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loveysloveclub · 4 months

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meeting the freshmen - the man! au

in which, mark and ethan ruin molly's chance of making a good first impression with the new freshmen.

"god! i am so excited!" molly explained as she dropped onto the couch of her new home for her sophomore year of college. the group of sophomores had been back at school for about a week now, and were finally going to be able to meet the new freshmen that would be joining their hockey team.

"why?" ethan scoffed from beside her, engrossed in a game he was playing on his phone. the boys had yet to set up the new television in the sophomore house, so, instead of playing play station like they usually would, they had all downloaded a variety of games on their phone.

"because we get to meet the new freshies." molly stated in a 'duh' tone. mark chuckled at her from across the room, also engrossed on a game on his phone. "you're like the same age as them."

"you're like the same age as them." molly mocked the boy, pulling her own phone out of her pocket to text dylan about how annoying their friends were. "i do not sound like that!" mark exclaimed, offence dripping from his tone.

molly opened her mouth to rebut his claim, but was cut off by ethan. "and stop talking shit about us to duker." ethan butted in, his eyes not leaving his phone screen. "i'm not talking shit about you to duker." molly's phone pinged, the reply from dylan agreeing with her making her laugh loudly.

"yes, you are. you guys always do it." ethan rebutted, rolling his eyes before switching off his phone and sliding it into his pocket.

"can we go? we're gonna be late for bowling." mackie asked, slightly annoyed by his unreliable new roommates. "god forbid we're late for bowling!" molly exclaimed, her hand flying to her chest in faux horror.

mackie raised his eyebrows at the girl. and she suddenly felt as if she was a child being scolded by her parents. "i can't find my shoes." molly told the boy, holding her socked feet up in the air.

"we're going bowling, you don't need shoes." dylan explained as he also walked into the living room, also shoeless. "that's the dumbest thing i've ever heard you say." mark laughed, earning a confused face in return.

"is it though?" ethan asked aloud.

"i'm right here, you know?" dylan threw his arms up. "text molly about it." ethan shot back, a small grin tugging at his lips as he watched the smaller boy begin to get agitated. dylan simply shrugged before grabbing his phone and tapping his fingers against his screen aggressively. mere seconds later, molly's phone pinged with another message.

"dylan wants you to know that your on his shit list and he won't be speaking to you for the rest of the day." she read aloud, eyes flickering over to ethan who was reading the message from over her shoulder.

"molly." luke said, walking into the room with her shoes in his hand before throwing at them, to which molly barely caught without elbowing ethan in the face.

"okay, let's go!" mackie exlciamed, ushering everyone up from their spot on the couch. molly walked at the back of the group, laughing as she watched dylan get a scolding from mackie whilst luke laughed from beside him.

the girl didn't even flinch when an arm wrapped around her shoulder. "omg! i'm so excited to meet the new freshies!" mark squealed in her ear. "they're gonna be sooo cute!" ethan exclaimed from the other side of her.

"i'm gonna glue your dick to your forehead, estapa."

"what about ethan?" mark was offended that he was the only one who was being threatened. "i have much worse things in store." molly huffed before stabbing her now shoed heel into ethan's toes before walking faster to catch up with the rest of her friends.

it was no surprise to any of their former teammates that the group of sophomores were the last ones to arrive to the annual hockey bowling day. the group of six usually spent more time arguing then getting ready and were often late to just about everything.

it was also no surprise that dylan and molly had both gasped upon arrival, talking hurriedly about the bowling place selling slushies and running off hand in hand. the rest of the sophomores didn't even bat an eye as they continued to greet the rest of their teammates.

"you must be luca." ethan stated before doing what molly liked to call 'the douchebag' handshake. all guys did it, she thought it was funny. it was as if it was their love language towards one another. "yeah, and this is my brother adam and rutger and nick." the boys all went down the line doing their weird little 'douche' handshake. if molly wasn't currently overfilling her cup and spilling slushy all over the floor, she would have dropped dead with laughter right in that moment.

"i thought there was six of you?" rutger questioned aloud, his eyes raking the rest of the team for anyone he might have not met. "there is." ethan replied, a devious smirk on his face as he pointed over to the slushy machine where dylan was currently hunched under while molly over filled his mouth with blue ice.

"that's dylan drinking from the machine and the one trying to drown him in blue raspberry slushy is molly." mark told the group, the four freshmen holding back laughs of their own as they watched the duo get in trouble by the worker.

"i wouldn't be laughing if i was you, dylan's nice and all, but molly?" ethan began, a small grin on his lips as he spoke before blowing out a breath of air. the four already nervous freshmen tore their eyes away from dylan and molly to look at the edwards boy. mackie rolled his eyes, not even bothering to attempt to fix the mess they were creating before stalking off some place else.

"what do you mean?" adam asked, his eyes flickering back and forth between the blonde girl and the three boys who stood in front of her. luke had a confused expression on his face whilst mark seemed to understand the game that ethan was playing.

"yeah, molly's real mean until she thinks you're good enough to be friends with her."

"no she's-" luke was cut off when ethan elbowed him in his stomach.

"shit she's coming over. she so knows we were talking about her." mark exclaims. "yeah, she looks pissed." ethan laughed slightly before dragging a still confused luke away from the crime scene, mark following behind the two.

molly had since lost duker, who decided he needed to get something hot to eat since he could no longer feel his tongue. but she couldn't wait to meet her new teammates any longer, so she opted to leaving the numb mouthed boy in the line for food.

she watched with furrowed eyebrows as mark and ethan laughed at something with the new freshmen before stalking off, and dragging luke with them. approaching the four new faces, all of them turned to her with looks she could only describe as concerned.

they looked at her as if they had seen a ghost.

"hello?" her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips were turned upwards. but none of the boys spoke. molly chalked it up to them being nervous.

"slushy?" she asked as she held out the multi coloured liquid. all four boys glanced down at the slushy, "is it poisoned?" one of them asked, eliciting a laugh from the girl. "yeah, i put the rat poison i carry around in my pockets in it when no one was looking. no, you weirdos, it isn't poisoned. why would it be poisoned?"

"mark and ethan said you weren't very friendly." one of them spoke cautiously, earning an elbow into the stomach from his friend beside him. "mark and ethan are also going to wake up with missing limbs." molly grumbled before stomping away from the group of four, leaving them in a state of confusion.

she approached the two laughing sophomores, who were currently talking to their new captain, nolan moyle.

nolan took one look at molly and stood up from his seat. "i don't know what you two did, but i'm not saving your asses again."

mark and ethan's smiling faces dropped when they saw the sour face their friend was pulling. "it was ethan's idea!" mark immediately said when molly stood in front of them. "dude!" ethan shot back, shooting his friend an incredulous glance.

"you told them i wasn't a nice person?" molly exclaimed, her voice hushed to a whisper type of yell to avoid any of their nosy teammates eavesdropping. "we were just joking around. c'mon maxxy, everyone knows you're a nice person." ethan told the girl.

"they don't! they've never met me, and now they think i'm going to poison them." molly had had enough, and opted to saving her breath and not yelling at the two boys in the middle of what was supposed to be a fun day. instead, she stomped over to luke and flopped down on the couch beside him.

"you good, maxxy?"

"i'm calling ethan's mother and telling her he got someone pregnant." molly announced, angrily snatching her phone out of her pocket, only for luke to snatch it out of her hand and shove it in his own pocket.

"the freshmen will figure out you aren't a horrible person, and are only mean 70% of the time." luke shrugged, the statement earning him a slap upside the head.

"i'm never mean."

"yes, you are. but we love that about you, they will too. trust me on this, maxxy." and with that, luke stood up and travelled to the other side of the room, taking molly's phone with him and leaving her to sit there in a state of boredom.

usually, she would be messing around with mark and ethan but they were both on her hit list and it would be a successful day if neither of them went home with a broken foot in the shape of a bowling ball.

"why are you sitting here alone?" her eyes snapped up to truscott, who eyed her suspiciously. "am i a mean person?"

"do you want me to answer that honestly?" he replied, a humorous smile on his face. "you're meant to say, 'no you're perfect molly. we all love you, molly'. not whatever you just said."

"i'm not getting involved." he shook his head before stalking off to ask someone else what had happened.

molly released a huff of frustration, glancing down at her shoes as she clicked the tops of them together. upon hearing multiple pairs of feet approach her, molly lifted her head, expecting to see some of her teammates tell her that it was time to start bowling. she hoped not, she had no faith that her pink bowling ball wouldn't end up flying in the direction of where mark and ethan were sitting, both boys sending her apologetic pouts from across the room. what she didn't expect was to see all four new freshmen towering over here.

the one in the middle, who had long blonde hair and a backwards cap on his head, smiled shyly before holding out a cup full of blue ice. "slushy?"

molly smiled before taking the cup. "i'm luca, this is my brother adam, rutger and nick."

"it's nice to meet you."

"we wanted to let you know that we don't believe what ethan and mark told us." rutger nodded his head in agreement to what nick was saying.

"thanks ladies, i appreciate the gesture." molly smiled up at the group. "even though i have been informed that i can be quite mean, i promise never to be mean to any of you because you're all children."

"aren't we the same age?" adam asked, his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "hush now, child." molly held up a finger, silencing the boy.

"yo! freshies, it's your turn!" nolan yelled from across the bowling alley.

"but seriously, thank you." molly repeated, smiling softly at the group of freshmen, who all nodded their heads whilst adorning shared smiles before walking off.

molly released a sigh of relief at the fact that the freshmen were no longer scared that she was going to poison them, leaning back in her seat.

her moment of relaxation was cut off when a body jumped into the spot beside her and a pair of arms wrapped loosely around her neck.

"we would like to formally apologise." ethan began from beside her, pulling on a piece of her blonde hair lightly to get her attention. molly's eyes narrowed, but she made no effort in moving away from the boy or pushing mark off of her.

"continue."

"we shouldn't of did what we did, we thought we were being funny." mark told the girl, his hands fiddling together in front of her face. molly smiled at the nervous action. "and if the freshmen thought we were being serious and do anything to offend you, we'll sort them out. we promise." ethan continued, holding up his pinky finger.

molly slapped his hand away. "you can't do that."

"why not?"

"because i've adopted them all and taken them under my wing. so, that means they're my children and you're not even allowed to look at them wrong."

"is this why you were so excited to meet them?" mark asked as the trio watched from afar as luca and rutger celebrated one of them getting a strike. molly hummed in confirmation, "i didn't have anyone to look out for me my first year, i didn't want them to feel the same." her voice was quiet now as she shrugged her shoulders in an attempt of brushing her feelings off.

"well, now you've got someone. two someones to be exact." ethan cheesed from beside her.

"you guys are still going to wake up with missing limbs and angry phone calls from your mothers."

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ferris-the-wheel · 4 months

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"Do you remember when we first met?"

gn!reader x Vil Schoenheit

: ̗̀➛ Scenario: You and your boyfriend reminisce about the past.

ೃ⁀➷ 💖

ೃ⁀➷ Established relationship

ೃ⁀➷ I tried my best to proofread but I'm a tad bit sleep deprived so bear with me. Ignore any blaringly obvious mistakes please :'D

TW: None

You settled further under the covers next to Vil, snuggling up against him. In his room, with all the lights off, the only light was from the TV screen. You were sitting in bed watching sappy romance movies. Though you couldn't see it, Vil smiled as you shifted closer to him. "I never thought that you'd be into romance movies." He said. You turned and laughed. Oh, how he loves the sound of your laugh. "I'm branching out, I guess." Vil simply nodded and you turned your attention back to the TV screen.

Vil, however, couldn't bring himself to do the same. To him, you were better than some fictional movie, where everything was staged. Everything you were represented the real love that he never thought he'd experience. As though it had a mind of its own, his hand moved to the top of your head and he let his fingers carefully comb through your hair. You giggled and he saw a faint blush tinge your cheeks as you leaned up against his chest, your eyes temporarily closing. He gently twirled a small strand of hair until it curled around his finger before letting it unravel and fall loose once more.

"Y/N?" He suddenly asked. You gave a hm? to show that you were listening. Vil continued. "Do you remember when we first met?" The question surprised Vil himself, as he didn't know where it had come from. Had it been some subconscious thought? Your eyes left the TV screen, the movie still playing. Snippets of the co-stars' conversation could be heard.

"I'm so tired..."

"Then come and lay your head on my chest."

"Do I remember where we first met? Of course. We met when we were both freshmen. We were in Professor Crewel's class and he partnered us up." You recalled with a thoughtful look on your face, then grinned. "I also happen to remember that you nearly failed us on that particular project."

"You'll never let me live that down, will you? The book clearly stated that the potion should have been stirred counterclockwise." Vil protested, putting on a mildly accusatory look which turned into a smile a moment later. "But yes, I remember that our potion turned out perfectly after you deliberately stirred is clockwise."

"I think at that point, I had just wanted to annoy you a little. Though I guess I achieved the opposite." You admitted. Then...

"What brought that question up?" You inquired, your eyes finally meeting his. He took a moment to take in your confused expression and he smiled softly. "I don't know. The thought just came to me." You playfully rolled your eyes and cuddled up against him once more. Vil wrapped his arm around you and gave you a little kiss on the cheek. Laying next to you, in his darkened room and movie noise in the background, he felt himself drift off.

He was woken by you gently shaking him awake. He woke to your face mere inches from his. "Oh, did I fall asleep?" He asked drowsily. He was still sitting upright, but you were no longer sitting next to him. "I was going to get us a snack to finish the movie, since it's longer than I expected. Do you want anything?" You asked. Vil shook his head.

"Okay. I'll be right back then." You said, then you hopped off the bed and left the room. Vil took the chance to get up and stretch his body after sleeping in such an awkward position. His eyes glanced to his phone, so he picked it up. He looked at the time: 12:47 am. While he didn't normally stay up so late, he knew how eager you were to spend time with him, so he had relented to watch some movies with you. He also had a few "urgent" messages and some missed phone calls from larger businesses he'd partnered with, but those could wait. Quite frankly, who called someone at such odd times anyways?

"Vil, I'm back— oh, are you busy?" He set his phone down as you entered the room, closing the door behind you. "No, it's nothing that can't wait until tomorrow. Don't worry about it." He said, waving off your concerns. You nodded and jumped onto the bed, having put the snacks on the bedside table next to you. Vil gladly joined you and you started the movie again.

He noted that you'd bought a lot of snacks. "You're going to eat all that tonight? You could upset your stomach." He asked worriedly. You shook your head. "Nope! I'll probably save most of them for tomorrow." That eased his concern and he replied, "Alright."

You both sat in silence for a few minutes. Then he felt your hand wrap around his and your fingers linked. Your face changed from light blue to a red color as the scene of the movie changed. You turned, probably to ask him a question or to make a comment about the movie, but you didn't get to say anything. He leaned in and kissed you. It was on impulse, admittedly, and he had no idea where the idea came from.

It was a short kiss as you separated a few moments later, but you laughed and wrapped your arms around Vil's neck and kissed him again. Vil caught a glimpse of the TV screen before he closed his eyes: the co-stars were kissing on a balcony, outlined by the sunset. How cliché... but I suppose it's fitting, Vil thought as he kissed you back.

Give me a moment while I <insert barfing noises> this is like the sappiest thing I've ever writting and- help, why do I kind of like it? I took a stab at writing from Vil's POV rather than the reader's, which I haven't done before. Let me know if you liked it! <3

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cosmonabo · 2 months

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𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

synopsis: The tale in which the honorable and once contemptible secretary of the student council ends up getting more involved than she would like with the respectful Mitsuya Takashi. But there's just one problem—he is part of the group of people the girl detests the most.

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi + Fem!Reader.

Genders: Drama and tragedy, Angst, Comedy, Romeu and Juliet trope, (Predominantly) enemy to lovers.

Start Point [Next]

"Have you heard? There's a guy looking for [Name]-Senpai!"

Three days. It had been exactly three days of hearing the same whispers through the school corridors, punishing her with indiscreet glances and barely suppressed suggestive tones. She felt flattered by this sudden wave of popularity that covered her like the cloak of a king - beautiful and relentless. However, the crown of her reign was starting to weigh on her head like lead.

Anyway, [Name] had no idea who this person was or what they wanted, and as much as it bothered her, she was far from taking any initiative to confront the situation.

She took the last sip of the orange juice from the tiny carton, promptly tossing the juice box into the trash can next to the table. The school was a war zone - club assistants coming and going at an absurd speed, even though she had made it clear that they should consult their respective advisers. But it wouldn't be a mere misunderstanding or more than one that would stop her from continuing with what she was doing. In no way, she continued cleaning the camera lens. The Nikon D3100 also known as the 'Starting Point for Imminent Discord' - a loving nickname given by some kind members of the Student Council.

Speaking of the Student Council… The Counselors' room generously offered its valuable space to store some of the materials crucial for the school newspaper - needless to say, most were against the idea, but given the situation the journalism club was in, all that remained was to accept without hesitation.

Point for the Journalism Club. (Yeah!)

However, unforeseen events could not be avoided. That being said...

"What the hell are these boxes doing in here?!" The strident voice crossed the room seconds after the door was opened, unfortunately, she knew the owner of the voice well enough to know that he wouldn't be pleased with the news. He already wasn't, apparently.

"Oh, Yuuma!" she greeted with a false air of friendliness, which didn't go unnoticed by the brunette, who furrowed his eyebrows. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"These boxes weren't here earlier today, what happened? No one informed me in advance."

"Look at that coincidence; I can relate quite well to your mood," she replied without looking away from what she was doing, but felt the annoyance manifesting on her colleague's face within seconds. "My freshmen informed me that the table we received arrived today, and we need to remove our materials from the club room. Isn't it hilarious?"

