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chengtheauthor · 2 years

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Andrew Garfield x famous!reader

Just like my character who fell in love with your character, I fell in love with you.

Summary: two actors "unintentionally" fall in love with each other just like their characters in the movie.

Please don't repost this on any apps without my consent. I'm still accepting request for Andrew Garfield x fem!reader.

You and Andrew developed a great friendship when you both film a new series together. It was a fresh and unexpected friendship that you and Andrew describe. It was no doubt that Andrew is a great actor and an attractive one, I might add. It's not just he's looks that made you become head over heels for him, his humorous attitude also adds. You love everything about him. The way he laughs before he says his dad jokes. His smile, oh his smile, that reaches his eyes which makes you melt and just makes you feel butterflies in your stomach.

It was a whole week of press for your new Netflix series with Andrew. That means both of you are spending more time than ever. Your trying your best to avoid any questions that may reveal your feelings for Andrew, you need to be careful since you don't want to ruin your friendship with him. That's what your doing in your dressing room trying to do a rehearsal questions before you Andrew go to an interview with James Corden.

"Everyone, please welcome Andrew Garfield and Y/n Y/I/n!" The crowed roared after James introduce you and Andrew. "Thank you for having us!" "It's nice to be back here!' you and Andrew said while greeting James. "Well, it's nice to see the both of you. Ever since the series came out, many people are not denying that both of you have an amazing chemistry. Is there something going on between you two?" James asked making the crowd make an ohh sound, curious to know the answer.

"I respect her a lot, you know." Andrew said with a smile "How about you, y/n? Do you have any growing feelings for Andrew?" You know this question will come and good thing you rehearsed your answer in you dressing room. "James, he's a great actor. But no I don't have any growing feelings to him. Even though I can see the fans making YouTube compilations of us "being in love with each other". We're just comfortable with each other you know." You said your defense.

"I'm pretty sure both of you really respect each other. Anyways, Andrew I heard that you sleep talk." James said with a teasing tone, which makes you and the crowd laugh. "Yes, I- um it got worse actually. I have this app where it records you sleep talking, so yeah." He said laughing starting to get flustered.

"That's good to know, since I asked y/n to take your phone while she's backstage. So now, everyone! this is world premiere of Andrew Garfield sleep talking!" James said while you gave Andrew a sympathetic look. The audio started playing which made Andrew looked down.

"I spilled cheese on y/n's carpet and blame it on her dog, that's funny." I'm spiderman! Whoooo!" I'm in love with y/n! I'm not, I'm not kidding!" When the audio ended, the crowd went wild which made James jump out of sit making you speechless and frozen in your seat. "I know I'm asleep while doing that, but the last one is true." Andrew said looking proud than ashamed. "Y/n, what can you say?" James asked. "I don't know where to react. Should I be mad that he spilled cheese on my carpet and blamed it on my dog? I really don't know how to react to the last one." You said. "Well, I can see you blushing. Again, Andrew Garfield and Y/n Y/l/n!"

Both of you are now at the backstage about to leave."So you sleep talk." You reassured to him. "Yes." Andrew answered with haste "And you like me?" You asked still shocked about the revelation. "Just like my character who fell in love with your character, I fell in love with you." He said confidently. "Don't worry, I like you too." Not wasting any time, you kiss him passionately. You waited for this and now you're having it.

#Spotify #andrew garfield #andrew garfield imagine #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield x you #andrew garfield x female reader #social media au #andrewgarfield x famous reader

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she-karev · 2 months

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The Wingman

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Three of Three

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

AN: Here’s the final chapter guys, I hope you like the friendship I’m developing between Amber and Jackson and let me be clear for those that are worried there will be NO LOVE TRIANGLE. I want to show that men and women can be friends and nothing more unlike what the show sponsors. The picture above is Amber's club outfit. I thought it gave Clueless vibes which was perfect for the 90's theme bar she and Jackson went to.

Summary: Amber gets answers from Andrew and Jackson.

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I walk down the hall after clocking in my hours at the clinic. It’s a little before 5 and thankfully stitching up people has lessened my stress after my talk with Jackson. I thought I was out of the woods when I considered the possibility that it was a slip of the tongue. But then Avery had to ruin it by suggesting my previous fear, that he meant it.

It feels like every fiber in my being is locked up in defense in preparation for after that ‘I love you’. It’s been about 10 hours since that last call and I am flinching every time my ringer goes off. I keep telling myself it was a slip but the evil voice in my head is telling me it wasn’t and I freak out all over again. If I wasn’t doing my breathing exercises, I would be having a panic attack and look more insane.

Three months isn’t long enough time to tell someone you love them. I know I’m not an expert in this but I know enough that it is way too soon for that and Andrew should know that. He should know we’re not at the place yet hell I don’t even know if I can get to that place on my own. I’ve never said it to anyone except for my brothers so it’s a big deal. It’s a big thing and it puts me out there for hurt and disappointment if this goes sideways and I have had enough hurt and disappointment in my life. As if he can sense my distress my phone rings and I inhale deeply at the sight of Andrew’s name on the screen. I need to rip this off like a band aid so I go inside a storage closet alone and close the door.

I take a deep breath and answer putting the phone to my ear, “Hey.” I start off with a casual greeting.

“Hey.” I can tell Andrew is trying the same as well, “So when we said goodbye earlier, I think something slipped out before I hung up, did you by any chance hear it?”

I clear my throat, “I think you and I both know I did.”

“Right.” Andrew says knowingly, “Look I’ve been up for about 24 hours. I’ve been on the phone with aunts, uncles, cousins, everyone who wants to know how the surgery is going and at the end of the call I say I love you. I mean they’re my family and I know it’s sappy but we say I love you because we care and when I said it to you it was an instinct after doing it about 25 times. You could’ve been the pizza guy and I would tell you I love you.” I close my eyes, look up at the ceiling and mouth ‘thank you’ to a higher power, “Hello? Are you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here.” I lean against the wall much more calm when my suspicion was confirmed and my fear is put to bed, “I kind of thought that was the case because I mean if it was real it would be…” I struggle to find the words.

“Creepy?” Andrew asks amused, “Horrifying? Make you want to move to Canada and change your name?”

“Yeah, all of those things cover it.” We chuckle, “Well I’m glad we could clear the air and allow me to breathe it in.”

“I freaked you out huh?”

“Oh big time.” I tell him truthfully, “I was worried there was gonna be a proposal by the time you get back.”

“Oh god no.” Andrew enunciates, “No you don’t have to worry about me rushing things too fast. I mean my parents also had a horrible divorce and it left scars in me too trust me.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” I wince at what I made it sound, “No that’s not what I meant I just meant I’m glad we’re both in the same place and same pace. I’m glad that you get it, it’s uh…it’s refreshing.” I mean that genuinely because I’ve never had someone who shares my reservations.

“Yeah, it really is.” I can hear him grinning at that tone, “I mean I’ve never had a girl be so cool about this and not freak out over where this is going. I like that about you.”

I smile at that, “Well I like that you like that about me. Most guys have been put off by my mellow attitude and take the role of the clingy girlfriend I’m expected to play. And then there are the guys that think I’m friends with them to get in their pants instead of just being friends.” I groan at that reminder, “Let me ask you, do I give off a slutty demeanor?”

Andrew is silent for a moment and I think I caught him off guard, “Is this a serious question? Do I lose points for this?”

“I like sex with men, I admit that, you know that. Despite that I am smart, I practice safe sex, I ask questions before going home with a stranger. And I do not I repeat not make a move on my boss after a night drinking and friendly conversation that he misinterprets. Do I just scream ‘I want you’ vibes all the time? Men and women can’t be friends now? Just friends?”

“I’m guessing something happened to make you unload on me?” Andrew sees through it even from another country.

“Yeah. Long story short I hung out with Avery the other night, I just wanted to buy him a drink to show my appreciation for not getting me fired. I even helped him get random girl’s numbers around the bar. We had a good time, we had conversations about movies and everything else I did with my guy friends. I thought he and I were friends, that’s it but instead I got accused of wanting to get in his pants when I came to him for advice. Egotistical jackass.”

“Okay as mad as I am for you right now I kind of have to ask how you approached him and what you asked before he said that very offensive thing.”

I sigh and recollect my memory, “I told Alex to leave us alone and I asked him…” I groan in realization as I hold the phone to my ear.

“What did you ask?” Andrew asks me with a knowing tone.

“I asked him what is the shortest time in realizing you love someone.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, “I will give him this it was not the best opening line for me to start with. Still, he could have asked before accusing me.”

“Yeah, that’s his own fault.” Andrew agrees, “But maybe you both can admit what you did wrong and go back to being just friends. I mean look he’s a good guy, he’s loyal and fun, he’s just…”

I grin and finish, “An idiot?”

“I’m not agreeing nor disagreeing with you calling our respective boss an idiot.” I shake my head and him playing neutral, “But hypothetically if I was working somewhere else I would say yes.”

“Yeah.” I grin wider, “He did what my idiot brother would have done.”

“Which one?”

“They’re both idiots take your pick.” We chuckle at my insult and I realize I need to go, “I gotta get back out there, let me know when you get on a plane.”

“I will, I’m counting the minutes till I see you again.” I smile at his sincerity.

“Me too. Bring me back a t shirt, you can guess my body size.”

“Oh I know your body.” Andrew tells me breathy causing me to inhale as lust takes over, “All I have to do is imagine my hands on it.”

“Okay you are being mean right now.” I tell him out of breath, “Call me when you’re alone at 2 am in my time zone. I’ll be up late depending on what my plans are, I’ll get back to you on it bye.”

“Bye. Don’t worry I’m not gonna end this with an I love you.”

“I appreciate it I’ll talk to you later.” I hang up on him this time feeling more relaxed than the last call.

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Jackson packs his stuff in the attendings lounge getting ready to leave with only Maggie in the room. He suspects after the cafeteria that Amber would never want to hang out with him again, not that he can blame her. He chastises himself for listening to his mother and ignoring Alex’s advice. Now not only did he lose his wingman he also hurt a girl he actually liked hanging out with.

The door opens and Amber walks in looking fabulous. She’s wearing a yellow checkered cape blazer with yellow checkered shorts to match. Her black lace bralette is slightly showing on the opening of the blazer with a gold necklace to compliment her long neck. Her makeup is done especially pretty with her lips painted red and her eyeliner making her blue eyes stand out. Her long blonde hair is down with loose waves. And finally, she’s wearing black closed-toed heels making her taller than usual. Maggie and Jackson both look at her stunned after spending the day with her in scrubs and a ponytail.

Maggie whistles, “Damn girl you look hot.”

Amber chuckles, “Yeah, I do don’t I? I wanted to sport the Cher look for tonight, it’s a 90’s theme.”

“Alicia Silverstone would eat her heart out, just don’t let Alex see you he’ll lock you up. Where are you going anyway?”

“Well, I decided to show mercy on a idiot friend of mine who makes poor assumptions.” Jackson winces and nods in agreement, “I realized I am also partly at fault and shouldn’t let a miscommunication get in the way of a fun night with a friend.”

Jackson’s eyes soften at that, “Well I’m sure he’s very sorry and would love to express his apologies with many drinks. No strings, no rewards just a friendly apology.”

Maggie sees what’s happening and asks one thing, “Do Alex and DeLuca need to be worried?”

Both of them say in unison, “No.”

“Then have fun.” Maggie tells them cheerfully, “But not too much fun. I’ll see you both tomorrow, bye.” They say bye as Maggie leaves the room and they both face each other alone.

“I’m sorry for thinking the worst of you.” Jackson starts, “I had my mother’s voice in my head and I panicked because I thought I was headed for a fall here and needed to back up. But it wasn’t fair to you as my friend and you don’t have to go out with me tonight if your still mad, I’ll get it.”

Amber inhales and exhales, “I should’ve started with a more specific opening in the cafeteria. I inadvertently led you to believe that this was something more for me and that led you to freak out. We’re both at fault here and we both suck at communication.” Jackson laughs at that and Amber smiles, “Yeah and you were right by the way it was a slip of the tongue. DeLuca told me and we both agreed the pace we’re going is good and there’s no need to rush thank god.”

“I’m glad you were able to clear up that mess. It shows your communication skills are growing.”

Amber nods before working into another issue, “Look I didn’t mean to make it sound like you did what you did to look for a reward I just…I just don’t know why you would do that for me. We don’t know each other, we never talked before that day so I’m stumped on why you would go to great lengths to defend me and save my job. Why did you do it?”

Jackson rubs the back of his neck and sits in a chair, “…About 7 years ago there was a shooting here in the hospital. I was there when it happened and I mean right there in the middle of all that chaos. I lost two of my friends that day because of that maniac and I had nightmares about it for months.” Amber crosses her arms as she listens attentively, “And then like some sick joke there was a shooting at a college campus a few months after that. I was in the O.R. assisting with a shooting victim or what we thought was a shooting victim…it was the shooter. I couldn’t help save a guy like the guy who killed my friends so I walked out. I walked out and helped out with the overflow with Karev. He wasn’t mad that the shooter was taking up O.R. space, if anything he was sympathetic telling me the shooter was sick. It was that moment he told me that his brother snapped and tried to kill his little sister and that’s why he wasn’t mad.” Amber looks at him surprised that he knew before anyone else, “And about a week after that I couldn’t help but worry how that kid sister of his was gonna be after what happened to her. I knew what it was like to be a victim of a psychotic episode and I was a mess after. I was a mess and I was a grown man, for a kid to go through that…I wondered what I could do to mend that if I had the chance. I saw that chance when Jennings was ready to fire you. I saw how hard you have worked to overcome that pain and you shouldn’t be punished for surviving it as best as you could. I made that clear to him as well as my intention to help you bring him down if he bothered you with this again.” Amber stands there still processing, “You think that your past is something holding you back but it’s not, it made you a freaking warrior. I see that even if you can’t.” Amber looks at him blankly with an unknown expression that he interprets as sadness and he speaks fast, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you I just-”

Amber suddenly moves and gives him a hug. Jackson is completely shocked from his chair and takes a moment before carefully putting his arm over her back to hug her back registering she’s sniffling indicating she’s crying. He keeps his arm still so that he doesn’t ruin the moment until she backs away to stop hugging. He sees that she’s wiping a stray tear.

