Nothing Builds A Friendship Like A Crisis

Nothing Builds a Friendship Like a Crisis

Co-written with multifandoms27 Summary: You wanted to work in peace, but a certain CEO wanted you to take on a job for him. Dub canon plus a version of DSOD. Female Reader. Set maybe two years post DSOD. Fun fact: I always write my Reader character with personality and specific description. This means she may not be as generic as is customary for this type of story. Each reader character also has a specific place in the Yu-Gi-Oh world, and is basically an OC with set connections and feelings about the various canon characters and other reader characters. This is reader B, who is immune to the siren song of romance, cheap, eccentric, logical, and hands-on. Word count: 1,100 It felt lonely after Yugi and his friends’ graduation. Over the course of the three prior years, while you had worked at Kame Game, Yugi had slowly pulled you into his friend group. Always slow to form emotional connections, you found you were no match for Yugi’s bright smile and quiet nudging to join in the fun. And despite being four years older, you had been well integrated by the time Yugi graduated—although, truth be told, you were only marginally aware of how much you had come to delight in spending time with the group. At least, until it ended, then you became keenly aware. Téa left to study in New York. Tristan was working full time in his dad’s factory. And Joey spent his days working a collection of odd jobs and chasing down his dream of becoming a professional duelist. And then Joey started dating your younger sister, and it felt like losing two friends at once. Fortunately, you and Yugi grew closer, starting Pharaoh Games together, designing a few games which the two of you sold for a slight profit at a small scale. And Mokuba started to swing by; he latched onto you, quickly becoming close. It was Mokuba who hired you and Yugi to design the proof of concept game for his older brother’s new solid vision holograms. And that was how, amidst a whirlwind year and a half project, you met Seto Kaiba. He was the most interesting human you had ever met, he designed incredible things, and he loved his little brother—the three shortcuts to winning your favor, all in one person. You and Kaiba worked well together—which Mokuba encouraged—and to your surprise, by the end of the project, Kaiba was going out of his way to talk to you, tell you about his plans, and ask for your advice on specific elements of scenario design for his own Solid Vision projects.

You even tried to help Kaiba win a bet with Pegasus, and although the two of you eventually lost, it did help create a true bond between you, (especially when it came time to pay up.) Still, once the Solid Vision game was completed, Kaiba moved on to other projects, and you were left with nothing to return to but quiet work at the game shop. It was a good job, a good life, and Yugi was a good friend; but you missed spending time with someone smarter than you, someone who built imaginary worlds from light, someone with impressive dreams for the future. It felt like, after years of hearing about Yugi’s adventures, you had been swept up into the edges of something grand, only to be dropped again back into the mundane—and there were fewer friends to share it with now.

Still, the Kaiba brothers both kept in contact in their own way, and you had low social needs, so it all seemed like it would work out. 

While working alone at the game shop, you flipped the radio on. An old fashioned trumpet fanfare blasted out of the speakers as you scrambled to turn the volume down. You were all too familiar with the melody—the theme song for a rapidly ascending game company, Knightly Rook, which had been in an advertising blitz for almost a month now. From your admittedly biased perspective, the company seemed more hype than substance, but it was the company’s snide, barely concealed jabs at Kaiba Corp that irritated you. Still, there was a lot of talk from the company’s popular president that Knightly Rook would soon go public, so for the moment, even the news was covering their rise to prominence.

At your hip, your cell phone went off, playing the Kaiba Corp theme. Switching off the radio, you popped the phone out of its clip and answered it. “Kaiba?” 

“You’re taking Mokuba to Kaiba Land tomorrow.” Kaiba rarely bothered with the customary social dance that defined most people’s conversations.

Had you forgotten about a plan made months ago? You switched to your calendar app, “No, I’m not. I’m working tomorrow.” You liked jumping straight past the niceties too. “Besides, I don’t remember asking you to plan my schedule.”