"And who's going to sort this out? You can't just leave this lying around without a plan!" he said as he navigated between the boxes, as if treading on a floor made of glass.

"Don't despair; some of my assistants will come later to sort this out," she shrugged.

"Okay, and what about you?"

"Me? What about me?" she blinked repeatedly, feigning innocence.

"Don't you have your own pending commitments, [Name]?"

The girl raised an eyebrow, then shifted her gaze to the camera in her hands.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, really?" he laughed sarcastically. "Because there are some well-informed girls outside looking for you. You should talk to them to refresh your memory."

'Every day is a lousy day to be in the student council'. She sighed.

"Tell them I had to leave, or... I don't know, make up something else. I'm busy," she finally said, dismissing him with a wave of her hand and a yawn.

The guy felt a vein popping seeing the girl's nonchalance, but it quickly passed - much to [Name]'s surprise - and he soon returned to the door with his warmest smile.

"Of course she came!" [Name] widened her eyes, leaving her comfortable seat to press her fingertips into the arms of the well-padded chair. "Sorry for the delay, just a second."

He hissed a "Come here now!" with a nod and a scowl on his face. Frowning, she reluctantly snapped her camera shut and stowed it back in her bag, heading to the door with quick steps, hands tucked into the pockets of her college jacket. With her sweetest honey-eater smile, she declared:

"Contact the president, he knows what to do and can provide a copy of the notice board if you're interested," she warned, even before allowing the girls to take the initiative. Catching them off guard with her excessive, almost suffocating friendliness, she continued, "I can schedule a time or even—"

"No, it's not that!" Her harmonious smile felt a hiccup with the interruption. "We're looking for the chief editor, Kawaguchi [Name]-senpai!"

The short girl with glasses waved repeatedly, carried away by nervousness, while her short-haired companion nodded and patted her shoulder as encouragement.

"Yes, yes, we need to talk to you about the retrospective fair. We already have an idea to document the club events!" the short-haired one said, proud and exuding confidence.

"Retrospective fair...?" she pondered, scratching her neck in search of an answer. Then, an embarrassing memory about the club's proposal to the council for an event to conclude another school year by documenting extracurricular activities came to mind. This proposal seemed intentionally shooting oneself in the foot, aware of the consequences. "Oh, yes, I remember that well. You could have contacted the other secretary."

"We came to you because you're the chief editor. Is there anyone who understands your project better than you?" she asked.

'A valid point, but let's ignore that for now just to mask my disinterest,' she thought.

"And also..." the girl with glasses began quietly, "we want you to confirm our idea to make sure it won't be plagiarized or something. I-I'm not accusing any other club; I just..."

"I think I understand what you're trying to say," she waved her hand calmly, calming the exasperated girl. With not much else to do, she glanced briefly back at the table inside the room, only to have the displeasure of finding Yuuma comfortably leaning on one of the chairs, helping himself to a disposable cup of coffee. What a nerve!

She internally sighed, finding it hard to maintain the facade of a good Samaritan near the freshmen for such a significant amount of time.

She cleared her throat, dispelling the reveries and the bitter voice that had been stuck in her throat.

"I'm a bit busy taking care of some things right now. If you don't mind... Can you ask your representative to meet me during the last periods of class?" she asked, gentle but firm, with the patience of a saint. "I have a hectic routine, and I don't have the whole day." She pretended, but it didn't take long for her to resume her usual tone, with a suspicious itch in her mind. "By the way, who is your representative?"

"He's the leader of the Home Economics Club!" the short-haired one replied almost immediately.

"Alright, I think that information will be enough," she smiled, pleased with the information. 'Let's see, my good sir, what kind of person you'll be?' she thought in a mischievous tone. The smile might have gone unnoticed by the girls, but the way her lips curved suspiciously amused didn't escape the notice of the veteran still in the room. "Well, now I'll be finished my works. It was nice talking to you."

"Thank you, [Name]-Senpai!" they said their goodbyes with waves and wide, warm, and enthusiastic smiles.

"Bye-bye~" she said slowly, with a low wave, then disappeared with the loud bang of the door as the two freshmen walked away in the long school corridor. "Well, back to what matters..."

"What do you think you're doing? You have work to do!"

He watched incredulously as the girl circled the table completely devoid of her previous persona. If he didn't know her habits, would never believe she was the same person from a few seconds ago.

"Okay, and so what?" she asked, dismissing it.

"You can't just wander around like this!" he complained, frustrated with the secretary's indifference.

"I'll send someone in my place," she said, glancing away to the disorganized papers outside the folder, picking them up one by one. "Besides, it's not even your problem. I don't know why you bother so much."

"I don't want you tarnishing our reputation," he replied bluntly, pouring more coffee into his cup. "I work hard to give the impression that I do anything, unlike someone like you."

"Why all this disdain in your voice?" she suppressed a humorless laugh with the back of her hand.

"Even so!" he quickly changed the subject. "You don't even know what he wants. You can't just send someone in your place, or it'll be an endless game of indirect messages!"

"The messenger boys are precisely for that. I don't mind sending my assistant if necessary," she shrugged, impassive. "And we can always resort to bribery. Or blackmail."

"What a great example you set. If all honor students were like you, schools would be a perfect illustration of how the Cold War happened," he retorted.

"Come on, don't you have anything better to do?" she raised an eyebrow, annoyed.

"Besides scolding you? No."

"If that's the case, you could go in my place, since you're so idle," she prodded.

"No way."

"Really? What kind of honor student are you?" she asked, feigning hurt.

"Get real."

She grumbled discontentedly, almost offended, as she sighed in deep resignation.

"So, I'm out."

"Wait, are you serious?"

He looked at her in disbelief, but the girl maintained a serious expression focused on the materials she was storing in her bag. Almost professional - Yuuma dared to say.

"Meanwhile, wait. Some of my freshmen will come to clean up this mess," she said calmly and steadily, unlike her usual self. He knew her personality was challenging, but even the few times he saw her like this, he knew she was putting effort into with something in mind. "I'll talk to Mizushima; he needed to edit the material."

And she left, giving one last look at the guy in the room, Yuuma, he was shocked and wide-eyed like saucers.

'Your coffee is getting cold.' She said and indeed, the coffee had been cold for a while.

Almost 4:30 PM. Most students were putting away their shoes and belongings, ready to head out, finding their groups of friends for a leisurely walk home. However, [Name] was reviewing her homework, oblivious to the hurried steps and the commotion outside the school.

A waste of time and energy. Just carefree people spending their youth on fruitless things.

"Aren't you going home, [Name]? You're usually one of the first to leave," the vice-president asked, her gaze somewhat concerned as she rubbed her forearm, apprehensive.

It was noticeable that her side bag hung on her shoulder, and the usual animal-themed folder from some TV program was absent from the grip of her arms. She was leaving too.

"Sorry to be insinuating, Suzume, but... was that a criticism?" she asked, giving her a suggestive, meticulous look.

"No, not at all! I just thought something might be wrong," she mumbled, lowering her gaze to her shoes. Disconcerted.

'Spare me your concern - your pity'. She almost rolled her eyes. 'I don't need this.'

"No, it's okay," she sighed, lowering her eyes to the newly completely filled sheet. "I promised to wait for someone here after class, but I'll lock the door when I leave, if that's what worries you."

"That's a relief, thank you!" she said, clasping her hands, releasing a sigh filled with laziness and serenity. "Since everything is fine, I'll be going. See you tomorrow!"

She waved enthusiastically, leaving and closing the door slowly. She mimicked the gesture but lacked the Suzume's enthusiasm.

The room lacked its absolute silence when a faint knock sounded, several minutes after the vice-president left. Lazily, she murmured a "come in" the sound of her voice as she uttered the word was so low and weak that it would have been a frivolous action if not for the silence - disturbing.

Soon, the sound of the door slowly opening filled the quiet atmosphere. Not that she would openly comment on it, but for God's sake, someone urgently needed to put some lubricating oil on that door! That screeching noise was ear-piercing. Setting aside the thought, she raised her eyes from the homework notebook. Shamelessly giving a good look at the person - read: 'Troublemaker' - in an attempt to find out more about that... extravagant figure from the neighborhood.

'Eyebrow cuts and an earring... Let me guess, you have a tattoo? If so, where? - Maybe I can report him to the administration for breaking some dress code.' She thought to herself.

"You can sit there if you want," she indicated the front chair, adjusting her posture in the seat.

"No, thank you. I don't plan on taking much of your time," he politely declined, a small smile forming on his lips, convincing. "But I appreciate the gesture."

Muttered a prolonged "Hmm," almost judgmental. But she corrected that attitude with a light and casual smile.

"All right, let's get going then," she whistled in understanding, pulling out some newly acquired papers from the folder that until recently was an irrelevant item on the table. 'Here's my trump card.' "Takashi Mitsuya-san, correct?"

From the corner of her eye, she saw him raise his eyebrows - or what was left of them - in surprise. Without giving any cues to the subject, she continued:

"The leader of the Home Economics Club, and..." she put her index finger on her lips, making a dramatic and unnecessary pause.

"Did the girls tell you that?" he asked intrigued, but [Name] noticed how his shoulders relaxed with the mere possibility.

"Indeed, yes. But I have my sources," she shrugged, and for a moment, the boy felt insulted by the secretary's intrusion, but only a little. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything too personal. I just took a peek at your academic record."

"Isn't that an invasion of privacy?"

She almost wanted to laugh.

"Please, I'm part of the Student Council; invading other people's personal space is precisely my job," she mocked, as if it were obvious. "Besides, as the president says: 'It's all for a good cause.'"

She threw her forearm over the chair, turning a bit to face the figure standing a few steps from the door.

"But, putting the conversation aside, what do you want, really?" she finally asked. "forgive me, we lost track of the subject."

She could swear she saw him offer a brief prayer before responding.

"A portfolio."

Extending with one hand the authorization form that the secretary had assigned to the club representatives, lacking only the signature of a Student Council member.

"Excuse me?" Now she was genuinely confused, for the first time that day.

"I need your signature," he said straightforwardly, "right here."

"I can read," she grumbled, pulling the sheet from the guy's delicate hands to read it carefully, while he stared back at her with his dead-fish eyes (courtesy of the secretary's nickname).

"I can see," he teased, putting the playful banter aside, clearing his throat before continuing his speech. "As you can see, all the club members agree with the idea. We just need approval."

"What are you trying to saying?" She had to pretend not to be surprised by the information.

"That you are promoting the project," he deduced, making her widen her eyes with the irritatingly accurate accusation.

She gave a humorless laugh, almost as if she were raising a white flag of surrender. 'Looks like you got me.'

This is what happens when you work in the advertising field. Damn!

"All right, it seems there's nowhere to escape now," she admitted, looking away to the table, crossing her legs with a vacant look wandering around. "But... What makes you think I'll accept something like this? The school can't finance the materials, and don't even think the photography club will lend their things. If you want, you can talk to our treasurer, but I warn you they'll prefer to stick to the traditional yearbook."

"The project was independent from the beginning; the school won't spend anything on any of the other projects, and you know that," he pointed out. His patience was wearing thin. "Besides, some of the school's assets can be used by students; providing assistance during the project is a school obligation."

He's right again. So right it's annoying.

She took a deep breath without any shame before facing him with one of her smug smiles. Malicious, unfair.

"And what do I gain from this?" she sounded arrogant, almost a threat to the ears of others, resting her hand on her chin, seeking some composure after being unmasked, stripped, with her selfish exploits exposed.

Takashi looked at her with wide-open eyes, or maybe shocked?

"Let's suppose that, by chance, I help you... Do you know the precious time I'll lose providing assistance on your project? The newspaper won't write itself. As the president of the school newspaper, I say that this won't progress, and we'll all be disappointed in the end."

Spoke with her eyes fixed on the clear orbs of the delinquent.

"We can't abandon our priorities; I advise you to give up." She finalized.

"Since I came this far, I don't think giving up is an option," he countered. "And trust me, i can be persistent when I want."

"What do you plan? Remember that organizing something without the Student Council's authorization is equivalent to breaking the rules," she stood up, staring deep into his eyes. "But that doesn't affect you, does it? As a delinquent, you must be used to breaking the rules."

She practically spat out the word "delinquent."

"You really delved into my record, Secretary," he teased carelessly.

"As I said, and I'll repeat: it's part of my job."

"Is it also part of your job to dismiss any idea that doesn't suit you?" he raised an eyebrow with a small mocking smile. "Your attitude is a bit tyrannical, don't you agree, [Name]-san?"

He said, displaying his indifference, shifting to a sarcastic, almost mocking tone.

'This delinquent is laughing, laughing at me!'

'This can't happen, I can't allow this to happen!'

If one could describe the scene, it would be Takashi smiling while taking a selfie in front of a volcano erupting. Because one could never accurately describe with words how irritated - or offended? Or maybe both? - the girl was.

He was a bit surprised when he saw her lower her head, biting her lower lip. For a moment, he thought she was crying when he heard a low grumble. That's when she approached, marching in her shiny shoes, fists buried in the jacket pockets. With the look of someone about to commit an atrocity.

And she kept advancing. And advancing. To the point where he had to step back, only to hit the back against the corridor wall, realizing he had retreated all the way from inside the room to the corridor.

He was snapped out of his light reverie when he felt something hit violently against the wall. That's when he saw the secretary's shoe stuck in the wall, at the curve of his waist. Shocked, he couldn't help the surprise on his face. He wouldn't be the least bit surprised if she decided to punch him.

That's when she decided to break the silence:

"Exactly," she said, at a dangerous distance, blocking the delinquent's passage with her right leg. Takashi swallowed hard, staring back at her. "And what are you going to do about it, Sir?"

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ideas-scattered-dreams · 1 year

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/ / Show and Tell

Fandom: Twisted wonderland AU: Tied Mannequin (made it up)

Imagine that.... A doll. a mere puppet for the sevens and the guardian of NRC that was put in a museum for... "entertainment" by the headmages, since generation to the present u were visited by students and teachers, for teaching purposes or just a mere visit to taunt u... of your damn misery. though it was your fault wasn't it. You were far more stronger than the seven yet mere feelings for the seventh was far greater than your own freedom. You loved her, cherished her, but i guess the thorn fairy just needed a puppet rather than a lover. a pity for you really. generations passed by like a blink of an eye, you just stayed there.. acting like a mannequin in this dreadful museum. until six pairs of freshmen visited you... "agh, this museum is creepy! why are we even here?" ace asked going close to yuu. "the headmage requested for us to clean the statue or... mannequin in this museum.." the others groan as this was their own fault really. grim and ace began to fight and Infront of the great seven statues and burnt it.. as for compension they had to clean the statue and now this statue/mannequin in here. You heard tapping of shoes behind the door Infront of you... a visitor? or the headmage of this generation? as the large door opens with a creak the first years walked in looking awed at the pictures and displayed artifacts... oh. they.. had a different scent and presence.. and is that a raccoon? what a unique bunch.. you smirked.

"Alright guys, we have to start cleaning so we can finish early..." the others groan but gathered their equipment and started cleaning the paintings, the wall, the glass and carefully with the artifacts. and that left u. "This room is filled with all kinds of things the great sevens has achieved but what's with this... statue?" ace exclaimed and patted you with the broom. "how rude!" you said while putting your hands on your hips. making the others scream. "You are a rude kid, i wont be surprised if u were sent here because u did something wrong." you sighed and looked at their fearful gaze, they seem to hide behind the.. uhm.. "I don't sense any.. magic in you.. or has my senses messed up since the old times..." you put a hand to your mouth looking confused on this.. student Infront of you. "actually.. I am magicless.." now u were shocked, a magicless person in the school? first ever thing u heard in hundreds of years. "then u must leave yes? this school was made for magic and fruitful students. no offense though." you step down from the podium and now is Infront of them. "explain to me in short. now." When yuu finished explaining, u hummed. "i see.. so now your just waiting for the headmage to fix the problem but in the end it still hasn't been fixed nor made progress.. i see.. i see.." you mumbled. you looked directly at yuu's eyes and smiled, "a pity. though for me that's a little fix i can help u with... u intrigued my interest." that made everyone shocked, you can?! that's good news! "though.." you sighed, "I cant do it when i'm trapped here, the problem could just be the mirror and a little magic fix would solve the problem, though the headmage might say it wont work because the mirror is a valuable asset here in NRC and will not risk such a thing for a mere.. student" that made the others dumbfounded, that's all? well.. you were right on about the headmage though..

"so i don't think i can actually help you without getting out of here first though.. a shame, but i think u must all go now though.. the sun is setting." You smirked as the others began to clean up their equipment and start to head out while thanking u for your time. Before yuu went out last you called out for them "oh and yuu.. if u really desperately need my help and to get u back to your world... you can always come here and ask, ill do it for you... repaid with my freedom yes?" you smiled and waved. yuu was silent but nodded while closing the large door, creakkk, thud. and silence. Your smile turned into a wide one and your sharp teeth at display.. what a fun new key that flew into your hands.. and a desperate one at that. what shall u ever do yuu.. you turned around to go to the podium but wiped the screen Infront and words that was filled with dust before going back to your position as a statue. the words written was blurry but readable.. it says. "here stands the puppeteer of the sevens, the founder of NRC, the loyal lover of the seven the thorn fairy... they give you hope and desire, but don't get enchanted or you'll be pulled by their strings of despair... in exchange for your paradise, they want freedom of a hox. they are trapped here for a reason." as well as a warning "DO NOT LET THEM OUT, DO NOT LET THEM HAVE THEIR FREEDOM, DO NOT OBEY THERE WISHES ON WANTING TO BE FREE, DO NOT LISTEN TO THEIR CRIES AND PLEADS ENCHANT YOU. it is all a trick."

