cafe.

“Hm.” Akaji took a seat and skeptically looked at Amane. “My gut instincts told me you're having girl problems.”

“S-Senpai!” Amane swatted his hand while chuckling nervously. Currently, he's having problems wondering what was [name]'s reaction when he tried to kiss her.

Akaji grinned, putting his legs on top of the table as he crossed his arms. “Girl problems then, I knew this day would come—ow?!”

“Ah, Good evening! Matsubara-senpai!” Amane bowed when the sky blue-haired girl whacked the back of Akaji's head.

“Good evening to you too, Yugi-kouhai.” Matsubara greeted him back in a stern tone. Akaji rubbed the back of his head and gave the female a sour look. “You should set a better example towards your juniors, Houta!” she scolded.

“I was about to tell him some advice, Kanon.” Akaji deadpanned. Matsubara was Akaji's childhood friend, they're both in college but they go to different schools. “Looks like Yugi-san has a crush on someone from his school.”

“So what if I do?” Amane retorted back.

“Stop it.” Matsubara gave Akaji a cold glare to prevent him from teasing Amane even further. “It's normal to have a crush on someone from school, besides we've been through that phase.”

Amane slumped his shoulders while pouting slightly. Asking advice from his seniors from work is a handful, Akaji is someone who would give bad but useful advice while Matsubara, being a calm and collected woman, is the one telling them whether you should follow his ways. “I do have a crush on someone from school...”

“But I may have made things awkward between us.”

“What did you do though?” Akaji asks.

“I almost kissed her...” Amane mumbled which Matsubara and Akaji heard him. Akaji lets out a small snicker, earning a pinch from his childhood friend. “So I decided to go to class without saying a word to her.”

“I think she hates me now.” Amane covered his face. Matsubara stayed behind the counter as a cashier. Akaji stood up to stretch his arms. Amane pulled out his phone to check out the time. It was already 6:17 pm.

“Who's that on your wallpaper?” Akaji places his arm on top of Amane's head while looking at his phone.

“Akaji-senpai!” Amane hid his phone from the redhead quickly. Akaji snickered mischievously at his embarrassed junior. Akaji is like that one friend who had polished nails and hoops who knows all sorts of tea. “I-It's none of your business—”

“Houta!” Akaji flinched at the blue-haired girl's voice coming from the counter. “Give the kid some personal space!”

“Isn't Yugi like 16?”

“Guys, guys, cut it off.” Amane prevents them from bickering by raising his left hand like a cop. Sometimes you would think that Amane is the mature one in the trio yet he was dubbed as childish from [name]. “We don't want customers to think that the two of you aren't working together.”

Amane adjusts his apron wrapped around his hips. He brushes his choppy locks between his fingers while licking his lips. The door opened with a ringing of the small bell. “Welcome—[name]-san?!”

[name] entered the cafe with eyes of bewilderment as her eyes landed on Amane. She was wearing an unzipped oversized hoodie, a tucked-in white shirt, and a denim skirt. “E-Eh? A-Amane-kun?!” she stammered.

Her little brother, who's in grade school, was standing next to her. “Neechan?” Jiro asked, looking up to his big sister. The siblings sat at a table near the counter. Amane couldn't look at [name] in the eye without blushing.

“So you work here, Amane-kun?” [name] asked in a slightly teasing tone. Amane averted his gaze while holding the notepad, waiting for [name]'s order. “Not gonna lie, your outfit suits you.”

“I told you it's embarrassing.”

“I said it's not, you're pretty handsome Amane-kun.” [name] convinces him otherwise. Amane's heart skipped a beat and wrote down [name]'s order. “You know, I almost cried recently...”

“Why did you cry?” Amane worryingly asks [name] until he realizes why. He went to the bathroom and never came back to the rooftop since he decided to take classes to avoid her. He didn't mean to do it, it's just that he's too flustered. “Wanna sort things out privately?”

“That sounded like a booty call to me—”

“Houta, you ass!” Matsubara pulled on to Akaji's ear, pinching it painfully. “There's a kid!”