“You should. You wouldn’t make yourself a long-term plan if I paid you to do it.” Kaiba gave a harsh little laugh. “Yugi can run the shop. I want to hire you to assist Mokuba for his park inspection tomorrow.”

“Don’t you usually do the monthly park inspection with Mokuba?” You switched your phone to speakerphone, setting it down and grabbing a box cutter. “Besides, Yugi’s out of town this week.” Cutting open a few boxes of supplies, you began to check the contents against the provided invoices.

After a moment’s silence, Kaiba gave a little growl, “Why is Yugi in New York?”

He must have checked Yugi’s duel disk location. “He’s visiting Téa.”

“Fine. I’ll pay Mr. Muto to give you the day off.”

“Honestly, just wait a couple of days and—“

“Do you think you’re not up to the task? Is that why you’re turning this opportunity down?” 

“Hey, we both know I’m capable of keeping up with Mokuba. I’ll be available in a few days. You don’t even have to pay me.”

“I’d rather you did it tomorrow. And I’ll pay you. The last time someone other than me did the inspection with Mokuba, he ended up covered in wet paint and quit.”

Not surprising. Mokuba could be something of a feral gremlin with anyone he didn’t like. You sighed. “What time will a car be picking me up?” You weren’t going to pay for parking at Kaiba Land if you could help it.

“Nine. I’ll have someone fax you your W-4. Fill it out and have it ready for tomorrow.”

“Okay.” You marked off the last of the supplies on the invoice. “Anything I need to read up on tonight?”

“I’ll send you the latest security protocols. But be sure to destroy the papers after you read them.”

“Security proto—Kaiba what’s going on?”

“I’m handling it. But I don’t have time to accompany Mokuba tomorrow. Just keep an eye out.”

You sighed again. Why did Kaiba have to be secretive? “Fine. But I’m not a bodyguard. I don’t have the right training.”

“Mokuba will have guards with him.”

You set down your pencil. “That’s good. Will we see you tomorrow?”

“I doubt it.”

“Well, I’ll keep Mokuba out of trouble.”

“Bye.” Kaiba hung up. Abrupt as always. Hopefully, you wouldn’t make any embarrassing mistakes tomorrow. If Kaiba trusted you, then you had no intention of letting him and Mokuba down. Part 2

Nothing Builds a Friendship Like a Crisis (part 2)

Co-written with multifandoms27 Summary: Kaiba hired you to assist Mokuba for one day as Mokuba performed his monthly inspection of the local, Domino City branch of Kaiba Land. You were totally up to the task, until things spiraled out of your control in the worst way possible. Dub canon plus a version of DSOD. Female Reader. Set maybe two years post DSOD. Fun fact: I always write my Reader character with personality and specific description. This means she may not be as generic as is customary for this type of story. Each reader character also has a specific place in the Yu-Gi-Oh world, and is basically an OC with set connections and feelings about the various canon characters and other reader characters. This is reader B, who is immune to the siren song of romance, cheap, eccentric, logical, and hands-on. Word count: 1,495 You can read part 1 here.

Mokuba was dressed for work, wearing a button up shirt, tie, and dress pants. If he were in an office, the choices would have seemed normal, but since the two of you were spending the day in an amusement park, he looked quite out of place. At the moment, Mokuba was talking to each of the attendants working in the arcade, asking them questions, looking at spreadsheets, and trying to gauge how popular the newest game cabinets were. You wore your usual cargo capris, brightly colored socks, and a t-shirt decorated with little images of Scapegoat ringing the ends of the sleeves. Atop your head you wore a baseball cap and sunglasses; you had no intention of being identified in any paparazzi photographs if you could help it—fame seemed like more trouble than it was worth.