You hummed a tune, this dream of mine and yours will end soon yuu. just take my hand and don't let go.. don't be such a fool and let me go, use me as u want but i want my dream of being free once more!

#➥🌙dreamer.ideas #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x male reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x female reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #tied mannequin #x male reader #x female reader #x reader #x gn reader

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delulu-with-wandanat · 8 months

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Hopelessly in Love (part 2)

Reader description: Gender-neutral pronouns, leans more towards masculine style, childhood friends with Wanda.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff (Requited love), Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Unrequited love). (Natasha is only mentioned in this chapter)

Summary: As relentless as the Romanoffs are, they know when to back down when needed. So that's what Y/n did, they gave Wanda and Natasha the space they needed. Until Wanda approached them in school on the verge of tears.

The past couple of weeks have been hard, really hard. Wanda and Y/n had practically been inseparable since kindergarten, one is very rarely seen without the other. They had not only lost their bestfriend, but also loose the bond they had with their sister.

It's not that they resented Natasha, no. Ok maybe they did a little, Natasha knew about their crush on Wanda for years. Then Natasha just swoop in at the last minute, it wasn't fair, but the heart wants what it wants. And Wanda wanted Natasha.

They trusted Natasha though, as troublemaking heart-breaker their sister is. They knew Natasha was a good person deep down. So when Wanda approached them at school with teary eyes, they couldn't help but feel a mixture of disappointment, shock, and anger towards Natasha.

"What happened?" Y/n asked, careful not to upset Wanda further. "Come on, Max. Talk to me." They used Wanda's childhood nickname, one only they could use.

"Do you want to skip class with me? Maybe get some ice-cream." Wanda responded while holding back tears.

"Alright, come on."

They two childhood friends sneaked their way out of school and went to the local park to get ice-cream. They sat on one of the bench, but neither has spoken yet. It was a tradition they always did, whenever one of them is upset they would skip class and went for nice cold dessert.

"I miss this." Y/n started. "Our friendship, I know it's really awkward right now. But I just hope we don't stop being friends."

"You're stupid." Wanda said bluntly, "I could never get rid of your dumbass even if I wanted too. And I really don't."

Y/n smiled, seems like Wanda was feeling better. "There she is!" The two friends shared a laugh. "I'm always here for you, Wands."

Wanda nodded while eating her vanilla ice-cream. "It's stupid really..." Y/n stayed silent, letting her continue. "I just feel really out of place with Natasha's friends. The last time she took me to their hangout, none of them made the effort to talk to me. Natasha did of course, but obviously she needed to hangout with her friends too."

Right, yes, Natasha's little groupie. They were known to be bullies in school, there were a few decent ones, like Steve Rogers and Clint. But most of them were asshats. Luckily being Natasha's little sibling, Y/n had some perks. "Yeah, I don't like them either."

"And yesterday, I came across Sharon."

"Oh shit-" That's not a good sign. Sharon Carter was your typical mean popular girl in school, what's even worse is that Sharon was Natasha's ex.

"Yeah... Sharon told me that Natasha didn't actually like me. And that I was merely just an easy freshmen target to pick."

"Come on, Wands... You know that's not true."

"But what if it is?" Wanda started to feel insecure about herself, by the time they reached this part of the story her ice-cream had already been finished. "She also said Natasha had been texting her too all this time."

"Ok, come on that's bullshit. My sister is a flirt, yes. But never a cheater?" This can't be true, Y/n looked up to Natasha.

"I know, I didn’t want to believe it. But this morning I saw Natasha talking to Sharon in the parking lot, and she was being awfully touchy." Wanda leaned her head against Y/n. "And Nat… Didn’t bother to move away. That's why I was so upset today."

Y/n sighed and put an arm around Wanda, they were very disappointed in Natasha. "I'm sorry, Wands."

"Do you think Natasha is just playing around with me? Am I just... not pretty enough?"

Y/n pulled back to look at Wanda in the eye. "Hey, you are the most beautiful girl in the world. Don't let some Regina George wannabe tell you otherwise ok?"

Y/n swore they tried to say this in the most platonic way possible, just bestfriend comforting their bestie. But you know what they say. The eyes, chico. They never lie. Wanda felt a slight butterfly under the intense gaze and had to quickly look away.

"You should uh... Finish that ice-cream." Wanda said, trying to perhaps shift the atmosphere. Shit, ok maybe they haven't completely moved on yet.

"Right, right..."

"I still think chocolate-mint ice cream is stupid."

"You're stupid." Y/n playfully bump their shoulders, earning a laugh from Wanda. "You're favorite ice-cream flavor is a bland as your skin."

Wanda made an exaggerated gasp, "As if chocolate mint isn't basic?! You wanna be different so bad." The two friends exchange banters once again, it was nice how easy it was for them to fall back into this again.

Hope you guys like this chapter <3 (and is Wanda secretly liking reader too noww??👀 Only one way to find out)

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taeyegu · 1 year

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introduce me a good person — 005. me instead of you

previous // next

word count — 988

warning(s) — mentions of food/drink, swearing, mentions of cheating/infidelity

it had been two days since wonwoo broke the news about sejun cheating on y/n to his other male roommates. the four were currently in jun's office awaiting for y/n's arrival for them to all enjoy some fried chicken soonyoung had bought after losing his bet.

"have you told her yet woo?" jihoon asked while sitting across from him. jihoon could easily tell that wonwoo was on edge about all of this from his constant glasses adjusting and picking at his thumb.

"i haven't gotten the proper chance to yet... she's been so busy these past few days and y/n looks so stressed." he sighed, "i don't want to throw this on her randomly, like, i want to find a good time to sit her down and tell her."

"that makes sense," soonyoung commented, "you can probably tell her in a bit while we're all here."

"i agree!" jun added, "she might feel a little better if she knows that we're all here to support her and willing to run over sejun for her!" for extra emphasis, the doctor added a cute little finger heart at the end of his sentence.

before wonwoo could say anything, the person in question abruptly poked her head into dr. moon's office. "hey guys," y/n said out of breath, "i know we planned to eat chicken but sejun just called me and surprised me with reservations at the restaurant i had to cancel last time! isn't he just the sweetest!"

the other doctors were in shock but didn't get the chance to say anything as y/n continued on her ramble, "i need to go change and i'll meet him in a bit since he's picking me up so you all don't have to worry about me--enjoy the chicken and i promise next time it's on me!" before y/n closed the office door she gave the men a genuine smile.

"what are you going to do wonwoo?" soonyoung asked still in shock from what happened. but wonwoo didn't respond and before he could process what he was doing, he exited his friend's office into the elevator. he pressed the button taking him down to the hospital's parking lot.

as the metal doors opened, he saw the familiar car and the man of the hour leaning on his car's hood. as the elevator opened, sejun looked up and was surprised to see his girlfriend's roommate standing there.

"oh hey wonwoo, you heading home for the night?" sejun asked with a smile on his lips.

wonwoo had never liked sejun. not back in college when the two were roommates, and especially not when he had introduced sejun to y/n back at the end of their freshmen year. there was something wonwoo had always considered to be off about him but there were no words (even in his vocabulary) that wonwoo could use to describe kim sejun. not until now at least...

"you're a cheater." wonwoo stated firmly squaring up the man in front of him. wonwoo could see the way his eyes popped out of his face but sejun quickly regained his composure. he got off from his car and also straightened out but silently cursed himself for not wearing his insoles as the man with glasses had a few extra inches on him.

"i beg your pardon? what are you--"

"don't act innocent. i saw you the other day at the sector 17 club. you--"

"there have been multiple times i was at a club wonwoo," sejun rudely interjected, "i'm merely networking--"

"the day you cancelled on y/n after she had planned out a date for the two of you." wonwoo saw sejun falter another time, "i caught you stumbling out of the club with another woman and the two of you getting into a car together." wonwoo took a deep breath, "you need to break up with y/n."

instead of another scared look like wonwoo was expecting, sejun smirked and looked up at the guy. it was so blatantly obvious how fond wonwoo was over his girlfriend. sejun had always known. ever since the two were roommates in college, sejun saw how happy wonwoo was whenever he was in the presence of y/n and quite frankly, it made him sick. how could a guy still be in love with another man's girlfriend?

"mind your own business would you woo?" wonwoo tsked at the nickname, "this isn't your relationship to be worried over." sejun patted his hands on wonwoos shoulder as he tried to move away from the stand off.

"y/n is my best friend." wonwoo stated, "i'm not letting her waste her time and engery on a relationship with a pathetic asshole like you--you and i both know that she deserves way better than what you have to offer."

"if she deserves better why did she choose me instead of you?"

this was the first time in their altercation where wonwoo was the one that was taken aback. unfortunately, wonwoo didn't get to have the final say as the annoying ding of the elevator resonated in the underground parking lot.

the two men turned their heads to see y/n step out with a confused look on her face. she ran over and clung onto sejun's arm and wonwoo couldn't help but feel his heart drop into his stomach, " woo what are you doing here? i though you guys were eating chicken in jun's office?" y/n asked with a smile on her face.

"y-yeah," he stuttered, "uh the guys wanted some more cider so i decided to get some for them and i uh ran into sejun here..." he nodded his head towards the smirking bastard.

"y/n let's go, we don't want to miss our reservations!" sejun said while pulling her along with him. y/n waved goodbye to her friend and wonwoo watched as the car quickly drove away.

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saeiwhat · 9 months

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- - - > those days… a 정원 drabble

paring best friend!jungwon x reader genre fluff, mutual pining warning(s) it’s really cliche i’m sorry word count 1k

the days where you and jungwon had sat side by side on the train ride home were never taken for granted by you. you had always used that time to admire jungwons soft features as he napped peacefully, his head on your shoulder. you liked jungwon. though, you would never admit that you ever did such thing as you were just a friend to him, and you weren’t going to risk your decade long friendship for such cliche matters. so you sat there, and let him sleep as you kept admiring him.

honestly speaking, you wished that you could muster up the courage to tell jungwon about your feelings. when in reality you could barely even tell him that whilst he was drifting off to dreamland.

jungwon on the other hand used this time to find solace in you. the long hours spent at school and his remaining waking hours spent at a lonely apartment tired him. you were jungwons only close friend, sure he had friends in his homeroom but no one truly knew him like you did. but now, the school days you spent together in elementary and junior high were now mere memories. being high school freshmen, your schedules hadn’t aligned, meaning he couldn’t even see you during lunch. so after school was truly the only time he saw you.

this was your daily after school routine, and you became accustomed to it. sometimes even bringing a book with you to keep you occupied. this carried on for a few more months until december.

“what’s up with you?” you inquired as it was odd for jungwon not to be dozing off by now.

“hmmmm…i thought that i should switch things up y’know?” it may have seemed like a simple answer to you but for jungwon, he had been thinking about it for the past few weeks.

truthfully, you and jungwon had mutual feelings. but, like you, he too wasn’t willing to risk your friendship as it meant the world to him. but when he heard his classmate talking about the feelings he had harboured for you, jungwon couldn’t bare the thought of you being with someone else. “i gotta win them over” he murmured.

“c’mon y/n, let’s go to a cat cafe! winter break starts tomorrow so we should continue to have fun!” the boy said as he dragged you in.

and there it started, jungwon’s fool-proof plan on how to ask his best friend out.

for the next three weeks, jungwon had continuously taken you to cafes and fun little places to visit. you two had gone to places like that before in the past so you didn’t think much of it. unlike your best friend, who had thought about every little detail up until the day he’d tell you about his feelings.

☆ ★

december 21st. this was it. everything he had planned was for this day. ‘will i be rejected?’ ‘am i too early?’ ‘oh my where are they?’ his thoughts were running wild until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“hey, did you wait long?” you said as you slightly shivered. it was cold that day and it wasn’t going to get any warmer.

“oh nah, i just got here a few minutes ago. wanna go get some cocoa? i heard there’s a good hot cocoa place near here…” he offered, noticing the way you hugged your body in order to feel some type of warmth.

“yea! lead the way!” you said excitedly as you followed the brown haired boy.

after grabbing your drinks, you headed to the ice rink. the place jungwon begged you to come to and where he had planned this special day.

nearing the rink, you could see the countless couples and families there. the warm christmas lights surrounding them, and the love shared between them. you smiled unknowingly, hoping to have that type of happiness one day. but right now, you had jungwon. and that was more than enough for you.

“let’s go get our skates, hm?” jungwon said, tugging on your hand like a child. you chuckled as you nodded.

geared up and ready to go, you set forth and started skating for a good hour or so. it was getting darker and the lights seemed even prettier. people were slowly starting to leave as it was getting quite cold. jungwon took this as his sign.

“wanna take a rest?” he suggested, as he skated towards the benches.

“yea, my ankles are starting to hurt.” you said whilst fake crying. jungwon chuckled at you childlike behaviour. sitting down, and drinking the rest of your not-so-hot cocoa, and looked at jungwon to see him already looking at you. that’s when jungwon realized that he had spent so much time planning the days leading up to his confession, that he never actually planned the confession itself.

“i- uhhh… auhm…..” the poor boy couldn’t form any words to express how he was feeling, and resulted to hugging you.

“won? are you feeing okay…?” you were starting to get concerned as you had never seen jungwon like this. a few moments of silence went on until jungwon let out a whisper.

“ireallylikeyouihaveforyearsandispentsolongplanningeverythingbutiforgothowtoactuallyconfessimsosorry” he said in one low breath. yet you somehow comprehended it all. your grip around him tightened slightly as you tried telling him to not apologize. you didn’t know what to say… you one sided crush was not actually one sided…? you really couldn’t believe it.

“are you rejecting me y/n? you arent saying anything….” he again, said lowly with a pout. you chuckled.

“you’re so cute y’know that?” you said, smiling at the boy. “won, i like you too.” you saw how his eyes lighted up. he gave you a peck on your cheek and asked..

“does this mean…we’re dating…?” again, you chuckled. “yes wonie, it does”

☆ ★

you finally that type of hapiness that you had hoped for, and what you said was true. jungwon was more than enough, and he always will be. those days were the most memorable ones of your life. looking back, you wouldn’t have spent that december any other way.

end.

note this was a lot longer than i had planned…

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tihgnari · 2 years

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ꕤ 26. only for today

tw: none / wc: 1k

while counting down the seconds until ayato appears, you wonder if indulging ayaka like this was a good idea. after all, you were trying your hardest to limit interactions with him as much as possible but it seems the universe is on ayato's side.

"just accompany him around the booths. i promised him i'd do it but something came up with one of the stalls i was watching over."

"do i really have to? can't you guys just reschedule or something?”

"please? you're the only person i can trust to do it. and you're the first person he met from my friends! i'm sure he won't mind! plus, it's a good way for you guys to grow closer, you know!"

the flutter in your heart died down as soon as it appeared because you know ayaka meant "growing closer" as in a sister-brother sort of way, something she had told you the night after meeting ayato in his apartment. you'd do well to keep that in mind and not think that this is her giving you her blessing.

"oh, yn, didn't expect to see you here. where's ayaka?" you jump when you hear his voice. he chuckles, finding you amusing.

"something came up on ayaka's side of the campus, so she asked me for a favor to stand in as your guide until she's free. don't worry! it won't take long."

he nods slowly, hands digging into his pocket. "i don't mind your company. in fact, ayaka can take all the time she needs."

"oh but–"

ayato approaches you in long strides, catching you off guard as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and drags you into one of the booths.

"now! off we go! i swear i saw a stall selling takoyaki, let's go there first!"

maybe you can forget about the promise you made to ayaka–only for today.

—

first, he dragged you towards one of the shooting games after eating his takoyaki. he wanted to win you the biggest plushie and nearly had a fight with the student manning the booth.

"okay, my aim was perfect! the cans should've toppled over! this game is rigged!"

your eyes widen, immediately stepping in front of ayato and the student to salvage the situation.

"hey, don't–"

"yeah? well life is rigged, mr. kamisato."

"excuse me?!"

long story short, ayato did get what he wanted and ended up "winning" you that plushie.

you ask him about the extra amount of cash he slipped across the counter upon paying the fixed participation fee, together with a subtle "keep the change" under his breath.

but ayato merely tilts his head.

"hm? i can't possibly know what you mean."

due to the plushie being too heavy to carry while walking along the stalls, ayato offered to put it away in his car for the time being and you can't help the giddy smile on your face seeing him put the seatbelt around the plushie as he settled it on the passenger seat.

—

"i'm thirsty, should we buy ourselves some drinks?"

he feels parched after making that trek from the parking lot back to the campus grounds, so he pulled you into one of the café that a class of freshmen was doing.

"oh, it's our SC secretary!" the girl behind the counter exclaimed. eyes shining as she looks at you, completely ignoring ayato standing next to you. "omg, you're so pretty up close! i daresay the air around you almost feels regal! what would you like to have? it's on the house!"

ayato clears his throat. "right… how kind of you to treat us to some free drinks! i knew i made the right decision coming–"

"ah, no. only the secretary's drink is on the house. you're paying for your drink."

"WHAT?!"

you asked him if he wanted to walk around while sipping on your boba but ayato insisted on settling in one of the tables and taking advantage of the air conditioning in the room.

"what's the name of your drink again?" he asks.

"oh i think it's blueberry blues…? not sure."

"wanna taste each other's drinks?"

"uhm–"

"here taste mine! the flavor's name is happy honeydew! it's delicious!"

—

the day felt amazing and you've never felt this happy in your entire life. you may or may not have neglected your duties in looking out for a few stalls that were assigned to you but you were ordered by ayaka herself to show her brother around! this was an order from the president herself, you can't possibly go against that.

plus, you've reached out to some students and said they were A-okay in their booths and that you had nothing to worry about.

watching the sunset on one of the rooftops felt like a nice way to end the day. worrying about ayaka was a distant thing in your mind.