“You better not have ruined my eye liner.” Amber tells him flatly causing him to chuckle lightly, “Thank you I just…thank you.”

Jackson can see it’s hard for her to be vulnerable to him in that moment and simply replied, “Your welcome.” He stands up, “Shall we?”

Amber raises an eyebrow and looks up at him suspiciously, “Just as friends?”

Jackson chuckles, “Don’t worry I want to go through life with at least one female friend I didn’t sleep with and I think you’ll help with that.”

Amber looks relieved, “Good so we’re on the same page finally.”

“Yeah, you don’t have to worry about anything from me I wouldn’t dream of it. It’s not that I wouldn’t it’s just…you’re a fetus.” Amber chuckles at that, “I mean you could’ve been my fetus.”

“Mmm I don’t think I’m that young.”

Jackson raises an eyebrow, “It’s weird I thought you were gonna say I’m not that old.”

Amber cackles at that, “Oh no!”

“Your horrible.” Jackson rolls his eyes at Amber who walks toward the door before saying something.

“You don’t have to worry about me coming on to you, I mean your cute it’s just…” Amber thinks of an explanation, “You were with my brother since he was a second year. Your both the same age, you’ve known each other for years, sleeping with you would be like sleeping with him.”

Jackson nods full heartedly, “Yeah exactly and your his sister I mean sleeping with you would be like sleeping with my little sister. I’ve never had one but I know that’s what it would feel like. I’m really glad we’re on the same page and that we can be friends.”

“Absolutely totally agree.” Amber says with a grin and walks to the door before adding, “ Besides I prefer my men manly.”

Jackson is taken back by that as Amber opens the door, “Am I not manly?” He asks her offended.

Amber purses her lips and turns to look at him amused, “You need my help to get women to sleep with you. DeLuca got me in bed all on his own even after he almost broke my nose and spilled coffee all over me.” Jackson raises an eyebrow at that story, “Are we gonna stand here and talk about how my boyfriend picked me up or do you want me to help you pick up women?”

“Let’s get out of here while the night is young.” Jackson says quickly and they both leave the room for another night of a friend helping a friend.

#greys anatomy #amber karev #alex karev #jo wilson #jackson avery #andrew deluca #elizabeth gillies #liz gillies #giacomo gianniotti #mine #headcanon

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aftgficrec · 2 years

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Hi! I recently discovered your blog and I was hoping to catch the asks open. Do you know any post canon fics of Andrew's last year at Palmetto? Maybe where he is worried about leaving Neil behind? Also, I don't know if there are any fics of star wars au? Thanks!

Here’s what we’ve got for Andrew’s final year and graduation. Oh yeah, and a little bit of Star Wars too! - S

Also see …

‘The Bet’ here

‘The Bones - Way Down We Go fic’ here

'Words Mean Nothing’ here

‘Tumblr Headcanons… andreil fight…’ here

‘as I go forward (hold down the fort)’ here

‘The Cartographer and the World’ here

the pieces that stick around by PoolToast22 [Rated G, 2918 words, complete, 2022]

He’d never thought he'd miss it. The building wasn’t new. He’d spent five years living in it. Surviving in it. But now, with less than 24 hours left within the high walls, he couldn't help but look at it completely differently.

It was no stranger to Andrew to walk away from a living place and feel like a piece of him was being left inside. He knew heartbreak. He knew what it was like to leave somewhere for the last time and know you would never get back the person you were when you walked through the door. In fact, most places he'd lived had broken away a chunk of him. They all tore at his skin, clawed at his soul, and crumbled his defenses until they could no longer be broken.

AKA the one where Andrew has one day left at Fox Tower and he doesn't know how to feel about it.

a lesson in communication by mindthekat [Rated E, 11987 words, complete, 2021]

Part 3 of the ‘an exercise in growth’ series

To the untrained eye, Neil Josten would seem entirely normal, albeit a little more tightly wound than usual.

Andrew Minyard's eye is not untrained.

Alternatively: Neil never thought he would live long enough to want a future and Andrew can't find the words to reassure him.

tw: explicit sexual content, tw: panic attacks

The thunder for the storm by aceofreaders (Kickasscookieeater) [Rated T, 15109 words, complete, 2020]

Andrew has spent five years in Palmetto, four years entangled there with Neil Josten and his band of merry foxes.

Andrew has spent four years breaking and rebuilding routines and patterns and thought processes. Four years sharing kisses and cigarettes and truths.

Despite himself, he got used to it. He got used to his own pack, he got used to the other foxes, he got used to Neil Josten in the few ways it's possible to do so. And if pressed, hard, he could admit to himself that he's not sure what to do without any of those things.

But nothing gold can stay, or whatever. Because now he has to leave.

tw: implied/referenced panic attacks

You Deserve Better by socksandsandels [Not Rated, 4749 words, incomplete, last updated June 2020]

Andrew had always told Neil that whatever "this" was meant nothing but Neil had never believed him before. Except now Andrew is graduating and Neil knows that if their going to work long distance then they both have to try harder. But will Andrew finally be able to tell Neil what he means to him or will he keep denying till there is nothing left?

Or: It's Andrews last year at Palmetto and he is about to go pro. Neil asks him to acknowledge what is between them and try harder so they work long distance. But Andrew thinks Neil deserved better then him.

I can't make you love me (if you don't) by djhedy [Rated T, 5318 words, complete, 2020]

Andrew realises he’s faced with two choices: hold onto this or let it go forever.

And he hates that.

Almost as much as he hates Neil.

He watches as Neil turns away, walks up the length of the room once, stops, looks back. “It’s ok,” he says, his voice drained of any emotion, face set. Sure. Resigned. “You always said this was nothing.”

Andrew nods. Remembers there’s a cigarette dangling between his fingers, so brings it back up to his lips, holds it there, doesn’t even bother breathing in.

“Ok,” Neil says again, and leaves the room.

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before andrew graduates, neil asks him to make a choice.

Have I told you? by alex_wh0 [Rated T, 1312 words, complete, 2020]

Set during Andrew's fifth and final year at PSU, when both Neil and Andrew are perched on the edge of uncertainty. Who knew Neil could write?

i'd hold you down (if I could, make you the enemy) by bluesky_daydreaming [Rated T, 2585 words, complete, 2020]

Neil will tie himself down to Andrew and stick around until Andrew tells him to go and Andrew does not want to be the one who is responsible for keeping Neil on the ground. He will not be the reason that Neil lets himself shut down after they are all gone, the reason he never branches out and seeks out someone new to touch, someone who gladly let him touch them.

****

Or: Andrew pushes Neil away because he thinks it will be easier than watching him leave.

Unspoken by Jeni182 [Rated T, 1905 words, complete, 2019]

Andrew Minyard is not good with words. Betsy helps him find a way to say the things to Neil he wants to.

I Found by trubenblack [Not Rated, 4909 words, complete, 2018]

It's Andrew's final year and they've got a surprise

or the marriage fic bc i refuse to admit they don't

tw: homophobia

Watchful Eyes by SensationalSunburst [Rated G, 2290 words, complete, 2018]

“I'm graduating in three days.” Andrew said. David took a long drag of his tea and waited. “I will be moving to Columbus.” He continued, “Neil is not.” “I have him for another year,” David said, “Are you worried?” David watched Andrew swallow the knee-jerk denial that he felt anything, chasing it with a sip of cocoa. “He requires a certain level of supervision.”

Damned if I Do by Spanglebangle [Rated T, 4731 words, complete, 2018]

In a few short weeks, Andrew will graduate from PSU. And he has a very important, and very terrifying, decision to make.

Exy, or...something else. But what? Does he really want to commit to Exy for the rest of his life? And if not Exy, then what? What is he supposed to do? What is he supposed to want - and how can he possibly choose it?

tw: anxiety, tw: mention of suicidal ideation

Something in Return by reaching_my_summit [Rated M, 31204 words, complete, 2018]

“Andrew Minyard, how will you celebrate winning your final college Exy championship?”

“I’m going to Disney World,” Andrew deadpans.

- - -

Andrew’s final year at Palmetto State comes to a close. His future is upon him and there are plans to be made. Years ago, Neil asked Andrew to stop smoking in exchange for something. Andrew finally knows what he wants in return.

tw: nightmares, tw: scars, tw: ptsd, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: blood, tw: panic attacks

Star Wars AU:

Hope Is a Disquieting Thing by Sundaye [Rated M, 67953 words, incomplete, last updated May 2020]

Abram's father is one of the most powerful beings in the universe and he's spent years searching for his wife and son who stole millions of credits from the Empire and ran. They're two of the most wanted by the Empire for their dangerous insight into Imperial secrets. When a deadly confrontation with his father ends with Abram's mother's life, Abram must find a way to escape alone for the first time in his life.

Meanwhile, smuggler and ex-Imperial laborer Andrew Minyard and his crew have lost an important ally to the Empire and are intent on rescuing him and returning him to the Rebellion.

When the chance comes for Abram to flee Tatooine with Andrew's crew he dons a new alias, Neil, and takes it.

Basically, this is a Star Wars AU.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced drug use, tw: implied/referenced abuse

Star Wars Au when? by @deadliestpieceontheboard [tumblr, 2021]

ok but hear me out: aftg star wars au when?

Art

Jerejean star wars au by @sturmdunkel [tumblr, 2022]

runaway jedi neil by @skye-draws [tumblr, 2022]

Fanart for Hope Is a Disquieting Thing by @fornavn [tumblr, 2020]

Andrew from 'Hope Is a Disqquieting Thing' by @ssundaye [tumblr, 2018]

Hope Is a Disquieting Thing Edit by @sirfluffkins [tumblr, 2018]

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awigglycultist · 2 years

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Solve it Squad Says No To Drugs thoughts! I also don't remember this episode too well but I sure to remember that I was insane, also sorry this one took me so long to get too,

Yup we're off to A Start

Esther has the birthdays of all the Dave Matthews band members memorized jfjfjf

"you're as looks TOGHT in those leggings dawg!!"

What made them think it was a good idea to bring Esther to a presentation about being drug free?

"alright kids, who here has ever ponded a beer so fast that their face went numb!?.... Good.. Lest keep it that way."

Boy that kid is terrifying

Wait do you think Scottie would be friends with Paris?

Once again: THIS THEME SONG GOES HARD

I think it's you're fault that you left a kids bday party pregnant girl

Mr Farmer, Esther can literally withstand horse tranquilizer, like they know hardcore drugs

I knew the "Esther are you ready to finally acknowledge the energy that's between us?" line was coming up and I still hate it

Love how Joey, when reacting to the other characters, often instead of looking at us he looks towards where this characters are on the screen relative to him (like he looks up since Keith is above, and diagonal for Gwen, to the side for Esther)

And ofc as always shout out to Joey's facial expressions

Fuck I love Joanna

Most of you won't get this/won't care about this but Keith's "RAID!" immediately made thing of Big Brother s20 Brett's "What wins national championships!? DEFENSE!!" even tho it's like the exact opposite

Keith, Scrags and principal Turner absolutely vibing <3 (nice to see Scrags can have fun sometimes)

Esther is. Trying.

"blah blah bloo! I'm Scrags! I have control issues! I wouldn't be doubting this plan if it came from a man!" "no! No!! Hey! That not fair- I'm never- besides aren't you gender non-conforming so technically it doesn't really-" "Scrags darling I know you're trying to be woke but maybe sit the rest of that thought out"

I love how in SISBIB there's so much Scrags being a Boomer™ but also trying His Best™

The fucking "I can't! It's tech week" shirt

"well its much more competitive and prestigious today" fuck off Gwen was actually in a TV show!

"you will regret that Benjamin Scragtowski"

Keith durning the whole "this little hotshots talking like a BIGBOY!" bit jdjddjd the voice, especially him calling a kid "biiittchhhh"

THAT'S RIGHT ANDREW BARTH FELDMAN IS THE DEFINITIVE EVAN HANSEN!!

"concerned parents.... of kids"

"little of this little of that" immediately made think of Andrew as Axel in TV or Not TV? Broadway Whodunit?

Omg I forgot they mentioned the tiktok Ratatouille musical!

God this musical argument between Keith and Vince jdjddjd (Keith is right)

Brian's voice <3

"yeah good parenting is easy. Heh, I mean take my parents for example they-... Were bad." Keith :( <3 also I love the wya he says this line

"ahhh fuck fuckyy fuckk

Jdkddb Gabe using his hand to make a little rino horn

"GET DOWN! GET THE FUCK DOWN! WE'RE TAKING FIRE!"

"Do you want to fucking DIE!?"

"belive all women Scrags!" "But Esther doesn't identify as-" "LEROOOOOY JEEEEENKINS"

Also Keith definitely should never have a gun

Gwen sorry but that school is not that important rn like you really should've put off that call til later anyway

Keith you dumbass it's metal

Scrags I have feeling they don't really care if you get your insulin or not

But Keith cares about getting Scrags his insulin <3 :)

Ah so humble Gwen

WorkED for a Russian drug cartel, important difference

"did you *kill* people?" "Noo oh no no. Just some graphic design, odd jobs, personal training" "oh thank god" "Of course I killed people you sugar free dumb dumbs!"

