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Sean Wallace x Reader

As The World Caves In (work in progress)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Blurb:

“Nothing good ever becomes of the girl unfortunate enough to fall in love with a Wallace. There is blood, thick pools of the stuff, not all of it yours. There is too much blood.You are running out of time.This is how you’re going to die, you are sure of it now. But before you do, they are going to take him away from you.They are going to pull everything worth living for out of your sorry little world. Sean. You will not let them take Sean from you. You will make sure that he’s safe.You hear them coming now. This is it.”

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As The World Caves In - Part 1 (Sean Wallace x Reader)

A/N: Hi guys! This first chapter is mainly background information, so bear with me (its not the most action packed chapter but it is 100% necessary).This is going to be a pretty long series so lemme know if you want to be added to a tallest xxxx

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Part 1: Bang Bang! (My Baby Shot Me Down)

Nothing good ever becomes of the girl unfortunate enough to fall in love with a Wallace.

There is blood, thick pools of the stuff, not all of it yours.

There is too much blood.

You are running out of time.

This is how you’re going to die, you are sure of it now. But before you do, they are going to take him away from you.They are going to pull everything worth living for out of your sorry little world.

Sean.

You will not let them take Sean from you. You will make sure that he’s safe.

You hear them coming now.

This is it.

/// 16 Years Before \\

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hurting

You know what sucks? Do you what sits on your chest and crushes you like a tonne of fucking bricks? That stabs you in the gut? Gives you that horrid little nagging voice in the back of your head? Or the sudden onset nausea, paranoia, that horrid sprinkle of dread? Do you know sucks?

Realising that’s it. This is it. That you don’t get a love story, you don’t get to be his somebody, you don’t get that special little part of his brain, or be the one to light him up. You don’t get that look. That look. He won’t look at you like your his world, you won’t weave your way into his conversations, he won’t need you.

Do you know what you get? Do you know what you get, for being genuine, for being honest, for putting your feelings out there?

You get used.

And forgotten.

You bend and you bend and you fucking twist yourself until it hurts. It always hurts. And you stay hanging on, comprising, trying to prise your way back from the edge of a fucking mountain, knowing full well he wouldn’t even think of doing the same.

You don’t even cross his mind.

You lose your dignity. That’s the worst part. You grovel and grovel and offer every part of yourself, any part of yourself. He gets everything. But he doesn’t want you. Any of you. And knowing its over, knowing there’s nothing fucking left of you give, it’s sickening, truly fucking sickening.

And you’ll cry.

Oh fucking hell you’ll cry.

You’ll sob your tiny little heart out.

And then you plaster that fake smile back on your face. You forgive him, because what is there to blame him for. What has he actually done? He just doesn’t like you.

He doesn’t like you.

He doesn’t fucking like you.

Why is that so hard to swallow? Pride maybe, but its more than that.

He doesn’t like you.

So you go back. To the bending, to the breaking. To the reasoning with yourself as you try and figure out exactly what you have to do to get him to care.

Exactly what he wants from you.

To make him want anything at all.

Its a shitshow.

And the thing is, you know you have no right to love him. He’s never going to need you, he’s never said that he has. He just slotted perfectly into your life, everything he was is everything you think you need.

And then, just like that

you can’t look past him.

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What Have You Done? - Liam Stewart x OC (The Darkest Minds) - Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

Ruby’s P.O.V

I was curled up with Zu resting her head on my chest, watching Liam pace up and down the minivan from a small crack between the seats. He had pulled a bucket beside Elise and sat on it, staring at her for a while, before reaching out for her hand. He’d placed a pair of earphones over her head, attached to a small tape cassette, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. Liam took a few deep breaths and I couldn’t tell which he was more afraid of, her staying unconscious or her waking up.

“Elise,” he said, his voice barely audible, pulling the earphones from her gently and just staring. Not at her, he couldn’t look at her, but at her hand, still wrapped in his.

I expected him to make some kind of joke about being shot or him coming to the rescue, but he didn’t. He just said one word.

“Stay.”

The pain in his voice was unmissable, tears welling in his eyes and threatening to spill.

“I know a huge part of your life is forever ruined because of what I did that day and I’m not dumb enough to think that I can fix it…”

He sniffled loudly and brushed a tear harshly from his cheek and placed both hands back on hers.

“… you don’t have to forgive me… I just… I-I-I’m sorry.”

There was a long pause, filled by heavy breathing and sniffling and sighs and suddenly I felt guilty for listening in. But I couldn’t pull myself away.

He nodded at the cassette player and a faint smile flickered across his face.

“Sonata in B minor,” he said, and I swear I’d never heard him speak so quietly “I know, you preferred Beethoven… but…”

He took another huge breath.

“We went on a supply run…weeks ago when we first got…”

More breathing.

“When we first got Betty, and somehow I found our neighbourhood…”

Liam was playing with her fingers, distracting himself, refusing to look at her face.

“An-and it was deserted, I mean completely deserted, so while Chubs was getting food I went to your house.”

Liam’s words were speeding up, merging together as one with panic, still no louder than a whisper.

“And I had to climb up the balcony to get in like I used t-t-to and I totally broke and entered and stole a few photos and I found your Walkman and your earphones and this tape was in it and I-I-I-I didn’t dare change it because we taped over one of those songs for a class project and you were laughing Elise and we sounded so damn young and..”

His words were choked by a sob.

“… Happy.”

His eyes landed on her face and I watched him crumple in front of me, his hand clamping down on his mouth as he tried to compose himself.

“Y-you ’ve got maps in your backpack, I’ve seen them. I don’t know where but if you want me to come with you I will, b-b-but these people are my family okay I can’t leave them… I’ll convince them and we’ll all go together. Just don’t leave again. You can’t leave.”

His whole voice was quivering, breaking on certain words.

“I’ll do whateveryou want. Anything. Just please stay… You’re my homeElise,”

He bit down hard on his lip.

“You’re my home. I don’t care where we are, I just care that you’re not on your own anymore. I know that now. I can’t let you go this time Elise. I will do anythingif you stay.”

His voice strained over the words and then he sighed, letting go of her hands and pulling back.

Oh, Liam.

There was an unbearably long silence.

And when it was over Liam had stopped crying.

“I think about Amy all the time,” he said, his voice a lot stronger now “It always felt like she was my little sister too you know. And I remember the lullaby you used to sing her every time she was in the hospital for weeks.”

Liam brushed his hands against his jeans and then stroked Elise’s cheek.

“I sing it to Zu sometimes, not that I’m much of a singer, but I think it calms me more than it calms her”

He’d never sung since I joined the Black Betty crew but Zu had told me that Liam used to sing her to sleep. To me, it was hard to imagine. But I didn’t need to imagine any more. He was playing with a strand of her, a single curl, wrapping it around his finger and then letting it unravel, again and again and again. And then Liam Stewart did something that was so completely different to the persona I had come to associate with him, that I actually thought I was dreaming.

He started to sing.

“Breath deep, breath clear,

Know that I’m here,

Waitin’.”

It was as if he was whispering the words at first, not exactly singing, his voice only just catching with a melody. But there a small smile that kept passing over his lips every time he hit a bum note.

It was beautiful.

“Stay strong, stay gold,

You don’t have to fear,

My darlin’”

Liam’s throat was still tight from tears, hoarse from the shouting and fatigue. It seemed wrong to listen to him sing, the way his voice slip over the words, a southern tinge still clinging to them. It only made it more emotional that he wasn’t a singer, every wrong note, every voice crack made it more real, made it more Liam.

“I’ll see you soon,

I’ll see you soon…”

Liam paused for what seemed like an eternity and I could feel my heart thudding in my chest. He was so raw, so vulnerable and he kept stroking Elise’s face as though it was the only think keeping him alive.

