How does one get a beta reader??? {Is that what it's called?}
Like i just need help with misspellings and stuff because my brain likes to autocorrect stuff
That's literally all a need lol. If the person want to give advice or whatever else that fines to. I just want to post stuff but i'm never sure if it's even fully comprehensible 🫠
💞 — in which living with you during the duration of training for the big vdc/sdc performance makes your peers pick up on some of your odd habits.
💞 — featuring: vil schoenheit, rook hunt, kalim al-asim, jamil viper, deuce spade, epel felmier, ace trappola!!
💞 — gender neutral reader. around 400-500 words each. warnings: none. i love this group of boys sm you guys don't understand.
VIL SCHOENHEIT.
🩷 — Sitting in strange positions while reading and moving around a lot.
Every time Vil caught you in a strange position while reading, he had to keep himself from reaching over and forcing you into a normal one. The first time he caught you, he was quick to correct your stance, claiming that the position would cause the cushions to flatten and hurt your neck in the long run. You conceded, claiming he was right to keep an argument from ensuing, and then opted to lie on the rug and read on your side.
You were a restless reader, moving in every position to find the perfect and most comfortable one. Eventually, Vil realized this was something about you that would not change, no matter how much he tried to force you into a proper seating position.
He sat on the couch, looking through his notifications while you were lying on your back beside him, legs propped up on the armrest, while you held the book up. Vil glanced from his phone to see your eyes focused on the pages, but he could tell your hands were a bit shaky under the weight of the tome. He gave it a few minutes until your arms began to bother you, and you would turn to lie on your belly.
3... 2... 1.
You turned to lie on your belly instead, your chin propped on the pillow that had once been beneath your head, and the book resting in front of you, nearly touching Vil’s thigh.
“Still too stubborn to sit properly?”
“It’s just not as comfortable,” you replied.
“This doesn’t seem very comfortable either.”
You rolled your eyes. “You should try it.”
“I’d rather not.”
“Oh, come on. It’s a really nice stretch.”
He silenced you with a narrowed gaze that made you muffle any other silly comments.
A moment of silence passed between the two of you before Vil sighed and grabbed a spare pillow, letting it rest against his thigh, and then reaching out to take the book from your hands and bracing it up against the pillow. “Holding that book too long will hurt your wrists.”
“Thank you, Vil,” you drawled, smiling up at him before turning the page to your book. “You’re my hero.”
The blonde looked down at you, confused. “Don’t be so dramatic.”
“I’m serious, Vil. You just saved me from premature chronic backaches and wrist pain.”
He said nothing and returned to his phone, a smile tugging at the corner of his perfectly painted lips.
ROOK HUNT.
🩷 — Apologizing to the furniture whenever you bump into it or hit it roughly.
Rook thought it was the loveliest thing in the world when you first did it before him. It was a whimsical habit that you had to apologize to the counters or the walls whenever you bumped into them or slammed your hand against them too roughly, as if they could bruise and need consolation from you. It was sweet, and each time he heard a soft thump, he learned to wait for the quiet "sorry" that would follow.
Despite how he loved seeing you apologize to furniture, he did not want you hurting yourself, so he had taken to covering up any corners with his hand if you were about to bump into them. If, in your endless giggles, you were about to hit a table or a wall, he caught your hand so that your palm would not feel the sting and tingle afterwards. Now, you apologized to him, making excuses for your clumsiness, and he always reassured you that it was charming.
It was your guys’ turn to clean up the kitchen after dinner, so you both got to work. You began to put away any dried dishes from the rack while Rook wiped down the counters. It was always pleasant working with him. He was wonderful at conversations and never let a silence grow uncomfortable.
“So, Trickster, how are you enjoying sharing your dorm with everyone?” he asked, placing the fruit basket back onto the main island. He had noticed you insisted on being a good host, despite how dilapidated the dorm was.
Drying another cup, you shrugged. “It’s been fine, I guess. Lively. It makes me wonder what the dorm was like when students still lived here,” you said. You were occupied with the secrets of this place, always chatting away with the ghosts after they startled you.
Rook smiled; the thought of this old place filled with students talking and bickering from wall to wall was a pleasant one. “Hmm, that means we are breathing life into historical ruin, oui?”
“I guess,” you replied, smiling. You turned around to put a plate into the other cabinets, unknowingly heading straight into the overhead fan above the stove.
But just before your face hit the metal, Rook reached over and tugged you back by the collar of your shirt. “Ah, fais attention! You need to remain observant, Trickster.” Rook tugged you back before stepping in front of you to take the glass plate from your hands.
You were flustered, embarrassed by your clumsiness. “Oh, uhm… sorry, Rook.”
“T'inquiète! Here, I will finish the dishes, and you can sweep. I’d rather you didn’t hold anything fragile,” he teased, his green eyes narrowing upon the beautiful flush that traveled to your ears.
JAMIL VIPER.
🩷 — Being extra cautious whenever someone knocks on the door.
The knocking at the door always startled you. He saw it firsthand when you tried to hide the fact that you answered the dorm with the broom in hand as if he were some sinister attacker and not just the guy who was carrying in water bottles for his and Kalim's stay at the dorm. He was suspicious of your reasons but figured he would just lie back and observe for a while.
And then he saw you argue with Epel after he opened the door before checking who was outside. Jamil knew that was reckless, but they were on campus, and he felt your reaction was a bit dramatic. He just opened the door, not the gate to the underworld. But again, he decided to just observe.
From then on, he saw the way you flinched at the sound of familiar knocks. It was the afternoon, and Ace was coming back from club activities, or Vil was returning with his packages, or Rook was coming back after his little hunts, and yet you always seemed to be waiting for the worst. Like Death himself was waiting just outside that old door, scythe ready to cut you down at the foyer. So, Jamil began to answer the door for you. It was no skin off his back, and quite frankly, seeing you so shaken up was not pleasant. He did owe you for all that happened at Scarabia.
A knock came at the door as he was cutting fruit in the kitchen. He set the knife down and rinsed his hands before heading to answer the door but found you already there, a bottle of bleach from the laundry room held behind your back as you checked who it was. He watched your shoulder drop as you realized it was only Epel and Deuce.
After you let them in, he approached, taking the bottle from your hands with an arched brow. “‘An jad? Bleach?”
You looked away from him, embarrassed. “Just in case, you know—”
“Just in case someone hostile is waiting for you outside?” He asked with a deadpan expression, as if trying to tell you with just his eyes that the most threatening thing to pass through those doors was a hangry Grim.
You bit the inside of your cheek, and he almost felt guilty for his bluntness. Almost. He did not know how to put it to you softly. He sighed and set the bottle down on a nearby table. His hands found their home on his hips. “There’s no one coming to attack you.”
“You don’t know that. When I was a kid…” You began but quickly quieted yourself down, unsure if you should share that story with him. It was not like he was a friend, nor did he seem to like you very much.
Jamil’s brows furrowed. “When you were a kid...?”
“Never mind,” you mumbled.
Jamil sighed once more. “Fine. Come, I just finished cutting up those peaches Rook brought.”
KALIM AL ASIM.
🩷 — Always shutting the blinds and curtains at sunset.
Kalim was quick to catch on to how the minute you saw the sky turn pink, you turned on the lights and began to go around tugging curtains shut and closing the blinds of all the windows. If you ever noticed a crack in the dark sky peeking through the fabric, you always found a way to cover it up, leaving no view of the outside to be seen.
At first, he assumed it was just a chore that you did, and so he offered to help. Whenever you got up to close the blinds by the door, he took care of the ones in the lounge, doing his best to make sure no part of the window was showing, just how you liked it.
Tonight, it seemed to come by even quicker, so you forgot about your ritual blind closing, and before you knew it, it was dark. You got up and quickly went to work, and of course, Kalim followed you.
As you were closing the large blinds of the lounge, you saw a shadow move outside in the dark. You flinched and let out a little yelp, alerting your light-haired friend.
“Whoa—are you alright, qumri?” He asked, his hands hovering around you, almost cautious about holding you. His carmine eyes were wide with concern as a soft frown tugged at his lips.
Taking a deep breath, you nodded and tugged the edge of the curtain behind the shelf to hold it shut. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I just thought I saw something outside, you know?” you explained, and then you felt silly for your fears.
The nighttime was beautiful, and you tended to enjoy a late-night walk here and there, and yet the idea of seeing someone outside of your dark window still horrified you. You were acting like a kid had just seen a poorly made horror film. Gently, you touched Kalim’s forearms and guided them down. “I’m fine; it’s silly.”
Kalim’s frown deepened. He hated to see you be so dismissive of your feelings. It reminded him of Jamil. So, he shook his head. “You’re not fine. You’re scared, and that’s okay. I can close the rest of the curtains.” He began to guide you to the couch to sit.
“No, really, Kalim—”
He stubbornly shook his head. “La’ ajlis. Sit down, I’ll finish it, and then we can talk.”
You wanted to argue, but there was a look in his eyes that proved it would be pointless, so you just nodded. “Okay.”
DEUCE SPADE.
🩷 — Painting whatever part of the dorm seems blank, but never finishing the piece.
