Hey uh... buddy Aiden x Mc 98? I think it would honestly be in character lol
“Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person.”
Aiden x F!MC (Grace Ashton)
Summary: Grace attends a party a few weeks after the start of school that Sydney is hosting when she gets there she hears that Aiden is by himself in the attic and decides to pay him a visit. A surprise visitor comes to pay them a visit.
A/N: Requests are open! Rules here! Don’t know what to request? Check out my prompts list found here also now accepting NSFW Alphabet (of age characters only)! A huge shoutout to @zig-a-zow for creating Callie and Grace whom are used and mentioned in this fic.
Thanks for reading hope you like it!
The song to go with the fic... Time After Time - Cydni Hauper
Grace glides through the crowd of people, the noise comes from every direction around her making her head pound slightly. Sure, she loved music and parties, she didn’t have the energy today, as her eyes scan the crowd for her best friend who lured her over with a text message about a cup of juice. She smiles at Callie as she walks up to her, taking the cup she extends to her instantly bring it to her parched lips and quenching the thirst she’s built up. With a satisfied sigh, she rests her hand on Callie’s forearm leaning in to hear her response to her question.
“Aiden, you seen him?” Grace couldn’t help the genuine small smile that pulls at her lips just mentioning his name. Callie nudges her with her elbow shooting her a teasingly scandalous look, before pushing her lips together into a thin line.
“I think-” She starts, thinking for a minute, “OH! Myra said he ditched to an upstairs room!” She nods her head settling her drink onto the table next to her and Grace, “Myra had that smirk on her face that she gets about you and Aiden, though.”
“So, you’re saying he doesn’t know I’m about to ruin his quiet time?” Grace asks, mulling over the statement. She couldn’t be entirely surprised, Myra did enjoy pushing people together, not just her and Aiden though. She saw the look she gives Callie and Michael, and she could only assume Callie noticed it as well.
“Pretty much.” Callie smiles, grabbing her drink off the table, “Michael wants to me to play a game or something with him outside, catch up with me later?”
“Sure.” Grace nods, parting from her friend who happily skips away to go find Michael. Grace shakes her head, pushing back her curls that fell into her face, as she goes in her search of Aiden.
It doesn’t take long for her to find him, the sound of a melody from a piano pouring down from the stairs leading to the attic, she stealthy sneaks up the stairs silently, planning to spook him. She holds her breath as she approaches Aiden who sits with his back to the door intently poised over the piano his hands moving faster as he keeps the beat of the song alive.
As he builds up to the crescendo Grace slams her hands down onto his shoulder, “I’M A GHOST!” She laughs as Aiden slams his hands into the key with a yelp. The piano roars an ugly noise as he brings a hand to his heart the other pushing down onto a group of keys trying to catch his breath, turning his head at Grace an agitated shocked look glossing over his features.
“What the hell were you thinking?” He asks, his breath labored lifting his hand from the keys using it to rest his head in his hands.
“The look on your face that’d make it worth it?” She offers with a grin, nudging him with her knee before sitting down beside him. She turns in her seat to face him, her smile growing on her face. “I wish I was recording, might get more hits than when I beat up Brian.”
“Ha, ha. Real funny.” He rolls his eyes, bringing down the piano keys cover carefully dragging his hands over the wood. “What are you even doing up here?”
“What does it look like?” She jokes, “Scaring the shit out of you.”
“Real mature.” He sighs, resting his elbow onto the piano. “Seriously, why are you here?”
“What? You don’t want to talk to me?” She asks, slightly offended by his tone and direction of his voice, giving him a soft glare. He blushes under her gaze her eyes fixating on him skeptically. “Admit, you wanted me to come and be with you.” She shrugs, “I’m clearly amazing and you’re clearly bored.”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly a people person.” He says nonchalantly, his eyes glossing over her. She nods, looking off into the distance thinking about his words, before letting her gaze fall back on him, him staring back. “But you weren’t entirely wrong.”