"yn?" he calls out.

"yeah?"

"i like you."

you freeze. this shouldn't be happening. this day was amazing, yes, and you might have forgotten about ayaka and your promises but you swore you'll only forget it today, right now. ayato confessing to you was a thing you never thought would happen so soon. not that you'd ever wanted it to happen.

you almost want to smack yourself for what you're about to do, but it has to be done. both for your sake and ayato's.

"i like you and i want–"

"i like you too, ayato!" the shimmer in his eyes before you crush his heart to pieces will forever haunt your nightmares. "ayaka means so much to me, so i'm glad we're able to get along great as friends! i'm sure ayaka will be very happy!"

"no, i don't mean–"

your phone rings and you don't know whether to laugh or scoff at the contact name on your screen.

"hey, ayaka… we're here on the rooftop of narukami building… ah, you've sorted it out? i see… okay! so will you be coming?… oh really? dean hayashi wants to see me? okay! i'll be right over!"

after the call you shoot your hansome companion an apologetic smile. "sorry, duty calls–literally. i had fun today! i'm glad i got to spend time with you."

his smiling face against the setting sun was nothing short of immaculate. "yeah, me too. i hope we can do this again sometime… preferably outside campus?"

you force a laugh.

"of course! we can even invite ayaka and the rest of the council, or your friends! anyway, see you!"

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — friendzone AWTS.

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frequent-demisexual-distress · 1 year

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Leech twins x Small Shark!reader drabble

Disclaimer: I have literally no experience really writing fanfic and am a shameless fan of being adored by two maniacs at once, and have a sickening case of twst brainrot, and also this was written in one sitting with no proof-reading, so give me a break

I just love the idea of there being a merfolk person who is a small breed of shark who just looks adorable but then can totes murder if necessary

Also maybe minor TW? Uncomfortable situation with a pushy jerk, but very brief and he gets his comeuppance so idk

He zips past you, laughing maniacally and frightening a group of underclassmen - “I’m in the mood to play,” he cackles, “I need someone to squeeze!”; you could just picture them as a school of anchovy, and he, of course, a hungry eel. They of course scatter, and for once, this was enough to satiate him. Usually Floyd’s appetite for entertainment would push him to grab one of the little fish up by their collar and give them a show of his pointed smile - his capability to swallow them up, if he had a mind to; however, the two people he cared for most were following not far behind, and his cute little partner would be somewhat dejected if he did this in their presence (even though his brother would only chuckle and observe).

Jade, amused as usual by the suffering of the populace - but having the good manners not to laugh out loud - simply widened his almost ever-present smile slightly, eyes narrowing slightly as he walked close beside you. His gaze darted subtly after the fleeing freshmen - you could almost forget that the twins were predators, being so close to them an having inexplicably earned their favor, but in moments like these, it was a stern reminder of their nature. Of your nature.

You purse your lips in a pout and raise an accusatory finger to wave at Floyd, not a hint of weight behind your expression when he circled back and looked down at you (both twins being quite a bit taller than you in their human forms). “Fish are friends, Floyd - not food!” You chastise, expression slightly shifting to one of exasperated pleading. “You promised me you’d try not to scare off all the new students before I could welcome them - it was Azul’s one job for me!”

“Aw, don’t be mad, Y/N~!” Floyd laughed, moving to your side and sliding an arm around your middle - he always had to hold onto you, someway or another. When he held you like this, it was both comforting and lighthearted; he knew your weakness for their affection. Grinning and nuzzling his head against yours, he adds on, “You can still welcome them, when they get done changing their pants~” Ah, that laugh again - endearing as it was, it lost him sympathy.

“I’m serious, Floyd - I don’t want them to be afraid of you; I want them to enjoy your company as much as I do! We’re their seniors, after all,” You say, crossing your arms over your chest and doing your best (only half-succeeding) to give a convincing pout.

Jade took one of your hands, pulling it close to his chest, and stroked your knuckles soothingly, speaking up with his signature, almost saccharine, tone, “Now, now, dear - you recall that all of the new initiates to Octavinelle have been directed to be waiting in the lounge for first-year orientation. These stragglers are merely in need of herding, and who better than us to provide? If we can’t do that, then what is our purpose?”

You hum, then nod, sighing softly and pulling his hand to your mouth for a chaste kiss (taking him by slight surprise, to your satisfaction). As much as you knew he was simply excusing his brother’s actions, and his association by complicit observation, you also saw the logic - and you could never stay mad at your boys. They both knew your soft spots (it’s them - they’re the soft spots) and you honestly didn’t mind it so much, as long as they didn’t actually hurt anyone. Besides, you didn’t have much room to talk, based on how the three of you came to be in this strange but dearly treasured relationship.

You recall your first days in Octavinelle - at NRC in general, really. You, while lovely, were also still finding yourself. You didn’t see the beauty in yourself that your boys did, and this was even worse before they came to be a part of your life.

You were a young merfolk, plucked straight from your home and dropped into a an entirely different world. Now, you expected things to be exactly the same as back home. You thought you’d be given your space, respected for your capability, and ultimately left alone. However, your human form was, evidently, very desirable to the students of NRC; you were approached far too frequently for your liking, and no matter how you denied and how you tried to politely decline, one admirer in particular wouldn’t take the hint.

He had cornered you in the hallway after a class you shared as the rest of the class filtered out. He blathered on for the thousandth time this week about how you would be foolish not to take him up on his offer, how he’d be the best partner (eventual husband) you’d be able to find. This was enough to justify hurting him, frankly, but you composed yourself to the best of your ability. Hands clenched, nails digging dangerously into your own skin, lips pulled tight to avoid scowling outright, you spoke quietly and matter-of-factly, telling him that you were not interested. That’s when he put a hand on your shoulder and steeped in closer - and that’s when you momentarily saw red. According to Floyd, whom (alongside Jade and Azul, of course) was passing through, just about to interfere himself, you were magnificent - baring your teeth, sharper than even theirs and with a smaller row behind them; eyes narrowing to a near slit; and effortless strength on display, despite your smaller frame, when you brought the fool to his knees by your sheer grip on his wrist.

Jade says they restrained you gently until you regained yourself, which didn’t take long once the fool was actually gone, although for you the memory is fuzzy, and then together reported the student to the headmaster’s office. That was the day Azul recruited you to Octavinelle (despite your original placement in Savanaclaw), your unofficial position being right alongside Jade and Floyd as an enforcer - able to persuade in a somewhat more genuine manner than Jade, and able to intimidate in a slightly more off-putting way than Floyd, making you invaluable to their work.

You agreed to join in because, firstly and more superficially, you appreciated their keeping you from doing something you’d regret; but secondly, and more authentically, you appreciated being given the power to utilize your unique position in the ecosystem, without having to fall into a stereotype or pretend to be someone you aren’t. And, of course, having beautiful twin eels (who appreciated even your more feral side) as your coworkers (and eventual partners) didn’t hurt as a sign-on bonus.

As you worked with them, you came to care for both deeply, and even Azul, though you saw him more as a baby-man who needed to be protected at all costs, despite his ‘cool’, ‘business-man’ front. The twins, though, they had your eye in a more prospective way - call it your instincts, but between them both being fellow predators, both being hilarious and charming in their own distinct ways, and being aware of what you could do if provoked and accepting you anyway. You always loved that, regardless of how you’d met, the boys had always treated you with respect, but also a sort of teasing condescendency. Back home, you were either avoided, sucked up to, or ridiculed maliciously by bigger predators. The twins, though, were arguably right on your level, if not somewhat lower on the food chain; this made things level from the get-go, and their teasing made you feel like one of them - no longer did you have to feel ostracized in one way or another. They gave you a sense of home, with their very presence, that you’d never felt anywhere or with anyone else before.

For Jade, seeing someone who, during their first week, had been so composed, if awkward, handle themselves the way you did was what caught his interest. He thought you amusing, if nothing else - but that amusement soon melted into full-on adoration. You were kind to him without being put-off by his attempts to intimidate you; you made him laugh, and you never bad-mouthed his brother. As if that wasn’t enough, when he looked in your eyes, he felt he could stay forever - your beauty, you proved, was far more than skin-deep. For him, that was enough to be hooked. As much as he hated allowing others to hold the cards for him, he slowly began to allow you to matter to him. And you respected that, and you treated him with the consideration and care that he deserved, and he could no longer lie to himself about just how deeply you’d come to place yourself in his heart. For Floyd, you were of course attractive in appearance, and so that initially caught his interest; he wondered if you were really boring, though, as you made such little trouble in your first week; however, upon seeing you in full attack mode, seeing what you reduced that insignificant man-child to in mere moments - that was when he knew you were going to be fun! And, on getting to spend more time with you, despite your reluctance to intimidate others on purpose (afraid of losing control entirely), he came to find that your ability to still be soft and kind to him - never flinching when he’d squeeze you, never running from his snarls, never giving up on him when he’d fall into one of his depressive episodes - while having that power underneath the surface; that made you someone he couldn’t be without.

Now, the twins aren’t blind to the needs of the other, and of course they’d immediately recognize that they shared these feelings for you - luckily, they were used to sharing. And, frankly, you doubted that, even had you only been with one of them, they would be able to watch their sibling hurt in that way - just as you wouldn’t. So, when the two approached you with a proposition, you accepted. You would be both of their partner, and you would spend time with them equally, and you would be loved by two wonderful men.

Fast forward to the present, as you’re holding Jade’s hand and being clung to by Floyd, standing before the newest iteration of the Mostro staff, and you flash a wide, sharp smile - even though the little fish were visibly shaken, you (and your boys) were more than content.

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Confliction - Modern AU! Sekido x Reader

It was a cool Thursday afternoon in Japan in October. Outside in a park, stood a muscular, young man, with shoulder-length hair. That young man, is Sekido and he seems to be deep in thought, conflicted about a few things. One of those things is (Y/N), one of his many great friends, whom he has developed feelings for.

It was only fifteen days ago when he realized his true feelings toward his beloved and yet, he felt so conflicted. It felt wrong to like her because of the friendship they had and he feared he might bring it to ruin.

As he stood in the park, the thick branches with the beautiful orange trees providing him a comfortable shade, he awaits (Y/N)'s arrival. Today was the day he'd confess. Despite his intimidating demeanor, he felt nervous, nervous that she might reject him, but he waited nevertheless. It would be about another ten minutes when she'd arrive with her all too recognizable bright smile.

He felt his heart in his throat; the mere presence of her fills him with a lot of nervousness. He then clenched his hands and takes a deep breath to calm down his nerves. Walking up to her with open arms with her, he greets her happily and says, "Hey, (Y/N)."

"Hey, Sekido, how are you?" you greet him as you hug him back. "I'm doing fine, how 'bout you?" For some reason, he felt his heart skip when you asked him how was he doing and he liked it.

"I'm quite alright, thank you for asking." you both begin to walk as you asked him, "Why did you call me here anyways? Is there something wrong?" you asked him as you were walking beside Sekido.

"I wanted to spend time with you. We've barely gotten the chance to." he softly said to you.

"Oh, well that's quite sweet of you." and you smiled at him. Jeez, that smile... It made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside, and his emotions were bouncing everywhere.

You leaned your body forward a bit before speaking, "So, how've you been?" a simple question, but one he found difficult to answer with how he felt right now. "I've been doing okay, for the most part. How about you?"

"I've been well, Zohakuten is entering his freshmen year after graduating middle school, and the other three are doing well as usual." His demeanour seemed cool and composed, but on the inside, he was far from composed. Why is speaking to her so difficult? We're best friends! We've known each other so long! So why is confessing to her so difficult?! Sekido then remembered what Karaku had said.

"Get straight to the point with her, from the way you've described her, she's not someone who likes to wait. Take her to some café or to the park and get on with it."

Well, that's easier said than done... Sekido then brings her over to a nice secluded area in the park. They both sit down and he starts.

"There's a reason I called you here, and it's not just to hang out and catch up."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Its... It's just that... We've known each other for so long, and we have so much in common with each other... And..." Sekido was struggling to find the words to say. Come on... Just tell her how you feel, and then let the conversation flow...

You notice this and say, "And? What's wrong?" you said as you put your hand on his shoulder.

He felt his body warm up when you touched him. He puts his hand where his heart is and his breath was trembling every time he inhaled. He grabs his shirt his shirt to calm himself down as he was slowly breathing in and out.

"Are you alright?" You asked him, concerned about why he was acting like this.

He nods as he says, "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay..." He pats his chest and looks at you. "I just... " He sighs out of frustration from not having the right words until he said, "Oh fuck it... I like you, okay?"

"Oh... Well, I like you too." You said smiling at him.

"No..." He stammers, "Not like that. I mean, I like you. Do you get what I'm saying? I have feelings for you. Feelings that I just now realized 2 weeks ago. I know there's a fat chance that you don't have the same feelings for me, but... You make me feel happy, when nothing else doesn't. I... I..." he sighs, "Oh fuck it..." Sekido cups your cheeks and looks at you before kissing your lips.

Your eyes widened in shock at Sekido's act, but you didn't stop him. Slowly but surely, you melted into the kiss in, kissing back with more passion and love.

Sekido didn't know what else to do, so he moved his arms to your body, and wrapped his arms around you. Whenever you two quickly disconnect the kiss, you two would always go back for more.

You put your hands on the back of his hand and his cheek, and him wrapping his arms around your waist, have a sense of intimacy.

You both stop and both of you were quietly breathing, with both of your breaths trembling. "So... Does this mean you have feelings for me?"

You nodded and said, "Ever since I laid eyes on you at that pool party Douna had invited me to, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Everything about you is so... Perfect."

"But, I'm mostly angry, all the time... I act like an asshole around everybody around me... And the other three are the only ones that see right through me..."

"I'll be honest, even though I was a little off put by your attitude, it didn't take long for me to realize that through all of that rough skin, you truly do care." She smiles at him softly.

"And besides, you and I have been friends for as long as I can remember." She nudges his arm at her little joke.

Sekido blushes as he avoided eye contact with her and groans out of embarrassment. He then looks at you and says, "What were the signs?"

"Last year of September, when you and your brothers had invited me to go out to eat, they tried to give us some time alone. I also tried to get you to walk with me and then when we had both gotten dessert together alone, I tried confessing to you. Yes, your brothers knew about my feelings towards you, but, I had begged them not to tell you."

He hides his face in one of his hands, clearly feeling embarrassed and ashamed for missing your hints. "I'm such a moron..." Your hand rubs his back in a comforting manner as she speaks. "It's alright, at least we got the whole confession thing out of the way." She says, smiling at him comfortingly.

He looks up at you and says, "Was that the only sign, or was there more than one?"

"You want me to list them?"

He stares blankly at you before dropping his head and saying, "You say that alone makes me realize how much of a fucking dumbass I am... God fucking dammit!"

"Hey, hey hey, I told you it's okay. I hate missing signs too. But now that you confessed to me, and when we kissed, it made me realize that I'm not the only one that has the same feelings." You said as you cup his cheeks and kissed him.

Sekido hears the sound of his heart beating in his ears and they started to heat up. He then clears his throat as he says, "Well... Do you wanna get something to eat..?"

"Sure, where do you wanna go?" you asked him. "Actually... I'll go wherever you wanna go. Whatever it is, I won't complain."

You then gasp as you grab his hand and started to jog. "I'm glad you said that, 'cause I go the perfect place we could eat at!" you joyfully said as you were dragging Sekido. He then looks down to see you holding hands with him and smirks as he gladly followed you.

Mini time skip

You both stood in front of a restaurant that you were quite familiar with, as a matter of fact, it's one of your favorites in the city. Sekido never tried this restaurant before, but with you, he's willing to try new things.

He holds the door for you to go in, and you went on through. He closes the door and follows you to the checkout.

"Table for two?" The waitress asked and you two nodded. "Okay, follow me please." and she started to walk from the hall of tables full of people eating. Once she found an empty table, she gestured you two to sit.

You pulled up the chair, and sat down. Sekido follows suit, and sits next to you. "Here are your menus, I send someone to give you your drinks, what you like to drink?"

"(F/D)."

"And you?"

"Just water."

"Okay, I'll send someone to give you your drinks, and take your orders." the waitress said. "Okay, thank you, ma'am." you said and she responds, "No problem." and started to walk away.

As she was walking away, Sekido looks at you and says, "So... When I kissed you, back at the park, how was it? I kind of felt a little guilty kissing you without warning." he said with a light blush on his face.

"Oh. Well, while I was surprised at you kissing me like that, but, I liked it. Since I had the same feelings for you. And when you kissed me, my body felt warm. If it makes you feel any better, I melted into you kissing me, because that was my first kiss."

His head perked up when you said first kiss. He then looks at you and said "That was your first kiss?"

You faintly blush as you answered him, "Yeah, it was. I may be a social person, but I usually don't have a connection with people like that. That is, until I met you. And when you kissed me... I felt happy." you said to him as you touched his thigh.

He looks down at your hand on his thigh and looks back at you before leaning in to kiss you. You close your eyes and felt him peck your lips.

You both open your eyes and you smirked at each other. "I think we're getting sidetracked, aren't we supposed to look at the menu?" you asked him, and his face changed. "Oh, right. Sorry about that." he says as he grabs the menu and opens it to see the list and you giggled.

You didn't even open your menu folder because you know every dish in there, since that's how much you knew about this place. While Sekido was not going through the menu and he thought to himself, Jeez, these prices are ridiculous. Makes me wonder if we're gonna split this thing 50/50... No, don't do that. Pay for the whole thing, like a real man would do on his first date.