Unlike much of the VDC group, Deuce and his heart card companion had been in Ramshackle dorm many times before, so he easily began to pick up so many little things about the dorms, such as the little paintings on the doors and baseboards that seemed to start and then never be completed.
He noticed them first on the front door. You were squatting down, painting vines and flowers along the wood, and you got to about half of the door before abandoning the project, muttering to Grim about how you would finish it later. Three overblots since then, and you had not finished it.
His green eyes would find other paintings too, along the baseboards of the halls, little planets along one of the kitchen cabinets, butterflies on the bedposts of some of the rooms, and roses on the windowsills, and yet none of them were completed. He would catch you sitting on the hardwood floor, painting, before finding you the next second somewhere else doing something else. He was not the most consistent guy, so he did not judge you for never finishing the projects. In fact, he found your unfinished art charming. You were leaving your mark on this world before you eventually had to pass through and return to your own.
When you saw you crouched down before the windowsill in the early morning, while Vil was still doing his morning routine, and Rook could be heard singing as he tended to the plants outside, he decided to join you. There was a disposable plate on the ground with some paints, a few brushes, and a cup filled with water.
“Are you gonna finish this one?” he asked, his hair still messy and his pink sweat-set wrinkled up from sleep.
You shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not.” You never once looked up from your work, painting little chicks walking in a squiggly line. You had blocked out the shapes, drawing in where the brightest colors would go and where the darkest ones would go.
Deuce nodded, almost entranced at the movements your hands made to make the chicks come to life. “You should come get breakfast,” he said after a minute or so.
“I will. I just want to finish one of the chicks.”
He wanted to remind you that this piece would end up like all the other ones littered around the dorm—unfinished—but he opted not to, just nodding. “Alright. I’ll save you a spot.”
EPEL FELMIER.
🩷 — Acting fidgety whenever you’re outside and it's late.
You always tended to be at Ramshackle before nightfall, and you seemed very insistent about it, but Epel thought nothing of it. He knew how his housewarden could get whenever people were up and out late at night, so he just assumed you were just a stickler for the rules. Though if he was going to be quite frank, had he been the person from another world ending up somewhere else, he would not follow any stuffy rules regarding curfews and whatnot.
But then he ends up walking with you back to Ramshackle, alone at night, once the library is closed. You both lost track of time as you studied, and the sun decided not to wait until you returned home to set, since the moon insisted upon getting his turn to watch the tiny people on this side of the planet. Epel then realizes that you are not just some goody-two-shoes but instead terrified of walking in the dark.
It did not help that Ramschackle was so far from the rest of the school, so isolated, with many places for creepers to hide while you walked on the much too noisy cobblestone road.
He felt sorry watching as you fidgeted about, looking around while picking at your cuticles in a way that would get you a long scolding from Vil. The slightest shift from the trees, the coo of the nocturnal birds—it all made you nervous and flinch. In your colorful imagination, the crows decided to come out just to caw at you. Some nights you could feel something crawling down the back of your neck, into the space between your skin and your ill-fitting hand-me-down uniform. It was too much for your fragile nerves.
Thus, Epel took things into his own hands, literally. He reached over and tugged your hand, holding it as tightly as he could in his own. “Hey, don’t worry. If anything comes up, I can handle it,” he said, puffing his chest up a bit.
You gazed at the cute first-year, his lilac hair bouncing gorgeously, his large turquoise eyes displaying naivete and determination, and his hands, which were calloused from his work he did with his family, softened only recently with the lotions he received after being placed in Pomefiore. You felt a little more secure after you looked at him… less alone. You were certain that the monsters would crawl away and all the crows would be chased off by his raging temper. You nodded. “Okay.”
“I’m serious! Trust me, I can protect ya, I promise,” he responded, searching for doubt in your eyes. When he could find none, he huffed and walked ahead, stepping just a little bit in front of you as he led you down the cobblestone path.
ACE TRAPPOLA.
🩷 — Leaving your things in spots where they do not belong.
Ace, like Deuce, had the pleasure of knowing you and Grim before the VDC came about; thus, he already knew about your weird habits regarding opening the door and painting random little stuff. Hell, he often called you a cat for the way you sat and read your books, but really, living with you made him aware of a different habit of yours. You loved to just leave your things around the place. Occasionally, you even left your things in the room where he was staying.
Once it was your hairbrush, which you left at the vanity in his room since you believed his room had a better mirror-to-dresser ratio that matched your height. You did your hair and left your hair-filled hairbrush and hair ties on the vanity, which he proceeded to chase you with, only to be scolded by Vil for the commotion.
It was true what they said; you do not truly know someone until they are living with you. He watched you reapply lip balm in the kitchen before leaving the product on the counter-top by the paper towels, and then you proceeded to complain about not being able to find it a few hours later. Ace felt like the wife in some old sitcom telling her husband where his keys were, in his pocket, and his sunglasses, on his head.
But it was delightful, despite how he rolled his eyes and poked your cheek with your lip balm mid-rant.
You left your mark even without your paint set, and it was beautiful. Your perfume on the hallway windowsill where you were applying it while watching Rook tend to the plants, your book in the laundry room where you had been reading while your clothes ran through the wash, your journal, which you forgot by the door, and your jacket across the couch, where Vil repeatedly reminded you it did not belong. He memorized all the places your stuff touched, like a lover's kiss across warm skin.
So, when you barreled into the lounge, racing down the stairs, rambling something about your missing notes, he did not even have to look up from his phone. He used his foot to point at them on a table across from the couch he was lying on. “Honestly, you should probably just tape your things to yourself. You lose everything,” he drawled, like it was an inconvenience to him.
You rolled your eyes as you walked over to collect your things. “Oh, shut up, Ace. This chaos is controlled.”
“Controlled? You can’t tell your hands from your feet. Hey—Ow!” His teasing was cut short when you pinched his calf.
“If you don’t got nothing nice to say, keep your mouth shut.”
Ace scoffed as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. “Whatever.”
And still, he watched with fondness as you made your way out, forgetting your headband on the couch, the place you had set it down to free your hands up for your notes.
OR: Good things come in three's, isn't that what they say?
Character(s): Ace, Deuce, and you!
Pairing(s): Adeuce • Reader
(Yes I used the math symbol for multiplication. I just think it LOOKS better okay???)
Tag(s)/Extra(s): uuuh lil something something I made in between working on the Octavinelle part of my ongoing series. Not my best work but the brain worms did their job. Enjoy!
As the doors opened to allow NRC students inside, you hum a melody under your breath to comfort yourself as you move along with the crowd. You're nervous, more than you would be should your two idiots be beside you.
Only, they're not. You're not angry at Riddle for choosing them to be introduced alongside him—you're happy that they're close, Trey and Cater included. Why they're having introductions for housewardens and the people of their choosing, you don't know. But RSA must pride itself on their 'knightly' appearances, and since this is a ball, you suppose the housewardens count as nobles...?
Regardless, you've been left alone. All of the people you know and would linger around are being 'introduced' 20 minutes after the gala starts. And it only just began.
Crowley had promised attendance credits to everyone that came, which meant that near everyone came. And without their housewardens on the floor, because of the obvious. Of course, Crowley only gave credits to those who behaved, but you're not sure that the threat will be enough to keep the fighting at bay.
And the faculty were trusting the students to mingle fairly, so there was no staff. Other than the phantoms playing the music and the ones re-filling the snack buffet.
You know the students that go to Night Raven.
You know no one is getting through the night.
It was been fifteen minutes since the gala began, and you've stopped seven fights, three duels, and multiple accounts of verbal bullying(most coming from NRC, some from RSA) and haven't had the chance to breathe because because suddenly, everyone wants to dance with the prefect!
First, it was Neige, and because he's lovely, you had been happy to oblige his request. Then, you were passed off to Chen'ya when he asked Neige politely for a turn. That was an experience. After that, it was Prince Rielle of the Coral Sea who wanted to meet the prefect who had Azul 'under control', to which you had tried to counter that you did not, in fact, have Azul under control.
Finally, you were left to yourself in a corner. Now, you were sitting on a bench towards the back of the ballroom to survey the students. There was some mingling, but definitely not to the degree the faculty most likely wanted.
Five more minutes, and then you'll be free. You've already decided you'd leave the moment the housewardens and their chose were introduced, and you only have to wait five more minutes.
Which are the longest in your life. But, eventually the lights go out and spot lights focus on the stage and you book it towards the balcony, an exit, anything.
You end up in RSA's gardens, ignoring the chill of the night in favor of plopping on a marble bench facing the flowers around a fountain. You shrink on yourself, wincing at your clothes dig into your skin. Effort was put into your appearance tonight, not your effort, but effort nonetheless. it's why you refuse to kneel to look at the flowers.
Still, you wish these clothes were off you.
The booming voice of the announcer echoes all the way to the gardens, telling you the when introductions end and the festivities continued. You're sure that, with the housewardens on the floor, the students will behave themselves.
Better than when you were watching them, at least.
In all honesty, you're tempted to just leave through the front gates. By the time the gala is over, you'll have made it back to Night Raven, right?
