#one-sided pining

[femmmie]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ian wakes up in the middle of the night in a panic after a nightmare. Luckily he's at Anthony's home.

Word count: 663

Rated: general audiences

[femmmie]

A little bit of madness

A retelling of the story of Smosh, through Shayne's eyes. And there's a lot of one-sided pining, internal turmoil and jealousy. I hope you like it!

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It's so crazy. I am happy for them of course. But how do you come back from having your friendship so destroyed, so betrayed, to being best friends again?

Shayne got a notification. He sat in the lunch room at the Defy building after filming a Smosh sketch. He looked at the e-mail he just received on his phone. His colleagues were all gasping, yelling and some were even crying. Everyone had gotten the same message:

"Effective immediately, Defy Media has ceased business."

It's not like he hadn't seen this coming. Shayne knew enough of the entertainment business that the 'business' side of it was stone cold and creatives were pretty much at the mercy of the machine.

But it still shocked him. He was finally free of his own worst demons - telling him he had failed in Hollywood, that he wasn't trying hard enough - and had settled into the grind that was Smosh.

He had finally found a home.

But now, now everything, his whole life, was crumbling around him. He watched, helplessly, as people started to day-drink, attempting arson and generally acting like it was the Purge.

Who was he, what was he, without Smosh?

As Shayne stood there, nailed to the ground, he suddenly felt a warm hand on his shoulder.

"Hey man. This sucks, doesn't it."

Shayne turned around and saw Ian there. He'd almost forgotten about Ian. This must be so much worse for him right now. First his best friend Anthony left him and Smosh, now this...

"So, is this it for Smosh?"

"No. We will overcome this, Shayne. I will make sure of it, I promise."

Shayne saw a look behind Ian's glasses, that he hadn't seen before. A little bit of madness, maybe. But also a fiery determination. And Shayne believed him. Ian's vow moved him. He didn't know him like this, like a leader. It made Shayne want to follow Ian to the end of the world if need be.

"How can I help?"

"Well, right now, people are ransacking the whole building. I'd say we save as much as we can and then get the hell out of here."

"Already on it." Courtney passed them, arms full of office supplies.

"Are you ransacking or saving?" Shayne joked.

"Come with me to find out!"

Shayne grabbed as many supplies as he could and scuttled after Courtney. When they got outside, two large moving trucks stood ready.

"How can you think so fast, Courtney? This is amazing."

"You know," they said, raising their shoulders. "I have kind of seen this coming."

"Yeah, me too."

"So, what comes after this, you think?" Courtney wasn't their usual cheery self. They were probably just as stressed out as Shayne was, no doubt. Their face was a bit paler than usual, and they looked at him for answers.

But Shayne genuinely didn't know.

"Ian will get us through this," he said determinately.

~

The following months, Ian really came through. Apart from working tirelessly behind the scenes to save the channels, he also invited the cast and crew to his house, just to party but also to work. He paid them himself.

Shayne grew more and more fond of Ian, but he didn't quite know how to communicate with him. He was such a mystery. Ian was struggling though, that much was clear. Shayne would always be the last one around to help tidy up and try to talk to Ian. But it was usually in vain.

"Hey Ian, so, how are you doing?"

Shayne took a sip of his beer. They stood on Ian's balcony.

"Yeah, pretty great. Ya know, I don't have a life, love or any free time, haha. As per yoush."

It was this kind of thing that made it impossible for Shayne to get through. Ian always hid behind irony.

"Oh, that sounds just great," Shayne joined in. "And yeah, same here."

They toasted.

"Has.... has Anthony contacted you?"

"Yeah, he texted me."

No elaboration. Shayne didn't dare to ask further.

"Hmm, okay."

Time went on. Ian showed up so extremely well, he made a deal with Mythical Entertainment, and Smosh was saved. Even during lockdown, he still got the cast and crew together, via Zoom or somewhere outside on an L.A. property. He made it work.

And just like Shayne had, everyone put their faith in Ian. Ian himself though, seemed very lonely, however hard everyone tried to connect with him. Shayne was desperate to help Ian somehow. He did wat he could. He worked tirelessly, putting his everything into the videos. And it did have an effect. The audience loved him and steadily grew.

The stronger Shayne felt about Ian, the more he started to resent Anthony. It seemed like Anthony was still there, or his absence was there, very tangibly. Of course Shayne joked about it all the time. It was a way for him to vent.