He kept going through the menu until one of the dishes caught his eye. The description reads that it was a dish that had linguini pasta, with boneless chicken breasts, shrimp, red onion strips, and peppers. Cajun jambalaya pasta? I've never heard of this before... Sounds good just from the description... I think I might get it.

A waiter then comes with a black platter that had both of your drinks. He puts your glass of (F/D) on your side and puts the glass of water on Sekido's side with a glass pitcher. "Alright, I am going to be taking your orders, what will you two being ordering today?" the waiter says as he takes out a pen and notepad.

"I'll take a (F/F)."

"Okay... And what about you, sir?"

The jambalaya pasta."

The waiters eyebrow rose up as he says, "Oh, the cajun jambalaya? Good choice, I have a feeling you might enjoy that one." he then put the pen away and said, "It might take a while for us to get your food done, if that's the case, we apologize, since were having a really busy day."

"No, I dont blame you, you do got a lot of people here." you said as you smiled at the waiter.

The wait smirks and said, "Thank you for your understanding. Enjoy your drinks." and walks off. You look at Sekido and said, "So, jambalaya, huh? Nice." you said smiling at him and giving a thumbs up.

"Thanks. I've never gone to this place before..." he says as he sips his water. "And you saying that means I made a good choice in terms of food." and he takes another sip.

"You bet I did." you said, giggling at him, and he smirks. He then sees your hand was still on his lap, so he took the opportunity, and grabbed your hand and hold it.

You softly gasped as you look down to see your hands holding each other. You look at him to see a blush on his face, and you smiled.

Time skip

At least 30 minutes went by, and the man that bought your drinks came back with a huge platter that was safe to assume was your food. He puts your plate down, and then puts Sekido's plate down.

"Here you go, enjoy your meal. Would you like a refill, ma'am?" and you nodded. "Would you like me to refill that pitcher, sir?" and Sekido also nods. He grabs your cup and the pitcher and said, "Enjoy your meals." and smiles as walks off to refill your cup and the pitcher.

You both look down at your food and started to mentally salivate. You both couldn't wait to hork these down. Sekido then grabbed the fork and pierced a piece of shrimp and chicken and twirled them on the linguini.

He was about to eat it, but stops as he turned to you and says, "Do you wanna taste it for me? I've never tried this before and want to see your approval." He said, lightly blushing at you.

You smiled as you grabbed your fork and knife, and started to cut a piece of your (F/F). "Here, I wanna know what you think too."

He looks at the food, and opens his mouth for you to put the food in it, and you follow suit. You both put the fork in your mouths, and swiped the food off and chewed.

Sekido's eyes widened from the taste of your food, while you hummed from the taste of the jambalaya. "So... How does it taste?" you said while chewing.

"It's good... What about mine?" he asked you and you gave a thumbs up. "10 out of 10." and smiled.

He then nods and took a bite of the jambalaya and God, did it taste like heaven to him. He wasted no time, and began chowing down on the plate. You giggled at the way he was eating like an animal, but you can't blame him, jambalaya just smacks that hard.

The waiter came back with your drink and the pitcher and puts it on the table. He then says, "I take the foods delicious?"

You then look at Sekido and did a little exhale laugh as the waiter chuckles, "I told him he would enjoy it. Anyway, enjoy, thank you for eating with us. Would you like a receipt for when you go?"

"Uh-huh, sure." you said as you took another bite of your food. "Alright, I'll be right back." and walks off yet again. You both continued to eat as Sekido started to cough from eating too fast. He then grabs the pitcher and pours the water into the cup and drinks it, letting out a exhale of relief.

You giggled and pat his back. He then scoffs but softly smirks as a way of saying he was joking with you.

The waiter came back with the receipt and puts it on the table. Here's the receipt, and once again, thank you for eating with us." he walked away one final time.

You took a sip of your drink and then took a bite of your food. Sekido followed what you did like a mirror, and he too sipped his water and took a bite of his jambalaya.

He then softly shoulders you and said, "You want the rest? I'm sort of full at the moment." you smiled at him as you nodded and gestured to him for you to swipe the food on your plate.

He did and put his plate on the table. He then took out his phone and decided to do whatever he does on it while you were chowing down on (F/F) and jambalaya.

Sekido then notices the receipt on the table and checks on how much the dishes cost and his eyes widened in surprise. That much!? Well... I can't complain now, I ate the food and everything... Guess I gotta pay for it.

He took his wallet out and put the amount of money that was required to pay. Once you were done eating, you let out a sigh of satisfaction while you cover your mouth as you burped.

"Oh, 'cuse me. Man that was delicious. I'm in the room for dessert though. You wanna go get ice cream?" you said to him. "Whatever makes you happy for this date." and stood up and pushed the chair. "Cool!" and you followed suit.

You both were walking to the entrance to leave and Sekido held the door open for you. You look back at him and smirked, only to accidentally bump into someone. "Oop, sorry, sorry!"

"Oh it's no problem, I got too excited getting here!" A girly voice said to you.

The girl had lime green eyes, and her hair was pink, to green at the end of her twin pigtails. "Well, at least we can come to even grounds." You said as you extended your hand to her, and she shakes it.

"An apologetic, and respective young lady, what more could a man want?" a man that had fire-like hair said while walking behind the pink to the green-haired girl.

"Apologies she's just excited to come to this restaurant, aren't you, Mitsuri?" and she nods, not denying the fact. "Yup, it's one of my favorite restaurants out of the entire city!" and she smiled.

The fire-haired man chuckles and says, "Well that just means that you'll help me choose which is the best dish." he grabs the door handle and says, "Thank you for holding the door handle for us, sir. You two have a nice day now." and walks with the green haired lady.

"Those two looked nice together." you said. "Yeah, they did. But let's not focus on that, let's go get some ice cream, yeah?" he said.

"...Are you getting jealous, Sekido?" you said in a playfully teasing manner. Sekido scoffs as he says, "No, not at all." and you laughed as you shoulder-tapped him. "Relax, I'm just joking with you. C'mon, let's go get us some ice cream!" and you grabbed his hand and walked.

Time skip

You both arrived at the ice cream shop and went inside to feel the cool temperature of the store. Sure you were wearing a hoodie, but you still felt a little cold. Sekido noticed this and takes off his jacket and said, "Here."

You grabbed his jacket and put it on to see him lightly blushing at the fact you're wearing his jacket. You softly smirked at him as you said, "Thanks." He looks down at you and says, "No problem." with a light blush on his face.

You both walked to the counter, and looked down to see a bunch of ice cream on display. Ranging from the original flavors, to the unique ones like Rocky Road, Death by Chocolate, and he gasped when spotted his personal favorite, Matcha Green Tea.

"Hello you two, what can I get you two?" the man asked you. You went first and said, "Can I get a (IC/F)?"

He nods and says, "Okay, and you?"

"Matcha." you did a double-check when he said matcha ice cream. People unironically eat that? And it was to your surprise that he was one of those people. You thought that he would like pistachio, but matcha?

"Would you two like a cone, or a cup?"

"Cup, without a doubt." you said, not giving him a second to respond. "Okay, (IC/F), and matcha coming right up!" and then squats down to open the display case.

You look at him and whisper, "Matcha? Out of all flavors? I didn't think you would be the type of person to like that."

He chuckles. "You and me have a lot of catching up to do if that's the case." he said with a smug smirk on his face.

The man bounces back up to display two cups of ice cream in his hand. "Here you two go, and that'll be 1,071.90 Yen."

Sekido then took out his wallet again and gave it to the cashier. The cashier grabs it and says, "Thank you, you two have a nice day!" he said waving to both of you as you both left the store.

You both were walking on the sidewalk as you were both taking scoops of your ice cream and eating it. You look at him and make a fake cringe face as you said "Still... Matcha?"

He chuckles and said, "Shut up..." and takes another scoop of it. You chuckled as well as you scooped up your ice cream and ate it as you both were walking beside each other.

Time skip

You both arrived at his place, and yawn as he grabs his keys and opens the door. He notices that the house was quiet, and nobody was here. He then took his shoes off and said, "Looks like we got the whole place to ourselves for the time being. What do you wanna do?"

You took off your shoes as you said, "Hmm... Oh, I know! We should make dessert!"

"After already getting ice cream?"

"What, a little more sugar gonna hurt? Besides, if you have the right ingredients, I know the perfect dessert to make!"

"And what is that dessert?"

"Meringue! It's my favorite, I make it at least once a month!" you said in a joyful tone.

Sekido mustve think you were a connoisseur when it came to food, because he never heard of this before. But, whatever makes you happy, he'll make it with you. "Sure, why not?"

You smiled and went to the kitchen, and to your surprise, it was moderately big, it connected to the living room on the left. But that didn't distract you for too long as you open the refrigerator and grabbed 3 white eggs, then you preheat the oven to 425°F as then grabbed some lemon juice, and some granulated sugar.

You grabbed a medium-sized metal bowl and put it in the empty sink and asked him, "Do you have a whisk by any chance?"

He then points to the pantry and you opened it. There was a lot of stuff in here, thankfully you noticed the whisk before you got lost in looking in here. You plugged the whisk up and then searched for a white egg separator, so that the yolk wouldn't get in, and to your surprise, they had one.

You cracked the three eggs and threw away each yolk. And here comes the worst part, waiting 20 minutes volume to be better. As you were waiting, you asked Sekido, "Hey, you think you can turn on the TV so we can speed up time?"

He nods and said, "Sure, what do you want me to put on?" he said as he grabbed the remote.

"(F/S/M)."

"Okay." He then plays it and put the remote on the couch and sits down. You followed suit as you sat down as you watched the (M/S). Sekido looks down at you before slowly wrapping his arm around you.

You softly gasp as you felt him do this and you look at him. You both made eye contact with each other and giggled as you both leaned towards each other and kissed.

20 minutes later

As you two were watching the (M/S), you check your phone to see that 20 minutes have gone by and remembered what you have to do. "Hey, Sekido, I gotta make the meringue. As nice as this cuddling might be, Imma need you to let me go, alright?"

He chuckles and said, "Alright, but you better make it quick." he says as he lets go of you. "Relax, it won't take that long." you said as you went back to the kitchen and grabbed a teaspoon. You then poured half a teaspoon of lemon juice and poured into the bowl.

You then grabbed the electric whisk and turned it on to be medium-low speed and then slowly moved up to medium speed. As you were doing this, you scooped up 15 mL of a teaspoon of sugar four times, and dumped it with the mixed egg whites.

You then set the whisk on high and started to fully mix it. You move the whisk around the bowl to make sure you wouldn't miss a single inch so it wouldn't taste bad.

Two minutes have gone by and the mix had a creamy white look to it, you poked it and felt the texture with your index finger and thumb and felt that it was smooth. You then turned off the whisk and picked up the metal bowl.

You then opened the pantry and picked out pie bread. You unwrapped it, and poured the meringue into the crust. You grabbed a knife to smooth it out. Once you did that, you put it in the oven and put the time for 4 minutes and 30 seconds.

You walk back to Sekido and plopped back right into his arms. You sighed like an exhausted mother taking care of children of three. He chuckles as he wraps his arms around you and kissed your head and continued to watch the (M/S).

4 minutes and 30 seconds later

You heard the oven beeping, giving you the sign that the meringue was done. You put on some oven mitts and opened the oven to take out the meringue. You put it on the table and grabbed a knife to cut the meringue pie. You grabbed some paper plates and gave each of you a piece.

You both picked up each others pieces of the meringue pie and took a bite of it. Once you did, you hummed from satisfaction by how proud you were able to make this. Sekido took another bite as he was rapidly chewing the pie.

You pat him as you said, "Relax, the pie isn't going anywhere." looks at you and said, "Sorry, but you bake really well." he said while chewing the pie in his mouth. You giggled as you took another bite.

Mini time skip

After each of you had about two pieces of meringue pie, you put the rest in the oven and washed your hands. You open your phone to see that it was 8:30 and it was getting dark outside.

"It's getting late and I should probably get going. I had a great time hanging out with you, Sekido." She flashed Sekido a smile before putting her phone in her pocket.

After saying her goodbye to Sekido, Y/N turned to the door to leave. Sekido stood there for a moment, he had seen an opportunity to convince her to stay for perhaps... Something more.

However, he stood there, frozen, he didn't know what do or say. What are you doing?! Make a move, convince her to stay with you! He yelled at himself in his thoughts. Eventually, he regained himself and quickly followed her.

Once you had both of your shoes on, you unlocked the door and was about to walk out until Sekido stopped you. "Hey, (Y/N)..."

You look back at him and said, "Yeah?"

Sekido stood there looking stuck before shaking his head and said, "Do you mind if you can stay a little longer?" he said with a blush on his face.

"What for?"

"Well, for you not to walk out in the middle of the night, how far do live from us?"

"I live about 35 minutes away from you guys, but I can handle the walk, I do play in sports after all."

"Perhaps stay a little longer, I'd... I'd honestly like you to stay a bit longer...It's too late and it's dark out. A lot of things can happen, bad things at that. I'd prefer it if you stayed here, just for the night." Sekido softly said to you while retaining his serious tone.

""Well, when you put it like that..." She says, slowly closing the door again. "I guess you're right, it is pretty dark." She peeked outside the window observing the darkness that was illuminated by the dim streetlights. "Well, one night couldn't hurt." She smiled softly as she began taking off her shoes.

Sekido stood there watching you as he thought to himself, Bout time you did something smart, but hopefully your next words land smoothly. Don't fuck this up. His inner thoughts scolded. "(Y/N)..." Her gaze shifted to his when he called out her name.

"..."

Don't you dare be fucking blunt.

"... Do want to sleep in my bed?"

YOU FUCKING MORON!

Both of you stood there, a bright blush dusting your cheeks after the sudden question. He stammers trying to come up with an excuse but not really succeeding. His gaze shifts to anywhere but you before he then speaks in a flustered and shameful tone. "I apologize for that... inappropriate question. It's fine if you want to leave, it's clear I got too ahead of myself and-" Sekido was unexpectedly cut off by the sudden feeling of his lips on her soft ones. It didn't take long for him to quickly give in to the desirable sensation as his arms quickly wrapped around your waist while you wrapped yours around his neck.

The kiss both of you shared then began to get more heated, both your tongues dancing with one another. Eventually, the kiss came to an end due to lack of air but was delicious no less.

As you were about to speak, you were quickly cut off by Sekido who brought you into his arms in the bridal carry, venturing upstairs to his bedroom. Once you both entered, he gently placed you down so you could once again stand on your two feet.

"Before we continue this, I would like to know something..." Sekido began, staring into your eyes with his usual serious glare but with with a hint of concern. "Do you really want this?" He asked placing a hand on your shoulder. "I understand that we've been friends for a year, yes, but I would like to know if you're truly comfortable with this. So please, be completely honest with me." His tone of voice held a little bit of concern, way more than what he would usually use even toward his brothers.

You then got on your toes and wrapped your arms around as you hugged him. He slowly wrapped his arms around you as well as he kissed the side of your head. You both stopped hugging as he says, "So you want this?"

You nodded and said, "With every fiber of my being." and kissed his lips. He then picks you up and places you on the bed. He then grabbed the rim of your pants, but then looked at you to see if he had your approval, and you nodded.

He then pulled down your pants to reveal your (F/C) panties and took off your shirt to reveal your (F/C) bra.

"Goddamn... Your so hot..." you blushed red when he said that, and chuckles. He then took off his shirt to reveal his toned brown skin. He was about to take off his pants, but you stopped him when you said, "W-Wait! Can I... Take them off?"

He then smirks as he lets go of the rim of his pants and you crawled up to his standing figure. You then grabbed the rim and then pulled down to reveal his black boxers and you blushed.

He then got on the bed and then kisses you as he touches your cheek. You both started to touch down each other's bodies as you both wanted to feel every inch of each other before the main event.

You both stopped kissing and caresses your cheek. "You okay?" he says as while touching down your body. You respond to him, "Yeah... I'm okay... Just a little nervous is all... You know, about doing this..."

"I don't blame you since I'm nervous about this too... But, we can try, and overcome this fear while we do it together..." He said with a faint blush on his face.

You giggled from the way he said that and said, "You sound like an anime character..." and he grumbled in response. "I'm trying to make the moment less stressful..."

You giggle again, but wrapped your arms around him. "Well, I feel less nervous now and more comfortable doing this with you."

He chuckles, "Yeah..." and he cups your cheek. You both stared at each other for a little bit before capturing each other's lips. You both felt warm as you both were kissing each other on his bed.

You both stopped kissing and Sekido says, "I wanna touch you..." he says as his hands were almost touching your bra.

You then sat up and put your hands behind your back to unhook your bra, but were having a hard time for some reason. You giggled from a little bit of embarrassment, and then took off your arm straps and turned your bra around so you could take it off more easily.

Once you unhooked it, and it dropped on the bed, you instantly covered them up with your hands. Sekido tried to move your hands, but you quickly moved you moved away from him.

"What's wrong?" Sekido sits up, "Are you worried I might not like them?" Sekido asked you, genuinely concerned about why you were covering your breasts. You stayed silent for a bit before Sekido touched your shoulder and said, "I still love you just as you are, you know that, right?"

He then went under your arms and started to fondle your breasts, making you gasp.

"Seki--" You turned your head to talk to him, but then he kissed you, silencing you as he was touching your breasts. Your hands slowly dropped as you let him touch your breasts more and more.

"S-Seki...do...." you said in between kisses. Your nipples started to get ridged, and Sekido saw an opportunity. He then turned your body around to face his, and stopped kissing you as he went down to your breasts and started to suck your nipple.

You gasped and then let out a quiet moan, but then quickly covered your mouth since you couldn't believe you moaned. Even Sekido was surprised. "Did you just moan?"

