Millard Nullings x Reader (ON HIATUS)

Not As Invisible Anymore

(A/N): This one is kinda angsty. Also there's a swear word or two in there.

Your P.O.V

You sat down at the dining table for breakfast. Something felt off, but you weren't sure what. Maybe it was the new modern clothes all the peculiars were wearing. Maybe it was the new setting. Whatever it was, it was bothering you.
You sat silently throughout the entirety of the meal, pondering what was wrong about it all. Finally, it hit you.
"Where's Millard?"
The children all shrugged.
"Probably still asleep," Enoch said.
This satisfied everyone else, and they all went back to their previous conversations. You stood up and walked off.
"Where are you going?" Emma asked.
"Upstairs," you lied. You went off to go find Millard.

Millard's P.O.V.

Did they even notice I wasn't there? Did they realize that I was just lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, questioning whether or not I even mattered to them?
Of course not, I thought to myself. I'm just as invisible to them physically as I am in all other aspects. Just a genius with no face and no important qualities aside from my mind.
I sighed softly. She wouldn't like me beating myself up like this. I knew it and I still did it.
Knock, knock.
Speak of the devil.
"Don't come in, I'm naked,"
I called. A soft laugh emitted from the other side before the door opened and the loveliest girl alive walked in. My best friend (no matter how much it pained me to think of her that way, that was what we were), (y/n), entered and sat on the edge if my bed.
"Why on earth weren't you at breakfast?" she asked.
"I'm not hungry," I muttered.
"Millard I-don't-know-your-middle-name Nullings, you are always hungry, especially in the morning. Tell me the real reason why you aren't downstairs stuffing your face at this very moment."
I was silent for a moment. "Did they notice I was missing?"
She looked down at her lap. "I did, but no one else seemed to."
Of course none of them noticed. I'm invisible.
"Oh," I said softly.
"Mill, if you were up here doing what I think you were-"
"And what would that be? Reading? Writing some dumb book that no one will ever read? Obtaining some more useless knowledge that will only be useful once, and become just another random fact that I'll retain till the end of my days?"
Her eyes widened. "You know I don't think of you like that."
"What if I don't? What if I think the only reason you spend any time with me is because you pity me? What if I think that I'm just a brain with no face to you?" I was crying silently at this point.
"Mill, you are so much more than just a brain to me! You're my best and pretty much only friend! You're the kindest, sweetest person I've ever met, including Bronwyn. And on top of all that, you're the first person I've had a crush on in years!"

Your P.O.V.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no
oh no  oh no.
Did you really just admit your feelings to Millard?
"Wait, what was that last part again?" he asked, sitting up (you could tell since his imprint on the bed changed and there was a slight creaking of the springs).
"I-I've had a crush on you for pretty much all 70 of the years we spent in the loop. I tried everything to get over it: dating other boys, trying to convince myself it was bad to have a crush on an invisible guy, fuck, I nearly kissed a normal, and an ugly one, at that." You looked back over to where he was. "I guess there's just no getting over someone like you."
There was silence for a moment, and in that moment you were terrified beyond all belief that he would hate you forever because of what you said.
"I'm almost speechless," he said. "But not quite. (Y/n), I've felt the same from the moment we met. I was worried that you'd never feel the same, but you do. And that means that I can finally do this."
An invisible arm wrapped around your waist and brought you closer to him. You felt something soft brush against your lips, and kissed back quickly. The rest of the world melted away, and the only things that mattered were the boy kissing you and the fact that he felt the same way about you that you did for him.
When the need to breathe became too much, you pulled away and hugged him.
"I'm glad you told me how you felt. It makes me feel a lot more important."
You grinned. "I guess you're not as invisible any more, huh?"
"I guess not," he said, and you could tell he was smiling by the way he spoke. "Now let's go downstairs, as I'm absolutely famished."
You laughed softly and stood up. He stood beside you, and, hand in hand, you walked down to breakfast.