Then he took a breath and continue.

“Sleep sound, sleep tight

Don’t worry your mind,

Waitin’.

Come close my dear,

You don’t have to fear,

My darlin’”

Zu was starting to wake up and I could hear her thrash around a little as she rose. Her head bolted up first, over the top of the seats and I was petriefed of Liam seeing her and then stopping. Zu’s eyes flickered down to me, crouching in the darkness and then back to Liam singing.

ShhhI mimed to her, and she ducked down beside me, watching from the same angle instead.

“How could a heart like yours,

Ever love a heart like mine?

How could I live before?

How could I have been so blind?

How could a heart like yours,

Ever love a heart like mine?

How could I live before?

How could I have been so blind?

You opened up my eyes,”

Zu clearly recognised the song but all I could focus on was the was Liam’s hands were trembling as he let go of her and placed his head in his hands.

“You opened up my eyes,

You opened up my eyes,”

He stopped, untangled himself and sighed heavily, looking at Elise fully and shaking his head. It took a few seconds but Liam started to talk again.

‘I know that’s her song, and I know I could’ve, should have, done more to help but-“

Liam never got to finish his sentence.

Because suddenly everybody in that room, even Chubs who had been snoring away, was wide, wide awake.

And it was all about to go downhill from there.

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What Have You Done? - Liam Stewart x OC (The Darkest Minds) - Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Ruby’s P.O.V

In the end, it was Liam who got the bullet out.

His telekinesis meant that it came out without any need for prodding and poking around in her leg, which was for the better, I don’t think I could have dealt with anymore exposed flesh. Sure, it bled like crazy for a while but Chubs patched her up and she was safe.

Still unconscious, but safe, curled up and tucked under a blanket in what we managed to fashion into a makeshift bed.

Chubs looked drained, Zu a little traumatised but Liam, Liam just looked relieved.

“You’re going to need to tell us who she is,” Chubs said although this time he didn’t sound angered, he sounded genuinely curious.

“Elise Barnett,” he said bluntly.

“After we just saved her ass we’re going to need a bit more than that,” Chubs said. “Liam?”

Liam was looking everywhere except at us, nervous and raking his hand through his hair. I walked beside him and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly because his face seemed to sink further and further with guilt.

This was not a Liam I was familiar with.

“It’s okay,” I said and his eyes locked onto mine “Did you meet her with the League, that’s what we just rescued her from right?”

“No.” he said “Well I mean yes, we did rescue her from the League but I knew her before. As in The Before. She was my best friend.”

His face crumpled in on itself.

“Did they separate you two?” I asked, keeping my voice as soft and gentle as I could, clearly something was troubling.

“No.” Liam said, and before I could ask what had happened then, he answered it for me.

“I don’t want to talk about it,”

And that was the end of that.

“She’s pretty,” Zu whispered after a while.

We’d decided to call it a night and keep Black Betty parked where it was. Chubs was sleeping, I was talking to Zu and Liam was staring at the steering wheel not making a sound in the front.

“She is,” I agreed smiling, ruffling her hair and watching Zu’s eyes light up “And brave.”

It was true, I looked over to the unconcious girl in front of me in awe. She’d managed to escape from hundreds of guards, League agents, sniffer dogs, whatever they could’ve thrown at her. And she did it all on her own, which was more than what I could’ve managed.

I don’t know whether it was that or the fact that Liam trusted her, but I decided right then to like Elise.

“She’s funny too.”

That time it was Liam, who’d finally moved and was leaned over behind us.

“And smart. And talkative, and kind, and loyal, horrific at dancing ” he added, a faint smile on his lips “And sweet.”

He crouched down beside Zu and pinched her nose, making her giggle.

“She sounds lovely,” I said. I blinked at him and smiled encouraging, hoping I’d get more information about exactly who she was, so I could piece together the puzzle that was Elise. How they met, what was important to her, her favourite colour, anything.

“Yeah well, its been four years. She’s probably a complete stranger to me now.”

Zu got up and excused herself, climbing to snuggle up to a snoring Chubs, clearly sensing the tense atmosphere.

It was just us for a while, staring at Elise.

And then it hit me.

“She died,” I said, realising what had happened for the first time. Her heart had stopped right in front of us “She actually died ”

“Yeah. She did.” Liam said, getting closer to Elise. He sounded exhausted “And you brought her back.”

“Oh no, oh no really Liam, I just did what anybody would do. They used to make us practice CPR when I wa-” I was rambling but he cut me off, his voice quiet and soft.

“Ruby”

“I mean if Elise is important to you then she’s important to me because at then end of the da-”

“Ruby,” he repeated and this time I listened “Thank you,”

“Sit with her,” I said to him eventually , standing on my toes to kiss his cheek “I’m going to be in the front with the others, you should talk to her. Even if she can’t listen”

I walked away and pretended to sleep, nestling under Zu’s arm. I waited until I heard Liam’s footsteps stop and I heard him sit down, before I poked my head up discreetly to see.

I never should have.

Because it was then that I witnessed Liam Stewart completely and utterly fall apart.

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What Have You Done? - Liam Stewart x OC (The Darkest Minds) - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Liam’s P.O.V

“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU JUST HIT HER AROUND THE HEAD!” Ruby screamed from the front of the van, still swerving, trying to outrun the League.

“Chubs! Chubs listen okay! I need you to tell me what I need to do now!” I was trying to be calm.

“WHO THE HELL IS SHE?”

“CHUBS! NOT NOW I NEED HER ALIVE!”

I look over at Elise and her pain throbs in my own gut, deep and warm in the worst possible way. I had no idea how to help her, how to make it all stop.

“Well if you wanted to save her, giving her concussion probably wasn’t the best idea” Chubs continued.

“SHE CAN’T FEEL ANY PAIN IF SHE’S UNCONCIOUS!” I screamed back at him, glancing at Elise for a split second. Zu was beside her, staring in terror at a puddle of blood that was starting to drip onto the floor.

“YOU CAN’T JUST BRING RANDOM PEOPLE BACK HERE AND EXPECT ME TO CLEAN UP THE DAMA-“

“SHE’S NOT RANDOM!” Ruby yelled “One look at his face tells you that Chubs. Just do something!”

Chubs looked at me for a moment, a question appearing on his lips. He started into my eyes, which were brimming with tears and widened in alarm. His features softened. And then his eyes glowed green.

“Okay! Okay! Zu, shut the doors!”. He’d snapped into action. “LIAM! We’re going to need direct pressure perpendicular to the entry, elevation 95 degrees at least, pressure bandage the area, maybe a tourniquet as a last resort– in that order!”

“In English Chubs!” I shouted back, a warning anger in my voice “You’re not making any sense!”

“Fine! Just let me do it!”

“Ruby! How far away are we from them?” I shouted to the front of the van instead.

“Not far enough!”

She kept driving as blood soaked into Elise’s sleeve, radiating outwards. Chubs stripped the fabric away to show the dark hole puncturing her upper arm. The bullet wound was a mess, as if she’d been hit with two different kinds of weapon at once.

Chubs looked at the wound and narrowed his eyes, panicking and gulping loudly.

Elise was in so much pain her complexion was ashen. Her natural golden skin had sunken in tone to something so lifeless it scared me just to look at it.

I grabbed her hand and laced my fingers through her.

“It’s going to be alright darlin’. You’re going to be fine”

“Hey Chubs,” Ruby tried, her voice softer and calmer than I had been “You’ve got this okay? You’re the smartest person I know. Deep down you know what to do,”

But he stepped away, shaking his head

I threw my hands against the side of the van, punching it harder and harder until my fists ached, until every ounce of frustration was out. It was eating me up inside, the guilt, it felt as though someone had their hand in the pit of my stomach squeezing my organs as hard as they could. I only stopped hammering the side of the van when I saw Zu run up beside her. She was pointing at her chest frantically, slamming her hands against her torso, tears appearing in her eyes. I rush over to Elise, calling her name, giving him a little shake, thinking Zu was trying to say she was waking up.

