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etherrealoblivion · 4 years

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A Broken System (part two)

PART ONE

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A/N: A THOUSAND FOLLOWERS!!! here’s a treat! part two!!!

tags: smut, part two.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Words: 5,930

MASTERLIST

“Professor Reid!” Morgan shouted, holding up his drink, clinking it against Spencer’s.

Morgan had dragged him out the night before his first class, insisting that they needed to celebrate. Spencer didn’t really see what there was to celebrate. He’d been offered a job as a Professor at Georgetown after a particularly eloquent lecture on Criminology. At first, though, he hadn’t been too keen on the idea. He was good at his job as a profiler, why change that? It was something Hotch had said that changed his mind.

“You’re a great profiler, Reid. You’ve learned so much. Maybe it’s time to teach the next genius.”

And then it had clicked. Something about sharing his experience with bright young faces that sat where he once did, just felt right.

So he accepted the offer the week before first term, the school scrambling to get the paperwork in order and Spencer scrambling to prepare a lesson plan.

It hadn’t occurred to him that teaching would be more time-consuming than profiling.

“Whoo! Professor!” Garcia cheered, downing her fourth shot of the night. “Teach me somethin’. Now!” she slurred, spilling a bit of her drink on Prentiss.

Spencer laughed, politely excusing himself to use the bathroom.

Technically he did go to the bathroom. He splashed some water in his face, then stepped outside to call a cab. He’d go back in, say his ride was on its way, and leave. Simple.

Before he could pull out his phone, he noticed a woman bent over in the alley, breathing heavily. Reaching out a hand, he placed it on her shoulder, trying to be comforting.

Quickly, he was spun around and slammed up against the brick wall of the alley.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Dammit. Spencer knew better than to grab some girl in a back alley behind a club.

But then he turned around.

Woah.

There was a fierce look in her eye, sizing him up. She had on a tight black skirt that perfectly accentuated her curves along with a flowy top that left more to the imagination. What really completed the ensemble was the large sash across her front that said: Birthday Bitch. She was beautiful.

No.

Spencer didn’t let himself think that. Sure, he could appreciate a woman’s beauty. But too much of a good thing…. He had to keep up his barrier.

But then she started to talk. And he didn’t stand a chance.

The way she went on about handshakes and the dangers of going clubbing was extremely adorable. Spencer found himself unable to hold back from bantering with her. Unlike almost every single woman he’d ever encountered, she was easy for him to talk to. The occasional stutter slipped out but she just smiled when it did.

Then she kissed him.

If he hadn’t been attracted before, he was now. Her lips tasted like bourbon and cherries. The feel of her against him was intoxicating. So he walked her home, trying his best to keep his expectations low. If she truly just wanted him to walk her home safely, that’s what he’d do, make sure she was safe and sound, and leave without complaint. If she happened to want more than that, who was he to say no?

It wasn’t like he’d never had sex. Actually, the two most serious relationships he’d had had barely consisted of touching. But he’d had other . . . experiences. The problem was, he’d only had sex with women he’d known for a day or two. Mostly in college. Sometimes online. Never at a club.

Spencer had rules. He didn’t let himself get attached. If he started to feel a spark, he cut off contact. It was the only way to make sure no one was hurt.

But this girl…. She made him throw every rule out the window.

A deep, dark part of him wished he hadn’t asked how old she was turning. God, how wrong was that.

He should have arrested her. She had been in a club, drunk, and went home with a stranger. But she’d also kissed him. And he was pretty sure she felt his erection in the alley. How the hell was he supposed to explain that?

“Hey Morgan, I brought this girl in for having a fake ID. I figured it out just before I was going to go into her apartment and fuck her up the wall. Don’t worry she’s only fourteen years younger than me and slightly inebriated.”

That would go over great.

Okay, so he couldn’t arrest her. But he most certainly couldn’t - to be crude - fuck her up the wall as he’d planned. He’d just say that this was a terrible mistake and let her off with a warning.

It was a solid plan.

Then she called him sir.

Spencer was ashamed at the speed he gave in. Before he knew it, his mouth was on her clit and his fingers buried in her pussy. The sound of her begging him to fuck her was a sound he’d never forget.

And then he was inside her. His bones turned to jelly and his tongue melted down his throat. This had to be what heaven felt like. Pure, unadulterated, paradise.

