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It started with the eyes. It was always the eyes. You would have thought that people have never heard of heterochromia iridum before or something. You peers seemed to be under the impression that just because your eyes were two different colors, they had some sort of inherit right to pick on you.

Your eyes caught the attention of your school’s resident bullies but they weren’t the only odd thing about you.

Even since you were a child, you had had an affinity with animals. When you turned thirteen, however, it reached its peak. One day, a gray wolf pup just showed up on your doorstep and refused to leave. You tried to shoo it away, attempted to use a broom to move it away from your house, and finally called Animal Control.

The wolf remained.

You parents honestly weren’t too pleased by it, and neither were you at first, but as the wolf wasn’t leaving, you all decided you would make the best of it.

The wolf followed you everywhere. If you went outside, you were trailed by a gray shadow. If you went somewhere with your parents, the wolf somehow managed to follow you. Even went you went to school, your gray companion was with you.

Naturally, the school faculty didn’t approve of your furry companion but as Animal Control wasn’t really an option, as evidenced by your first encounter with your wolf, they allowed it. After all, you noted, your wolf was less like a wild animal and like a domesticated dog.

As nice as it was to have a wolf around for… well, protection, it was just another thing that the other kids at your high school targeted you for.

To put it frankly, you weren’t exactly a popular kid. You tried your best to keep out of everyone else’s way and just get to class but the bullies had other things in mind.

Today is a perfect example.

The halls of you school were always crowded, making it impossible not to bump into someone.

It just so happened that the someones you bumped into were Al and Matt, two of the worst bullies at school and your personal tormentors.

“Watch where you’re going, freak!” Matt spat, not even bothering to look at you. Al, however, stopped and yanked on his half brother’s backpack, thus forcing Matt to stop his forward motion.

For almost a solid minute, Al just stared at you. It wasn’t in a romantic way. It looked like he was thinking of the best way to kill you. Al opened his mouth to say something when you were sideswiped by a chittering pink bundle of joy.

“Who is this cutie?” Oliver practically squealed.

“Get off of her, Oliver.” Jacques ordered. Oliver did as he was told and helped pull you to your feet.

“My, you have lovely eyes.” Oliver commented, peering into your face.

“Um, thanks.” You muttered, trying to move away from your bullies and their friends.

“Why are you even speaking to that freak, Oliver?” Al demanded. Oliver’s cheery expression quickly morphed to confusion.

“Why would you say something like that to her?” Oliver asked. Al snorted.

“You can see her eyes! They’re weird.”

“No.” Oliver disagreed. “They’re beautiful. They’re absolutely stunning and are something that set her apart from everyone else.”

“Then there’s her wolf.” Al continued after an awkward pause.

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“Her relationship with it is totally unnatural! Wolves aren’t meant to be pets and the school shouldn’t let it be here! I mean, hello? Safety hazard?” Oliver looked at your wolf a moment before his grin reappeared.

“Wolves are cool, like bowties.” Al rolled his eyes. When Al didn’t add anything further, Oliver turned his attention back to you.

“I just realized that I don’t know you name.”

“It’s (Name).” You murmured.

“Your name is just as pretty as you are.” Oliver complimented.

“Please don’t tell me you’re making conversation with this freak?” Al growled.

“What is your deal about Oliver talking to (Name)? Yeah, her eyes are mismatched. So what? Your eyes are red. That’s not exactly natural.” Jacques pointed out. “If your eye color doesn’t matter, neither should hers.”

“You know what, no. This isn’t even a conversation worth continuing.” Al snapped before storming off down the hallway.

“What’s his problem?” You asked no one in particular.

“Al doesn’t just have one.” Matt said dryly.

“I’m sorry about what Al said to you. Has he been bothering you like that for long?” You shrugged.

“Yeah. It’s not just him though. What Al said hurts but the others say much worse.”

“That’s not cool.” Oliver stated. “You know what, I like you. You should totally hang with us sometime. Okay?”

“Um, okay.”

“Great! Come to this address after school!” Oliver said and wrote his home address on the back of your hand. Before you could get out another word, Oliver was being dragged away by Jacques.

“Well, that escalated quickly.” You sighed, watching Matt, Oliver, and Jacques disappear in the sea of students.

~*~

“Please tell me you didn’t. Tell me to my face that you did not just invite the number one freak at our school to come over to our house.” Al snarled.

“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to stay.” Matt pointed out.

“I’ll be upstairs.” Al said bitterly as you rang the doorbell.

Oliver bounced up to the door and flung it open.

“Hey, (Name)!” He chirped.

“Um, hey.” You smiled nervously.

Picking up on your less than enthusiastic attitude, Oliver gently took your hand and led you to the living room.

“Don’t worry, Al’s up in his room. He won’t bother you.” Oliver promised.