[name] nodded slowly in Amane's direction. She told Jiro that she needed to sort things out with Amane so that they could go back to being best friends again. The two of them went to the locker room. “I'm sorry,” Amane apologizes. “I didn't come back, it was an accident I swear—”

“I thought you hate me or something...” [name] started to tear up. Amane died a little inside because of how precious she is, like, you just gotta protect [name].

“No, no.” Amane cupped her cheeks while smiling fondly at [name]. “I will never hate you, [name]-san.”

“Really?” [name] asked while placing her palms on top of Amane's warm hands. Amane hummed in response, he doesn't hate [name], how could he hate her if she keeps making him fall for her even more?

“You're too cute, I swear to god~” Amane nuzzled his nose against [name]'s, eliciting a blissful giggle from the female. “By the way, I'm still sorry about before I invaded your personal space.”

“It's fine.” [name]'s face lit up with happiness with a warm blush enveloping on her mochi cheeks. “You can be affectionate and clingy around me. I felt really warm when you gave me that hug.”

“Then, will a kiss on the cheek suffice~?”

“I'll just hug you—” Amane interrupts her by pressing a kiss on her cheek. [name] froze yet she was warm. Amane chuckled at her reaction, so he gave her a closed eye grin.

“They say kisses heal a burn so your whole face is burning, can't help it~” He says at her blushing state, then he lightly pinches her cheek. “Cute~”

“Okay, okay, that's enough—” [name] pried his hand off her cheek. Amane obliged and pulled his hand away. “So we're good now?”

“Always~!” Amane dusted off his apron. “I gotta go work now or Akaji-senpai will get the wrong idea if we take too long.”

Amane turned around to leave the locker room. [name] twiddled her fingers while smiling. “You know, it would have been better if you continued it...” she mumbled.

“Hm?” He turned his head back to [name]'s direction. Amane was sure she had said something but he couldn't make out what he had heard. “Were you saying something?”

“Nothing.” [name] flails her hands with a quick smile to reassure him that it wasn't a big deal. Amane sighed in relief and headed out first as [name] followed.

“Neechan!” Jiro waved his french fries to get [name]'s attention. Her eyes brightened as she immediately went over to her little brother. “I watched your milk tea and donuts by the way.”

“Thanks, kid.” [name] ruffled his hair and sat back down to her seat as she grabbed her milk tea with pearls. “Sorry I took longer, I had to sort things out with Amane-kun.”

“Is he your boyfriend Neechan?”

[name] choked on the pearl when Jiro asked if Amane was her boyfriend. “J-Jiro—!” she scolded between coughs. “Why so sudden?”

“Here, have some fries Oneechan.” Jiro offered her some of his fries. Amane chuckled at their dynamic, to think that [name] was also an older sibling is admirable.

“He's your younger brother?” Amane grabbed a chair and sat in front of their table.

“Yeah,” [name] replied. “Jiro [surname], he's 5th grade.”

“Nii-chan, want some?” Jiro handed Amane a donut. Amane quickly thanked the little boy and received the donut, munching it gratefully. “Ah, Oneechan! A classmate of mine is gonna come over tomorrow!”

“Ne, Amane-kun.”

“Hm?”

“When's your shift over?” [name] asked.

“Later at 7:00 pm, why?” Amane questioned her back.

“I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my house...”

Amane choked internally. He looked at [name] in pure disbelief, shakily pointing a finger at her. “You want me to come over?” he asked.

“I hope you don't mind, it's okay if you decline of course.” [name] swats her hands in front of Amane. “You're probably busy after this.”

“Maybe some other time, [name].” Amane answers, it made [name] a little bit sad but it's fine nonetheless. Amane felt kind of bad for declining her request of coming over. He has his own life too, like taking care of his brother or doing the housework. But then an idea came to mind. “I'll walk you two home instead.”

“Is that okay for you, though?”

“I don't want you to go alone at night, it might be dangerous.” Amane insists. [name] nodded and sipped on her milk tea slowly. He slowly averted his gaze with a small blush on his face. “And I can't afford to lose you...” he murmured.

[name]’s cheeks warmed at his sudden words. She glances away from the amber-eyed boy and continues to sip on her milk tea to compose herself before she can face him again. Amane shyly stares at [name]. He lets out an exaggerated sigh, thinking to himself that he was crushing so damn hard on [name].