Standing around, you eyed the snack bar, wanting one of the neon colored slushies marked as “extremely sour” on the menu board, but simultaneously not wanting to spend your money on overpriced theme park drinks. Men in dark suits and sunglasses loitered around as well—Mokuba’s security detail: Cole, Bishop, and… you couldn’t remember the names of the other two. Eventually, Mokuba finished talking with the employees, and walked back. You helped him sort his notes—asking questions, listening closely to his answers, acting like both of you were adults, even though Mokuba wasn’t one, and you rarely felt like a grownup. The guards did a good job of gently brushing away anyone who tried to approach without permission, as Mokuba finally concluded he was certain all Kaiba Corp regulations and standards were being met in the arcade. It was time for fun. Starting with rhythm games before moving on to dancing games, you and Mokuba had a blast. After working up a bit of a sweat, you leaned against the metal handrail attached to the dancing game, “Why are you so good at this?” Mokuba grinned at you, “Practice.” “Practice? I don’t want to have to practice to get good at games!” You enjoyed joking around with Mokuba, it felt natural, almost like he was your little brother—no, thoughts like that were dangerous. Even if Mokuba had taken a shine to you, there was no way the Kaiba brothers were about to let you into their circle of people they truly trusted and cared about; even Yugi barely managed to make it in, and he was one of the sweetest people in the world. One of the guards, Bishop, approached with a slushy in each hand. You had interacted with him a few times over the past year, and he was always attentive to people’s needs. Gratefully, you took the proffered neon green concoction, surprised at how sour the drink was; you loved tart foods. Beside you, Mokuba chugged down his own pink slushy, giving himself a brain freeze. “Arrrgh, why doesn’t this happen to you?!” You shrugged, “I eat slowly. It has its perks.” The two of you made your way outside, where the bright sunlight and gentle breeze contrasted with the dim, noisy interior of the arcade building. Continuing to sip on your slushy, you wondered if you had somehow overdone it playing dancing games. You did enough cardio workouts in your daily life that it shouldn’t be negatively affecting you like this, but… You forced yourself to keep walking across the park, sipping at your cold drink and trying to act like you felt fine. “Can we go on the new roller coaster now?” Mokuba interrupted your thoughts. “I haven’t had a chance to ride it since it opened two weeks ago.” He turned to face you, “Woah, are you feeling okay?” “Not really.” Talking caused an unexpected spike of nausea. “I think I need to sit down for a minute, but you can go ahead and ride.” What on earth had you done to yourself back there? Mokuba hesitated. “I’ll be fine. You can ride it again with me before we leave.” There was no way you were going to hold Mokuba back, even in such a small matter.

“If you say so.” Mokuba sounded unsure. As though sensing his boss’s uncertainty, Bishop suggested, “We can leave two of the guards with her, in order to make sure Ms. l/n remains undisturbed while we’re on the ride.” Mokuba nodded, “Good suggestion.” He grinned at you, “See ya later.” With Bishop and one of the other guards in tow, the short teen headed for the waiting line.

Smiling wanly at the two remaining security guards, you walked over to a nearby bench, slowly sitting to avoid roiling your stomach further. You watched as Mokuba and Bishop slipped under a velvet rope blocking off the secondary access line to the coaster and made their way to the front. After seeing the two of them start to enter the next available car with the other park goers, you closed your eyes and let your head sink back, glad to be sitting still and resting.

Listening to the people passing by, the soundtrack for the roller coaster line, and the distant screams of riders enjoying themselves, you relaxed. After a few minutes, you began to feel better, which was just as well, since Mokuba was likely to be bounding up any second now. A couple more minutes passed. It was too quiet. Opening your eyes, you realized the roller coaster wasn’t running. Your eyes traced along its brightly colored path; you didn’t see any cars running on the tracks, only empty cars at the loading station, which weren’t being filled. So the previous cars must still be on the tracks, and since you couldn’t see them, it must have been in one of the covered portions. Groaning, you pushed yourself up and made for the ride. With the two guards at your side, it was easy to make it to the front of the line, where a young woman was trying not to panic as she talked into her intercom. Finishing her call, the ride operator covered her face with her hands, “I’m gonna lose my job…” “What’s wrong?” You asked as you approached, eyes scanning over the ride’s control panel as you spoke. Noticing you and the guards, the young woman tried to straighten up, “Oh, uh, one of the magnetic brake systems completely engaged when it wasn’t supposed to, and now the ride is stopped at the top of the second peak.” She pointed to the relevant part of the ride, which was covered by an outer tunnel, hiding the cars from view. “I’m hardly an expert, but that can be caused by a sensor malfunction causing the security protocols to engage, right?” You wished you knew more about how roller coasters worked. The young woman nodded, “That’s right, but if that happens, I should be able to fix it by restarting the system, and it’s not working!”