You settled on the couch, your discomfort, while still present, lessened to a bearable level.

“So,” Jacques began, “tell us a little about yourself.”

“There’s not much to tell. Because of my eyes and my wolf, most people make judgments before they get to know me.”

“How long have people been bullying you?” Matt asked. You shrugged.

“For as long as I can remember.”

“People don’t like things that are different.” Jacques stated. “You know, despite what Al thinks, you’re alright, (Name).”

“Yeah!” Oliver agreed. “Now that you’re friends with us, you won’t have to worry about those meanies again.”

“Isn’t it a bit early to call me your friend? You only just met me today.” You said.

“Oliver may be a bit hasty when it comes to declaring friendship, but he means every word.” Matt said.

“Um, hey, where’s the bathroom?” You asked suddenly.

“Upstairs. Third door on your right.” Jacques supplied.

“Thanks.” You said. You hurried up the stairs and yanked open the door to the bathroom. You raced inside and leaned against the door, eyes closed.

It wasn’t until an annoyed voice spoke that you realized that you were in the wrong room.

“What are you doing in my bedroom?” Al asked.

Oh crap.

“I-I was-I mean, uh, bathroom! I was looking for the bathroom. I clearly made a mistake so I’ll be going now.”

You spun to face the door only to stop and eye the poster on the back of the door.

“You like baseball?”

“Yeah.” Al snapped. “Aren’t you going to leave now?”

“Who’s your favorite player?” You asked before you could stop yourself.

“Spooner.”

“Really? Wow. I would have thought you’d have better taste.”

“Oh really? And what makes you say that?” Al sat up on his bed, interested in what you had to say despite himself.

“The media talk him up but honestly anyone with eyes can see that his game sucks. He won’t do well next season unless he improves drastically.”

“And since when do you like baseball?” Al asked.

“I’ve always liked baseball,” you smiled, opening his door to leave, “you’ve just never bothered to ask.”

You trotted down the stairs, bathroom forgotten, and glanced at the wall clock.

“Holy crap! I’m going to be late!” You dashed to the front door, completely forgetting about Oliver, Jacques, and Matt who still sat in the living room waiting for your return from the lavatory.

“What are you late for?” Oliver yelled, popping up from the couch to see you off.

“I have an interview about a possible job at the zoo! Thanks for inviting me over; I’ll see you at school tomorrow!” You yelled as you and your wolf raced down the driveway.

Oliver shut the door and smiled.

“I like her.”

“Is she gone?” Al asked from the top of the stairs.

“Yep. Job interview.” Matt said.

“So, what’s the vote? Cool or not?” Jacques asked.

“Cool!” Oliver hummed.

“Cool.” Matt said.

“Cool.” Jacques agreed.

Everyone shifted their attention to Al.

“She’s okay.” Al said.

“Wait, so you like her?” Oliver shrieked in happiness.

“That’s not what I said!” Al growled. “Maybe I judged her too quickly.”

“What did she say to change your mind?” Jacques asked. Al remained silent before a small smirk appeared on his face.

“Spooner.” He said.

~*~

Even though you had only known Oliver, Matt, and Jacques for less than twenty-four hours, they changed everything for you in the morning.

When you walked through the front doors of your school, you noticed that your usual tormentors kept their distance from you. In fact, all of them were completely ignoring you.

One of your bullies, a dude named Jared, glanced at you then hurriedly averted his gaze when he met your eyes.

Weird.

“Hey! (Name)! Did you get the job?” Oliver asked as he bounced up to you.

“I did actually.” You beamed, rightfully proud of yourself.

“Awesome!” Oliver swept you up in a hug.

“Thanks. Hey, have you noticed anyone acting different? Not that I’m complaining but most people seem to be avoiding me.” You said.

“Word travels fast.” Matt murmured.

“Excuse me?”

“Someone must have told someone else that you’re hanging out with us now.” Jacques said.”

“Why would that matter?” You asked. Jacques raised an eyebrow as if to ask, “seriously?”

“Most people are smart enough not to mess with us or our people.”

“You’re welcome~” Oliver grinned.

“If you’re going to hang with us, you’re going to need to toughen up. We can’t be seen with a weakling.” A new voice said.

“Al! We were wondering where you got off to.” Oliver said.

“Oh, hey Al.” You said slightly shuffling away from him.

“Listen (Name), I, um, want to apologize.” Al’s words came out slow, like he didn’t want to say them. “I’ve been a real jerk to you because you’re different.”

You smiled.

“Apology accepted. Hey, maybe you guys could come visit me at work sometime. After today, I’ll be working there every day after school. There’s even a park where people like to play ball.” You said turning to Al.

“Spooner?” Al asked with a knowing smirk.

“Spooner.” You confirmed with a matching grin.