Who was this girl?

The orgasm was absolutely earth-shattering. He hadn’t been with anyone in so long, he was surprised he lasted as long as he had. He was so pleased he’d been able to make her come. Good to know that sex skills weren’t something that could be unlearned.

When she’d asked him to stay, every bone in Spencer’s body screamed yes. He knew it was a bad idea. One of his biggest rules was don’t stay the night. He wanted to so badly, but he couldn’t. He could not. There was no way.

“I’d like that too.”

Shit.

His alarm went off at six-thirty. Y/N was coiled so tightly up against him that getting up seemed futile.

Apparently she was a heavy sleeper. He was able to gently withdraw his arm and check his phone.

Twenty-nine messages.

My man! It’s that Professor vibe you give off now. You got game.

Spence, Morgan told me you picked up a girl? Are you back in the game? Use protection! -JJ

Spencie!! OMG!! Do you like her? What color are her eyes? Does she like Doctor Who? When’s her birthday? What type of-

He pressed clear all, deleting the messages and getting dressed. He had his first class at seven-thirty and he really needed to shower and change. But he didn’t wanna leave Y/N.

Pulling out a notecard from his wallet, he scribbled her a quick note, kissed her on the forehead, and slipped out the door, locking it before it closed.

He was halfway home before he understood the weight behind what he’d done. He’d had sex with a twenty-year-old that he’d met outside a club. And he’d planned to meet with her again.

What the fuck was he doing?

He made it to his office just in time, surprised to see that it had already been set up for him.

The desk was a dark chestnut, bits and baubles placed around it to make him feel at home. There was some paperwork in the center that he’d deal with later. Right now, he had a class to teach.

He opened the door to the lecture hall and walked in, briefly daunted by the sea of faces staring at him.

Come on Spencer, it’s just like a guest lecture.

“Hello, class.”

“Hello.”

Spencer found himself smiling at the way all of the students had chimed in. This wouldn’t be too weird.

“Please take out your laptops and create a new word document. Once you’ve done that, open your email, please.”

As the students scrambled to follow instructions, he perused their faces, making note of expressions, seat choice, and enthusiasm level.

Then his confidence flew out the window.

Seated next to a redhead in the fourth row was the unmistakable shocked expression of -

Y/N?

notes: so i am no longer doing taglists im really really sorry it’s just way too much of a hassle. BUT i pretty much only post fanfic and don’t really reblog stuff or get a lot of asks soooo if you wanna check for new content, it’ll be on my blog! sorry again <3

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etherrealoblivion · 4 years

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I LOVE this series so far! Big Eleanor and Park vibes and I love it! go check it out if you haven’t already!

(can I be added to the taglist <3)

Old Friends and New Territories Part 2

MGG x Reader

Summary: 14 year old Matthew befriends the strange new girl that just moves to town after she stands up to some jocks who are bullying him. Their friendship develops into crushes and as soon as they admit it the reader’s family suddenly moves away. Several years later Matthew is starting his first day of shooting on CM and when he walks into the prop department guess who works there… the reader! They rekindle their friendship. It only gets complicated after Reader offers to help Matthew practice for his very first kissing scene.

Warning: Mention of domestic abuse, alcoholism, cursing

Words: 4896

This is my second fic and my first MGG x Reader fic. This one will be a little more angst and fluff in the beginning and the smut, angst, and fluff near the end. I want to thank @andiebeaword once again for being my beta! I really hope y’all enjoy this story as much as you did my last! I love feedback and reblogging is welcome! Thank you and enjoy!

Part 2

When Matthew walked into his house after school, he was the happiest he had been in a long time. He had a friend and she was so cool. She was brave and kinda tough. She was also really pretty.

“Hey, Mom! Are you home?” he called out excitedly, as he dropped his book bag by the door.

“In the office, honey,” his mom called back.

Matthew hurried down the hall and started to loudly ramble about Y/n, “Omg, Mom! You would not believe how cool the new girl is! Her name is Y/n and she is the most amazing draw…” he was cut off as he entered his mother’s office and she saw his split lip and slightly bruised face.

“Matthew! My god, what happened to you? It was Levi again, wasn’t it? I’m calling the school tomorrow,” she said as she rushed over and looked at him.