Only she wasn’t.

She was still prodding at her chest, only more vigorously. She was unresponsive. My fingers fumbled across Elise’s lips.

There was no warm breath.

Suddenly my stomach dropped with dread.

I finally understood what Zu was trying to say. I pressed my ear to her chest as Chubs ran beside me.

“NO!” I screamed, shaking her harder. There was no strong steady beat of a heart, all I could find was silence. I even resorted to slapping her face, but it was no use. Her heart had failed and I was slapping emptiness. “Elise!”

Black Betty juddered and slammed to a halt, propelling us all forwards. I watched Ruby throw herself into the back of the van rushing over to us all.

“I’ve got this!” she yelled “Zu! I need your help!”

She pushed me out of the way and pinches Elise’s nose shut, sending me reeling into hysterics.

“It’s CPR idiot!” She tilted her mouth open and blew air into her lungs, Elise’s chest rising and falling again. This seemed to throw Chubs back into it too, who pushed hard down on Elise’s shoulder, applying so much pressure to her arm wound that the sheet he wraps around her becomes crimson within seconds.

“You need to do the same on the leg wound, okay Liam?” he said to me and I nodded, ripping away at the material and pushing down with all my body weight.

I was back in control of myself.

Ruby started to pump over the spot over Elise’s heart with the heels of her hands and at some point, Chubs must have found a needle and thread, because he had started to stich up the hole in her arm. I watched him turn it over, whilst I pushed harder and harder on her leg, and stitch up the exit wound on the opposite side.

There was so much blood. So much blood.

But things suddenly seemed manageable.

“First bullet wound should be okay!” he says to me and I let out a sigh of relief. “You keep her arm elevated and we’ll swap. Wrap a few bandages around it if you can”

“Not now,” Ruby said, letting go of her “Everybody let go of her and stand back. Zu are you ready?”

Tiny little Zu nodded, throwing her gloves over her shoulder, electricity sparking in her palms. We sprung backwards as she pushed her palms into Elise’s chest and she jolted backwards, the current surging through her. And Elise gave a small cough and I was beside her, sweeping strands of hair back from her forehead. Her lashes fluttered open and her eyes met mine.

She looked confused.

Confused but alive.

“Oh, hi Elise, such a lovely introduction” Chubs said in a tone that was anything but friendly, craning over and glaring at her.

“WHAT THE F-“ She was cut off when Chubs wedged a thick pair of socks into her mouth and got back to work with digging around in the leg wound.

Her screams where muffled at least.

Her eyes had frozen over like the surface of winter puddles, robbed of their usual warmth. I knew she was in pain that whole time, but now that it was visible on her face, tears squeezing from the corners of her eyes, I wish it would go away. I knew it was selfish, to not want to physically see her suffer, because she didn’t ask for it. The pain had appeared like a gift she never wanted

“Liam” I think she muttered but it was hard to hear for the material in her mouth. She reached a bloodied, shaking hand towards my cheek and looked at me, properly looked at me.

Then the pain pulled her back under.

Zu had retreated back into a corner and Ruby was helping me wrap her arm up in the closest thing to a bandage we could find.

But Chubs had gone silent. He had gone silent staring at her leg.

“Everything okay Chubs?” I asked calmly.

“There’s erm- there’s no exit wound” he said, looking down at his blood-soaked hands.

“And…”

“And there should be one!” He continued “It means that the bullet must be implanted”

“Okay okay,” I said “Well let’s get it out then. I mean I can do it, you know with my power and I-“

“You don’t want to remove an implanted bullet” Chubs continued as if he hadn’t heard me “It’s almost impossible to find and it might be lodged in a major blood vessel,”

“Fine,” Ruby says, “Then stitch it up with the bullet inside,”

“I can’t do that either. It’s more damage in the long run if we leave it in”

There was a second of silence.

“So we take it out,”

“We can’t take it out Liam! Didn’t you hear me!”

“But we can’t leave it in” Ruby insisted

“Chubs, we can’t do this. Yes or no?” I was pleading in my voice.

“We’ll take it out.” He said, suddenly certain “But you better hope and goddam pray that that bullet isn’t holding isn’t corking up the Niagara Falls of blood loss”

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Chapter 3

Liam’s P.O.V

I’ll never forget the moment that I saw her again.

Screaming.

Clawing.

Rasping.

Crying out in pain.

“I’ve got you! Shit! Shit! I’ve got you!”

I leapt over a fallen log, running to the girl trying to pull herself out of a puddle of her own blood. Her eyes were shadowed by fear as I stepped over her, bracing herself, her gaze not meeting my own face that was laced with panic. She thought I was one of them, she thought I was there to finish her off.

How is this fucking possible?

I had no time to think.

“COME ON!”

I pulled her arm over my shoulder and heard her scream out in pain again, guttural, animalistic, raw. She couldn’t even stand. She couldn’t even speak, just started gargling with a flicker of recognition in her eyes.

“COME ON!” I screamed again, grunting with effort as I pulled her to her feet. Her knees buckled beneath her, but she was upright enough so that I could pull her along with me as I dragged her in the opposite direction from her attacker. She was trying to run but she had no control over her limbs, red seeping through her jeans. But she was trying, squeezing her eyes shut as I yanked her forwards, as fast as I could back towards safety.

One look at her face and it was painfully obvious.

This was Elise.

And I was about to lose her for good.

She was choking back sobs as I ran messily trying to retrace my steps, begging her not to give up, begging her not to collapse. I was pleading for her to lose consciousness, anything, I needed the shrieking to stop.

“AFTER THEM!” I heard from behind us, not bothering to turn around to see how close the person who yelled it was

Two bullet wounds. At least two I could see. One in the arm, one in the upper thigh. I threw her over my shoulder, with no choice but to ignore her gagging and retching, muffled cries as she buried her head into my shirt. She was trying to keep quiet then I could tell, either that or she was giving up entirely.

“LIAM!”

I heard her through the darkness, with no idea where she was. Ruby, panicked and ridden with confusion, but Ruby’s voice all the same.

“RUBY!” I screamed back, running faster and harder than I had before. Elise was passed out then, I was sure, her whole body had gone limp, no tension left in her muscles. She had to have been passed out. I refused to acknowledge the alternative.

‘LIAM! LIAM! Where are you? What are you doing?”

I took a second to glance behind my shoulder.

FUCK!!!

They were after us, League agents pouring from behind the metal fence like insects swarming from a hive. They weren’t any further than fifty meters behind us and that’s when I knew. If we didn’t do something, if we didn’t do something immediately, they’d have us all.

“HELP ME! RUBY HELP ME!”

“What? What? Who is sh- What’s goi-?”

Her silhouette was suddenly in view, Ruby’s face contorted into a look of pure confusion, still a way in front of me. She stopped running towards me, frozen on the spot, whilst Elise’s blood began to run down me shirt.

I didn’t have time for this.

“HELP ME! YOU’VE GOT TO HELP ME NOW!”

I could feel Elise slipping from my shoulder, eventually falling to the ground.

“COME ON!” I yelled again, scaring Ruby as I tried to shake Elise’s limbs, desperate to pick her back up “COME ON!”

“Why are yo-“

“RUBY I SAID FUCKING HELP ME!”

Her eyes met mine, just for a second, but she must have seen the panic in them because without questioning me, she ragged Elise from the ground and continued to run with her herself.

“You deal with them!” she shouted as she sped further away. “What have you got yourself into?”