A rapidly approaching helicopter almost drowned out your next question, “How long before someone gets out here to fix it?”

“A technician should be here in a couple minutes, but I don’t—” the helicopter was too loud now, drowning out the ride operator’s words. It seemed louder than the Kaiba Corp copters you had been near a few times.

Squelching down your unease, you moved to get a better look at the helicopter, which was unmarked. The copter stopped over the place where you knew the roller coaster cars with Mokuba were stuck, and two men jumped out onto the roof of the tunnel. Was this a rescue operation? Turning to yell to the two guards with you, you saw them motioning to one another in a way that made it clear this was not supposed to be happening. At this angle, it was hard to see what the men from the helicopter were doing, but they appeared to pry a panel off of the tunnel and drop down inside.

More black suited men were arriving at the loading platform now, shouting terse commands and code words you recognized from studying the security protocols last night; this was bad.

Some of the guards began to make their way into out-of-bounds maintenance areas, drawing guns from their suit jackets and preparing to climb steep emergency staircases up towards the place Mokuba was trapped. Caught up in watching the security men, you failed to notice what was happening until the ride operator grabbed you and pointed. Three men were rising from the hole in the tunnel, with a bound but struggling Mokuba in tow.

“Mokuba!!” The helicopter drowned out your cry, as the four figures disappeared inside. The roller coaster cars suddenly started moving again, its passengers’ screams becoming audible as the helicopter began to fly away, rapidly disappearing in the distance.

Leaning back against the side of the control panel, you slid to the ground, your knees almost touching your shoulders. “Mokuba…” This time the word was barely audible, your throat tight as tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

It’s past midnight in Japan now which can only mean one thing.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SETO !!!✨

Saw you were asking for requests 👀 so can I please have Reiner having his first time ever with female reader? You can be as explicit or vague as you want :) thanks (sorry if this is something you won’t do)

In the words of my boyfriend, "give me all the details, bitch"

Content: virgin!Reiner Braun x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors, DNI.

Notes: Smut under the cut, all characters are 18+. Also this is my first time writing smut in a while, so please forgive me lol

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Reiner slid off his shirt, expecting you to just continue to strip and not say anything. However, you proved him wrong when you stopped to gawk at his built frame.

"Reiner..." There were so many things you wanted to say. This man's physique had you near drooling, and you could see the V that dipped below the waist of his pants.

"What?" He spoke nervously, afraid you wouldn't like how he looked. "Do you...not like it?"

"No, you look...beautiful." You openly sized him up, looking him up and down. "Eye candy."

Reiner chuckled, albeit less nervous. He fully discarded his shirt to the side and made his way over to you, grabbing the hem of your shirt. "I could say the same to you, sweetheart."

He tugged your shirt off and stared at your chest. He discarded your shirt and placed his warm hands on your waist. He brought you close and kissed you on the lips, before trailing his fingers over your waistband.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth, making him let out a small noise. He found the button on your jeans and hastily tried to undo it. You could tell his nerves were running high, because he could barely undo the button. Breaking away from the kiss, you undid your own button and zipper. Reiner's face had a small pink tint to it, either from embarassment or your tongue entering his mouth.

You grabbed the back of his head and smashed your lips onto his, slipping your tongue back in. His hands attempted to pull your pants down, but you caught his hands and put them over your clothed breasts.