Trying to pull away from his mother’s prodding hands, Matthew reassured her, “Mom… Mom, stop! I’m fine. Yes, Levi and some guys were picking on me, but Y/n stopped them. I think they will leave me alone now.”

“Y/n is the new girl from down the road? The one that blew you off this morning? She stepped in and helped you?” his mom asked, as she stopped taking inventory of her son’s injuries.

“Yes, and she didn’t blow me off… she… she had to warm up to me. I think she normally likes to keep to herself, but she is actually really nice. You should see her drawings! They are so awesome! So much better as mine, but she said that she liked mine and that they were just as good. That I just had a different style,” Matthew excitedly rambled, as his mother went back to her desk smiling at him.

When he had finished and took a deep breath, his mother asked, “So, how did one small girl take on a group of boys?”

Blushing, Matthew looked away from his mom and pretended that something on her bookshelf was really interesting. “She was very brave. I… I can’t really repeat what she said, because you would probably ground me, but it definitely worked. I don’t think they will be bothering me anymore,” Matthew cautiously told his mother. When he dared to quickly peek at her from the corner of his eye, she was squinting at him with her lips pursed, so he quickly looked away and continued to study the bookshelf.

“Well, I guess I should do something to thank her then. Do you think she would like some cookies? I can make some chocolate chip ones,” his mom said, as she walked out the room.

“Mom, you can’t make her cookies! It’s gonna make it weird,” he said, quickly following her out the room.

****** Later That Evening******

Lying in bed, Y/n thought about her day, and a smile came to her face. After the incident at lunch, her and Matthew had pretty much become inseparable. At P.E., they hung out together, and then in art class, he drew her some of his creatures and she loved them! On their walk home, she learned that he had gone to magic camp and he did some magic tricks for Benny. Which he really enjoyed… and so did she. It was kinda neat.

Y/n knew that getting close to Matthew was a bad idea. It would only end one way, but it had been so long since she hung out with someone her age. She could also tell he was just as lonely as she was. So, even if they would both get hurt in the end, maybe it would be worth it. Maybe she should give him a warning and let him decide for himself.

Even with the depressing thought of having to explain to Matthew, that her family was known for frequent and sudden moves, Y/n couldn’t help but be really excited for tomorrow. She didn’t think anything could dampen her spirits, but, of course, she was wrong. As she was reaching over to turn off her bedside lamp, the sound of Larry’s pickup pulling into the driveway made her blood run cold.

Quickly, she jumped out of bed and padded over to her bedroom door and locked it, as well as placed her chair under the knob. She then went into the shared bathroom that connected Benny and her rooms, and locked that door, before quietly sneaking into Benny’s room and doing the same. She then moved back to her room and switched off the light before hopping into bed, pulling the blankets over her head.

As she laid quietly listening, she could feel her heart in her chest. Larry had been gone since the night before and he was more than likely drunk, high, or both. The longer he stayed away, the worse he was when he came home. She jumped when she heard the front door slam shut down stairs, and started breathing heavy when she heard him curse as he loudly stomped up the stairs. She hoped that he would go straight to his room and pass out. That was the best-case scenario. Worst case scenario, he starts a fight with their mom or tries to start a fight with her. She just hoped he hadn’t noticed her light.

As he got closer to the landing, Y/n held her breath, but when he walked past her room, she slowly released it. But, it was too soon. She heard him stop and at first, she was worried he had stopped at Benny’s room. Usually he left her little brother alone, she thinks it’s because he is a boy and he just had more respect for them than girls, but every once and a while he would focus on him and Y/n would put herself in the path of danger and take the beating instead.

Y/n was about to get out of bed and make her way to her brother’s room when she heard Larry’s boots thumping back in the direction of her room and stop in front of her door. Y/n froze with one foot on the floor and the other leg in her bed. She swallowed hard, trying to push down the fear that seemed to be rising in her throat or was it vomit? When the knob of her door started to wobble her heart began to slam against her ribcage. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that the lock and chair would not stop him if he really wanted to get in.

“I know you’re awake in there, Y/n. Why don’t you come unlock this door? You can tell me about your first day at school,” Larry said through the door, in a whispered slur. Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, and tried to calm herself, but when she didn’t answer, he banged on her door with his fist, causing her to yelp and run to her closet. There she curled up and hid behind the wardrobe boxes she had yet to unpack. When he banged again and started to yell, tears streamed down her face and she cowered further back in her closet.