I watched her hobble away as I turned to face The League, getting dangerously closer with every passing second. Heavily armed, dogs at their heels, thirty meters at the most. This was fucking insane.

Here goes nothing.

I reached a shaking hand out toward the biggest oak I could see, the closest that I could find.

Twenty-five meters.

My whole body was shaking, half with panic half with strain, as I focused all my energy into one spot, my eyes bright blue and glowing.

Fifteen meters.

Small twigs, branches, leaves swirled around me, everything seemed to come flying except for the thing that I needed. That fucking tree. I grit my teeth, my jaw locking into place. I kept staring, kept pushing the mental barrier in my mind. I knew I was running out of time.

Ten meters.

“COME ON!” I screamed at myself “COME ON!”

The guards where closer now, having to cover their faces to avoid the debris from flying directly into them.

Eight meters.

It was an image of her face. That’s all it took. An image of her Before. Vibrant, curious, alive with bounce and effort. Her curls flowing out behind her, rustled by the breeze, as she stood up tall on her bike, whizzing along that trail. I cycled beside her, mesmerised by her goofy grin, her cheeks pink from the cold. And then I saw the girl I dragged alongside me, limp and clutching onto life.

In that second, I imagined her dead.

And then the tree flew out in front of me.

I never got to know how long that tree held back The League because I was back beside Ruby within a heartbeat. She was running as fast as she could, her eyebrows knitted together with strain, but she was considerably slower lugging Elise’s deadweight. I took over, pulling her now as Black Betty appeared closer and closer.

“You’re okay you’re okay. L-l-look it’s going to be f-fine. Shit! Oh god, you’re going to be just fine!” I was whispering into her hair.

I could just about make out Chubs, his expression warping as he saw us struggle back, seeing the limp body strewn across me. He threw the doors to Betty open and I ran straight inside of them.

“Does anybody want to tell me what THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” Chubs yelled, and I struggled inside, watching Zu back into a corner.

“RUBY! YOU NEED TO DRIVE!” I screamed, clearing a sofa bed beside the Chubs, his eyes bright green and alarmed by the fact that I was sweeping all manners of clutter onto the floor to make room for an unconscious girl.

I heard the engine rumble as we sped away, doors still wide open as we continued to panic.

“Oh shit, oh shit oh shit,” I mumbled under my breath as I tried to analyse her injuries.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?”

“Chubs you’re just going to have to trust me. You need to do something!!!

That when Elise’s eyes shot open, terrified, confused, searching for answers. But then they were forced shut again.

Because I hit her over the head hard with a plank of wood.

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Chapter 2 – Four Years Later

Elise’s P.O.V

Shit!

I was running out of time and I knew it, my heart thumping dangerously fast as I hurtled down the corridor, the floor squeaky as my feet pelted against it. I needed out, and fast. I threw myself into an empty room, slamming the door behind me.

Think fast! Think fast! Think fast!

My eyes took on a familiar green glow as I leapt towards a set of drawers, my muscles screaming as I dragged it in front of the doorway, trying to seal myself inside. It wasn’t enough, it was never going to be enough, and I knew the doors would be flung open within seconds. I would be swarmed by League agents once again.

I backed myself into a corner, panic surging through every vein as I heard the door rattle, clearly being battered from the other side, voices screaming orders over the noise.

It was only a matter of time.

My eyes glanced towards the window. Then at the door. Then back at the window again.

“You’re too smart to think that this door will hold forever,” Cate called from the other side of the door way.

I knew what waited for me if that door was opened, I knew what they wanted from me. I wasn’t going to be their weapon, I didn’t want to fight, I didn’t want to be controlled. I wanted, I needed, to be free. The League had picked me up before the camps could get to me, a little over four years ago, when the world as we knew it first started to disintegrate. At first everything seemed peaceful, a rest bite from the fury around us, offering me safety, a chance to protect my little sister.

But something wasn’t adding up.

After a while I was split from the others, thrust into training, building me into a machine, into a soldier. I was the only one in my family that wasn’t a blue, yet somehow even as a green the Children’s League had taken particular interest in me. Something, to them, was different.

“You’re too smart to think there’s anything left for me here anymore,” I yelled back, knowing what needed to happen next.

“Elise! Don’t you dare!” Cate called as I backed towards the window as if knowing what I was about to do “Elise! Don’t even think about it!”

I picked up a chair and through it against the pane of glass watching it shatter into thousands of fragments.

“Elise! You can’t go! It isn’t safe!”

The door was almost open and I needed to get out. That was the only thing I knew for certain.

“Yeah well,” I laughed coldly “I’ll take my chances!”

I threw my legs out of the window and dropped to the roof bellow with a richoeting thud. I jumped from the low roof, grazing my knees a little as a landed, taking off running as soon as my feet hit the floor.

“You don’t get it!” I heard Cate scream, appearing at the window, swarmed by League agents “Please! It’s you. It’s not safe for anybody to be around you!”

What the fuck?

I wasn’t sticking around to find out why. Before I could even tell my legs to move I was off, as if running was my default setting. I didn’t think when I ran, my body just propelled me forwards and my brain eventually caught up with it. I was fast, I was light and agile and I practically cut through the air, but I could hear the sound of yelling behind me, the sound of heavy footprints behind, chasing after me, cussing. I picked up the pace and ignored the stinging of my lungs, even though the pain was begging me to stop.

“SHE CAN’T BE ALLOWED TO LEAVE!” I heard a man scream.

“STOP HER!” yelled another “STOP HER! NO MATTER THE COST!”

I had to make it out, I just needed to get to the woods that were painfully close yet far away. Only one barrier was in my way now. The chain link fence was meters in front of me, and within seconds I found myself climbing it, my hands shaking as I struggled to get a hold of the metal.

Get your shit together Elise! Get it together!

I was about halfway up the fence, the guards gaining distance with every second, when I slipped and fell, falling to a heap on the floor again. I had no time to check my injuries, but knew straight away my ankle was twisted, instead having to force myself back up.

“RELEASE THE DOGS! SUBJECT X CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO LEAVE!”

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

There were hounds snapping at my heels, their mouths foaming and ridden with teeth that would do unimaginable damage to human flesh. This time if I fell, there would be no getting back up. It was then I knew it. They didn’t care if I survived or not, if I was dead or alive. I could not leave.

“Elise! Elise please stop!”

Cate again, but this time I refused to pause. I was at the top, swinging my leg over the barbed wire, careful not to let my pants snag on the spikes.

“CALL IT IN! SOMEBODY CALL IT IN!”

“STOP HER! STOP HER!” “CODE 0! THIS IS A CODE 0!”

I jumped from the top, relief filling every ounce of every muscle as I sprinted away in the opposite direction. Freedom. I was free. Finally, it was within my grasp. I just had to keep going, I had to be far enough from the camp. I allowed myself to look back for a split second, observing the scene I had left behind me. Sirens, flashing lights, heavily armed agents pacing and screaming, all cramped up against the fence. Dogs snarling, alarms blaring, floodlights beating down on the guards as I put more and more distance between me and the League. Yes, I was safe.

I allowed myself a second to turn, to pause and look at my enemy’s enemy, the place that was supposed to be safe but was the furthest thing from it. The whole institute was in pandemonium.

All of this? For one Green?

I allowed myself a second to look at Dr Cate, pushed up against the fence, her head shaking and her eyes brimmed with tears.

I took a stride of confidence, I took a step back towards the League with a cocky arrogance letting them get a good look at me. A smirk plastered on my face, I stuck both my middle fingers in the air.

And that’s when the bullets ripped into my chest.