You were about to lie, but there would be no point since it was only the two, so you nodded. He then smirks and says, "I liked it..." he licks your breast, and you moan again. "It tells me I'm doing a good job..." and started to continue sucking your nipple.

You moaned and wrapped your arms around his head as he picked you up and placed you on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he was switching left and right sucking your nipples.

And as he was doing this, you felt something poking your bottom region. Is... Is that his... You thought as you felt it move there. You then gasped and then groaned out his name, "S-Sekido... Your..."

He then stops and looks at you to see a blush on your face. He then looks down to see his erection poking your area, making his eyes widen. He then takes you off his lap, but couldn't help but look down on his cloth-covered erection, and you couldn't stop looking too.

Sekido notices this and says, "Are you... Grossed out by it?" he said as his legs were open showing off the bulge in his boxer briefs. You softly shook your head and said, "N-No... It's normal. You're just excited is all..." Seeing the bulge in his boxers made you feel excited as well.

Your hips started to rub against each other as you felt a tingling sensation down there, and your face started to heat up. You then sat back on Sekido's lap as he says, "Wh... What are you-" he cuts himself off by groaning when you started grinding your hips.

You softly moan as you wrap your arms and legs around him. You softly moan as you felt his bulge rubbing against your spot. Sekido groans as he was getting his bulge grinded on as he put his hands on your waist. He then started to kiss your neck and your shoulder as you continued to move your hips on him.

'S-Sekido..." you moaned out his name as you felt your spot getting wet, so you stopped and said, "I'm so h-horny for you... " and kissed him.

He melted into your kiss as he moved your hands off your waist, and onto your back. The bulge in his boxers was constantly twitching from how damp his boxers were. He looks at you and says, "Take them off..."

You blushed over the fact that you knew exactly what he meant. But that didn't stop you. You then got off of him and grabbed the rim of your panties and slowly took them off and then threw them on the floor.

You then look down at his boxers and look back at him and said, "M-May I?"

"I did say take them off... Didn't I? God that was corny..." you giggled at his failed attempt to look sexy, but you still did what he asked. You crawled up to him and grabbed the rim of his boxers, and pulled them down.

Once you fully pulled them down, you were in awe of how big he was. He looked to be 7 inches long, and 4 inches thick. Both of you blushed red as you were both looking at each other's genitalia.

"Wow... So we're gonna do this..." you said in a soft, quiet tone. "Yeah..." he says as he looks down at his cock and looks back at you and says, "Come here..."

You then crawl up to him and then he sits you up and then kisses you. You softly moaned as you cupped his cheek. He then wrapped his arms around you and you both collapsed on the bed.

"Sekido... I... I want to..." He kisses you and says, "I know, trust me, I know... But I want this to be as tender as it can be. You want it to feel special, right?"

You softly nodded and then he grabbed your hand and place it on his cock. He then gets to your ear and whispers, "Stroke it for me..." and your face turned red.

You were about to speak, but then you felt two fingers go inside you. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers inside you moving. He goes against your again and says, "Move it..."

You slowly moved your hand up and down onto his cock and put your head on his chest. Sekido's breath trembling as he thought to himself, Holy shit... I'm really doing this with her... Even with my fingers, her insides are wrapping around me so tightly...

You would occasionally whimper you felt him move his fingers a little more deeper inside you, but you felt good so you weren't complaining. Sekido cups your cheek and then kisses you with his right hand, and as he's doing this, he looks down at you stroking his shaft, and his pre cum leaks out.

He then closes his eyes and started to french kiss you, letting both of your tongues twirl with one another. Just when you were about to stop, Sekido grabs a hold of your tongue with his mouth and you thought, H-Hes sucking my tongue... And goes back into kissing you.

You both stopped kissing as you both were breathing heavily as you were both out of breath. Sekido nuzzles under your neck and says, "Fuck... Your hand is so soft... It feels like I'm gonna..."

"A-Are you..?" you ask him, in a shy, flustered tone and he says, "A little... But I don't want to cum just from you stroking me, it would be embarrassing..." he then looks at you, and says, "I'd rather cum if we make ourselves good when we taste each other..." and you blush profusely red.

He then took his fingers out of you and got on top of you. But he wraps his arms around you and then spun until you were on top of him. He huskily says, "Turn around..." and you immediately compiled.

Your back was faced against him while looking down at his twitchy shaft. The thought of him being inside you made your mind fill so much dirty stuff, your younger self would be shocked to visualize them.

You then laid down to the point where you were face to face with it, and Sekido could see your wet pussy. He softly gropes your ass as he spreads your lips out to reveal your wet, pink, insides.

The sign of it made his cock twitch and your eyebrows rose up from the sight of it. You look back at him and said, "S-Should I..?"

He nods and then wasted no time licking your slit. You gasped and moaned as you said, "H-Hey! No fair..." and then you started to suck it, both of you pleasuring each other orally.

Both of you didn't know what you were doing, but you were just doing what felt right, and followed back on what to do when you two were watching porn secretly.

Sekido stops licking you and says, "You taste... So fucking good... I want more..." and then he stuck his tongue inside you, making you yelp.

Your toes lightly curled from the feeling of his tongue moving around you. It was like he did this before, but in reality, he didn't. You continued sucking his cock but more rigidly as you were too distracted from his tongue. You then decided to suck more of him, and then started to deepthroat him.

He moans, but still continued to eat you out. As he was eating you out, he thought to himself, Fuck... If this keeps up any longer... I might not last... Her mouth... Its... So warm...

He then started to suck your juices from your pussy and you moaned, sending vibrations onto his cock. He grunts, and bucks his hips, making his cock go deeper into your mouth. You then kept bobbing your head, and Sekido kept moving his tongue inside you to taste you. That was until you both felt something.

You clench your eyes close as you felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter, and Sekido does the same, only that his cock was constantly twitching. You stopped sucking his cock, and started to stroke it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna... fucking... gonna! He grunts as he spurts his cum onto your hand as you continuously kept stroking his ejaculating cock.

That didn't mean he finished alone, no, you whimper as you felt yourself spraying your juices into Sekidos mouth, and you could've sworn you heard him swallowing some.

You both were heavily breathing as you were both recovering from that experience, both of you would twitch at random times after coming off your highs. "Fuck..."

"Yeah, f-fuck..." you said as you were looking at your hand that was covered in cum. You open and close your fingers as you see slimy white lines stretching between your fingers.

"You want me to get a rag for that?" Sekido asked you and you nodded. You then rolled off of him and he got off the bed and went to the bathroom. You look at your hand again to see his cum dangling on your palm, it almost dropped on your chest when Sekido gave you three pieces of tissue to clean it off.

"Thanks." and you cleaned off the cum off your hand. He had some tissues of his own as he cleaned the cum off his cock, making him slightly flinch whenever he touches himself.

You both finished cleaning and sat down on the bed, both of you blushing after what just happened. And then you moved close to him and kissed him as he wrapped his arms around you.

He then puts you down, and he was on top of you. You both exchanged tongues and were twirling them against each other, and could taste the remains of your juices on his tongue

You both stopped kissing and cupped your cheek and say, "I want this moment, with you... For both of us..." he said as he started to grind his hips onto your slit, making you whimper from sensitivity.

"Do... D-Do you have protection?" you said as he then stops and says, "Oh, yeah... Yeah, I think I do." he then opens his cabinet and took out a piece of wrapper.

"H-How long did you have that?" you ask since you were genuinely surprised at how he pulled one out so quickly. "Karaku gave me these for whenever something like this would happen. For an annoying bastard, he is kind of smart."

He then tore the wrapper open and took out the clear piece of latex. He rolls the latex down on his shaft and goes back on top of you. "You ready?" Sekido asks you with genuine concern in his voice.

You wrap your arms around him and kissed him. Sekido, while kissing you, lines up his cock to your entrance and slowly entered himself inside you.

You both stopped kissing as Sekido strokes your face and says, "You okay?" You nodded and said, "Y-Yeah... Yeah, I'm okay... G-God, your big..." you softly said while trying to make yourself more comfortable.

"Don't move, okay? That'll make more harder to make yourself more comfortable. Just relax, okay?" Sekido said as if he genuinely cared about you, like he didn't want to hurt you while in the process of doing this. "Here..." he hugs you and kisses your body.

You softly moan as you felt his lips kissing down your tender body. This felt like something that would come out of an erotic fanfiction that people would read in their free time, but this was real life, and you were loving every single second of it.

He then started to lick your nipple, and you groan from the feeling of his wet tongue going up and down. He then started to suck on it again and you wrapped your arms around his head. "S-Sekido..."

He stops for a brief moment to say, "God, I love you..." and went back sucking your nipple. Those three words stuck with you and so you kissed his head and said, "I love you, too, S-Sekido..."

He stopped sucking your breast and looks at you and says, "I can't wait anymore, I want to move so bad, is that okay?"

You nodded as you grabbed his face, and kissed him. You both closed your eyes as Sekido started to move your hips. He moans in your mouth as he felt your warm, wet insides around him, even with the condom on.

He then wraps his arms around you and stops kissing and says, "You feel... So fucking good..." and puts his head on your shoulder. You follow suit as you responded to him, "S-So do you..."

You close your eyes as you begin to moan in pleasure from his slow thrusts. You felt the warm air of his trembling breath up against your neck, and it made you feel like jelly.

You then wrap your legs around his waist and then he started to move at a more moderate pace. He started to moan a little more louder than before, but he was still moderately quiet about it.

"(Y/N)... Baby..." he mutters out as he was thrusting his hips, making the bed slightly shake and creak with every thrust. He started to kiss your neck and you whimpered.

He then stopped thrusting as and said, "I wanna try a new position, is that okay with you?" he said cupping your face. You then nodded and said, "If it's okay with you, then I won't argue."

He smirks and kisses your lips. He then puts you on your side and gets behind you, and spoons you. You could feel his wet latex-covered shaft grinding against your ass, and you liked it like a degenerate. He then lifted your leg up and went back inside you, making you both groan and moan.

"You feel tighter than before when you like this... I'm not complaining, though. I love it..." and started thrusting his hips again. He kissed the back of your shoulder and said, 'Does it feel good, baby? Do you want me to go faster?"

You nodded and said, "Y-Yes... It feels good... Please go faster, I wanna make you feel good t-too..."

He grabs your chin and turns your head to make him face you and said, "Oh, but you are making me feel good. But for you, I'll try my fullest to satisfy you..." and started to move his hips a lot faster.

You then moaned and then whimper as you felt him thrust deeper inside you, hitting your spot. "I love you, (Y/N)..." and he kisses your lips again. You cupped his cheeks as you both had a passionate kissing session, all while having the bed move and creak through every thrust he did.

You clamped down on him and he groans as his hips started to stutter from the feeling of your warm, wet walls tightening around him. Sekido stops kissing you and lays his head on your shoulder and kept thrusting his hips.

Both of your minds felt like white noise as you were both thinking about nothing but each other. This sense of intimacy and love made you both feel fuzzy inside, and you both loved it.

He then started to moan as he says to you, "(Y/N)... I think I'm gonna..." you then responded to him and said, "M-Me too..." you said as you felt the knot in your stomach form again.

He then lets go of your leg, and wraps his arms around your waist as he closes his eyes and let his hips go into autopilot. You started to whimper as you felt close and closer to your climax, but you tried to hold on as long as you could so you both could cum at the same time.

Sekido's breathing started to get louder and shakier as he felt his cock twitching. He gets behind your ear and says, "Are... Are you close?" and you nodded. He then started to move his hips deep inside you to the point where you couldn't hold it in any longer and came on his cock.

You let out a soundless scream as you felt yourself cumming on Sekido's cock. Shortly after, Sekido thrust inside you one last time, and grunted as he lets out a sigh of relief as he came inside the condom.

You were both sweating profusely as you both would lie on the bed, randomly twitching after coming off another high. He would slowly take himself out of you and remove the condom filled with cum. He throws it away, and turns you around to hug him. "I love you, so much..." Sekido softly said to you as he kisses your forehead.

You wrapped your arms around his body as you lay on his chest and said, "I love you, too, Sekido..." and you yawned as you felt tired. Sekido yawned as well he said, "Get some rest, I'll take you to your place when you wake up tomorrow..."

"Okay..." you let out another yawn as you close your eyes and drifted off to sleep. Sekido kisses your head and closed his eyes as he went to sleep.

What started out as a date, ended as a intimate and loving night alone. You two will never forget about this moment, till the day you both pass away.

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the geekification of chrissy cunningham

phase one - weed and puppy love / phase two / phase three

8.2K words

warnings - weed smoking, internalized queerphobia of some form or another (polyamory wasn't a coined label in the 80s but yeah, internalized hatred of that), emotional cheating (on both ends for the same person)

summary - Following her public break-up with Jason Carver, Chrissy Cunningham finds comfort and affection in two of Hawkins' most renowned freaks. Coincidentally, you and your boyfriend, Eddie, both seem to have a crush on the poor girl.

The news was out mere minutes after it happened. Chrissy Cunningham and Jason Carver broke up - for good. In the parking lot before school, the two called it splits and some freshmen from band overheard the whole thing; immediately spreading it like wildfire on dry grass.

“Did you hear?” Mike was staring at you and Eddie with eyes bugging from their sockets. Dustin and Lucas trailing after him, equally (if not more, depending on which one you looked at) shocked.

You and Eddie were in the secluded area of the theater room that was exclusive for set design - organizing for the campaign later that night.

“Hear what?” you turn to the boys, a brow raised.

“The queen of Hawkins High just broke up with her boyfriend,” Mike reaches out to shake you by the shoulders.

Eddie knocks the boy’s hands off you and shrugs, “Okay? I don’t know if you noticed, young paladin, but we aren’t exactly the audience to care for that.”

“But you do see how it’s insane, right?” Lucas stresses, stepping forward.

“I guess, if you didn’t know that Carver was a total dick,” you reach back so your hands support you against the table, “but we all did. Especially you, Sinclair, you were on the basketball team.”

“It’s just crazy that it finally happened,” Dustin looks between you and Eddie, “Isn’t it crazy?”

“Yeah, two people broke up, totally nuts,” you shake your head.

“We would never do that,” Eddie leans over to kiss your cheek, “We’re too powerful.”

“The freak power couple,” you take his hand in yours and squeeze, “I wouldn’t wanna be with anyone else.”

“I’m talking about real news here and you’re making it about yourselves,” Mike cringes, “You two are gross.”

…

“You two are gross.”

You remember muttering that about Chrissy and Jason. Not directly about Chrissy, she hardly looked like she’d been enjoying herself, but if you were referencing a couple then it would be more accurate to address both parties.

No. Now that you think about it, it’s entirely accurate to address solely Jason.

You sigh and flip your eyes up to the clock, a mere three minutes left of class. When you look up, though, you notice something actually bizarre.

Chrissy Cunningham herself - looking unnaturally stressed, and you can’t help the way your heart tugs at the sight of the poor girl.

“Uh, you okay?” what a dumb question.

Chrissy’s eyes widen before falling to you and she forces a grin, “Yeah, sorry… just spacing out, I guess.”

“My boyfriend,” you lean in closer to whisper to her, “I’m assuming you know because I’ve literally seen you buy from him but I’m just reminding you: he sells.”

“I don’t have much money on me today,” she murmurs.

“I can talk him into a discount,” you shrug and lean back before any student could get suspicious, “Just something to help you feel better after… you know.”

“You heard about that?” her eyes skip down to her hands. Fingers scratching at her rose pink nail polish.

“I think everyone in school has, to be honest,” you rub the back of your neck, “If it makes you feel better - I’m not one of the kids that thinks you’re crazy.”

She chuckles, but it feels absolutely hollow, “Right.”

“I’m serious,” you lean forward and rest your chin in the palm of your hand, “Even if I hadn’t sat next to you this entire year and learned what a sweetheart the queen of Hawkins High could be - I’d still just assume you were doing the right thing.”

“You mean that?” she looks up at you again, brows pinched and blue eyes less lively than you’ve ever seen.

“Duh,” maybe not the best way to phrase that, “I mean, even if it’s not for a specific reason, it isn’t like you can just stick around if you lose feelings or whatever. Plus, I’m more than 85% convinced Jason Carver is capable of murder.”

She gasps and slaps your arm, but it’s in good humor as she starts giggling, “Oh my God!”

“I’m just saying, man, he has - like - this Tom Cruise aura.”

“Tom Cruise?” she’s beaming at you now, broad-lipped and easygoing.

“Have you seen his movies and interviews?” she nods and you throw up your hands, “Does he not have a weird aura? Like, he’s got such an intense friendliness with nothing behind the eyes.”

Whether Chrissy actually links the two now or not, she’s laughing at your jokes and it’s got you feeling better than when you got to join Corroded Coffin. And that was saying something.

Chrissy’s smile slowly fades until it’s left completely faint, the corners not quite meeting the eyes, “Sorry if I worried you, I was just trying to think of what to do after school. Usually, when there’s no practice I stick around for basketball and get a ride home, but…”

Before you think out the logistics, you blurt out, “You can hang out with me and my boyfriend and we can drive you home,” then the reality of where you have to be hits you, “I mean, I have to sit in his Hellfire meeting and it’ll actually be my boyfriend driving, but - hey, it’s something.”

“Hellfire?” she thinks for a moment and then her eyes light up in recognition, “Oh, Dungeons and Dragons?”

“Yeah.”

“You play?”

“Nope,” when she shoots you a puzzled look, you shrug, “I don’t play, but Eddie and I make tapes and shit with sound effects and ambient music. I play them when I’m not doing a snack run. It sounds boring, but it won’t be that bad, I promise.”