Your tongue wriggled and writhed in his mouth, dancing with his. He huffed through his nose as you overtook his mouth, and decided to begin roaming. He grabbed ahold of the hem of your bra and tried to lift them up. When they plopped out, he let out a small moan and began to pinch your nipples. Girls like that, right?

He was rewarded with a moan from you, and you pulled away making him whine. Swiftly, you took off your bra and tossed it to the side, wrapping your arms around his strong neck. "For a virgin, you sure know what to do."

"Yeah well...I'm just going with what feels right." Reiner gave you a smile, huffing between words.

You leaned back towards the bed, dragging Reiner with you. You laid flat on the bed and watched Reiner steady himself above you.

"Go on, play with them more." You bunched up your boobs with your arms.

Reiner looked nervous again. "Um..."

"You can put your mouth on them."

Reiner lowered himself and placed his mouth on your nipple, sucking on it slightly and using his tongue to swirl around it. You moan softly, one hand going to the back of his head. "That's it...you can suck harder, y'know."

Reiner, as if on cue, began to suck harder. One of his hands travelled down your stomach and into your pants. Now that they were unbottoned and unzipped, your underwear was easy access. There he slipped his hand in, and down to your pussy, he used one finger to tease the entrance. You gasped at the sudden contact, and continued to softly moan. "Oh, Reiner..."

He popped off one nipple and switched to the other one, his other hand giving the free one some attention. His hand down south however, slowly began to insert one finger. You knew his fingers were meaty, but dear God they felt huge inside your pussy. You moaned his name again as he began to pump his finger in and out of you, and you couldn't help but wonder if Reiner really was a virgin.

He popped off your nipple and looked at you. "Yeah sweetheart? You like that?"

"I love it, keep going please Rei..."

He grinned. "I'm gonna add another finger, okay love?"

You nodded. "Please, please do."

He gently added a second finger, and you could have ascended to heaven if you wanted to. The stretch felt so good, you didn't know what to do with yourself. He pumped in and out of you, curling his fingers up slightly. Eren told him to do that, and with the way you grab the sheets, it seems to be working.

"Oh, Reiner..." You moan, one hand going down to circle your clit. It made you clench around his fingers even tighter, and he raised a brow.

"What are you doing?"

"Circling my clit."

His free hand waved yours away, he pulled your pants down more, and his thumb replaced your finger. "Like this?"

"Oh God yes, Reiner - like that!" You moaned, beginning to arch your back as the pleasure was becoming too much.

"Yeah? You gonna cum soon sweetheart?" He asked as he picked up his pace.

"I think so- oohh!" You closed your eyes and leaned your head back. A familiar coil was beginning to form in your stomach, something you tried to warn Reiner about.

"Rei, I'm gonna-"

"I know, puddin'. I know. I got you." He purred, picking up his pace slightly, making sure to keep pressure on your clit too as he circled it. You could feel your walls sucking his fingers in, hear the squelch your body made as he went in and out. And finally, the coil snapped.

You moaned loudly as your cum washed over his fingers. You huffed slightly, regaining your breath. He slowly pulled them out of you, and brought them up to his face. He was proud of himself - he made you cum for the first time.

He leaned over and grabbed a rag off of your nightstand that you had previously put there for this occasion, and wiped off his fingers. "You did so good for me, my love."

He leaned down and gave your forehead a kiss. He then pulled your pants down fully, and began to pull his down. "This okay?"

"More than okay."

Reiner gave you a smile before his dick flopped out, hard as a rock. He was big...but you had faith that he stretched you out properly. "So...I put it in now...right?"

"Yes, you do." You chuckled a little.

Reiner experimentally rubbed his cock over the entrance of your pussy. He shivered slightly - it felt so wet and warm, he wondered how it would feel on the inside. His tip caught on your entrance, and he thought he was gonna bust right then and there.

Slowly, he began to enter you, and it took his whole being not to shove it all in immediately. You sucked him in so nicely, so soft and wet and hot on the inside. His eyebrows began to crease, and he let out a small whimper.