Anthony had always been nice to Shayne. When he first came to work for Smosh, he'd been perfectly pleasant.

But Shayne knew how to read people. And while Ian was impenetrable, Anthony was extremely easy figure out.

Anthony didn't like Shayne. He didn't want him to be there at the time, him or any of the other new cast. But he didn't just leave the company, he also left his best friend. Because at first Ian believed Anthony would still be in touch. When that appeared not to be the case, Ian had faded into the background. That is, until he saved the company from the brink of death.

~

Lately, something was different. But Shayne didn't know what it was. Ian seemed extremely happy, very out of character, or maybe back IN character, whichever it was. Even though he still didn't communicate well, Shayne was happy for him. To see him be so funny, to see him finally doing something about his wardrobe and fitness. Maybe he'd met someone... Shayne didn't quite know why that thought annoyed him.

"Can you believe how good Ian looks today?" Tommy whispered. They stood at the coffee corner.

"Yeah, it's amazing. He's transforming before our eyes. What is happening?"

"All I know is, I'm in love."

"You're always in love with everyone," Shayne joked.

"Yeah, I am still into you too, mister Topp, don't you worry," Tommy joked back. Then he looked at Ian again, who was talking to Courtney across the room. Shayne looked as well. Ian was talking animatedly, making jokes. Courtney was losing it laughing. They kept fixing their hair unnecessarily. Flirting behavior.

~

"Well, that's the end of Let's Do This."

Ian gave a speech for the cameras, and everyone who worked on the show came on screen to say farewell to the successful format. Why it had to be axed, Shayne didn't know. It was a lot of work to make, but the final product was so cool, so fresh and had such a high production value, it was totally worth it in his mind.

"This show is ending for a very good reason," Ian continued.

Shayne had no idea. Just that every show on the main channel was getting axed and they were given a holiday after this shoot. Was he still gonna have a job after this?

~

Shayne fell into a hole again mentally, during the break. He was overthinking everything, overanalyzing. Was Ian happy because he was going to use Smosh main to do his own show and break away from Pit and Games? Was he selling it off for cash? What was he up to?

Shayne went to work out to get his mind off things. When he got out of the gym, he saw Ian had called him. He called back.

"Hey man, how's the holiday?" Ian said in a cheery voice.

"Yeah, it's pretty good. How about you?"

"I'm really good! In fact, do you wanna come over?"

Shayne's hart suddenly raced. Was Ian inviting him to a private dinner?

"Um, I don't know, uhh," he stumbled over his words.

"It's about Smosh, I want to talk to you about some stuff, it's pretty important."

Oh. So it was just work. Was Ian going to tell him he didn't have a job anymore? Suddenly, Shayne's appetite had vanished.

"I'm sorry Ian, I'm on vacation right now, I will talk to you when I get back. Okay?"

"Yeah, no worries man!"

~

"Holy shit."

Shayne stood nailed to the ground once more. What had just happened? The room around him was erupting in cheers and claps. People were laughing, some even cried. Ian and Anthony were hugging and high-fiving. They just bought Smosh.

"What are they gonna do? What do they think of me and Courtney, and Keith and Noah, and Amanda and Arasha and Angela and Olivia and Chanse and... what are we gonna do?"

Shayne's rambling thoughts were disrupted by a warm hand on his shoulder. It was Ian. And Anthony.

"Dude, your face!" Anthony joked and laughed. Apparently Shayne had worn a shocked expression.

"Wow, man, I'm just processing this, haha! Congratulations! Ian, this is amazing!"

Shayne hugged Ian, maybe a bit too tightly, too greedy. Anthony's negative micro-expression in his peripheral vision. Or did he just hallucinate that?

Ian though, smiled widely, and patted his shoulder.

"So, this is what I had wanted to talk to you about," he said.

"Yeah, I get that now, hahaha!" Shayne boomed. He was slowly settling into this new reality. Everything seemed a bit different. A little brighter, a little more intense. Exciting, sure. But it was very new. Very uncertain for Shayne.

~

Shayne was at home. He was watching the interview Ian did with Anthony.

"And if we burn it to the ground, I'm happy to do that with you."

Shayne's heart broke.

"Wow, he really loves him, doesn't he." Shayne replayed that sentence a couple of times. So that's why Ian had been so much happier lately. He was going around scheming with Anthony for the big reveal and their purchase of the company. It had nothing to do with him. He had been utterly unable to help Ian, and was now just a spectator to his joy and happiness.