This was all a waste, considering how much you need to study for what you think is a quiz tomorrow. You never truly know with Crewel.
Either way, if the sole purpose of you being here was to keep the students in line for the first fifteen minutes, then you have every right to just leave.
Yeah! You can just leave. Who's gonna stop you?
You rise from the bench, leaving the garden and ever so quietly sneaking back into the ball. You'll just inch back towards the main doors and skedaddle when no one's looking.
You weave through people, ducking your head to stay out of people's sights lest you be recognized. Only a few more seconds and—
"Prefect!"
You wince, slowly turning around with a strained smile and waving awkwardly to Ace, and by extension, Deuce.
The two had been mid-dance—with Deuce's hand still lingering on Ace's waist, not to mention the both of them still had their hands laced together. In fact, their hands stayed laced as Ace pulled the other toward you. You smiled and the energy they obviously had, nervously fidgeting with your fingers.
Ace's grin falters as they get closer, awe blooming in his eyes as they trailed over you. Deuce's did something similar, only he had the gall to say it.
"Prefect, wow..." He breathed out. Surprisedingly—enough to make you question—his eyes flickered to Ace before returning to you. "You look great. You both do."
"Yeah, we know, Juice." Ace coughed into his hand, hiding a flush. "You already told us."
"I told you," The other corrected. He reached over, taking your gloved hand in his free one. "Besides. You don't hate being reminded."
"Thank you, Deuce." You say softly, resisting to shrink from how they stare.
Finally, Ace notices how you're standing on the first step to the staircase leading up to the doors of the gala.
"Going somewhere...?" The flush disappears from his face, morphing into something more serious. "Party just started, Prefect. You're too pretty tonight to leave early."
what.
Deuce looks between the door and you—and how your heart breaks at how his expression cracks slightly.
"You're leaving?" He ask quietly—barely heard over the gala's chatter.
You're being tag-teamed. One side with a knowing—and unimpressed look—and the other resembling a kicked puppy.
"....no." You relent with a sigh, squeezing Deuce's hand comfortingly. "I'm staying."
They brighten considerably, with Deuce using his grip on your hand to get you to follow them.
"Good!" Ace...chirps? He's oddly happy about you staying. The three of you resemble a chain, with Ace at the front, leading you all though the people and towards a table.
Immediately, you can tell it's reserved seating. No doubt giving the housewardens and the people they chose special treatment. By that logic, should you be here...?
The boys don't seem to care because they pull up a chair from a nearby table to place it in between what you assume are their chairs. You smile thankfully at Deuce when he pulls the chair out for you, sitting down and folding your hands in your lap. Ace plops down on your right, leaving Deuce to sit on your left. And for the first time tonight, you truly relax and breathe out a sigh of relief. Yes, you could be flanked by only two of your friends and relax more than being by yourself at one of these events.
Ace, ever perceptive—especially when you don't want him to be—notices your sigh and grins. He bumps his shoulder with yours before reaching over and stretching his arm across the back of your chair. His hand comes to rest of on the edge of the backseat to Deuce's chair, tapping the wood slightly.
And oddly enough, Deuce still has your hand in his. In fact, he's laid it in his lap with the palm facing up so he could run his fingers over the wrinkles in your palm through the fabric of your gloved. He's not even looking, already beginning to bicker with Ace.
The two sit so naturally with you in the middle, and really, you sit in this 'formation' all the time. Only, not with your hand being traced and an ankle pressing up close to your own.
You feel like a Victorian maiden, acting as if ankles were scandalous.
They kinda are, if Ace is the one doing it.
You barely notice when the food arrives, just when Deuce releases your hand next to the utensils in a silent encouragement to eat, before turning to his own plate. You can feel Ace's foot tapping softly, quiet hums coming from him at every bite.
The food must be then. You would eat, if you would stop buffering.
Eventually, you do get food into your system.
Once the food is finished across most tables, a dessert table suddenly appears—literally, appears from thin air—that has both student bodies rushing to get up.
You'd get up, but that crowed is heinous. You'd rather miss dessert than join that mob.
Thankfully, Ace stands up, muttering under his breath that he'd be right back—loud enough for you to hear intentionally. Then, he pats Deuce's shoulder as he passes, headed for the desserts table.
He's getting you desserts. No, judging from the large plate he just grabbed, he's getting you all desserts.
What the fuck is going on.
You can't help it, watching him weave through the students. You're not just watching him, rather, the whole student body. A mob like this has your leg bouncing up and down.
It stops abruptly. From a hand gently pushing it down. Your head slowly turns to Deuce, giving him an owlish stare.
He smiles and says nothing.
You stare down at your plate until Ace arrives. He gathers and stacks all of your dirty plates like a fucking gentlemen before placing the plate of sweets in front of you—obviously because you're in the middle. Obviously.
That doesn't excuse how they lean too close when they reach over to grab something!
"We should dance."
You nearly choke on the brownie you were munching on at Ace's suggestion.
Now that most people were finished eating and rising from their chairs to return to the floor, the plates had begun disappearing. You were technically still eating, so your plate was still present in front of you.
You swallow. "You can guys can go—"
"We'll wait for you to finish." Deuce interjects. His hand long moved from your knee, but the warmth lingered. He smiled, gesturing to the plate in front of you. "Finish up. We won't leave you here on your own."
You definitely should, you thought to yourself. Externally, you smile gratefully and continue eating. Your skin prickles as the music picks up again.
Surprisingly, they look eager to dance, so you can't bring yourself to prolong your munching to waste time. You finished up and push your plate away from you.
Immediately, Ace jumps up from his chair, dragging the both of you with him. You notice quickly how his avoids the dance floor, heading for the....gardens?
He brings you and Deuce to an open part of the garden, not as surrounded by greenery like the bench you sat on earlier was.
"I thought we were going to dance...?"
"We are, but we need just a bit more space than other people." Ace lets go of your hand as he answers your question, propping one hand on his hip. "The three of us take up too much space to use the dance floor."
"I kind of assumed we would go one at a time...?" Tonight has been a trend of questions for you, and it's understandable. Little information is being given, mere scraps even.
Deuce shakes his head, his hand slipping into yours to pull the three of you closer. You stumble, eyes darting between the two boys. You hate how their hopeful expressions are enough to convince you to at least hear them out.
Slowly, they pull you into...something. Deuce would begin a dance with you, then right as you went into the first twirl, he'd hand you off to Ace. Then, Ace pulled you into a dance, resigning himself to the position of the woman so that when you twirled him, he'd be passed off to Deuce like you were.
You take a step back as Ace danced with Deuce, watching them stumble through a dance even though they were horribly off-beat with the faint music coming from the ballroom. But it didn't really matter, not to them, not to you.
It should hurt your heart to se them so focused on each other, entranced almost. Smiles pulling at their lips in between glances at their feet. It was no use, because they stepped on each other's shoes either way.
Your heart should hurt. But it's never been so full.
A hand appears on you shoulder, and it can't be either boy, considering they're in front of you and too focused not to tumble and trip, so you have to turn your head enough to glance. Immediately, you frown, reluctantly turning to face Crowley fully.
And before the boys can even protest to the disturbance to their dancing, you're being dragged away by the headmade.
Apparently, you had been dragged away to mediate between two hot heads for the rest of the night. One NRC student who backed off as soon as you intervened, and an RSA student that grumbled about being babysat.
It's not like you wanted to be at his side as ell, but you did as you were told.
NRC students were being gathered to leave. You physically sagged as you wiated for your turn to pass through the mirror.
Finally, you got your turn, the students already dispersing to head to their dorms on the other side. Already, you were planning how quick you'd undress in order to get in bed as fast as possible. You could always walk to Ramshackle barefoot, might make the trip there faster.
You make sure to stay out of the mirror's way, moving off to the side so you preform a basic headcount of the people you know as they come through the mirror.
And somehow, some way, they still managed to sneak up on you.
"Prefect!" Ace drapes himself along your back, wrapping his arms gently around your shoulders. His gets comfortable on your shoulder, with his voice way too close to your ear. "You ditched us. What's up with that?"
"Crowley happened." You adjust your stance to balance your weight and his so that you don't tip over. Your voice is a tad strained from the effort of keeping him upright. "Sorry about that."
"It's fine." Deuce clears his throat, not meeting your eyes. His hands grabs your bicep, barely applying any pressure. "But a warning would've been nice."
"I don't give a fuck about Crowley, who was that guy you were with?" Ace is definitely too close now, and if you were to turn your head, your cheek would bump into his nose.
It's not like you want that. Like you want them both this close. Definitely not. Nope.
Anyway—
"Um, it was some guy the headmage wanted me to watch. Nothing crazy." You laugh nervously, very much ignoring the suspicious that Ace gives you and how boys move closer. "Did you, uh. Did you guys have fun?"
"We did," Deuce said softly, sliding his hand down to slip his hands into yours. "But we missed you."
Oh, good lord, who thought it was okay for them to learn just what gets you to sputter? That expression. You resist elbowing Ace when you feel a grin stretch across his face.
"It's late, Prefect." He points out.
"I'm aware." You grit back.
"Nobody's gonna be happy about you walking back at this hour."
"And?"