"man plans and god laughs. And then woman laughs at man for believing in god"

Esther: bye I'm gonna go die now

Anyway the squad cares about Esther <3 :)

I love that Dimitri and Annika go to therapy

Esther fucks

I forgot just how sexual

So honorable Keith

Naughty Bitches™

Comrade Cock-ubine

Yup. Just about as crazy as I remember. Well, maybe more than I remember actually.

#tin can bros #solve it squad #solve it squad back in biz #sisbib

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nikoruistyping · 2 years

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HIIIII i dont know if you really do asks or not. If not then please ignore this. But I really love your work and your writing style

could maybe write for peter parker x reader (andrew or tom)

where peter is sad that everyone loves spiderman but not peter parker. So the reader who is his best friend (doesnt know about pete being spidey) tells him you only need a kind heart and positive mindset to be an amazing person, not super powers....

thank you very much. Take care.

with love.

Amazing || MCU Peter Parker

MCU!Peter Parker x BestFriend!Fem!reader

Requested By: @nerdreader

Summary: While you try to get you AP Physics homework done at your best friend, Peter’s, house you realize something is clearly bothering him and you decide to investigate why he is feeling down and most importantly how can you cheer him up...

TW: Fluff, Sprinkle of Angst, Mention of Low Self-Esteem/Confidence/Rejection, Hugging, Playful Banter, Cheesy/Comforting Pep Talks, Platonic Friendship, Light Threatening (In a playful way no violence in this household!)

Word Count: 1,067

A/N: This fic came out a bit on the shorter side but regardless of that thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

You were sitting in your best friend's desk chair while you used the balls of your feet to spin around and around in circles. You were looking up at the ceiling while you spaced out and clearly, you were easily distracted from doing your AP Physics homework. You were surprised that Peter was actually being fairly quiet since you had expected him to have at least scolded you once by now for not paying attention. It caught your eye and you shook your head and looked in his direction seeing him fully focused on the textbook in front of him while he was lying down on his bed and reading upside down almost, how the heck could he even learn anything by reading that way?!

You grabbed a scrap piece of paper from off the desk in front of you and you crumpled it into a ball and threw it directly at Peter's head, a small giggle leaving your lips when he got caught off guard earning you a stern look on his face.

"Hey! What was that for?" He questioned with the slightest bit of attitude in his voice, it was clear that something was bothering him but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"I should be asking you that. Why are you being weird?" You retorted right back at him.

"I'm not being weird what are you even saying Y/N?" He now had thrown the textbook to the side and was sitting up properly on his bed, his fingers seemed to pick at the bottom of his Midtown Tech sweatshirt while he looked down.

"Pete I know you better than anyone, what's on your mind? Come on, let it out." You said leaning forward in the chair and using your feet to roll yourself over to the side of his bed.

"It's nothing, I swear!" He exclaimed in a very defense voice, now you definitely knew something was upsetting him.

"Peter do you want me to go slap it out of you because I sure can. Don't make me do it!" You playfully threatened him while you stood up from the chair and slid your way onto the edge of his bed.

"Ok, ok! I guess I'm a bit jealous of this Spiderman guy...all these people love him and he gets so much attention and I guess it all got into my head. I just wish I could be more like him but obviously, in school you know?" He embarrassingly admitted to you and you put a hand on his shoulder and lightly squeezed, hoping it comforted him.

"Seriously Peter?! You’re all worked up because of Spiderman?!" You leaned closer to him, both your hands now grabbing his shoulders and shaking some sense into him.

"Yeah I mean the guy is an icon, everybody loves him. He looks amazing, is amazing, and is literally the nicest person ever. Who wouldn't be jealous of him?" He looks away from your gaze for a moment but you move your hands from his shoulders to his face and grab his attention making sure his eyes were focused on you and only you.

"Pete, first of all, you shouldn't be jealous of a superhero and second is that all you need is a kind heart and positive mindset to be an amazing person, not superpowers. You're already great as it is, at least in my eyes you are." You said with a smile while you squeezed Peter's cheeks and gave him a small slap on the side of the head hoping your words of wisdom would stick with him.

"Oh, you're just saying that because you're my best friend. You don't really mean it." He rolls his eyes at you and pouts.

"Peter I'm being serious! I think you're an amazing guy and anyone would be lucky to get to know you and have you be a part of their lives. Yeah, superpowers are cool and all but it's what's in here that counts." You say using your finger to point towards his chest, especially at his heart.

"Are you sure you're not lying to me?" He raised an eyebrow at you as his hand reached to hold yours.

"Cross my heart and hope to die." You said with a big smile, motioning with your free hand across your chest making an 'X' symbol.

"Ok, I believe you. Thanks, I guess...I really needed to hear that." He said with a sigh of relief and you cracked a small smile on your lips while your hands went back on his shoulders. You dragged him into a big hug, you had a feeling he needed it, making sure to squeeze tight, your arms wrapping around him.

"Of course Peter, you know that I'd never lie to you. You're my best friend for a reason silly goose." You continued to tell him while his head rested on your shoulder and your hands patted his back in hopes to cheer him up.

"Thanks, Y/N for always being here for me. I know I overthink too much and I probably act stupid a lot of the time but I'm really glad to always have you by my side." His hands clutched you just a bit tighter, he never wanted this hug to ever end.

"You too Peter, thanks for always being there for me, in good times and bad." You said while your head seemed to snuggle into the crook of his neck.

The moment was short-lived when you heard Aunt May knock on the door, shouting from the other side.

"Time for dinner kiddos! I made your favorite Peter!"

Both you and Peter scrambled to your feet, quickly detaching from the hug and while you both stared down at each other, running towards the door as fast as you could.

"Last one to the dinner table is on dish duty!" You exclaimed at him with a big smile and laughing, his expression identical to yours while the both of you fought over who would get to the dinner table first.

That evening while you all ate and fought over who got to eat the last piece of lasagna, Peter just stared and smiled at you the whole night. His mind was finally at ease knowing that the most important person in his life believed he was a good person out of the suit. He could confidently say that Peter Parker was just as equally amazing and great as Spiderman was and he didn't have to worry about it one bit.

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eponinemylove · 4 years

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Headcanons about the Andrew( and the foxes) figuring out some of the fucked up things Neil’s mom did. Like I’ve always had a head canon that she is the reason he says he’s fine all the time

for sure! I have a lot of feelings about Mary Hartford. I want to say that if the conversation does ever manage to come up, Neil would immediately jump to his mother’s defense. We see everything she did through his memories of her, and while we can recognize it as abuse, Neil still thinks of her fondly. She was the only family he really had, and in his eyes, everything she did was out of necessity, if not love (CW: abuse)

(side note, I’ve briefly talked about aaron’s reaction before as part of a different post, and I stand by that. I’ve also brushed upon the subject of Mary and Neil being “fine” when I did a sort of sickfic hc!)

let me just start by saying how awful this news would be for the foxes. Like, it’s awful in general because what she did was fucked up, but their poor hearts… They managed the Nest. They managed Baltimore. They managed Drake (although that was Andrew’s past not Neil’s, they were still there for the murder and everything that followed). They have been through heartbreak after heartbreak for this kid who not only went through these things but thought, on some level, that he deserved them. So they really can’t take finding out that his mother—who Neil openly condones—is also one of his ghosts. They can’t take finding out that she’s partly the reason why he doesn’t swing, why he can’t trust, why he runs and hides and lies, why he doesn’t think he can have this. And if that wasn’t hard enough, to find out that Neil thinks this is okay, that this is fine—it’s too much to handle.

Andrew’s first reaction, predictably, is murder. This doesn’t quite work out for him, as Mary’s already dead, but the urge he feels to drain the life from her himself is frankly concerning. The second the words are leaving Neil’s mouth, the second all his suspicions are confirmed (because let’s be real, Andrew knew someone had hurt Neil, and his father had been too many steps behind him to cause that much damage), he sees red. Full on, knives out, burning rage. He’s shaking with it. You can tell he’s feeling an emotion, because he’s not grumbling about anything. He’s gone into quiet rage, the dangerous kind, in which he silently plots all the ways he can gruesomely arrange your departure from existence.

for a split second, the upperclassmen think that his anger is directed at Neil, and they subtly move in to block him from Andrew’s war path. This works out well for no one, because Andrew needs Neil in his line of sight right now to know he’s safe and here, and anyone who even thinks of touching this boy after what he’s just confessed to happening to him is getting stabbed. Repeatedly. It’s not their fault for assuming, though. They saw what happened with him and Aaron after this sort of thing, and they just want to shield Neil from that fallout. He’s been through enough

The only thing that manages to calm him down even somewhat is Neil himself. He holds Andrew’s gaze, doesn’t hide under it. He looks him straight in the eye. He is fine, now. He isn’t hurt. He’s with Andrew, and Andrew is going to keep him safe, and Mary is dead, and there’s nothing for them to fight anymore.

except there is, there is, because Neil is stupid. Neil is an idiot who doesn’t know the meaning of the word fine, who has never been fine a day in his life. this was never okay. he’s worse than Aaron, because at least Aaron came to his senses eventually. but Neil, even after everything, is still standing there, defending her. it makes his blood boil. 140%. 170. 200.

Later, Andrew has to physically restrain himself from pulling him into a bruising kiss. He makes a tangible effort to be as gentle with Neil as he can, because he refuses to show him that love should be rough. It shouldn’t. He holds Neil’s hand and kisses his knuckles, runs his hands softly through his hair. He shows him all the way touches should feel when coming from someone you trust. Neil thinks it isn’t necessary but he accepts it with a stuttering heart anyway. His hands shake.

Aaron is seething, but for an entirely different reason. He’s furious, because how does Neil not realize that they’re the exact same? Neil gave him so much shit when he was upset over his mother, but now he has the audacity to stand here and spout this crap? The only thing holding him back from beating the shit out of Josten himself is Andrew’s presence, radiating wrath from beside him. If he took a step in the wrong direction, his brother might genuinely kill him this time. It doesn’t matter. Neil went on and on and on about how Andrew was protecting him, how his mother was not someone who loved him but someone who hurt him, and how he should be glad she’s gone. And… and then this? No. No. Neil doesn’t get to love his mother after that. Mary hit him. She beat him to a pulp herself, nevermind what she said she was protecting him from. He wasn’t allowed to have friends, to talk to people, to go outside. He wasn’t allowed to speak. He’d had to keep his head down. Yeah, it sounds familiar. It sounds like Aaron’s quiet footsteps around the house, hoping to god he wouldn’t wake up Tilda. It sounds like him trying not to make himself seen when she came home after a night of using, like ducking his head and not meeting the eyes of her or anyone she brought home. It sounds like her fists on him when she was in one of her moods. It sounds really fucking familiar, and if Neil thinks he’s going to drop this, he is dead wrong.

Neil did not leave well enough alone when it was Aaron. He would not stop rubbing salt on the wound. And it hurt, a lot, but now Aaron is going to do the same. Not just for petty vengeance. Not just because Neil is a dick and this is payback. But because it helped. Aaron and Andrew are not on the same page about the way they feel, but they are about what to do next. Priority one is make sure Neil moves on, make sure he recognizes why Mary was wrong, and why it will never happen again, as long as any of the foxes have a say in it.

Matt and Nicky have the exact same reaction, which to immediately have their heart shattered. They’re in tears. Matt cares about Neil so, so much, and I know the fandom recognizes this, but I don’t know if people realize how deeply Nicky cares, too. It’s more than just cracking jokes; Neil is one of Nicky’s best friends. They’re going to make damn sure that Neil knows they will love him unconditionally, and that their love does not come heavy-handed. They will support him through this, even if they hate Mary for everything she had conditioned into him. Already they’re planning what they can do to get his mind off of this and get him smiling again as soon as possible. Nicky will probably push Neil harder than Matt, and it will probably be the wrong thing to do, but he’s trying so hard. He’s done this before, with Andrew and Aaron, and as heartbreaking as it was, he continues to do it because he loves them. And he loves Neil, too. Both Matt and Nicky already have adoption papers at the ready, and at this point they’re going to forge the signatures, consequences be damned, if it means Neil gets a happy life.

Kevin doesn’t have much to say about it when he finds out. I imagine he handles it with all of his usual finesse and sensitivity, which is none. He probably, not too gently, points out that Mary had a job to keep him safe from harm, all harm, and failed spectacularly at it. It’s not exactly helpful, but he does have a point. And when he get Neil alone, he offers to talk to him about it. He may not have been through the same thing, but he’s been through something similar enough. He had no family at the Nest, but at the same time they were the only ones he had, and they weren’t exactly gentle with him at the best of times. Riko and the Master weren’t Mary, but... they weren’t all that different, either. Like everything else, Kevin is there if he needs him.

Dan and Allison stare him down. They sympathize, they do, because this is awful, but they are not going to give him an inch. They don’t have time to coddle his feelings about his mother, and god help him if they hear an “I’m fine” fall from his lips. They’ll hold him, if he lets them, and they’ll be as soft and gentle as he needs, but they won’t give in to this. They aren’t going to pretend that he’s right–he’s not. HIs mother wasn’t what he remembers. She’s a complicated character. They’re not calling her evil; maybe she did what she had to, and maybe it was for the best. But it wasn’t right. They are steadfast in that. It wasn’t right. Neil can accept that when he’s ready, and when he does they will be there for him, taking care of him in their unassuming way so that he doesn’t feel like they’re walking on eggshells. He’s so grateful to have them. Grateful that they don’t push, but don’t give in either. Some of the strongest people he’s known…

Renee is the one who actually talks him through it. All the others are ready with their pitchforks, about to burn Mary at the stake, but she understands. She walks with him through everything, the good and the bad, and lets him come to his own conclusion. She listens to him when he feels like talking about what is was like, and talks about her own mother when he doesn’t. She shows him, subtly, what a parental figure is supposed to look like through her own stories. Lets him realize that sometimes the people who care don’t get it right, but that there are still others who love you, and that love doesn’t have to come with pain.