"I guess that's how it is, huh."

~

At the office, Ian and Anthony - when he was there, as he also still had his own channel to worry about - were like two puppy dogs, playing, prancing, obsessed with each others' butts... Shayne had never seen Ian in this mood. What was it? Ecstatic?

"Hey, Shayne." It was Tommy.

"Hey. So, this is incredible, right? Anthony is back."

"It is like the conclusion to a great epic, like, what the hell. Have you ever seen Ian like this?" Tommy smiled at Shayne. "I didn't know he had it in him. I thought he was depressed, like me," he joked.

"His energy has completely changed, hasn't it?"

Tommy put his hand on Shayne's shoulder. Why did people love to do that?! Shayne didn't mind too much though. But he rather it be Ian.

"Our dads are back together," Tommy said dramatically. Shayne laughed.

"It's so crazy. I am happy for them of course. But how do you come back from having your friendship so destroyed, so betrayed, to being best friends again?"

"It does take a little bit of madness, I guess," Tommy philosophized. "And a little bit of love. Look at them. They are so into each other."

"Yeah, they sure are," Shayne said, a bit loud.

[silentmagi]

pairing: Quicksilver (Ruby x Mercury)

title: Unexpected

As he 'suffers' from the shattering of his legs by Yang Xiao Long, something unexpected happens. A silver eyed angel is there by the side of his gurney as it is wheeled away at speeds that Neo couldn't maintain.

Oh, this was going to be hard to explain to Cinder... but at least the cute girl was smiling at him.

These are fun, more please. If you want to take one of these, please just link me!

[roseofithaca]

“I don’t need her to be happy with me.

I just need her to be happy.”

- Hellstrop (Sixteen word love story)

[pap-da-coconut]

[being-luminous]

Prompt! Harry lives a long life, like two hundred years, and when he dies he goes back to 1930, where he goes to Hogwarts again. The thing is that Harry is very grandfatherly, the kid that gift chocolates and groom others kids hair and such, and teenTom is kind of in love with him because Harry shoo a bully from Tom, saying 'kids this day's and that 'the apple don't fall far from the tree' and then told him a tale about a seagull and a cat and Tom didn't understand but it was very heartwarming.

okay so the ending is very abrupt, and i didn’t hit all the points of the prompt, but this is such a beautiful idea thank you 😭 

ft. pining!tom and decidedly-not-pining!harry

– – – –

The first time Tom meets Harry Walker, he’s on the floor, his palms stinging as he stares up at the third year boys who’ve cornered him near the library—the same group that’s been harassing him since he showed them up in front of the charms professor last week. His wand is somewhere down the hall, kicked out of his hand by the same boy who tripped him, and he can’t recall ever feeling so angry.

One of the boys moves to kick him again, and he flinches away before he can stop himself. 

It only makes them laugh.

Magic sparks at his fingertips, and he’s only moments from setting someone on fire when he hears a new voice call, “HEY!” 

The third years turn as one at the sound, and Tom takes advantage of their distraction to push himself to his feet. He considers setting them on fire anyway, regardless of the sudden interruption, before deciding to pursue a more subtle revenge later, when there are no witnesses. 

“Get lost, kid,” one of the third years says as his friends jeer.

When Tom turns to look at his apparent rescuer, he can understand their amusement. The boy who interrupted them is another Slytherin first year, one of the quiet ones, and he doesn’t make a very intimidating sight.  

“I won’t,” he says, squaring his shoulders as he lifts his chin, and Tom is almost impressed by his bravado. “Leave him alone.”

The third years laugh before the tallest of the three steps forward, towering over the other boy—Harry Walker, if Tom recalls correctly, and he always does. He bends down, getting right in Walker’s face as he says, “Make me.”

Walker’s eyes narrow. 

Almost too quick to see, he draws his wand and sends the third years flying, blasting them down the hall where they land in a tangled heap. They pick themselves up quickly, hurrying to leave, shaken by Walker’s power and desperate not to show it. “Freak!” one of them calls as they disappear around the corner, but Walker doesn’t react beyond a disapproving frown and a muttered, “Kids these days.”

Walker turns to him, then, and Tom realizes he’s staring. 

He looks away immediately, busying himself with straightening his robes and hair. Then he collects his wand from the floor, feeling much better as soon as it’s in his hand again. Only then does he turn to his rescuer and say, “I didn’t need your help.”