"Well—" His arms squeeze around you slightly. "You can always stay over with us."
"A sleep over? I'm not even prepared for one—"
"We have some of your clothes." Deuce interrupts. He seems to realize the implications of his words and scrambles to correct himself. "I mean—! From previous sleepovers. You left some behind and just told us to keep it for next time."
"See? No reason to walk to Ramshackle so late." Ace voice gets a little softer, and his grip tightens imperceptibly. "...stay."
...none of this is fair to you or your sense of logic.
Safe to say, that's how you ended up in their shared room, and conveniently, their roommates were sleeping over in their own friends' rooms.
Usually, the sleepovers at Heartslabyul involve a little more of personal space.
Apparently, that is not the cast tonight.
You're squished between them, trying not to focus on how Deuce's arm stretches to pillow your head or how his hand stays in Ace's hair. Or how his other arm is stretched over your middle to intertwine his fingers with Ace's. Or how the menace on your other side—hands not nearly as innocent—uses his free arm to be under you and hooks his fingers into the hem of Deuce's shirt. Or how Ace's face is pressed against your shoulder, hiding, no doubt.
You're being sandwiched.
What the fuck.
"...hey, [Name}?" You shift your head carefully, trying not to bump your chin with Ace's head when you turn to look at him when he speaks. Suspiciously, Deuce tenses around you.
"What's up?" You whisper back.
He props himself up on his elbow, looming over you.
"...pass something over to Deuce for me."
Your face barely had any tie to contort into confusion when he's leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.
It doesn't even last long enough for you to reciprocate! He simply pulls back and returns to his original position, muttering: "...'Kay, goodnight."
Deuce shakes quietly against your side, stopping long enough to tap your shoulder.
"What." You say stiffly, still reeling.
"...are you gonna do what he said?" You can hear the laughter in his voice, and yet.
There's a bit of hesitance in his voice. Like you'll refuse.
Slowly, you turn your head to look at him.
"Pass it on?" You ask quietly
"...yeah. Ace and I—" He clears his throat softly, even though the only ones in the room are the three of you. No wonder they're being so damn brave about doing this, here of all places! "...we shared one at the gala. Right as you left. We looked for you—and you were with...some guy. Ace wanted to walk over and kiss you in front of him, but I convinced him not to. To wait."
"For...right now?"
"...yeah."
It's quiet for longer than you're comfortable with, the two of stuck staring at one another long enough for Ace to groan and grab's Deuce's wrist to stop the arm over your middle that was threatening to pull away.
"[Name], please give him a kiss before he gets it in his head that you don't want this." He nuzzles his face into your shoulder. "He'll say it's fine while looking like someone kicked his puppy."
He would. Deuce thinks he can hide this things, but he can't. He really can't.
You frown and also place your hand on his arm to stop him from moving. Not like he could with his arm being used as a pillow.
"Deuce, how dare you jump to such conclusions." You scold, voice betraying some of that playful disappointment you were trying to fake as really disappoinment.
"I didn't—"
"You totally did, babes." Ace murmurs. "Alright, 'babes' is off the table. Makes it sound like Cater's here."
"You'll find something." You pat his head softly.
"Anyway—" You turn back to the idiot on your other side. "You."
"Me?" You'll grant him a small mercy by not mentioning the break his voice suffers when he says the word.
"Yes, you." Without thinking on it any further, you move forward—the best you can do within Ace's grip—and press your lips against his.
Poor boy freezes just like you did.
It's over faster than the one you had with Ace—mostly because you think Deuce would implode if you held it out for longer. After pulling away, you melt back into the bed and mutter good night similar to how Ace did.
your eyes are closed but can just imagine him touching his lips gingerly, even though Ace got the pounce on his first kiss before you did. Oh well. The idea of him treating it like his first kiss is endearing all the same.
"...I should tell my mom." He whispers to no one in particular.
"No, she knows—"
"She's been knowing, Juice."
Dividers by: @olenvasynyt. I couldn't find the rules to your dividers on your page, so if you want me to change these, let me know!
Question!! Which version would you prefer reading?
{I'm asking because i don't want to edit everything and not have people like reading it that way or find it harder to read}
[Yes this is a wip for a Mairiashita! Iruma kun x reader story lol]
•Version One•
Now back inside the three of you stand at a door as Azz goes to open revealing a rather large room. "Who, this is sorta nerve racking." Iruma anxiously says fiddling with your fingers. You don't know when he started holding your hand you just know he somehow is. "These results will also determine which class the school places you in." Azz says continuing to guide the both of you. "The good to know" Iruma remarks. "Incidentally or guide is quite famous." Azz informs you both. "Although he's strict and terrifying." He adds.
You hear someone call out to you but before you could respond the door burst open. He walks infront of everyone silencing everyone as he does. "I am Naberius Kalego and i will be your advisor. I am the sole permanent leader of this ritual, and why?" He starts and angry look on his face. You thinks it more annoyed them angry tho in all honesty. "Because i maintain dignity at all times. I will decide wether you are disposal trash or remotely useful trash, but trash either way." Kalego says turning to them walk towards Iruma.
•Version Two•
Now back inside the three of you stand at a door as Azz goes to open revealing a rather large room.
"Whoa, this is sorta nerve racking." Iruma anxiously says fiddling with your fingers.
You don't know when he started holding your hand you just know he somehow is.
"These results will also determine which class the school places you in." Azz says continuing to guide the both of you.
"The good to know" Iruma remarks.
"Incidentally or guide is quite famous." Azz informs you both. "Although he's strict and terrifying." He adds.
You hear someone call out to you but before you could respond the door burst open. He walks infront of everyone silencing everyone as he does.
"I am Naberius Kalego and i will be your advisor. I am the sole permanent leader of this ritual, and why?" He starts and angry look on his face.
You thinks it more annoyed them angry tho in all honesty.
"Because i maintain dignity at all times. I will decide wether you are disposal trash or remotely useful trash, but trash either way." Kalego says turning to them walk towards Iruma.
Warnings: Not much I can think of, except it's all over the place, and a bit suggestive towards the middle. I needed a quick break from a book I'm writing and these two freaks have been plaguing my mind, so this is basically just word dumping.
Sumary: Nothing is really set, some parts are over-explained and others are barely developed, I typed until I got bored. (If you're seeing this again it's because I accidentally posted earlier without finishing aha..)
Pairing: Stanley x Fem!Reader x Xeno
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Endless hours of science had never been an issue for Xeno, he was accustomed to working on the same project for multiple days—even months straight. Science (and Stanley) was his sole love, it wasn't filled with unsolvable scenarios, it always had a solution. His nights at the NASA laboratory were lonely, just how he liked it. No noise, no meaningless chatter, only him and his thoughts.
Stanley wasn't much different in this regard, obviously not science, but his priority in the military (and Xeno). Guiding those bambi-like soldiers brought a thrill like no other, they shot perfectly? It was because of him. They landed a really good calculated punch? Also his doing. He was always expected to be at the top, and no way in hell would he ever let anyone distract him from it.
It wasn't until they met [Y/N], the newest addition to the NASA board, that they discovered another love and priority. She wasn't what they had expected at all, [Y/N] wasn't a scientist or an exceptional engineer, nothing even close to any position they offered at NASA. It only took a few days to find out she was only there as a temporary chair filler, for her father who was out of commission due to a "family issue".
Xeno grimaced as the bubbly [H/C] haired girl, read over his file alongside the other board members. He could barely hold in his anger as they skimmed over his perfectly chosen words, equations and unique idea. One by one, the thick file was placed down and he was met by taunting expressions.
"It's interesting I'll give you that Dr. Xeno, however we can't endorse it. The cost of the inevitable failure will be far too much."
The older generation spewed more words onto the already rejected scientist, yet he could only focus on the girl still holding his file open.
"I don't know much about this position, my father asked me out of the blue to show my presence." [Y/N] hummed and softly closed the file cover, a small—yet mischievous smile graced her glossy lips. "But, he did say I could have fun, and this?" She lifted up his idea and waved it around, "This sounds fun! Let's do it."
"You have no authority to do so!" The voice was loud and rough, it bounced off the soundproof walls and [Y/N] tried hard not to show her annoyance.
"Woah~ I wonder what my father would say hearing you talk to his daughter like that, Dr. Von." She playfully waved him off, keeping eye contact with the blank scientist in front of her.
"If he fails the first, second or even third time, I'll cover the cost. When he gets it right, none of you will have the privilege of profiting a single dollar. How about that?"
Oh how she loved playing around with these greedy corrupt monsters.
As for Stanley, his encounter with [Y/N] wasn't as nerve-wracking as it was for Xeno. No, it was absolutely entertaining to say the least.
The blonde puffed out another trail of smoke, his eyes glanced to the side to see the sprawled mess of [H/C] locks on the bar counter. He hadn't even considered sitting down for this long, but something quietly begged him to sit next to the seemingly tipsy woman.
Her head lifted up to meet his amused gaze, he twitched noticing tears flooding her pretty [E/C] colored eyes. A finger was pointed at his face, close to jabbing his nose. Stanley couldn't help but smile at how silly she looked right now.