She then heard her mother’s voice and they started to argue, but as the voices moved down the hall, Y/n stayed where she was. He had never actually tried to come into her room at night and the idea as to why he would want to, terrified her.

Even after the house quieted down, Y/n stayed hidden in her closet. Eventually falling asleep. All happy thoughts from earlier, now forgotten.

******Tuesday******

Matthew sat patiently on his doorstep, waiting for Y/n and Benny to pass. When he saw them coming around the corner he hopped up and quickly crossed the street to meet them. As he got closer though, he noticed that Y/n looked really out of it as she walked, staring ahead, like a zombie. The dark circles around her eyes were giving his natural ones a run for their money.

“Hey,” Y/n said dully, as she walked past Matthew.

“Hey, are you… okay?” he asked, falling in step with them and giving Benny a questioning look, who just shrugged.

“Yeah, just tired. I didn’t sleep well,” she said, finally looking at him and giving him a weak smile.

“Oh, ok… so, I know it’s kinda weird, but my mom made you some chocolate chip cookies,” Matthew said, pulling out a big Ziplock bag full of cookies.

Y/n smile brightened a little and more life came into her eyes as she laughed and said, “You’re right that is weird. Why did she make me cookies?” she asked, reaching over to take the bag and opening it. She took out three cookies and put the rest into her backpack. She, then, handed one to Benny and another to Matthew, before eating half of hers in one bite.

“As a thank you for helping me out yesterday,” Matthew said before taking a much smaller bite than Y/n.

“Gotcha, it really was nothing though. Just being a decent person,” she said, chewing the second half of her cookie. Matthew smiled at her and shook his head. She clearly was never taught to not talk with her mouth full, but he found it kinda funny.

“Well, you’re more decent then most people at our school then, because everyone knows that they beat me up and no one have ever stood up to them like that,” Matthew said, sincerely.

Looking over at him, Y/n gave him the sweetest smile. “Well, tell your mom I said thank you. It was really nice of her.”

“Hey, Matthew! Can you show me another magic trick?” Benny asked excitedly.

“I don’t know, it’s not really something you can do just out of the blue…. wait, hold on,” Matthew said with a smile reaching behind Benny’s ear and pretended to pull out a quarter. “Did you lose this? What a weird place to keep your money,” Matthew said smiling, as Benny’s face lit up with excitement. Putting the quarter in the other boy’s hand, Matthew winked at Y/n.

“That’s so cool! How did you do that? Can you teach me?” Benny asked, inspecting the coin.

“Yeah, I can teach you a couple of tricks. You can be my apprentice,” Matthew said, laughing.

“You’re really good at that,” Y/n said, as they approached Benny’s school.

“Nah, I’m mediocre. It’s really just about sleight of hand. Takes a lot of practice. I’m still learning,” Matthew said, humbly.

“Well, I think it’s really awesome. Wait here, I’m going to walk Benny to the door. I’ll be right back,” Y/n said as she took her brother’s hand and walked him to the front of the building.

Matthew watched as Y/n hugged her brother goodbye and waved him off as he entered his school. As she started to head back, he beamed at her, as the light hit her just right, illuminating her face and making her y/c/h glow like a halo. He swallowed; she was really pretty. Probably the prettiest girl he had ever seen, the thought making him blush.

As she walked up to Matthew, she noticed how red he was, and gave him a weird look and asked, “You okay? You’re all red.”

“What?” he said, as his eyes widened and he quickly turned away from her, and started walking towards their school.

“Wait, what?” y/n asked, confused by his response. She hurried to catch up to him, “So… you’re being weird, but I’m going to assume that’s just a normal thing for you and just roll with.”

Laughing, he glanced at, “And yet, you do seem so normal yourself.”

“I’m not,” she said smiling at him, causing him to smile back.

“Good, we will be not-normal together,” he said as they walked in their school.

As they made their way to their home room, they passed Levi and his friends and as Y/n predicted, he passed them quickly, refusing to make eye contact. He didn’t even try to trip him, Matthew realized. Laughing, he nudged Y/n with his elbow and she started laughing as well.