You shouldn’t promise that because now that you say it out loud, the anxiety is realized that it actually might be worse than boring.

“Sorry, nevermind - I’m realizing how insane I sound.”

“No!” she croons, almost pitying (you’d rather just be outright rejected), “I’ll go.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah - why not?” she rolls her eyes good-naturedly, “You’re fun.”

“I am?” you pull back, “No way.”

“Yeah,” she nudges your shoulder with yours, “I like you. I’m glad I got to be your seat partner.”

“You’re talking like the year’s over,” you tease, “Plan on moving, Cunningham?”

“No,” the bell rings and she stands to swing her bag over her shoulders, “Now that I have an invitation to watch the Hellfire Club, the only way you’re getting rid of me is in a body bag.”

“Your dedication will surely be appreciated,” you nod, pulling your own bag over your shoulders to leave.

In the passing period between third and fourth hour, you and Eddie usually meet in the janitor’s closet right next to your U.S history because his economics class is directly across the hall. It’s always for a quick kiss that can’t be interrupted with cackles and whispers, but this time you’re almost suffocating him with the tight grip you have on the collar of his shirt.

“Remember that no-watchers rule?” you say as soon as the closet door shuts.

“Yeah,” he tilts his head, eyes narrowing in his confusion, “What’d you do?”

“I invited Chrissy Cunningham to hang out with me and she actually said yes.”

He’s silent - very peculiar behavior for Eddie Munson - for a while. Then, he shakes his head, screws his eyes shut and blanches, “You what?”

“Chrissy agreed to hang out with me during the Hellfire campaign,” you cross your arms, “I didn’t think she’d even take me up on it - she was just talking about having nothing to do and I felt really bad. Also, you have to give her a ride home,” when his jaw drops at your words you look away, “I’m sorry, I totally freaked.”

“Yes, you did,” he nods, laughing - actually laughing! - at you, “You freaked, sweet angel.”

“Please, just help me with this,” you sigh and bury your face in the crook of Eddie’s neck, “I wanna be her friend so bad, now.”

“Really?” his chest moves with his laughter and you have half a mind to swat him for it.

“Yeah, she laughed at all my jokes and now I can understand why you’re friends with freshmen.”

“You know what? I was going to help you, and then you said that.”

You mock gasp and whine, “Nooooo, wait. I’m sorry.”

“I have to go,” Eddie pulls away and leaves a kiss on your forehead, “And, yes, she can stay at Hellfire and I’ll give her a ride.”

“Thank you.”

“You knew I was gonna say yes,” he huffs, sending you a final smile before slipping out of the closet and towards his next class.

And it’s true. You ask to get it out there, but you already knew what his answer would be. Not out of entitlement, but because Eddie is Eddie and he does whatever he can to help you out of being awkward. Even if it means spending more on gas than usual because you accidentally volunteered him to drive a girl home without his knowledge.

Not that he’s complaining. He’s only spoken with Chrissy a handful of times, mostly when she's buying weed and she can’t help but be friendly. He thinks she's pretty. She's nice. He likes her in a more general way, though - duh. Where you have no reason to dislike a person and they’re too nice and you’ve known them too long for you to feel neutral about them. For a cheerleader, she’s pretty cool.

…

Eddie has a certain motion he makes when he needs the ambiance. His hand shoots up and he shakes a fist in the air to the vigor of his words and you hit play. It’s easy and it came from a guilt-ridden boyfriend who thought it cruel to make you focus from the sidelines when you could be doing something else (another thing you loved about him, he was always worried about you not being bored - despite his own hyperfixation on the game). So, he does that for you to see while reading or working, not that you do that too often when you can just let the overly theatrical party be your entertainment.

But now that you’ve got Chrissy sat beside you on a wood table at the far side of the room, you’re surprisingly grateful for the motion.

You two have to be quiet so as to not break the boys’ concentration, and your eyes dart to the table every so often just to make sure they didn’t overhear you.

“I hope Hellfire is everything you hoped for,” you whisper, feeling the stray hairs from her framing bangs tickle your cheeks.

“It definitely is,” she whispers back, eyes filled with genuine wonder despite your teasing, “I never thought there was a game like this,” then her gaze flicks to you, “Like, I knew that D&D existed, but not that it was so roleplay heavy.”

“What were you expecting?”

She seems hesitant until she registers your honest curiosity, “More board-game, I guess. Like a fantasy Monopoly.”

You press your lips to keep from laughing at the image, “Be sure you don’t say that to any of the guys - they’re insane.”

“Do you ever join?” she whispers and you shake your head in response, her brows draw worriedly, “Why not?”

“The guys don’t like me in their party ‘cuz I roll like shit and Eddie’s got a stage four case of favoritism,” she covers her mouth to prevent audibly giggling, “It’s fucking terminal. He lets me attack when I roll 1’s and those are literally the lowest you can go.”

Chrissy leans closer to you when she’s laughing - or rather, withholding her laughter. Her head tosses back and you feel that sense of pride from earlier resurface.

Eddie’s head comes up and he shakes his fist, “And thunder - " you hit play without even looking away from Chrissy, “crackles!”

You let the sound run through the theater room before pausing again, you angle yourself to whisper in Chrissy’s ear again, “Wanna hear a secret?”

“Of course.”

“I wanna get punched,” she immediately pulls back, eyes wide and mouth hanging open, “like, in a high school fight. I feel like it’s a vital high school experience.”

Chrissy returns to your side and slowly nods, “Not the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever heard?”

“My little brother tried explaining the reeking weed smell in his room on a burnt microwave dinner,” she grins, eyes shooting to the high ceiling before returning to you, “If it’ll help you fulfill your violent fantasy, I can definitely think of people who need beating up.”

“Wow, you think I could beat them up?” this time, your brows raise, “I look scary and talk big, but I don’t actually fight anymore, Chris.”

She seems to light up at the nickname, more so than the staged reaction you’d seen her give Jason.

“I believe in you,” her hand lays on your shoulder and you can see her pink nails glimmer in the dim lighting, “You’re tough.”

“I’m a poser, actually,” you admit, returning to your lean so you’re pressed against her, “I don’t even hate the world that much, just some of the people. Totally not the hardcore metal everyone expects.”

You’re disturbed by the fact that every time you lean in to whisper in her ear, you have the strong urge to lean just a little further and bite her neck. Not in the vampire way people would assume of you, but in a way you’re sure should be reserved for your boyfriend.

“I think it’s pretty metal,” her hand takes yours and she starts playing with the emerald ring Eddie got you for your first anniversary, “You’re pretty badass.”

“I’m nothing of the sort,” you murmur, “Haven’t even egged someone’s house and that’s, like, the right of passage to being cool. That and eventually getting lung cancer from all the chain-smoking.”

“Well,” her pink nails pick at your ripped black stockings, “I think you’re mighty metal, if it’s any consolation.”

“It absolutely is,” you bring your own fingers to drag gently across the hem of her cheer skirt, “As long as I can intimidate the general population while being a total wimp, I’m happy.”

“You’re not a wimp,” you see Eddie raise his fist again and you hit play until the silence of a finished track rings through the room, “I think you’re brave for not trying to be someone you’re not.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” she grins and you two lean even closer, “Even cooler than your boyfriend.”

“Wow, that’s definitely something hard to be.”

“I think you’re both super cool. You’re just a little higher on the scale.”

You two grow closer. Her breath flutters faintly across your lips and she smells like the bubblegum you saw her chewing at lunch. You’re giggling - you both are.

And then Eddie claps from his throne at the head of the D&D table.

“Piss break, losers and dweebs,” Eddie stands and stretches, “Don’t need another accident.”

You and Chrissy have snapped apart by now, but you can see the way she’s staring at you - wide eyed and squirming.

She clears her throat and hops off the table, “Did he say ‘another accident’?”

“You don’t wanna know,” you follow her lead and wander over to Eddie.

“My sweet princess,” if he noticed the closeness between you and Chrissy, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he cups your cheeks and squeezes them, kissing your squished lips, “Would you be an absolute doll and please get us snacks?”

“Who would I be if not the loyal snack squire?” you run your fingers up his sides and relish in the way he shivers, “Gonna give me money?”

“I taught you where to hit the glass,” he grins, pinching your cheek, “Have fun.”

You bat his hand away and begin out the door, pausing only to look at Chrissy - who’s nervously fiddling with the sleeve of her varsity jacket while staring at her shoes - and calling to her, “Hey, princess!”

She jumps and turns, “Me?”

It’s almost as though she doesn’t know how precious she is.

“Yeah,” your head jerks towards the hall, “wanna come get snacks for 9-year-olds with me?”

“Sure,” she cheers and bounces to your side, “Do you do this every time?”

“Not every time,” you shrug, “Just when I’m feeling charitable, I guess. Or when there’s a nice girl to keep me company.”

Chrissy’s lips pull up in a smile and you like the way her gloss shines under the dark hallway’s emergency lights.

“You and Eddie are cute,” she remarks. It’s soft. Tender.

“Thanks,” you stop in front of the vending machine, “We try,” you turn to her as you copy the specific hits to the frame and glass that Eddie had indeed taught you to get free snacks, “It’s actually a huge act to win cutest freaks in the yearbook.”

“Stop,” she protests quietly, a frown on her lips. Chrissy kneels on the hard linoleum and picks out what treats fall to the pit of the machine, “You guys aren’t freaks.”

“Well, you might be the only one who thinks so,” you join her and the two of you come to a stand with armfuls of student council approved junk food, “It’s okay, Chris. We’re definitely used to it by now.”

You don’t tell her about how long it took to get used to, though. You don’t wanna break her little heart - certainly not when she just got out of a relationship.

She doesn’t have to know about the fights you used to pick or the late nights Eddie spent clutching to you and tearfully asking if you thought he was a freak too. She doesn’t have to know about how you and Eddie used to pretend to laugh just so that nobody noticed the tears beginning to form.

Yes, you two got used to it, but it took time before the shell grew.

She doesn’t tell you that she used to find you two as intimidating as she did fascinating. With black clothes and shirts for bands she was told were sent by the Devil and heavy eyeliner for when you were feeling especially outgoing. She used to think you two were mean and scary, but neither of you are anything of the sort. She was as enamored as she was frightened.

The only scary thing about you and Eddie is the idea of never seeing you two again. And that realization terrifies her.

You and Chrissy dump your combined loot on the table and you look around the room to see everyone except your boyfriend at the table.

The boys amble to where you and Chrissy are stationed to grab something, Dustin looks at you as he snags a bag of chips, “Your boyfriend's taking a leak.”

“‘Cuz I totally didn’t gather that,” you roll your eyes and Chrissy snickers behind you. Dustin’s lips press thinly and you tousle his hair, “Thanks, Henderson.”

“Eddie seems like a good boyfriend,” Chrissy mumbles and you assume it to be a lament of her own past relationship.

You turn to the girl and sigh, “You know, he seems dreamy, but for my birthday, he got me kids’ 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner.”

“I never would’ve guessed he was that kind of guy. With that hair?” she shakes her head, arms crossing over her chest, “I’m shocked and surprised.”

“Yeah? Stunned, even?”

“Aghast,” she steps closer and lays her hand over yours on the table, “Horrified, now that I think about it.”

Eddie claps a hand on your shoulder, “Thank you, my dear princesses.”

“Of course,” you meet his lips with yours and he retreats to his throne.

Chrissy’s hand slowly retracts from yours. Her hands clasp and you slide onto the table - an awkward exchange of tight-lipped smiles passes between you two.

Princess is a term of endearment Eddie reserved for you - and you alone - and you’re confused as to why him using it with Chrissy doesn’t make you jealous. If anything, it sweetens something inside you.

An ideal - where you and Chrissy and Eddie-

You shake your head. Brows pinching.

What the fuck?

“Are you okay?” Chrissy asks softly, hand hovering over your shoulder.

“Yeah,” you wave off her sweet concern, “I’m fine.”

Girls think girls are attractive - that just happens, but you’ve never had thoughts like that. Three people dating at once?

You’ve never seen that anywhere. Nowhere good anyway.

“Are you sure?” she leans in and you wanna brush the hanging hair behind her ears. You wanna smoothen the skin that wrinkles at her brows. You wanna make the frown on her lips disappear.

“Yeah,” you whisper as Eddie picks up his character as narrator, “totally.”

Totally.

…

“Shit,” Eddie huffs as you three come upon his van, replacing his keys into his pocket, “I’ve got deals. Shouldn’t be too long.”

Normally you go with him when he has to sell after school, but normally Chrissy isn’t hanging out with you two.

“Chrissy and I can just sit in the car.”

Eddie hums and shakes his head, already starting to walk towards the woods lining Hawkins High, “I think it’s illegal to leave babies in hot cars!”

“We’re both eighteen!” you grumble, but trail after him with Chrissy in tow.

“It’s also spring,” she points out.

“We never know what could happen,” Eddie says once you’re both on either side of him, “What if you magically transform into babies and the magic makes the van boil? Then what?”

“Then you’ve started taking hard drugs and are hallucinating,” you take Eddie’s hand in yours and grin when Chrissy laughs at your joke.

You and Chrissy end up leaning against one of the big trees while Eddie talks one of the jocks (that throws pencils at your head and calls you a witch) into overpaying for a gram of weed.

“I don’t mean to intrude,” Chrissy’s voice is light, just enough to where she could pretend to not have said anything if you didn’t hear, “but if you and Eddie don’t have anything going on, can we… hang out more tonight?”

Chrissy can feel her heart in her throat. She’s almost petrified at the knowledge of why she’s so desperate to cling to you both. When she’s with you and Eddie, she feels like herself. No, she feels bigger. Like a firework. Big and showy and demanding of attention, attention that you two gladly hand over in groves - certainly more than Jason ever did. But more than that, she knows what realization is swimming beneath the surface - she’s attracted to you. Both of you.

“Uh, might need to talk to Eddie, just to make sure there’s nothing else,” you watch the jock walk away fifty bucks out.

Your hand brushes her shoulder comfortingly as you pass and Chrissy’s heart thrums at the contact.

She’s known for a long while - that she isn’t like everyone else. She couldn’t tell a soul, but she surely knew. Girls don’t fantasize about Tanya Roberts while having sex with their boyfriend unless there’s something behind the straight and narrow persona. She doesn’t know exactly what to call herself - she likes girls and boys and she’s come to terms with that.

She’s come to terms with the fact that she has a crush on you and Eddie. It was easy to fall for you two despite your differing social status once she actually met you both, not that she ever cared for that bullshit in the first place.

You were easy to get along with and while you could be awkward, she found it endearing how earnest you were in trying to be friendly with her - not for her standing as “queen” but for her personality. Eddie was charming and boisterous and unafraid to be himself in a hellish place like Hawkins, jumping to make her comfortable when he noticed her getting nervous during their deals.

But while you and Eddie are talking, she sees how delusional she is.

You three can hang out, sure, but there’s barriers between her fantasy of joining your couple and real life. For one - she’s never seen anything good said about three people dating at once and it never seems to end well. And two - she doubts that you two would want to date someone like her. She’s part of the crowd that wounds you and your friends so deeply, no matter how different she may be, she’s still in that circle.

People would hate you two even more. Or call you charity cases. Either way, rumors would spread and she’d hate to ruin your lives even more.

“Good news, princess,” Eddie calls as you start walking back to the tree, “Council has decided that you can bum it with the freaks.”

“He’s being dramatic,” you whisper to her, “All I did was suggest you hang out and he agreed. Like immediately.”

Chrissy giggles as you roll your eyes.

A cheerleader pulls up to the bench this time. Her eyes bug out when she sees her dear captain standing by you.

“Chrissy?” the girl points as she sits, “You… with them?”

“Uh,” Chrissy freezes up and she feels your eyes slide from her to the floor - Eddie is silent for once as he gets a bag from his lunchbox. You’re both radiating disappointment.

Like you’re already expecting her to deny - to come up with an excuse.

It hurts her that you’ve both accepted this - and she wonders how many popular kids have done what she has, just to stab you in the back.

“Yeah,” she grins and her arm slithers over your shoulders, squeezing you close to her side (she likes the mix of your sweet perfume and Eddie’s cologne that clings to your skin, and she’s sure it’ll be distracting her when she’s alone in bed later), “I’m with them.”

The deal is quiet and the cheerleader walks away without anything other than weird stares.

“You’re committing social suicide, by the way,” you mutter.

“Huh?” Chrissy’s eyes search yours, “How?”

She knows exactly how, but maybe by pretending to be clueless, you two won’t feel so bad.

“Hanging out with us,” Eddie continues, he lays a gentle hand on her shoulder, “It’s nice ‘n’ all, but you don’t have to if you don’t want your buddies judging you.”

“Yeah, we get it,” you say that, but the way you start nervously twirling your ring around your finger tells her otherwise, “It’s fine.”

“No,” she takes Eddie’s hand and grabs yours, squeezing both, “I want to hang out with you guys. I’m having fun. I don’t care what the others think.”

“Then enough sap shit,” Eddie turns away and guides you and Chrissy to the van by your connected hands, “Some rich boy didn’t wanna be spotted at the bench, so we’ve gotta go to Lovers’ Lake.”

God loved teasing Chrissy Cunningham, she supposes.

Going to an infamous make-out spot with her two crushes - no matter how childish she feels calling you two that. It should be a dream come true. In another world, maybe it is.

It’s a quiet ride (aside from you and Eddie in the front seat arguing whether Ozzy Osbourne was better alone or with Black Sabbath) and once the van is parked, you and Eddie both get out. You pull open the back doors and motion for Chrissy to hop over the seats into the bed of the van. You climb onto the quilt laid down as Chrissy follows your instructions.

“Be back soon, dears,” Eddie grins wildly and pats the doors before wandering off.