Bonus:

(Ik you didn’t ask, and this is probably too long already, but) Wymack and Abby find out about this indirectly, likely through either Andrew or Matt. Wymack had known from the beginning this would have been the case, but he’d had no idea it had come from his mother. It hurts him, that no one had ever been careful with Neil the way he needed. He doesn’t realize that he had been, though. Wymack hadn’t raised his voice, hadn’t made himself big in front of Neil. He had been careful to keep his anger far, far away and had always been there when Neil needed him. Wymack is his true father. Or mother. Or whatever.

Abby does what she does with Aaron: she gives him space. She knows that he’s probably never seen a woman in a comforting light before, and she waits to make sure that he’s okay with her presence before she gets anywhere near close to him. She lets him come to her, and, like Wymack, makes sure Neil knows that if she ever gets frustrated, that she would never take it out on him. They start the very slow process of showing Neil what it is like to be loved and cared for by someone who wants only to see you happy. Neil loves his family so, so much. He would choose them a thousand times over.

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the-silentium · 4 years

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The Lost Future Pt. 2

Masterlist Part 3

Pairing: soulmate!Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where the soulmates share their wounds. || Along with your brother, you are transported into the 1960's with a bunch of kids you don't know. Turns out they are trying to stop the 2019 apocalypse and you are playing a key part of it.

Words: 3500 words

Warnings: Violence, swears, angst, fluff. FRENCH WORDS Y'all have to bear with my French Canadian ass.

A/N: Yay part 2 is out! We are almost at the best part :3 I love comments and feedback 💜 The French words are translated so no need to go on google translate and have a bad traduction. Also, I anyone want to be tagged in the next part, feel free to ask. Enjoy!

After everyone had calmed down and the two slashed hands were taken care of, the food was shared and people scattered to different places in the house and bunker. Andrew hasn't left your side until 11, asking non-stop how you were feeling and catching you up about what happened into his life while you were away.

"So yeah. Oh and I got a puppy." You squealed in excitation. You loved dogs and puppies were the best. You already knew what breed Roo's companion was, you both had wanted one for years but you would never deny your old Mountain Bernese, Berrick, all the love and attention he deserved.

"You got a Samoyed?" Oh how you wanted to shower this little ball of white fur in cuddles and kisses.

"Ya. Named him Yukon. He's the happiest puppy of the world but damn! He loves mud better than his food! I swear, he starts dancing when it rains and the second we open the door, he rolls into the closest puddle of mud." You laugh wholeheartedly, the image clear in your mind. Your joy was short-lived when you caught the sight of a certain blue-eyed boy. Your soulmate.

The thought felt weird but incredibly right. Deep inside you, a primal desire was burning for you to dive right into the newfound relationship without any back thought and see what would happen next. Unfortunately, you knew what would happen next. It was inevitable.

So maybe you could save Five from a major heartbreak and just reject him. It would hurt every party involved, but it was the best option. You couldn't lead him on, make him love you, and then break his heart. From what you learned while being around Five today, is that he has walls around his heart. So tall. So thick. You were sure any trauma that would leave someone else broken in thousands of pieces would not even bother him. But your link with him gave you a secret passage through these defenses making you one of the few things that could hurt him.

"Do you really want to do this to you? Deny yourself to be happy?" Damn him and his perfect reading of you.

"You know what I'm going back to when we go back in 2019."

"I do. That's why I say that you should enjoy it while it lasts. You deserve it."

You scoffed at his comment. "It would be selfish. He would suffer because of me."

Andrew sighed, he would never change your mind and he knew it. He softly patted the back of your hand before getting up. "All I say is you have your last chance." He made his way in another room, where his not so comfortable bed was waiting for him to try and sleep as much as he could before another day began.

You harshly wiped the fresh tears for your eyes, but your throat was constricting despite your best efforts. At least, you managed to keep your sobs in, the only telltale of your predicament being the regular shakes of your body.

You froze when you felt fingers stroking your arm in a reassuring manner. You didn't dare to breathe, in fear of letting a sob escape your lips. No one else could know.

"I'll kill him if he hurt you." Your ragged breath caused the pressure on your arm to increase slightly. You really tried to resist. You tried. But you needed the comfort. Just once. You would allow it just this once.

"That's what brothers do. You should know that." Five hummed before moving closer. You didn't know how your body knew that Five was going to get onto your bed and sit so that your head would be on his lap, but it did. Your desire to cry came back full force when you realize how heavenly the feeling was. His hand in your hair, his fingers tracing lines on your arm, his patience when waiting for your shaking form to calm down. You felt so dirty to enjoy his presence while knowing that you were digging the grave of his happiness.

"I'm definitely killing him." You laughed, tapping his legs in a playful manner. His chuckles sounded like music to your ears and you knew right then that you signed your fate. You needed to hear it again and maybe if you were lucky enough, you could hear his laugh before everything ended.

"Sooo…" You turned on your back so you could try to discern his handsome features in the dark. "Why does Klaus call you old bastard? We are all born on the same day, right?"

"Yes. But when I jumped into the apocalypse, I got stuck there for 45 years, meaning that my mind is 58 years old." The three lasts words were so low that you almost missed them. Almost. "Deal breaker?" Your bandaged hand reached for his, testing the water.

"No. Never." You closed your eyes the second his fingers interlaced with yours. You tried to engrave this perfect moment, your first intimate time with your new-found soulmate in your memory.

"I'm sorry." Five's whispered. His fingers were tracing the border of the bandages covering your hand.

"For what? You didn't hurt me." You admired his hair, contemplating how soft they would feel under your fingers.

"Yes I did. I was a hitman. I got stabbed, I barely survived an explosion, I hurt myself in the apocalypse so many times that I'm surprised I didn't die from an infection-" Your furrowed brow made him ponder. "You never got hurt because of me?"

"Nope. Never. Did you?" He shook his head. His fingers slowed their motions on your hand, telltale of his mind working at light speed. You couldn't stop yourself this time and reached for his dark strands, combing your fingers through their softness. For a tiny second, Five tensed, stopping his ministrations simultaneously but soon relaxed and leaned into your hand. You smiled and massaged his scalp just like your mother did to you when you weren't well. "Maybe our bond couldn't link us through the timelines." He sighed before a tired smile stretched his lips. "I'm glad."

You giggled, trying to suppress the yawn building in your throat, but failing miserably. A kiss fell on your uninjured hand followed by a stroke on the cheek. "Get some sleep." Your whine got a chuckle from him. "We'll have plenty of time after we stop the apocalypse." A last kiss landed on your forehead and Five moved to get up. "Good night, mon âme soeur."

You smiled at his flawless use of French. "Bonne nuit, my soulmate"

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Just after breakfast (read here the rest of yesterday's diner) everyone gathered in the bunker to assess yours and your brother's powers.

"So, Roo can kinda dematerialize himself? I don't know how to explain it." The Hargreeves were all sat on couches, watching them intently. Vanya had woken up and was briefed of the recent events.

"Just show us." Diego played with a knife, obviously bored.

Andrew placed himself in the middle of the room while you joined Five and sit on the ground between his legs. Andrew pointed to Klaus who was fiddling with a controller. "Throw it at me."

The surprised cough of Klaus made you giggle. His left hand went to his chest dramatically, his eyes wide. "Me? Throw an innocent controller at you?" Letting go of the act, Klaus' eyes returned to normal, a smile on his face. "Fine."

The throw was messy and weak, hitting its target on the chest nonetheless before falling to the ground and a back piece of it broke. Your twin lifted his arms as to say "see?" He then pointed to Diego, shiny knife still in hands. "Throw it at me. Don't hold back and don't deviate."

The room stopped breathing. "Sorry, what?" Diego was incredulous, just like everyone else, minus you.

Confident, Andrew nodded. "You heard me. Bring it on."

Allison and Vanya tried to dissuade their brother, clearly afraid that someone would be gravely hurt in this process. "You asked for it." You weren't surprised by the amount of force Diego put behind his throw. The knife flew at an incredible speed, passing right through Andrew leaving no hole, no blood, nothing. On the other side, the wall wasn't as lucky.

"What?!" Diego was on his feet in a second, quickly getting to his knife to inspect it while your brother flashed a smug grin. "Things pass through you?" His eyes went from the broken controller at their feet to the weapon, trying to figure out what really happened.

"When I want them to." Hands digging in his pants pockets, Andrew swung himself on his heels and toes. "It comes very handy in fights."

You had indeed witnessed a fight between Roo and 3 bigger tugs, the outcome hasn't surprised you, but seeing it was very impressive. He had to time his punches so his body would be fully materialized when the punch landed all the while taking care that his body was dematerialized for any punch threw at him. His power had no secret for him and he mastered it completely. Unlike you, who lacked practice.

Andrew then sit on the floor, his eyes not leaving yours. It was your turn. You nodded. Your nervosity was making your hands shake a bit. It has been a while since you last used your power and you were scared that you would embarrass yourself in front of the perfectly trained Hargreeves. A deep breath entered your lungs before you concentrated on visualizing Roo's soul.

You could see it neatly, a pale ivory flame softly floating within Andrew's seated form. You projected your own soul forward, reaching for the silky edges of your brother's and pushed him into the back seat. You took control of his body, slight nausea hitting you in the first seconds. You blinked quickly, adjusting to your new vessel and assessed the scene before your new eyes.

Your real body was laid down on the floor with a panicking Five leaning over it. He slowly shook its shoulders, your name falling from his lips in an urgent tone. Allison and Vanya scurried to help him, Klaus and Diego watched seemingly paralyzed and Luther was the one to slap the back of your current head.

"What's happening to her?"

"I'm fine. I told you, my body just shut down when I project myself." A furious Five raised his head to meet your eyes and you suddenly felt very small despite Andrew being taller than the blue-eyed boy.

"Y/N? It's you in Andrew's body?" You nodded, unsure of what you just got into. "You didn't tell us shit!" His harsh tone caused a lump to form in your throat, blocking almost completely your airways. You knew you'd screw something up. Andrew's soul became agitated, its pure ivory slightly turning grey on the edges. You could feel his anger at the back of your mind, his need to punch something. I don't care that this midget is your soulmate. He better watch how he talks to you. You cringed at Andrew's thoughts.

"Sorry." You muttered. You quickly projected yourself back into your body to try and appease everyone. You pondered if leaving the room was a good idea, fleeing from the trouble you had just created and more importantly, trying to forget Five's anger directed at you. The ex-assassin was thinking ahead of you, because even before you could set up your mind, a hand caught yours keeping you in place. He helped you get into a seated position and positioned himself right behind you, encasing you with his legs on each side of yours.

Five's muscles on your back softened only slightly. Allison stayed close by despite everyone else regaining their initial place. "Now can you explain?" You didn't want to meet their eyes in fear of what you would see, so you kept your eyes low.

"I can project myself into someone else's body. It’s like I take the wheel of their body and they are in the backseat. They can still see and hear what’s happening and when I get out, they remember everything. They just don’t know it was me.” You paused, trying to see if you missed anything. “Oh, and I can hear their thoughts and access their memories too. That’s pretty much it.”

“So you can possess anyone?” Andrew obviously didn’t like Diego’s tone despite it being a legitimate question.

“As far as I know, yes. But I’ve not used my power much and I would never use my power on you guys. I’m not dumb.”

Diego lifted his hands in the air in surrender even though his face clearly showed that he didn’t believe you. Klaus' way of watching you, elbows on his knees, eyes reduced to slits, a hand under his chin, set off alarms in your head. A stupid comment was coming your way. “Sooo. How is it to have, ya know, an extra appendage?” You nearly choked on your saliva at the pretty forward inquiry and your brain went blank for a second. You should have known. It was written in the sky that Klaus would get stuck at THAT fact.

“Seriously Klaus?” Allison wasn’t impressed. Like. At all.

You shivered at the memory of the first time you tried your power. You didn’t know what it was at the time, so you let Andrew persuade you to try it on him. The trick was, you two were kids back then and Andrew had a very tiny bladder. To top it all, you didn’t know how to get out of his body yet. “Eeeeh. J’essaye de pas y penser? Parce que c’est inconfortable pis troublant en criss.” “I try not to think about it? Because it’s really uncomfortable and fucking disturbing.” The reboot of your brain apparently forgot to change the default language from Canadian French to English, causing a chorus of what? in the room. A very familiar laugh followed suit, annoying and embarrassing at the same time. Your only comfort was found in the shape of Five’s arms wrapping around your waist.

“How long can you last into someone else’s body?” Five’s hot breath in your ear made you shiver for a totally new reason. You would have loved it if the moment hasn’t been broken.

“That’s what she said!” You were very, very close to hit someone, them being Roo or Klaus, you had no preference. Back at home, you weren’t known for your patience, quite the opposite. Your nickname wasn’t Panda for nothing. You liked to pick fights, even if it meant some black eyes at the end of the day. You tried to get up, escape the grip keeping you on your butt, with no big results.

“I need an answer.” The serious look on his face made you stop squirming.

“So far? An hour? A bit more? Why?”

Five nodded, a content smile on his perfect lips. His head tilted a bit to the side and he watched you like it was the first time he ever saw you. “You can stop the apocalypse.”