******Lunch*******

The first half of the day went quick and Y/n couldn’t wait for the time they spent talking between classes. Something about Matthew’s bubbly personality was refreshing, and the fear from the night before was quickly washed away. He really made her feel happy. He was actually really funny too. Even if he didn’t realize it.

As they walked into the lunch room, Matthew said, “I can wait for you if you want to get something from the cafeteria.”

“No, I’m good. I got something to eat. Let’s just go outside,” she said, as she started to head towards the doors. Once they were outside, they headed to the same spot Y/n had sat the day before and settled down.

Pulling out a brown bag from his backpack, Matthew watched as Y/n pulled out her sketchpad and the Ziplock bag of cookies. Laughing he asked, “Seriously? That’s going to be your lunch?”

“Why not,” she said around a cookie while opening her book.

Shaking his head, Matthew then pulled out the notebook he used for his own drawings. He frowned, however, when he noticed Y/n pulled out her earbuds from the pocket of her oversized army jacket.

Y/n popped open the case and without looking up, and held out the left earbud for Matthew. When he didn’t take it, she looked up and saw he was looking down at his own book, but he looked incredibly sad. “Psst,” she said trying to get his attention and when he looked up, she said, “Catch,” and tossed it at him, underhand.

Matthew fumbled and caught what she had tossed him. When he opened his hand and saw her other earbud the sadness on his face from moments before disappeared and was replaced with intense joy. He popped it into his ear and asked, “So what are we listening to?”

“It’s my favorite playlist. A little bit of this and a little bit of that. Mostly The Gorillaz, Weezer, Cake… oh, and some Nirvana, Smashing Pumpkins, and Red Hot Chili Peppers. Maybe some Queen’” she said, before putting in her own earbud and hitting play.

“I’ve only heard of one or two of those bands. My parents mostly listen to oldies like Elvis, Marvin Gay, The Beatles and The Beach Boys,” Matthew said, as he listened to the beginning of a cool drum beat, followed by someone making monkey noises. “What song is this?” he asked, smiling, really enjoying the sound.

“Clint Eastwood, by the Gorillaz. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s really good,” he said, smiling at Y/n.

She smiled back at him and said, “Maybe someday you can make a playlist on my phone, and we can listen to some of your stuff.”

He got a really excited look on his face, “Yeah! That’s a great idea!”

After that, they both sat quietly. Enjoying the music and each other’s company as they ate and drew in their books. Every once in a while, he would ask who was playing and what the name of the song was. Y/n would quietly reply without looking up and Matthew would jot it down in the margins of his book, to look up later.

When the bell rang, Matthew handed Y/n her earbud back, and packed up his bag and stood up. He then put his hand out to help Y/n up. When she raised up her arm to take his hand, her jacket sleeve slid down her arm and he thought he saw a healing greenish- yellow bruise, that resembled a hand print, around her wrist. The glance was so fast he wasn’t sure if that was what he saw, so he decided to let it go. Maybe he would be able to get a better look when they were in P. E.

Once they enter the gym, they momentarily separate to head to the boy’s and girl’s locker rooms to change into their gym clothes.

Matthew took his clothes and headed into a stall. He never changed out in the open of the locker room, because the one time he did, Levi shoved him in a locker and took all his clothes, leaving him stranded. It wasn’t until half way through his next period did anyone notice he was missing.

While he was in the stall changing, someone tapped on the outside of the door.

“Hey Gubler, is it true? Did you really let the new girl see your dick?” Andrew Ripley asked, through the door.

Swinging the door open, Matthew tried to pass Andrew without answering him but he blocked his path. Sighing, Matthew shook his head and said, “No, so don’t go spreading it around.”

“I mean, it might be too late for that, but I’m kinda disappointed to hear it’s not true. She sounded like she could be fun to hang out with.”

Matthew just glared at him before he was able to slip past him and lock his things in his locker before heading out to the gymnasium. When he stepped out of the locker room, he saw Y/n standing awkwardly in a sweatshirt and athletic track pants. Sighing, he realized he wouldn’t be able to get a better look at her arm. He walked across the room and stopped in front of Y/n, who to be honest, looked really mad about something.

“You okay? You look ready to rip someone’s head off,” said Matthew.

