Millard Nullings x Reader (ON HIATUS)

Shy

A/N: This one was requested by _mrsnullings_. Sorry if some of the suff said in the rambly part makes no sense; I was just trying to sound as nerdy ans scientific as possible with zero knowledge of what I was talking about. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!

You walked silently to your best and only friend's house. His name was Jacob Portman, but you had always called him Jack. The nickname arose after the two of you had watched Titanic and he had cried at Jack's death. He always said that he hated it, but he has yet to tell you to stop.
You arrived at his home and knocked on the front door. He answered with a smile. "There you are, (y/n). I was getting worried."
"You know I wouldn't ignore you after you told me it was important. So what's up?"
"I've got some people I want you to meet."
Your heart sank quickly. You hated meeting new people. You had always been shy and awkward, and those annoying traits had only increased as time went in. That was the reason that Jacob was your only friend. He hadn't given up on getting to know you, and so he became a friend. Now you were meeting several people, all of whom would likely have a false image of you from the stories Jacob had told them.
The worry must have shown in your face, because Jacob added, "Don't worry. They'll love you, and if you don't feel up to befriending them now it can just be introducing you guys for today."
Relief washed over you. "Thanks." He nodded and led you into his family's living room.
Inside was the most strange group of people you had ever seen. There was a young girl with enormous shoes, a pudgy boy with clay soldiers, a boy in a fancy suit, a pretty blonde girl who approached Jacob as soon as he entered the room, a messy and wild looking girl, and several others strewn randomly about the room. They all looked up at you as soon as you entered, and you could feel your face flush as they did so. You quickly focused on the ground and didn't look up until one of the younger kids walked up to you.
"What's your name, miss?" It was a small girl with golden, curly hair.
"I-I'm (y/n)."
"Nice to meet you," the wild looking girl said. "My name's Bronwyn,  and that's Claire." She then proceeded to introduce everyone in the room before pointing at an empty spot on the couch. "And that's Millard. I believe that's everyone."
"Yes, that was everybody," a male voice said. You jumped at his voice and glanced around, trying to see who had spoken. The young girl, Claire, spoke up.
"That was Millard. He's invisible. Literally."
"How is that possible?" you murmured softly. The same male voice spoke, and as it did there was the faint sound of the couch springs creaking and footsteps approaching you.
"Well, it's because I'm peculiar. So is Jacob, and Emma, and Bronwyn, and everyone else in here. And who knows?" The footsteps stopped, and you could sense someone in front of you. "Perhaps you are as well."
You blinked and felt more hear rise into your cheeks as you noticed everyone staring at you. "I-I'm not special at all, though. What is this peculiar thing, anyway?"
The boy, Millard, calmly explained. "In a nutshell, it means that you've gotsome special ability. Jacob, for example, can see hollowgasts, which is a monster that is invisible to nearly everyone. Emma can create fire. Bronwyn is inhumanly strong. Claire has a mouth on the back of her head. There are more common ones, however, such as mind reading. The rarest ones include Jacob's ability and the power to stop time."
You stared at the ground, thoroughly puzzled. "But, how is any of that possible? The only scientifically possible trait you've mentioned is the second mouth, and even that is extremely bizarre and unlikely, as it would involve far too much mutation for nearly every human to handle. And how on Earth are you invisible? The particles required to form a human are all visible, so unless they somehow got mutated beyond all belief they should still be at least transparent. None of this makes any sense!" You stopped suddenly and glanced up at the people in the room, who were all gaping at you in shock. Your face turned an even brighter shade of red, and you looked back down. "Sorry," you mumbled.
To your surprise, Millard laughed. "You know, I've never actually stopped to consider just how bizarre this all would seem to someone who was raised on science and not our peculiar lore. I suppose this is extremely odd for a person grounded in science to understand. See, it's all possible because it doesn't follow science's rules. I suppose it could be called magic, though I doubt most peculiars would like that term being used to describe them. I apologize if that's a poor explanation, but there really isn't a way to explain peculiardom without sounding insane."
You looked up at where the boy's face should be. "Thank you," you said softly.
Jacob suddenly grabbed your wrist. "C'mon, (y/n). You're the best cook out of all of us, and there won't be any adults here for a few more hours. You have been elected to make us food, along with Millard since he's got a lot of good recipes memorized." Jacob led you off to the kitchen, and judging from the following footsteps, Millard wasn't far behind.
The kitchen was the exact way that you remembered it. The cabinets were all neat and organized, and everything was so clean it was impossible to tell whether or  not they used it. Jacob smiled encouragingly before being dragged off by Emma to go talk to all the others.
Millard spoke first. "So, what do you want to make?" You shrugged silently as you browsed the cabinets, looking for something easy to make. "Surely you've got to have something you enjoy making. What is it?"
You stared at the ground for a moment before speaking. "I've always loved making (your favorite food), but I doubt anyone else would want to eat it."
"If they don't want to eat what you make, they can make something else themselves. Let's get to work!"
His sudden energy and happiness was contagious, and before long you were laughing softly at all his silly stories and jokes. He also knew random facts about the other peculiars, most of which were embarrassing but funny. Finally, he asked a question that you were dreading.
"So, why are you so quiet? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but I'm legitimately curious as to why you're so shy."
You took a deep breath. "It's mostly because I've always been different from everyone else. They made fun of me because I always talked to my friends. They said I was crazy, that I was talking to air. But, since I got here, I've been thinking. Is seeing ghosts a type of peculiarity?"
"Yes, it is."
"Then I think I may be peculiar. I've always seen people who were supposed to be dead when nobody else could."
"I really do hope you are peculiar. You're much to wonderful to be a normal." Your face flushed at his kind words, and you mumbled a soft, "Thanks."
At last, the food was finished, and you and Millard took it out to everyone else. They all looked slightly wary of the food, but as soon as they started to eat compliments came rolling in about how good it was. Oddly enough, they all were saying these comments towards Millard and not you. Millard, after sitting in silence for a bit, corrected their mistake.
"Actually, (y/n) made just about all of this."
"Seriously? Jeez, (y/n), I didn't realize you were this good at cooking. You should seriously consider being a chef."
You blushed lightly and looked at your plate wordlessly. You felt a hand gently grip yours and glanced at the seat beside you. It was presumably taken by Millard, as there was no visible person sitting there. You smiled faintly, blushing even brighter, and looked away. He laughed faintly before muttering, "You're so cute."
After everyone had finished eating, Millard gently led you off to the roof. Nobody seemed to notice the two of you leaving the rest of the group. As soon as you got there, he spoke.
"You're awesome. And super smart. If seriously like to get to know you, if you're alright with that."
You nodded, thoroughly startled. "Yeah, that sounds good."
"Good. Maybe I can teach you how to be less shy."
"Maybe."