Amane pulls out his phone from the pocket of his apron. “Ah, [name]-san,” The amber-eyed boy looked at the time. “My shift is finished, come on, let's get you two home.”

“We'll wait for you outside.” [name] stands up from the table along with her little brother. Amane cleaned up the table with a stupid in loved smile upon his strikingly perfect visuals.

Akaji rests his elbow on top of Amane's choppy hair. “So, that's your crush?” he asked with a teasing tone. Amane blushes and pried his senior's arm off his head. “It's amusing seeing you being in love~”

“Then what if she is my crush?” Amane glared at him as his whole face was heating up like crazy. He let out a small 'hmph' from his lips and headed over to the locker room.

[name] was waiting outside, carrying her brother's school bag while humming. Amane got out of the cafe and tiredly smiled at her. “Sorry if I take too long.”

“No worries.” [name] reassured the boy. “Come on, let's go.”

The three started to walk together in the night. Amane side-eyed the female next to him and his amber eyes trailed down to her hand. ‘Am I in love with [name]?’

Amane subtly wrapped his pinky finger around [name]'s while looking away. ‘Amane what the actual crumbs are you doing—? Should I pull away—?’

[name] clasps his gentle hand, her face warms along with her ears. The two teens averted their glimpses from each other as they continued walking alongside without the knowledge of her little brother. Amane is definitely feeling butterflies in his very own stomach, maybe this isn’t platonic at all since he’s catching feelings.

“Ah, we’re here now,” [name]’s eyes trailed down to his hand that was still interlocked with hers. Amane seems he doesn't want to let go of her gentle hand. “Amane-kun, your hand…”

“Sorry!” The choppy haired boy quickly drew back his hand and scratched his cheek. [name] beckoned her brother to go back inside the apartment just to have an alone time with Amane. Now, the two of them grew silent waiting on who will talk first.

Fate decided, Amane should speak. “No hard feelings?” he winced, shrugging his shoulder like a dork he is. Y/n smiled softly and spread her arms.

“Hug?” she asked. Amane ran in her arms and gave her a big hug, pressing his cheek against hers and squealed a bit as. “Hey Amane-kun?”

“Yeah?” His face warms up.

“I like you.”

Amane pulled away from the hug to look at her while processing what the girl had said. “So I'm going to stay by your side no matter what.” then she swatted her hands to betray her feelings. “Of course I meant it as a friend thing—”

“I like you too, Y/n-san.” He reached over to mess with her hair. “You’re the first girl who ever told me that she liked me, I appreciate that.”

“I gotta go home now,” Amane pats her shoulders and walks away a bit. “I'll be making lunch for us two, so better look forward to it~”

Y/n gave him one last smile. “Always,”

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Malex prompt: Alex's best friend/platonic soul mate (Preferably girl but do what you like) from the Army visits town and confronts Maria and Michael when he gets up for a second. Maybe they tell Maria that she was supposedly Alex's Roswell "them" and they don't see how she and Michael could hurt Alex like that (even if he tells them he's fine, he's really not) ? Thinking like maybe they're the Margo to his Elliot if you know what I mean?

Oh nonnie this one gave me a rough time, I couldn’t quite work out the happy ending I wanted so I hope you are okay with the direction this fic took on me. Thank you so much for your prompt!

cross posted to AO3

Losing My Best Friend (teen)

Samantha was only going to be in town for the weekend before continuing on home to California, so Alex wanted to show her the town. They’d gotten close in Baghdad and had stayed in touch since. She was basically the best friend he’s had in the past ten years, more like family than a friend. She always said they were soul mates and Alex had to agree there was probably something to that.

Since their options were limited, he took her to The Wild Pony for some drinks after the movie they saw. She was tickled to death over the cheesy alien stuff so that’s what they were going to do the next day. He felt a little guilt about keeping the truth from her, but he realized it really was for her safety as much as everyone else’s. He trusted her implicitly, but she was only passing through. She deserved to go home and not worry about things that were beyond her control.