"What's wrong?" You moaned out.

"You just feel...so good...so fucking good..."

He finally sheathed himself completely in you, making him moan out softly. He had never felt anything more fucking amazing than he did right now. Your pussy begged him to move, tightening ever so softly around him.

"I'm gonna start moving, okay baby?" He groaned out, and before you had a second to respond, he pulled all the way out and slammed back in.

You moaned loudly, gripping the sheets below you at the sudden snap of his hips.

"God...I can't take it...!" Reiner whimpered before setting a fast pace. The squelches and skin slapping took over the room.

You moaned very loudly, for him, with him, as he pounded your pussy relentlessly. Reiner began to drool as he lost himself in you, loving how you squeeze him and milk him for all he's worth. He grabbed your legs and bent them so he could move forward with you. He had you in a mating press.

The lifting of your hips made him hit a sensitive spot within you, skyrocketing your pleasure. "Oh, ohhh Reiner! Please, please!"

"Please what- nghh...sweetheart?" He purred lowly.

"I want you to cum inside me! Please!"

He almost came at those words. He could feel it building up inside him. He panted and moaned as his dick got sucked back into you repeatedly. "Your wish is my command, puddin'."

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, and you moved your head to the side. Reiner leaned down to kiss and bite at your neck, with the aim to mark you. He pulled away slightly to see your fucked out expression, and grinned. "Look so pretty like this. Could take a picture and keep it with me forever."

You couldn't form English anymore. Only vague sounds and moans left your mouth. He picked up his pace slightly, feeling his own coil begin to form. "Gonna cum soon."

"Me too..." You moaned, looking up at him.

He pumped in you a few more times before grabbing your hips and slamming you close, cumming deep within you. He let out a louder groan as he did so, and you let out a loud moan, clenching around him as he circled your clit to ensure you came with him.

He panted with you, both of you staying there for a moment. You smiled at each other before Reiner slowly pulled out. He reached over for the rag and cleaned you up before beginning to clean himself up.

"How was...how was that?" You asked, huffing between words and sitting up.

"Fucking amazing, love." He smiled before leaning over to you and giving you a soft kiss. "Lay back down, let me take care of you, okay?"

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Chapter 3

Synopsis: A girl going through college wanting to make friends, but is faced with two problems in doing so - her hermit lifestyle and social anxiety. However, as she navigates through college she meets a boy and they become fast friends. But...is that everything?

Warnings: slight stalker-ish behavior

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When Redd picked up Sam the next morning, Sam presented her with a loaf of uncut bread. Redd was very confused.

“My um,” Sam stuttered. “My mom made this as a thank you.”

“A loaf of bread…?” Redd asked incredulously, her jaw practically hanging open.

“We recently got a bread making machine and she wanted to use it. It’s blueberry muffin bread.” Sam looked at her. “I hope you don’t have any allergies.”

“No, no. We can have some on campus, I’d love to try it.” Redd composed herself and gave him a smile.

Sam gave a small smile before nodding and buckling himself in. The car ride was silent before Sam offered to play some music. Redd thanked whatever God there was, because the air seemed still in her car with Sam there.

“I like rock, is that okay?” Sam asked, slowly turning up the radio as he connected his phone to the car.

“Yeah that’s fine, I like rock too. Heavy metal is another good one…” She trailed off as she continued to drive.

The two talked about their music tastes, finding some middle ground in bands they like. Sam also made notes about some bands Redd suggested he listen to. It was an enjoyable ride back to campus, and Redd thought she felt their bond growing stronger.

I’m doing it! She thought. I’m making a friend!

Both of them were happily talking as they waltzed into the cafeteria, settling down at a table. It was crowded again today, but Redd didn’t seem to mind for once. She was so happy she made a friend, she didn’t have a care in the world right now.

“Hey, when do you leave campus?” Sam asked.

“Around four, why?”