Walker raises one brow. “So?”

Tom opens his mouth then closes it again, unsure how to respond. “So… so that was unnecessary.” 

Walker looks as though he wants to laugh, and Tom bristles. “If you say so.”

“I do say so.”

“Well, alright.” He strides closer and offers one hand to shake. “My name’s Harry.” 

Tom accepts it reluctantly, and he’s surprised to note how firm the other boy’s grip is. “I know,” he drawls, peering disdainfully down his nose at the shorter boy. Walker looks blankly back at him, so Tom gestures to his crest. “We’re in the same house.” 

“Oh.” Walker releases his hand and squints at him from behind his ridiculous glasses. “Who’re you?”

Tom very carefully doesn’t clench his fists or glare the way he wants to. “Tom Riddle.”

“Are you really?” Walker asks.

Again, Tom is struck by the uncommon feeling of having no idea how to respond. “Well, yes,” he says slowly, “I believe so.”

Walker only keeps looking at him. When Tom clears his throat, he shakes his head. “Sorry, it’s just. I’d forgotten…”

Tom huffs. “There’s no need to be rude.”

“What?” Walker frowns, then his eyes widen and he shakes his head. “Wait, no! That’s not what I meant, I swear. It’s just—” He stops, and Tom feels as though Walker is looking through him, suddenly. “You’re so young.”

Tom forces himself to stand taller, glaring as his cheeks heat. He snaps, “You’re so young.” 

“Oh, Merlin,” Walker says as though he didn’t hear, his voice faint. He presses his hands to his cheeks, looking at Tom as though he’s some small, fluffy creature. “You’re an infant.” 

“I am not—” 

But Walker isn’t listening. Before Tom can even finish his protest, he turns and speedwalks down the corridor away from him, and Tom is left to stare after him, feeling confused and insulted and… intrigued.  

.

The years pass, and Tom’s fascination with the puzzling creature named Harry Walker only grows. 

He’s impossibly skilled with magic, picking up spells even faster than Tom, but he drifts through his classes as though they don’t matter at all. Whenever Tom—overcome with exasperation—asks why, he only shakes his head with an enigmatic little grin, as though he knows something Tom doesn’t, and says there are more important things. And then he goes and outperforms them all.

It’s infuriating. 

It’s… exhilarating. 

He gets this look on his face sometimes, like he sees things and people that aren’t there. The number of times he’s started telling a story, only to stop himself with a look of resigned sorrow that offers no explanation, is too high to count. 

He always has chocolate on him, somehow, and he’s always willing to share it. The only explanation he’ll give is that it’s good for the soul, Tom. Maybe you should have some more.

As he said. Infuriating. 

Almost six years have passed since Tom declared them friends, and he still knows barely anything about him. Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue. Tom cares little for the affairs of those who are beneath him, after all.

But Harry is different. When it comes to Harry, he finds he wants to know everything.

And he will. 

.

“We should go to Hogsmeade together,” Tom says one day as they’re studying by the lake.

He’s long since abandoned his book, choosing instead to watch as Harry makes a valiant attempt to not fall asleep on his transfiguration notes. It’s a startlingly endearing sight. At his pronouncement, Harry squints up at him, looking confused. “What?”

“Hogsmeade,” Tom says, and he doesn’t even mind having to repeat himself. “We should go next weekend.”

“Okay,” Harry says, frowning. “I’d assumed we would, seeing as we’ve been doing that for years.”

Tom sighs. “I meant we should go as a date.”

“We—” Harry looks startled, now. “What?” 

“We should go on a date,” Tom says slowly, not sure which part of the idea Harry’s isn’t understanding. “Together.”

“Um.” Harry clears his throat, looking away. “No, thank you.”

Tom stills. 

Of all the things Harry could have said, he hadn’t expected—“No?”

Harry shakes his head, gathering his things and shoving them into his bag. Before he can stand, Tom grabs him by the wrist, holding him in place. “Tom—”

“Why not?” he demands.

“I—” Harry tries to pull away, but Tom doesn’t let him. “I just—”

“We’ve been friends for years.”

“I know, but—”

“There’s no one who knows me like you do.”

“Tom, I—”

“If you’re going to tell me you aren’t attracted to me—”

“I’m too old for you!” Harry exclaims, all but shouting at him.

