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“you just need a routine. that’s why you get like this”

Just dropping a completed Magicians Elephant—Peter and Adele get adopted fic here

Following them as they work through Peter’s old habits, fears, and ptsd from being raised neglected by Vilna Lutz. Happy ending 💙

Okay this is not part 5 but I couldn’t get this concept outta my head

N2N- Best Friends Brother!Gabe Goodman x fem!reader (Ik most people hc him as gay but in my mind he is a LETHAL bisexual. No I won’t elaborate. Also I don’t think the Goodman’s would let Nat have boys sleepover. Anyway let me shut up and get to business.)

Gabe POV

After dinner I head up to my room, turning on the TV for background noise while I do my homework. Just as I start my English essay, Natalie comes barging into my room.

I roll my eyes and turn towards her, “Uhh do you knock? What do you want?”

“Just letting you know (Name)’s staying over tomorrow.”

I tease her, “Aww look at you actually having friends over- wait (Name)? Like hot (Name)? She’s staying over?”

“Don’t even think about it. I can’t have you embarrass me. Don’t talk to her, don’t look at her, don’t even breathe near her. Tomorrow, you are to make yourself as scarce as possible. (Name) is off limits.” She glares at me.

I scoff out a laugh, “Oh Natalie, you don’t need me to embarrass you, you can do that all on your own.” I mock her before sighing, “But fine, I’ll behave… maybe”

“I’m serious! Off. Limits.”

“Yeah yeah, I heard you the first time. Get out of my room.” I wave her off.

She huffs before leaving, shutting the door behind her.

I mutter to myself, “She’s not the boss of me. I’ll talk to whoever I want.”

Next Day

Reader POV

I wait for Natalie outside the band hall, scrolling on my phone.

She walks out holding her backpack, Gabe behind her.

“Let’s go loser and… not loser” he walks ahead of us. We follow after him and Natalie sits in the backseat with me, “Yay, I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be an uber driver.” He comments sarcastically.

I stifle a laugh and Natalie just shakes her head, “Don’t laugh, you can’t let him think he’s funny.”

“I’m hilarious actually so she can laugh all she wants.” He responds smugly.

She rolls her eyes before turning back to me, “So, did you decide if you’re going to homecoming?”

“Of course I’m going to homecoming.” I answer immediately. “I mean I’m not going with Zach but it was never a question of whether or not I was going.”

“Sheep.” She teases

“You’re going to!” I point out.

“Yeah but you’re going because you want to, I’m only going to shut Henry up.” She defends herself. “Why aren’t you going with Zach?”

“Apparently he only asked me cause Stella said no and also I’m straight up not into him.” I shrug, “Have you decided what you’re gonna wear yet?”

“Yeah my dress is like a dark green, I’ll show you when we get to my room.”

“I haven’t decided if I want this pale yellow one with the off the shoulder sleeves or this maroon one with no sleeves.” I show her pictures of the two options on my phone. “The yellow one is like cutesy fairy princess vibes but the red one is super hot and I love the bow.”

“Well do you wanna be cute or do you wanna be hot?”

“I don’t know. I love the color of the yellow one but I feel like it’s gonna make me look box shaped. The maroon one I love the style of but I think it’s too dark.”

“Why don’t you just get the maroon one in a different color?” Gabe chimes in from the front seat.

“They don’t have my size in the other colors.”

“So get it altered? You’ve got a month.” He states in a duh tone.

“…You’re right. Thanks” I hum.

“Don’t know why you’re worried anyway, you could show up wearing a literal garbage bag and still look better than half the girls there.” He compliments me but he says it like it’s a fact that he’s annoyed he has to point out. He even rolls his eyes when he says it.

“Uhh thanks? I think” I tilt my head slightly, a bit confused.

“Ignore him, he was dropped… a lot.” Natalie waves him off.

Eventually we make it to their house, walking inside.

“Hey Mr and Mrs Goodman.” I greet them politely.

“Hi (Name), good to see you again.” Dan responds.

“Thanks again for having me.”

“Oh you’re welcome anytime, we’re just glad Natalie’s finally coming out of her shell.” Diana waves off my thanks. “Why don’t you guys head on upstairs, we’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”

We nod and head up to Natalie’s room. We change into pajamas before sitting on her bed to keep up the conversation. Of course, we start with gossip.

“Did you hear Malia’s pregnant?”

Natalie gasps, “Really?! By who?”

“Apparently some guy from Mayfield.” I shrug

“Damn, you know Khloe and Elijah broke up?”

“Yeah, she was talking to his homeboy, Miles, behind his back.” I shake my head. “You know who’s still together though?” I roll my eyes

“Payton and Zoe?” She guesses

“Yes! I can’t even feel bad for her at this point. What do you mean he’s continuing to fuck girls behind your back- not even behind your back cause you know he’s doing it, and then he’s playing in your face constantly, don’t even treat you good, and you’re still with him.”