The sky is beginning to wash in pink and orange and you look over at Chrissy. Her skin is shining in the sherbet hue and her hair has begun falling messy out of her ponytail. She sits with her legs tucked underneath her, green skirt falling over her smooth, soft-looking thighs.

You have to look away.

You regret doing so because as soon as you do, you see him. Andy Johnson - Jason’s best friend and your technical first boyfriend.

“Ew,” you huff and lean forward, slamming the van doors shut.

You press the bulb in the van’s roof to on and Chrissy is already looking at you. You can read the question on her lips before she even asks it.

“We’ve got…” you gesture loosely, “history…”

“Aw,” she leans in and places a perfectly manicured hand delicately over yours, “what happened?”

You try to laugh but it soaks in dismality, “He Pretty in Pink’d me - but without the cool, happy ending,” she only leans closer and raises a brow, “In middle school, he asked me out, and then after our date, he just avoided me completely. Then after school, he asked me to homecoming as an apology but would still totally avoid me in public. So, when I confronted him in the hall like a week later, he just acted like I was crazy and had no idea what I was saying.”

“Oh my God,” she cups a hand over her mouth, wildly offended on your behalf, “why would he do that?”

You two had gone to the same school - but even she never heard about that. She sat next to Andy for months. She laughed at his jokes. She spoke with him like a friend. She was a friend, to at least some degree. She never once heard your name out of his mouth.

“Because I was a freak. Am a freak.”

“No, you are not,” Chrissy sits up on her knees and takes your face into her hands, her eyes alight with passion, “You didn’t deserve that. It’s unfair what he did to you.”

“Yeah, well,” you swallow hard and try not to show how nervous she’s making you, “what can you do?”

“I’ll never let him do that again,” she promises, her palms press your face and you can feel your lips scrunch the way they do when Eddie’s trying to be funny before he kisses you, “Never again. Not to you, not to Eddie.”

“Thanks, princess,” your hands come over her shoulders, gently pushing her so she’s sitting again, “but we’ll be okay. Worst that’s happened to us has been someone throwing produce at the windshield while we’re driving.”

She gasps and you chuckle darkly.

You two are from opposite worlds and it shows in how she’s so troubled by what you’ve shared. You push the doors open and peek out at where Eddie now sits alone. He’s returning his lunchbox to order - something you insisted on making a routine after every deal so he doesn’t forget or lose track of supply.

You never imagined it’d be like this. With you and Chrissy Cunningham sitting in the back of your boyfriend’s van while he finishes up a deal. You never imagined she’d actually be tagging along with you two.

But it’s odd, she doesn’t feel like a third wheel. The tension isn’t there. It’s like she’s meant to fit into the fray - a part of a three-piece tux, the missing link in the chain, the longest fry found at the bottom of the box.

And under the shitty bulb light in the back of Eddie’s van - of which, flickers and dims at its own will - Chrissy looks simply divine.

Eddie returns, stuffing stray bills into his pockets as he watches you and Chrissy chat.

Something is there - deep in his chest. There’s no jealousy, oddly enough. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t see her as a threat - Chrissy isn’t the type to overstep.

And that’s fine.

But that doesn’t erase what is there.

It’s love, he knows that. Love for you, of course. His beloved girlfriend of just under two years, the only person who he’s ever felt really believed in him, the only girl he ever brought home that Wayne liked (not that he brought girls home a lot but still). The angel who stooped so low as to join his band of misfits and smile with the brightness of a thousand suns and beauty of a million moons while doing so. Deeper down, however, there’s more affection.

Not quite love, but not weak enough for mere friendship. And it’s for Chrissy Cunningham.

It terrifies him, the idea of feeling that for her. He’s never heard of liking two people at once (unless they were described as an asshole) and it makes him feel more freakish than usual. Like he’s worthy of the wary stares and the pointing fingers.

It also terrifies him because he’s scared that if it grows larger, he’ll lose you. There’s no way he could fall out of love for you and he’d cut off his own feet before cheating, he knows that like he knows the color of the sky, but he also knows that if it does grow, he would have to tell you.

Because there’s no way that three people could date at once, right? And you’ve never so much as whispered anything about being interested in girls.

He feels disgusted with himself.

It’s new. Freshly revived over the course of this afternoon. A crush from before you two started dating that maybe he didn’t stuff deep enough into his closet.

He just does what he does best and pretends nothing has changed.

Eddie coaxes you two from the back of the van, “What do you say, Chrissy? Sweet elvish queen; wanna go home or continue this night of convivial trouble?”

Chrissy looks up at Eddie and you watch her bat her eyes while clutching your hand, she grins and lifts her stone blue eyes from him to you, “Convivial trouble.”

“Bewitching the queen of Hawkins High,” you say aloud, “Never thought we’d be doing that, Eds.”

…

The three of you end up back at Eddie’s trailer. You and Chrissy are sitting thigh-to-thigh on the living room floor, a joint passed between you as Eddie finally sets out to undoing his chunky boots.

“I never get to smoke at home,” Chrissy admits, “My mom would literally murder me.”

“Where do you go?” you’re not nearly as buzzed as Chrissy, that much is evident by her slower movement speed and bloodshot eyes, but you still feel it beneath your skin. Gentle slugs that you’ve grown somewhat fond of.

“The woods.”

“That’s dangerous,” you shake your head.

“It is dangerous,” Eddie is quick to agree and steps closer to the two of you, he kisses your forehead and gestures around the cramped trailer, “You’re always welcome to my castle, Elvish queen.”

“Oh, I dunno…” she twists the hem of her skirt nervously.

“You should,” you insist, “It’s nicer than the woods. And safer.”

“Much safer,” Eddie stands and pats his pockets, “I’ll be right back.”

“Where’re you going?” Chrissy pouts and you snatch the blunt from her fingers to take your own hit.

“Just getting more stuff, Chris,” he pulls his pockets inside out, “Seems I’ve misplaced mine.”

“You can have this,” she points at the roll between your lips, “You gave it to us, ‘s only fair.”

“No, you two have fun, I won’t be long.”

“He’ll be an eternity,” you shake your head and pass Chrissy the joint as you exhale, “Sweet Eddie loses all his shit.”

“Aw, you call him ‘Sweet Eddie’,” she giggles and inhales the smoke, slowly sliding to the floor as she releases it, “That’s adorable.”

“Yeah?” you take the joint and snuff it out in a nearby ashtray. Already half gone - guess you two smoked more than you thought.

“Yeah,” she beams.

You slide to the floor with her - the two of you staring up at the dreary, mildew-spotted trailer ceiling. Only the sound of Eddie shuffling through the mayhem he calls a bedroom (not that said mayhem ever stops you from going in) can be heard.

Chrissy’s social consciousness is always shot when she’s high. It’s something Jason hated and picked on her about when he found out she smoked - absolutely leading to their break up.

Although, without that consciousness, her tongue’s free to blurt out questions she can only hurt herself by asking.

"How long have you and Eddie been dating?"

"Uhhh," your eyes narrow up at the ceiling, "God. Almost two years," you turn your head, cheek to carpet, "We started dating at the end of his first senior year. He was seventeen and I was sixteen and we were joking that I'd get popular after he graduated because I was dating someone in college," you press your lips, "When he got held back, he started joking that I would graduate before him. And then…" you gesture generally around the room, "here we are: third try. Both seniors."

She pouts but then it lifts and she's smiling as she asks, "Do you think he'll get it this year?"

"Fuck yeah!" you cheer, "Eddie is, like, the smartest guy alive. Do you know how smart you have to be to deal drugs?" then, as if you think she doesn't believe you, you begin to explain, "School grades don't fucking matter like that, it tests memorization, not intelligence. Eddie is a super genius who can create the most engaging and awesome narratives, who gives a fuck if he can't name all the U.S presidents? They're all dickheads anyway."

"You're a good girlfriend," she mumbles, eyes falling closed, "Eddie's really lucky to have you."

Normally when one of your mutual friends would say something like that, the response was always something simple.

"We're lucky to have each other."

"Yeah, he is."

But this time you're not so compelled. This time you want her to know she's a catch, too.

"Jason was so lucky to have you, you know," you don't even know why you're saying this, but the words are flowing and won't stop, "I'm sorry he was so awful."

Her lips purse and she shrugs, "I'm happy now, so… it's fine."

"You can be pissed. Don’t hafta pretend with us."

"I'm pissed, but in, like, a 'why-did-I-date-him' way. Like now I'm realizing how much he sucked and I feel a lot better for when I wasn't super into him during the relationship."

"God, that is so cool of you."

“You really think so?”

“Hell yeah, it’s super cool.”

“You know what I think is super cool?” she grins and you just shoot her a quizzical stare, “You.”

“Ew.”

“Stop, I’m being serious,” she half-asses a swat to your arm, “I’ve actually been obsessed with you since seventh grade.”

“No way,” you gape, “Why would you do that to yourself?”

“I always just thought you were super cool, you always took what people said and didn’t let it bother you. I looked up to you.”

“We didn’t even talk…” you look at her skeptically.

“No, we didn’t,” her eyes - stone blue and filled with wonder - shoot to the ceiling, “September 30th, 1980, I remember it so clearly. You and I had lockers on opposite sides of the hallway and I was just coming out of art when I saw it. Do you remember?”

“From a specific date? Couldn’t recall if you paid me,” you shake your head.

“You opened your locker,” she’s whispering, and it’s somewhere just between melancholy and admiring, “and out fell animal guts and pelts and the word ‘witch’ was painted in blood on the back wall. And I remember feeling so bad and I was about to go over when I saw you whip around and sock two boys in the face for laughing. And then you asked who did it and started a fight with Sally White because she was behind it,” she sighs, almost dreamily, “Ever since then - I’ve been in complete awe at you.”

“Wow,” your hands come to rest on your tummy, “I didn’t know you were watching little ole me.”

“Yeah. I’ve always wanted to be more like you because of that. Because of how you didn’t take shit like that.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I thought you were cool, too. I still do, I mean.”

“What?” her eyes widen and you nod, “Why?”

“You’re cheer captain and the most popular girl in school and you can handle that so well. I don’t know how you could run those routines, I’d be so nervous I’d puke over myself. And you’re so genuine and you’ve never done anything like…” you shrug, “putting animal gore into people’s lockers.”

“I feel like that’s the standard, though.”

“Well that’s the thing, it is, but when kids get popular they forget that. You never did and you’ve been popular since freshman year. You’re the nicest person I’ve ever known. I really wanted to be your actual friend, not just the girl you talked to in U.S history.”

“What a coincidence,” she mutters, “I always wanted to be more than the girl you talked to in U.S history, too.”

“Good for us,” you hold up your fist and Chrissy meekly bumps her knuckles with yours.

Turning on your side, you lay down your hand and Chrissy copies the motion - her soft palm settling over yours.

“I had a dream in sixth period,” you rub your eyes, “that we met in, like, second grade.”

“What’d we do?”

“We played house,” Chrissy stares at you and you stare at her, you worry your lip between your teeth.

“Then what happened?” she rolls to lean herself up on her elbows and look down at you.

You roll onto your back and you can feel her arms brush against your side.

Then what happened?

You two grew up and started dating. You moved away from society to be gay in a cottage in the heart of the woods. Then a knight that, despite never clearly seeing his face, you knew was meant to be Eddie took refuge in your home. A night of refuge that did, in fact, end in long-term love-making.

But you can’t look Chrissy in her precious eyes and say that, so you lie instead.

“Your face melted off and I drank it,” you grin when she gasps.

Not technically a lie, it’s just that you actually had a dream like that about Nancy Wheeler in junior year.

“Oh my God, I didn’t know the mind could dream of stuff like that…”

“It’s all the Satanism music and dating the D&D kid.”

Chrissy leans forward and it’s almost dangerous how close your lips are, “Do you think I’ll start getting messed up dreams like that by association with you two?”

“Hmm, maybe,” you tilt your head so your faces are even closer together, “Better watch out, princess. We just might infect you.”

There’s a stiff silence. Tense but not in the awkward way you felt around other popular kids. You feel safer - appreciated, even. This tension is like the moments before a firework goes off.

Her eyes are half-lidded and you can just make out the way her pretty pink gloss shines under the orange fluorescents of Eddie’s trailer. For a split moment, you wonder what it’d be like to kiss her. Then, the thought returns and you let it linger.

Until you hear Eddie - the boy you swear you’re gonna marry - and his heavy footfalls root around his room. And you sit up as Chrissy scoots away.

What the fuck is your problem?

"So," Chrissy looks up at you through her lashes, "what's metal about?"

"Huh?"

"Your ‘Satanism music’,” she chuckles, as though you two weren’t about to kiss, “Like, what's the deal? What's it mean?"

"Honestly? No idea, I just like the way it sounds," you watch her lick her glossed lips, "Although - when you're in the middle of a crowd of rejects who feel just as angry about being rejects as you do and the music is so fucking loud you can feel it in your ribs? It's like you're on top of the world."

"Isn't that overwhelming?" she looks so concerned and your heart wrenches at the sight.

"Oh, absolutely, but I think that's what I like about it. When it feels like you're about to lose your mind because it's so loud and your whole body is vibrating, I like that."

"I guess I'll just have to go to one someday."

"Eddie and I can take you," you wanna reach out and hold her hands, but you stop yourself, "so you know the good one to go to. Going to concerts alone can be fucking awful anyway."

Her smile only widens at the proposition, "I'd love to."

Eddie doesn’t end up finding his weed.

…

Chrissy is passed out in the backseat of Eddie’s van. His radio is quiet - certainly much quieter than when the boys would pass out in his van.

“We tuckered her out,” you mutter, glancing in the rearview mirror.

“Yeah,” Eddie glances at the girl in his mirror, “I wasn’t expecting her to like us so much.”

“Me neither,” you lean your head back so it thunks the headrest of your boyfriend’s van.

“What’s your bet?”

“Huh?”

“C’mon, baby,” he smiles but it isn’t like the usual sweet ones he saves for you, it’s bitter, “people like her don’t hang out with people like us. It was nice to pretend, but really. What do you think it is?”

“I think she’s being serious,” you pout and tilt your head, “She’s really nice, Eds.”

“I know she is, but I’m just saying. Nobody that popular slums it with us.”

“Well, it can’t be a dare. The other cheerleader seemed surprised and there’s no way she’s that good an actress. And there’s no way she wants a discount, you already practically give it away. Your favoritism leaves no room for want.”

You two were used to that. You and Eddie actually bonded over it when you first met. Both of you are filled with stories of having people ask you out as a joke. Having kids insist on hanging out with Eddie only to find out they wanted free stuff from him. Jocks and preps inviting you out to things only to overhear their bet on who could sleep with you first.

Everyone wanted you two as a game. A twisted joke. And then they’d laugh and convince themselves you two deserved it and that you two were the evil ones in town. As if sitting in Eddie’s trailer all March and learning how to play Master of Puppets by Metallica was an act of the Devil himself.

But Chrissy seems different. Is different.

Eddie nods slowly, lips pressing, “Alright, sweetheart.”

“I’m serious,” you start playing with your ring out of nervous habit, and like the attentive boyfriend he is, Eddie notices immediately.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” he glances at you, swallowing the retorts he could spit, “If you believe her, then so do I, sweetheart.”

He flashes you a smile and before you even think about it - your lips are returning the gesture.

You love Eddie. He’s loud. He cares. He’s loyal almost to a fault. Where you go, he follows and where he runs, you run. You two are in it for the long haul. If not forever, then until one of you grows sick of the other - which, in total honesty, is just something you say to appease your parents that hate Eddie.

You’re in it forever.

And Chrissy complicates this. Not because you want to leave Eddie, not at all, but because you want her to join you two; you have no idea how to even begin bringing it up to him.

The van comes to a careful stop outside Chrissy’s house and you turn to wake her - only to find that she’s already coming to consciousness.

“We’re here, princess,” you coo.

“Did I really fall asleep?” she huffs, rubbing at her eyes, “I’m so sorry, guys.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” Eddie would’ve at least teased if it was one of the boys.

“Want someone to help you to your door?” you only offer because you’re not completely certain how sober she is at the moment.

That’s the only reason.

“Uhm,” she dry-swallows and nods, “yes, please.”

You end up with Chrissy’s arm in yours as you guide her to her front door. She only stumbles twice so you’re confident she can at least make it to her room without suspicion.

Before you can leave her at her door, Chrissy looks up at you with those big, sweet eyes, “Will you and Eddie really take me to a concert?”

“Of course, we will,” then, suddenly, the remembrance of what tomorrow is fills your head, “If you really want a metal concert experience, you should totally come see us,” you sardonically grin, “The Hideout. Tomorrow. Corroded Coffin: live and in person until ten.”

“Wow, really?” Chrissy plays along, “And what do you play?”

“Ah, only the most important part,” you say like it’s obvious, “I’m the very loved and very known bassist to our other three guitarists. It’s a real once-in-a-lifetime show you’d be missing out on.”

“You don’t sound so enthused about all this.”

“Corroded Coffin is great,” you relent, “I do think we’re, like, good. I just… you know,” you sigh, “Getting big in metal is like a one in a million thing and we’re in Nowhere, Indiana.”

“Well, how about I be your first number one fan?” she suggests, “I’ll go tomorrow.”

“For real?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“An angel in disguise,” you sing, stepping back to leave, “The Hideout, okay? Don’t forget!”

She waves you off as you go, “I won’t! Promise!”

You clamber back into the passenger seat of the van and kiss Eddie’s cheek, “I got us a fan for tomorrow’s gig.”

“Ah, my marketing genius,” he takes your cheek and pinches it, “You should be our manager.”

“As if. Now, take me home, Van Halen.”

“Anything for you, sweet princess.”

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