Liam’s P.O.V

I swerved the van, leaping from my seat and out of the doors of Black Betty before Chubs could even try to grab me. I tore towards the woods following nothing but a scream. They wouldn’t stop, the screams. The just kept going on and on and on and on and my heart sunk further and further and further. My legs fucking wouldn’t move fast enough, my heart lungs wouldn’t take in enough air. I didn’t care what I was running into, I didn’t care whether Zu or Chubs were following me, I didn’t care if this was elaborate trap trying to lure me in. Because however far away it was, it didn’t matter.

Because I hadn’t heard that scream in four long painful years.

And I couldn’t leave her again.

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What Have You Done? - Liam Stewart x OC (The Darkest Minds) - Chapter 1

A/N: This chapter is just a little bit of back story for the relationship between Elise and Liam before everything went wrong. I promise the next chapter will have a greater emphasis on action!

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Chapter 1 – One week before It happened

Elise’s P.O.V

I’d used to think that the universe rewarded people without them even realising. I thought that good things happened to decent people every day, small blessings in disguises, where people forgot to look. I didn’t believe in karma, none of that ‘you get what you give’ crap, but I thought that every person got a handful of tiny miracles to give them just enough hope to get through life unscathed. I thought that it was the universe that gave me Liam Stewart.

It was before the world turned to shit, before everything I knew crumbled around me. No children were dying, no children could bend the rules of reality with powers nobody could comprehend. It was nothing but the blissful simplicity of a normal afternoon.

“Hey Darlin’.”

He was behind me and ruffling my hair, his fingers disturbing my curls as he plonked beside me on the sidewalk.

“Don’t you Darlin’ me,” I teased, but scooted over for him to sit “I have a perfectly good name”

“You love me really Elise” Liam said, pushing my shoulder playfully as he opened a bottle of soda. It took every I had not to splutter.

Love you? You really have no idea.

He grinned at me as I tried and failed to fasten the zip on my jacket. I tried to ignore the wave of warmth hitting me like a tonne of bricks, remembering a time when I wasn’t utterly debilitated by a single smile from Liam Stewart. Your heart isn’t supposed to skip a beat when your best friend smiles, it wasn’t platonic emotions that made my stomach bubble with butterflies.

“You having some trouble there? I thought those things were supposed to be dummy proof” He nodded towards me aggressively ragging the zipper up and down without success and trying to supress his smile as I glared daggers at him

“Has anybody ever told you you’re fucking hilarious Liam” I said in a tone that meant the exact opposite. He guffawed as I pulled it a final time and the whole thing seemed to rip away from the hoodie.

Great.

“Just take mine.” Liam laughed peeling off his own sweatshirt “I’ve seen four-year old’s more competent than you”

“You’re an asshole,” I said but my eyes were laughing, and I pulled it over my shoulders. It still smelt of him, lemon body wash that had lingered on his skin, and I took a deep breath before adding. “By the way I spoke to- “

“Oh, good what did she- “

“She thinks it’s brilliant,”

“Great!” He said before grinning.

A lot of our conversations were like that then, overlapping sentences and half-thoughts and shorthand. I didn’t need to spell out: ‘I spoke to my mom about going on that road trip this summer’ because he already knew. We were by no means psychic, we just tended to sense what the other was going to do next. We were practically attached at the hip and that was perfectly fine by us.

“Oh, and we need to talk about your sister’s- “he said, sipping his drink.

“I know. I thought we could go from- “

“You just read my mind!”

Again: we didn’t need to spell out that he was going to help me pick out party supplies with me for my two younger siblings birthday and how we could go straight on from his football practice. We both already knew. Just like I knew he was going to rake his hand through his hair.

He raked his hands through his hair.

Just like I knew he was going to comment about me stealing all his clothes.

“Do you ever wear anything of your own?” But I knew he was going to call me cute almost immediately. Platonically.

“You are fucking cute though”

And then take it back

“Don’t go thinking your special though”

And then because Liam Stewart was the Liam Stewart I grew up with and was secretly in love with I knew he was going to hug me.

“Shall we assume The Position?”

He loops his arm around my shoulder and I bend into him, allowing myself to slump against his chest. It’s the same position we’d contorted ourselves into since we were seven years old, even in the summer when I was half a foot taller than him. The Position. It was the kind of hug that meant ‘Life is great’and it was. Life was normal, just the same as it had always been. Just like Liam was the same Liam he had always been, chewing on the inside of this lip like he did sometimes when his mind was drifting. I knew then that was going to ask me a question.

“Do you think it’ll be like this forever?”

Not what I was expecting. I thought he was going to ask me something meaningless, something dull, like whether I’d let him copy my physics homework because he’d falling asleep watching cartoon again. Not that.

“What?” I said, shuffling away from him

“Us. Do you think we’ll always be thisforever?”

What the hell is this? Our friendship? Youth? Lack of complication? I was momentarily speechless. I didn’t have an answer, he’d thrown me a curveball. Obviously, I wanted more, I was in love with the boy, but did I want to trade my solid sturdy friendship for a risk that huge.

No. No I didn’t

“Do you want us to be?” I managed in the end, not really sure what answer I wanted. Liam looked back at me with a strange intensity.

“I think,” he said “Thisis pretty goddamn golden darling’”

Then my mom called me back into the house and I forced myself up from the sidewalk. I waved Liam goodnight and we swore at each affectionately, saluting as we walked into houses opposite each other. We were completely unaware that we were nearing the end of predictability, of normal.

The world was going to go to shit. But first enigmatic, kind, brilliant Liam Stewart would break my heart.

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What Have You Done? - Masterlist (The Darkest Minds)

Hello Hello Hello…. here are all the chapters I have currently written for my Liam Stewart x OC work ‘What Have You Done?’. Enjoy!!

Intro /// Chapter 1 //

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What Have You Done? - Liam Stewart x OC (The Darkest Minds)

A/N: Guess what! I’m starting a series based on one of my favourite book collections of all times!!! This is my first time putting my writing out there so I would love any advice or critiques you guys could give me.

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Introduction:

I wouldn’t hold my breath if I was you You broke my heart and there’s nothing you can do And now you know, now you know True friends stab you in the front’

Liam broke Elise’s heart by accident, long before the world started to go insane, long before they realised they had powers that could destroy every barrier they had ever known. He did the unthinkable: he left. And then the world went to shit. Elise spends four years battling alone, without her friend, without her home, with raw animalistic survival as the only motivation for her to keep living in a world out to destroy her.

Those four years are over.

Can young love blossom from heartache; Liam will do everything he can to protect the fierce yet broken girl he has grown to adore. When smoke and mirrors become a teenagers reality they must rely on an unconditional trust neither knew they had for each other to make it out alive.

One wrong move and they will pay the ultimate price.

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A brainstorming session with the script writers of 13 reasons why

Writer 1: Hey I have an idea. Let’s add a new character who is totally adorable and sweet to make everybody fall in love with him

Writer 2 : And he should help clay with his love life and be that super supportive wingman everybody has in their life.

Writer 3: yes let’s get everybody super intensely emotionally connected in this character.

Writer 4: brilliant! But let’s only give him the tiniest amount of screen time because that makes complete sense

Writer 5: Better yet just as the audience realises he is the purest lil muffin ever to walk the earth let’s just kill him off

All: genius

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The Stupid Little Things - Part 6/? Carl Gallagher x Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Y/N’s P.O.V

“Carl?” I called, snapping my fingers in front of his face “Carl c’mon!”

He’d been zoned out from studying for a good few seconds and he was starting to freak me out a little.

“Carl stop fucking staring at my face!”

That’s when he snapped out of it, blinking a couple of times before shaking his head and inhaling.

“I wasn’t staring at you,” he said and I sighed angrily so he changed his story.