Andrew’s unstoppable laugh abruptly came to an end at those words. “I’m sorry. She what now?”

…………………………….

The plan was brilliant, not that you expected anything less from Five. The only issue was that you would need to take over someone’s body for way, way longer than an hour. The only way for you to do just that was to practice. And boy, did you practice. The Hargreeves way.

You panted, the return to your original body was brutal and spontaneous. Every muscle in your body was screaming in pain, your lungs were burning and your heart was a movement away from exploding. You laid on the couch, staying as steady as possible to appease your aching frame. If it wasn’t enough, even your mind felt on fire. The multiple jumps from body to another was getting its toll on your mind and to help your cause, the ones you possessed were instructed to fight you back as much as they could.

The Hargreeves and Andrew rotated between themselves to be your target. Undoubtedly, Diego was against it, but after some persuasion Five’s-style, he soon joined the training and damn did he fight you whenever his turn came.

Each day you made progress, but as soon as you hit the pillow at the end of the day, you were gone for a good 14 hours to be able to function again. On the good side, you were now able to stay in a calm host for more than a day and managed to keep a hostile one for a good 10 hours. At one point, Five had instructed you to jump from a host to another one. You had shown him the middle finger as quickly as your suffering muscles allowed you, indulging to his demands nonetheless. Jumping from a person to another was difficult to say the least. You often lose focus while transferring, catapulting yourself back into your own body or the second host would immediately put you K.O. the moment you tried to push them in the back seat.

It was safe to say that you hated these trainings. Each time you had to remind yourself why you were doing it and in the end, you made it. It took 2 whole days, but you made it. And today you mastered it.

“You last 9 hours in Luther and 7 in Klaus. That’s more than enough.” Five appeared at your side and took your hand in his, stroking the back of it slowly. You noticed said boys exiting the room to give you both some alone time.

“No more training?” Your hoarse voice made Five frown. He leaned over you to grab something on the coffee table and as carefully as he could, he bring the water bottle to your lips. You make a last effort to take the bottle yourself, not surprised when your hands don’t move an inch.

“No more training. Now you need to rest.” His hands slipped under your shoulders and knees and he lifted you like you weighed nothing. You so desperately wanted to stay awake, enjoy being in his arms before the last lap to stop the apocalypse began so you fought the exhaustion as much as you could.

"You're so beautiful." His comment just above a whisper made you hide your face in the crook of his neck in self-consciousness. You were never one to like receiving compliments, always waving them off or at least say it back. The latter would have been a good option if you weren't scared of where that led you.

"Five?" He hummed, waiting for you to continue. "What if I screw everything up?"

Five finally reached your attributed bed, carefully setting you down on the covers before joining you. He stayed at an acceptable distance from you, so if a certain male was to pass, there shouldn't be any blood spilled. His hand went to your waist, slowly caressing the skin exposed by your misplaced shirt.

"You won't. We trained you for this and I know you can do it. You're my soulmate after all." His signature smirk was back on his lips. His confidence relieved some of the anxiety that was slowly expanding at the back of your mind and you started to think that maybe you could do it. You could really save the world. "What do you miss the most to do? In 2019 I mean."

You furrowed in brow, deep in thoughts. You missed doing a lot of things.

"When I was a kid, once a year my parents would take us to a drive-in movie theatre. I've not done that in a long time." Five found himself reciprocating your dreamy smile.

"It's a date then."

"What?"

"It's a date." He repeated. "The first thing we'll do when we get back is go to that drive-in theatre, then I thought we could go stargazing at one of my favorite place."

It was so unexpected, tears formed into your eyes in a flash despite your best efforts at repressing them. It didn't take long for Five to notice the water rolling down your cheeks, worry tainting his sharp features.

"Shit. Is it too soon?"

"No." The speed of your shaking head almost made you dizzy. "I'd love to go there with you." Even the radiant smile on your face couldn't stop the flow of tears cascading from your eyes, leading Five to see them as happy tears. He smiled in return, reducing the distance between your two bodies to none as he cradled you into his chest, his face buried in your hair.

Your mind wanted to scream at the universe. Yell for the unfairness of your predicament and for how much pain your selfishness would inevitably create.

The events of the day got to you, your mind getting foggier and your breath steadier. As you were about to fall asleep, three little words flew to your ears, soft, almost indiscernible but pretty clear.

"I love you."

Part 3

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy #tua #soulmate #my fic #THE GOOD PART IS COMING

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skepticbeliever-bookclub · 3 years

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Hey, I was wondering if you guys some fics about opposite attract between Shane and Ryan? Thanks

that first, initial feeling - varnes | E, 21k, Complete

“You’re called the Treasure Chest,” Shane says blankly to the man behind the counter, who is looking at him with a completely neutral expression. His name tag suggests that he is called Ryan. “It’s -- literally every sex shop in the history of sex shops was called The Treasure Chest. I’m pretty sure it’s in the by-laws.”

“The by-laws ... for sex shops?” Ryan asks.

Shane fixes him with a look. He sells crystals, which means he’s a con man, which means he’s a deviant of at least some kind, which means he’s been to a sex shop and he knows exactly what Shane means. “Listen,” Shane says, and then nothing else, because Ryan The Counter Man pulls an arm behind his head to stretch and the sight of his surprisingly beefy arms short-circuits Shane’s brain.

The man blinks patiently at him. “I’m listening,” he says, encouragingly.

OR: An AU in which Ryan runs a crystals store, and Shane is beguiled by him anyway.

how big your heart can get (with a little water and sunshine) - abovetheruins | E, 18k, Complete

In which Ryan deals with a new neighbor, nosy employees who care a little too much about his love life, and flowers. Lots and lots of flowers.

Crystal Clear - punk_rock_yuppie | T, 6k, Complete

Shane’s first thought when he sees the guy is, you don’t belong here. His second thought is, arms.

Shane works at a wellness shop. Ryan is a customer.

flitting eyes, fast beating hearts - popkin16 | E, 12k, Complete

Paranormal investigator Ryan Bergara is forced to spend the night with his rival, professional nonbeliever Shane Madej.

Great. Just great.

Resuscitation, Sounding Heartbeats - Steeella | M, 17k, Complete

"Very funny," he said shakily, looking nervously at the pair. Shane was now avoiding his gaze, not the usual emotion for someone who just pulled a wicked prank. "Yeah, that’s a good one. Now, we need to decide-"

"I’m not joking, Mr Bergara," Madame Alexandrina said. "Or should I say, Mr. Bergara-Madej."

And oh, fate was nasty. Because now the name that had chased Ryan’s nightmares and taunted him wherever he went was the second half of his own.

He really ought to have learned to read the terms and conditions.

Little Bit Magical - blacktofade | E, 19k, Complete

Shane is a demon in need of healing and Ryan just so happens to have magic that can heal him. When Ryan needs protection from someone trying to steal his soul, they strike a deal to save each other.

stay the night with the sinners - bodhirookes | E, 85k, Complete

“Enjoy recess?”

Ryan doesn’t recoil, even as his stomach does. “Yes.”

Shane Madej doesn’t back down at the cold, one-worded answer. On the contrary, it makes his grin widen until Ryan can see every single one of his big, pointed teeth.

“I’m sure the City of Angels really does it for you, Bergmeister. Lots of innocent, impressionable souls. It’s like an all-you-can-eat buffet out there.”

“Sounds like it’s more your speed. And don’t call me that—I’ll light you up with Holy Fire before you even have the time to take it back.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” Shane cooes, stooping closer. Ryan hates him, hates the icy-hot cavity that forms in his gut at the sight of his unruly hair and his black, black eyes. “L.A.’s big enough for the both of us, sweetheart. We can share.”

Or, Steven Lim, an angel, and Andrew Ilnyckyj, a demon, flee Heaven and Hell to be together, and Ryan Bergara, an angel, is forced to serve on the jury for their trial. He hates every single second of it, and Shane Madej, one of the oldest Greater demons around, is constantly there to remind him why Heaven and Hell should never be allowed to fraternize.

Why Don't You Get Up and Make Me? - Golden4278 | E, 33k, Complete

A woman’s body is found at the bottom of a staircase with multiple blows to the head. Her husband was the only witness. Straightforward murder case, right? Prosecutor Shane Madej thinks so. Maybe it’s not so simple. Ryan Bergara is a defense attorney seeking redemption after a recent fall from grace. He knows his client is innocent, but how far is he willing to go to prove it? Can Shane protect Ryan from the truth while maintaining his professionalism? And can the two rivals keep their hands off each other in the process?

Lost a fic? Check out our fic found tag, and if you still can’t find it, send us an ask!

#fic search #fic found #shyan #skeptic believer #sbbookclub #opposites attract #blueblossomsblog

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happyandticklish · 3 years

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Just The Way You Are

Notes: For the ask by @ohitsophia who requested a Breakfast club fic with Brian and Andy. This was super fun to write! Love these two! :)

Summary: Brian is feeling insecure and Andrew helps assure him that his fears are unwarranted.

The boys were hanging out after school, something that had suddenly become a tradition between the two. It all started when Andy approached Brian one day and asked if he wanted to play some ball in the driveway. Brian had said yes. The two never really got around to playing ball, as first Brian had wanted something to drink, which led to Andy making some comment about underage drinking, which led to Brian making a joke about getting high off lemonade, which in turn led to the two laughing their asses off in Andrew’s kitchen and eventually going downstairs to play video games.

The next time Brian had approached him, and thus it became their way that one of them would grab the other and ask them to do some arbitrary task with them that would never be accomplished. Andrew had never thought he would have a friend like Brian, but as they hung out more and more he started to question why he would ever think that would be a bad thing.

They were hanging out in his basement one day after Andy had invited Brian over to play some cards (cards that now lay discarded upon the table), and the boy in turn was telling some story about the time he and his friends had gone skinny dipping in the town creek on a dare. Brian had been chuckling as he described trying to get mud off of their unmentionables that night, but his chuckles slowly faded out as he got lost in thought. Andy noticed and paused. “Is everything alright?”

“Hmm?” Brian asked, flushing as he realized Andrew had noticed. “Uh, yeah. Everything’s fine.”

“Then what’s up, man?”

Brian picked at the hem of his sweater, the strings slowly fraying between his fingers. “I was just thinking about how you—well, all your friends really—can just skinny-dip and have it not be a big deal.”

Andrew snorted, shaking his head. “Well I mean, it wasn’t exactly a casual thing.”

“No, I know,” Brian agreed hastily. “I just meant that I could never do that. I could never… show off like that.”

“How come?” Andrew asked immediately, before quickly adding, “If you want to share, that is. No pressure or anything.”

Brian inhaled sharply, the words clearly coming difficult to him. In the end he exhaled them in one sharp rush, ripping the band-aid off to make it less painful. “I’m just not fit and cool like you guys, you know? I’m a… I’m a dweeb. I’m just this tiny, skinny thing with noodle arms and stomach fat where there should be abs and sometimes I worry that you just hang out with me because you feel sorry for me.”

He clamped his mouth shut afterwards, as though trying to reclaim the words that had escaped him. Face red with mortification, he kept his gaze stubbornly on the wall across from him and waited for Andrew to say something, anything.

Finally Andrew opened his mouth, but the words he spoke next were not the ones Brian was expecting. “Dude, why would that matter?”

Brian wrinkled his brow, crossing his arms defensively. “What do you mean? Of course it matters. Every other guy you hang out with is a buff, ripped stud that could wipe the floor with me. What on earth would you need me for?”

“I don’t hang out with you because of what you look like!” Andy scoffed, scooting closer so that Brian was forced to look him in the eyes. “I hang out with you because you’re cool. I like talking with you, and hanging out with you after school, just the two of us shooting the shit. You’re one of the smartest people I know, and excel at every class we’re in. You have an opinion on like, every topic, and you get super excited about things that most people would think are dumb or stupid. But you never give a shit what they think! That’s what I like about you; you’re just you, unapologetically, and you never change even if people think it’s weird or strange. If anything, I look up to you.”

Brian blinked at him, stunned by the outburst. At most he had expected a half-assed comment on how he wasn’t that bad, but this was so much better than he could have possibly hoped for. He stared at the ground, hoping Andrew wouldn’t see how much those simple words had meant to him.

“And hey.” Andy bumped his shoulder affectionately. “I like the way you look. You shouldn’t let anyone get down on you for that.”

“Really?” Brian asked, raising an eyebrow. “Even though I’m not some fit jock who could bench press a hundred pregnant elephants?”

Andrew laughed at the example, placing a hand on Brian’s knee and squeezing it reassuringly. “Especially because of that.” He noticed the way the other boy flinched slightly at his touch, and a glimmer came into his eyes. “But do you want to know why I’m most grateful you’re not some, as you call it, fit jock who could bench press a hundred pregnant elephants?”

Brian eyed him skeptically. “Why?”

“Because without all that muscle in the way, it makes it that much easier to tickle you!”

Brian’s eyes widened at the words, and before he knew what was happening, wiggling fingers were digging into his sides and forcing surprised giggles from his lips. “A-Ahahandrew!”

“What’s wrong?” Andy teased. “Does it tickle?”

“F-Fuhuhuck yohou!”

“Bold words from someone with a ticklish tummy in my vicinity.”

Brian squeaked as Andrew’s hand came down suddenly in a claw, vibrating across his stomach. Brian’s hands immediately came down to grab his wrist, but past that he did very little to actually protect himself. “Dohohon’t cahahall ihihit thahahahat!”

“Why?” Andy asked in a tone of mock innocence.

“B-Behehecause!”

“Because…” Andy used his other hand to scribble fingers on the lower parts of his stomach. “It makes it tickle more?”