“You want to grab some dinner?” Sam asked, a wide smile on his face. “I don’t have too much money on me so I hope you’re okay with fast food.”

“Oh yeah, that’s fine! There should be a Roy Rogers somewhere off campus, I drive by it all the time.” Redd was very excited now, practically bouncing in her seat.

“That’s my favorite fast food joint, can you read minds or something?” Sam teased.

Redd paused for a second, thinking he was going to say something else, but laughed with him in the end. “No, no. I just like it there.”

“Well then it’s settled. I have to run, but uh,” Sam quickly took out a piece of paper and a pencil, then scribbled on it. “Here’s my number. Shoot me a text after your last class, yeah?”

Redd took the piece of paper and looked it over. A grin spread across her face. “Okay, yeah, I’ll text you after my last class. I’ll see you then okay?”

“Okay. Bye Redd.” Sam reached over and grabbed a slice of the bread he gave her.

When he turned his back to her, she did a little victory fist bump. Her first friend in college! She was finally getting out there! Taking out her phone she put the number in immediately as a new contact, then began texting her uncle.

Redd: New friend alert!

Lance: Another one?

Redd: Well no. Sam gave me his number!

Lance: He better watch himself.

Redd: Calm down Lance, I’ll be fine.

Lance: If he asks you to the upcoming fair then I’m calling it.

Redd: Calling what?

Lance: Don’t worry about it yet.

Redd: Why are you always so vague?

Lance: Not always. Anyway, what do you want for dinner?

Redd: Oh I’m getting dinner with Sam :)

Lance: Yeah I’m calling it.

Redd: Calling what?

Redd: Lance??

Confused, she exited the conversation after a few moments. Seeing the time, she realized she also had to leave. Stuffing the bread in her bag, she quickly ran from her spot and out of the building to her class. All the while, a pair of ice blue eyes were watching her.

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A little short again, hope you can forgive me! I hope you enjoyed just as much as I did writing this tho <3 more updates to come

Chapter 4

Synopsis: A girl going through college wanting to make friends, but is faced with two problems in doing so - her hermit lifestyle and social anxiety. However, as she navigates through college she meets a boy and they become fast friends. But...is that everything?

Warnings: stalker-ish behavior

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Redd munched on the delicious bread Sam had given her in almost every class. People gave her weird looks for munching on a whole loaf of bread, but she was too excited to care anymore. After her last class, she whipped out her phone, leaning against the wall as people walked by her.

Redd: Hey Sam! It’s Redd. You in the cafeteria?

Sam: Yep, waiting on you :)

Grinning, she pushed herself off the wall and made her way to the stairs, jogging down them and searching for Sam. She was a little nervous, hoping she wouldn’t screw this up and potentially lose a friend. As she was trying to look for Sam, a pair of familiar blue eyes locked onto hers from the back of the cafeteria. Why…why was Maelstrom here?

Redd was about to start walking towards Maelstrom to confront her, but before she could, a hand landed on her shoulder.

“Hey! Let’s get going.” Sam smiled.

Redd looked at him, then back to where Maelstrom was, but she was gone.

“You okay?” Sam asked.

“Yeah…yeah I’m alright.” Redd nods before turning to look at him. “Just thought I saw something. Let’s get goin’!”

Sam hesitated for a moment but nodded. A smile returned to his face as he walked out of the building with Redd, and towards his car. Redd snickered. “Taking me in your car this time, huh?”

“Yeah, figured you could use a break from driving.” Sam motions to his car, then opens the door for her.

“Such a gentleman.” Redd comments, getting in and thanking him.

“Always.” Sam then shuts the door when she’s settled, and gets in the driver's seat. “Alright, where’s this place again?”

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Both of them sat down with their orders, sitting across from each other. Suddenly Redd grew very shy, not wanting to screw this up. She stuffed her face with her fries to not be able to speak, but then realized she probably looked like a fool. Sam was eating normally across from her, keeping his eyes averted. He was nervous too, but most likely not nearly as much as Redd was. For a moment, neither of them said anything and it was awkward.