"G-get away from me before I do you a favor b-because you're cute!" Her voice came out stumbling and mumbled, he managed to catch onto every single word due to his good hearing.
"Like what?" He teased, playfully twirling a strand of her hair while she failed to push his hand away.
"Like agreeing to pay for your experiments!" Her finger finally managed to boop his nose, "My dad is gonna kill me when I write the $600,000 check, not once but maybe even thrice! All because he was so cute, that stupid cute looking Dr. X."
Oh. Stanley's eyes widened with recognition, his childhood friend had been happily rambling on about his fully funded project, he tuned out the nerdy details and only paid attention when Xeno brought up that it was all thanks to a temporary board member. [Y/N], her name was [Y/N]. There was no way he could forget it, that mad scientist had practically engraved the name into his mind with how many times he mumbled it.
"It's not even about the money actually, but how could I ever say no to him? And you—!" She sighed dramatically, moving her hand away from his gorgeous face. "Don't you dare propose anything!"
He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at her cute rambling, he had to agree wholeheartedly. "Don't worry, I can't say no to him either."
"IS HE YOUR BOYFRIEND? I'M SORRY BUT HE'S SO CUTE I WON'T TAKE IT BACK!" [Y/N] lunged forward grabbing ahold of his shoulders and shook him back and forth, the tears that had disappeared moments ago were spilling again.
Stanley grabbed her elbows gently, stopping her movement. A meek apology left her pouting lips as she settled into her seat, [Y/N] tried to flag down the bartender, desperately needing a shot to down her embarrassment. The man next to her shook his head at the girl behind the counter, she nodded taking away the dirty cups.
"Let's get you home."
After getting her address he made sure her seatbelt was on before driving off, his window rolled down letting the smoke drift out the car. The cigarette dangled from his lips, a hand on the steering wheel while the other guided the cancer stick.
[Y/N] softly snored into the seat, holding onto a pillow she had stolen taken from one of the sofas at the bar. Stanley tried to take it away, god knows what or who touched it prior. He failed miserably, a little ticked off but low-key proud of her deadly grip.
Dropping her off was awkward, nothing Stanley couldn't handle. Still, he was not used to dropping off people he met at bars anywhere other than his own apartment. Her dad managed to wake her up, guiding her back into the grand mansion.
"Thank you for helping her, she gets carried away sometimes." He laughed it off, but couldn't hide the worry in his voice.
"No problem."
"noooo~ dad! Don't let the pretty man leave!" [Y/N] turned around in her dad's arms and made grabby hands towards a humored blonde, her [E/C] eyes were wide filled entirely with sparkles, a small bambi is what she looked like.
She had definitely become his favorite bambi.
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[Y/N] entered the NASA laboratory looking for a certain white haired male, while she had practically forced the board to accept his crazy idea, they needed to skim over a few details before proceeding. Except she hadn't expected both of the different worlds she met yesterday to be standing closely together watching small sparks emit from a glass container.
"Ah, how elegant of you to join us, [Y/N]." She brushed off her heart skipping a beat, the way his voice uttered her name was heavenly.
After remembering last night, she was absolutely mortified. Not only did she ramble to a total stranger, she rambled about their boyfriend! The blonde man hadn't denied or confirmed their relationship, but when her eyes trailed over how tightly he was hugging the scientist with a gentle expression on his face, there was no denying it.
"Yeah, Hi." She squeaked out, walking towards them almost robotically. [Y/N] placed down her notebook and sat on the grey stool, face warming up when Stanley rubbed his cheek against Xeno's affectionately before pulling away.
"I need to know which parts you need, these old assholes decided to leave everything to me as punishment." She huffed, eyes softening before looking at a stone-faced Xeno. "Don't look at me like that! I never said i regretted it or anything."
"I was only joking, dear." He sent her a smile, starting to disassemble the small experiment he had shown Stanley. [Y/N] couldn't help but admire how the sleeves of his white lab coat were rolled up showing off his arms, sure he wasn't super built but it stirred something in her. Her hand slowly raised up to hide her mouth, annoyed at how attractive these two men were.
"Hangover?"
"Huh? Oh, no. You stopped me before I could teeter into that hell."
"I've been wondering, what exactly is it that you do, [Y/N]?" Xeno finished up wiping down the counter and threw away the towels before sitting directly in front of her. His head rested against his hand, elbow propped on the counter.
She noticed the way he crossed his legs too, how could a man look so hot just sitting there? [Y/N] cleared her throat, fidgeting in her seat as she felt both pairs of eyes staring at her intently.
"I'm a medical student, well I was..." A sigh left her lips, "I'm taking a gap year." They didn't press her for further answers, seeing how she made no move to add more details.
"So you're going to be your old man's stand-in for a year?"
"Basically." She chuckled remembering the words her father had given her, "He specifically asked me to annoy the hell out of the board members by doing whatever it is I wanted. Apparently he was fed up with good projects being denied while he wasn't present."
Xeno did remember Dr. [L/N] giving him proper feedback on why they couldn't and could do certain projects of his, he was a man he respected.
"I really have no clue what I'm doing Xeno, so please don't hand me a file filled with a world-ending plan."
"Why, you wouldn't deny it?"
Oh.
Oh.
"NO YOU DID NOT!" [Y/N] stood up quickly, the stool fell to the ground with a loud 'clank'. Her face was beet red trying her best to glare down at the duo smiling at her with nothing but amusement dancing in their eyes.
"Did what? Tell Xeno how you found him cute and that's why you couldn't say no to him? No, I didn't—oh wait." Stanley turned his face away from them and slid open the window to bring out a cigarette.
"If it makes you feel any better, that's news to me."
He was definitely playing with her, the smile on his face hadn't faltered in the slightest. This bastard was having fun.
"Why would that make me fe—just fill that out!" [Y/N] pushed her notebook towards the scientist and stomped out the room extremely flustered.
"So, what do you think?" Stanley exhaled while turning to see Xeno curiously looking at the door she had left through.
"An elegant possibility."
A few months had passed and before they knew it, hanging around the laboratory had become the new normal. Stanley by the window, Xeno playing around with chemicals (and settling very, very far away from the cancer smoke, he didn't need anything blowing up.) and [Y/N] getting distracted by the cool colors the mixtures made.
"Stop staring and get back to studying, bambi."
Bambi. Stanley's oh so 'perfect' nickname for her, she tried to get him to drop the name for weeks but he refused to budge. It bothered her only because of what it represented, a defenseless and cute thing. Only she was allowed to call them cute.
[Y/N] mocked his words under her breath with a high pitch voice, focusing on her medical notes scribbled and highlighted. Even if she was taking a year off to help her dad, there wasn't any time to slack off. Board meetings were so goddamn boring, she couldn't even hide the sparkles that bounced around in her [E/C] eyes whenever Xeno came into a meeting with a progress report or new idea.
"By the way, you guys never answered me. Are you dating?"
They barely reacted to the question, still focusing on their own activities. She didn't know why exactly she craved and feared for their answer, [Y/N] was undoubtedly attracted to them both equally.
Xeno's happy little face while info dumping on them, onyx eyes that lit up whenever she'd ask a question genuinely intrigued by the topic. Stanley, who always teased her but never crossed the line. He knew when to back away and change his words depending on how she was feeling that day, his awareness towards both her and Xeno was...to say the least...hot.
[Y/N] stopped writing, a blush taking over her face when she noticed Xeno peeking over the counter to read her notes. Her heart dropped into her stomach hearing his laugh, she was not going to live this down, was she?
"Inflammation of the myocardium, a great percentage of high risk patients are usually men in their 20 to 40's. Men, men, stanxeno."
"STOP READING IT!"
The medical student was too focused on trying to block Xeno's field of view to notice Stanley walking up to them, he leaned over her shoulder to stare down at the notebook. His face slightly bumped into hers and gave zero indication that he planned on moving.
She knew he could feel her warm cheek pressed against his, Xeno smirked leaning even more forward over the metal table. His face was only inches away from hers, they were messing with her, again.
[Y/N] swallowed the knot building up in her throat, she was deeply embarrassed. Her thoughts on them were running wild from the close proximity of both men, she slammed her book closed—still not moving away from them.
"Why so curious, bambi?"
"Is there a deeper reasoning to your question, dear?"
God the nicknames, how could she ever function like a proper human after hearing the way they called her? She always felt giddy whenever they'd do this, invading her privacy with lingering touches and words falling like sweet honey—but she couldn't ignore the small, teeny tiny part of her that felt as if they were just playing around. To relish in her obvious attraction towards them, something she miserably failed at hiding.
"Am I imposing on your quality time together by always being here?"
[Y/N] was as surprised as Xeno and Stanley, that isn't what she was even thinking at the moment! Why'd she go and say it? Sure she thought of it sometimes but never had the courage to ask, what if they said yes? She'd never be able to meet their eyes again.
A few seconds of silence were starting to scare her, she felt Stanley shift, thinking he was pulling away until warm lips pressed again her cheek softly. Her [E/C] irises widened keeping eye contact with Xeno, who raised a hand to brush a strand of [H/C] hair behind her ear. They both pulled away at the same time, leaving a stuttering [Y/N] to collect her thoughts that were in shambles.