Tom is surprised enough that his hold on Harry’s wrist falters, and Harry takes advantage, rising to his feet. He clutches at the strap of his bag, his knuckles white, looking as though he wants to say more. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he turns on his heel and strides back toward the castle.

For a moment, Tom only watches him go. 

Then what Harry said registers, and he frowns. “Too old...” he says to himself, incredulous and almost insulted that Harry would choose such a poor excuse. Louder, then, “But, Harry—” He scrambles to his feet, calling after him, “Harry, I’m seven months older than you!”

[theanarik]

Day 12: You

Happy SasuHina Month! It is I, with angst, again. Keep in mind that this is One-Sided Sasuke/Hinata.

Btw, I decided to post these on ff.net, if you want to check them over there. 

Day 12: I almost had you

You

You can also read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24693079

Sasuke regrets many things. Many, many things. Seriously, he has a parchment with a list. Naruto has seen the parchment laying around in his apartment but hasn’t said anything about it, which really, it’s just a testament of how much the blond has grown. Sasuke is actually thankful that Naruto hasn’t seen what’s written on that list because, 1. It would make him really sad, and 2. It would probably make him really angry. Whatever, it’s not like Sasuke hasn’t fought him before.

*

“Good morning, Sasuke,” she tells him when she comes closer to him, basket on her hand.”

“Hinata.” He answers and focuses on picking the brightest strawberries.

“Msr. Uzumaki, good morning!” the tenant says and Sasuke sighs internally.

“Good morning!” she answers, a bright smile on her face.

God, how he wishes that smile was thrown at him once in a while. Sasuke shakes his head and turns to the tenant.

“I’ll take these.”

“O-okay.”

And really, how many years need to pass before someone actually treats him normally? This time, he really sighs.

“Strawberries are in season, huh?” she murmurs to herself, as the tenant turns around and Sasuke looks at her. “I wonder if I should make something…”

“You should.” Sasuke interrupts and she looks startled. “I’m sure Naruto will love it.” She blushes.

“O-oh. But I can totally give you something, too!”

“I don’t like sweets, remember?” He tells her, and if she was any other person, Sasuke would be angry.

“Yeah, you’re right…”

Sasuke really wants to hit himself with something, preferably a wall. Here Hinata is, offering to cook something for him, and he turns it down just because it’s sweet? Grow up, Sasuke.

“Then, how about you come for dinner one of these days? I’m sure Naruto will be very happy!” she tells him, and there’s that smile that comes out when she talks about Naruto.

“Sure.”

Her smile transforms into something completely different. She looks genuinely excited and happy that he’ll come visit and have dinner with them, and Sasuke wants to kiss her.

“Here you go, Uchiha.”

The tenant startles them both and he turns around to see a glare towards him. He stares blankly at the tenant until the glare transforms into fear – okay, so maybe there is a reason no one really treats him normally –. He grabs the bag of strawberries and turns again.

“See you around, Hinata.”

“It was nice seeing you, Sasuke!”

Sasuke glares at everyone who turns to spare him a look. He mostly glares at his chest.

*

When Sasuke said that Naruto would be very angry at him if he ever read his parchment, Sasuke meant that there was something written there that not even his best friend could see. As he dines with him and his wife, Sasuke wonders, not for the first time, what would have happened if he decided to stay right after the war ended. Maybe if he did, the girl sitting in front of him would be Hinata Uchiha instead of Hinata Uzumaki.

You can also read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24693079

[thisgoldendragonfly]

I will never be satisfied

We seldom meet,

usually once a year.

But every time I came to visit

during the lunar new year

it was your eyes I sought

amongst the crowded room.

5 years ago we sang songs from Frozen,

on some uncle’s bed

while our aunty looked on in surprise 

as you sang about love and instead

of what boys usually did.

This year I met you again

You seemed a little worse for the wear.

Your shirt was unbuttoned

Your hair was messier than I remembered

You looked tired

But when I came

You smiled anyway.

I pointed at your phone

Is that Alexander Hamilton?

Yes, it is, you replied, how do you know?

I was so excited to find another person

who shared the same interest as me.

What is your favourite song? I asked.

Satisfied.

I smiled as you showed me the cover Sia did.

We sang together again.

Just like 5 years ago.

When I left, you still messaged me on Instagram.

But I knew that after a week, you will be gone.

It will all end.

And this feeling I have

In my heart

This headache that just doesn’t seem to go away.

Will come again.

Next year.