“Is that so?” She asks, raising her eyebrow at him, getting a soft eye roll, but smile from him. “Tell me all about how I’m never ‘entirely wrong’?” She lets out a soft chuckle as he turns his back to her standing up from the bench walking towards the corner of the room. Grace watches him for a few seconds on he blows onto an old looking music player. After a few seconds he grabs a basket off the floor full of old records before turning to face her again.
“Maybe I’m not entirely upset that you’re here.” He admits, turning his back to her, the clear crimson blush painted onto his cheeks. She grins as she stands from the bench approaching him. “I am not a people person, but I could be a Grace person.”
“I could be an Aidens person then.” She smiles, stepping next to him, looking into the basket of records. Moving her hand to look at one at the same time Aiden goes to pick it up, their hands coming into contact, a shared glance lasting a mere few seconds before Aiden pulls his hands away clearing his throat.
“Go ahead.”
She nods at his words, grabbing the album out of the basket, “She’s So Unusual.” She says mostly to herself flipping the record over in her hand. “My mom loves this song.” Grace smiles reading over the song titles.
“Which one?” Aiden inquiries, peeking over her shoulder at the songs on the album.
“Time After Time.” Grace nods, “Want to listen to it?”
“Cyndi Lauper.” Aiden says to himself clearly in thought for a second before smiling, “I would love to. I’ve heard positive reviews.” He shrugs, taking the record out of Grace hand stepping up to the record player, “You know how to use one of these?”
“Yeah. My mom owns one.” Grace answers, stepping up to the record player, as Aiden slides the record into place, his hands hovering over the dials and buttons before the music finally begins to play after a long period of silence.
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick by…
Grace nods her head to the beat of the slow song, looking over at Aiden a simple smile on his face his head moving to the beat same as hers. She reaches her hand out to him with a smirk, “Care to dance, Sandy?”
“Please don’t ever call me Sandy again.” Aiden huffs, before accepting her hand into his own. She laughs as she pulls him towards the middle of the room, happy he got her Grease joke. She pulls him in very close, his hands falling onto her waist hers around his neck as she rests her head onto his chest. She listens to the gentle beat of his heart as he sways in place to the song.
If you’re lost you can look - and you will find me, time after time…
Grace smiles in comfort, as Aiden steps away from her his hand still in hers as he leads her through a twirl, a laugh leaving both of their lips as he pulls her back into his embrace. His beaming smile looking down at her in admiration, before ducking down his eyes bashfully. Causing Grace to grin her teeth digging into her lower lip as they look back at one another.
If you fall i will catch you - i’ll be waiting, time after time…
Aiden leans in as Cydni sings the last word, Grace standing on her tippytoes as she begins to lean into his touch their faces inches away when they’re pulled apart from one another by the sound of someone’s gasp both of them turning to look to see Maria standing there her face flushing red looking away.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I was looking for somewhere quiet to decompress.” She admits, looking at Grace a glint in her eye that fills Grace with a feeling she can’t quite explain but leaves her stomach churning as she looks back at Aiden.
“I - uh -” He blushes himself, “I’m going to find Myra, she’s probably making a fool of herself,” Aiden affirms. “Grace.” He nods, walking away from her, “Maria.” He nods at her as well, and Grace watches him retreat down the stairs.
“I’m sorry, Grace. I didn’t mean-” Maria starts to explain clearly flustered and confused as Grace holds up her hand cutting Maria off, smiling softly at the girl in front of her.
“Don’t worry about it. So, decompress?” She gives Maria a playful smirk, “how does the Maria Flores decompress?”
Honestly sometimes I think it’s a waste to follow both you and Zig because y’all reblog every one of each other posts but then I remember I love you both so much lmao
i think i also speak for @zig-a-zow when i say i love you so much too?? ajdjdjdjjdkd thanks for this ask it made me laugh and instantly screenshotted it and sent it to zig when i got it and keyboard yelled at her ajflalfj;alfj; all three of us are my brot3
also you got a fair point im always reblogging all of her content its a law in my head because she has the best content ive seen on tumblr, writing A+, shitposts A+, calling out bs A+, zig has everything you could ever want and more.
this is basically me and zig, me being donna of course akxkdkdkdkf, i love her far more than humanly possible lmfao