Brian screeched, kicking his legs out wildly, but behind the hysterical giggles there was a genuine smile on his face. As soon as he saw it, Andrew knew this was helping. Though they had never officially discussed it, it wasn’t a secret to anyone that Brian liked to be tickled. All it had taken was a couple of teasing pokes and little resistance on the other side to prove the fact to them. So, whenever Brian was feeling down, Andrew took it upon himself to personally cheer the other up. Brian always complained afterwards, but hours later, after Andrew thought he had forgotten about it, Brian would mumble a thank you under his breath and Andy would feel his heart swell to know that he had made his friend happy.

Andrew didn’t go too hard on him, getting the sense that he needed something else right then. He climbed his fingers up and down his sides in continuous loops, just brushing the edges of his armpits before jumping back down to his stomach unexpectedly. By the end of the process, Brian was a mess of silly giggles with a beaming grin plastered across his face. Andy sat back against the couch, satisfied in his mission.

“You’re… you’re mean,” Brian pointed out, panting a little as he fought to regain his lost breath.

“And you love it.”

Brian refused to say anything to the comment, but Andy knew that meant he was right.

The two were silent for a moment, and then Andrew hesitantly said, “You know I meant what I said, right? I like hanging out with you man; no matter what your body type or “cool” status. You’re my friend, and friends don’t judge each other.”

Brian tugged at his lip, giving a sigh of reluctance. “Yeah, I know. Thanks. For saying all that I mean. Nobody’s ever… you know, wanted to be my friend before.”

Andrew grinned, reaching over and punching him lightly in the shoulder. “Of course, man.”

Brian sat up suddenly, his brows furrowing in that way they did when he had an idea. “You know though, there was one flaw in your argument.”

Andrew frowned warily. “Oh yeah?”

Brian nodded, turning to face him with a shit-eating grin. “You said that not being a fit jock makes me easier to t-tickle.” Brian blushed at his own stutter, forging on anyway. “But what I think you’re forgetting here is that fit jocks can be just as sensitive as I am.”

Andy was confused for a moment as he processed his words, and then he too was grinning. His was of a more helpless nature, however, as he backed up on the couch, holding out one hand in a warning gesture. “N-Now wait just a minute, you don’t have to do thihihis—nohohoho!”

Brian quickly tackled him and the day was lost to the two as it quickly transformed into a playful, laughter-filled evening. Afterwards Andrew got him back tenfold, but Brian found he didn’t really mind.

What was a little bit of tickling between friends?

#tickle fic #request #answered request #the breakfast club #brian johnson #andrew clark #80's movies #tickling #fanfic #fanfiction

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senstia · 4 years

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Bisexual Matt having a crush on Neil??? Andrew noticing???

yes yess heres some angst and a huge dose of soft and fluffy andreil of course, i love writing neil defending andrew❤️

Andrew couldn’t help but notice, it had been pathetically obvious, truly. Andrew had been hyperaware of the fact that many people found Neil attractive and that even more had crushes on him since he had met Neil. It was just a fact of life. Neil was happily oblivious of course, his gaze only ever focused on Andrew or Exy. Andrew never had a reason to be jealous, or suspicious, not when Neil was so perfectly loyal, not when he unquestioningly gave every ounce of his love, attention, and trust to Andrew with no hesitation. But this was different. Concerning. Not because Andrew was threatened... but because it was... Matt.

Andrew had known Matt cared for Neil, loved him. He had just assumed it was brotherly. Besides, Matt was dating Dan. But now Dan and Matt had been broken up for months and Andrew had noticed Matt’s lingering stares. Matt’s eyes would sparkle whenever Neil spoke, his eyes would flick to Neil’s lips every once in a while. He laughed at Neil more than normal. He found more reasons to casually touch him. Neil didn’t notice, or didn’t care. Neil loved Matt, Matt was Neil’s best friend. But it was quite obvious more than friendship was on Matt’s mind.

Right now Andrew was watching Neil give Matt pointers on his math homework. Matt soaked up every word Neil said, gave every ounce of his attention to listening to Neil, looking at him, and Andrew knew damn well nobody cared that much about math homework. Neil leaned over to write something on Matt’s paper, their fingers brushing. Matt seemed to freeze at the contact. He brushed his hand back against Neil’s. Neil barely noticed, just glanced down for a second and then lifted his hand to write again. Andrew wanted to hit Neil. How could he be so stupid? Andrew shouldn’t have been surprised. Back when Andrew had a crush on Neil, Neil had never noticed, he literally had had to spell it out for him. The idiot. And now Neil was just as oblivious to Matt’s crush too.

And then they were at Eden’s. Neil had invited the upperclassmen, so that meant Matt had come along. Neil usually stayed back and sat with Andrew while the others danced but today Matt had looked at Neil nervously and asked if Neil wanted to come dance with him. Of course Neil didn’t think anything of it. Neil looked to Andrew, as he always did. Andrew just gave him an unimpressed stare.

“Go ahead.”

Neil nodded and followed Matt to the dance floor. Andrew was curious as to what would happen. At first they danced a few inches apart. Andrew’s blood heated at the sight of Neil’s lithe body moving under the strobe lights. But then Matt moved closer. He played it off by saying something to Neil, making it seem like he was only getting closer so that Neil could hear him. Neil stepped closer, leaned in so that he could hear Matt. And then Matt’s eyes were glued to Neil’s lips. Matt’s hands ghosted over Neil’s hips as he stared and stared at those full lips. Finally Neil noticed. Neil looked up at Matt in question. Matt said something and Neil cocked his head to the side, and then nodded. Then suddenly Matt was taking Neil’s hand and leading him out of the club.

Andrew couldn’t help but follow. He got close enough so that he could see and hear everything, but kept himself hidden so they couldn’t see him. Matt was leaned against the wall, Neil standing next to him, looking slightly confused.

“What is it you wanted to talk about?” Neil asked innocently.

Matt rubbed his neck nervously, “Listen Neil there’s something... I-I don’t know. I can’t. I shouldn’t-,” Matt stuttered nervously.

“Matt?” Neil asked, looking concerned. Neil stepped closer to Matt and looked up to his face, “Is everything okay?”

Matt sighed deeply, “I think- I- Can I show you what i’m trying to say? It’s too hard to talk.”

Neil cocked his head to the side, “Okay?”

Matt bit his lip, “Just... don’t tell Andrew.”

Neil immediately froze at the words, taking a step back.

Neil was on the defensive now, “Don’t tell Andrew what?” Neil asked harshly.

Matt took a step closer to Neil, splaying his hands wide, “Please Neil. I just... need to do this.”

Neil just narrowed his eyes and stayed silent, waiting. And then before Neil could react, Matt was kissing him, his hands in Neil’s hair. Neil’s entire body locked at the contact and he shoved Matt away.

“Matt! What the hell?”

Andrew was about half a second away from putting a knife in Matt’s gut but he wanted to see what Neil would do next.

“I-I’m sorry” Matt stuttered, “I had to.”

“What do you mean you had to? Do you like me or something?”

“I’m in love with you Neil,” Matt said miserably.

Neil stepped back. His face hardened.

“Matt thats not... We’re just friends. You’re my best friend.”

“I know Neil. God! I know! You think this is easy for me? I didn’t expect to fall for you. But you’re just... you’re everything Neil. You always have been. I know you don’t feel the same, but I just.. I had to try. Just once. Just don’t tell Andrew. He’ll kill me.”

Neil was shaking his head over and over, stumbling backwards.

“Matt thats... that’s not okay. You know I’m with Andrew. You asked me to hide this from Andrew. I’m sorry Matt. I know this is hard for you and I know l’m being insensitive right now but fuck you. I’m with Andrew. Don’t ever, ever ask me to hide something from him. Especially something like this. Andrew is it for me. I am in love with him. Only him. You know that. Did you really think I would kiss you back? I would never cheat on Andrew, never give him any reason not to trust me. Andrew is the love of my life Matt. You fucking know that. I’ve told you that. So what the hell was that?”

Matt’s entire body was shaking, he looked distraught.

“I know Neil, I know. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I just... I’ve been losing my mind and I’ve wanted to tell you everything for weeks but I knew this would happen and I was terrified and I couldn’t think. Couldn’t talk. I didn’t know how else to show you. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you without permission. I shouldn’t have asked you to hide something from Andrew. I know you two are in love. I know that. I’m so sorry Neil.”

“It’s okay Matt. Just don’t do it again.” Neil said harshly, “I think we should probably take some space for a while, so you can work out your feelings. You’re my best friend. But I’ll never be able to be more than that for you. I need to go find Andrew. Don’t make that face. He’s not going to do anything. He’s not the monster you all think he is.” Neil started to walk away, then glanced back at Matt. “Are you going to be okay?”

Matt smiled a soft, sad smile, “Yeah i’ll be okay. I knew it was always going to be this way. Some space is probably best though. I’ll see you around Neil.”

Neil just nodded and walked away. Andrew intercepted him. Right when Neil saw Andrew he knew he had heard the whole thing. Andrew didn’t look angry, or tense. He looked calm and at peace. Andrew just gestured to the car and Neil followed. Once they were inside they both sat in silence for a moment, neither moving.

“Drew?” Neil said softly.

“Hmm?”

Neil just looked at him, waiting.

Andrew sighed, “I already knew Boyd loved you.”

Neil blinked, “You did? How?”

Andrew rolled his eyes, “Not everyone is as oblivious as you Neil.”

Neil huffed out a laugh and lifted a hand to Andrew’s cheek. Andrew nodded a yes and Neil stroked his cheek over and over as he stared at him.

“Only you Drew. I’ll only ever love you, only ever want you. No one else matters.”

Andrew didn’t have the words. When he had heard Neil say all those beautiful things to Matt, defending him, loving him, he had felt like his heart might explode. How was it that this silver tongued beautiful redhead loved him... he didn’t know. But he’d cherish it every day til he died. Because Neil was it for him too. The only one he loved, the only one he wanted, forever. It had taken him long enough to admit those things to himself. To Neil. Now that he was comfortable enough to let himself feel it, say it, it was everything.

“Me too,” Andrew whispered roughly, “Only you Junkie.”

“Yes or no?”

Andrew answered by leaning in and kissing those perfect lips, cupping Neil’s perfect face in his hands. Neil pulled back and brushed his nose against Andrew’s, their foreheads together. They stayed that way for a while, just quiet, breathing each other in. Andrew had never had someone who loved him so unapologetically, who defended him and trusted him and stuck by him through every dark turn. It struck him stupid every time he thought of how Neil loved him. It didn’t seem real. Pipe dream.

Andrew didn’t realize he had said that last phrase aloud until Neil replied.

“I’m not. I will always love you Andrew. I will defend you and stick by you and trust you every day for as long as you let me.”

“I know. Me too,” Andrew took a deep breath, “I heard everything you said to Matt. Thank you.” Andrew’s voice was rough with emotion.

Neil lifted his head, kissed Andrew softly on the forehead.

“No thank yous. I will always choose you. Always tell you. Always defend you. Don’t ever expect anything less.”

Andrew just sighed and twined his hands in Neil’s hair, “Okay.”

After a while Neil winced, “I think I was a little too harsh with him.”

“He’ll be fine. He knew it was going to happen.”

“Do you think he’ll ever be my friend again?”

Andrew shrugged, “I’m sure he’ll get over it. It will take time though. Boyd is the sensitive type.”

Neil cringed, “Oops,” and then asked, “How did you know he had feelings for me?”

“Because I recognized the symptoms.”

“The symptoms of what?”

“Of loving Neil Josten.”

Neil’s cheeks flushed a deep red. He leaned in close. “Yes or no?”

Andrew nodded and leaned in too. He expected a kiss but Neil wrapped Andrew in a tight embrace, tucking his head into the crook of Andrew’s neck. They held each other tightly for long minutes. Neither of them hugged anyone very often but sometimes it was a way to convey their love when words just weren’t enough. After a while Neil sighed.

“I love you so much Drew.”

Andrew just stroked his fingers soothingly along Neil’s back, “I love you too Junkie.”

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zayamoone-old · 3 years

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TF2 Mage AU

A Team Fortress 2 AU where magic exists and I change the storyline.

Hi! I don’t post here often, so I thought I’d change that by posting something that’s been occupying my thoughts for a while: a TF2 mage AU! When I discovered that a mage AU didn’t exist (at least, not any that I could find), I just had to take it upon myself to make one of my own. So, here are all of the ideas I currently have for the AU! Note that (eventually) this will become a written story. How long that will take, I have no clue. I still need a plot (if you have any plot ideas please please let me know; I’m desperate).

Basic Premise/World Info

The premise of the AU is, obviously, that mages exist. When people reach a certain age, they are allowed to start learning a single type of magic. There are many different magic types, ranging from elemental magic to dark magic. When a mage reaches a certain skill level, they are given a Familiar. They do not get to pick their Familiar- their Familiar picks them. They then keep their Familiar as a pet. The Familiar’s state of health, life span, and mood are synced with their owners (so for example, when their owner is sick the Familiar is sick, when the owner is sad the Familiar is sad, when the owner dies the Familiar dies, etc.). There are some people who choose not to take up a type of magic. These people are creatively referred to as Nomages, and in some cultures are looked down upon (though the same could be said about Mages).

Some things to clear up about the altered side of the AU are 1) The BLU team does not exist; I never saw a need for the two teams, and having them both just leads to basic and generally overused plot lines, 2) Australium doesn’t exist!! No immortality crap, 3) Gray Mann is the younger brother of Redmond and Blutarch (Red and Blu are still twins) and does not have a ridiculous story of him being able to talk since birth and being raised by eagles and whatnot, and 4) Saxton Hale is not very important to the plot. In fact, he’s actually dead in this AU. I wasn’t going to include him at all because I don’t like him and I couldn’t figure out how to fit him in, but a friend of mine actually had a cool idea for him being dead that I’ll elaborate on later.