Her fingers lightly pressed against her cheeks, one where the kiss was placed and the other where Xeno's fingers brushed by. She took a hand away, blush intensifying seeing the purple lipstick staining her fingers. [Y/N] took a deep breath in before looking up at them standing next to each other now, brain melting when Stanley wrapped an arm around the scientist, Xeno caressing the blonde's face as they both continued to stare at her.
"We've never labeled it, it's like an open relationship."
The girl in front of them deflated comically like a balloon, face almost slamming onto the table. Nope, all her dreams and fantasies had been drained at that sentence. She liked-liked them, both. An open relationship meant their loyalty lied emotionally between them but not physically, she couldn't work with that. The faces they were giving her stirred nothing but worry within, almost like an invitation to join them on this little adventure.
[Y/N] badly wanted to scream yes! and take the opportunity they were offering on a silver platter, sure it'd be okay at first...however in the long run she knew jealousy would win her over. They wouldn't be hers they'd still see other people while being with her, and the [H/C] haired girl wouldn't be able to emotionally endure it.
"I see."
"You sound disappointed, dear." Their little show melted away, awkwardly glancing at each other when they noticed her flustered state disappear into a neutral expression.
She sighed lightly, might as well try and get over her feelings now rather than letting them grow further. Her fingers twirled the mechanical pencil as a way to fidget, building up the courage to spill her words.
"I like you both." Their faces didn't change in the slightest, they knew already. "As much as my heart is telling me to leap at the offer, my brain is encouraging me to step away before I hurt myself."
[Y/N] started to pack her things, avoiding their eyes. Oh my god, she was going to jump off the fucking NASA rooftop after this. She didn't want to keep talking but it felt like word vomit.
"I'm interested in a relationship with just us three, having other people linger in-between would make me feel like I'm not good enough for you guys." She zipped the backpack and hugged it close to her chest, hiding the bottom half of her face. "Thank you for today." [Y/N] rushed a polite bow and made her way to the door.
Before she could even grab the handle, a hand landed on her head, it turned her to come face to face with Stanley. She couldn't muster up the courage to ask what he was doing, but she didn't even have time to. His lips landed on hers, an arm wrapped around her waist colliding her into his chest and in turn causing the backpack to slip from her arms.
A few tears built up as she indulged the blonde, his lips were soft, avoiding rushing her. It only took a few milliseconds for [Y/N] to return the kiss, lips parting and allowing him to slip in his tongue. She'd never kissed anyone like this, it left her feeling vulnerable, like her heart was on her sleeve.
Her hands cupped his face with a gentle grip, she wondered if his body hurt bending down slightly to kiss her. [Y/N]'s lips slipped from his, only to get pulled back in quickly. Xeno took this opportunity to stand behind her and nuzzle his face into her neck, unbuttoning her white collared shirt and slipping it down from one of her shoulders.
His own lips made a trail from her jawline down to her neck and across her bare shoulder. One of the hands on Stanley's face was moved back to come in contact with Xeno's. He cupped over her hand with his own and continued to pepper kisses on her [S/C] skin, a whimper was muffled.
The tears finally escaped her eyes, trailing down her face. The droplets landed on both men, they pulled away from her still holding [Y/N] close.
"D-don't do that!" She unenergetically hit Stanley's chest, "Don't give me false hope.." her sniffles echoed lightly in the laboratory, she was flooded by nothing but embarrassment.
"Let's do it." The blonde ignored her weak fists against him and wiped away her tears, Xeno gently turned her head to place a chaste kiss against her swollen lips.
"Just us three, right my dear?"
[Y/N] woke up the next morning feeling like she was on top of the world and still drowning in shyness. Her face was stuffed into a pillow, concealing her squeals. She kicked her feet roughly, leaving her personal maid to hide her smile behind a hand.
"Ruby, I'm so happy I could dieeeee."
"Please don't, Miss [Y/N]."
Ruby had never seen [Y/N] this giddy, she was absolutely over the moon. Her trip down memory lane was cut short when the loud sound of the girl in her care falling reached her ears, she hurriedly walked around the bed to see the mistress still letting out happy noises.
"I'm going on a date with them! Help me pick out the best outfit Ruby!" It was barely noon on a sunday, NASA had issued a full day off to every employee, why? She didn't care to listen for the reason, her ears were preoccupied hearing Xeno and Stan plan a date.
"Them? Are they gender neutral?" Ruby caught all the clothing being thrown out the closet, doing her best in the thick maid outfit she always had inside the manor.
"Huh? Oh, no, them. As in, two." The poor maid couldn't even dodge the shoe thrown her way, hitting her square in the forehead and falling back.
"Shit! Ruby I'm so sorry!" [Y/N] frantically bounced around the dizzy woman, Ruby blinked her hazel eyes twice before settling them onto the worried rich girl.
"How will your father react?"
haha...oh,
"I didn't think of that."
Her father sent her to NASA the fuck around with the board members, not fuck with employees! Well technically Stanley was only there during his free time, but still! She couldn't go up to him and say, 'Hey dad! I managed to piss the old dudes off, and I got myself not one, but two boyfriends!'
World end her now.
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"Oh my gosh!" [Y/N]'s body was over Xeno's shoulder, face a few inches away from his screen. Unfortunately Stanley was too busy to come by for the week, so it left the mad scientist and the medical student to hang out together.
Xeno held a firm hand on her midsection, holding [Y/N] up to the best of his ability. He was in the middle of responding to his mentee, completely immersed in the lengthy email consisting of rocket science, when [E/C] eyes landed on the picture of the white and green haired boy holding a test rocket.
"He's so cute!" She poked the screen, ignoring the English gibberish of science littered around the zoomed-in picture. "He's like a mini you."
"[Y/N] dear, you're crushing me." She apologized and got off of him, scooting her chair closer and settling next to him. He smiled feeling her shoulder bump into his and stay there, [Y/N] had been a little reserved with her physical contact towards them but after two solid month of dating she'd gotten comfortable and extremely cocky.
Xeno didn't mind it, he felt pride knowing she felt lucky to have him, even if he felt like him and Stanley hit the jackpot instead. The blonde usually tuned him out during his rambles, that didn't bother him in the slightest, Stan listened when it was important and that was good enough for him. [Y/N] on the other hand, indulged him quiet often, even if she didn't understand most words and comparisons, her questions and interest made his heart fill with a warm feeling.
"I still can't believe an elementary kid built a rocket, that actually went up in the air..." Her childhood was filled with music up until she picked up a book about hearts in her big library, at the mere age of eight she completely spent her time studying. To acquire the ability to help as many people as she could, sparked something she couldn't understand. Xeno tried to explain the feeling in his usual science-y way and she got lost along the words.
"He's from Japan, reading and writing these emails using an English dictionary. Senku's efforts are quite elegant."
"Devoted little thing isn't he? I wanna meet him and pinch his chubby cheeks." She cooed once again at the picture, whining when Xeno clicked off of it and continued scrolling through the information.
"Fawning over a different scientist is—" He didn't even get to finish his sentence before his face was being quickly peppered with light kisses, from his forehead to his cheeks, to his nose and finally his lips. [Y/N] pulled away and snuggled back into his side, leaving him with enough space to type away at the keyboard.
Xeno didn't continue speaking, trying to fight the light red on his face before she could glimpse at it. She effortlessly achieved flustering him on multiple occasions, something Stan regularly tried—and failed at. If he knew, he'd never let Xeno forget it.
"That part, isn't it like $10k? How is a kid going to get that?" Xeno smirked adding a picture of said part, a machinery she had to purchase multiple times because he kept exploding it. [Y/N] grabbed her phone and used a currency exchanger to see the total in yen, ¥1.5 million.
"A true scientist finds a way."
"Seriously? Tell him to send you his address!" Xeno's eye twitched as his girlfriend pulled out a checkbook, scribbling a big number obscured to him. "I'll set up a card for him, hmm but can he buy stuff in dollars while he's in Japan?" She tapped the pen against her chin.
"Oh! I'll just make it an online account so he can order the parts instead." The scientist didn't even try to interfere, knowing full well rich people just thought differently from the rest. He finished up writing his email and added a small note at the bottom.
'P.S, you'll be receiving an email from [L/N]_@NASA.×∆×.com.'
Senku had read an article about [Dad Name] [L/N], a genius who built one of the strongest rockets recorded in history. He was excited to receive some sort of mentorship from the older man, sure Dr. X was plenty of help, but more couldn't hurt.
The boy had just come back from school, eagerly rushing towards his computer ignoring Byakuya's yelling for him to go eat. He skimmed through his emails, first reading an update from his mentor then his eyes sparkled seeing the anticipated email appear at the top of his inbox.
'Hi! Here's an account with around 10 million yen, it's in American currency so you'll have to order online. Have fun, oh! And make sure to send more pictures.'
Bank of America details:
User: [Y/N]Senkufund
Pw: adorablesenkufund223
Love, [Y/N].
...