The Wild Pony was packed to see the band Saturday night so Alex had Sam go find them a table while he went to grab their first round of drinks. She managed to find a little table toward the back which was fine by both of them, they could talk a little better further back, though it was still loud.

When he got back to the table he realized there was one thing he hadn’t thought through very well and that was Guerin who was sitting just a few tables over with Maria who must be taking a break or the night off or something. They were leaning in together, talking and MIchael looked so relaxed and happy that it made Alex’s chest ache.

He slipped into the booth with a heavy sigh and set the drinks down in front of Sam.

“What is it?” She asked immediately.

“I was sort of hoping to avoid seeing Guerin tonight, but this town is too small.” Alex told her.

“Where is he?” Sam asked.

“There.” Alex said, briefly pointing at the couple.

Michael was laughing at something Maria had said and he looked so free and open. Alex wanted to disappear. He’d never given Michael that kind of joy, he was sure.

“Hey,” Same laid her hand on his arm, “Don’t look at them. Don’t even think about them, tonight is ours. Okay?” She said leaning toward him. “They aren’t worth your time.”

Alex knew Sam was right. He’d told her the whole sordid tale and she’d immediately told him not to hang on to Michael, just let him go, was her advice. She’d been right several weeks ago, and she was right now.

So Alex turned his back on Michael and Maria and tried to focus on Sam. It almost worked too. They talked about Alex’s growing up in Roswell, they talked about having to come home and work under Jesse Manes and the option of an honorable discharge. They talked about Sam’s trip home and how excited she was to see her sisters.

But all the while Alex knew if he turned his head just a little bit, he would see them and see their happiness.

Eventually he had to get up and buy another round.

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Michael was drunk. He’d gone right through the fun kind of drunk to the kind where he probably needed to switch to water but he was too drunk to care. He and Maria were having a great time, just drinking and forgetting their cares. All of that was rudely interrupted when a woman he’d never even seen before came over to the table and started railing at him.

“You two have a lot of nerve flaunting your relationship all over town like this! Don’t you care what it’s doing to Alex?” She asked.

Michael didn’t have an immediate answer for that, his mind was moving a little too slow just then.

“You really don’t care, do you? Let me tell you, he’s been a mess! He’s barely taking care of himself. I had to divert my trip home just so I could make sure he was going to be alright, and I have to say I’m not convinced he will be! Especially with you two smiling and giggling like two teenagers in love everywhere he goes!”

Michael held up his hands at that. “Now, wait just a minute–”

“You wait a minute! You should be ashamed of what you’ve done!” She was pointing at him now and that was just too much.

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Alex came back to find Sam practically screaming at Michael and Maria. He was simultaneously impressed and infuriated.

“Sam, what the hell?” He asked, trying to drag her away. Unfortunately she wouldn’t budge.

“No, these two need to know what they’ve done to you!” She said.

“You’re making a scene.” Alex tried, tugging on her arm again. People were starting to stare and there was probably some rule about attacking the bar owner inside the bar.

“I don’t care! Look at them, they aren’t even sorry!” Sam told him.

Alex did look, mostly they just looked like they were in shock.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Alex said. He didn’t want to do this, he didn’t want to hear what they had to say. He turned to leave, pulling Sam with him.

“You wouldn’t take my calls.” Michael said behind him.

Alex turned to see Michael was on his feet.

“You never talked to me after that night.” Michael pursed his lips. He looked drunk, and Alex didn’t feel like having this conversation.

“I don’t think we have anything to say to each other.” Alex told him.

“Maybe we do. You seem to think Maria and I are together still together.” Michael said, standing. He swayed on his feet but held on to the chair for support.

“What do you mean?” Alex couldn’t help but ask.

Maria was grabbing her coat and standing as well. “I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you still need a ride home.” She leaned in and kissed Michael on the cheek. Alex was completely lost.

“I mean we aren’t together. We were for maybe two days, but she doesn’t want to be with someone who’s in love with someone else and I couldn’t really blame her for that.” Michael explained. “I would have told you but you never would answer the phone. I thought I’d give you some time and then track you down. I didn’t know things were so bad or I would have tried harder.

“Things aren’t bad.” Alex tried to say. He was feeling a little unsure of things and he really wanted to sit down. He wanted a drink too.