~Fin~

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Mismatched 2p!F.A.C.E.xReader

It started with the eyes. It was always the eyes. You would have thought that people have never heard of heterochromia iridum before or something. You peers seemed to be under the impression that just because your eyes were two different colors, they had some sort of inherit right to pick on you.

Your eyes caught the attention of your school’s resident bullies but they weren’t the only odd thing about you.

Even since you were a child, you had had an affinity with animals. When you turned thirteen, however, it reached its peak. One day, a gray wolf pup just showed up on your doorstep and refused to leave. You tried to shoo it away, attempted to use a broom to move it away from your house, and finally called Animal Control.

The wolf remained.

You parents honestly weren’t too pleased by it, and neither were you at first, but as the wolf wasn’t leaving, you all decided you would make the best of it.

The wolf followed you everywhere. If you went outside, you were trailed by a gray shadow. If you went somewhere with your parents, the wolf somehow managed to follow you. Even went you went to school, your gray companion was with you.

Naturally, the school faculty didn’t approve of your furry companion but as Animal Control wasn’t really an option, as evidenced by your first encounter with your wolf, they allowed it. After all, you noted, your wolf was less like a wild animal and like a domesticated dog.

As nice as it was to have a wolf around for… well, protection, it was just another thing that the other kids at your high school targeted you for.

To put it frankly, you weren’t exactly a popular kid. You tried your best to keep out of everyone else’s way and just get to class but the bullies had other things in mind.

Today is a perfect example.

The halls of you school were always crowded, making it impossible not to bump into someone.

It just so happened that the someones you bumped into were Al and Matt, two of the worst bullies at school and your personal tormentors.

“Watch where you’re going, freak!” Matt spat, not even bothering to look at you. Al, however, stopped and yanked on his half brother’s backpack, thus forcing Matt to stop his forward motion.

For almost a solid minute, Al just stared at you. It wasn’t in a romantic way. It looked like he was thinking of the best way to kill you. Al opened his mouth to say something when you were sideswiped by a chittering pink bundle of joy.

“Who is this cutie?” Oliver practically squealed.

“Get off of her, Oliver.” Jacques ordered. Oliver did as he was told and helped pull you to your feet.

“My, you have lovely eyes.” Oliver commented, peering into your face.

“Um, thanks.” You muttered, trying to move away from your bullies and their friends.

“Why are you even speaking to that freak, Oliver?” Al demanded. Oliver’s cheery expression quickly morphed to confusion.

“Why would you say something like that to her?” Oliver asked. Al snorted.

“You can see her eyes! They’re weird.”

“No.” Oliver disagreed. “They’re beautiful. They’re absolutely stunning and are something that set her apart from everyone else.”

“Then there’s her wolf.” Al continued after an awkward pause.

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“Her relationship with it is totally unnatural! Wolves aren’t meant to be pets and the school shouldn’t let it be here! I mean, hello? Safety hazard?” Oliver looked at your wolf a moment before his grin reappeared.

“Wolves are cool, like bowties.” Al rolled his eyes. When Al didn’t add anything further, Oliver turned his attention back to you.

“I just realized that I don’t know you name.”

“It’s (Name).” You murmured.

“Your name is just as pretty as you are.” Oliver complimented.

“Please don’t tell me you’re making conversation with this freak?” Al growled.

“What is your deal about Oliver talking to (Name)? Yeah, her eyes are mismatched. So what? Your eyes are red. That’s not exactly natural.” Jacques pointed out. “If your eye color doesn’t matter, neither should hers.”

“You know what, no. This isn’t even a conversation worth continuing.” Al snapped before storming off down the hallway.

“What’s his problem?” You asked no one in particular.

“Al doesn’t just have one.” Matt said dryly.

“I’m sorry about what Al said to you. Has he been bothering you like that for long?” You shrugged.

“Yeah. It’s not just him though. What Al said hurts but the others say much worse.”

“That’s not cool.” Oliver stated. “You know what, I like you. You should totally hang with us sometime. Okay?”

“Um, okay.”

“Great! Come to this address after school!” Oliver said and wrote his home address on the back of your hand. Before you could get out another word, Oliver was being dragged away by Jacques.

“Well, that escalated quickly.” You sighed, watching Matt, Oliver, and Jacques disappear in the sea of students.

~*~

“Please tell me you didn’t. Tell me to my face that you did not just invite the number one freak at our school to come over to our house.” Al snarled.

“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to stay.” Matt pointed out.

“I’ll be upstairs.” Al said bitterly as you rang the doorbell.

Oliver bounced up to the door and flung it open.

“Hey, (Name)!” He chirped.

“Um, hey.” You smiled nervously.

Picking up on your less than enthusiastic attitude, Oliver gently took your hand and led you to the living room.

“Don’t worry, Al’s up in his room. He won’t bother you.” Oliver promised.