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What the hell? The entire email was littered with heart symbols. Adorable? Who was this [Y/N] weirdo? Despite his suspicion, the email address checked out with what Dr. X mentioned. He opened a new window tab and went to the bank website, typing in the details. His scarlet eyes lit up with ¥ signs, he could get past the creepy message if it meant he could buy the parts he needed. It was temporary until his dad managed to be an astronaut an get his very own NASA card.
Senku typed out a hasty thank you, his mouse hovered hesitantly on the add image option. He had taken a new one just recently with Taiju included, it was them covered in ash from a mild explosion, should he send it? He glanced at the money this person sent, well it wouldn't hurt to do it once right?
He was startled at how fast the reply had come. He didn't bother reading much of it, noticing the paragraph beginning with capitalized letters and once again, being plastered with hearts all over. The title itself was five red hearts.
Despite thinking it'd be one time exchange, this [Y/N] person toned it down after a few more exchanges. Senku had even looked forward to their little medical lessons, it was a type of science after all.
'So you weren't a complete oaf. Good to know, I was starting to doubt Dr. X.'
+Image attached
-Senku.
That offended [Y/N], how dare this little bok-choy looking kid doubt her boyfriend? The image sent made her forget his initial words, squealing at how cute the boy looked grumpily looking into the camera holding his latest science project he presented at his school fair.
'I know I promised no more hearts but you're too cute! ❤︎❤︎❤︎ Once I get married I'll adopt you.❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎
Love, [Y/N]❤︎'
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'Already adopted, and who would even marry you?'
-Senku.
The little gremlin chuckled, slurping his ramen. The sound of a new inbox and Senku choking on his food filled the room. He blinked frantically at the response.
'First of all, I'd win the court case if i wanted.
As for marriage, it's going to be your dear Dr. X and someone else, obviously~
Love, [Y/N].'
Senku could only focus on his mentor being in cahoots with this mental case, he was definitely going take the logical route and avoid taking this path.
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[Y/N] groaned into Stanley's chest, body feeling extremely sore. She had jokingly encouraged her blonde boyfriend to teach her how to shoot a gun, that turned into a full blown training regiment he made. It included physical training and he even body slammed her! (very carefully, but not the point.)
The mixed smell from his earlier cigarette and cologne filled her nostrils, at first it did tickle her nose, now she was used to it and even longed for it throughout her days. She could cope at work when Xeno was around, still, having the blonde away from them felt like an eternity.
"Did you learn anything?" He was amused by the sounds she was making, he held her in his arms, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on her back.
It wasn't until his girlfriend slept over for the first time that he and Xeno found out she slept with a long T-shirt and her underwear, obviously now she constantly stole their shirts, sometimes finding them back in the closet with a cute gloss lipstick stain. Stanley was guilty of doing this himself, with purple of course.
After starting an established relationship between this little doctor in the making and his childhood friend, both men agreed to get their own apartment together. [Y/N] mentioned wanting to stay with her dad while he was usually at home now, planning to move in with them after the year passes.
"Yes, three things."
"Hm?"
"That you look really fucking hot when you're drenched in sweat." She snuggled closer into him, blushing when his hand gripper her hip in response. "You look even hotter holding a gun, and...when you uh..." her words were low and muffled.
Stanley heard them loud and clear, mumbling like that only worked with Xeno. He smirked flipping their bodies over, her legs were wrapped around his hips due to the startle he gave her. [Y/N]'s blush intensified when the blonde caged both her hands above her head, his free hand performing a 'tactile exploration' near her inner thighs. The pads of his fingers left lingering tingles on her skin, a gasp flying past her lips when they made contact with her clothed clit.
"When I had you at my mercy, huh?" Repeating her words with a teasing tone, Stanley leaned forward while pulling her shirt up above her bra. His purple lipstick left marks on her cleavage before slowly descending down her stomach, hips and lastly a quick kiss on her underwear.
"Stan.."
"[Y/N].." He mimicked her breathless tone, annoying her and barely avoiding the knee she raised to his face. They stayed in that position gazing into each other's eyes, her [E/C] irises relaxed significantly. [Y/N] lowered her knee and settled it around him again, the heels of her feet slightly digging into his back pushing him lower onto her.
Stanley release his grip on her hands and welcomed the embrace, allowing his head to rest between where her neck and shoulder met. [Y/N]'s fingers tangled into his slightly long blonde hair, massaging his scalp.
The sound of keys jingling and the front door opening made them both glance a their bedroom door, silently waiting for the person to walk in. Xeno came in loosening his tie and dragged it down, showing off a bit of his collarbone. He sent them a tired smile and walked towards the closet, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and slipping it off.
"Did you see that, Stan? Him and ties.."
"He never lets us take it off for him."
"Because it always ends up in sex."
Xeno finally slipped on more comfortable clothing, folding his lab coat and setting it in the laundry basket. He walked towards the bed, immediately getting pulled into a hug. His stress melted away as his partners cooed him gently, the new position consisted of Stanley slightly propped up by two pillows, followed by [Y/N] resting her back against him and finally Xeno's face squished into her chest. Arms wrapped around each other in any way possible.
"They held you up for so long, is everything okay?"
"The board was trying to convince me to swap sponsors, my project is estimated to bring a huge revenue." The laugh leaving his girlfriend causes his body to move up and down alongside her chest, he huffed a chuckle in response.
Stanley reached over to massage Xeno's tense shoulders, watching the scientist groan happily in response. No further words were exchanged, all three relished in comfort.
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A happy [Y/N] bounced down the halls of the NASA building, eventually making it down to the break room where a lot of employees gathered to eat or talk together.
She no longer wore a work outfit, her year was up and now was fully focused on her career (for the most part). Most of them didn't know who she was, except one present man who always greeted her every morning she came in.
"Good morning [Y/N]!" Byakuya greeted her with a bright smile, [Y/N] turned to gaze at the newest addition to NASA. Despite only being there for a month or so, he'd become a friendly face. He opened the shared fridge, chuckling when she put a black plastic container with a cute heart-shaped note on it inside.
"Your boyfriend sure is a lucky guy." The older man raised an eyebrow when he caught glimpse of another lunch inside her backpack, she didn't react to him noticing nor did she try to hide it.
[Y/N] wasn't aware of his concerned gaze, thinking solely on how late Xeno would be getting home today. She had made an earlier stop at the laboratory for a quick kiss and was sadly sent on her way right after. A sigh left her lips, she turned to look at Byakuya who now held a tight lipped smile—an eyebrow raised at his changed expression.
"Yeah he is, well I'll see you later Byakuya, I have to go drop off lunch for my boyfriend." [Y/N] waved making her way to the door.
"Bye [Y/N]—" the door closed, "wait, what?"
He turned to look at his coworkers who shrugged in response, why did he have to witness or hear this? He didn't want drama, but letting someone string along a fellow coworker felt harsh and guilt overwhelmed him. Byakuya opened the fridge to glance at the note.
'YOU BETTER EAT IT XENO.
Love you, [Y/N]❤︎''
Xeno, Xeno, that Xeno? He had seen him very few times, the scientist spent 90% of his time cooped up in the laboratory. Woah, never would he had expected the serious white haired male to be dating such a cheery person. That thought brought down his mood, how should he bring it up?
Byakuya didn't get much time to think it over, seeing the man clouding his mind walk into the break room and head straight over to the coffee pot. His thermal cup was black and littered with colorful stickers, he noticed they resembled the shape of hearts [Y/N] always drew.
"[Y/N]?"
Xeno noticed the finger pointing at his cup, a huff of amusement left his lips before nodding. "She insisted on it, mumbling something about marking territory."
"I hope I don't offend you, uh—" His voice froze when the scientist turned to give him his full attention, head slightly tilting and encouraging him to continue. "Ithink[Y/N]isseeingsomeoneelseotherthanyou!"
"Is that right?" Xeno quickly took a sip of coffee, a perfect way to hide his smirk and compose himself. "How un-elegant, say, Byakuya right? Would it be too much to ask if you could find out for me? Lately I've been stuck at work, leaving almost no room to speak to my partner."
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"WHAT!? BYAKUYA WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR!?"
After a solid week of being ticked off by the older man's squinting gazes, and always asking her about her earlier or later whereabouts, [Y/N] finally had enough and cornered him once everyone left the room, he was sweating bullets when she asked what was wrong. The glint in her [E/C] eyes scared him like nothing else.
To which in a state of panic, he replied with a rushed "ARE YOU CHEATING ON THAT SCIENTIST?"
"Ah! I'm sorry but i couldn't ignore the signs! And when I asked Xeno, he asked me to figure it out for him."
"Oh that motherfucker," [Y/N] made a strangling motion with her hands, scaring the poor man in front of her. "Xeno and I have another partner okay! I'm not a cheater."
The amount of apologies that spilled from Byakuya were starting to overwhelm her, tears threatening to spill out as his body flung back and forth in a fast bowing motion. She awkwardly pat his shoulder, accepting his apology. From an outside perspective she guess it did look suspicious, Xeno was going to pay for this.
"Don't listen to that disney villain, he may look serious but he's a mischievous little thing."
"H-have I met them?" His attempt to change the conversation topic was easily received, her aura took a complete turn into a gushy looking fangirl.