Finally, Sam spoke up. “How is it?”

“Good.” Redd spoke, mouth full of food. Her face grew bright red in embarrassment.

Sam laughed a little. “That’s good. Are you nervous?”

Redd stopped for a moment. Did she really want to expose herself like that? “Yeah. You’re the first friend I’ve made in college, I don’t want to screw this up…”

Sam felt a little sad at that. “Hey it’s okay, if it helps I’m a little nervous too.”

“You are? But you seem so calm.” Redd gave him a once-over.

“Looks can be deceiving.” Sam reminded her.

Redd stopped at that. Yes, looks could be deceiving, but was this code for something? Did he know? She stopped herself. Of course he didn’t know…right?

“You okay?” Sam asked.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Sorry.” She grinned sheepishly. “Just a lot on my mind.”

“Oh, like what?” Sam’s brows furrowed slightly, seeming concerned.

Redd panicked. “Oh just- my uncle, he’s uh…”

Sam was looking at her expectantly. Redd was trying to find anything to say other than what she would have said.

“Got a new girlfriend.” Fuck, she thought. “Yeah, and it’s been an adjustment because it’s just been the two of us for God knows how long.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure that’s tough, I’m sorry. If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your parents?”

“Lance told me they died in a fire when I was a baby, so I don’t really know anything about them other than that.” Redd scratched at her neck lightly, then took another bite of her food.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry about that!” Sam’s eyes widened, his tone gushing with sympathy.

“It’s alright, I didn’t really know them. But it’s hard for Lance to talk about, so if you ever meet him don’t bring it up.” Redd warned.

“Why would I bring that up in a casual conversation?” Sam asked, waving a fry in her face.

Redd chuckled a little. “True, I guess.”

The two of them continued to ease into casual conversation, enjoying each other's presence. Now making a friend suddenly didn’t seem so scary to Redd. The two laughed and chatted the evening away, long after they had finished their food. It wasn’t until Redd checked her phone for the time did she realize how late it was.

“Oh geez, it’s almost eight. We should get out of here.” She looked back up at Sam.

Sam nods. “Yeah, I think the employees are giving us dirty looks.”

The two of them get up and throw away their trash and finally exit the fast food place. They had been there for a good couple of hours. The drive back to campus was slightly more quiet, but enjoyable nonetheless. When Redd finally got to her car, she turned to Sam.

“Thank you for tonight. I enjoyed it.” She smiled.

Sam seemed a bit caught off guard by that. “I enjoyed it too…! We should do this again soon.”

“Sure, but I’ll make you a meal.” Redd offered.

“Are you sure?”

“Hey, you make me bread and I make you dinner.” Redd grinned.

Sam smiled. “Okay, next time at your place then. It’s a date.”

“What?” Redd cocked a brow.

“Nothing, have a good night!” Sam went to his car and quickly drove off.

Redd chuckled as she watched him drive off before getting into her own car and began to head back home. However, as she was driving, something in her back seat shifted. Alarmed, she looked in her mirror to see what it was, and a pair of ice blue eyes stared right back at her. Redd screamed and slammed on the breaks. When it was stopped, she turned to yell at the woman.

“What the hell are you doing here?!”

“What?”

“Don’t play stupid! Why are you following me?!” Redd gripped her steering wheel tightly.

“Just go back home, talk to Lance. He’ll know what to do, I promise.” Maelstrom explained before she was suddenly gone.

Redd stayed there for a moment before the car behind her laid on the horn and she began to move once more. Rolling the window back up, she tried to forget about what happened as she drove back home. Lance better have a good explanation for this.

Mael watched Redd’s car drive away, a black blob limp on the ground behind her. Once the car was out of sight she turned around to leave, picking up the corpse on the way.. What she took with her definitely wasn’t a deer.

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Had my boyfriend proofread part of this to make sure it was okay. Hope you all enjoy, thank you!