“You look different that’s all” he said defensively before turning away and flicking his pen between his fingers “I haven’t seen by best friend in two years,”

“You’re not my friend,” I said quickly “Let’s get back to the questions”

I did everything but look at his face, because there was that look of harrowing sadness plastered across which I knew that if I looked at I would break. I’d try to forgive him. But I didn’t want to do that.

“How does Shakespeare present the theme of a male aggressive behaviour in Romeo and Juliet?” I asked and Carl shook his head and laughed coldly.

For a second our eyes met, and a chill ran through my whole body

“You really do hate me don’t you?” he said and I could have sworn his voice cracked.

I ignored him and pointed at a copy of the play

“I mean even in the opening scene, the servants are threatening to fight each other to the death. It hits you straight in the face like ‘boom’ aggressive male behaviour, it’s the only thing they seem to care about,”

“Y/N is this some kind of joke to you?” “I mean the whole plays practically a big showcase of male aggressive behavior. Greed and hate and selfishness and cowardice and aggression and…”

“Is that what you really fucking think of me huh? That I’m aggressive, that I’m a coward”

He wasn’t shouting which was honestly more frightening to me. He sounded sad.

He sounded broken.

“It’s just an English question”

“Yeah right”

“Can we answer the fucking questions so I can leave and you can go back to doing whatever sketchy things you are doing these days,”

Carl scoffed and leapt up

“You don’t fucking get it do you?”

I looked at him questioningly and he continued

“I quit the game.”

Oh.

“I learnt the hard way, I lost everything. I fucking lost you”

“That doesn’t change anything,” I said paying no attention to him “Now can you finish this question so I can leave,”

“It changes everything,”

He was right, but I wasn’t going to admit it to him. How the hell could I tell him that.

“No it doesn’t,” I said.

“Right. Yeah. It doesnt change a thing does it,”

He slumps back down beside me on the bed, sheets of paper and copies of textbooks forming a circle behind us.

“I’m choosing a new question,” he says and files his way through the pack until he finds one he he feels is appropriate and slams it down in front of me.

“Explain the significance of Shakespeare presenting Juliet as an innocent character despite deceitful behavior throughout the play” he reads.

“What the hell are you trying to say?”

“It’s just an English question,” he repeats back at me completely deadpan “You’re just not the precious princess people see you as. I know you too well to believe that,”

I shifted uncomfortably on top of the covers.

“You don’t know anything about me anymore,”

“Bullshit,” he replied quickly.

“Excuse me?”

“In the twenty minutes you’ve been in this room you’ve chewed on your hoodie strings the whole time, wrinkled your nose every five second and you’ve not stopped tapping your foot. Something’s wrong, something’s very wrong and I know full well it has absolutely fuck all to do with me,”

I was amazed.

He knew me.

Inside out.

Every single piece of me.

And I didn’t want him to.

Neither of us said anything for a while and then before I knew what was happening Carl reached for my hand. As soon as his skin met mine, I snatched it back from him, scowling slightly protectively. Carl just blinked a little and shook his head, taking my hand a second time and holding it with both of is.

“Just because you stopped caring doesn’t mean that I did asswipe,”

I refused to let myself smile at the old nickname and just sighed theatrically.

“I hospitalised two people today” I said after the silence got too much.

I felt him release my hand a little, but it was still engulfed in his.

“Shit Y/N! What the fuck?” “I broke her nose, gave her a black eye. He’s got a fractured cheekbone. Nearly cost me my whole high school career,”

He just looked back at me with a look of concern.

“I’m not proud of it okay… they just… they just fucking deserved it,”

There were tears welling in my eyes and I was begging myself not to cry in front of my ex-best friend.

“Who’s they?” he said slowly, an odd malice in his voice that made him sound as though he wanted to knock ‘them’ out.

“He fucking cheated on me with Olivia. 7 months he’d been seeing her. 7 months he’d lied to me, would go to her house straight after mine I heard, straight after. I found out at lunch.”

“Shit,” Carl said in surprise.

“Yep,” I laughed sadly, “Welcome to my life,”

Carl raised a finger, as if signally that he’d be a second before flipping through the question pack until he found another card. He held it up under his chin as if he was taking a mugshot. I read it.

‘How does Shakespeare present the strength of friendship in Romeo and Juliet?’

“Carl, you know we’re not fri-”

“Seriously! Stop saying that! What do you have to gain from it! Can’t you see I’m sorry?”

“You pulled a gun on me Carl, you could have ki-”

He cut me off.

“Nick’s going to jail,” He said.

And then he looks at me in a way that actually shatters me, that tears down the last barrier that I’d put up and makes me want to bawl crying.

Carl Gallagher looked scared.

“I just… i just can’t stop seeing that dead body in my head. It’s just there. It’s always there. I don’t wanna see that Y/N”

The tone in his voice was breaking my heart.

“I don’t wanna see that. I didn’t want that to be me. I don’t wanna hurt people, I don’t want to hurt people, so I got out”

And obviously there was nothing I could say to that.

“You know what Frank said Y/N? He said, in front of the principal and most of the kids in my grade, he told them I’d be picking up garbage on the side of the road in an orange jumpsuit. That was my future he told them.”

He took a deep breath.

“But I won’t. And I just wanted to let you know, I’m truly fucking sorry.”

Again I don’t say anything, but I do stand up. I stand up and open my arms, closing my eyes and waiting for him to reciprocate..

“Trust me when I say we both need this hug right now,” I say with my eyes still closed.

The next thing I felt where two strong familiar arms wrap themselves around my waist, and a head nuzzle into the side of my neck, warm breath pressing against me skin. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close as I felt his fingers gently rubbed my back. This is what I’d missed, I’d missed his touch, his comfort, his smell, his arms, hands. I’d missed Carl Gallagher. Two years of being stubborn and I’d left my best friend to fend for himself when he needed me the most. Despite the heaviness in my stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of his body pressed against mine, as if he embodied everything that was simple and familiar. The hug was a simple enough gesture - but it was the start of something else. I knew then, whether my brain liked it or not, that he was forgiven.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” He whispered into my neck

“I’m sorry Carl,” I whispered back and he pulled away away a little so that he could look me in the eye.

“Why?” he asked softly, his eyes as wide and vulnerable as a small child’s.

“You’re nothing like Frank. I shouldn’t have said that, you know, that night,”

Carl buried his head further into my hair

“How about we just forget that night ever happened?” Carl asked hopefully.

“Deal?”

“Deal” he said, but he didn’t let go.

“I’ve missed you, you know. No matter what I’ve said before. I have.”

Carl smirked a little and I could see his usual mischievous glow return to his cheeks.

“That’s a good job, with all of this tutoring shit it looks like you’ll be spending half your life with me”

“Glad to see your back in the room Gallagher,”

We pulled apart and he smirked even wider; I rolled my eyes checking my phone for the time.

“Shit! No way is it this time already!” I said to myself “Carl I’ve got to go… I’ve got to…”

“Chill,” he said, putting his hands on my shoulders “Go,”

“But we’ve hardly covered anything,” “I’ll be fine, I’ll answer it myself and let you know if I need any help,”

I smiled warmly, if not a little skeptically, and tried to laugh a little.

“I guess I’ll have to unblock you then,” I said as I walked towards the bedroom door.

“You only blocked me? I presumed you’d deleted my fucking number.”

He laughed a little and he lingered in the door frame before I left

“Friends?” he asked, almost nervously.

“Friends,” I agreed, kissing his cheek gently before I waltzed back out of his bedroom, leaving him stood frozen to the spot

“Good job asswipe,” he called eventually, when I was halfway down the stairs “because you ain’t fucking getting rid of me that easily this time”

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The Stupid Little Things - Part 5 Carl Gallagher X Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 6

Y/N’s P.O.V

Something about walking back up that street again, filled my whole body with panic. I was suddenly acutely aware of everything around me, every sound, every flash of movement, every scent. I seemed to feel everything, as if I had been plugged into an electric wire.