“Oh no, I’m fine. But, if I was going to start ripping off heads, I would probably start with… oh, I don’t know… that blond girl over there,” Y/n said nodding her head in the direction of Amber Hoyt.

“Ah, yes. She is the female equivalent of Levi… so I hear. I’m not even a blip on her radar,” explained Matthew.

“Well, you might be now. Clearly, yesterday’s conflict has made its way to the people. While Levi may have been too chickenshit to say anything, his friends were not. Just so you know, my new nickname in the locker room is ‘the new slut’,” Y/n said rolling her eyes. “Not even original. You know I miss old timey words like harlot or trollop.”

Matthew started laughing, “You trollop, you.” Causing Y/n to laugh as well.

The rest of P.E. went smoothly. The best part was when they played dodgeball. Matthew clearly was not the best dodger, as he was out in two seconds. Y/n, however, was able to pelt both Levi and Amber pretty hard, before being outed herself.

“Those were some nice shots,” Matthew said when she came to sit next to him on the floor.

“Thanks! You need to work on your dodge, man,” Y/n said bumping him with her shoulder.

“How did you get so good at dodging?”

The smile fell from her face and she looked away and watched the game before swallowing and saying, “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

Matthew gave her a worried look. He could just feel that something was off. There was something she was hiding. He guessed it’s also why she tried to push him away in the beginning. He wasn’t sure if he should just come out and ask her or just play it out. He had only known her for two days, and while they have been getting along great, they weren’t exactly close.

Deciding to sleep on it or maybe talk to his sister and see what she thought, Matthew sighed. He knew if he went to his mom, she would want to look into it and if he was wrong, he could lose his newfound friend. He wasn’t ready to risk that.

During art, they painted. Y/n painted a really cool ghostly figure and Matthew used watercolors to paint a town full of his monsters.

“Hey, so did you want to maybe come over today after school? We can do that history assessment and then I can show some more of my drawings and introduce you to some more music. You can even make that playlist,” suggested Y/n. She normally wouldn’t invite him over, but Larry was supposed to be working tonight and after last night she really didn’t want to be in her room, alone.

Matthew excitedly agreed, “I just have to stop at my house first and let my mom know.”

“Okay, sounds good,” Y/n said. “Hey, have you ever thought about naming your monsters?”

Laughing, Matthew shook his head, “No, people already think I’m strange enough.”

“Well, I think it’s part of your charm. Don’t ever change Goob,” Y/n said, sincerely. Causing Matthew to blush and duck his head.

After school, they picked up Benny, and began their walk towards their street. After a quick stop at Matthew’s, he quickly slipped inside and when he came back out a couple minutes later, his mother followed him outside and waved to her and Benny, before shutting the door.

“Okay, I just have to be back by dinner,” Matthew said as he re-approached them and they began to walk again. He and Y/n were talking about their favorite songs when they turned the corner and Benny grabbed Y/n’s hand and quietly said her name.

Confused as to why Benny was suddenly so upset, Y/n bent down and quietly asked, “What wrong, BenBen?” He did say anything, but he silently pointed ahead of them. Creasing her brow, Y/n stood up and looked down the road and saw Larry’s truck parked in their driveway.

Matthew noticed the siblings’ obvious apprehension and fear. He knew without a doubt that something was definitely up. When they both started to back up and quickly backtrack around the corner, he took one more glance in the direction they were originally headed, trying to figure out what had spooked them, before following them in their retreat. When he turned the corner Y/n was squatting in front of Benny and they were talking quietly again.

“So… I’m not sure what’s going on, but if you want to, we can just go to my house,” suggested Matthew.

When Y/n looked up at him he saw relief wash over her face, “Your mom won’t mind?” she asked.

“Nah, she won’t care. Hey Benny, you can meet my brother Gray. You guys seem close in age and I think you two would get along great,” said Matthew.

The walk back to Matthew’s was quiet and a little awkward. Y/n knew she was going to have to explain to him why she and Benny panicked. She was hoping he would just let it go, but judging from the glances he kept sending her way, she knew the chances were low. Y/n was worried that if he knew how messed up her family was, he would change his mind about being her friend.

When they entered his house, Matthew called out to his mom, “Hey Mom, we are going to hang out here instead. They got locked out.” Y/n was honestly surprised he had so easily covered for them.

When his mom walked into the entryway, she greeted both the children and they introduced themselves.