You settled on the couch, your discomfort, while still present, lessened to a bearable level.

“So,” Jacques began, “tell us a little about yourself.”

“There’s not much to tell. Because of my eyes and my wolf, most people make judgments before they get to know me.”

“How long have people been bullying you?” Matt asked. You shrugged.

“For as long as I can remember.”

“People don’t like things that are different.” Jacques stated. “You know, despite what Al thinks, you’re alright, (Name).”

“Yeah!” Oliver agreed. “Now that you’re friends with us, you won’t have to worry about those meanies again.”

“Isn’t it a bit early to call me your friend? You only just met me today.” You said.

“Oliver may be a bit hasty when it comes to declaring friendship, but he means every word.” Matt said.

“Um, hey, where’s the bathroom?” You asked suddenly.

“Upstairs. Third door on your right.” Jacques supplied.

“Thanks.” You said. You hurried up the stairs and yanked open the door to the bathroom. You raced inside and leaned against the door, eyes closed.

It wasn’t until an annoyed voice spoke that you realized that you were in the wrong room.

“What are you doing in my bedroom?” Al asked.

Oh crap.

“I-I was-I mean, uh, bathroom! I was looking for the bathroom. I clearly made a mistake so I’ll be going now.”

You spun to face the door only to stop and eye the poster on the back of the door.

“You like baseball?”

“Yeah.” Al snapped. “Aren’t you going to leave now?”

“Who’s your favorite player?” You asked before you could stop yourself.

“Spooner.”

“Really? Wow. I would have thought you’d have better taste.”

“Oh really? And what makes you say that?” Al sat up on his bed, interested in what you had to say despite himself.

“The media talk him up but honestly anyone with eyes can see that his game sucks. He won’t do well next season unless he improves drastically.”

“And since when do you like baseball?” Al asked.

“I’ve always liked baseball,” you smiled, opening his door to leave, “you’ve just never bothered to ask.”

You trotted down the stairs, bathroom forgotten, and glanced at the wall clock.

“Holy crap! I’m going to be late!” You dashed to the front door, completely forgetting about Oliver, Jacques, and Matt who still sat in the living room waiting for your return from the lavatory.

“What are you late for?” Oliver yelled, popping up from the couch to see you off.

“I have an interview about a possible job at the zoo! Thanks for inviting me over; I’ll see you at school tomorrow!” You yelled as you and your wolf raced down the driveway.

Oliver shut the door and smiled.

“I like her.”

“Is she gone?” Al asked from the top of the stairs.

“Yep. Job interview.” Matt said.

“So, what’s the vote? Cool or not?” Jacques asked.

“Cool!” Oliver hummed.

“Cool.” Matt said.

“Cool.” Jacques agreed.

Everyone shifted their attention to Al.

“She’s okay.” Al said.

“Wait, so you like her?” Oliver shrieked in happiness.

“That’s not what I said!” Al growled. “Maybe I judged her too quickly.”

“What did she say to change your mind?” Jacques asked. Al remained silent before a small smirk appeared on his face.

“Spooner.” He said.

~*~

Even though you had only known Oliver, Matt, and Jacques for less than twenty-four hours, they changed everything for you in the morning.

When you walked through the front doors of your school, you noticed that your usual tormentors kept their distance from you. In fact, all of them were completely ignoring you.

One of your bullies, a dude named Jared, glanced at you then hurriedly averted his gaze when he met your eyes.

Weird.

“Hey! (Name)! Did you get the job?” Oliver asked as he bounced up to you.

“I did actually.” You beamed, rightfully proud of yourself.

“Awesome!” Oliver swept you up in a hug.

“Thanks. Hey, have you noticed anyone acting different? Not that I’m complaining but most people seem to be avoiding me.” You said.

“Word travels fast.” Matt murmured.

“Excuse me?”

“Someone must have told someone else that you’re hanging out with us now.” Jacques said.”

“Why would that matter?” You asked. Jacques raised an eyebrow as if to ask, “seriously?”

“Most people are smart enough not to mess with us or our people.”

“You’re welcome~” Oliver grinned.

“If you’re going to hang with us, you’re going to need to toughen up. We can’t be seen with a weakling.” A new voice said.

“Al! We were wondering where you got off to.” Oliver said.

“Oh, hey Al.” You said slightly shuffling away from him.

“Listen (Name), I, um, want to apologize.” Al’s words came out slow, like he didn’t want to say them. “I’ve been a real jerk to you because you’re different.”

You smiled.

“Apology accepted. Hey, maybe you guys could come visit me at work sometime. After today, I’ll be working there every day after school. There’s even a park where people like to play ball.” You said turning to Al.

“Spooner?” Al asked with a knowing smirk.

“Spooner.” You confirmed with a matching grin.

~Fin~