I walked along the street where Fiona taught me how to ride a bike when I was eight, past the lamp post that Debbie dared me to climb and my old house, the house I’d grown up in opposite the Gallaghers. I was flooded with nostalgia and smiled a little to myself, even if my palms were sweaty as I climbed up onto their veranda, a collection of text books tucked under my arms. I hesitated before knocking, suddenly terrified of the people I once called family.

I left them. I left them all with no explanation. I just disappeared. They probably hate me.

An odd sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach and I no longer thought it was a good idea to spontaneously arrive on the doorstep of people I walked out on, without any explanation or warning. I almost walked away but some animalistic instinct took over and before I could stop myself I rang the doorbell.

Carl knew I was coming, they’ll already know to expect me. I thought to myself as I waited for a reply.

I tried the doorbell again, knowing full well nobody answered the door in the Gallagher household until somebody physically couldn’t stand the sound of bell chimes or knocking anymore.

The second time did the trick.

“I’LL FUCKING GET IT THEN DEBBIE!” I heard Fiona shout from inside the house and in that moment I wanted to run away, because I couldn’t face them, I couldn’t face that I’d abandoned them.

But the door had already clicked open.

“Honestly, you kids! It’s like running a z-”

Fiona was still looking behind her, when she opened the door so she hadn’t noticed me awkwardly stood in the doorway, looking down at the floor, an apple pie in my hand as a peace offering. She hadn’t noticed me for a split second.

And then she did.

“Oh my… my… my… fucking hell,” she whispered to herself, her eyes suddenly glassed over and wide as she stared at me “Y/N?”

I couldn’t read her emotion, the stunned expression on her face was an odd combination, so I just smiled weakly. She looked just the same as she had before, only the circles under her eyes looked darker and she seemed over all more worn.

A huge wave of relief spread across her whole face but she was still stood there, rooted to the spot, actual tears flowing down her face as a small smile appeared on her lips.

“Fucking hell Fiona what’s taking you so long! Close the doors, Deb’s whining like a little bitch because she’s co-”

Ian appeared behind Fiona and stopped mid-sentence as she had when he saw me. But unlike Fiona he didn’t freeze up, he didn’t stop and instead he ran at me at fifty miles and hour and wrapped in the tightest hug I’d ever been held in. I dropped the textbooks and nearly dropped the pie as he grabbed me and I nestled my head into his shoulder. It wasn’t one of those friendly, happy-go-lucky hugs, he gripped me as if him letting go would mean I’d disappear forever.

“You- you don’t hate me?” I asked baffled and Ian swiveled his head to look up at me.

“Hate you? Are you fucking mental? My sisters back! My sisters fucking back and I swear to god I’m never letting you leave us again okay? ”

I didn’t think I’d be an be an emotional wreck yet there I was crying and laughing at the same time, happy tears leaving blotchy marks on the red head’s shirt. Because even though I had tried to forget it, the Gallaghers were family.

“I’ve missed you guys so much,” I said and my knees practically buckled beneath me when I saw another body in the doorway.

“What’s with the fucking mother’s meeting on the porch gu- HOLY SHIT! Y/N! NO WAY! NO FUCKING WAY!”

I broke free from Ian and ran into the house when Lip threw his arms around me, hugging me in a completely different way than Ian had. It wasn’t as desperate, it was just really really fucking happy.

He picked me up spinning me around and around until we we both laughing like idiots.

“Do you know how long we’ve all waited for you to walk back through those doors. Thought you’d fucking dropped down dead Y/L/N!”

“Lip! I know, I know!”

We were both still laughing and Fiona and Ian had joined in the group hug, sandwiching me in a clump of happy tears and smiling.

Lip kept kissing the top of my head like he used to do to me and Debbie when we were tiny and Fiona had just about got herself back into motion again.

“You do realise,” Lip said “We’re going to have to kidnap you and keep you under the stairs for the rest of your life. Fuck! Where the hell have you been?”

Before I could answer I heard somebody clear their throat and I was face to face with Debbie, grinning hugely but with her arms crossed and tapping her foot.

“Oh fuck off!” she laughed “How come you got to get all pretty in two years. I still look like a fucking potato!”

“Debs! Come here you biotch” I laughed “I don’t think you understand just how much I’ve missed you!”

She was about to join the Gallagher family hug when Fiona started talking again.

“Not that I don’t want you to be here, because trust me Y/N when you left it felt like I had lost a child, but what made you come back? Why now?”

Her whole face was practically radiating with happiness but I just ducked nervously under everybody’s arms and pulled myself from the centre of the hug. I went to scoop up my text books from outside and my awkwardness returns.

“I -uh - I’m kind of tutoring- yeah - uh -I’m kind of tu…”

‘She’s tutoring me assholes,”

Carl appeared in the hallway and Fiona shot me a look that was beyond surprised so I scooped up my things and hurried away, handing the pie to Ian.

“You’re a tutor?” he said and I nodded.

“She’s a fucking genius,” Carl said but he sounded flat, bored almost, “Now can we go or else it’s back to the seventh grade for me. She’s not dead, fucking brilliant, we have stuff to do,”

Lip’s jaw locked a little bit.

“We haven’t seen her in two whole fucking years! Let’s not forget why she left in the first place!” he said and Carl looked down with guilt, slinking back up the stairs after scowling at his brother.

I reluctantly followed, hugging Debbie again who clung onto to me for a just a little while longer.

“Does this mean things are back to the way they were, you know, before? You two were so close.” she asked, motioning to the stairs as I pulled away.

I sighed sadly.

“I don’t think things will ever be the same between us,” I watched as everyone’s faces fell “But you guys! With you guys of course! You’re my family, my real family!”

They smiled back at me as I walked after Carl and I was almost at the top of the stairs when Fiona called me.

“He’s never forgiven himself you know?” She said sadly “I don’t think he’s slept properly since”

I pretended that I didn’t wince at that comment and kept going until I stopped outside of his bedroom door, taking a deep breath.

This is going to feel like shit Y/N, pure fucking steaming shit.

Panic took over again and I resorted back to something I hadn’t done in over two years.

Three knocks on the left, two palm slaps, one knock on the top and two on the bottom.

It was our code, the Carl and Y/N code we’d used for years. The secret door code we’d created in fourth grade.

He opened the door.

“You remembered it?” He said, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“How could I possibly forget it?”

I suddenly felt seven years old again.

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The Stupid Little Things - Part 3

A/N: Just a little warning: this chapter is a little bit slow but its vital for the rest of the plot so I needed to keep it in. Thank you lovelies xxx

Part 1 / Part 2/ Part 4

Y/N’s P.O.V

It took me a split second to ruin my high school career. A split second. Everything I had worked my ass off for I was in risk of losing because after lunch on that first day back I couldn’t control my emotions. I’d compromised my scholarship to the college I needed to get into and compromised my future. All because down to one person.

And I can tell you now it’s not the person that you think.

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“You’re looking at a suspension Y/N, at the very least,”

I was sat in the principal’s office, wringing my hands and trying not to make eye contact with the teacher in front of me.

“It wasn’t my fault” I said quietly, barely above a whisper “If you do this, I’m not getting into college”

“You assaulted two students! You’re lucky it’s not an expulsion! What were you thinking Y/N?”

“Look Principal Portman, I’ll take detention after school everyday for the next year, I’m begging you. If this goes on the record I’m done. I need that scholarship”

I couldn’t stop my leg from shaking. I’d been back at high school for less than a day and I was already grovelling to keep my place there. I had no idea how the hell I got myself into these situations, but usually I’d blame it on my bad judge of character.