Anyways, with all that out of the way, it’s time to introduce the characters!

Characters (headcanons and other details will be saved for asks)

Offense Classes (Elemental Mages)

Scout

Name: Jeremy Andrews

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

POB: Boston, Massachusetts, USA

Age: 27

Magic Type: Wind

Uses his magic to move faster, jump higher, and knock back enemies. I’d imagine he’d also use it to propel himself past or over enemies to land in front of or on top of them.

Decided to learn wind magic for basically the canon reason: he wanted to get the upper hand in fights, and also wanted to manage to beat his brothers to fights. So, instead of Speed magic, he decided to take up Wind magic since not only did it make him faster, but it is a great tool for fighting.

Soldier

Name: Jane Doe

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual, he really has no preference

POB: Minneapolis, Missouri, USA

Age: 50

Magic Type: Earth

Uses his magic to reach high places and throw literal boulders at people; basically a replacement for his RPG.

Took up earth magic to thereotically assist him in WWII (because if he’s a mage, they’d have to accept him, right?). He also found being able to throw destructive boulders to be incredibly helpful in any fight.

Pyro

Name: ???

Gender: Nobody knows, everybody just refers to them as a they or an it.

Sexuality: Aromantic asexual

POB: ???

Age: ???

Magic Type: Fire

Fire.

Idk what to tell you man they just really like fire.

Doesn’t have the optical mask; they see everything as it really is, but their behavior towards fire and death and destruction remains the same. They still like unicorns and rainbows.

Defense Classes (Trait Mages)

Engineer

Name: Dell Conagher

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Mostly straight, but he leans both ways. Ultimately, he doesn’t care much about relationships.

POB: Bee Cave, Texas, USA

Age: 43

Magic Type: N/A (Nomage)

Doesn’t see a need to learn magic, he already has enough skill in the engineering field.

Was mainly hired because his family worked for the Admin’s family for decades. And also because, y’know, he’s one of the smartest people on the planet.

Heavy

Name: Mikhail 'Misha' Morozov

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

POB: Dzhugdzhur Mountains, Khabarovsk Krai, USSR

Age: 57

Magic Type: Strength

Uses his magic to make himself inhumanly strong whenever he so chooses. This means he can switch from oh so gentle to strong enough to crush bone in seconds.

Took up Strength magic after he escaped the gulag to better protect his family, should the need arise.

Demoman

Name: Tavish DeGroot

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

POB: Ullapool, Scotland

Age: 49

Magic Type: Leaping

His magic basically just lets him jump really high (higher than Scout can go with his magic). This lets him shoot/throw grenades/bombs from more effective and destructive distances.

Mostly took up Leaping magic just to get his mom off his back about him learning magic. His father was a Leaping Mage, so Demo simply followed in his footsteps.

Support Classes (Arcane Mages)

Medic

Name: Dr. Ludwig Humboldt

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

POB: Stuttgart, Germany

Age: 45

Magic Type: Necromancy

Familiar: Archimedes - Dove

Uses his magic to revive people, heal people, and communicate with the dead.

Took up the controversial art of necromancy to aid in his job. This eventually cost him his medical license.

Ngl I'm super excited to write Necromancer Medic I'm really happy with this concept help

Sniper

Name: Mick Mundy

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

POB: Whyalla, Australia

Age: 28

Magic Type: Shadow

Familiar: Hunter - Australian Shepard

Uses his magic to teleport into and transform into shadows. This is helpful for sneaking in between watchtowers and passing people unseen.

Began learning Shadow magic before he was even a sniper. He has always been an introvert and wanted to be able to get through crowds unseen and hide from people without being found.

Despite his young age, he already has a Familiar. He's just that much of a professional.

Is actually from Australia and the Mundys are his birth parents.

Spy

Name: Eugène Baudelaire

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

POB: Bordeaux, France

Age: 46

Magic Type: Mind

Familiar: Jacques - Birman

Uses his magic to read minds, bend wills, and use telepathy. These abilities all have some limits, but they are incredibly useful nonetheless.

Always enjoyed being sneaky and deceitful as a child, and as he got older he started learning Mind magic. This combined with his cunning nature and Dell's cloaking technology makes him one of the most stealthy and dangerous men in existence.

Although he denies it, he loves Jacques more than anything or anybody else. He'll often let the cat curl up on his lap while he's reading a magazine in his smoking room.

Other Characters

The Administrator

Name: Helen Callaway

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Aromantic asexual. People are horrid.

POB: Bristol, UK

Age: 56

Magic Type: N/A (Nomage)

Runs Team Fortress and uses them for her own needs.

A family friend of the Manns who took over TF after all the Mann brothers were m y s t e r i o u s l y murdered.

Miss Pauling

Name: Allison Pauling

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Closeted lesbian

POB: Like. America or something. (Madison, Wisconsin for now idk)

Age: 31

Magic Type: N/A (Nomage)

A close friend and long-time assitant to the Admin. Eagerly helps her run TF.

Redmond Mann

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

POB: England or somewhere, idfk. The Manns are British or something right?

Age: 89

Magic Type: Fire

Before his and Blutarch's death, he ran the RED team. After his death, the remains of his team consisted of only Pyro, Engie, Demo, and Spy.

Never used his magic. They only reason he learned Fire magic was to try to get the upper hand on his twin.

Blutarch Mann

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

POB: Ditto

Age: 89

Magic Type: Ice

Ran the BLU team before he died and the two teams were merged. After his death, his team consisted of only Scout, Soldier, Heavy, Medic, and Sniper. Since he had more people on his team at the end, he counts this as a win for him.

Also never used his magic. Learned Ice magic also to try to get the upper hand as his brother. Their magic types basically cancelled each other out, so this was not helpful in the slightest.

Gray Mann

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight, but couldn't care less

POB: Ditto

Age: 84

Magic Type: Shadow

Familiar: Delta - Bald Eagle

After he murdered his older brothers, he took over TF Industries and merged RED and BLU to create Team Fortress.

Took up Shadow magic in preparation for the day he would get what he wanted. It also comes in handy for literally anything illegal.

Saxton Hale

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

POB: A U S T R A L I A .

Age: 37

Magic Type: Strength

Ran TF Industries in its early days alongside the Mann twins before he died.

Learned Strength magic to better wrestle animals. That's it.

Idolized by literally only Soldier. Everybody else is like "Yeah no that guy was an idiot."

Wow. That was a lot to write, and I did it all in one sitting. It is late. I am losing the ability to comprehend any thoughts.

So anyways, I'd love to hear your guys' thoughts on this!! It's a heavy WIP, so I'd appreciate feedback and suggestions ;) Also, please feel free to submit asks about the AU!! It'd help a lot with its development! Also, plot ideas would be MUCH appreciated. Literally the only thing that ever prevents me from writing is my inability to come up with a plot. So if you have literally ANY ideas, please do submit them via an ask! I'd love to hear them, no matter how stupid you think they may be!

That's all for now! I'll post writing and art for the AU whenever I get around to that. Stay tuned, and please do send me your thoughts! I'll see you all later ✨

#tf2 #tf2 au #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 administrator #tf2 miss pauling #mage au #alternate universe #tf2 mage au #necromancer medic #sniper would totally name a dog hunter

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bytheangell · 3 years

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Go the Distance

( @shadowhunterbingo Square: Long Distance) (Reyhill, light angst, happy ending, canon compliant) (Read on AO3)

“It’ll be over before you know it,” Lorenzo says, trying to sound reassuring. “It’s only a month.”

Andrew, objectively, knows that a month really isn’t that much time in the grand scheme of things. He knows it’s practically the blink of an eye to an immortal. But when you’re still in a relatively new relationship, the idea of being apart for an entire month has a way of making itself feel like the end of the world.

“Yeah, I know,” Andrew says, trying not to make a huge deal out of it. “It isn’t like you can’t just portal back to visit, too. Or maybe I could come to visit you? I can see if Alec will shift my off days so I have a couple together,” he adds hopefully. At least, Andrew hopes he manages to keep his tone at ‘hopeful’ and not ‘desperate’, which is a line he’s afraid of crossing just then.

“Perhaps,” Lorenzo says. “It isn’t as if I’m on vacation there - I will be working most of the time, but I’m sure I can manage a bit of ‘off time’ as well,” he allows. Andrew wonders if he’s simply trying to keep his expectations realistic or if he’s trying to tell Andrew he’s totally fine with the time apart - maybe he even wants it.

Andrew tries not to overthink as he kisses Lorenzo goodbye.

---

Andrew does not succeed in his attempts to not overthink it. He tries to wait for Lorenzo to call him first because he doesn’t want to come across as clingy or needy - after all, Lorenzo doesn’t seem to have a problem at all with being away, and if he doesn’t then neither does Andrew. Or so he tries to convince himself.

Andrew makes it two days before he’s dialing Lorenzo’s number on his lunch break. It rings to voicemail. He tries again toward the end of his break and this time it goes straight to voicemail without ringing.

Andrew winces.

He gets a call back while out on patrol, and it takes all of his self-control not to answer it the moment he feels the phone vibrating in his pocket. Instead he sends a quick, ‘sorry, patrol’, and almost immediately gets a return ‘Of course, be safe, dear’. Sighing, Andrew pockets his phone again and finishes out the patrol.

He gets back at 2 am, which is 8 am in Spain, and tries again, stifling a yawn as Lorenzo picks up.

“Why are you not asleep?” Lorenzo says at the sound.

“Miss you, too,” Andrew says.

Lorenzo laughs. “Of course I miss you,” he says. “How was patrol?”

If Lorenzo is annoyed with him for calling twice earlier or only waiting a day and a half to call at all, he doesn’t show it. They chat for a little while - not nearly long enough, but Lorenzo has to go to meet his client and Andrew really should get some sleep - and hang up with the promise to talk again soon.

---

Soon ends up being the next day, which is wonderful… until that’s the last time Andrew hears from Lorenzo for the better part of a week.

He expects it, which makes the wait a little more tolerable. Lorenzo warned him that they had to make a trip to a particular subsection of ley lines located in a very remote area, and that most of his energy would be depleted from the spells they’d be performing there… but that doesn’t make Andrew worry less over the continued silence. Especially not imagining Lorenzo repeatedly draining himself somewhere he can’t call for help, magically or the mundane way.

“Everything alright?” Alec’s voice greets him, drawing his attention from his phone back to reality.

“How do you do it?” Andrew asks. Magnus is also in Spain, just for the week to help out with what Lorenzo described as a ‘gradual gathering of magic’, some rituals performed daily along with very intricate potion brewing.

“Do what?” Alec frowns.

“How do you deal with not hearing from him, given...” Andrew motions vaguely around him, not quite willing to vocalize the concept of their lives being dangerous and literally life-threatening on a daily basis sometimes.

“It sucks,” Alec says honestly. “But it’s part of our lives. Sometimes we get called away for longer missions or trips to Idris, too. The portals help, when they can, but sometimes you just have to wait it out and know that as much as you’ll always do everything in your power to come home safe to him, he’ll do the same for you.”

It’s spoken like someone who gives themself this particular pep talk pretty frequently… Andrew wonders how many times he can go through this, and surprises himself when he immediately thinks ‘however many I have to’ in response.

---

It’s a long six days, but finally, Andrew’s phone rings and Lorenzo’s name flashes across the screen, bringing an immediate smile of relief to his face.

“Ren,” Andrew says, sure the smile can be heard in his tone.

“Andrew,” Lorenzo’s voice greets him. He sounds exhausted.

“How are you doing?” Andrew asks, hoping Lorenzo will supply the information without him fishing for it, or implying that his boyfriend sounds awful. Andrew knows how poorly that goes over with Lorenzo after making the mistake once before of telling the warlock he looked tired. Andrew definitely doesn’t want a repeat of those defensive reactions right now.

“I’ve been better,” Lorenzo admits, and Andrew feels an immediate pang of concern, made worse by the fact that he isn’t there to help - or at least to insist Lorenzo rest properly. “But I’ll survive. Nothing a good day of recharging won’t solve.”

“Is that what you’re doing today? Actually resting?” Andrew sounds dubious.

The sound of Lorenzo laughing lightly eases some of Andrew’s concern that he’s downplaying how he feels.

“Yes. And if you talk to Alec, don’t let Magnus take all the glory for a successful first round of spells. He seems to think he was the only one holding that connection together,” Lorenzo huffs.

“We both know you were invited first for a reason,” Andrew is quick to stand by Lorenzo and is rewarded with another laugh.

“Precisely,” Lorenzo agrees.

“Well, I don’t want to hold you up from resting,” Andrew says. Hanging up is the last thing he wants to do just then, but he should give Lorenzo time to actually recover and not keep him awake talking.

“Oh, yes, of course,” Lorenzo says, and even though something sounds off Andrew just writes it off as the exhaustion. “Talk to you later, then.”

The line disconnects and Andrew fights the urge to change his mind and call Lorenzo back, reluctantly turning back to the monitors in front of him.

---

Andrew gets a few days of short text replies after that. He can tell something is wrong, but every time he tries to bring it up Lorenzo changes the subject. Worrying that he’s being too much of a bother while Lorenzo is, technically, working, Andrew decides to play it safe and stop texting first altogether.

Which doesn’t work as well as he hopes when it results in no communication at all.