“She should take a page out of my book. I break up with Henry like once a month.”

I scoff, “Bullshit, you say you’re breaking up and he says, ‘Nahhh, love you though, talk to you tomorrow.’ and then you do infact talk to him tomorrow. You and Henry are locked in, you just don’t wanna admit it.”

“…Okay maybe you have a point.” We both burst out laughing.

After a few hours of talking and laughing, Gabe comes in to tell us dinner’s ready before walking downstairs. We get up and go down too.

Sitting around the table we all have typical conversation. Blah blah blah how was your day? Blah blah blah plans for the weekend/ rest of the night? Blah blah blah ‘Gabe if you don’t stop staring at my friend I will stab you with this fork’.

“I’m not doing anything. Jeez, and you said I was dropped a lot.” He responds defensively.

“You’re practically drooling.” Natalie argues.

“Mom, you asked if I was snorting coke but clearly Nat’s the one you gotta worry about.” He gestures at her mockingly while looking at their mom.

“I’m not on drugs!” She defends, exasperated.

“Fine, maybe you just ‘slipped’ out of my hands a few too many times during my Lion King obsession.” He shrugs, still taunting her.

She groans, looking at their parents, “He’s not 18 yet, it’s not too late to put him up for adoption.”

Dan sighs, “You two, be nice and eat your food.”

They stop arguing and go back to eating, the rest of the meal goes by normally and Natalie and I head back up to her room. We curl up in her bed and start watching Saw.

“I will literally never not be pissed that he didn’t go back for him. My goat Adam didn’t deserve to die, literally all he did was be broke.” I complain after we finish the 3rd one and take a break.

“Yeah justice for Adam. The 3rd one is probably my favorite, it’s just super well written.” I nod in agreement and she adds, “Hey, go get snacks before we start the 4th one.”

“Why can’t you go get em, it’s your house.”

“Yeah but I don’t wanna… ooh make popcorn.”

I roll my eyes, already getting up, “Fine.” I head downstairs, her parents are already in bed and Gabe is sitting on the couch watching House.

He glances back when he hears footsteps and I notice him perk up slightly when he notices it’s me. “Natalie kick you out already?” He jokes

“Nope, she sent me to grab snacks because she didn’t wanna get up. Apparently Saw 1, 2 and 3 left her too emotionally distraught to use her legs.” I answer, walking into the kitchen.

The first thing I do is put a bag of popcorn in the microwave like she asked. While that’s cooking I walk back over to the snack cabinet, thinking of what else I need to grab. Caught up in snack gathering, I don’t notice Gabe approaching until he’s right behind me, leaning against the counter.

“So… you really don’t have a homecoming date?” He tilts his head slightly

Damn he’s fine- No, no, no. I turn back to the snack cabinet to avoid looking at him. “Nope. Who are you going with?”

“I dunno, I haven’t asked anyone and no one’s asked me. I’ll probably end up going as a group with friends.” I feel him step closer.

I nod, wishing this popcorn would cook faster.

He continues, “Why don’t you have a date? I mean sure you don’t wanna go with Zach but there’s no way he’s the only person who’s asked you.”

My breath hitches when he moves even closer, his chest hovering just inches away from my back. I shake my head, “I’m not nearly as popular as you seem to think I am. I mean I’m popular enough to be asked but not enough to be anyone’s first choice. The only people who have asked me so far are only asking because someone else said no and I’m not about to be a backup option. I’d rather go alone than be asked in a ‘here, damn’ way.”

He physically recoils in surprise/ confusion, “The only guys who have asked you to homecoming are rejects? There’s no way.”

I shrug it off, “I’m not popular in the same way you are, I’m only popular by association. Guys look at me as the ‘close enough’ option.” The microwave beeps and I go grab the popcorn. “Oh look at that, guess I better be heading back up now.” I walk past him but he catches my wrist.

I freeze, thinking to myself ‘Don’t even think about it (Name), this is your best friend’s brother. Get it together. Keep it casual.’

He smirks slightly, “Woah, your heart’s beating pretty fast”

Lie! “Uh my heart doesn’t beat.” Lie better than that!

He laughs at that, turning me back to face him and dropping my wrist, “Really? That’s what you’re going with?”

“Yup.” I nod with fake confidence.

He brings up his other hand up to brush a bit of hair out of my face, “Your face is burning up too.”

“…no” I answer hesitantly

“No?”

“No.” I double down. “No it’s not.”

He hums, “I wonder what’s got you so flustered?”

“I just get really passionate- about popcorn. It really… it really butters my biscuit, you know?” Oh my gosh someone shoot me.