“I know you do Miss Y/L/N, and I am not an unreasonable man,”

“So let me take the detentions please, they don’t count but if you suspend me then they’ll retract th-”

“I’m not going to suspend you Y/N,”

“What?” I gasped, more confused than curious.

“But you’re not taking the detentions either.”

I was even more confused by this point.

“You’ve lost me Sir,”

“You’re a very bright kid Y/N,” he said with a smile “And we have a lot of students that would greatly benefit from your help. I want you to become a student tutor, it won’t count as extra credit but you won’t have the suspension on your record,”

I let out a sigh of relief and I almost wanted to dance, for once I thought the odds were working in my favour.

“Principal Portman, of course I’ll tutor! I honestly, honestly don’t mind!”

He sighed at my sudden optimism and I got the feeling there was more to this than I was anticipating.

“The student we’ve assigned for you is, to make a long story short, one of our more difficult members of the high school,”

“Okay?” I said skeptically “Who is i-”

Before I could finish my sentence, I heard somebody bust through the door behind me. The principal greeted them before I had the chance to turn around.

“Ah! Mr Gallagher! Perfect timing! I want you to meet your new tutor!”

I span my head around so fast, I almost snapped my neck, my heart suddenly beating abnormally sporadic.

No no no! Why him? Why him? Why is it always him?

He started at me for a second his mouth making a small ‘o’ shape, when he noticed my grimace.

“I didn’t sign up for this, Carl said quietly, before turning around to leave. The principal stopped him before he could take another step.

“May I remind you of the agreement we made with your guardian, you obey our rules or-”

“Or I’m back in fucking seventh grade, I get it.”

“Language,” the principal said, trying to intercept, but Carl kept going.

“Doesn’t matter what I think anyway, there’s no way you’ll get her to tutor me.”

“Actually,” I said, “I don’t have a choice,”

Carl’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion as he looked back towards Principal Portman who was smiling over his cup of coffee.

He took a sip.

“Take a seat Carl,” he said “We have details to discuss, starting with the first. All tutor sessions will take place after school in your own time. You’ll be seeing each other quite a lot for the next few months, so I suggest you get to know each other.”

I could feel Carl’s stare etching into my skin and it only took a quick glance to see it was full of guilt. Maybe even regret.

Silly old Principal Portman. How could he have known that we already knew each other better than most people know their family? Because we used to be family, we used to be inseparable.

“I already know everything I need to know sir. The good…” I began, watching Carl’s eyes brighten up a little, perhaps thinking some part of me had forgiven him. A small sliver of me had, but I refused to admit it.

I finished my sentence

“And the downright fucking ugly,”

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The Stupid Little Things - Part 2

A/N: You guys finally get a little bit of back story about Carl and (y/n). Seriously, it gets messed up, but I genuinely hope you guys like it

Part 1

Y/N’s P.O.V

Things used to be different. They used to be simpler, easier to understand, better. Me and Carl didn’t used to pretend the other didn’t exist, I used to have a second family of crazy, hilarious neighbours. Note the past tense

Two Years Earlier:

I’d always had a strong tendency to forget to set alarms, always had and always would which was why yet again on the first day of school: I was late. I barely flinched as the doorbell rang, simply rolling over and shoving a pillow on top of my my head to try and drowned out the voices coming from downstairs.

“Morning Y/M/N (your mom’s name),” I could vaguely hear a familiar voice call from the floor below me. “She’s still not up yet is she? The lazy bitch”

I smiled.

Aww, isn’t my best friend so sweet! Doesn’t he know me so well!

“You know what to do,” I could hear my mom chuckle in response and I heard the door close. I knew exactly what was going to happen next, we had our morning routine nailed. Beauty vloggers around the world were quaking.

As if on cue, I heard a pounding on my window, followed by the sickening sweet sarcasm of a sing-song voice.

“Rise and shine asswipe! We’ve got fucking school to get to!”

I groaned and rolled over.

“Five more minutes Carl,” I shout back half-heartedly, but i was already standing up, stretching my arms backwards.

“Get the fuck up! Don’t think I won’t hesitate to leave your lazy ass behind and drive myself there,’ he called back, tapping at the window again for me to open the curtains.

“Okay, okay I’m awake”

I pulled them open so I was met with a smirking Carl, his arms folded and eyebrows raised, a smug expression settling across his face

“Holy shit Y/N, you look fucking scary on a morning!” he laughed eyeing my bedhead and giant flamingo slippers “I mean the little bit on drool on the right side of the your mouth really completes the look”

I took a step toward the window and flipped him off.

“Don’t make me push you off that fucking ladder Gallagher,”

I snapped the curtains shut again as I ran around my room trying to find a clean pair of pants and a sweatshirt.

“You’re not going to let me in?” I could hear him call.

“Nope,”

I resulted to wearing a pair of leggings and a blue jumper i was pretty sure was Carl’s.

“You’re actually going to leave me sat on a ladder up here?” “You should have thought about that before you opened that fucking mouth of yours”

We’d been using the ladder to my bedroom since I moved in next door to Carl when I was seven. We’d formed a close friendship ever since he ripped the barbie head off of the doll of a girl who was was picking on me. Then he got Lip to steal her bike.

We’d been besties ever since.

“You know I love you Y/N,”

I froze mid way through doing my hair, my eyes suddenly the size of balloons. It was those three words again.

Love.

You.

Sure, he meant them platonically but it still sent my stomach into lurches of butterflies everytime he said it. I know, excuse the teenage cliche, but I was in love with my best friend. My crazy, delinquent, possibly sociopathic best friend.

I snapped out of my little trance and started to tug a pair of sneakers onto my feet, charging across my bedroom to grab my backpack.

“Fine! I’ll wait in the car” he said softly as I stuffed a couple of dollar into my pocket. I was halfway back towards the window when I heard him scream.

“CARL! CARL! FUCK! CARL! ARE YOU OKAY?” I practically tore the curtains down trying to get a look out of the window to see how much of a bloodied mess my best friend would be on the floor.

Instead I opened the curtains to Carl’s fucking sickening smirk wrapped up in an air of achievement.

“Got you”

“Fucking idiot!” I yelled but I was laughing “I thought you’d just offed yourself on my roof”

I opened the window fully and grabbed his shirt, pulling him towards me so our foreheads were practically touching.

“Didn’t know you cared me so much about me asswipe” he laughed and I could feel bursts of warm minty breath hit my skin. I’d practically pulled him into my bedroom when I let go.

“Just get in your car Gallagher. I’ll meet you down there”

I ran down the stairs and kissed my parents on the cheek before heading out the door, pulling myself into the car.

“When’d you steal this one then?” I chuckled motioning to the smashed in window “You’re going to get caught one of these days you know,”

“Says the person wearing my fucking clothes. I didn’t say you could have that” Carl said, turning up the radio and motioning to the sweater “At this point it’s basically identity theft, you’re morphing into me Y/N”

“What you want it back?” I said, wiggling my eyebrows and pretending to take the sweatshirt off.

His eyes widened.

“Oh my god, I was kidding” I said rolling down the window that wasn’t completely broken “You’re fucking gross you know that Carl?”

He just laughed to himself and waved at Ian across the street.

“Drive bitch,” I said “We’re going to be late”

Two years ago Carl walked with me to my first lesson. I had Biology and he had Math on the other side of the building but we still strutted through the hallways hand in hand like we had since we were seven. People used to stare, used to think we were together, only we weren’t, we were always strictly platonic despite how much it pained me to admit it. We reached the Biology classroom and he gave me a quick kiss on the top of my head before calling me a loser and swanning away.

Fucking Gallagher I thought still smiling to myself You’ll be the death of me.

Two years later and we walk in different directions, eager to avoid each other and save each of us the drama. Because it all changed, everything changed the night he pulled out that gun.

And everything went to shit.

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