It doesn’t take long for his thoughts to jump to every worst-case scenario, always coming back to the idea that Lorenzo simply isn’t as invested in them as Andrew is. Maybe they were something convenient here, while they were in such close proximity, but now that they’re apart and things take a little extra effort… maybe Andrew isn’t worth that.

The idea of this being something far more casual for the Warlock than it is for him hits Andrew hard, but he isn’t about to go out without a fight.

Andrew calls Lorenzo and doesn’t realize how much he expected the call to be ignored until he feels the surprise at hearing Lorenzo’s voice answer on the other end. There are a few minutes of small talk while Andrew works up the nerve to say what he called for - to tell Lorenzo how much he misses him and see if there’s any way they can meet up, even just for an hour, when Lorenzo asks him first.

“There’s something of a party this week, a few of the local warlocks and fae will be attending, some old friends from when I used to live here… if you’re free, you’re more than welcome to come,” Lorenzo offers.

“I’d love to,” Andrew agrees, almost before the offer is fully extended. “I was just thinking of ways we could get together, so this is perfect.”

“I’ll text you the details. I have to run, but I’m looking forward to having you join me. Oh, and don’t worry about what to wear - I’ve seen quite a few suits here I thought you’d look stunning in, now I have an excuse to get you one.”

Lorenzo is consistently trying to treat him to things - clothing, jewelry, artwork, single meals that are somehow the same price as Andrew’s entire month of groceries - and Andrew usually manages to stop the worst of it from happening. There isn’t much he can do to stop Lorenzo from buying him things half a world away, however.

“Lorenzo, I have perfectly good suits here, you really don’t-”

The line goes dead and Andrew shakes his head at the now silent phone in his hand.

If it means getting to see Lorenzo again sooner rather than later, Andrew is more than willing to suffer a much-too-fancy suit.

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“I missed you so much,” Andrew says, melting into Lorenzo’s embrace the moment he steps out of the portal.

“I’ve missed you, too,” Lorenzo replies, his arms pulling Andrew in a little tighter before stepping away. Andrew notices they aren’t alone in the room - there are two others sitting on the other side of the room at a table. Hesitating, Andrew leans in and steals the briefest of kisses in greeting, unsure of the company they’re in but unable to not kiss his boyfriend after being apart for the better part of the month.

Lorenzo smiles into the brief kiss but doesn’t move for a second.

“Come, I want you to meet some of my oldest friends, then we really should get dressed for the party,” Lorenzo says, pulling Andrew along toward the men in the corner.

Andrew does his best to relax - this is a social gathering, after all, despite the presence of more Downworlders than he’s ever been in the same room as before outside of official Clave business. There are many introductions, and with each new name and face he feels a little more overwhelmed.

He isn’t sure what he expected, but he has such little time with Lorenzo to himself. Instead, Andrew stands beside him, and a little behind, and barely says a word. No one, including Lorenzo, seems to notice or mind. Lorenzo is full of loud laughter and animated reminiscing over adventures during times Andrew only knows from history books. Everyone here seems to know Lorenzo and he’s constantly surrounded by a small cluster of warlocks and fae.

Andrew is aware he’s the only Shadowhunter here, especially when every Downworlder eyes Andrew warily. He can’t particularly blame them, but it doesn’t do wonders for making him feel welcomed. It gets to the point that with every concerned look he gets, Andrew fades more into the background, hands instinctively clasped behind him while he watches rather than partakes in any proper socializing.

It’s barely over an hour into the evening that Andrew excuses himself to go outside for a moment. He isn’t even sure Lorenzo notices his departure, but a few minutes later hears the sound of a door closing behind him and feels a familiar presence by his side.

“Is everything alright?” Lorenzo asks, his hand coming up to rest on the small of Andrew’s back.

A part of him wants to say yes, and dismiss every concern he has, but that isn’t fair to either of them.

“I shouldn’t be here,” Andrew says finally.

“I was afraid of this,” Lorenzo sighs. “I thought something was off when we spoke… from how quick you were to get rid of me on the phone last week, and then the days without talking…”

Andrew frowns. “What?”

“I was worried being apart for so long early on would be too much strain. I was right. It’s alright, Andrew. I’m hundreds of years old, I can handle a break-up-”

“I don’t want to break up with you,” Andrew says, brows furrowed in confusion. “I thought you wanted to break up with me. I felt like every time I called you I was bothering you, so I waited until you called first, and when you never did I just assumed you didn’t care if you heard from me or not.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Lorenzo scoffs.

“And in there, I can tell I’m making people a little anxious. And you have so many friends, and they all know you better than me, and honestly, they all seemed like much better company. I can’t imagine why you’d want me around to ruin that when I clearly don’t fit in here,” Andrew adds, because if he doesn’t get it all out now then he never will.

“No time spent with you is ruined,” Lorenzo says. “I’m sorry you felt like that. I should’ve taken it into consideration, but I was so eager to have you along I didn’t think of the other company.” Lorenzo frowns. “I’d much rather be speaking with you than any of them, I promise. In fact…” Lorenzo glances at his watch. “I think it’s time I make our excuses, and we retire for the night. Just the two of us.”

“But the party-”

“I have something far more important than a party to attend to,” Lorenzo insists. “We should go and talk.”

“What if we stay for another hour, then leave?” Andrew offers. “I’d like to try this again, but properly this time. I may have written off the night prematurely.”

They both have a bit of work to do on communication, but Andrew is just as guilty for making unspoken assumptions as Lorenzo. For now, at least, Andrew can start with going into this evening with a more open mind.

Lorenzo smiles. “Alright. If you’re certain?”

Andrew realizes he’s suddenly pretty certain about a lot of things - not the least of which is the distance he’s willing to go to make sure this relationship works. It helps to know Lorenzo is in it with him to meet him halfway.

“I am,” Andrew confirms, as Lorenzo takes him by the arm and leads him back inside.

#reyhill #andrew underhill #lorenzo rey #shadowhunters #hmdiscord #been a hot second since I wrote these two in something a bit longer #i know i hit them during the flufftober rounds but this was fun!#also eyyyy another double fic day #long post #elle writes a few deadbeat lines

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swiftlythebest · 4 years

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In Defense of Lake Meriwether

All right, strap in folks, we’re discussing an unpopular opinion! Lake Meriwether is not a bad character and she goes through some realistic growth. Additionally, she and Felix are shown good development and I ship it. Yikes, lots of unpopular opinions in so few sentences.

Sidenote before I delve into everything: there is certainly a danger in media made for children and young adults being looked at through the lens of someone not in that target audience. I am 26, meaning the way I’m going to consume media differs from that of a teenager, especially considering that we’re apparently in different generations (which is weird, but that’s a whole other story). All of that is to say that I am an adult talking about a piece of media made for teenagers by older adults. It’s complicated, and I am in no way claiming that what I have to say is universally correct.

This whole whatever it is ended up being really long, so I’ll put it under a cut. Also, I know a lot of people probably won’t want to read it.

Sense of Identity

First of all, let’s keep in mind that Lake is 15/16. I have no idea how old people reading this post are, but if you’re older than 16, and out of high school, try to remember how you were at that age. Your brain hasn’t fully developed and much of your sense of self comes from interactions with your family and peers, not so much the world at large. That’s certainly altered by the widespread reach of social media, but someone that age is still navigating identity and their place in the world with limited experience. We can’t expect a girl who has grown up in a privileged bubble to be a bastion of morality. We can’t hold her to the same standard we would a full-fledged adult. She acts like a typical 15/16 year old who is insecure and trying to hide it while living in the shadow of her best friend.

And hey, it’s true, Lake is primarily known as Mia’s best friend. Mia is described by Felix as the hottest girl in their grade and loved by everyone. Mia has the affection of the cute new boy, as well as the popular jock that Lake initially likes. I’m glad they don’t fall into the trap of making that friendship toxic and unbalanced, which is so often the case. I think within their friendship, they are very much equals who love and value each other. But to the public, Mia is more liked than Lake, and she is definitely at least somewhat aware of that. Lake is not Summer Roberts or Lydia Martin in the sense that she is not viewed as a highly desired person in the same way those other two characters are; she is viewed that way by the nerdy love interest, but not the student population as a whole. There are definitely parallels to be made with Summer and Lydia (Summer especially when you consider the intense similarities between Lake’s speech about public couples being scrutinized and Summer’s incredibly similar speech to Seth in Season 1), but that’s not one of them.

Lake’s mom sucks. It’s clear that Lake has grown up in a household where her every move was judged and she was made to see more flaws in herself than she had. Think about how that must have affected her psyche and pressured her into believing that who she was to the public was what truly mattered. That’s ingrained in her. We see that almost immediately with her being obsessed with Creek Secrets and trying to make herself more appealing to Andrew at the party. I’m not sure she knows who she actually is, just who she’s been molded to be. She wants approval and in the beginning, it’s clear she really only gets that from Mia and Felix, albeit, the latter is from afar.

Importance of Friendship

Once she and Mia begin to hang out with Victor and Felix, she begins to shift. We do see it even before when she confronts Andrew at the Battle of the Bands, showing us that she at least in some way knows her worth, but I’m not sure how much at that point. Victor and Felix add a new dynamic to her friendship with Mia and give her more people to genuinely think she’s great and make that known to her. While she’s still clearly insecure, we can see that start to chip away. When she impresses them with her excuses, something she’s likely only done to Mia so far, you can see how their approval makes her light up. And Felix’s compliment is quite possibly the first step towards her developing feelings for him.

DJ F Bomb on the Track

So we’ve now arrived to the Felix of it all. I want to say that I absolutely love Felix. I think he’s funny and sweet and a great friend; he was my favorite right off the bat and that opinion was only reinforced as the series progressed. Our first introduction to Felix is outside of whatever image he has at school and with his peers. We are told about his status as an outcast by him a few scenes after we’ve gotten to know him, so we already have formed our opinion of him beyond his public image. We know he’s quirky and anxious, but it comes across as endearing; the audience doesn’t know that his unique personality is not the main thing working against him. To Lake, and a vast majority of his peers, he’s Lonestone, an awkward and weird boy who doesn’t fit in and has a truly unfortunate nickname and reputation. We don’t have five years of taunting to affect how we view him. The audience view of Felix versus his peers’ view is important to distinguish when talking about why Lake is so hesitant.

Felix initially comes on too strong. He recognizes that in Episode 7 and, with the help of Pilar, he learns to back off a bit. The angler fish speech is sweet, but was I the only one a little put off by how obsessive it sounded? He’s saying someone should sacrifice everything for the one they love, which is a lovely sentiment in a fairytale, but a bit much when you’re 16. His growth isn’t as explicit as hers, but he still does have to soften his approach in order to really make it work. And I want to be clear that while Felix is definitely a better person than Lake, I’d caution to say he’s a better character, in the sense of complexity and growth. I like him more, as I think pretty much everyone does, but Lake is a layered character with logical development, which shouldn’t be overlooked because you may not like her as a person.

It’s supposed to be Felix for her. We as an audience, as well as Felix, know it when she says the same thing he said about DJs in episode 3. She catches on a couple of episodes later after they steal the cake, but she’s clearly in denial. Lake likes Felix. And she seems to like him more and more as the season progresses. But he doesn’t fit into that perfect image she has spent so long cultivating and trying to maintain, so she’s having to come to terms with that throughout their relationship. When she shoots him down for the dance after seeing his apartment, you know she doesn’t want to. It’s clearly killing her to say it, but she’s not there yet. And Felix knows his worth so he ends it, which also clearly kills her.

She told him upfront that no one could know, and she repeats it a lot. He can walk away if he’s not comfortable with that, and we do see him almost do that in episode 8, until she tells Mia. He’s right to want to revisit that part of their relationship around the dance, and especially after baring his soul to her at his apartment. He’s right to break it off when, after such an emotional afternoon for them, she still won’t be seen with him. He’s right to accept an invitation from another girl. His reaction is completely valid.

She doesn’t expect to be jealous at the dance because she thinks it’s the natural progression of things. Kieran is the kind of boy she always saw herself with: a popular jock. And then he’s boring. He talks about working out and fantasy football and it’s boring. She can’t be herself with him. Then there’s Felix, at the dance with another girl who seems to make much more sense paired with him. He’s wearing a goofy ruffled shirt and joking about the smell of his hair and telling Lake he just wants her to be happy. I think she needed to see that what she thought she wanted she actually didn’t, and also that the boy she liked genuinely cared about her as a person, not just an object of desire. He makes her happy, something I’m not sure she had fully admitted to herself until that moment. And yeah, the big public declaration of love is a huge cliche and overdone and all that, but it works so very well in visual media.

Conclusion?

Look, all of this mess is to say that Lake is not a bad person, nor is she a bad character. We all latched onto Felix pretty quickly, so naturally, our standards for him were going to be sky-high. But in a show of tropes, this relationship was obvious from the start. Lake felt authentic, like a scared teenage girl navigating her self-esteem, public image, overbearing mother, and falling for someone unexpected all at the same time. She grows and develops, learning to go for what truly makes her happy, not what she thinks should make her happy.

TL;DR: Lake is a complex, realistic portrayal of an insecure teenage girl with an overbearing mother, who spends a lot of time in her best friend’s shadow. She’s in denial of her true feelings for Felix for a while, going so far as to sabotage something she knows is good and right in order to continue to feel secure. By the last episode, she has grown and learned enough to understand her own autonomy when it comes to her happiness. We should all cut her a little bit of slack and let the immature 16-year-old be immature and 16, while learning how to be just a bit more mature.

#love victor #lake love victor #lake meriwether #felix/lake #felix weston #felix westen #long post #i have opinions and you're all welcome to ignore them #love victor spoilers

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