“Oh does it? Popcorn? Butters your biscuit? Really?” He tilts his head, leaning closer, inches away from me.

“Mhm, butters it right it, tickles my fancy if you will.” I nod, failing miserably at acting casual.

He leans past my shoulder to whisper in my ear, “You’re a remarkably bad liar.” I think I feel my heart stop, “Didn’t your parents teach you about ‘honesty being the best policy’?”

I stutter a bit before opting to just stay quiet. Maybe it’s like Jurassic Park and if I don’t move or make noise he can’t see me.

He leans back, still standing in my space just enough to keep the tension. “You know, Natalie isn’t down here, you don’t have to worry about her right now. It’s just you,” he moves his hand to ghost over my waist, “and me.”

I shake my head, holding onto my last bit of resolve, “No, no, no. I am a good friend.”

“So? What does that have to do with anything?” His hands firmly rest on my waist now.

“So I’m not gonna do anything that would majorly upset her. She nearly had a stroke over you looking at me. This- she might actually murder us.” I explain

“Define ‘this’?” He tilts his head coyly

“This- whatever is happening right now. Or not happening, this is not happening.”

“Well nothing is happening-yet.”

I falter for a second before shaking my head again, “No, no yet. No ever. She’s my best friend, she’s your sister, we- I-“

“You know, I’m hearing a lot of ‘I can’t’ from you but I haven’t heard a single ‘I don’t want to’.”

Shit. “I- don’t… want to.” Nice one (Name), that sounded totally believable.

“Oh yeah?” He gives me that cocky, annoying(ly hot) smirk, “Then pull away.” He even pulls his hands back, crossing his arms.

My feet stay planted to the ground and I let out a deep breath, “You’re awful.”

“And you’re still standing here. By your bullshit logic, that makes you just as awful.”

“It’s not bullshit logic, it’s very rational-“ He cuts me off with a quick kiss to my lips.

He pulls back and feigns a shocked look, “Oh my goodness…See how we didn’t both instantly die?” He looks around, “Natalie?… I just kissed your best friend…” He pretends to be listening for a response, “Hey Natalie, don’t say anything if you’re cool with me doing it again.” He turns back to me with a smug smile, “See, we’re good. She clearly doesn’t mind.”

“You’re an idiot.” I cave, pulling him back into another kiss, much longer this time.

I feel him smirk against my lips, drawing me closer. One hand slides to the back of my neck, deepening the kiss. I pull back for air, muttering against him, “Natalie’s totally gonna murder us if-“

“Natalie’s not the boss of me.” He leans back in for more. My mind goes blank of everything outside of him. “Also, I’m pretty sure you just heard her agree that she’s cool with it.” He jokes between kisses, I feel him press me against the counter, crowding into my space even more.

Gabe POV

Finally! I’ve thought about this more times than I can count since the first time she came over. Natalie’s lucky I waited this long.

This, this is better than imagining, this is real. I can feel the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. I’m actively breathing in the scent of her hair product and that lotion she wears all the time, not to mention tasting her lips on mine.

My head is swimming and it feels like I’m drowning in her but honestly, I can’t complain. My hand on her waist slides down to her hip as I press her against the counter, being as close to her as physically possible.

I pull back when I feel myself starting to get carried away, resting my forehead against hers instead. “So hypothetically if I asked you to homecoming what would you say?”

“Are you crazy?! You know how that would go? ‘Hey Nat, I know I said I didn’t have a homecoming date but I’m actually going with your brother. Oh how did that happen? Well he asked me after I made out with him in your kitche-why are you reaching in your pocket?’ And then she literally murders me.”

I shake my head in disbelief, “Okay let me rephrase. What would you say if I asked you in real life and not crazy town which is the only place that would happen?”

“I keep the same answer, are you crazy?” She’s so stubborn, which I gotta admit, it’s kinda cute.

“Nope, my parents had us tested.” I half-joke before rolling my eyes when she doesn’t budge, “Fine, since you’re sooo scared of Natalie being mad at you, what would you say if she was cool with it?”

“Psh, in some alternate dimension where Natalie is even remotely okay with that, I would say yes.” She concedes, rolling her eyes like i asked her the most impossible hypothetical ever.

“Okay, great goodnight.” I nod, heading back to the living room before she can change her mind. I get Natalie to tell (Name) she’s not going to murder her and/or never talk to her again if she goes out with me and boom she’s all mine…. Not in a creepy possessive misogynistic way, ew.

Reader POV

I stand in the kitchen for another minute before rushing back upstairs with the snacks. I stand outside her bedroom for a moment, stealing my nerves before I walk in. Fortunately for me, Natalie’s completely knocked out when I walk in. I sigh, scrolling on my phone and stress eating the popcorn…

What have I gotten myself into?