"You've probably seen him around Xeno, he's a soldier. Tall, blonde, pretty face, caramel eyes, wears purple lipstick, hot, always smoking, did I say hot already?" She rambled a few more compliments before clearing her throat.
"His name is Stanley, Xeno and him were technically together before they met me."
"How does it work? I'm curious, a relationship with one person is sometimes very complicated, I can't wrap my head around three people in one."
That is how Byakuya had become her gossip buddy, how she frequently chatted up a storm while balancing her focus onto her studying, always astonished him.
The following night had the polyamorous couple sitting at their small dinning table, the girl sat in the middle while both men sat at the ends of the table—still close enough to each other though.
"You let him think I was a common whore!" [Y/N] angrily shoved a spoonful of rice into her mouth, cheeks puffed out and [E/C] eyes glaring into Xeno's soul. He couldn't take her seriously, to him she looked like a squirrel right now.
"Stan, tell him something." Her eyes were wide, sending a pleading face to her soldier boyfriend, he playfully ruffled her hair before turning towards the amused man.
"Bad Xeno."
"I'm going to choke you fuckers."
"Oh? sounds like a threat."
"That's right!"
"Would it perhaps be happening in the bedroom?"
[Y/N] stopped. Stanley stopped. Hell even Xeno's eyebrow raised at his own words, he wasn't one for sexual desires, usually leaving it up to his partners to decide and act it out. He smiled down at a [Y/N] who scooted closer to him with no traces of her earlier fake anger, she looked like a curious kid.
"Did you mean that?" she whispered, truly wondering if she heard him wrong.
"Shall we find out?" [Y/N] glanced back at Stanley who only shrugged in response, he didn't know what was happening either.
"Ok, you're forgiven." She snatched up the plates and the cup in the blonde's hand, practically throwing them into the sink. "Bedroom now."
"I think you awakened something within her." Stanley stood up and pushed his chair in, making eye contact with a sweat dropping Xeno.
"How...elegant.."
(He was scared.)
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The soft light of the candles decorating the dining table made her [S/C] glow, she blinked curiously as her boyfriends of nearly three years now stood in front of her. They quickly shared a glance then nodded, they both dug into their suit pockets and each took out a small velvet colored box.
Her [E/C] eyes filled with tears when they opened them, in Stanley's box laid a beautiful ring with a honey colored gem shaped like a diamond. Xeno's was the same size and shape, but his had a black diamond.
"[Y/N], when we first met—"
"YES! YES I WILL!" She extended her hand out, eyes closed and sporting a huge smile on her face. Hearty laughs reached her ears as she felt the rings slip onto her finger, a hand brushed away the tears on her face.
She opened her eyes to see them holding out two more rings, this one had a gem with the same color as her eyes. Xeno and Stanley held out their own hands, already wearing each other's colors. [Y/N] softly slid her ring right above the other, quickly taking out her phone to take a picture of their hands.
"I love you both." The [H/C] haired girl sniffled as they brought her into a sandwiched hug, their own confessions tickling her ears. To say she was happy was an understatement, she felt a bit bad not letting them pop the question in their own way—however her eagerness had won over her rational thinking.
It was a bit unfortunate they couldn't legally get married, despite this minor thing, she happily gushed about her husbands to anyone who asked about her rings. Some were understandably confused or amazed, [Y/N] defended her relationship with every fiber of her being no matter what comment was thrown at them. Both guys often told her to ignore it like they do, but it made her mad how people had the balls to question them so rudely at times.
"My baby is all grown up!" [D/N] wiped his tears away with a handkerchief, Ruby providing a new one every few moments.
"We celebrated on our own already, but I remember you made me promise to let you plan my future wedding." [Y/N] gave her dad a bright smile, "So go for it."
"Of course darling, it's time to show everyone how my daughter is the only one who could bag two successful men at once."
"Okay, where in the world did you hear that term?"
"From this app called tweeter, people are very funny there. [Cousin's name] got it on my phone."
"Delete it and go back to reading your nerdy articles."
The wedding ceremony was held in her old home's gigantic backyard and it was absolutely beautiful, the gleeful bride was chatting away with her bridesmaids, leaving both grooms to stand by the wine station. Stanley's fingers itched to hold a cigarette, although because he promised to avoid it for today, he was coping with wine—glass after glass.
From the red carpet leading up to the wedding arch, to the flowers on every table and grass, it all screamed money. Xeno's eyes lingered on the snack table, filled to the brim with expensive looking dishes ranging from caviar to weird looking oysters, and…were those golden flakes?
"Stop drinking like a madman, Stan."
The blonde could only smirk, leaning down to place a kiss on Xeno's cheek before pouring himself another glass. The scientist could only smile in return, his heart bloomed with pure warmth.
"Our wife looks quite elegant." She wore a white dress with a sweetheart neckline, fabric hugging her waist and hips tightly before flaring out near her mid thighs. Her veil was removed earlier by them, showing off her [H/C] hair styled perfectly into a bun with curly strands framing her face.
"Best part of today." Stanley's eyes softened up seeing [Y/N] making her way towards them, surprised when her cheek puffed out close to his face.
"You gave Xee one..."
Oh.
[Y/N] refused to clean up the dark purple lipstick, showing it off with every ounce of pride she could muster. After what felt like a billion pictures, she made a quick trip to her room and changed into a much lighter and shorter dress. It didn't take long for the girl to start stumbling in her heels thanks to downing five glasses of alcohol in a short span of time.
"I'm so happy, we're getting married!"
"Last time I saw her drunk was when we first met."
"Think she agreed to our proposal because we're cute?"
Stanley chuckled, "I wouldn't put it past her." they both watched her stuff her face with anything she came across with adoration in their eyes.
"Not going to dance my dear?" She gazed at the guests moving in sync with the slow song.
"We can dance in private later."
"You've gotten quite bold, bambi."
[Y/N] wiped away the sauce that stained her lips with a napkin, turning to look at them. "No offense hubbies, neither of you can dance. I'm saving you."
That didn't stop her from swaying around them, playfully twirling them as she bit into a cookie. They indulged her cute antics throughout the night, even having a few minutes of Stanley forcing Xeno into a very intimate dance of waltz. By the end of the celebration, both [Y/N] and Xeno were plastered with purple stains over their faces and neck.
Very few guests lingered, most had given their blessings and bid them a goodnight. They stayed in their own little bubble, the very annoying topic of a secret gathering they needed to attend in about a week came up. Strange appearances of stone swallows were being posted online, surprisingly Senku had been the one to post a full article on it, giving the scientists at NASA a bit more information.
[Y/N] was only attending because she was nosey, and no way she was going to spend a week of her honeymoon vacation alone. Even if it was work only, she'd sure as hell be next to them.
"Right after that stupid meeting, we're settling in our room and staying there forever!" Stanley gently took away the half empty glass from her hands, downing it himself to avoid her getting even more wasted.
"You'll get to meet that Dr. Chelsea girl you found adorable." Xeno knew exactly what to say to lighten up her mood.
[Y/N] brought their hands into her lap, squeezing both with a smile on her face. It had been a few days and still, she couldn't wrap her head around the fact that she was married to her soulmates.
"Tonight was amazing, we should do it again and again....we can, right?"
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Xtra thing
"—god I miss my husband's blonde hair." [Y/N] had her body sprawled dramatically on the boat's floor, an amused Xeno sat nearby with his hands tied together.
"Wait, I thought you were married to this weird man." A blonde girl with blue eyes blinked at the whining woman, she was 100% sure [Y/N] mentioned "My husband's really smart huh?" while hugging Xeno.
"No way, she was talking about the other dude." Chrome nodded his head along with his words.
"Who hugs someone like that, while saying—well that!"
"A woman who has two husbands." Senku walked into the room, narrowly avoiding the hug sent his way. "This idiot managed to trick them into marriage."
"I did no such thing!" [Y/N] shoved her hand into the leek's face, showing off her glittering rings. Right before the beam reached them, she saw one of Luna's boy toys stuff a ring into his mouth—not having any time to rationally think, she did the same. Waking up and seeing her hubbies with nothing on their finger had her depressed for the first few months, until Xeno replicated them once again.
Before the teenager-not really a teenager anymore could untie the older scientist, his wrist was grabbed by the [H/C] haired doctor. His scarlet eyes filled with confusion.
"Leave his ass tied, not only did he issue a kill order on my child, he looks hot like this."
Holy fuck ow??? i just cut tf out of my foot 😭 for context lol my dining room floor is currently just wood because it was being redone and i thought i had just gotten a splinter and i touched my foot to try to ya know find it or see if their was and it was wet
{Which i had a assume i had just stepped in the water because my dogs just got done drinking water}
i had sat on my parents bed sat there for a second lookd done and was just said "Mother my foots bleeding" so now i just have a cut on the heel of my foot
{Also sorry for over explaining 🫠 i don't like blood it makes me anxious and i have a habit of talking a lot when i'm anxious which follows over to writing(?) i guess}
For anyone that want to read the next chapter of "Somethings...Fishy" it's currently out on my wattpad. It'll probably take a little while to be uploaded on here tho apologies for that
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