“Thank you, Mrs. Gubler, for the cookies. They are delicious,” Y/n said, sweetly.

“No. I believe I should be thanking you. I don’t know how you did it, seeing as how my son won’t tell me,” she said giving them both a pointed look, “but I am grateful nonetheless.”

“Wait, what did you do? What happened? I thought the cookies were just to welcome us,” asked Benny, looking really confused.

“Don’t worry about it BenBen,” Y/n said, “Hey, Matthew we should introduce Benny and Gray now!”

“He is in his room, Matthew, you all go on up,” his mother informed them.

They waved goodbye before heading up the stairs. They were half way up, when his mother called, “And Matthew… leave your door open.”

Throwing back his head Matthew groaned and rolled his eyes, “Moooom… you’re so embarrassing,” he whined as he turned beat red.

Y/n started laughing, as his mom called back, “Watch it Matthew, trust me when I say I can be even more embarrassing!”

Huffing, Matthew clomped the rest of the way up the stairs and led Benny to a closed door. He knocked and when it opened it revealed a boy around Benny’s age. “Hey, you’re that new boy at my school! Do you want to come play superheroes with me?” Gray asked, excitedly.

“Yeah, I’m Benny. Can I be Superman?” Benny asked, disappearing into the room.

“Wow, that was easy,” Y/n said, shocked at how casually Benny took to the other boy.

She was even more shocked when Matthew grabbed her hand and dragged her further down the hall and into what she assumed to be his room. His room had posters of old horror movies and magicians. He had stuffed animals and toys all over his room, as well as a table covered in art supplies.

“You can take your jacket and shoes off if you want,” Matthew said as he kicked off his shoes to reveal a pair of mismatched socks, again.

“Ok… I have to ask, what is with the socks?” she asked, with a goofy smile, kicking off her own shoes.

“My grandmother told me it was good luck, so I always wear mismatched socks. That’s it really,” he explained, noticing that she left her jacket on.

“So, about earlier,” he asked cautiously.

“Wow, we are gonna get straight to the point aren’t we,” Y/n said, a little snippy, crossing her arms in front of her.

Swallowing and looking down, Matthew was nervous about pushing on, because she was clearly starting to get upset.

Sighing, Y/n walked over to his bed and plopped down on it. “Look, my family life is a little messed up. My step-dad… well, he… he sometimes loses his temper and he has a tendency to drink too much. We move a lot because he is always losing his job. But, I think it’s also because he gets in trouble with someone, whether it be drugs, or gambling, I don’t really know. I just know since he and my mother have been married, we haven’t stayed put for very long,” she explained.

Matthew was quiet for a moment, with a thoughtful look on his face. “So, how long do you think you’ll be here?” he asked, looking over at her.

Y/n just gave him a sad look and shrugged her shoulders. “That’s why I go out of my way, NOT to make friends. I got tired of the heartbreak of losing them.”

Nodding his head, “And the ‘a bigger man had tried’ statement and the bruise on your wrist?” he asked, noticing how she tugged her sleeve down a little at the mention of her bruise.

“You saw that, huh? That’s from about a week and a half ago,” she quietly said.

“But, he did it?”

Drawing in a shaky breath, Y/n looked away trying to blink back tears, “Yeah, he was hurting my mom, so I stepped in. Sometimes it’s not so bad for her if I can distract him. Sometimes, I even have to get in the way when it looks like he is going to go after Benny. I don’t usually let Benny out of my sight for long. I couldn’t live with myself if something were to happen to him. Larry was supposed to be at work tonight, but his truck was in the driveway. That’s why we didn’t want to go home.”

Matthew got up and walked across the room and sat next to Y/n and awkwardly put his arm around her shoulder. She leaned into his shoulder and they just sat there like that quietly.

“I’m always here if you need to talk. No matter what, I’ll always be your friend,” Matthew reassured Y/n, “even if you move away. If you think I won’t call or FaceTime you every day; you don’t know me well enough, yet.”

Leaning back, Y/n looked at Matthew and smiled, “I would really like that, thank you,” she said wiping the tears from her face.

“So, show me some more of your music. I really like what I’ve heard so far,” Matthew said trying to switch to a lighter topic.

Y/n simply smiled and pulled out her earbuds before taking off her jacket.

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