“That’s not how she made it sound.” Michael pointed to Sam and Alex sighed.

Sam held up her hands and backed away. “Sorry.” She said, but she didn’t sound sorry at all to Alex and she was grinning. “I’m going to leave you two to talk.”

“Gee thanks.” Alex said. Her ran his hand through his hair.

“Look, this is a lot to take in and you’re clearly drunk. You should get that ride from Maria. We can talk later.” Alex told him. He didn’t think he could finish this conversation right now. It was too crazy and Sam was somewhere, he couldn’t just leave her.

“I didn’t know you were that upset.” Michael said. “I really would have had Max come tell you or Liz, someone. I thought I was just giving you a little space. I didn’t know you didn’t know.”

“I get it, okay, you didn’t know.” Alex was still upset. Just because they weren’t still together, well that didn’t erase what Michael had done.

“But you’re still mad.” Michael was coming around the table toward him.

“Yeah, I’m mad. I think I have a right to that feeling.” Alex said, stepping back.

Michael stopped in his tracks, swaying on his feet again. Alex shook his head. “You’re wasted. Now isn’t the time to talk.”

“I’m not that drunk.” Michael tried, but it was clear to Alex that he was.

“You are. Let’s talk tomorrow. Tonight it’s just, too much, okay, for both of us.” Alex said. He felt sure he didn’t want to keep talking to Michael just now, whether he was drunk or not.

“Alex…” Michael reached out as though he could touch Alex though the table was still between them.

“No, Michael. Not tonight, not now. I need some time to think.” Alex told him.

Alex turned to find Sam waiting by their table. “Let’s go.” He said when he reached her.

“You sure that’s what you want?” She asked.

“Yeah. I’m sure.” Alex said, taking one last swig of beer. “Let’s get out of here.”

Alex drove Sam back to the cabin in silence. His phone pinged no less than ten times on the way but he told her to ignore it. It wasn’t until all the alcohol was out of his system and he still couldn’t sleep somewhere around two in the morning when he finally picked up his phone.

Alex, I’m sorry, please talk to me.

I’m not too drunk to talk, just too drunk to drive.

Maria’s sorry too, okay?

We should have told you what was up.

I never should have left you hanging like that.

I never should have even gone to Maria I know that now.

I was wrong and I’m sorry.

Please just answer me.

I was scared.

I love you.

Alex read the texts over and over, his heart wanting to burst out of his chest. Is he going to forgive Michael? He’s not even sure he could if he wanted to. It feels too big, like the betrayal is just too much. So what if he didn’t tell Alex that he wasn’t really with Maria. He did it anyway didn’t he? And Alex had to find out through Liz. Michael couldn’t even be bothered to come tell him it was over.

His phone pinged.

I see you’re up. You just read my texts.

Damn those read receipts. He didn’t know if he was going to text back, but then his phone rang. He didn’t think before he was answering it.

“You can’t just call me in the middle of the night.” He said as way of greeting.

“I just thought I should say I’m sorry now that I’m not totally wasted so you’ll know it’s true.” Michael said softly.

“Being sorry isn’t enough. You and Maria betrayed me.” Alex said. “I may not have had the courage to say it before, but Sam gave me the courage tonight. So I’m saying it. That was a shitty thing you did whether or not you’re with Maria now.”

“I know. You’re right. I’m not asking for forgiveness.” Michael told him.

“Good, because I’m not ready to forgive you.” Alex said. His head was starting to hurt. This whole night had sucked and this wasn’t making it better.

“But will you meet me tomorrow, so we can talk? I do think this is a longer conversation than we can have tonight. I promise I have no agenda. We can meet at the Crash Down if you want.” Michael offered.

Alex thought about it for a moment before saying, “Okay. We’ll meet tomorrow, at the Crash Down, at one.”

“Is Sam gonna be there?” Michael asked.

“Probably.” Alex told him.

“Good. I liked her.” Michael laughed into the phone and Alex couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t want to, but it seemed even when he was angry Michael could still get under his skin.

“Goodnight, Michael.” He said softly.

“Goodnight, Alex.” Michael said and disconnected the call.

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